Territory

Title: Territory
Part: 1/?
Author: Irene Shafer
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Rating: NC-17
Character/Pairing: EdXRoy
Disclaimer: I don't own these people, they own themselves and are just nice enough to let me spin them around the page now and then.
Summary: Before he can leave for Lior, Roy needs to make sure Ed knows whose command he’s under; inspired by the less-than-gentle doujinshi-style Roy Mustang who takes what he wants, but with an unexpected turn; written as a Christmas present to my yaoi buddy, Rachel
Warnings: profanity, graphic sex – don’t like, don’t read
Genre: Fullmetal Alchemist, yaoi
Spoilers: to episode 40
Feedback: ‘twould make me a happy FMA camper, yes it would…

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Angry footsteps echoed down a hollow corridor.

“You’re not thinking straight. You’re upset because you just learned the truth about Lior!”

“And I wonder who I have to blame for that?”

Mustang clenched his hands at his sides, a low growl of frustration rasping his throat as he watched the boy stalk off.

When had he lost control of Edward Elric? Fuck, when had he *had* control of Edward Elric?

Usually he respected initiative, but this kid had too much of it. He did *not* know his place.

Time and time again, Fullmetal went behind his back to further his own goals. Didn’t he *get* that he was in the military? He was supposed to answer to command and Mustang *was* that command.

Whatever semblance of control Roy used to have over him, and it had been thin at best, was now clearly gone.

It didn’t help that that greasy, arrogant, *ambitious* Archer asshole was nosing in on his territory.

He should never have let it get this far; never have let the young alchemist forget, for a single minute, just who owned *who*.

If he didn’t do something, and fast, all his plans would be destroyed.

Something smoldering deep inside him caught to flame just then, fueled by his anger…and possibly something *else*…

He caught up with Edward in four strides, catching him by the arm and stopping him short.

“What the—“ was all Ed had time to mutter, before Roy shoved him into a nearby empty office.

Pinning him against the wall (and that lethal metal arm behind his back), he pressed into him.

“That wasn’t wise, Edward, and you know it.” He shifted his hips and Edward’s eyes went wide as he both realized, and *felt*, Mustang’s intentions. He struggled against him, tried to knee him in the groin, but Roy had him pinned so tightly, he could barely move. “You know damn well you’re *my* tool. I’ve owned you, Fullmetal, since the moment I found you a bloody mess back in Resembol… The sooner you accept that, the better.”

Edward grit his teeth, still struggling against Mustang’s control.

“Fine – you *own* me. If I say I accept it, will you get the hell off me!” Yellow eyes blazed hatred and Roy mused that the color of fire in them was particularly appealing.

“Hmmmm... Conceding so soon?” He ran a gloved fingertip up the side of Edward’s pretty neck, smiling when the unexpected contact caused the young man to jump, forcing him even harder against Roy. “No…. no, I think a lesson needs to be learned here today and it’s not one you can get from one of your precious books…” He pulled up Edward’s ever-present black tank, sliding a hand over the smooth skin, and traced his index finger along the well-defined muscles there. Roy worked his knee between Ed’s legs, forcing them open even as the young man fought him.

“Bastard! Leave me the fuck alone!”

“Not until you understand who’s in control here…” Skilled fingers snaked down between Edward’s legs and squeezed less-than-gently. The flesh under his hand began to change, to harden. Surprised and satisfied, Roy smiled again. “Well, *well*, I think you *like* this.”

“I do not!”

“Ah, but your body has different ideas now, doesn’t it?” Mustang reached lower, pulling briefly at him as the young man sputtered, betrayed by his body. “Mmmmm, impressive response, Edward. Perhaps you *do* understand.” He bent to taste the smooth neck in front of him, and was rewarded when he felt the vibration of an involuntary moan well up in the back of Edward’s throat. Deciding the time was right, he drew back, fixed the young man with a hungry stare, then covered Edward’s mouth with his own.

Shock and surprise turned to abject rage and still Roy did not let up.

The lips beneath his were warm and tasted sweet. Intoxicated, he wondered briefly who really *was* in control here.

It was Mustang’s turn for surprise, though, when he felt those lips relax against his. At first, he thought Edward had just given up, but then Roy felt the hand gripping his upper arm start to squeeze him spastically and, to Roy’s utter surprise and delight, a sharp tongue snaked into his mouth, seeking out his own. Mustang opened wider, accepting it with relish, tracing its length with the tip of his own tongue. His hips began to move of their own accord.

Gasping, Edward broke off the kiss.

“W-what are you *doing* to me,” he pleaded desperately, clearly confused by what he was feeling. He was breathing heavily, apparently lost in sensation and seeing this, Mustang pressed them more closely together.

Roy swallowed hard, his head swimming; he could very distinctly feel the definition of Fullmetal’s arousal against his own.

Much to Edward’s dismay, the young man’s hips began to move reflexively. “This is… this is *wrong*…” He made a feeble attempt to pull away. “What the fuck is … is happening here?” His breathing ragged, he was holding on, now, for dear life.

Mustang smiled, tongue tracing a line over the hollow of his throat.

“Well, well, I guess you learned two things today, Fullmetal.” He slid his tongue over Edward’s Adam’s apple. “First, that I *own* you...” He bit sharply at the spot, then applied the flat of his tongue, soothing lightly, and slid a hand down between them again. “Second,” he breathed, hand massaging the young man through the fabric of his black trousers. “That you *like* it…” With that, he covered Ed’s voice box with his mouth, at the same time, slipping his hand inside the youth’s pants, wrapping his fingers around the weeping flesh he found there. He was rewarded when Edward answered with a low, deep moan that started in his abdomen and rumbled up through his chest to vibrate beneath Mustang’s moving lips.

Edward was panting now, thrusting helplessly into Roy’s hand.

“S-stop… Colonel, *stop*.”

He’d long since ceased to struggle, but still, his words came as a surprise.

Mustang looked up ruefully.

“That’s not what you’re saying *here*,” he said, punctuating the last word with a meaningful squeeze.

“Too…too much…”

Roy raised an eyebrow, confused at Ed’s choice of words, but did not stop his ministrations; Edward arched his back, squeezing his eyes shut.

“N-not yet,” he breathed. “Don’t wanna… not *yet*…”

“Ah, I *see*…”

He should have expected that; he’d always thought Edward was wound a little too tightly for someone his age, someone who should have had any *number* of outlets (male *and* female), but this had never occurred to him; apparently the young man had been abstaining even from self-relief. Either that or his sixteen-year-old body was just always a moment away from climax…

“We can’t go *too* slowly, Edward. You’ve got a mission, remember…” He felt Edward’s weak head-nod. “Wouldn’t want to keep your driver waiting.”

He withdrew his hand from the youth’s pants, pausing to lick his fingers meaningfully. Edward’s eyes grew wide at this last, then half lidded as Roy ground their hips together once again.

He took in the boy moving desperately against him; the strong, compact body, the luxurious flaxen hair, now half-coming out of its usually neat braid, golden eyes flitting restlessly beneath thick lashes, and the smell of him – cinnamon and sweat – intoxicating.

'*God*, he's beautiful.'

Roy wasn’t sure he *could* go slowly.

Slipping both arms around the boy, he pulled him close, kissing along his hairline, tracing the curve of Ed’s ear with the tip of his tongue, sucking one lobe into his mouth. Edward’s response to all of this was one long, exhaled moan, and more helpless bucking.

Mustang fought for control, no easy feat, and tried to clear his head.

What *was* he doing?

What had started as an attempt to mark his territory had turned into an unexpectedly pleasant encounter. (*Shit*, “pleasant” was for tea parties; this was incredibly *hot*!) Had he been thinking about Fullmetal … *this* way all along and just has his head too far up his own ass to see it?

“Edward,” he said, pulling himself reluctantly from the smooth column of Edward’s neck. “Do I take it I have your … *cooperation* here?” He still had that automail pinned tightly between the wall and Ed’s body.

Head thrown back, slack jawed, partially bared chest heaving slowly, it took Ed a moment to respond.

“Hmmmm, what,” he said, as if rousing from a reverie.

“Fullmetal – *do you want this*?”

He felt Edward shift against him and take a deep breath.

“If you’d asked me that a half an hour ago, I would have said 'fuck, no,' but…” He took another deep breath, left hand sliding tentatively down Mustang’s back. “… but there’s gotta be a reason this feels so good. Much as I want to kick your ass to hell and back, you couldn’t *throw* me outta this room right now…” As if to illustrate, he curled his hand around the back of Roy’s neck, pulling him back towards his parted lips.

Mustang swallowed hard, resisting. Letting up the pressure slightly, he released Ed’s right arm, watching in fascination as the youth flexed the artificial limb, suddenly taken by how powerful the image was.

Again, he held himself back.

Business first, *then* pleasure…

“Before we go any further, Edward – do we have an understanding?”

Ed had managed to insinuate metal fingers under and inside the back of Roy’s uniform jacket. He circled cool fingertips there, seeking Mustang’s shirttail and it made the answer to Roy’s question seem increasingly less important.

With effort, Mustang reached around and grabbed Ed’s hand, just as it found it’s way below the waist of his trousers.

“Edward!”

Fullmetal’s eyes flew open, golden brows knit in frustration.

The youth’s sigh was heavy and impatient, like an impudent child who longs to be done with his lessons so he can play.

“Okay, okay…” Amber eyes stared unwaveringly back into his. “I go to Lior, but report anything I see directly back to *you*.” He winked conspiratorially. “And if any of Archer’s men catch up with me, I send them in the wrong direction.” He grinned, clearly pleased with himself.

Mustang chewed his lip, satisfied that Edward again understood whose command he worked under, but he needed another reassurance from the boy.

“Anything else?”

Edward looked confused.

“I thought we were about to *do* the ‘anything else,’” he said, mouth sliding into a far-too-sexy grin.

'Irrepressible youth!'

Mustang bit his tongue to keep from laughing and half-growled instead.

“Lastly, could you manage not to get yourself *killed* while you’re there? You do make yourself a pretty big target sometimes. I know you’re under Archer’s orders, but your death would still generate a good deal of paperwork for me…”

Edward’s laugh was a short burst of air through his nose.

“My heart *bleeds*, Colonel…” he said, then, grinning evilly, he rotated his hips (“*Ah, to be that limber again*,” Roy thought), grinding himself against Roy, finding purchase, now that his arm was free, to thrust rather strongly.

Mustang felt his own eyes go wide, but he managed to maintain a stern expression, in spite of all the places his body throbbed.

With a sigh, Edward finally conceded.

“Scout’s honor,” he said, sounding *nothing* like a scout.

A single metal fingertip traced a line up his spine (when had he gotten *under* his shirt?) and Roy shivered, feeling it everywhere – everywhere he had nerves – but most especially in an area already achingly sensitive…

Roy realized he hadn't moved, when Ed, finding some spare flesh at Roy's hip, gave him a meaningful pinch.

“O-kay,” Ed asked impatiently.

Mustang’s answer was wordless: he was on his knees with Edward buried deep in his throat before the young man even had a chance to react.

But react Edward did; arching into Mustang’s mouth, he roared his pleasure, beating the wall beside him with one fist, while winding the fingers of the other through Mustang’s hair.

'Too much noise!'

“Ssssshhhh!” Mustang barked. “We’ll be heard!”

He looked up in time to catch Edward’s shit-eating grin, then felt the spark through the boy’s body where his own hands touched his trembling thighs. Ed brought his hands together with a crack of power, then touched a single finger to the wall beside him. With a flash of blue, a thick alchemic barrier had formed itself along the entire length of the corridor-side wall. It was extremely effective soundproofing and anyone opening the door now would only find another wall.

He looked back to Ed to find him staring down at him, gaze smoldering.

“Make me scream…” Edward breathed, his voice filled with lust.

A growl at the back of his throat, Mustang squeezed his eyes shut against the image; it took every ounce of self-control he had to not *fuck* Edward right where he stood.

Hands shaking, Roy lifted the boy up and laid him out on a nearby desk. More self-control, and Edward lay before him, naked and panting. For himself, Roy allowed only enough time to remove his jacket and fish himself, painfully erect, out of his pants.

At the sight of him, Ed’s eyes grew wide and his face colored with what looked like a flash of fear; Roy suspected he’d never seen another man’s arousal before and the thought of this reined him in for a moment.

Swallowing hard, taking great care, he stretched out over of the young man, his hands gently caressing his hard chest and shoulders, his smooth face. Finding the boy’s wide eyes now relaxed, curious, and *trusting*, Roy felt something shift in the pit of his stomach and knew, beyond the shadow of a doubt, who it was that owned *whom*…

'Oh, hell…'

Threading a hand into golden hair, he tilted Edward’s head back and kissed him deeply.

He would have been content to continue that way indefinitely, losing himself in the taste of Edward Elric, reveling in the energy of the boy’s tongue as it danced against his own, but Edward was, as usual, impatient; fingers growing more bold by the moment, he’d found Roy’s swollen length pinned between them and had begun to carefully explore him.

Roy gasped at the contact, throwing his head back with a low growl, his eye catching the clock ticking steadily on the wall above him.

'Shit!'

It was later than he thought.

“Edward,” he said, his breathing ragged. “What time do you leave for Lior?”

“Seven o’clock.” He sounded slightly irritated to have had his focus drawn away from what he’d been doing. “What time is it now?”

“Just past five…”

Edward swore heatedly, pulling back his hand quickly. “There isn’t enough *time*…”

He tried to get up, but Roy had the weight advantage and kept his body pinned down to the desk. He kneed Ed’s legs apart, running a finger up the inside of Ed’s thigh, stroking him there.

Ed shivered under him.

“You underestimate me, Fullmetal.” He slid his lips up the side of Ed’s neck, applying teeth just behind his ear. Edward moaned reflexively. “And judging from how ready you were five minutes ago, and how ready you are *now*, you underestimate *yourself*…”

The youth eyed him with a dubious grin, panting raggedly.

“Okay. *Prove* it…”

A scant moment later, his head was thrown back against the desk blotter and his legs were around Mustang’s shoulders as Roy simultaneously worked Edward from three angles; his mouth and tongue moved from sack to tip, he tweaked a bared nipple with his left hand, and he worked the fingers of his right into the young man’s rear. And while Ed froze at the first touch, it wasn’t long before he was relaxed and, judging from the sounds he was making, quite ready.

From the feel of him, and the appealing combination of curiosity and inexperience with which he was approaching this whole exchange, Mustang understood this would be a first for the boy. For good measure, he fished out the tiny bottle of hand lotion he always carried with him to combat those necessary, but much-too-rough, gloves of his. Applying a liberal amount to his index finger, he circled the area in question, then worked it inside, at the same time sliding his tongue over the smooth area above it, a place he knew to be very sensitive.

By now, Edward’s only utterance was a helpless, keening whimper.

Roy’s legs threatened to give way on him, but he somehow managed to pull himself up before the boy, position himself carefully and, with amazing restraint considering the sight that met his eyes - Edward spread wantonly before him, weeping cock tight against his flat belly - pushed himself slowly in, letting out a long, shuddering sigh when he was fully sheathed.

Edward grit his teeth hard against the obvious pain.

'Oh, God, he’s so tight…'

Moving slowly, trying not to jar him, Roy curled himself over Ed’s body, stroking his face, trying to ease the tension in that clenched jaw. He kissed Ed’s forehead gently, surprising himself with his tenderness.

As a lover, Roy Mustang had grown accustomed to thinking of himself as skillful, adventurous, and *heated*, but it had been a long time since he’d had cause for such *care*.

For several minutes, he froze in that position, giving them both time to adjust to it. Roy pressed his lips to Edward’s, kissing him gently, sliding his hands through the boy’s amazing hair, now loose around his shoulders, running his hands over the young man’s beautiful chest and shoulders.

Again, it was Edward who took the lead; he started by sliding his hands down Roy’s back until he found his buttocks, squeezing the flesh beneath his fingers, and ended by arching into Mustang’s body and moving roughly against him, for all intents and purposes, screwing *himself*.

'Well,then...'

With a low, guttural moan, Mustang took over from there, pulling himself up on one arm, then pulling himself part way *out*, only to thrust back in, reveling in how tight, how *responsive*, Edward was.

Maybe some part of him *had* thought this way about Edward; this is exactly how he would have expected him to be.

Distantly aware of the clock’s ticking, he sped up the pace. One hand anchored on the boy’s hip, the other working his cock, Mustang was suddenly all business. The room filled with the sounds of their pleasure; a ragged sigh, a whimpering moan, a gasp at some new angle, all accompanied by heavy breathing and the occasional heated exclamation.

Edward finished first, leaving long, red scratches on Mustang’s left shoulder and, screaming his release, covered them both with seed. Roy came soon after, emptying himself into the boy,his guttural cry ringing through the vacant office.

Panting, Roy lowered himself back down, covering Edward with his body. The boy’s eyes were closed and his chest rose and fell heavily, but his face wore a lazy, just-fucked expression that Mustang found most satisfying.

Propping himself up on one elbow, he ran a fingertip over Edward’s chest, again tracing the boy’s muscles, circling one nipple, bending to draw it into his mouth, suckling gently.

Edward half-moaned, half-laughed. “Time,” he asked, his voice clearly hoarse from screaming.

“Consider the point proved, Edward: it’s five-thirty. You’ve got plenty of time.”

He opened his eyes, spent and grinning. “Maybe, but it’s gonna be a while before I can *walk* again…”

It was Roy’s turn to grin wickedly; dipping a finger into the seed he found pooled between Ed’s pecs, he slid it into his mouth, relishing the taste of him.

Eyes wide, jaw tightening, he glared at Mustang. “And *you’re* not helping!”

“Not trying to,” Roy breathed, then bent to kiss him heatedly.

He held the boy’s face in his hands, suddenly aware that this could very well be the last time he saw him alive, suddenly realizing how very much he did not want that to be true. He kissed him deeply, his tongue speaking silently as it played against Ed’s, trying to communicate the things he’d never known he felt, but obviously had, in one, all-consuming gesture.

With an effort, and a tiny gasp that made Roy’s toes curl, Edward drew back, brows knit and eyes shadowed.

“Don’t worry about me, okay,” he said, expression soft. “I can take care of myself…” His determined smile was pure Fullmetal.

“Just come back in one piece,” Roy said, surprised at the emotion that choked his voice. “This isn’t done yet…”

“I’m *counting* on that,” Edward breathed.

With a meaningful look, he threaded both hands into Roy’s hair and pulled him down into a kiss that sent his mind reeling and threatened to take his breath away.

And for once, he spared not a single thought to control or ownership.

Afterall, there had to be a reason this felt so good… and he strongly suspected it had very little to do with *either*…


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