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Remote Control	By : squallstorm Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4138 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer:
I really wish it were the other way around...but it's not....I do
NOT own Fullmetal X(

Ed
squirmed in his wooden office chair, trying to get comfortable, but
it was impossible. He picked up a folder from the table in front of
him, looked at the documents inside, before sorting it into one of
three piles based on content. He'd been stuck in here all day, and
he was worked up, and he was anxious, and...he was horny.

Why did
Roy have to ruin a perfectly nice morning of cuddling before work?
Why did Roy have to be such a sadistic bastard? Why had Roy shoved
that thing up his ass this morning? Why? Then the bastard had run
off before Ed could get his hands on him for some before work sex.
Ed didn't remember a time when Roy had gotten dressed that fast, and
just as he was going out the door, he warned Ed not to remove it or
they would never have sex again.

Roy would
know...somehow, he always knew.

Whenever Roy got like
this with him, if Ed disobeyed, Roy would hold out for days until Ed
was practically dying from lust, overactive hormones and blue balls.
It just wasn't the same to beat off yourself. No amount of pleading,
begging, posturing, or threatening would do any good. Roy was a
fucking rock!

So instead, Ed
reluctantly got ready for work, wondering what Roy had put in his
ass, and what it was supposed to do to him. He fingered the draw
string through his legs, half tempted to pull it out to look at it
before replacing it himself. He pulled on his boxer shorts, and then
his pants; tucking the underwear down into the legs before threading
the button into the hole. As soon as he put on his tank top, he got
understood what it was.

Ed cried out in shock
as the object in his ass started to vibrate. Dancing around the
room, and clutching at his pants, Ed couldn't make his fingers work
fast enough as he pushed his pants off his hips. Bending nearly
double, he was just about to fish the thing out when the phone rang.
Looking up between his legs at the bed side table, he considered not
answering, but then that would make it that much worse for him latter
on. What ever it was stopped, leaving a weird tingling behind.

Standing up right, he
shuffling across the floor; pants pooling at his feet as Ed picked up
the phone.

“What!” he
barked, knowing full well that Roy was calling to check up on him.

“Tsk! Tsk!
Temper Edward.” Ed fidgeted; reaching down he pulled up his
pants, feeling as though Roy was watching him right now. “How
do you like my little toy?” Roy's voice drawled. Ed could hear
the bastard flicking a switch through the phone, and his insides
began to vibrate again.

“I don't.”
Ed gritted his teeth to keep from moaning. Damn, Roy always seemed
to find the freakiest stuff. It always felt good, but the bastard
had to think up these insane games. They couldn't just use them in
the bedroom like normal people.

“Well, I'm
sure...in time.” Ed could hear the sadistic smirk from here
and his face darkened. Fucking ...Roy, he thought as the man
in question continued. “You'll come to enjoy it very
much. Now hurry up or you'll be late for work.”

Ed pulled the receiver
away from his head as Roy broke the connection. Too distracted to
move as the little machine went to work on his insides, Ed just stood
there swaying with the effort to make his body ignore the
stimulation.

Finally, the little
fucker turned off and Ed's mind began to work again. Noticing that
he still was holding the phone, Ed replaced it. Fishing out his
pocket watch, Ed squeaked in horror. He had three minutes to get to
work, all the way across town. He finished dressing, pulling on his
usual leather pants and black jacket. Crashing down the stairs, Ed
snatched his red trench coat from the hanger in the closet by the
front door and ran down the steps.

He had to stop twice
along the way, when that thing started
up again, and dammit, didn't it shift and start to vibrate against
his prostate. He had to take ten minutes after that just to calm
down enough to walk. What he would have given to have a few moments
alone, but the streets were crowed and he couldn't concentrate enough
to do alchemy. Plus people were giving him a wide berth as his face
twisted in the effort to keep his hands in a decent place, and off
his aching dick. He was glad for the protection his long coat was
offering today.

Hawkeye
was out on for front steps waiting for him at the front door, visibly
peeved at his tardiness when Ed had finally made it to headquarters.
Ed flushed and fidgeted, adjusting his coat so she couldn't see the
bulge in his groin. Thank...someone...that the thing wasn't on right
now. He might just hump the lieutenant's leg if it did, gun or no.

“Edward,
the colonel wants you to help me pull documents for an upcoming legal
case.” The woman informed him. She was standing several steps
above Ed, towering over him. Usually this would have bothered him,
but today...well, he had other things on his mind. Not
yet trusting his voice, Ed could only nod and follow the lieutenant
once Hawkeye had had enough of glaring at him.

The
vibrator didn't go off for sometime after that, and Ed began to relax
and calm down. He even pulled off his long coat as they worked at
pulling all the files and pilling them on a table in the middle of
the room to be sorted later. It was tedious work. With his arms
laden with paper work, the forgotten machine buzzed to life, making
Ed jump and throw his arm load across the room, in a flurry of
falling papers.

“Edward!”
Hawkeye scolded, she glared at the dumb founded boy as they both
watched the sheets settle around the room. “Pick that up now!
And make sure they go back in the correct folders.”

“Yes,
ma'am,” Ed stammered. He bent to his knees, and blinked. He
didn't think he could take this. Panting slightly, Ed absentmindedly
began to pick up sheets of paper. He felt his penis twitch at the
stimulation he was receiving.

Over
the next fifteen minutes, the machine went on and off. Sometimes
close together, sometimes there would be a long pause. Finally
having straightened out his mess, Ed thought it would be a good time
to disappear for a few minutes and take care of his growing
problem.

“Be
right back, bathroom!” Ed called over his shoulder,
disappearing before Hawkeye could call him back. Making a beeline
for the nearest washroom, Ed ignored everyone in the hallways who
called out greetings, and made motions to talk to him. Intent on
some relief, if even for a little while, he rudely brushed past them
all.

Pushing
open the bathroom door, Ed was pleased to note the empty stalls and
deserted urinals. Ducking quickly into the furthest stall, Ed locked
himself in and pawed at his pants as the vibrator went on again.
Moaning softly, Ed pushed his pants down and gripped his rock hard
erection. Setting a fast pace, he fisted his penis, loving the rough
texture of his gloves as it brought him quickly to the edge. Ed was
intent on completion, not pleasure.

In
a matter of moments, Ed was spurting all over his glove and toilet.
Weak-kneed and sated for now, Ed carefully removed his soiled glove,
using it to wipe off the globes of cum that had landed on his pants.
He was glad the evil machine was once again silent for the moment.
If it turned on right now, he'd have to jerk off again, and after
abusing his dick with the gloves, he didn't think he could take it.

Making
his way quickly back to the file room, Ed found Hawkeye right where
he left her. He smiled awkwardly at her as he slunk by, resuming his
task of file pulling. He could feel the lieutenant's eyes on him as
he worked. His face turned hot as he wondered if she could tell what
he'd been up too. Could he have some expression on his face that let
other people know when you had done that? He face got even hotter as
the machine flickered on again.

“Are
you humming?” Hawkeye finally asked.

Ed
turned around and stared at her dumbfounded. “W-what?”
stammered Ed. “N-n-oh! Yeah, I got a song in my head that
won't leave me alone.” Ed could feel his blush spread down to
his neck and chest, he hoped that Hawkeye wouldn't read too much into
it.

“Um...I
hate when that happens.” Nodding, she turned back to her file
cabinet.

“Yeah,
me too.” Ed sighed. This was unbearable. How could
Roy do this to me? he thought.
The fucker turned off again, giving him a respite for the moment.

“Hey!
How are the paper pushers?” Havoc asked, peeking his head
around the door.

“Good.
Is the colonel anxious for his files?” Hawkeye asked.

“Actually,
he wants to see the chief about a lead,” Havoc said, nodding at
Ed.

Placing
the files in his arms on the table, Ed followed the blond man down
the hall. Trying to tell his heart and libido that just because he
was going to Mustang's office, it did NOT mean this would be over any
time soon. The bastard probably just wanted to see how his game was
progressing.

Havoc
held the door open for him to pass and closed it behind him. Ed
stepped back towards the door, and stood with his back plastered to
it, glaring at the colonel. The bastard wasn't even looking at the
damage he created. The colonel was reading some document on his
desk, and tapping his pen on the ink blotter as he casually reached
over and touched the switch on a small gray box next to his elbow,
turning Ed on, literally.

Ed's
hands flew to his mouth to cover the throaty groan that was trying to
work its way from his throat.

“Very
nice.,” Mustang purred at the sight before him, finally looking
up.

“B-bastard,”
Ed croaked through his hand, and squirmed a little as Roy flicked off
the device again.

“I
see your enjoying my toy.” Roy nodded, eying Ed's groin.

“I'm
NOT!” Ed half shouted.

“That's
not how it looks from here. Come closer.” Roy waved the blond
over, pushing his chair away from his desk. His eye's roved over the
lithe body as it stomped towards him. To Roy, it looked like Ed was
sauntering towards him, as the blond radiated sexual desire and
hunger. Ed stomped around the side of the desk, to stand in front of
the colonel, just out of arm's reach.

“Closer.”
Roy's eyes were glazing over now with lust for the wonderful
pleading look in Ed's face. He might not be able to resist till
tonight. No, he could do this, it would be so much better if they
were in the sanctuary of his room, where he could ravish the blond as
many times as he wanted.

Ed
took one small step towards his tormentor. He knew the evil bastard
wouldn't resolve this now, but would wait until this evening.
Although, he held out some small hope that Roy would at least give
him a hand job.

Roy
quirked an eyebrow as Ed only took a baby step, a childless attempt
to get him to react. He took a calming breath before he opened his
mouth. He couldn't afford to spoil this before it got really good.
“You may go back to your work now,” said Roy, pulling his
chair back into the desk and he resumed working.

Ed's
jaw worked with all the things he wanted to say, each more scathing
then the last. Each utterance though, would mean another day of
punishment from Roy. Spinning on his heal, Ed stomped his way to the
door.

The
vibrator was strangely silent for the rest of the day, making Ed more
sensitive to almost every sensation he felt. The shift of his pants,
the fold of his shirt, even the shift of his braid left him moving
and fidgeting uncomfortably.

At
some point Hawkeye noticed his inattention, and after pulling several
incorrect files, she dismissed him for the day. Ed rushed to his
dorm room, eager to hide away. When he threw open the door however,
Ed was surprised to see that Al was no longer here. What had that
bastard engineered? Closing the door, Ed began to search the room to
see if their stuff was still here. He didn't doubt for one second
that the colonel would have taken it and hid it somewhere as ransom.
Not like they had a lot to begin with, but it was his dammit!

After
searching the room, Ed found a note on the bedside table in Al's
careful writing. Unfolding the paper, Al told him to be good and
not to cause trouble because he had gone to the library with Sheeska
to help her out with her job, so that meant he was on his own. Ed
grunted at his brother's presumption that he couldn't take care of
himself with out him.

Sighing,
he sat down on the edge of the bed, unconsciously adjusting his lower
body to accommodate his little 'friend'. He couldn't decide what he
wanted to do now. He squeaked slightly as the thing turned on
unexpectedly. Well that answered that question. Lying on his back
he let his hand drift down his stomach towards his awakening penis.

He
squeaked again as someone started banging on the door. Grumbling to
himself about privacy in his own room, he rolled to his feet, and
tried not too walk funny as he answered the door. Crap, the thing
went off again.

“Yes!”
Ed barked.

“Sir!”
The private snapped a salute. “There's a phone call for you.”

“Okay,”
Ed sighed. So much for wanking off quietly.

As
he approached the phone in the hall, the 'little beast' as he now
began to call it, turned on. Gasping audibly, the soldier in front
of him turned to see what was up. Blushing furiously, Ed shook his
head and hurried past him to the phone.

“What!”
he barked, mashing the receiver into his head.

“Now,
now, Fullmetal, is that anyway to talk to your superior officer?”
Roy chuckled in his ear.

“Sorry,
sir,” Ed ground out around clenched teeth.

“Meet
me at the corner,” Roy husked quietly. Ed figured there must
still be someone in the office with him.

“Fine.”
Ed hung up the phone. He knew what corner the colonel was talking
about. It was their routine to meet up like this.

The
little beast switched off.

Ten
minutes of standing alone, and waiting did nothing to improve Ed's
mood. He even started to consider going against the bastard's plans
this evening and be dammed with the consequences.

A
few minutes later, and Ed spotted Roy walking slowly towards him,
whistling to himself. Pushing himself off the tree he was leaning
against, Ed began to walk towards the bastard's house making sure
that any pedestrians or onlookers wouldn't mistake them as walking
together.

Another
ten minutes later, and Roy was lounging in his living room, relaxing.
Ed hovered near the far arm rest, waiting on the bastard's
'pleasure'. Unable to wait any longer, Ed stomped across the room
towards the stairs.

“Where
do you think your going, Fullmetal?” Roy snapped, spinning
around on the couch.

“You're
such a fucking bastard, you know that! I'm taking this thing out and
the hell with your perverted games,” spat Ed, and continued his
march to the bathroom.

“Edward!”
Roy pelted after him, easily catching him before he made it to the
washroom.

Ed
resisted all his attempts to get him to stop and listen.

“Edward,
wait please. I'm sorry. I took it too far,” Roy pleaded, his
hand on his shoulder. It was just there, not stopping him, just
there.

Seething
with indignation, Ed considered if he should allow Roy to get away
with it, but then he had an evil plan, and the more he thought about
it the better he liked it. The more he liked it, the more his face
lit up, causing Roy to worry and sweat.

“Fine!
Then make it up to me!” Ed whirled around shaking off his
hand hold.

“Of
course, anything you...” Roy faltered as Ed's face took on a
truly manic gleam.

“Anything?”
Ed wanted his full cooperation.

“...Yes...?”

“Great.”
Ed whirled around and slammed the bathroom door in his face, locking
it with a very loud click.

- - - -

Roy
sat in his office chair trying to appear relaxed and bored, but that
insistent machine was making him shift and squirm. As soon as
Hawkeye shot him a warring glance, Roy would still until she looked
away. What had he been thinking, playing such an awful trick on
Edward. This was hell. He never knew when the vibrator would go
off, making him on edge and snappish.

He
would most likely be sleeping on the couch again tonight. Ed had
insisted on his staying in Roy's room while Roy took up residence in
the living room. It was a true test for him and he knew it. To have
Ed so close, knowing he was sleeping nude, upstairs in his queen
sized bed...needless to say, he didn't get much sleep last night. He
wondered how long Edward would continue with this torture.

“Sir,
General Hakuro wants to have a quick meeting in the conference room
about the growing problem in Ishbal,” Hawkeye informed him
replacing the phone.

“Shit,”
he mumbled under his breath. Just then the machine turned off.
Sighing, Roy gathered his notes. As he opened the door to the
conference room, the thing went on again.

With
his back ram rod straight, Roy thought the saying 'pay back's a
bitch' was going to take on new meaning for him.

--Owari--
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