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The 'Top Dog' and The 'Lap Dog'	By : Alima8314 Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2548 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�The �Top Dog� and the �Lap Dog��

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Pairing: Ed x Roy

Genre: Shonen Ai / Yaoi

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A/N: OOC warning. Somehow, even though I did my very best to stay in character, I made Mustang meaner than he really is, and I think I made Edward a little more whiny than he usually is. Oops... But this is an alternate universe story, so I guess some changes are to be expected, right? Maybe they�re both just very sexually frustrated. This is my first attempt at something like THIS. Everything else I�ve written so far only described the feelings and emotions, but never the actions.

Can you believe it took me three months to write this?

I would like to thank my friends D and J (you know who you are!) for helping me with this story. They gave me ideas for what to do and beta�d it for me. And also for not letting me quit and put this story down. They helped me a lot. I love you guys!

Please, R&R! Flames and constructive criticism are most welcome.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist, nor am I affiliated in any way with the copyright owners of Fullmetal Alchemist. Fullmetal Alchemist�s story line and characters are copyrighted to Hiromu Arakawa and the various companies who produced the manga, anime and merchandise.

His name is Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist. Hero of the People. He is a young prodigy who, unlike most practitioners, can perform alchemy without the use of an array. Despite his name, he is a multi-talented alchemist that can transmute most substances. Sometimes, though, he wishes he were able to transmute his heart into stone. He never asked for these emotions. Emotions will only get in the way of his quest to restore his younger brother�s body to normal.

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His name is Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist. Hero of Ishbal. By using alchemy to adjust the oxygen density in the surrounding area, he can create flames using anything that will create a spark, but preferring his special sparkcloth gloves, and manipulate them at will. However, there is one... no, two... There are two flames he has no control over: the flames in his heart, and the flames in those golden eyes.

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�...ther? Brother?� a worried voice called dimly through the fog.

�Huh? Wha...?� Edward Elric lifted his head from the pillow and blinked a few times to clear his eyes. He couldn�t remember what he had been thinking about, or if he had been thinking at all. Perhaps he had been dozing, taking a dreamless nap. �What Al?� he inquired, looking up at the hulking metal form of his younger brother.

�There�s a phone call for you in the lobby. I think it�s the colonel.�

The older teen groaned as he sat up. �What could he want? I�m not due for another assessment for a couple more months,� Ed muttered as he stood. �I guess I better take the call, huh?�

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�Hello, Colonel. What do you want now? I already made my report, and my next assessment isn�t for a while yet. I just got back to Central. I�m tired and I want to rest,� he grumbled as he put the phone to his ear, not giving his commanding officer a chance to begin.

�I see you�re as rude as ever, Fullmetal. Didn�t your mother ever teach you to respect your elders?�

�Don�t talk about my mom. Of course she taught me to respect my elders, but only those who deserve it,� Edward spat back.

�And your commanding officer is unworthy of such respect? However, I�m in a forgiving mood, so I�ll let that slide for today, your report is what I want to talk to you about. I have some questions regarding the exact quantity of available resources you wrote about. Your details were a little vague.�

�Little?� Edward�s left eyebrow twitched.

�Heh. You�re overly sensitive, Fullmetal. Just come to my office,� Mustang said before hanging up the phone.

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�Enter,� Mustang�s voice sounded muffled through the heavy wood door.

Edward groaned inwardly as he opened the door and stepped into the spacious room. Every time he was in this room, the colonel seemed to go out of his way to mock him.

�Please, have a seat, Fullmetal,� the Flame Alchemist sat at his desk, his chin resting on his folded hands. Edward�s report spread out on the surface before him.

�What �vague� details did you want to talk about, Colonel?� the teen asked with a sneer. �I remember my report. I turned it in this afternoon. So, what�s wrong with it?� Edward asked as he took a seat on the large black leather couch.

Ignoring the question, Mustang stood, circled his desk and walked over to the couch. �The report is fine. I just used it as an excuse to get you to show up. Edward, you�re almost sixteen, right?�

�Uhhh... yeah. Why?� Edward asked suspiciously. The colonel rarely, if ever, used his real name.

�I think it�s time you and I had a little talk.� This confession earned him a hard look from the younger man.

�It�s not �the talk,� is it? I already know all that stuff,� feeling increasingly uncomfortable, Edward shifted his position on the couch, crossing his left leg over his right knee. �Teacher already gave Al and me that lecture after we, uhhh... accidentally... saw her and... uhhh... well... She told us... how it works.�

Mustang chuckled at Edward�s reddening face. Whatever he was remembering must have been embarrassing �You�re on the right track. But there�s something else. Something important. And I have to admit, I am curious about what your reaction will be.�

�On the right track? My reaction to what?�

In response, Mustang grabbed Edward�s wrist and made him stand, then quickly took the previously occupied seat for himself.

�So, what? You wanted to see if I would get mad if you too-� Edward never finished his sentence because the colonel pulled the svelte young man down into his lap and covered Edward�s mouth with his own, moving so he was being straddled by the blond.

�No. I wanted to see how you would react to that,� Mustang gasped as he ended the kiss.

�You can�t do this to me! I�m just a kid!� Edward�s outburst earned him a slap across the face. It stung enough to make his eyes water as he glared at his commanding officer. It wasn�t fair. Why did the colonel have to hit him so hard?

�Quiet. You threw away your childhood the day you joined the military and became a State Alchemist. You can�t just bring it up anytime it�s convenient. In the eyes of the military, you are an adult,� Mustang snapped. He felt bad about slapping the young blond alchemist, but Edward needed to learn that he truly was no longer a child. That, and the younger alchemist seemed like he was about to go into hysterics. �Now, Edward,� he crooned as he cupped the teens face in his hands, feeling the heat radiate from the irritated flesh. �Please be an adult about this. Don�t make me resort to blackmail. You�re making me feel like a child molester. I mean, as if your size wasn�t enough to make me feel bad, you just had to go and throw a childish tantrum.�

�Keep this up, and you will be a child molester. Maybe it�s my turn to try blackmail,� Edward snarled back, trying to ignore the sudden rushing feeling in his stomach as Mustang�s fingers traced their way across his face, over his chin and down his neck. He reached up with his left hand and grabbed Roy�s wrist. �And don�t call me small.�

�Nope, it won�t work. I�ve been playing blackmail far longer than you have,� the dark-haired man whispered as he inched his face closer until the tip of his nose touched that of the youngsters. He slipped his wrist out of Edward�s grip and grabbed him by the collar, �Do you know why I keep sending you out on research missions? I want to keep you out of danger. I happen to care about you, damn it!� His voice was hoarse with emotion by this time. He pulled the teenager into a tight embrace. �I send you away to keep you safe! I don�t... I don�t want you to have to... do... the things I did...� He laid his forehead against Edward�s neck, wetting it with his tears. �I never want that to happen... I never want you to kill under orders... I want you to be safe... Safe and alive... With me... That�s why I lied to my superiors about your limbs.�

Edward�s eyes opened wide as he unconsciously returned the hug. �Colonel, I...�

�Right now, I�m not �Colonel,� I�m Roy.�

�...R... Roy...? You�re scaring me. And I have to get back to Al,� Edward murmured as he pushed against the colonel�s chest in an attempt to get off an embarrassingly hardening seat. He grunted as he was yanked back down, hard.

�You... you... you can�t! I can�t! You�re like... A... You�re like an older brother, or an uncle to me... It would be wrong...� Ed stammered, feeling another blush rise to his cheeks and his breath catch in his throat.

�Can the bullshit. I�ve known you since you were eleven years old. You and I both know you don�t believe in extended families.�

�That�s... not true... that�s not true! I have... Winry. And Teacher!�

�You�re right. You are just a kid. Fine. Get the hell out of my office and don�t come back until you�ve grown up.� Mustang spat as he pushed the frustrated teen off his lap and onto the floor.

�What? You mean... You�re going to do all this, and then just stop?� Edward cried out in a confused, frustrated voice. Due to an increasingly tightening problem in his pants, he couldn�t stand up, let alone walk. �I can�t leave like this! I can�t even move!�

�Hmmm...? Does that mean... You want to stay? You can, if you want. I�m not going to force you into doing anything. If you want to stop, tell me. I�ll stop,� Mustang slid off the couch onto the floor and wrapped his arms around Edward�s shoulders as he planted a butterfly kiss on the boy�s chin, causing him to whimper. �I�m sorry I slapped you...�

Edward�s eyes widened even more. He never expected the colonel to apologize. �It�s okay. I just can�t believe you�re gay.�

�I�m more bisexual than gay. I like women, too, you know,� Mustang whispered as he nibbled Edward�s jaw line, working his way toward an ear.

�I hate to admit it myself, but I am... just a bit... curious. It�s not going to hurt, is it?� A tremor of fear entered his voice. He could feel his logic fading and judgement being overridden by his hormones. �Did you only call me in so you could try to seduce me? Because it�s not like sex is very high on my list of priorities. My promise to Al comes first.�

�To be honest, I think it might hurt. A little. I�ll try my best to make it not hurt as much. But, if this means you�re willing to continue, you�ll just have to relax,� at that, he placed his hands on Edward�s hips and pulled the teen into his lap once more. He quickly undid the clasp that held Edward�s over shirt closed and pushed both it and Edward�s red trench coat off and onto the floor, leaving the youth in his black tank top. �You can undress me too, if you like.�

�Uhhh... I guess...� Edward tentatively tugged at Mustang�s collar. �How?� he asked, tugging a little harder. �I�ve never had much experience with the uniform...�

�Put your fingers under the flap and pull,� Mustang instructed as he untucked Edward�s shirt. �Are you ticklish?� he caressed the skin under his hands lightly, causing the boy to jerk slightly and shiver. �You�re so soft... and warm. Maybe I will try to seduce you.�

�I thought you already were... Wait! No... no tickling... That�s not fair,� Edward protested as he finally got the military uniform open.

�But it�s fun,� Roy said, taking his hands out from under Ed�s shirt and shrugging off the heavy blue jacket, leaving only the white dress shirt. �You know, I�ve always wanted to touch your hair. Your hair always looked like it was... well, nice to touch. It�s such a pretty, happy color. The color of sunshine.�

�My hair? I don�t do anything special to it. I just wash it, brush it and braid it,� Edward unconsciously brought his braid over his shoulder and played with the ends.

Mustang removed his gloves and took the end of the braid in his fingers, pulling out the tie holding it together. Edward�s braid fell apart, cascading down the youth�s back in golden waves. The older man gently ran his fingers through the shining tresses, enjoying the silky feel. �It�s getting a bit warm, don�t you think?� he commented after a moment of preening the teen, fanning his neck with the collar of his shirt. �Take your shirt off. Just seeing someone wear black is making me feel worse. And take off your boots, too,� he added as he reached down to remove his own footwear.

�Wow Colonel, I didn�t know you were so weak,� Edward said as he obliged, removing his gloves before leaning against the older man to yank off his boots. He then pulled the tank top over his head, twisting to the side to drop it on top of the rest of his clothes. Turning back, he was caught by surprise as the older man playfully tackled him, grinding against his pelvis and crushing his lips with a hard, wet kiss.

�Edward... Ed...� the colonel moaned as he deepened the kiss. He snaked one hand around the younger man�s back and dragged his other hand softly up the boy�s ribs and over his arm, until he was able to intertwine the fingers of his left hand with those of the prodigy�s. Roy then nibbled his way down Edward�s neck and over his collarbone, making the youth gasp and writhe with unexpected pleasure.

�Colonel...� Edward started hoarsely, leaning back and dragging his fingers through Mustang�s hair.

�No. Not �colonel,� not now... It�s Roy. Roy...� Mustang breathed against the teen�s quivering abdomen. �It�s not like we�re on the clock, you know...� he moved further down, toward Edward�s belly button. �I only came in today to receive your report.�

�Oh. Why me, am I special? Or is this something you do with all your subordinates?� Edward panted as the colonel licked his navel. �I always thought you would end up doing something like this with Lieutenant Hawkeye.�

�The relationship Hawkeye and I share is very similar to the relationship you and Alphonse share. As for my other subordinates... I don�t think so. None of them are as pretty as you, so I guess that makes you special,� Mustang shoved Edward onto his back and started loosening the tan leather belt. �Now, shut up and let me work.�

�Work? I thought we weren�t on the clock,� Edward retorted as he reached down to help his commanding officer with the belt.

�Let me play then. You�re my new toy,� Mustang smirked as he succeeded in getting the tricky belt undone and began to slowly unzip the now tight pants. He enjoyed the sight of the teen�s beautiful face twisting in sexual agony.

�I don�t want to be a toy. I want to be a person. I want you to treat me like a grown up!� Edward whimpered as he arched his back while Mustang undid the button and slid the pants over his hips to his mid-thigh. It felt good to have the pressure on his erection taken away. It was starting to hurt. �Huh?� he struggled to sit upright and stared at his lap. The cloth of his boxers was damp and cold. �Colonel...�

�Is there a problem, Edward?� the dark-haired man emphasized the youngster�s name.

�Why? I don�t... it�s wet...� Edward furrowed his brow. �Why... with a guy?�

�You�re so cute, and so very na�ve when it comes to sex. It just means you�re horny. It doesn�t matter who you�re horny with. If you think about it, you might remember something like this happening to you at night when you were a little younger. Maybe it still happens. You may be a genius, but you can be quite dumb about certain things.�

�I knew it. I can�t enter this room and not be insulted by you at least once,� Edward pouted, trying his best to squirm away from his superior. �Once, just once, I would like for you to treat me as an adult. I mean, really, like an adult.�

Mustang halted the teen�s progress by straddling him and sitting heavily on his lap. �That�s exactly what I�m trying to do.� Grunting, he twisted so Edward was on top and sat him on the couch, then sat back on his feet as if to rest. �You�re heavier than you look.�

Edward jerked forward when the warm sweaty flesh of his back touched the cool leather. �Was that a crack about my height?� he hissed.

�No. I�m just saying you�re a big boy, that�s all,� Mustang teased as he quickly finished unbuttoning his own shirt, tossing it carelessly aside. �Your automail makes you heavier.� He caressed the skin of Edwards left thigh. �So, just how far down does the flesh go, hmmm?�

�You should know the answer to that, you bastard. You seem to already know everything else about me and my habits.�

�Perhaps I have forgotten... Let�s see here...� Roy mused as his finger caught the rumpled waistband of the teen�s pants and pulled them farther down until he reached the dark, angry scars the encircled the boys leg just above where his knee should have been. He continued pulling the fabric down until the pants pooled around Edward�s ankles. The older man took his time studying the auto-mail port. He had never gotten to look this closely at Edward�s auto-mail before. Well, he hadn�t been able to look at anyone�s, really... During the war, he had been acquainted with soldiers who had gotten limbs replaced via this almost... miraculous medical method. However, Edward was the only individual he knew, on both a personal and professional basis, with auto-mail attachments, and the only person he could get close enough to in order to satisfy his profound curiosity about the advanced prosthetics. He could see where the metal had been grafted into the skin and his respect for Edward went up a couple notches. Anyone who could endure auto-mail surgery was someone to admire indeed. And Edward was only eleven at the time he got both his arm and leg attached. At the same time! He didn�t realize he had such a serious expression on his face until the younger alchemist spoke.

�Pretty disgusting, huh?�

�No, not at all. I was just thinking about how amazing it is that you could go through something like this at such a young age. It must have been extremely painful,� Roy kissed the auto-mail knee. It felt cold against his lips and tasted bitter, like the faint, yet still harsh scent of oil that always lingered around the boy.

�Well, it wasn�t that bad. Besides, I had just gone through much worse a few days before, remember?� Edward snorted.

�I remember,� Mustang whispered as he kissed the pale skin of Ed�s inner thigh. He ran his lips upward across the flesh until he met the hem of the boxers, delighting in the way his young lover leaned back with a sigh. He continued, kissing the leg through the cloth, inching his way closer to the boy�s erection.

Edward�s eyes closed and his hips jerked as the colonel kissed the apex of the tented fabric. He emitted a deep moan as the older man pulled the waistband of his underwear down over his needy member. Another cry caught in his throat when he felt something warm and slightly raspy caress the tip. �What are you doing?� he asked, cracking one of his eyes a little, only to see the older man�s face hovering above his groin.

�Nothing, really. Just enjoying the view,� Mustang answered, before pursing his lips and blowing gently on the saliva-coated skin. Seeing Edward�s blushing form writhe in pleasure caused his own erection to give an interested twitch.

�Ah! Oh, damn!� Edward yelped as Mustang pulled the head of the teen�s member into his mouth and ran his tongue over the slit. Ed tried to push the colonel away. �Ah! That�s so disgusting! What are you doing?!�

Mustang let Edward�s cock slide from his mouth, tilting his face up to meet the boy�s eyes. �Wow, I would never have thought you were so small below the belt,� he teased with a smirk, attempting to get the boy riled up. It was far too easy to control Edward�s emotions.

�WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN �SMALL?!� STOP CALLING ME SMALL! I�M STILL GOING THROUGH PUBERTY, YOU BASTARD! SHUT THE HELL UP!� The blond�s rant was stopped when the dark-haired man traced his fingertips along the underside of the boy�s tender flesh as he resumed his oral ministrations to the weeping member.

�Just admit it. This feels good, huh?� Mustang inquired smugly between licks, placing his hand on the boy�s slender hip.

�Uhhh... yeah... feels good... I guess... So good... Ahhh... Intense...� the young alchemist panted as Roy took him to the hilt and hummed softly. �AH!� Edward cried out, breaking free of the colonel�s grip and thrusting hard into the older man�s mouth.

Mustang choked on the sudden explosion of salty warmth in his mouth, doing his best to swallow what he could. The boy hadn�t held out for long, but that was understandable, considering he had no experience. �...Edward...� Roy placed his hands on the teenage alchemist�s shaky knees and pushed himself up. He leaned forward and gently placed his lips against the boy�s. �You taste good... Like... youth...� Then he stood up and pulled the teen into another hug. �Edward, stand up. Come with me...� the colonel breathed against the boy�s neck.

�Hmmm... Where...?� came the reluctant reply.

�I just need you to get off the couch for a minute. I don�t want to get it dirty. Leather is pretty hard to clean, you know...�

�I don�t think I can stand. I can�t really feel my legs. They�re kind of shaky.�

�Fine. Just...� Mustang grabbed the boy�s wrist and jerked him into standing.

Edward, not expecting this, tripped on the pants that were still at his feet and lurched forward, but was promptly caught by the colonel. �Warn me next time, you...�

�Just stand over here for a moment,� the older man positioned the boy to the side of the couch before removing the cushions.

The youth kicked his pants over to the rapidly growing pile of clothes that lay in the middle of the office floor. �Why is there a bed hidden in your couch? I�ve never seen anything like that before,� Edward asked as the colonel unfolded the hide-a-bed.

�Sometimes I work very late, and am too tired to drive home. I bought this so I could sleep at the office,� he glanced at the teen and then at the bed. �Luckily, we�ll both fit in it since you�re so small...�

�WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL THAT HE COULD RATTLE AROUND LIKE A BB IN AN AMOEBAS�S ASS?!� Edward bellowed, his shaky legs forgotten.

�Calm down. Honestly Edward, I never said any of that... Keep this up, and I�ll just send you home. AS IS.�

Edward gulped at the threat. He decided behaving was a much better alternative to be being seen in public, in his underwear and very aroused. �Anyway, why don�t you just sleep on the couch?�

�I have a few times. It�s not that comfortable to sleep on leather in the summer.�

�Heh,� the blond snorted. �Sounds like an excuse to me...�

�Is that so? An excuse for what, exactly?� Mustang asked.

�I... don�t know... Just an excuse...� Edward responded weakly.

�What�s the matter? Is your brain shutting down due to hormonal overload? Ah, I remember being a teenager so well...� Mustang teased as he grabbed the boy and gently tossed him onto the musty sheets. He then pulled the youth�s boxers off, throwing them aside before crawling onto the bed and straddling the nude form.

Edward squeaked with surprise. �What the hell?!� but his protests were silenced by another heated kiss. He twitched as his superior�s fingers tickled the inside of his legs. �Why do you keep tickling me?�

�Because it�s fun,� the older man crooned, placing his hands on either side of the blond head.

Edward�s eyes widened as he tilted his head forward to see what Mustang was doing. There was a rather large bulge in the blue pants. He squirmed as the older man rubbed their erections together. �Mmmm...� he closed his eyes and pushed upward to increase the pressure, only to feel Mustang pull away a little. Why would he do that? Mustang had just said he knew what it was like to be a teenager, so didn�t he remember that sometimes erections hurt, a lot? He clenched his fists in the blankets, trying to ignore the desperate need to scream. Why was he taking so long? But the rational side of Edward�s brain told him to relax, that Mustang wouldn�t start something he couldn�t finish.

Mustang began to pant from his exertions, and his arms were starting to shake from holding himself over the boy. He fell over onto his side next to Ed, and placed a finger to the younger man�s lips. Then, lifting his finger, he gently ran rough knuckles down Edward�s face, making his way down over the lightly toned chest and stomach, making his way to his own neglected crotch. As quickly as he could with one hand, he opened the buckle of his belt and undid his fly. �Want to help?�

�Uh... What?�

Mustang finished undoing his pants and pulled them, and his boxers, down to his knees. He took Ed�s flesh hand and gazed deeply into golden eyes. He was surprised by the fear that still lingered in those beautiful gold eyes, but this was Edward�s first time doing anything like this, so Roy chided himself. Of course the boy would be afraid. Mustang looked deeper into Ed�s eyes, looking for any sign that the teen wanted to end this. �Edward? Beyond this point, there will be no turning back. It�s all or nothing now and I�m giving you a choice. Do you want to continue? Yes, or no?�

Edward sat up and leaned forward, returning the look with one of his own, getting lost in the soft black color of the colonel�s eyes. �Col... errr... Roy... I want to... to go on. I don�t think I would be able to stop now, even if I wanted... Damn hormones...�

Mustang gently squeezed Edward�s hand before placing the young palm against his throbbing member and gasped as Edward timidly wrapped his fingers around the warm, swollen flesh. �Edward... if you have ever masturbated,� this statement was met with the boy�s face turning more red than it had been these past few minutes. Obviously, and understandably, this was something private, and something the boy didn�t want his superior officer to know about. �If you ever have, just do to me what you do to yourself. Okay?� he placed his hand over Edward�s and started it moving up and down in a pumping action. �Go on, it�s okay. Don�t be afraid.� Mustang murmured as he kissed the boy again, running his fingers over the teen�s stomach, which was slick with sweat. His fingers made their way toward Ed�s groin once more, while his other hand slid down the smooth back, caressing the soft skin of Ed�s buttocks. He smiled as the boy whined as the older man�s hand began to tease his length to hardness again, distracting him. There was something he needed to do to prepare Edward.

Edward�s rhythm faltered as he felt the blood rush to his groin, and he fell forward into the colonel�s embrace. �Wha...?� he tensed as he felt something probing at his entrance. �What are you... doing?�

�I have to... ahhh... prepare you. Stretch you out a little. I don�t want to do damage. I truly do not want to hurt you. This is something that is wonderful and beautiful, and I want to share it with you... So, please, just bear with me. Relax, and breathe. It won�t hurt as much that way.�

�How do you... know what to do? Have you ever?� Edward asked through clenched teeth. It was only a single finger, but the colonel had large hands, and it was uncomfortable. He brought his own hands up and swung them around the colonel�s broad shoulders to support himself.

�Well, I�ve never done anything quite like this, but I have heard things... And I�m sure preparations would be almost the same for a man as for a woman.�

Edward bit Roy�s shoulder at that bit of commentary, and to vent some of the pain he felt. He bit down harder as another finger joined the first. The youth grunted as Mustang gently began using a thrusting action, gradually spreading his fingers further apart. After a minute of this, a third finger was introduced.

�That hurts... you said...� Edward groaned as he arched his back in an attempt to escape the intrusion.

�Edward... Edward...� the colonel planted a line of kisses along the teen�s jaw and mouth in apology. �I never said it wouldn�t hurt,� he murmured as he slowly, carefully, repeated the actions with his three fingers, causing Edward to buck and cry out against the pain.

�Damn it...�

�I�m sorry... I�m sorry...� Mustang stopped wiggling his fingers, giving Ed a chance to get used to te sensation. Carefully, he moved only one finger, causing golden eyes to close in discomfort. �Hold on, I�m looking for something.� He kissed the fluttering eyelids as another apology.

Roy remembered something from his last mandatory prostate exam. He had been embarrassed at the time, but for a moment during the exam, there had been a moment of extreme pleasure. He hadn�t mentioned it to anyone, but he figured he wasn�t the only one this had happened to. It was this sweet spot he was looking for in Edward�s body, and he knew he found it when Ed�s eyes flew open and a breathy moan escaped his lips. Roy continued to tease the youth while with his other hand, he picked up where Ed had stopped, taking hold of his neglected member and pumping hard a few times, waiting for beads of precum to form on the tip, but not enough that he reached his own orgasm. Smearing himself slick with his own fluids, he kissed Edward again and pushed him so he was laying down again. �Edward...�

�Roy, I�m... scared...� Edward whimpered.

�I know... Just relax. Trust me. Now, this is your absolute last chance to turn back.�

�But, I thought you said... before...�

�Do you trust me?� Mustang looked Edward directly in the eyes.

�I... think so...�

�A �yes� or �no� answer, please.�

�I... well...� Edward returned the raven haired man�s steady gaze. �Yes. Yes, I trust you. Please. I want to go on...� he arched his body up into that of the man above him.

�Okay. Hmmm... Turn over.�

�What?�

�On your stomach. That way I�ll be able to...�

�What?� Edward�s tone was impatient.

�Just turn over. I�ll show you.�

Mustang completely removed his pants and boxers as Edward shifted his posture and flipped over onto his stomach. Roy placed his hands on Edward�s hips and pulled the boy up so he was on his hands and knees. He ran his hands down the youth�s thighs as he positioned himself properly. �Forgive me. This may hurt,� he whispered in the boy�s ear as he gently pushed the head of his erection inside the tight entrance. It felt good, much different than being with a woman. The sensation of contracting muscles surrounding his length almost drove him over the edge, but he was experienced, and knew how to hold back.

Edward let out a pained cry, his arms slipping out from under him.

�Relax... relax. Breathe...� Roy stayed still for few moments to give Edward time to adjust.

�Okay. I think I�m all right now,� Edward panted after he became accustomed to the burning feeling.

Mustang gave a gentle thrust, and winced as the teen tensed again. �Please, Ed, I know it hurts, but you need to relax. It will make it easier for the both of us. Trust me. I�m not hurting you on purpose.�

�I know you�re not doing it on purpose, but it still hurts, damn it! You turn around and let me shove a stick up your ass! Then you tell me how it feels!�

�Edward... please, just relax,� the older alchemist continued pushing slowly, until he was fully sheathed inside the boy, causing him to gasp loudly. �You okay?�

�Yeah... yeah...� the blond moaned happily as he closed his eyes. He could feel the warm pressure inside of him, pulsing with the increased blood flow in the organ. It was incredible. �Go,� he breathed.

Mustang nodded to himself and carefully pulled out, leaving only the tip buried within, eliciting a drawn out moan from his partner. Taking this as a good sign, he pushed in again, aiming for Edward�s prostate. He knew he hit his target because Edward cried out in pleasure and bucked backwards into him, rushing the penetration.

�More...� the word was deep and guttural. It surprised the colonel to hear the teen sound so... animalistic, and the tone made it hard not to give into his lust and pound his subordinate silly. However, this was Edward�s first time, and he truly cared for the youth and didn�t want to hurt him. He snaked his arm around the slender waist and stroked Ed�s member, smiling as he felt the boy thrust into his hand. He began to pump into the teen, leaning forward to kiss his lover�s neck and shoulders.

Edward squirmed as he was overcome with pleasure. As he learned the rhythm, he alternated between the body above him and the hand below him. When the colonel pulled away, he would push himself into the hand, and then move backward into the thrust when he felt his superior push forward. Stars danced around the edge of his vision when he felt pressure brush repeatedly against one certain spot inside his body. �Aaahhhh... I don�t want it... to stop...�

The raven haired man answered with his own groan. How could society frown on something that felt so wonderful? He lost himself in his own hormonal rush when he felt the tight confines of his partner squeeze around him and felt the boy reach his breaking point, draining his fluids into his hand. Thrusting a few more times, he finally allowed himself to cum, filling the youth with his seed.

The blond felt an uncomfortable explosion of warmth inside his nether regions, which caused him to grunt incoherently and collapse. He grunted again as he felt the weight of the older man suddenly fall on him.

�Sorry Ed... I just... I couldn�t hold myself up... any longer...� he whispered as he reluctantly pulled himself out and slid off the boy�s back. Wrapping his arms around the heaving chest in front him, he pulled the youth against his body.

�You annoy me, you know that?� Edward murmured as he lay sleepy in Mustang�s arms. �You�ve just stolen my innocence. Bastard.�

�You can�t take by force that which is given away,� the dark-haired alchemist retorted as he gazed at the dozing teen he held. �To be honest, Edward,� he murmured, stressing the younger�s name, �this was my... first time... too. With a guy, that is...�

�You've already stated that, but it's okay. I'll forgive you because I like it... when you say my name... My real name.�

�I know, but in public, we�re just two feral military dogs, cautiously circling each other. But you know what?� he nuzzled Edward�s nape and whispered in his ear: �I like dogs, and I think I�ll like being a dog more if you�re involved. I�ve wanted this... for a while...�

�Well then, you�re only the second dog to like me. Any other dog but Den always attacks me, usually squishing me.�

�Den?�

�Winry�s dog.�

�Oh,� Mustang chuckled. �Well, in private like this, you can be my little lapdog, okay? I get to be �top dog.��

"Shut up. You�re not allowed to call me �little,�� Edward growled into the pillow as he turned away from the colonel. Then he sighed, �I think I�m about to enter into an arrangement with my commanding officer, who happens to be twice my age. I hate you, you know that, Colonel?�

�You�re repeating yourself, Major,� Mustang teased.

�Ugh... ranks... Good night!� Edward spat disgustedly as he pulled the pillow over his head and tried his best to ignore the man who lay behind him.

Chuckling, Mustang reached over and grabbed the alarm clock he kept for the nights he had to sleep at the office. Still smiling, he reset the alarm an hour earlier. It wouldn�t do either of them any good if someone were to walk in and catch them together in the bed. �Sweet dreams, Fullmetal... Edward...� he whispered.

But the teen was already asleep.
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The 'Top Dog' and The 'Lap Dog'