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Someone To Turn To - Fire and Ice	By : Alima8314 Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1100 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Fire - Ed POV
- 2-Ice - Roy POV
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-Fullmetal Alchemist-

Someone to Turn To:

�Fire� and �Ice�
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�Fire�

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Disclaimer: I thought long and hard about it, and I decided that I don�t really want to own FMA. That would be too much work, and I�m lazy. I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist, nor am I affiliated in any way with the copyright owners of Fullmetal Alchemist. Fullmetal Alchemist�s story and characters are copyrighted to Hiromu Arakawa and the various companies who produced the manga, anime and merchandise.

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Warning(s): Slight AU. Major OOC. Major Yaoi. If you don�t like it, don�t read it.

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A/N: Ed�s POV. Edward is �fire,� because emotions, and hormones are getting the better of him. Roy is �ice,� because he stays cool and collected throughout the scenario. This story was a nightmare that took me forever to write. I�m well aware that any errors are with the tenses! It�s just so hard to stay in the tense I want. The beginning and the end are supposed to be present tense, and the middle is supposed to be past tense. I think I might repost this later. There's some editing that still needs to be done, and I'm not quite satisfied with the ending. Please review. Con-crit is very welcome. I will try to write a second chapter for this from Mustang�s POV, if you want. Please, let me know what you think. Should I write it? If I do, it will essentially be the same story told twice.

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Pairing(s): Current Ed/Roy, Past Roy/M�es

Genre(s): Shonen Ai / Yaoi

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Special thanks to:

SongficMistress (FFnet), for helping me with the lube.

D, for catching some mistakes I had missed.

KuraHieiRitrJIO (FFnet), for helping me re-edit.

Joss, for reading everything FMA I write.

The colonel.

His face is the first thing I see upon waking this morning. Why? I�m not really a morning person, so my brain�s a little fuzzy. I am sore. As I carefully sit up to look around, I realize I�m naked. My eyes widen with understanding.

Oh, that�s right.
I remember now. Last night. No wonder I�m sore. I looked down at the colonel again. He looks careworn even when he�s asleep. Just thinking about last night makes my stomach flutter and a blush rises to my cheeks. I want to wake him up and repeat the experience.
Last night, his eyes were tender and his expression was soft and loving. Last night, I got to see a side of him he never shows in public. He may be a hard hearted jackass in the office, but he was almost a gentleman in his home. Last night, I put it all on the line. I gave in to my hormones and emotions. I let the colonel have all of me, which is something I�d never do under any circumstance. I never knew that a guy could receive pleasure like that from another man.

This man. Colonel Roy Mustang.

Al will be worried about where I�ve been all night, but right now, I kind of don�t care. I wonder how long he�ll scold me for this vanishing act. I don�t think I�ll tell him about last night. He�ll want to know where my sudden happy mood came from. Having given into myself like that really helped. I have been horribly depressed this past week because all my recent leads on the stone turned out to be duds. I think I may have been under too much stress lately from all of those false leads I�ve been getting. It bothers me, not being able to restore Al like I promised.

I�m very glad Roy has his own house, considering how much screaming I did yesterday evening. His home is small and tidy, perfect for an eternal bachelor. I reach over with my flesh hand and trace his chin with a feather-light touch. He opens one eye halfway, but closes it again. I guess he realizes it isn�t threatening gesture. I lean over and brush my lips against his. That wakes him up.

�Full... metal...� he mutters, digging his fingers into the hair at my nape, pulling me down into another kiss. �Mmmm... Ed... ward...�

Oh, how will we ever be the same in public again?
�Colonel... Roy...� I moan as I kiss him back, harder this time. Then I straddle him, siting on his waist, the sheet still between us. This is so very not me. I must still be suffering from a hormonal overload, coupled with a very drowsy mind.
�Edward... it�s too early for this,� he mockingly complains. His words may say it�s too early, but his body doesn�t agree. He throws a pillow at me when I mention this to him. �Are you sure you�re ready for a second round?� He asked, voice full of concern. �Last night was painful for you, although I did my best to not hurt you...�

�I know you didn�t mean to hurt me,� I purr back. �Now that I know what to expect, perhaps it won�t be so bad this time. It felt good after the first few minutes, when I got used to it.� It really did hurt, but it was true that he didn�t intentionally cause me harm. Thinking back on it, I think my preconceived notions regarding sex caused part of the pain; it only hurt because I was expecting it to hurt. I slid off him and laid down next to him again, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head on his shoulder.

I lay, listening to my superior�s breathing, pondering whether it was worth it or not. I am still sore. It hurt at first, but as we continued, the pain lessened, and I began to enjoy it. I refuse to say I�m in love, but this feeling I have might be something similar. I do feel sad that we�ll have to part soon to join the real world again. My only wish right now is that this morning could last forever. So, I snuggle closer to him and close my eyes. I feel his arms wrap themselves around me as he slips back into sleep. I sigh, dozing off again myself.

How did I end up in his bed, anyway?

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We were at his office yesterday afternoon, having our usual argument about nothing. He asked me out of the blue if I wanted to go to his place after his shift. I told him �sure� without thinking. It took me a minute to realize the turn the conversation had taken, so I asked him why.

�I just felt like asking. Is that wrong? We�re friends, aren�t we?�

I shot a suspicious glare at him, seeking any sign that he was joking. The look in those onyx eyes was... mild. Before I realized what I was doing, I found myself sitting on the edge of the desk, my mouth clumsily pressed against his. I felt him respond, parting his lips and deepening the kiss. I only broke away because I needed to breathe. Spots were dancing on the back of my eyelids. I don�t think the lack of oxygen alone caused this to happen. His eyes were wide. I think I may have scared him. �Colonel, I...�

Why did I say �yes?� Why did I kiss him? I�m still not sure. Perhaps I was curious. I had heard from some older guys in the dorms talking about their time in Ishbal. They said that sometimes men on the battlefield would turn to each other for comfort. I guess I just needed my own, �someone to turn to.� I wanted some comfort of my own. I�m a bit of a recluse, and though I�m around many people, I never have much of a chance to socialize. As much as I love my brother, I can�t spend all my time with him. I need other people in my life. Mustang is convenient since he knows my situation. He will understand if I have made no emotional ties to him. I think he might accept a temporary physical tie. However, now I�m not so sure I want it to be only temporary.

The colonel stood, making me stand as well. �Fullmetal.� The flat way he said my name... It worried me. He took a few steps away and clasped his hands behind his back.

I felt my heart clench, and my stomach twist, with a sudden rush of nausea. Was this what rejection felt like? �Yes... sir?� I gulped nervously, swallowing against the bile that was threatening to rise. There was no way I could explain the reason behind what I had just done. I couldn�t because there was no reason.

�Is there something bothering you?� he was pacing now.

�Why do you ask?� I snapped back. I wasn�t in the mood for talking. Obviously, something was bothering me. Even a blind man could probably tell. However, I didn�t have a name for what my problem was. I had never felt this way before.

�Would you like me to set up an appointment with a counselor for you?� He asked as he turned and looked me in the eye.

I felt my stomach drop as my face flamed up. �No! No counselors!� I cried out. I rushed away from him, heading toward the door. He hated me now, why else would he have turned away? I didn�t get very far. I had opened the door when his strong hand on my shoulder halted my progress.

�Edward, stay. I can�t let you go out like this. There�s obviously something troubling you right now, even if you refuse to acknowledge it.�

I tried to jerk away, but his grip remained firm. I turned around and wrapped my arms around his chest, burying my face in his shoulder. Despite the way I act toward him, I truly trust this man. �No... I need something, but it�s not a counselor,� I choked out. No way was I was going to show this man tears. I think I failed to hide my disquiet, because I felt his arms encircle my shoulders, and pull me close. I could smell his cologne. It was one of those subtle scents a person doesn�t really notice at first. The scent was very him. I found myself inhaling deeply. To hide my reaction, I took a few more deeps breaths, pretending to be more upset than I was.

�What is it you need, Edward?� He murmured into the top of my head.

�Help me...� I pleaded. I had no idea what I was doing or saying. Somehow, I knew Mustang would be able to give me what I needed. �Please?� A word I rarely use.

�Of course,� he whispered as he slowly closed the door to his office, and locked it. Then he leaned over and kissed me, causing my legs to go so weak, I nearly collapsed. He pushed my heavy red jacket off my shoulders, and I let it slide onto the floor. With his arms still over my shoulders, he guided me away from the door. His lips left mine when we reached the large couch he has in his office. He sat first and I could feel the heat radiating off my face as he snaked his arms around my waist and pulled me onto his lap. �Edward...�

Not knowing what else to do, I timidly placed my hands on his shoulders and let him maneuver my legs so that they were on either side of his hips. I stayed in this position, looking into his eyes for a few seconds, trying not to hyperventilate. My stomach twisted with fearful excitement, and my head felt like it was somewhere above the clouds. The colonel brought me back down to earth when he drew me closer to him. My breath caught in my throat when I felt the hot lump in his pants meet the corresponding hardness in mine. �Ah!� I groaned and fell further into his embrace when I felt him press his crotch upwards.

We started fooling around on his office couch. He had me sitting on his lap while he taught me how to make out properly. We took turns nibbling on each other�s lips. I had my arms loosely draped over his shoulders, while he had one of his hands on the small of my back and the other running through my hair. He got annoyed when his fingers got tangled in my braid. I yelped when he accidentally ripped the tie out, taking several of my hairs with it.

�Sorry,� he frowned as he massaged my scalp.

�It�s okay. Sometimes I pull hair out when I forget I don�t have a glove on my right hand.� I leaned into his caress, closing my eyes.

�You know what? Since everyone else is gone, I don�t think anyone would notice if we left. Let�s go.� He helped me off his lap and sat up. �Grab your jacket and follow me.�

Everyone else had already gone home for the day. Most of them had some kind of cold, so couldn�t stay for their entire shift. Of course, had anyone else been there, I don�t think our conversation would have gone where it did. Now that it has started, there was no turning back. We somehow made it to Mustang�s place without too many problems along the way. We were still fully clothed, but only barely. Our jackets were hanging off our shoulders, our shirts were loose and we were working on each other�s belts by the time we made it through the door and into his bedroom. Here, he laid me out on the large bed, my legs still hanging over the edge. I have no idea what came over me. I couldn�t keep my hands off him. I needed to fell him. I was desperate for him to acknowledge me and my desires. There was an empty place inside me that needed to be addressed, and Mustang seemed happy to oblige.

Throughout the affair, each time he would take it to the next step, he asked for my reassurance that I was still comfortable. I kept telling him yes, everything was fine, if he continued to be okay with it. I explained to him, as best as I could, my need for human contact. He told me that he had felt that way before, but he refused to elaborate. I decided not to push it, because I knew if I did, he might stop making me feel so good... So wanted. I needed this so badly, I was begging for it, even if I never said it with words.

His touch was like flames licking my flesh, even through my clothes. His mouth... His mouth was doing the most amazing things to mine. I never knew I could feel this way. My stomach was tying itself in knots. I wanted everything I could get right away. I think he knew it was my first time doing anything like this, because try as I might to rush things, he kept going slow. It felt like torture. I wanted it to be over, while simultaneously, wanting it to last forever.

He straddled me and continued working on my belt. I grumbled at myself for wearing such a complicated belt as he finally threaded the leather through my belt loops and dropped it on the floor. Wrapping his arms around my chest, Mustang picked me up and dragged me more onto the bed and pushed me onto my back. He finished taking off my shirt, throwing it aside, while I went to work unbuttoning his. He then moved his attention from my mouth to my neck, where he lightly sucked on my Adam�s apple, while I ran my hands under his shirt and over his back, my fingers playing with the waistband of his uniform pants. I could feel him shiver from the coolness of my auto-mail hand. I shivered in return when he licked and sucked my left nipple as he shrugged out of his shirt. I moaned, practically screaming. I couldn�t keep quiet, everything he was doing to me felt so wonderful.

I think my actions were speaking more loudly than I could ever have with words, not that I could form words at the moment. Something had clicked inside me. I felt I needed to hurry things along. I grabbed his shoulders and crushed my mouth against his, licking and nibbling his lips. I wrapped my right arm more firmly around his waist, trying in vain to make our two bodies one, pushing myself flush with him and grinding my erection upwards into his crotch, where I could feel his arousal. Sparks flew in my mind and I was growling deep in my throat as I continued to rock my pelvis against his. I�m not sure how I knew how to do these things. It must have been some kind of hormonal instinct.

At this point, the colonel broke away, pulling me with him as he sat upright. He said I needed to trust him and relax. Otherwise, we would end up getting hurt very badly. He was rubbing my back as he spoke, his hands felt incredibly warm and soft. It almost tickled, so I pressed my body even closer to his than before, pressing my hard length into his abdomen, in an attempt to escape the feathery sensation. It wasn�t hard, considering I was straddling him. I was so frustrated, I think I may have started crying. I could taste my tears in the kiss when I wrapped my arms around his head and neck and kissed him violently, forcing my tongue into his mouth. I told him I didn�t care if it hurt. I needed everything I could get from him... Everything he was willing to give to me... I didn�t care. I was desperate to feel something. Anything at all. It was as if my body knew what I needed, although my mind did not.

I lowered my arms to his waist again, and brought my hands to his stomach, where I finished undoing his belt. Roy�s hands caressed and petted as he pushed me even further onto the bed, and on my back again. He began kissing my chest and shoulders, working his way down to my navel before I got the chance to delve my hands into his pants. Spoilsport. Why wouldn�t he let me have my way? He didn�t understand my desperation. Hell, I didn�t even understand my desperation. What was the matter with me?

Since he wasn�t going to give me the release I needed, I decided to take things into my own hand. Literally. I quickly undid my pants, pulling them and my boxers down over my hips. It felt good because it relieved the pressure on my erection, and began to pump my weeping member. Unfortunately, I only got a few strokes done before Mustang slapped my hand away, saying something similar to �all good things come to those who wait.�

Whatever...
My annoyance rapidly dissipated when I felt his hand taking over, wrapped loosely around my throbbing flesh. Why was his hand so loose? After a few moments of thrashing on the bed, trying to increase the friction, I started pleading with him to give me more. He ignored me and continued his slow ministrations, causing me to whimper and pant, my breath escaping my parted lips in short bursts. But then he did something that completely blew my mind. He took his hand away, but before I could protest the loss of his touch, I felt something even warmer, and wet, slowly envelope my erection completely. I screamed out my pleasure when I heard, and felt, him humming. My left hand groped blindly before getting caught in his hair. I pushed his head down as I thrust upward into his mouth, causing him to gag. Oops... But I couldn�t care at the moment. This was the best I had ever felt in my whole life. The colonel stroked me with his tongue, and I bucked up into him. �Oh... Oh... Colonel...�
As hastily as I could while writhing I pleasure, I kicked off my pants and boots, and wrapped my legs around his shoulders. I don�t think he liked that, because he shrugged my legs away. I was so shaky though, that they fell away easily. Mustang gave me one final hard suck, and I found myself shuddering into his mouth. I felt his warmth leave me and I melted into the bed. Part of my mind berated me for ejaculating in my superior officer�s mouth. How embarrassing! I began laughing.

�Well, Edward, feel better?� I vaguely remember the question... what did I answer? It was the best thing that had ever happened to me, and still I wanted more. Just thinking about how great is was, made me hard again.

�Colonel...�

�Call me Roy.�

�...Roy...� I murmured, my laughter trickling away to nothing. �Please... I need more...� I tried to explain, brokenly, my voice catching in my throat. �Please...�

�Edward, what�s wrong?� His voice was full of concern.

�I just... I don�t know... I want... I need something, anything. EVERYTHING! Please...�

�It�s okay, Ed. Tonight, I belong to you.� Why did Mustang make it sound like he switched our roles around somehow? Like me, this man would never completely surrender himself to anyone.

�I�m sorry. I don�t know why I�m like this...� I gasped out. He crawled over me, but not laying on me, and kissed my face. I could feel him licking my cheeks, which were wet with my tears. His breath smelled weird, but not unpleasant. I guess that�s because of what his mouth had just been doing. Sometimes I would wake up in the middle of the night with sticky underwear, and at times, sticky sheets, smelling like this. I threw my arms wide over my head. �Take me...� I sighed.

�Excuse me?� He stopped kissing me and sat up. �What do you mean?�

I reached up and took hold of his shoulders, trying to pull him back down. �Take me, please...� he refused to budge. I gave up and dropped my arms onto the bed with a dejected huff.

�I won�t.� His tone was final.

�Why not? We�ve already... We�ve done so much already tonight! Why won�t you finish it?� My voice cracked with emotion.

�I will not �take you,� Edward. You�re not an object. You�re a person, a human being who deserves more than just being �taken.� I respect you, and that is why I...� he closed his eyes and took a deep shaky breath before continuing. �Edward. I�ll make love to you, but I will not �take you.��

�But I... Why?�

He leaned over and kissed his way from my jawline, to my ear. �No arguments. I care about you, and I don�t want to see you getting hurt by someone who would use you.�

�What are you talking about? You use me all the time. You always make me do your dirty work,� I bit out.

�That�s not what I mean. There are people in the world who will sleep with a person, then demand something from them because of the sexual favors given. I won�t do that to you.�

�What do you mean then? Damn it! Tell me!� I struggled to sit up, only to be pushed down by the colonel�s powerful arms. Believing that someone who pushed paper all day could be so strong was difficult. Somehow, though, his words made me happy. Right now, I wasn�t just �Fullmetal,� I was �Edward.� �Isn�t what you�re talking about a form of equivalency?�

�You�ve asked �what do you mean� a lot tonight, Ed. Be patient, and I�ll help you understand, any way I can.� Mustang lay down next to me and put his arms around my waist.

He tried to snuggle close, but I shoved his arms away and threw myself on top of him. �Colonel...� I growled as I finished opening the fly on his pants, accidentally ripping the fabric as I pulled the pants and boxers to Mustang�s thighs. Oh well, I�d just have to fix it later with alchemy. Placing my hands on Mustang�s hips, I lowered my head to his groin and gave the pearly beads of liquid that squeezed out from the tip an experimental lick. It tasted a bit salty. The skin was softer than I thought it would be, similar to velvet, except not fuzzy. I don�t know why I hadn�t noticed this before, considering I�ve felt myself numerous times. It was also very warm, but I knew the heat was from the increased blood flow that caused erections. When I looked closely, I could see the large vein on the underside of his cock pulsating every few seconds. I smirked inwardly as I took the head of his organ into my mouth and played my tongue across the slit, earning a deep moan from the man beneath me. Apparently, it felt as good for him as it had for me.

�Ed...ward...� my name escaped his lips as a gasp as I sucked on the bit of tender flesh I held captive in my mouth. �Nnnn...� his moaning grew louder as I grew bolder and took more him into my mouth. I�ve never had much of a gag reflex, but I still choked a bit when the tip touched the back of my throat. I mimicked his earlier actions and hummed, or at least, I tried to. I could feel myself blushing, and tried not to laugh at my inexperience, as I ran my tongue over the smooth flesh.

Hearing his sounds of pleasure made something inside me snap. Suddenly, everything we had done up to this point was not enough. Roy whimpered when I released my hold on his member and sat up, my brow furrowed in thought.

I only had an unclear understanding of how men had sex with other men, mostly gained from overheard snippets of conversations the older soldiers in the dorms had. Most of the personnel thought I was some military brat getting free room and board because mommy or daddy was in the service, not realizing I was a State Alchemist. I knew how a man and a woman performed sex. It couldn�t be too different, could it? I tore at the waistband of his pants, violently forcing them down to his knees.

�Edward! What the hell do you think you�re doing?� He bellowed, scrambling to sit up.

�Shut up!� I sat on his waist and leaned forward, pinning his shoulders. I lowered my face, so my nose was resting on his and gazed into his eyes. �Please... I just... I don�t know... It�s balance.� I lifted my head and started moving backwards, so I was sitting on his thighs. I moved my hips, rubbing our erections together. I shuddered, grunting incoherently with pleasure, at the electric feeling that passed through me.

Lost in the haze of hormones, I had forgotten his arms. I only had hold of his shoulders. Oops. Mustang raised his arms to hold my shoulders and grappled with me, throwing me over onto my back. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them over my head with one hand. His other hand moved to my shoulder to hold me down more firmly. �Damn it Edward, do you want the comfort you desire, or are you going to be a little shit?�

�Don�t call me �little,�� I hissed, narrowing my eyes in pain and annoyance. He was squeezing my left shoulder hard enough to leave bruises.

�Good, you�re listening to me. Now, if you want me to show you what your body is craving, you need to shut up, relax, and let me show you. Trust me, Edward.� He released my arms and lowered his mouth to mine, pushing at my lips with his tongue. I opened them to let him probe inside. I could feel him slide out of his remaining clothes as I brought my arms up, and placed them around his shoulders. I ventured into his mouth when an opening presented itself.

His fingers danced their way over my chest and stomach, ending when they became tangled in the wild curls of my pubic hair. It tickled, and I had to giggle, breaking the kiss. He then traced his fingertips over the tender, swollen flesh. I sighed.

The colonel put two of his fingers into my open mouth. It was such a surprise that I closed my lips around the digits. He wiggled them around playfully, which caused me to gag slightly. He smirked. I guess that was his payback for me choking him earlier. I never noticed before, but Mustang has long fingers, and his hands are almost... feminine. But, I know he takes very good care of his hands because they�re the focal point of his alchemy.

I guess he got tired of having me slobber on his fingers because he pulled them out and rested his hand on my hip. His smirk turned into a real smile as he dragged his hand over my hip and between my legs, where I could feel it poking around. �Hey...�

�Don�t worry. Relax. I�m not going to hurt you, not on purpose, anyway. Just breathe,� he sighed as he worked his fingertip into my ass. It was uncomfortable, and I inhaled sharply as I pulled my right leg up, digging my heel into the blankets. I tried to push myself away, but he held me fast, leaning over and kissing my belly button. �Relax, Edward. I know it�s awkward, but I need to do this for you.� His finger moved around inside me, making me squirm. His arm snaked under my lower back and he kissed his way to my groin. My leg jumped when he touched the inside of my thigh. His breath tickled. It helped to get my mind off the intruding finger.

�Colonel...� I groaned. It was weird, but he kept hitting something inside me that felt very good. I threw my hips into his hand, trying to increase the contact, making him smile.

�Okay, I need to add another finger...�

�Wha...?� I clenched my jaw, as I felt his second finger slowly make its way inside. I felt his brush against that spot inside me again, so I arched up, pushing my body onto his fingers. I don�t think he was expecting that, because his eyes widened.

�Edward, you okay?�

�Yes. It�s great. Just keep touching that... place in me...� I was panting and my leg fell back down.

Mustang thrust his fingers again, grazing my sweet spot. �You mean, like that?�

�What is it... you�re hitting... when you do that?�

�Feels good, huh?�

�Mmmm...� I spread my legs further apart and began rocking my pelvis in time to Mustang�s rhythm. I threw my head and grabbed fistfuls of the sheets under me. �Ah... Ahhh...�

�Hey now, this isn�t all there is, you know... There�s more,� he ran his tongue along my length and I felt another finger probing at my entrance. I had already gotten used to the existing digits, so I think I had relaxed enough that it didn�t bother me as much. Still, I had to fight the urge to tense up. He carefully poked around, making sure he touched the sensitive area I never knew I had. After he carefully spread his fingers a few times, making me whimper, he pulled them out. Somehow, the withdrawal left me feeling empty.

Mustang put his hands under my arms and pulled me further onto the bed. My head now lay on his pillows. He then reached over and pulled open a drawer in his night stand, feeling around for a moment before removing the object of his search with a triumphant flourish.

�What�s that?� I asked nervously.

He looked at me knowing gleam in his eyes. �It�s lubricant. Something to make this easier for us,� he smiled as he opened the small bottle, pouring a small amount into his free hand. �It�s been a while since I used it last, so I forgot I even had it.�

I watched him as he coated his member with the oily stuff before he reached down and carefully prodded me with a slick finger. The lubricant made my skin feel warm.

�Are you ready?� He asked, putting his knees under my thighs, elevating my lower back. He positioned himself, but his body language said he would not take any farther than I allowed.

I could feel him pressed against me. It felt weird, but... The feeling made me shiver with anticipation. I nodded. �Yeah. I gotta say I�m a bit nervous, though.� I shivered again as I felt the tip of his penis enter. �Nnnn...� this wasn�t so bad. In fact, it felt kind of okay. I�m glad, though, that he stopped me from forcing myself on him, and prepped me. This would have been much worse if Mustang had allowed me to have my way.

�It�s okay. If you want me to stop, I�ll stop,� he panted as he continued to push forward. �I promise.�

The sensation increased to a stretching, burning feeling, and I bit my lip so hard, it began bleeding. I could taste the blood in my mouth. �Keep going...�

�Edward...� He moaned as he pushed all the way in.

The breath I didn�t realize I was holding, exploded from my body with a groan. It felt so good. It hurt so bad. I could feel his quickened pulse where we were connected. I reached up and grabbed a pillow, holding it over my face as I squeezed my eyes shut. It hurt more than I thought it would, feeling him inside me. I began panting. �Ahhh... Nnnn...� Forcing myself to relax was hard. The sensation was new and strange. I could feel myself tensing a little. I grunted when he shifted, throwing my arms around his torso and biting my tongue to keep from screaming. The pain caused my arousal to wilt.

�I know it hurts. It always hurt for us, too... every time we...� Mustang�s lips grazed my ear, his hand gently removing the pillow from between us before he embraced me. He moved his other hand down to my flaccid member and slowly began to fondle it, renewing the erection.

�Colonel...� I closed my mouth. I seriously wanted to know who the older man had been with before, but I didn�t want to seem like I was prying, and possibly destroy what we were creating between us. I think he sensed my avid curiosity, because he gave me the answer I wanted.

�Back during the war... M�es and I... we...� he was silent for a few seconds. He grunted softly before speaking again. �We had an understanding, but that�s all in the past. I�m here now, with you, Edward.�

All the talking and touching distracted me enough to relax. �I... see... I�m sorry.� Mustang had obviously cared for Hughes as more than a friend at one time.

�There�s no need to be sorry. We both knew we were just using each other, and we were fine with that.� He kissed me hard enough to bruise my lips. �Are you okay now?�

�Y-yeah...�

�Okay... Edward...� he placed his hands on my hips to steady himself and moaned as he began to pull out. He continued to slowly pump in and out, until I learned this new rhythm and began to move with him.

Moans of my own escaped my lips as he brushed against that spot inside me, time and again. He still hadn�t told me what is was, but then I didn�t really care. Although the colonel had long fingers, they didn't quite have the length to do what he was now doing with his cock. �Oh... Please... More...� I lifted my knees and spread my legs as far apart as I could to give him room to move. Every time he pushed forward, I cried out. It felt too good now, to hurt as badly as it had. Still, despite the pain, I wanted more. I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my ankles behind his back, and pushed myself up to meet his thrusts, grabbing his upper arms to stabilize myself. �Colonel... Roy... m-more...�

He latched his lips onto mine again, moaning his pleasure into my mouth. I could feel him slowing his movements over the next few moments, being sure to attack that bundle of nerves deep inside that shot waves of ecstasy through me.

�What�s wrong? Are you hurt?� I asked when he suddenly stopped, lifting his head. He was shaking violently as he hovered over me, his eyes shut tight and his mouth set in a grimace. �Roy...?�

�I�m fine...� he choked out, breathing hard. �I just don�t want to rush things and possibly hurt you. You deserve better than that.�

I watched his stomach muscles spasm, causing him to jerk slightly. Feeling him buried inside me was amazing. His pulse was pounding harder now than before. I felt like there was something warm trickling into me. Roy lowered himself so he was leaning on one elbow and reached down to stroke my cock again. I really wished he would start moving again, but that I quickly tossed thought aside when I felt his hand slowly stroking me. �Mmmm... More... Harder...� I pushed my hips up, forgetting momentarily that I was still connected to the older man in a most awkward way.

�Just stay still... I�m sorry... I can�t hold out much longer...� he moaned as he began moving in and out of me again. �I can�t hold it...� He gave a strangled sound and I grunted as warmth exploded inside me. He thrust a few more times before pulling out, his hand still pumping my member. I could feel heat pooling in my stomach as I reached my peak. With a hoarse cry, I erupted, sending my fluids into the air, where the milky substance landed on my stomach and Roy�s chest. �Oh... Edward,� he moaned as he collapsed on top of me.

�Colonel... I... Roy...� I was at a loss for words. I knew what an orgasm was, having given myself several during my adolescence, but sharing an orgasm with another person was an entirely different matter. This has been the single most positively intense thing I have ever experienced in my sixteen years of life.

Mustang buried his face in my hair, murmuring how nice and soft it was, even soaked with sweat. He then pulled my arms around his body before doing the same to me with his arms. �Edward... Are you feeling any better?�

I thought it over before answering. It�s true our actions helped me forget, at least for a little while, my depression. �Yeah, I think I am.� I tightened my hug. �Thank you.�

�Don�t say that... It�s... bad manners,� he gently chastised me.

�How was I supposed to know? I�ve never... never...� I found myself blushing furiously.

�Never what? Did anything like this before?� His voice teased. Obviously he knew the answer.

�Shut up.� I turned away and closed my eyes, refusing to look at him. I tried my best to ignore him, but then he began sucking lightly on my neck.

�Don�t be like that. I�m sorry,� he whispered as he alternated between sucking and licking. �Please forgive my brash tongue.�

Forgiving a tongue that was drawing lazy circles on my neck was hard to do. �Roy...� I was suddenly overcome with sleepiness. I yawned. �I�m tired.�

�Of course you are, you silly boy,� he spoke as he cuddled me close, pressing my back to his chest. �Let�s get some rest. You�ll definitely feel better in the morning.�

�Well, I suppose you�re right...� I said through another yawn. �But I want to take a shower first. I feel sticky.�

�Hehehe... A shower sounds like fun...� I could only imagine the lecherous leer he was giving me.

�On second thought, I don�t want to fall asleep and drown.�

Roy kissed the back of my neck. �Now you�re just being mean.� He stifled a yawn of his own. �But I guess you�re right. We�re too tired to bathe.�

�Mhmmm...� I nodded as my eyes drifted closed. I felt him shifting into more comfortable position behind me. Before I knew it, we were both asleep. I think we woke up periodically throughout the night, touching and thrusting and loving, but I�m not certain if those are real memories or only lust-clouded dreams.

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As I begin to doze off again, I wonder why I chose to give my first time to a man, instead of a woman. Why did I choose a man in the first place? Perhaps I wanted to be lazy and have someone love me, instead of me doing all the work myself, sometimes to myself. Not that I had known what to do before last night anyway. I was a virgin. I mean, I had never even kissed anyone, other than the childish kisses I shared with Winry every new year. The kisses Mom often gave us didn�t count either, nor did the kisses Teacher sometimes treated Al and I with during our training. Those were parental type kisses, nothing at all like the mind-blowing kisses the colonel had showered me with last night. My skin is dark in places where his lips lingered. I had never wanted anything to do with sex before, but somehow, this man and his phermones got to me. I think my own hormones helped there, too. I let myself fall into his arms so easily.

I had been curious if he had to turn to someone while in Ishbal, because he knew what he was doing. He told me last night, in what I guess was an act on showing trust. Deep inside, I�m grateful for the experience the colonel had, because any bungling might have led to major damage for me. I think I might be a bit jealous of Hughes, the one that Mustang had been with before, even though I keep telling myself this is going to be a one time only fling.

In the past, I would often catch myself wishing that this man were my father, rather than that sperm donor, Hohenheim, the man who walked out on my mother all those years ago. Now however, I want to take back that wish. Mustang can never be my father, not after all the things we�ve done together. As my head is currently laying on his chest, I can hear a quiet rattling in his chest. Coupling that with how tired he obviously is after last night�s activities, real and imagined, I wonder if I could somehow convince him to call in sick. That�s my last thought before I fall into a light slumber.

Mustang interrupts my nap a while later by turning over in his slumber and tossing an arm wildy over me, opening a bleary eye and glancing at the clock on the night stand. �It�s almost time to go...� His actions speak differently as he nuzzles my neck.

No, don�t tell me that.
�We never got our shower last night, and I do need to get cleaned up for work this morning,� he sighs as he rolls out of bed and reaches down to make me get up. �Come on sleepyhead. Rise and shine!�
I grumble as I feel him tugging at my arms. I�m still very tired. �All right. All right. I�m up.� I place my feet on the floor and hiss as the cold shocks my right foot. It�s almost enough to make me crawl back under the covers.

He�s gathering my clothes and holds them out to me. I take them before I make my way slowly to the bathroom. I can hear him rummaging through the dresser for an outfit of his own, before he joins me.

He takes the clothing from my arms and sets both his, and my outfits on the counter before opening the door to the shower. I watch as he reaches in and twists the knobs, making a stream of water jet out from the showerhead. After a few seconds, steam begins to rise. When the steam touches my skin, I remember that I�m still naked. I look over and see goose bumps have risen on Mustang�s naked flesh as well. �Haha.� I laugh without realizing it.

�What?� he turns and looks at me. His eyes widen and his eyes slowly travel from my face to my feet and back again. Mustang looks at me critically. �Nice,� he smirks.

I can feel myself turn beet red. I wonder if a full-body blush is possible. �Whatever. I�m first,� I growl as I push past him and into the shower, where hot water assaults my skin, fully awakening me. �What are you doing?� I demand, moving aside as Mustang clambers in, giving him a sidelong glance. I guess we were too busy last night to really notice each other�s bodies. Well, I think he may have studied me, but my mind was too far gone for me to pay much attention to him.

�Sorry Edward. No time for turns, I have to get ready for work,� He reaches over my head and pulls down a dark blue bottle, flipping open the top and pouring a small amount into his hand. I sniff. Musk. �Is that shampoo?�

Mustang chuckles as he places his hands on my head, working his fingers through my hair. �Yes it is.�

�Damn it. I can wash my own hair,� I swat his hands away and work on the suds in my locks.

�Fine. You work on the hair, and I�ll work elsewhere.� My full-body blush returns when he grabs the washcloth and begins to scrub my chest and abdomen. He is being quick and rough, but thorough.

�Hey!� I shriek, lowering my arms to stop his brutality toward my skin.

�We slept in Edward. I�m sorry, but we need to hurry so I can drop you off and still have time to get to work,� he states, his actions getting calmer.

�I can find my own way home.�

He kisses me lightly on the lips. �I�m sorry. I really wanted to see you home though.�

I press my lips more against his, before realizing what I�m doing. I turn away, panting, angry with myself. I�m awake now, so my mind should be clear. This is supposed to have been a one night stand of my own choosing. But I still... I remember last night and want more. I feel my groin stir. �Damn it.�

�Edward?�

�It�s nothing,� I resume washing my hair. I hear him washing his own body. �It wasn�t supposed to be like this,� I mumble, jumping when I feel the washcloth on my back.

�Edward, please tell me you don�t have any regrets,� his voice is sad. �I don�t.�

�I don�t regret it. I just... I don�t know how I feel now. I�m confused,� I admit. �It�s like, my brain is telling me this was a bad idea, but my body is telling my brain to �shut the hell up.��

I squeak as Mustang pulls me close, his arms wrapped around my middle. �That�s understandable Edward.� I feel his lips on my neck.

�Colonel...� I shiver when he sucks lightly on my skin. �I thought... you were in a hurry...�

�Well, I have a pretty flawless attendence record. I think I can afford to be a little late,� he moves his mouth to my ear. His arms slide down my body, his fingers dancing dangerously close to my crotch.

I moan when he finally traces his fingers along my erection, and his other hand is gently cupping my balls. �Colonel...�

�Roy, Edward. Call me Roy,� he pushes against me, making me put my hands on the shower walls to brace myself. I can feel his hot length on my lower back. �May I?�

My eyes widen. He wants to... now? I moan. I want it. �Yes,� I�m panting in pleasure. �Yes, please...� His hands stop momentarily, resting on my hips. I gasp as a finger slides in. After a couple minutes, I�m crying out in joy as he trusts three fingers into me, stretching me. His other hand has resumed its actions with my erection. �Roy!� My hands have become fists and I�m hard pressed to remain standing.

�Ready?� he asks, moving in preparation for what we both want. I can only nod, my hands slipping down the wall as I feel him penetrate.

�Ooh... This is... Oh... So much better than... Nnnn... Last night,� I purr huskily as he hits the spot that makes my knees shake. It�s a good thing he�s holding onto me, otherwise, I think I�d have fallen already. He�s breathing my name in my ear with each thrust.

A few minutes later, he slows, giving me a couple hard thrusts, before I feel him explode inside me. A few more jerks of his hand, and I�m joining him, my fluids splashing against the wall and running down the drain. We both collapse.

�Now, we really need to get ready to go,� he murmurs as he pulls out and picks up the forgotten washcloth to begin washing again.

After we�re finally cleaned and sated, he escorts me to his car. �Thank you Colonel...�

�Now what did I say about gratitude?� he asks, turning his face to me, but never taking his eyes off the road.

�I meant for treating me like an adult and listening to me,� I smile. �I mean it. Thank you.�

Out of the corner of my eye, I see his expression soften. �You�re welcome.�

We finish the ride to the dorms in silence. I�m fighting the urge to nod off. I think I fail, because suddenly, Mustang is shaking me. �We�re here.� He laughs when I look around in confusion. �We�re at the dorms, remember?�

�Oh right. Thanks for the ride,� I open the door and step out into the cool morning air.

�Anytime, Edward, anytime.� He�s smirking again as I shut the car door. I hate that smirk. I�m glaring at him again as I back away from the vehicle, giving him room to drive away. �See you later,� I see him mouth as he pulls away from the curb and continues down the street.

�Yeah, I�ll see you later,� I turn and walk toward the building that houses the dorms. I can�t wait to get back to Al.

When I walk through the door to the apartment I share with Al, he tells me how worried he�s been because I didn�t call to let him know I�m okay.

�Al, I�m sorry. I didn�t mean to make you worry, it�s just... I had to work something out. I spent the night with Colonel Mustang,� I tell him as I hang up my coat. It�s a good thing my back is turned to my brother, otherwise, he would see how red my face is. �I asked for his help with something, and we went to his place to work on it. When we finished talking, it was very late, and he was too tired to drive me home. I offered to walk home, but he made me stay, claiming that waiting until morning was safer.�

I hear Al fidgeting. �Why couldn�t you ask me for help, Brother?�

I stiffen as my mind flashes back to the events of last night and earlier this morning. Oh, hell no.
�Al, this wasn�t something you could have helped me with. In fact, I�m glad you would not have been able to help me... You see, it was something rather... physical.� I�m not lying. I�m just not telling him the whole truth.
�Physical?�

�Yeah. How can I put this?� I turn, not afraid now to let Al see my blush. Perhaps he�ll take it as something else and drop the subject.

If armor could blush, I believe Al would be as bright red as I am at the moment. �Brother, I see... But I thought Teacher already...�

�She�s a woman Al. I needed a guy�s... perspective,� I answer shyly.

I hear Al clanking as he backs away. �Oh.�

�I�m sorry. I�m not very comfortable talking about it now,� I smile ruefully at him as he sits at the dining room table, picking up a book. I guess he decided to drop it, as I had hoped. Al loves me, and I�m sure he�ll accept what I�ve done, but I don�t think I�ll tell him right away, though. I walk slowly to my room and lay down. I end up having to roll over because my backside is sore.

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