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Overtime	By : Blysse Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1133 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Overtime
Type:
Yaoi
Rating: NC-17
Pairing:
Russell/Ed
Warnings: Smut

A/N:
I totally forgot I 'shipped this... And I'd forgotten how much I
hate
Russell. Euh! >:O He's such an ass, but still good for smut! XD
But, yeah... Trying out something a bit new here, working more with
descriptions of sensation and such, as per suggested by some lovely
concrit. :) Do let me know how I did, eh?

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Edward's
pen paused on his paper for what had to be the hundredth time that
day. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickling again, and
his face heated up just the slightest bit, barely noticeable in the
dim, flickering light of the lab. Edward could actually feel
it, every time Russell turned to look at him. The boy's gaze bore
right through him, making him want to shudder and curl in on himself
so that he couldn't be seen.

And
most frustrating of all, Edward had no idea why
Russell kept looking at him. And damned, if Edward would ask him.
He almost snorted at that thought. That would be admitting that it
bothered him, and nothing bothered Edward Elric. Or at least, that's
what he let on. And generally, things didn't
get to him. But this just... struck a nerve with him for some
reason, and he didn't know why.

So, Edward kept quiet, trying his best to ignore the incessant
glances that Russell was casting towards him and willing the clock to
speed up just a little bit.

Some
non-existent God must have been smiling down on Edward, for it felt
like no time at all had gone by when the clock finally hit five. He
let out a long, tired breath--tired,
he told himself, not relieved--and
stretched out a little, his tank top riding up and showing some of
his stomach as he leaned back in his chair, cracking his knuckles
out. He could hear Russell letting out a slightly disgusted noise
beside him at that.

Of
course the pretty boy would be grossed out by something as trivial as
knuckle-cracking, Edward
thought, rolling his eyes.

Edward hardly noticed it when both he and Russell stood up from the
workdesk at almost the same moment, nor that Russell was practically
walking in stride with him as he headed silently for the door, eager
to just get home and talk with his brother for a while. Edward
paused in his stride when he felt a tap to his shoulder.

“What do you want?” he asked, turning and looking at
Russell, utterly unimpressed. “Don't go telling me about how
I'm a pain to work with, or some shit like that. The Bastard Colonel
sent me here, and I've got orders to follow,” Edward started to
rant. “That doesn't mean I have to be nice to y--”

Golden
eyes opened wide when Russell's lips were suddenly pressed to his and
he froze for a moment, completely stunned. So... soft...
But as soon as Edward's wits were about him again, he growled and
shoved at Russell, forcing the boy off of him.

“The fuck are you playing at, pretty boy?” he spat,
pulling away without realizing that he was backing into a wall.

“So you admit I'm pretty?” Russell laughed, quirking a
brow. “Maybe I do have a chance, then...”

“Oh, fuck y--”

Another,
rougher kiss along with a strong push and Edward was pinned firmly to
the wall behind him, though he barely felt it through his shock.
Fuck... He tried to
lash out, but something inside of him was holding back, not wanting
to actually hurt
Russell. Maybe it was just that voice that told
him that Roy would have his ass on a plate if he killed his research
partner.

...
but maybe it was something else.

One
could almost hear the snap
within Edward, when Russell's tongue slid out to trace over his lips.
The small, electric shudders that ran through him were like nothing
else he'd ever felt before. Just the
slightest bit like when his automail was acting up and misfiring
nerve impulses. But it didn't leave a lingering pain along his
joints and nerves. This left a pleasant ache, a need
that had to be filled. And that was what made Edward relax slightly
and let his lips slide open, allowing Russell to deepen the kiss.

It
didn't take more than a breath before Edward felt Russell's tongue
slip into his mouth. He still refused to open his eyes and look at
the boy, but was slowly letting himself open up to the touches and
sensations. And the taste
of the younger boy was nearly maddening, just on the edge of
something sweet, but
not quite.

When Edward eased his own tongue out, a hot breath blew out over his
lips in a quiet groan, making him shiver. After one hesitant touch
of his tongue to Russell's, Edward shuddered, then reached out and
grabbed Russell's shirt, pulling their bodies together. The
slightest smile tugged at Russell's lips when he realized that
Edward's impulsiveness was winning out over thought and logic and
fear.

...
just like always.

Just when Edward started to push his hips out towards Russell's,
trying to get closer to the boy, Russell broke the kiss.
Russell barely had a hair out of place, but Edward was flushed and
panting slightly, clearly flustered by the kiss as he leaned back
against the wall, blinking and slightly dazed. Before Edward could
gather his thoughts again, Russell glanced over at the clock and let
out a small, thoughtful hum.

“Fletcher's waiting for me,” he said, idly straightening
his shirt where Edward had wrinkled it. “I really should get
going.”

Edward merely blinked at Russell in
disbelief. He had just gone so far as to pin him to a wall and shove
his tongue down his throat, and how he was leaving?
Oh, no...
Years of repressed urges and hormones had just been let loose from
that small bit of contact, and he was not about to take 'no' for an
answer. Especially not after Russell had started this.

Edward growled softly, reaching out grasping Russell's shirt again,
pulling the boy's chest flush against his as he kissed him hungrily.
Just barely, Edward let his legs slide open a little, hips surging
forwards to meet Russell's in a slow, firm grind that made both of
them shiver and press in more.

After breaking the kiss and burying his face in Edward's shoulder,
Russell allowed himself to grin, pleased with himself at managing to
trick Edward into being so willing. This was much easier than doing
this while the boy had any doubts about it. But that didn't mean he
was going to let Edward control this at all.

Oh, no...

Without warning Edward at all, Russell shifted and turned Edward
around so that his chest was against the wall, one hand moving to
rest between Edward's shoulder blades, pinning him in place while his
other hand trailed lightly along Edward's side. He could feel
Edward's muscles rippling beneath his black tank top and he tugged at
the hem just enough to slip his hand under, fingers ghosting over
warm flesh. Edward let out a small growl at the new position, but
quickly calmed down when he felt Russell's fingers moving so
softly over his skin and he pressed back into the touches.

Slowly, Edward arched his back, his ass pressing out towards
Russell's hips. The younger blonde grinned, ever so lightly grinding
against Edward. A quiet, breathy sound poured out over Russell's
lips, growing louder as he pressed harder, feeling his erection
twitching against the front of his pants. Edward felt that
twitch against his backside and he moaned, the sound low in his
throat, and spread his legs wider; as close to begging for more as
Edward Elric would ever get, asking with his actions, his body, but
never his words.

Russell hesitated, seeming to think over Edward's 'request' for a
moment before indulging him. It was no use pushing the boy to do
something he didn't want to, only to have it ruin this. Russell slid
a hand around to Edward's belt, giving a playful tug on it before
working it open, the sharp clinking of the metal buckle
cutting through Edward's heavy breathing and soft groans as Russell's
other hand slipped up higher to his chest. It only took a few
seconds for Russell to undo the belt, with the button and zipper
following soon after; the sound of the metal teeth separating sent a
slow shiver up Edward's spine, making his back curve just a little
more as mismatched hands reached for something to grasp onto along
the smooth wall.

Edward gasped as his pants were suddenly pulled down, settling around
his ankles and leaving his erection to twitch and strain in the cool
air of the room. His face was a dusty red color as he turned to hide
it from Russell; no one had ever seen him like this before, in such a
vulnerable state. But he would be lying to himself if he said he
didn't like it. Somehow... he liked this feeling, that
Russell was in control of the situation. But damned, if he would
ever say that to Russell.

A sudden, startled cry parted Edward's lips when he felt a wet finger
teasing at his entrance. When had Russell had the time to slick his
fingers? Probably while he was busy blushing and trying to get used
to these new feelings...

While Edward wasn't experienced at all with things like this, he'd
read more than his fair share of books and texts on the subject, and
knew enough to force himself to relax so that things didn't hurt.
Russell picked up on it right away when Edward calmed down and he
gently eased a finger inside of the boy, a soft moan catching in his
throat at how warm Edward was around him. Not only warm, but
deliciously tight, too. It was enough to drive Russell to
distraction for a few moments, only pulled from his thoughts by the
hiss that Edward let out when he pushed in a little too quickly.

“Sorry...” Russell murmured, getting a small grunt of a
noise back as Edward's reply.

Biting at his lip to hold in a moan, Russell slid a second finger
inside of Edward, starting to slowly thrust them and stretch him out.
Edward's brows furrowed slightly and he squirmed a little at the odd
sensation, but he slowly adjusted to it, eventually starting to pant
a little and rock his hips back in rhythm with Russell's fingers.

Edward groaned when Russell added a third finger. There was a slight
bit of pain but that was forgotten as soon as Russell pushed in deep,
curving his fingers to press against Edward's prostate. A flash of
heat ran through Edward and he cried out, erection twitching and hips
bucking back against Russell's fingers as he sought more of that
wonderful burn.

But despite how amazing it felt, having Russell repeatedly stroking
over his nerves like that, Edward still wanted more. He growled
softly, the sound almost coming out as a choked-off moan as Russell's
fingers thrust in a little harder.

“J-Just gonna finger fuck me all day, Russell?” Edward
bit out, his voice slightly strained. Again, asking for more while
still telling himself that he wasn't really begging.

Russell blinked up at Edward, blushing slightly at that. He gave one
more thrust to Edward's prostate, dragging over it as he pulled his
fingers out. He quickly unclipped his suspenders and pulled down his
pants. Trying not to get too caught up in the sensation, Russell
spat into his palms and slicked his cock up as well as he could; he
didn't need Edward getting hurt now, not when he'd been waiting so
long, needed this so badly.

Grasping Edward's hips and holding him steady, Russell touched the
head of his cock to Edward's ass. He felt the boy tremble slightly
and moved one of his hands to soothe over Edward's back, keeping him
calm. Slowly, he pressed in, choking out a soft groan as Edward's
muscles tensed and squeezed around him, trying to adjust to Russell
being inside of him. Once he was completely inside of the boy,
Russell ever so slightly rocked his hips, just soaking in the silken
heat around him, soft noises spilling over his lips each time
Edward's body gave an involuntary twitch.

After a few moments and some slow, deep breaths, Edward growled,
though it came out sounding much more like a moan or a whimper.
Russell had him stretched open so wonderfully, but he needed
movement.

“Move,” Edward demanded in a low voice.

Russell grinned and stayed still for a few breaths, fully aware of
just how close Edward was to actually asking and pleading
for him to do something. That sent a thrill through him, the fact
that he was in control of Edward Elric. Just when he felt
Edward tensing up a little, probably about to shout at him this time,
Russell gripped tighter at Edward's hips and pulled out to the tip,
pausing for just a second before he thrust back in.

Right away, Russell picked up a rough pace. He didn't want this to
last, he didn't want to drag it on at all. He wanted it hard
and fast and dirty. And with how Edward was writhing
and arching beneath him already, face flushed and contorted in a
beautiful mix of pain and need, Russell didn't think that
Edward minded at all.

“Fuck!” Edward cried out, hips snapping back,
moving faster with each ragged breath he drew into his lungs, feeling
light-headed and dizzy with pleasure as Russell slammed into his
prostate repeatedly, giving him no reprieve between his thrusts to
try and settle himself. “More!”

No, Edward didn't mind this at all.

Russell kept one hand on Edward's hip, pulling him in to meet each
forceful thrust, groaning softly at the sound of skin on skin as
their hips met. His other hand slid in along Edward's body, teasing
at blonde curls before wrapping firmly around his length, earning a
sharp cry from the older blonde. Leaning forwards against Edward and
biting at his neck to muffle his sounds, Russell started to stroke
Edward's cock in time with his thrusts. His wrist twisted slightly,
fingers squeezing tight, slipping up to tease at the head. A slick,
wet sound cut through the heaving breaths and low moans as Russell
spread precum along Edward's cock, letting his hand move faster over
him.

Suddenly, Edward's head snapped back, spine arching at a violent
angle as his entire body tensed up, seizing for a moment before he
came with a shout of Russell's name and several curses thrown
together. Hot and sticky, Edward's seed coated Russell's hand,
making him shudder; he could already feel warmth coiling in his
belly, twisting around itself into a knot as he bucked into Edward's
tight, spasming muscles. It didn't take long at all for him to
follow after Edward in his release, spilling out inside of the boy, a
cry muffled by Edward's neck as he bit down a little harder. Edward
shivered and hissed quietly at the bite, but didn't protest; if there
was a mark, it could easily be hidden.

Gasping, trying to catch his breath, Russell pulled out of Edward.
He still leaned against the boy, though, soaking in his warmth and
letting his eyes slide shut as he slowly calmed down, breathing and
heart slowing down as he came down from his high.

“Don't you worry your pretty little head, Russell,”
Edward panted out, breaking the silence between them. Despite being
physically drained and barely keeping upright against the wall, he
still managed his usual snark and even had a cocky smirk on his lips.
“I'll make sure Roy pays us extra for overtime, since we
stayed late doing... extra research tonight.” Edward paused,
then, and glanced over his shoulder at Russell, his smirk widening
and his voice turning almost silky when he spoke again. “...
and maybe for a few more nights, too.”
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