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Descent
Chapter Sixteen
Bait
“You awake?”
Ed cracked an eyelid open then shut it immediately at the
room’s brightness. No, he hadn’t been
awake; he’d been happily sleeping until a certain someone lying behind him had
started nibbling on his neck. Of course,
he didn’t mind Mustang’s show of affection and his mouth turned up into a
slight smile.
“So does that mean you’re awake now?” the other man asked,
sounding a tad amused.
“No,” Ed replied groggily and snuggled deeper into the colonel’s
arms.
He didn’t remember falling asleep last night. The last thing he remembered was the dark
haired man holding him after their… what?
Argument?
No… not really an argument, but what?
Ed wasn’t sure exactly what to call it.
Their ‘talk’ maybe? It didn’t matter
anyway, what was important was that Ed was actually feeling pretty good. That wasn’t to say his depression was
completely gone, but he felt…content?
Perhaps it really did help to admit he had been jealous, but
now what? It seemed as if a lot of that
had been replaced with embarrassment.
Even if what Mustang said was true, that Al didn’t hate him, how could
he ever face his brother again, or Winry for that matter?
Ed’s eyes suddenly popped open and he gasped when a hand
slid under the waistband of his sweats and begin to fondle him gently.
“Awake now?”
He moaned involuntarily.
Yep. He was definitely awake now.
Mustang chuckled and murmured “I think that counts as a
yes…” before sucking lightly on the back of Ed’s neck.
It didn’t take him long to become completely aroused and
when he pushed against the colonel’s hand, Mustang moved it away and rolled Ed
around on his back. He watched as the
other man pushed the covers off the bed then straddled Ed’s body before leaning
his head down and kissing the younger alchemist deeply.
There had been plenty of times over the last week for Ed to
think about what had happened the last time with Mustang. He wasn’t so surprised by what was happening
now, and of course he was in a much better mood this morning than that night.
Ed wrapped his arms around the colonel’s neck and kissed the
other man back as passionately as he could.
He’d never really kissed anyone before that night either, so he supposed
he was being pretty clumsy about it, but he wanted to be apart of the action
this time, not just let it happen.
“Ed,” Mustang murmured and tried to pull away, but the blond
teen wouldn’t let go. Instead, he pulled
the colonel’s head down and began kissing him again. After a moment he felt the other man pushing
away again, but again Ed held on tight.
Suddenly, Mustang pulled away sharply and his neck broke through Ed’s
grip. He was breathing hard and his
mouth glistened with saliva. “Ed,” Mustang gasped through panted breaths, then
wiped a hand across his mouth. “You
need… to at least… let me get… a breath… of air… once in a while.”
Ed blushed furiously, but nodded, not saying anything
because he too was breathing hard.
The colonel grinned then wiped his thumb across the short
alchemist’s lips before planting a small kiss there. When Ed tried to return the kiss, Mustang
pulled back slightly so that Ed’s lips only met air. The teen’s forehead crinkled in confusion, and
Mustang pecked him on the lips again.
Once more Ed tried to return the kiss, this time lifting his head up
slightly, but again met only air.
The dark haired man grinned widely when Ed cast him an
irritated look and let his head drop back down.
When Mustang dropped his head down a third time, Ed’s arms quickly
wrapped around the colonel’s neck and pushed his lips hard against the other
man’s.
Suddenly Ed felt fingers tickling his sides and he flailed
his arms around trying to get the older man to stop torturing him.
“Stop! hahahaha… stooooop!”
The tickling stopped, but Ed continued to laugh, the phantom
sensation lingering in his sides. When
he finally got himself under control, Ed looked up at Mustang and saw a look of
… what? Amusement, surely, but there was
something else…
Affection?
He blushed at the thought, and shook his head. Whatever it was, Ed had never seen such a
look on the other man’s face.
“Just wanted you to know who was in charge.”
“Whatever,” Ed growled, though he was smiling. “What do you want me to do now? Salute you?”
Mustang raised an eyebrow and his grin turned
lecherous. “Well that would be
something…” He murmured. “I’ve never
been saluted in bed…” Pushing Ed’s shirt
up, Mustang began kissing the younger alchemist’s midsection and whispered,
“Sounds kinda sexy…”
Suddenly the other man began chuckling, “And I’ve never been saluted by you.
I don’t know if I could handle the shock.”
Ed was about to say something in response, but gasped when
he felt his sweats pulled down to his knees and Mustang started taking his
kisses lower. The blond boy lifted his
upper body onto his elbows and looked down.
“What are you doing?” he asked through panting breaths, though he had a
feeling he already knew.
Mustang turned his head up to look at Ed for a moment then
bent low and wetly ran his tongue up the underside of Ed’s arousal. Before he’d left for Rizembool, Ed had heard
Havoc talking to Breda
about getting a ‘blow job’. He hadn’t
heard of such a thing before, but since then he’d been happy enough to think of
how such a thing would feel.
His fantasies couldn’t even begin to compare.
When Mustang slipped his mouth over Ed’s hard member, the
blond boy dropped his upper body back onto the bed and grabbed the older man’s
head in his hands. Gasping frantically,
Ed pushed deep into the damp cavity of Mustang’s mouth and let out a loud yell
as he quickly came to a climax.
Chest heaving, Ed dropped his hands and moaned as Mustang licked
gently at his softening sex. When the colonel
moved to kiss him, Ed turned his head away.
“Eww, no. You got that stuff in your mouth.”
The older man’s shoulders dropped and he rolled his eyes
while shaking his head. Mustang made a
small chuckling noise before reaching over to the nightstand and picking up the
glass he had brought in the night before.
It was still half full.
“Let me wash my mouth out, Ed…” he murmured, then swished
some of the liquid around in his mouth and quickly swallowed it. “I needed a drink anyway…” Mustang muttered,
draining what remained in the glass. Ed
supposed he’d be thirsty after doing something like that too.
Suddenly, Ed’s stomach growled and the colonel looked down
at him for a moment before rolling off the bed and walking toward the bedroom
door. “Come on. Let’s get you fed. I think that’s the first time I’ve heard your
stomach growl this whole week.”
“But… What about you?”
“Yeah, I’m kind of hungry too.”
Ed blushed. “No… I
mean…”
Mustang waved a hand and chuckled. “I want to make sure you get fed if you’re
hungry. Don’t worry about me, I can
wait. I’m a big boy, so I don’t cum in my pants when I don’t get some right
away.”
“Bastard!” Ed growled at the
insinuated insult and grabbed a pillow, hurling it at the laughing man who
dodged it easily.
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Al looked up from his book and frowned when Winry entered
the house. Her normally cheerful
disposition was thoughtful and sober.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, suddenly concerned.
She sighed and set down the bag she was carrying. “Just… just something that happened in town
today…” she mumbled as she dug through the sack.
He shut the book and tossed it on the table before getting
up and walking over to her. The blonde
girl sounded distracted and that wasn’t like her either, unless she was working
on a particularly interesting piece of automail.
“You wanna tell me about it?”
Letting out a long breath of air, she stood up straight and flopped a pair of white gloves against his chest. “You wanna try
those on and see if they’re the right size?” she said, avoiding his
question.
Taking them from her, Al tried the gloves on and found they
were a perfect fit. “They fit great,” he
said with a grin. “You’re amazing.”
She nodded. “Yeah I
know.”
He laughed and shook his head. “And so humble.”
“Yeah, that too.”
“So what happened in town?” he asked again.
She cast a long suffering look in his direction before
bending to pick up the large brown paper bag.
When she stood up straight, Al held out is arms to take the bag from her,
but she shook her head. “I appreciate it
but I think you need to heal a little more before you do any lifting.”
He frowned at this and silently followed her to the back of
the house where they did most of the big automail repair jobs. She set the bag down and turned to look at
him. “Persistent aren’t you?”
“Only when I’m trying to get something I want,” he answered
stubbornly.
She lifted an eyebrow in amusement. “Oh reeeaaally?”
He felt his face heating, and said quickly, “So what
happened in town?”
Winry sat down heavily on her work bench and motioned for
him to sit as well. She didn’t speak
immediately, but when she did, Al could hear worry in her voice.
“Al…have you ever heard of The
People’s Government?”
He shook his head.
“No. Why?”
“Well… there was a man in town today and there was a large
crowd gathered around him. He was talking
about how they had formed a new government in the east and it is a government
for the people. Where the military
doesn’t control the political system, the people do. The people elect their own officials and… I
don’t know… it sounded a little strange.”
He nodded. It sounded
like a good thing, but then things that sounded too good to be true often
were.
“But, Al… They have an army.
They want to overthrow the current government and replace it with this
new one.”
“Really?”
She nodded, apprehensively hooking a lock of hair behind her
ear.
“Why is he here then?”
“He said he’s looking for recruits for their army, and he
wants Rizembool to declare for The People’s Government,” she said, her voice
quavering a little.
“You’re kidding,” he said in disbelief, eyes widening
slightly.
She shook her head.
“The thing is that a lot of people seemed to agree with him… Al… I’m scared. We’ve never really had much of a problem with
the military here. We’re a quiet place
and we just keep to ourselves. If people
start rebelling against the government… what’s going to happen?”
The tall alchemist just shook his head. He couldn’t even begin to think of what kind
of trouble this was going to cause.
“There’s going to be a town meeting tonight and he’s going
to speak there.”
He sat looking at her, considering, then
said, “I’m going.”
“But…”
“I’m going
Winry. I want to hear what this man is
saying.”
“Stubborn mule,” she muttered under her breath.
;-;-;-;-;-;-;
Russell trudged along the dirt path with Fletcher by his
side. It was a fine day except for the
oppressive heat. Sweat rolled down his
back making his long sleeved button up shirt stick uncomfortably to his
skin.
“It’s hot…” he complained, not for the first time.
“It’s a good thing I came with you, brother.”
The tall blond rolled his eyes and said blandly, “Yes
Fletcher. For the millionth time, it is
a good thing you came.”
Fletcher nodded, a satisfied grin pulling across his
face. Russell had forgotten the small
amount of money he’d been given for the train and for food and lodging. His younger brother had noticed and brought
the funds with him when he’d left the camp.
“If it wasn’t for me…”
“Yeah, yeah… I know… It would have taken me a month or so to
get here by foot.”
The small boy nodded again, looking very glad to be
acknowledged.
“Hey!” a voice called to them. “You guys look pretty hot. You want some water?”
Russell and Fletcher looked to the side of the road to see a
young man of about sixteen or seventeen beckoning to them. The two brothers looked at each other, then headed over to the stranger.
“I’ve got some water and some food over there under that
tree.” he pointed down a small hill to a tall shady tree. “I have plenty.” The teen frowned. “I was going to have a picnic with my
girlfriend, but she never showed.”
“I’m sorry to hear that…”
Russell lied. Truthfully,
he grateful for the opportunity to get out of the sun and take some
refreshment.
;-;-;-;-;-;-;
“My name is Urayami,” the stranger
introduced himself, then his fingers his fingers through his dusty brown hair.
I’m sorry... Russell thought when he heard the name.
The teen shrugged and smiled as if he had heard the tall
blond’s thoughts. “So where are you guys
from?” the brunet asked curiously as he leaned against the tree trunk.
“From the eastern country,” Russell answered and gave Urayami a short explanation about the new government they
represented.
The other teen nodded in interest. “I see.
And you’re looking for talented alchemists?” When Russell nodded the other teen nodded and
said, “Then you’ll be heading to Dublith, right?”
Russell took a drink of the water and asked, “Why do you say
that?”
“Well because, there’s a woman there who is a master
alchemist. She hates the government and
State Alchemists.”
“What’s her name?” Russell asked, sitting forward in
interest.
“Izumi Curtis.”
;-;-;-;-;-;-;
“Thanks for the food and for the information,” Russell said,
stepping back on the road and holding his hand out. The rest had been just what he’d needed.
“Sure. No problem,” Urayami said, taking Russell’s hand and shaking it. “Good luck.
Maybe I’ll see you on your way back up this way and you can tell me more
about this People’s Government.”
Russell nodded, then patted
Fletcher on the back. “Well, let’s get
going.” The younger boy nodded in
agreement. They waved a final time, then
turned and started down the dusty road toward Dublith.
;-;-;-;-;-;-;
Envy ran a hand through the brown hair of the form he had
chosen and watched the two Tringham brothers walk away from him.
Can’t go ‘fishing’ without bait…
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A/N: Urayami is a
Japanese word for ‘Envy’.
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