THE SCROLL OF DEADALUS
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Chapter 2
Warning - Yaoi ahead
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Alphonse followed him and Armstrong followed both of them as they made their way to the stacks. The library was a vast repository of alchemical research and Edward was not going to let this opportunity go to waste. He could translate most of Mustang’s old scroll without the use of books. His brother was a whiz at archaic languages and Edward himself was skilled in esoteric alchemical symbology. However the Colonel didn’t know they knew this stuff, he just knew the two of them were well versed in alchemy in general and skilled researchers for stuff they didn’t know in particular. The two brothers could use this chance to look for books with information pertaining to the Philosopher’s Stone, which is exactly what the two of them did.
For hours.
Armstrong didn’t stay with them the whole time they combed the mountains of books for clues. He would come and go as though making sure the two of them weren’t looking for an escape route. If Edward could figure out a way to get the two of them out unseen past the troops that were posted all over the building then he would have. However, they were stuck there and Edward was determined to make the best of their bad situation.
It was way past midnight when Colonel Mustang discovered the pair. He found the boys huddled in a corner with their noses buried in some very musty old tomes too absorbed in their reading to notice him.
“Found something?” he demanded.
Edward’s head snapped up at the sound of his voice. “Um, yeah,” he stammered. “But we’ve only just begun to search. This place is huge!”
Mustang made no immediate response but instead surveyed the books in the stacks around the two young Alchemists. None of them had to do with archaic languages or ancient symbols. He noticed an alchemical scholar named Nicholas Flamel, a man noted for his extensive research on the Philosopher’s Stone, wrote the book Alphonse was engaged in. Mustang had a feeling the topic of Edward’s book also had nothing to do with the task he had assigned to them.
“Fullmetal, come with me,” Mustang commanded.
“But I’m not-” Edward began but was cut off when Mustang grabbed him by the arm and dragged him roughly to his feet.
“You’re done,” the Colonel snapped as he dragged Edward off down the hall and tossed him hard into a small study room. Once he shut and locked the door behind them, Mustang rounded on Edward stating, “You think I’m playing with you? You think this is a game?”
“No, but-”
The Colonel backhanded Edward so hard the boy landed on his butt halfway across the room. The blow stunned Edward who was convinced his jaw was broken until he managed to get out a muffled, “No.”
“No, what?”
“No, don’t do this to me.”
“Do what? Punish you for disobeying a direct order?”
Edward made no response to that question. He knew better.
“Get up.”
Edward did as he was told licking the blood that was oozing from the cut on his lip as he did so.
“Now, you are going to answer some questions. And you had better be straight with me or the back of my hand will be the least of your pains, understand?”
Edward nodded.
“You could read that scroll couldn’t you? You know what it is and what it can do.” Edward couldn’t meet his gaze. The Colonel quickly closed the space between them and grabbed Edward by the braid and forced the young alchemist to look him in the eye. “Answer me!”
“Yes, I could read it,” Edward admitted bleakly.
“What does it do?”
“It can make a large explosion. Like a big bomb.”
“How big?”
“Enough to level this city.”
Roy Mustang eased his grip on Edward’s hair much to the young man’s relief. The Colonel stopped looking angry and was beginning to actually looked pleased. He smiled at Edward but it was the kind of a smile a snake bestows upon a rat before it goes in for the kill. “A bomb. Why would someone draw a circle to do that using human blood on human skin?”
“Because he was a sick fuck! How the hell should I know?” Edward retorted hotly.
He grabbed Edward by the shoulders hard and demanded, “I know that circle is more than just a bomb and so do you.”
Mustang’s grip tightened and the bones on his human side felt like they were going to break. Edward bit his lip to keep from crying out in pain and, although Mustang had his arms pinned, Edward still could use his legs. Edward broke away using his auto-mail leg to deliver a sidekick that swept Mustang’s legs out from under him.
The Colonel went down and Edward made use of those seconds of freedom to make for the door.
It was locked.
Crap.
Edward put his hands together completing the circle to fuel his alchemical power. He didn’t get a chance to release the charge that would have blasted open the door because Mustang caught him full in the back with a flame blast. The bolt was strong enough to interrupt his own casting but not harsh enough to do anything more than redden the skin on his back. Mustang was skilled enough with his fire ability to go from something as subtle as lighting a cigarette to turning a city into an inferno. Edward wasn’t surprised the Colonel’s attack was only strong enough to break his concentration. Mustang was a bastard but no matter how angry he got he had never done anything that would cause Edward a serious injury.
Alchemy wasn’t the only way to get through a locked door, especially when you had an auto-mail fist. He put his metal hand through the door but didn’t get the chance to force it open. Mustang had regained his feet and was on him like a cat on a rat. He tossed Edward so hard against the wall that the young alchemist saw stars. Mustang held Edward flat against the wall and was so close to him that Edward could feel the Colonel’s hardness against his back. It didn’t surprise Edward that the Colonel got turned on by using his powers and violence. However, feeling that against his back was more unnerving than painful.
Edward was trying hard to keep his face and therefore his expression hidden from Mustang. He didn’t want the Colonel to see he was getting really grossed out by the fact he had this huge boner poking him in the back. He gritted his teeth and let his loose hair hide his face as he felt the hands holding him begin to start exploring his body.
“Stop that!” Edward barked.
Mustang turned Edward around to face him. Edward tried to use that as an opportunity to get away from the older man but he was kept pinned by the taller stronger Alchemist. “You still haven’t answered my questions,” Mustang reminded him.
“What do you want to know?”
“Exactly what that scroll does,” Mustang demanded his tone dangerous. “And no games…or else.”
Edward didn’t need to be told what Roy would do to him if he were less than honest. And he would do it in such a way that it wouldn’t leave any marks. Edward had no wish to be another notch on the Colonel’s belt but he also didn’t want anyone in the State Military to know what that scroll could really do. No one should have that kind of power. He sighed deeply. He would have to tell the truth but how to not tell everything and still be convincing was not going to be easy.
The Fullmetal Alchemist dared to meet the Colonel’s gaze. “It’s a bomb,” he stated in a firm voice. “But not a concussive type like you usually see when using alchemy. This one is like dropping a piece of the sun itself on a target. White hot fire that will annihilate anything it touches.”
The silence in the room was deafening. Edward was telling the truth. He was just leaving out the part about the fact this bomb was designed to take out all organic life and leave behind buildings and like non-living substances. It was a way to kill the soldiers and leave the forts. The white-hot fire would melt anything living it touched. It was thousands of times more powerful than anything the Colonel could conjure up even with the added boost of a power augmenter.
It was power of a magnitude that only gods should wield.
There was no way the State Military should have something like this in their arsenal. They were already bad enough with the war machines they already owned. Edward was hoping his subtle manipulation of the truth would convince the Colonel. What he said was true; it just wasn’t the whole truth.
Mustang was usually good at telling if someone was lying to him. He could see Edward was telling the truth, but he wasn’t telling him everything he knew. Edward was holding back and this wasn’t good. However, Mustang was certain he could convince Edward to tell him everything. The young Alchemist was, despite his physical enhancements, still human and at the mercy of his all-too-human body. And taking advantage of human weakness was the Flame Alchemist’s greatest skill.
Edward gasped inadvertently when he felt Mustang lift him up so that their groins were pressed up against each other. Edward tried to push the Colonel away despising the sensation of the older man’s cock trying to reach out and touch his own. He’d never been with anyone that way before but that lack of experience didn’t mean Edward was ignorant. He had heard enough talk to know Mustang seriously tomcatted around and gender mattered not to him. He also knew he was on the Colonel’s lists of desired conquests. If he didn’t get away from Mustang in a hurry, then Edward’s cherry was going to be popped whether he wanted it to be or not.
“Let go of me!” Edward demanded.
“No.”
“I said let me go!” Edward insisted this time trying to wrench free of the Colonels’ grasp.
“I warned you what would happen if you weren’t completely honest with me.”
“I told you all I know!” Edward insisted trying to keep the fear out of his voice. “I can read most of those old symbols but not all of them. I just was able to get the gist of what that circle could do!”
“I don’t believe you,” Mustang replied smugly. “You’ll say anything to keep me from doing this.” He swiftly undid Edward’s belt, popped open his pants button, and unzipped his pants. He then hooked his fingers in Edward’s pants and under his boxers and dragged both down over the boy’s buttocks and thighs. He could only get the material down so far, with Edward trying to fight him off the whole while, but it was enough. The Fullmetal Alchemist face was a mixture of emotions. He was angry, humiliated, disgusted and furious. Mustang pressed his clothed hard groin against Edward\'s naked one, and rubbed. Edward\'s eyes widened, and he gasped inadvertently as his body suddenly shuddered as if an electric shock had struck him.
“Please stop.” Edward begged.
“The truth.” Mustang insisted.
Edward was fighting back tears at this point. “I told you all I know! I’d need time to decipher the symbols I didn’t recognize. You have to believe me!”
“If I didn’t find you and Alphonse reading the works of Flamel I would find your argument more convincing.” Mustang told him as he quickly unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them allowing his erection to come free of its binding. He looked back up at the seething young man being supported by the closeness of their bodies and his one free arm and leaned in close to whisper in Edward’s ear, \"If you had done as you were told you wouldn’t be in this position.\" And he shoved their naked groins together making Edward gasp in a combination of surprise and sudden desire.
As much as he hated it, Edward was succumbing to the power of the hormones raging through his sixteen year old body. He had gotten so hard it was actually painful and as much as he despised what Mustang was doing to him it felt good. The Colonel knew how to please a man and Edward was too young and inexperienced in this area to know how to make his body obey his will. Edward moaned as waves of pleasure began to course through him and he stopped resisting. The Colonel knew how and where to touch to electrify his senses and Edward felt himself drifting into a stupor that felt like he was high on opium.
A hand on his face brought him back to Mustang and he looked into lust filled eyes, trying not to shiver. “I’ll ask again, what else does that scroll do?” He whispered his inquiry into Edward’s ear his breath warm and sensuous against his bare skin. “You answer me and I’ll stop before this goes any further.”
Edward was so close to climax he didn’t want Mustang to stop. Edward closed his eyes and tried to keep his voice steady as he replied, “I don’t know.”
“Is that your final answer?”
Edward gasped. “Yes.”
Mustang eased the young Alchemist to the floor before taking his face into his hands and kissing him full on the mouth. Edward was shocked by this and responded unconsciously opening his mouth to gasp, which Mustang took as an invitation, and he immediately let his tongue slip inside to explore. Hr knew Mustang had a reputation for being a skilled lover and Edward was beginning to see why. Mustang knew how to kiss. He also knew how to make a person turn to jelly beneath his touch and remove any will they had to deny him. Mustang’s tongue slid next to his and Edward slightly bit down on it, just enough to rake his teeth over it, making Mustang moan.
When he finally pulled away, both were panting and a bit flushed. Mustang grinned and nodded at his young lover-to-be. He gently caressed Edward’s cheek saying, “I always had a feeling you’d be good at this.”
“Damn you.”
Mustang opened the top snap that held Edward’s short jacket closed and ran his hand along the young man’s muscular chest and abdomen. Edward involuntarily shivered at the touch and grabbed Mustang’s hand before he could caress him below the belt. It was bad enough his cock was as hard as his Auto-mail arm. He didn’t want to give Mustang the satisfaction of knowing his body was enjoying what his mind did not. Mustang allowed Edward to stop him and instead took the opportunity to once again get on top of the young Alchemist and have him pinned with his back to the floor.
“Get off me!”
“When we’re finished.”
Edward gasped as he suddenly realized what the Colonel was talking about. “Look…I promise I’ll make you a new modern scroll. Just let me go!”
Mustang smiled at him. “Yes, you will make me my scroll. But I am not letting you go. You violated my trust, Edward. And now you are going to pay for that sin.”
“No!” Edward cried enraged, his anger giving him a sudden strong burst of adrenalin. With his mind in control of his body, Edward no longer looked like he was getting nay pleasure from this experience. The added energy was enough to give him the strength he needed to shove Mustang off him and to rebound quickly to his feet.
But the Colonel was equally fast from reflexes honed from years of military service. He caught Edward by the ankle and brought him down hard. Edward tried to kick free but found himself pinned face down on the floor with his human arm wrenched behind his back so tight he thought his shoulder would get dislocated.
“Let me go!” Edward bellowed.
“This can go easy or hard, it’s up to you.”
“Get off me your perverted fuck!”
Mustang slammed Edward’s head against the floor so hard he blacked out for a few seconds. Those precious moments when Edward was unable to fight back Mustang used to position Edward so he could take him in his rear entrance. Without the benefit of lubricant this act would be extremely painful, more so than it would normally be for someone’s first time.
He heard Edward moan as the boy’s consciousness returned and said, “One last chance, Fullmetal. Easy or hard.”
“You do this and I swear I’ll kill you,” Edward croaked.
“No, you won’t,” Mustang countered confidently. “You’ll just wonder when we can do this again.”
“Bastard.”
“I’ll show you some mercy since it is your first time.”
Mustang pulled a small tube of lubricant out of his inside jacket pocket and spread it onto his fingers before sliding two inside Edward’s tight entrance, causing Edward to gasp at the mixed sensations of the cool gel and stinging pain.
“Stop that!”
The Colonel pulled his fingers out, “If you stop fighting me this will be a lot more enjoyable for you,” he said as he plunged them back in. He drew another groan of pain from Edward and began pushing and pulling his fingers in and out quickly. The Colonel’s skilled hands were soon beginning to bring pleasure instead of pain to the young Alchemist. Edward’s cock got so hard with his unspent desire that lying on the floor was causing him pain. He wanted Mustang to do this to him, to relieve the unrelenting tension in his groin. When Mustang finally added a third finger, Edward writhed beneath him and he pulled out the fingers and then began plunging them back inside of his tight entrance, this time making Edward cry out in ecstasy.
“Roy…” He moaned as Mustang continued to hit his prostate the sensation indescribable.
Edward was on fire, his cock was so hard it was painful and he couldn’t do anything about it. Mustang chuckled and finally removed his fingers, making Edward mewl in protest, but he replaced his fingers with his own hard member well slicked with lube. Mustang didn’t push it in slowly. He just slammed it in hard up to the root and grinned when Edward screamed a string of curses. He slowly pulled it out and plunged it back in before letting it stay there. Mustang looked down at Edward, and smiled. The young Alchemist’s face was slick with sweat, his gold eyes closed in pleasure, his lungs heaving with every breath and his short braid coming undone from thrashing his head around.
“Ready Fullmetal?” He whispered before letting his hands stray to caress the taut muscles of Edward’s hips and abs.
“Just do it already!” Edward yelled out, arching his back off the floor. The sensation of Mustang’s cock deep inside him and thrust against his sensitive prostate sent electricity through his entire body. Edward’s cock, which was now sticking straight up and weeping heavily, was close to exploding but just needed a little more to bring him to climax. “Please…” Edward practically whined desperate for relief from his straining erection.
Mustang smiled, brushing his fingers lightly over Edward’s now pert nipples enjoying the effect his skilled touch was having on the much younger Alchemist. He knew he could easily give Edward the release he wanted with one simple gesture but he was going to make Edward earn it. He was going to make Edward want him. Their future encounters would be much more enjoyable if they were willing ones. Roy Mustang had made many people over the years desire his touch. He had waited four years for Edward to be ready for him. Now he would make the Fullmetal Alchemist belong to him.
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to be continued...
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Alphonse followed him and Armstrong followed both of them as they made their way to the stacks. The library was a vast repository of alchemical research and Edward was not going to let this opportunity go to waste. He could translate most of Mustang’s old scroll without the use of books. His brother was a whiz at archaic languages and Edward himself was skilled in esoteric alchemical symbology. However the Colonel didn’t know they knew this stuff, he just knew the two of them were well versed in alchemy in general and skilled researchers for stuff they didn’t know in particular. The two brothers could use this chance to look for books with information pertaining to the Philosopher’s Stone, which is exactly what the two of them did.
For hours.
Armstrong didn’t stay with them the whole time they combed the mountains of books for clues. He would come and go as though making sure the two of them weren’t looking for an escape route. If Edward could figure out a way to get the two of them out unseen past the troops that were posted all over the building then he would have. However, they were stuck there and Edward was determined to make the best of their bad situation.
It was way past midnight when Colonel Mustang discovered the pair. He found the boys huddled in a corner with their noses buried in some very musty old tomes too absorbed in their reading to notice him.
“Found something?” he demanded.
Edward’s head snapped up at the sound of his voice. “Um, yeah,” he stammered. “But we’ve only just begun to search. This place is huge!”
Mustang made no immediate response but instead surveyed the books in the stacks around the two young Alchemists. None of them had to do with archaic languages or ancient symbols. He noticed an alchemical scholar named Nicholas Flamel, a man noted for his extensive research on the Philosopher’s Stone, wrote the book Alphonse was engaged in. Mustang had a feeling the topic of Edward’s book also had nothing to do with the task he had assigned to them.
“Fullmetal, come with me,” Mustang commanded.
“But I’m not-” Edward began but was cut off when Mustang grabbed him by the arm and dragged him roughly to his feet.
“You’re done,” the Colonel snapped as he dragged Edward off down the hall and tossed him hard into a small study room. Once he shut and locked the door behind them, Mustang rounded on Edward stating, “You think I’m playing with you? You think this is a game?”
“No, but-”
The Colonel backhanded Edward so hard the boy landed on his butt halfway across the room. The blow stunned Edward who was convinced his jaw was broken until he managed to get out a muffled, “No.”
“No, what?”
“No, don’t do this to me.”
“Do what? Punish you for disobeying a direct order?”
Edward made no response to that question. He knew better.
“Get up.”
Edward did as he was told licking the blood that was oozing from the cut on his lip as he did so.
“Now, you are going to answer some questions. And you had better be straight with me or the back of my hand will be the least of your pains, understand?”
Edward nodded.
“You could read that scroll couldn’t you? You know what it is and what it can do.” Edward couldn’t meet his gaze. The Colonel quickly closed the space between them and grabbed Edward by the braid and forced the young alchemist to look him in the eye. “Answer me!”
“Yes, I could read it,” Edward admitted bleakly.
“What does it do?”
“It can make a large explosion. Like a big bomb.”
“How big?”
“Enough to level this city.”
Roy Mustang eased his grip on Edward’s hair much to the young man’s relief. The Colonel stopped looking angry and was beginning to actually looked pleased. He smiled at Edward but it was the kind of a smile a snake bestows upon a rat before it goes in for the kill. “A bomb. Why would someone draw a circle to do that using human blood on human skin?”
“Because he was a sick fuck! How the hell should I know?” Edward retorted hotly.
He grabbed Edward by the shoulders hard and demanded, “I know that circle is more than just a bomb and so do you.”
Mustang’s grip tightened and the bones on his human side felt like they were going to break. Edward bit his lip to keep from crying out in pain and, although Mustang had his arms pinned, Edward still could use his legs. Edward broke away using his auto-mail leg to deliver a sidekick that swept Mustang’s legs out from under him.
The Colonel went down and Edward made use of those seconds of freedom to make for the door.
It was locked.
Crap.
Edward put his hands together completing the circle to fuel his alchemical power. He didn’t get a chance to release the charge that would have blasted open the door because Mustang caught him full in the back with a flame blast. The bolt was strong enough to interrupt his own casting but not harsh enough to do anything more than redden the skin on his back. Mustang was skilled enough with his fire ability to go from something as subtle as lighting a cigarette to turning a city into an inferno. Edward wasn’t surprised the Colonel’s attack was only strong enough to break his concentration. Mustang was a bastard but no matter how angry he got he had never done anything that would cause Edward a serious injury.
Alchemy wasn’t the only way to get through a locked door, especially when you had an auto-mail fist. He put his metal hand through the door but didn’t get the chance to force it open. Mustang had regained his feet and was on him like a cat on a rat. He tossed Edward so hard against the wall that the young alchemist saw stars. Mustang held Edward flat against the wall and was so close to him that Edward could feel the Colonel’s hardness against his back. It didn’t surprise Edward that the Colonel got turned on by using his powers and violence. However, feeling that against his back was more unnerving than painful.
Edward was trying hard to keep his face and therefore his expression hidden from Mustang. He didn’t want the Colonel to see he was getting really grossed out by the fact he had this huge boner poking him in the back. He gritted his teeth and let his loose hair hide his face as he felt the hands holding him begin to start exploring his body.
“Stop that!” Edward barked.
Mustang turned Edward around to face him. Edward tried to use that as an opportunity to get away from the older man but he was kept pinned by the taller stronger Alchemist. “You still haven’t answered my questions,” Mustang reminded him.
“What do you want to know?”
“Exactly what that scroll does,” Mustang demanded his tone dangerous. “And no games…or else.”
Edward didn’t need to be told what Roy would do to him if he were less than honest. And he would do it in such a way that it wouldn’t leave any marks. Edward had no wish to be another notch on the Colonel’s belt but he also didn’t want anyone in the State Military to know what that scroll could really do. No one should have that kind of power. He sighed deeply. He would have to tell the truth but how to not tell everything and still be convincing was not going to be easy.
The Fullmetal Alchemist dared to meet the Colonel’s gaze. “It’s a bomb,” he stated in a firm voice. “But not a concussive type like you usually see when using alchemy. This one is like dropping a piece of the sun itself on a target. White hot fire that will annihilate anything it touches.”
The silence in the room was deafening. Edward was telling the truth. He was just leaving out the part about the fact this bomb was designed to take out all organic life and leave behind buildings and like non-living substances. It was a way to kill the soldiers and leave the forts. The white-hot fire would melt anything living it touched. It was thousands of times more powerful than anything the Colonel could conjure up even with the added boost of a power augmenter.
It was power of a magnitude that only gods should wield.
There was no way the State Military should have something like this in their arsenal. They were already bad enough with the war machines they already owned. Edward was hoping his subtle manipulation of the truth would convince the Colonel. What he said was true; it just wasn’t the whole truth.
Mustang was usually good at telling if someone was lying to him. He could see Edward was telling the truth, but he wasn’t telling him everything he knew. Edward was holding back and this wasn’t good. However, Mustang was certain he could convince Edward to tell him everything. The young Alchemist was, despite his physical enhancements, still human and at the mercy of his all-too-human body. And taking advantage of human weakness was the Flame Alchemist’s greatest skill.
Edward gasped inadvertently when he felt Mustang lift him up so that their groins were pressed up against each other. Edward tried to push the Colonel away despising the sensation of the older man’s cock trying to reach out and touch his own. He’d never been with anyone that way before but that lack of experience didn’t mean Edward was ignorant. He had heard enough talk to know Mustang seriously tomcatted around and gender mattered not to him. He also knew he was on the Colonel’s lists of desired conquests. If he didn’t get away from Mustang in a hurry, then Edward’s cherry was going to be popped whether he wanted it to be or not.
“Let go of me!” Edward demanded.
“No.”
“I said let me go!” Edward insisted this time trying to wrench free of the Colonels’ grasp.
“I warned you what would happen if you weren’t completely honest with me.”
“I told you all I know!” Edward insisted trying to keep the fear out of his voice. “I can read most of those old symbols but not all of them. I just was able to get the gist of what that circle could do!”
“I don’t believe you,” Mustang replied smugly. “You’ll say anything to keep me from doing this.” He swiftly undid Edward’s belt, popped open his pants button, and unzipped his pants. He then hooked his fingers in Edward’s pants and under his boxers and dragged both down over the boy’s buttocks and thighs. He could only get the material down so far, with Edward trying to fight him off the whole while, but it was enough. The Fullmetal Alchemist face was a mixture of emotions. He was angry, humiliated, disgusted and furious. Mustang pressed his clothed hard groin against Edward\'s naked one, and rubbed. Edward\'s eyes widened, and he gasped inadvertently as his body suddenly shuddered as if an electric shock had struck him.
“Please stop.” Edward begged.
“The truth.” Mustang insisted.
Edward was fighting back tears at this point. “I told you all I know! I’d need time to decipher the symbols I didn’t recognize. You have to believe me!”
“If I didn’t find you and Alphonse reading the works of Flamel I would find your argument more convincing.” Mustang told him as he quickly unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them allowing his erection to come free of its binding. He looked back up at the seething young man being supported by the closeness of their bodies and his one free arm and leaned in close to whisper in Edward’s ear, \"If you had done as you were told you wouldn’t be in this position.\" And he shoved their naked groins together making Edward gasp in a combination of surprise and sudden desire.
As much as he hated it, Edward was succumbing to the power of the hormones raging through his sixteen year old body. He had gotten so hard it was actually painful and as much as he despised what Mustang was doing to him it felt good. The Colonel knew how to please a man and Edward was too young and inexperienced in this area to know how to make his body obey his will. Edward moaned as waves of pleasure began to course through him and he stopped resisting. The Colonel knew how and where to touch to electrify his senses and Edward felt himself drifting into a stupor that felt like he was high on opium.
A hand on his face brought him back to Mustang and he looked into lust filled eyes, trying not to shiver. “I’ll ask again, what else does that scroll do?” He whispered his inquiry into Edward’s ear his breath warm and sensuous against his bare skin. “You answer me and I’ll stop before this goes any further.”
Edward was so close to climax he didn’t want Mustang to stop. Edward closed his eyes and tried to keep his voice steady as he replied, “I don’t know.”
“Is that your final answer?”
Edward gasped. “Yes.”
Mustang eased the young Alchemist to the floor before taking his face into his hands and kissing him full on the mouth. Edward was shocked by this and responded unconsciously opening his mouth to gasp, which Mustang took as an invitation, and he immediately let his tongue slip inside to explore. Hr knew Mustang had a reputation for being a skilled lover and Edward was beginning to see why. Mustang knew how to kiss. He also knew how to make a person turn to jelly beneath his touch and remove any will they had to deny him. Mustang’s tongue slid next to his and Edward slightly bit down on it, just enough to rake his teeth over it, making Mustang moan.
When he finally pulled away, both were panting and a bit flushed. Mustang grinned and nodded at his young lover-to-be. He gently caressed Edward’s cheek saying, “I always had a feeling you’d be good at this.”
“Damn you.”
Mustang opened the top snap that held Edward’s short jacket closed and ran his hand along the young man’s muscular chest and abdomen. Edward involuntarily shivered at the touch and grabbed Mustang’s hand before he could caress him below the belt. It was bad enough his cock was as hard as his Auto-mail arm. He didn’t want to give Mustang the satisfaction of knowing his body was enjoying what his mind did not. Mustang allowed Edward to stop him and instead took the opportunity to once again get on top of the young Alchemist and have him pinned with his back to the floor.
“Get off me!”
“When we’re finished.”
Edward gasped as he suddenly realized what the Colonel was talking about. “Look…I promise I’ll make you a new modern scroll. Just let me go!”
Mustang smiled at him. “Yes, you will make me my scroll. But I am not letting you go. You violated my trust, Edward. And now you are going to pay for that sin.”
“No!” Edward cried enraged, his anger giving him a sudden strong burst of adrenalin. With his mind in control of his body, Edward no longer looked like he was getting nay pleasure from this experience. The added energy was enough to give him the strength he needed to shove Mustang off him and to rebound quickly to his feet.
But the Colonel was equally fast from reflexes honed from years of military service. He caught Edward by the ankle and brought him down hard. Edward tried to kick free but found himself pinned face down on the floor with his human arm wrenched behind his back so tight he thought his shoulder would get dislocated.
“Let me go!” Edward bellowed.
“This can go easy or hard, it’s up to you.”
“Get off me your perverted fuck!”
Mustang slammed Edward’s head against the floor so hard he blacked out for a few seconds. Those precious moments when Edward was unable to fight back Mustang used to position Edward so he could take him in his rear entrance. Without the benefit of lubricant this act would be extremely painful, more so than it would normally be for someone’s first time.
He heard Edward moan as the boy’s consciousness returned and said, “One last chance, Fullmetal. Easy or hard.”
“You do this and I swear I’ll kill you,” Edward croaked.
“No, you won’t,” Mustang countered confidently. “You’ll just wonder when we can do this again.”
“Bastard.”
“I’ll show you some mercy since it is your first time.”
Mustang pulled a small tube of lubricant out of his inside jacket pocket and spread it onto his fingers before sliding two inside Edward’s tight entrance, causing Edward to gasp at the mixed sensations of the cool gel and stinging pain.
“Stop that!”
The Colonel pulled his fingers out, “If you stop fighting me this will be a lot more enjoyable for you,” he said as he plunged them back in. He drew another groan of pain from Edward and began pushing and pulling his fingers in and out quickly. The Colonel’s skilled hands were soon beginning to bring pleasure instead of pain to the young Alchemist. Edward’s cock got so hard with his unspent desire that lying on the floor was causing him pain. He wanted Mustang to do this to him, to relieve the unrelenting tension in his groin. When Mustang finally added a third finger, Edward writhed beneath him and he pulled out the fingers and then began plunging them back inside of his tight entrance, this time making Edward cry out in ecstasy.
“Roy…” He moaned as Mustang continued to hit his prostate the sensation indescribable.
Edward was on fire, his cock was so hard it was painful and he couldn’t do anything about it. Mustang chuckled and finally removed his fingers, making Edward mewl in protest, but he replaced his fingers with his own hard member well slicked with lube. Mustang didn’t push it in slowly. He just slammed it in hard up to the root and grinned when Edward screamed a string of curses. He slowly pulled it out and plunged it back in before letting it stay there. Mustang looked down at Edward, and smiled. The young Alchemist’s face was slick with sweat, his gold eyes closed in pleasure, his lungs heaving with every breath and his short braid coming undone from thrashing his head around.
“Ready Fullmetal?” He whispered before letting his hands stray to caress the taut muscles of Edward’s hips and abs.
“Just do it already!” Edward yelled out, arching his back off the floor. The sensation of Mustang’s cock deep inside him and thrust against his sensitive prostate sent electricity through his entire body. Edward’s cock, which was now sticking straight up and weeping heavily, was close to exploding but just needed a little more to bring him to climax. “Please…” Edward practically whined desperate for relief from his straining erection.
Mustang smiled, brushing his fingers lightly over Edward’s now pert nipples enjoying the effect his skilled touch was having on the much younger Alchemist. He knew he could easily give Edward the release he wanted with one simple gesture but he was going to make Edward earn it. He was going to make Edward want him. Their future encounters would be much more enjoyable if they were willing ones. Roy Mustang had made many people over the years desire his touch. He had waited four years for Edward to be ready for him. Now he would make the Fullmetal Alchemist belong to him.
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to be continued...