In Our Dreams

Two years earlier

“ROY MUSTANG, YOU BASTARD!!! YOU COCKY, ARROGANT, UGLY, STUPID, PERVERTED CORONAL!!!”

Roy heard Fullmetal long before he saw him, his booming voice angrily spewing obstinacies as he stormed through the office, no doubt causing Roy’s staff to dart out of the way as the blond ball of fury made his way to the office and slammed the door behind him.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ALL ABOUT!!!!” Ed fumed as he plopped down in the couch, his eyes narrowed into balls of liquid fire.

“Why, hello, Fullmetal”, Roy smirked, his eyes dancing, knowing full well the cause of Ed’s fury, and not at all concerned by the lack of military protocol, not to mention respect, that had just been displayed. “I see you’re back in town? How was you trip? Find anything?”

“You know damn well that I didn’t find anything!” Ed spewed. “How could you send me to a place like, like that!”
Roy raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. “Why, Edward, all I sent you on was a mission to research the stone. I had heard reports on unusual occurrences around that area, and sent my top man to investigate. Is that so bad?”, Roy’s face then contorted from its look of surprised concern to its customary smirk. “Besides, I would have thought that a young man of your age would enjoy conducting his research at an all-female nudist colony”.

Ed’s fury had already turned his face quite red, and now his embarrassment at Roy’s statement made his face even brighter red, nearly matching his jacket.

“That is NOT THE POINT!” Ed bellowed. “You could have, you could have WARNED me! I mean, Al, my little brother, and I get off the train, and… and… and they were everywhere! AND on top of them just being there, they wouldn’t leave us alone! God, Mustang, next time you want to pull a practical joke on me, leave my brother out of it, will you? I think that he’s scarred for life!” With this out of his system, Ed flopped back on the couch, sighing heavily.

“You know, Fullmetal, I don’t think that I like your tone,” Roy replied, pushing back his chair and rising to his feet. “After all that I have done for you, is this really the way that you think that you can speak to me?”

Ed opened his eyes to see that the Coronal had already covered the relatively short space between his desk and the couch, and was now standing over him with an odd look in his eyes.
“So, Edward, do tell me, what would you have rather seen? Me, standing over you, as I spread you out beneath me, to devour you?”

Edward’s breath hitched, his very lungs forgetting how to work as he stared wide-eyed into those burning eyes above him. He wanted to shout, to kick, to do anything, but all he could do was watch as the Coronal’s lips lowered, finally meeting his.
At first, it was only a simple pressure of lips against lips, as Roy was simply testing Ed’s reaction. And at first, there was none, Ed just lay there, stunned. Roy grinned inwardly. So, this is one way to shut him up. But then he had no more time to think, as Ed broke the chaste kiss and quickly rose from his prone position on the couch to his slightly shaking feet. Roy took a half-step back and closed his eyes, thoroughly expecting a punch to the face and then Ed quickly exiting, sending off another string of obscenities. What then happened took Roy by surprise. What he got was not a punch, but a push, sending him off-balance, and into a seated position on his couch. By the time that Roy had recovered from that shock, Ed was on him, knees on either side of his lap, his hands fisted in the front of Roy’s uniform, and was pressing their lips together in a kiss. Roy, fighting back his sheer joy and disbelief, reached his arms around Ed and to his leather-clad ass, pulling Ed forward, and rubbing their groins together. Ed gasped at the contact, and Roy used this opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue darting in to explore the deep caverns of Ed’s mouth. His tongue was met by another, and time seemed to stand still as the two men stayed in that same position, tongues dancing and fighting each other in a battle in which there could be no looser. Roy’s hands then left Ed’s ass, despite a moan of displeasure from the second party, which was soon turned into a moan of pleasure as Roy moved his hands under Ed’s shirt, running his roughly-gloved hands along Ed’s firmly muscled torso.

Ed broke their kiss by arching back at the feel of Roy’s hands upon his skin. He then met Roy’s gaze, in which Roy saw heat and desire that matched his own.

“Fullmetal?” Roy breathed, not wanting to break the silence but knowing he had to. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I know,” came the breathless reply as Ed began working on the buttons of Roy’s uniform. “If I did, I would sure as hell be long gone. But I never would have known that You wanted this”.

“How could I not?” came the reply, as Roy moved in turn to remove the clothing covering Ed’s upper torso, minding not to tear anything on the edges of Ed’s automail. “You are a strikingly beautiful young man, Edward. Has no one ever told you this fact? I’ve been watching you for years, waiting until you were old enough. And now,” Roy continued, helping Ed to shrug off his jacket and shirt while pulling Ed’s tank top over his head, “You will be mine”.

Any protest that Ed may have made at that comment was cut off as Roy’s mouth closed around his left nipple, with just enough pressure to make Ed moan and squirm. Roy then lifted Ed in one swift movement and had him back on his back on the couch. He then moved to Ed’s right nipple, leaving the very tip of his tongue to trace a path on the skin between them. Ed moaned more loudly now, fisting his left hand in Roy’s hair, his left arm gripping the side of the couch. Roy’s tongue then started to make a lazy trail down Ed’s torso, outlining the well-defined muscles, and dipping into Ed’s bellybutton, making Ed squirm. Roy them moved down, down, all the way to Ed’s feet, quickly disposing of the boots and socks that covered them. He then moved up, cupping Ed’s erection through the leather of his pants, and eliciting a gasp of pleasure. His left hand stayed on Ed’s groin, while the deft fingers of his right made quick work of the belt, button, and zipper that held the offending article of clothing on.

Roy was taken slightly off guard at the state of Ed’s arousal, a state made all the more obvious by Ed’s lack of underwear. Roy chuckled slightly, causing Ed to lookup, his eyes narrowing slightly. “And, may I ask, what the fuck is just so funny?”
Roy sighed, “Oh, Edward, don’t be so quick to take everything to seriously. I was just reminded of, someone, who had the same apparent distaste for undergarments that you do. Besides,” Roy continued, running a single digit up the impressive length of Ed’s member, eliciting a shudder. “You have nothing to be ashamed of”

Ed probably would have responded to that, might have come up with a retort of some sort, even to ask just who Mustang was referring to, but he never got the chance. Roy quickly moved to grasp the cuffs of Ed’s pants and yanked, Ed’s hips lifting to allow his pants to slide off, leaving him completely exposed. His right leg was then lifted up and swung over the back of the couch, leaving Ed even more exposed, if that was possible, and, he quickly realized, to keep his automail from crushing Roy’s head as he leaned forward and guided the tip of Ed’s cock into his mouth.

Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist, was in heaven. Roy knew what he was doing, his tongue swirling about the tip, then quickly bobbing down, taking Ed’s entire length into his mouth and down his throat. Ed might have come right then, if it weren’t for Roy’s hand squeezed tightly around the base of his erection, holding him on the brink of ecstasy as that Roy’s mouth worked his member, sucking, swirling, and tracing the vein up the back of his member to the place where it met the head and made him see stars. Roy’s other hand then moved to Ed’s balls, massaging, manipulating, gently squeezing. It was too much for him to take, too much feeling, just too much of everything. “Please,” Ed finally managed to articulate. “Oh, Roy, PLEASE!”

“Please, what, Edward?” Roy said lifting his head to look the boy in the eye. “Do you want me to let you cum? To let you fall over the edge into oblivion, to be wracked by pleasures brought on by me? To be mine, and mine alone to watch as you shudder in bliss? Is that what you want, Edward?”

Ed’s eyes widened, mouth slightly agape at the words coming from his commanding officer’s mouth. But he nodded, nearly on the brink of tears due to the tortured pleasure he was receiving.

Roy simply smiled, moving his head back down and took Ed whole, tracing his tongue down Ed’s length, then sucking, feeling as much as hearing Ed’s orgasm building, hearing the moans grow louder, feeling his muscles wind tighter and tighter, and then snap, releasing a gush of warm liquid into Roy’s mouth, salty, bitter, and sweet all at the same time. Roy swallowed all he could, and continued to suck, to milk Ed dry. To take in every drop of the boy’s essence.

As Ed’s moans quieted, it was only then that Roy remembered where they were, in his office, in the middle of the day, with an unlocked door, and his staff and anyone else who might happen by outside more than capable of hearing them. Roy grabbed his shirt, and telling Ed that he would ‘be right back’, he walked out and down the hall to address his staff. Interestingly enough, no one would look at him. Even Hawkeye avoided his glance. That wasn’t good.

“Everyone. Home. NOW!” was all it took for his entire staff to grab their things and head right for the door. “Wait,” Mustang said, everyone turning to face him. “Not a word, or…” He didn’t have to finish the statement. Everyone was gone in a flash, and the office was empty.

By the time Roy returned to his office, Edward was sitting up on the couch, and had recovered some of his senses, although he still seemed quite dazed. Roy locked the door behind him, just in case, and walked back over to sit on the couch next to him.
“Ed, if I forced you to do something that you didn’t want to do, then I am truly sorry, and If you want to leave now, I will certainly understand.”

Ed simply stared at him. “What the hell are you talking about? Didn’t we already go over this? I don’t do anything that I don’t want to. Period. End of discussion. Besides,” Ed added, moving to remove that damn shirt again. “If you think that I’m gonna let you stop here, you’re crazy.”

Roy smiled and moved in for another kiss, but Ed avoided him, instead moving down to unbutton his pants. Roy stopped him, standing, and removing them himself, along with his boots and boxers. He then stood, naked, and pulled Ed up to stand with him. He ran his hands through Ed’s hair, which had come unbraided and now hung loosely about his shoulders. “God, Edward, you are so beautiful,” Roy breathed, pulling the boy close. Edward blushed, but tilted his face up to meet Roy’s kiss. This kiss was even hungrier than before, searching, like they were trying to devour each other. Roy felt his erection growing, building as it rubbed against the bare flesh or Ed’s stomach.

Roy sat back on the couch, pulling Ed down to straddle him once again. Only this time, there was no barrier, and Ed’s flagging member soon stood erect once again to match Roy’s. Holding Ed with one arm, Roy reached down, trying to find something in his discarded pants pocket. He managed to retrieve a small bottle, and although Ed’s eyes widened when he saw it, he made no attempt to move or to protest. Roy popped of the top and spread lube onto the fingers of his right hand.

Ed had heard stories about this kind of thing, about how it could hurt, and how preparation was needed. He voiced his concerns to Roy, who smiled at him. “Yes, there are a lot of stories, and to some it can be a bit painful. But, Edward, you are in my hands, and I have promised to let nothing bad happen to you, haven’t I. Now, just Relax.”

Ed felt Roy’s fingers at his entrance, playing, circling, coaxing him to relax and let those fingers enter. Ed let out a small hiss as one well-lubed finger entered him, pressing almost up to the second knuckle. It didn’t hurt, but it did feel… odd. But not bad. Ed sighed as Roy’s lips moved to his neck, slightly sucking, and then a second finger was added. Ed squirmed, this was a bit more uncomfortable, but still not really painful. The fingers were moving, scissoring, pumping. And then there was another added, and Edward nearly cried out. Ed knew pain, and this was not it. This was just different. But… it was good. Once accustomed to the feeling within him, Edward relaxed further, melting, absorbed in the feeling. He let out a small disappointed moan when the fingers were removed, but he knew that it just meant that something else was about to happen.

Roy picked up the bottle of lube again, this time smoothing it onto his straining erection. As his hand moved, it brushed against Ed’s, eliciting a moan. Roy smiled and with his lubed hand he pumped Ed’s cock a few times, loving the sounds the boy made, and hardly able to wait until he had the boy beneath him, squirming, moaning. Satisfied, Roy lay Ed back once again, and moved in between his legs. He lifted Ed’s ass far enough to accommodate his entry, then positioned the head of his erection at the boy’s entrance.

Ed could feel Roy’s cock against his ass, closed his eyes and waited. And waited. He opened hid eyes to see Roy looking at him with that searching look, as if looking for a final consent. Ed simply nodded, and let out a gasp as he felt himself being pressed into. It felt different then the fingers, bigger, but not bad. Not painful. It was Roy. It was Roy inside of him. He let out a moan, which Roy took as a sign to continue, pushing into Ed until he was all the was inside of him. Roy took a moment to let Ed adjust, and once he felt Ed pushing back against him, he knew that it was okay to continue. He began thrusting slowly, feeling the boy beneath him, hearing the moans of pleasure.

Ed had never felt anything like this before. Never. He had been to the depths of hell, experienced pain beyond imagining… but he had never felt something so good. So right. He felt as if a piece of his that he hadn’t even known that he was missing had been returned to him. But he wanted more. “Roy, PLEASE,” he gasped, not knowing what he was asking for, but knowing he wanted it. His cry spurred Roy, who began pumping faster, harder, and then he changed angles and Ed saw stars. Roy thrust again at that spot, and Ed screamed in pleasure. It was too much. It felt too good. His life wasn’t like this. He was supposed to be repenting, he wasn’t supposed to feed this good. He felt his eyes begin to tear, but he angrily blinked them back, he refused to cry like some woman. He was Edward Elric! He was the Fullmetal Alchemist, genius, hero of the people, and Oh! Roy hit that spot again, and Ed almost lost it. His moans became incoherent ramblings of obscenities and words without any real meaning. He could vaguely hear Roy saying something, but he couldn’t make it out. He was lost, floating on the waves of pleasure. Then he felt a hand wrap around his cock and begin to pump him. And that was all it took. His orgasm ripped from him, he was barely aware of his own screaming as the waves of pleasure washed over him, again, and again.

Roy felt Ed’s orgasm overtake him, the feeling of Ed tightening around him coupled with Ed’s cries of ecstasy were enough to drive Roy over the edge himself, his own orgasm coursing through him like cold fire, his own cries mingling with Ed’s as he emptied himself deep within the boy.

It took Roy a few minutes of simply breathing before he could find the energy to pull out of the spent body beneath him. Ed moaned, his eyes fluttering open, and then he smiled, a warm smile that Roy had never seen before. Ed glanced down at his own stomach and blushed at being covered in his own cum. Roy simply smiled and dragged a finger down Ed’s stomach, then brought it to his lips, tasting Ed’s very essence.

This seemed to snap Ed back to reality, of who he was, and who was next to him, and WHAT they had just done, and he began to shake. With a simple clap of his hands, he was clean, all trace of what they had just done turned to a light ash and easily brushed away. He looked at Roy with panic-stricken eyes, and reached for his discarded clothing. Roy caught his wrists, and forced him to face him.

“Edward, look at me,” When Ed averted his eyes, Roy gave him a shake. “Ed, look at me! We, you, haven’t done anything wrong. I wanted it, and you wanted it, there is nothing wrong with that.” Ed finally looked up into his gaze, his eyes still wide and unsure.

“B-but, we, you, you’re a coronal, and in the military, and we’re guys, and you’re rank, and you could get in trouble,” Ed stammered. Roy was startled. That was what was worrying him?

“Edward, I want you to listed to me, and listed good. So what if I’m a coronal? So what if I outrank you? Who cares? Nobody. You’re of legal age, and, as you so eloquently put it, you don’t do anything that you don’t want to. So that’s it. AND, Mr. Elric, the issue of us both being men is, well, it doesn’t matter. If you’re worried about being gay, then get over it. Its not the point. We are both people, and as people, we were attracted to each other, and that’s that. I’ve been with many people, as you well know, and I don’t think of myself in that way at all. You’re a beautiful human being, Edward, inside and out. That’s what I find so attractive about you. It has nothing to do with gender. It has everything to do with who you are.

Edward listened, wide-eyed. Then, he smiled.

Roy came out of his reverie, startled by how dark it was outside. He smiled a lonely smile to himself. Edward had taken his words to heart. Although their following meetings were much more clandestine, and he had had to give his office staff a considerable pay raise, Edward had been his from that day on. Granted, it didn’t stop work from happening, he still had to send Edward out on missions he would have rather not have, and other than the few that knew of the relationship, no one would have guessed what was going on.

Roy smiled a sad smile. Well, Maas would have figured it out. He had known Roy better than anyone else ever had. Or ever would, most likely. No, now both of his men were gone, and there was nothing Roy could do about it. He glanced over at the pile of papers still on his desk. He then thought about getting up and going home, but the couch was warm, and comfortable, and it wouldn’t be the first time he had spent the night here. ‘screw it’, he thought, as he turned over on that same couch, and surrendered himself to sleep.