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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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"Ice"

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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: Roy�s POV. Edward is the �fire� because his emotions (and hormones!) are getting the better of him. Roy is the �ice� because he stays cool and collected throughout the scenario (or does he?). This story was a nightmare that took me forever to write. I�m well aware of any errors there are with the tenses! It�s just so hard to stay in the tense I want. It will essentially be the same story told twice. Please review. Con-crit is very welcome. Please, if you spot any errors, TELL ME! I'd be happy to fix them... As well as I'm able, at least.

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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:

SongficMisstress, for helping me with the lube.

KuraHieiRitrJIO, for being there for me every spring and editing.

Joss, for liking this chapter more.

I watch Edward back away, an annoyed look on his face, before reluctantly driving off. Our conversation from this morning�s drive playing in my mind again. I wonder if he got the double-meaning of �Thanks for the ride.� I smile. I don�t think he understands what he is saying. He has lived a tough life, but he�s still really innocent. This young man is very different from any of my previous partners. He was timid and unsure, even when he tried to force me to take him.

In the past, I looked at Edward and saw a lost little boy trying desperately to fit into a world he should never have entered. I blame myself for dragging him into the military, but when I met the eleven-year-old crippled boy, I couldn�t bear the thought of him wasting away, feeling sorry for himself. I had only known the child for five minutes when I made the offer. I saw a kid who needed guidance... A goal... And I reached out to him the only way I knew how. I thought that I had given Ed hope for the future. I know now that I condemned him to a life of servitude to the State. I wonder if he�s aware of how much I hate myself for that.

When I look at the blond prodigy now, I see love personified. He is walking, breathing love, especially when it comes to his brother Alphonse. I also see a young man who still needs sheltering from the real world. It�s an extremely rare occurrence, but I�ve been the witness to a few unguarded moments where he lets his emotions show. Real emotions, not the anger and frustration I let him lash out at me with. I keep his anger directed at me because if he were to vent at anyone else, he might find himself in lots of trouble. I let him yell and curse at me, and sometimes the things he says hurt. Nevertheless, I do this for him because I feel I have failed him too often. This is a way of atoning for those mistakes. I care more for him than I�ll ever let on. I think only Hawkeye is aware of how much I want to protect those boys. At Hughes� funeral, she told me how irrational I become when it comes to the safety, and sanity, of the brothers Elric.

It�s painful to watch Fullmetal - Edward - tear himself apart over the most trivial things. Why won�t he just acknowledge that he�s hurting? His life would be so much easier if he would simply admit that to himself. I want to slap him sometimes. I�m right here if he needs help. I�ve always been here, waiting for him to get over himself and turn to me. Everyone in the unit would be his support. All my subordinates love the Elric brothers, and would do almost anything for them. The same goes for me. I grip the steering wheel tightly in contemplation, and my eyes widen at the realization that I think I love Edward Elric. At least, I love him in my own way, and I have for a long time.

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I knew something was bothering Fullmetal when he walked into my office yesterday. His stance wasn�t nearly as cocky as usual, and something clouded his eyes. His main complaint was that I hadn�t been giving him any valid leads on the object of his desire: The Philosopher�s Stone.

After he finished his rant, I decided to invite him to my place for dinner. The poor lad looked like he needed a break. He�s always too busy looking for that damned stone to get out and socialize. His quest has consumed the last four years of his life.

He said he would like to come over without a moment�s hesitation, but then his expression turned distrustful. He demanded to know why I wanted his company. "I just felt like asking. Is that wrong? We�re friends, aren�t we?"

He seemed to accept that answer. I still can�t get my mind around what he did next. His kiss, sloppy as it was, caught me so much by surprise that I found myself returning it. I couldn�t help but notice how soft and full his lips are, considering he�s such a grim boy.

Why did he kiss me? Since he makes a point of not touching people, it was a very non-Edward thing to do. Not the �Edward� that the boy had created for the world to see, at least.

"Colonel... I..." he muttered as he tried to back away from me, his face glowing with a cute blush. I was shocked at my mental word choice. Was Edward cute? I smiled internally and decided that I thought Edward was adorable when he�s flustered. My musings were interrupted when I saw him scooting backward, away from me. So I stood, grabbing his shoulders, and pulled him up with me.

"Fullmetal..." I was going to try to keep things professional. I watched his face twist in agony. He looked like he was about to become violently ill on my floor. I placed my hands behind my back and turned away, unable to look at his pained expression without guilt washing over me. It was a good thing everyone else had gone home for the day. They all would have been very upset at me, possibly feeling that I was taking advantage of Edward. I swear I didn't. Edward simply needs someone right now. He hasn�t told me this yet, but I can feel it. But I digress; luckily for me, I had sent everyone home for the day. Most of them had a cold brought in by Havoc, so couldn�t stay for their entire shift. Had anyone else been there, especially Hawkeye, I don�t think I would have let Edward get away so easily with what he did. Now that it had started, there was no turning back.

"Yes... sir?" Suddenly, he�s being so polite. He must have been afraid of what my reaction would be... Afraid that I would condemn him. I watched his reflection in the window. The look on his face was pleading, asking me to not ask why. I could tell he had already asked himself the same question.

"Is there something bothering you?" I asked, pacing. I really don�t know how I feel about this. Edward really was such a fragile person and I don�t want to break him.

"Why do you ask?" he snapped.

I watch the face in the glass glower at me. I sigh quietly as I turned back to look my young subordinate in the eye. "Would you like me to set up an appointment with a counselor for you?" I don�t want to do that, but military protocol demands I offer. Now it�s up to him to accept or decline.

His expression darkened. "No! No counselors!" He cried vehemently, hurrying toward the still open door. I rushed after him and grabbed his shoulder to stop him from leaving. Why didn�t I allow him to leave? It would have gotten him out of my hair for the moment. I know why I stopped him, at least, I know what I�ll say if people ask. I�ll say I didn�t feel like handling all the paperwork regarding any collateral damage caused by Edward in his foul mood.

"Edward, stay. I can�t let you go out like this," I tightened my grip when he tried to pull away. "There�s obviously something troubling you right now, even if you refuse to acknowledge it."

With an almost inaudible whimper, Edward turned, awkwardly throwing his arms around me, burying his face in my chest. "No, I need something, but it�s not a counselor." His voice sounded strained. I felt my heart twist with sympathy as I cautiously returned the hug, placing my chin on the top of his head. Edward took a few deep breaths. I guess he was trying to get himself under control again.

"What is it you need, Edward?" I don�t know it is, but moments like these make me never want to let him out of my sight, and I realize with a start my true reason for lying to my superiors about Ed�s body. I hadn�t understood the underlying implications of what I said at the time, but I wanted Edward to be safe and alive.

He was trembling. "Help me... Please?"

I raise my eyebrows in shock, then smile softly. I am both thrilled and anxious right now. This is what I had always wanted, but I�m afraid that I�ll mess up and fail Edward again. I banished the thought as it entered my mind, closing and locking the door before leaning over. "Of course," I whisper before gently capturing those young lips with my own. Edward woke something inside me that reminded me of myself almost ten years earlier, when I turned to M�es in almost the same fashion as Edward was now turning to me.

I prefer women now, but I think that�s because my memories of Hughes hurt too badly when I�m with a male partner. There really was nothing special between us, just two best friends screwing each other while the war exploded around us, but we trusted each other enough to rely on any support the other was willing to give.

I pushed my fingers under the thick fabric of Edward�s iconic red jacket, running my hands over his shoulders. He let the garment fall to the floor. With our mouths still connected, and my hands holding his elbows, I led us to the couch. I pulled away to be sure I wouldn�t miss the couch as I sat. My hands traveled down his arms as I took a seat on the warm leather, his fingers resting in my palms. I rubbed my thumb over his knuckles as I looked up at his flushed face and watched the rapid rise and fall of his chest. With half-lidded eyes glazed and parted lips, Edward was the very picture of teenage sensuality. I studied him for a few seconds before letting his hands drop and putting my arms around his waist, gently pulling him into my lap. "Edward..." I breathed.

It�s almost every man�s dream to have a sixteen-year-old blond virgin in their lap. I was living that dream, but with one minor deviation. My sixteen-year-old virgin isn�t female. I knew Edward would grow up to be easy on the eyes. His facial structure, even as a child, was too fine and delicate for him not to be attractive, and he is a wonder to look at. I guess you could say he has a flexible face that conveys any emotion flawlessly. His skin is smooth and clear, and his eyes of liquid gold, melted by the fire hidden inside him, accent his tan nicely.

I love to watch him go through the vast range of emotions he is capable of. He�s gorgeous when he�s happy, sad or angry. I�ve even seen him asleep once or twice. His body language is incredibly expressive. It�s almost impossible for him to lie, but I doubt he�s aware of how transparent he truly is. Edward is an honest kid, even as he tries to get away with everything he can. He would rather stay silent than tell an outright lie. He�s trying to grow up as quickly as he can while compensating for the childhood he threw away. Still, he�s the oldest sixteen-year-old I�ve ever known.

Edward acted so shy as he put his hands on my shoulders. I pulled him down, smiling as I felt his erection press into my abdomen. I had placed his knees on either side of my hips, pushing my own hard on into his, making his gasp with need. He fell forward with a groan and I could feel his hot breath on my neck. Damn, I�m good. I placed my fingers under Edward�s chin and looked carefully at his face. His cheeks were dusted with a blush, making his eyes seem to shine brightly.

With my fingers holding Edward�s jaw, I pulled his face toward mine and nibbling on his lips. I placed my hands around his body, putting one at the small of his back and the other around his shoulders. I felt him stiffen at the touch, but he soon relaxed and placed his arms around my neck, letting me take the lead. My hands wandered over his smooth back, working their way into his soft golden mop. I grunted when my fingers got caught in his braid. I growled into his mouth as I fumbled for the tie, ripping it out and making him yelp. "Sorry," I frowned and rubbed his head.

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

I smiled. "You know what? Since everyone else is gone, I don�t think anyone would notice if we left. Let�s go." I took his hands in mine and helped him off my lap so I could stand up. "Grab your jacket and follow me," I whisper, leaning over and blowing gently in his ear before leading him out the door. I chuckled quietly, watching him walk. He had closed his jacket to hide his erection. As we exited the building and walked toward my car, I could see his ragged breath creating clouds of steam in the chilly night air. It was later than I had thought. Where did all the time go? I drove us as quickly as I legally could to my house. In the closed confines of my car, I could practically smell Ed�s arousal.

Edward fidgeted during the car ride, making me wonder if he were having second thoughts. As I pulled the car to a stop in my driveway, he threw himself over into my seat and kissed me, letting me know he still wanted to go on. His fingers were working at the buttons of my jacket, and I found myself partially untucking his shirt before reluctantly breaking the kiss. We really needed to get in the house before I took him in the driver�s seat of my car. As spacious as the car was, there was simply not enough room to have sex comfortably, especially not with someone as inexperienced as Edward Elric. Trust me, I know.

Since this was obviously Edward�s first time being touched so intimately by anyone, it would not be fair to him to betray the fragile trust he�s given me by having my way with him. I needed to keep my wits about me if I planned to give Edward a positive memory to carry with him. Which I did; I wanted to give Edward the first time I never had. I freed one of my hands from its task of undressing the beautiful teen in my lap and fumbled for the doorhandle so I could let us out. I�ve had many make out sessions before, but none of them were nearly as... invigorating as being with Edward.

The rational side of my mind was telling me this was a bad idea. If I were to get caught, not only would I be in trouble for fraternization, I would also face a court martial for statutory rape. However, the soft, sweet warmth that was Edward was quickly overriding my rationality. The blond tumbled out of my lap and out of the car before reaching in to drag me out. I motioned for him to precede me to the door as I reached back into the vehicle to retrieve my keys. I made my way to the door, only to have Edward attack my clothes, making it hard for me to insert the key into the lock.

Edward was attempting to loosen my belt as I pushed open the door, his fingers brushing against the bulge in my pants, making me shudder and moan as I tossed my keys onto the coffee table. I shrugged out of my heavy blue jacket before turning and grabbing Edward�s wide leather belt. I captured his lips again, and kissed him with more passion than any of the kisses we had yet shared today as I dragged him to the bedroom, my hands struggling with his belt.

In the back of my mind, I felt guilty. Edward clearly needed the attention, but was I doing the right thing? Giving up on his belt, I pushed his jacket off his shoulders again and undid the clasp that held his over-shirt closed. Edward discarded these articles as I hooked my fingers into his pockets and pulled him close, pressing my erection into his stomach. I marched him backward until the back of his legs touched the edge of the mattress. I placed my hands on his shoulders and pushed him, firmly but gently, until he was seated. I kneeled before him and was finally successful in removing his belt, which I let drop to the floor. I put my hands under his shirt and ran my fingers over his abdomen. He twitched as my touch ghosted over his ribs and he shivered when I pulled his shirt over his head.

I raised myself again and clamped my mouth over Edward�s, gently easing my tongue past his lips, using this force to push him onto his back, while his hands finished unbuttoning my white dress shirt. I gave his bottom lip a final gentle suck before moving my lips down to his neck, where I played my tongue across his Adam�s apple. I pressed our bodies together when I felt his mismatched hands running between my shirt and my skin. The cool metal of his right hand dipped under the waistband of my pants, making me shiver. I continued kissing him, making my way over his chest, where I carefully sucked on his nipple. While I worshiped the young chest beneath me, I shrugged off my shirt and let it flutter to the floor. Again, I felt a twinge of guilt over my actions. Was I only using Edward�s willingness for my own gain? I stopped what I was doing and asked Edward if he was still comfortable. The look he gave me almost made me regret my question. He looked... almost hurt. His eyes darkened with sorrow and he sat up, throwing his arms around my neck. I rubbed his back as he explained his need for human contact.

I closed my eyes in thought. Ah. I understood where he was coming from now. I remember feeling this way myself a few years ago, and since M�es had gotten married, he was no longer an option for me. I carefully pushed Edward back down and moved to resume my previous actions. Suddenly Edward sprang up again, grabbed my shoulders, pulling me back up and slamming his mouth over mine. I could feel his tongue probing for entrance. He then wrapped his metal arm around my waist, the elbow joint pinching me. Unintentionally, I�m sure. My eyes opened wide to hear him softly growling into the kiss as he rocked his body against mine. I moaned when I felt the hot lump in his tight pants brush against my own erection. I didn�t want to, but I pulled my captive lips away. "Edward," I cup his face in my hands and peer into his eyes. I need to get his attention. "Please, slow down. Relax. There�s no need to rush. If we do, we both might end up getting hurt." I had my hands on his back again, caressing the shivering teen. I think it may have tickled, because Edward began to jerk away from my fingers, in the only direction allowed: into me.

"I don�t care... I need this..." he whimpered and I could taste something salty as he crushed his mouth against mine again. Before I could pull away to confirm my suspicion that he was crying, he wrapped his arms around my head and neck, shoving his tongue into my mouth. Ed released the death grip he had on me and ran his fingers over my stomach, hovering hesitantly before unbuckling my belt. After he opened the closure, I circled his waist with my arms and moved him further onto the bed. Then I plastered his chest and neck with lingering kisses, earning a high-pitched moan from the youngster beneath me. He was trying desperately to open the fly of my pants. The boy kept trying to rush things. I repeated myself, telling him to calm down and relax, my lips nibbling soft skin as I murmured into his stomach. His back arched when I dipped my tongue into his navel.

I smiled as Edward reached down and tried to pull me back up. The waist of my pants was loose and starting to slip over my thighs. "All good things come to those that wait..." I gently chastised the blond as I swatted his hands away when he grumbled and reached into his own clothing. I carefully arranged the opening in his pants to give me better access and wrapped my fingers around the young, swollen flesh. Edward started bucking and thrashing, trying to increase the friction. I wasn�t going to let him have his way. He needed a lesson in control, so I kept up my loose, slow pumping. He began panting through parted lips and his eyes were closed with pleasure. After a few moments, he stopped wriggling and accepted that I wasn�t going to go faster, however, his hips still jerked involuntarily. When I felt that he had enough, I took my hand away, smiling slightly at the small frown Edward rewarded me with. I shifted my weight, moving to a more convenient position to admire the supple body, noting the many faint scars cris-crossing his tanned skin.

Placing my hands on his hips, I lowered my head and kissed his groin, working my way toward his shaft. I cast a curious glance at Edward, trying to predict what his reaction would be. He groaned loudly, almost screaming, when I placed my mouth over his quivering erection. I hummed as I took him to the hilt, and felt his hand gripping my hair. His hips broke free of my grasp, and I nearly choked on the hot flesh as it rammed the back of my throat. Regaining control, I let my tongue play over the smooth skin. I could feel his back arch off the bed as he bucked a few more times. "Oh... Oh... Colonel..."

He wriggled out of his boots and pants and wrapped his legs around my shoulders. This forced his erection further down my throat, making me gag. I shrugged, and his legs fell away easily. I sucked hard a few more times before he exploded in my mouth. I took a few seconds to swallow what I could of his semen before releasing my oral grip on him. His body relaxed and he seemed to melt into the bedding. I felt a bit perturbed when he started laughing.

"Well, Edward, feel better?"

His only response was to mumble incoherently, laughter still spilling from his lips. "Colonel..." he uttered a few seconds later, and his mirth evolved into ragged panting.

"Call me Roy." It felt weird, and kind of kinky, to have him calling me by my title and not my name.

"...Roy..." he was almost choking on the name. "...Please..."

"Edward, what�s wrong?" I leaned over him, gazing at him to see if there was anything hurting him. Edward was worrying me, he had used that word more times today than he had in the whole of last month.

"I just... I don�t know... I want... I need something, anything. EVERYTHING! Please..." he placed an arm over his eyes, and I could hear his breath hitching in an attempt to not cry.

"It�s okay, Ed. Tonight, I belong to you," I whispered as I sat back and removed his arm from where it lay on his face. Tonight, I was going to give him control. He already had so little control over many aspects of his life, he deserved something, and I trusted him enough to give him this power over me. At least, for a little while. I�d have to be honest with myself and admit the idea made me a bit uncomfortable.

"I�m sorry. I don�t know why I�m like this..." he sobbed. I placed my arms on either side of him and began crawling up to meet his face, hovering over him. I watched him for a few seconds before lovingly kissing his tears away, my tongue darting out every so often. Edward sighed heavily and flopped his arms on the bed. "Take me..."

I blinked in surprise and sat up once more. "Excuse me? What do you mean?"

"Take me, please..." he moaned as he reached up and tried to pull me back down. I furrowed my brows. Why was he talking like this? But then, how could he know that it was a turn off for me. I only like equal partners, and hearing those words come from his mouth made me feel like this was my being domineering. But, he had come to me first, right? I was only doing what I thought he wanted me to do.

"I won�t." I couldn�t. I�m well aware of the reputation I have as a womanizer, but that�s not the real me.

�Why not? We�ve already... We�ve done so much already tonight! Why won�t you finish it?� Edward�s voice was cracking with emotion, alternating between a high-pitched whimper and a throaty whisper and back every few syllables.

I considered my next statement carefully. The next few words to exit my mouth would set the standard for the rest of the night. �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...� I closed my eyes and took a deep shaky breath before continuing. �Edward. I�ll make love to you, but I will not �take you.�� There had to be a way I could make him understand.

�But I... Why?� he demanded, his voice still cracking.

Unable to stand seeing him like this any longer, I leaned over and kissed his face, traveling between his jawline and his ear. �No arguments. I care about you, and I don�t want to see you getting hurt by someone who would use you,� I whispered before taking Ed�s earlobe into my mouth and sucking gently. I smirked as I heard his sharp intake of breath.

�What are you talking about? You use me all the time. You always make me do your dirty work,� he spat at me after successfully choking back a moan.

I could tell that part of him didn�t want to enjoy our current activity, and it helped to increase my worry that perhaps I was doing the wrong thing. Then what he had just said struck me, making me realize just how na�ve he truly was. �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,� I explained as carefully as I could.

�What do you mean then? Damn it! Tell me!� My young blond subordinate screeched as he struggled to sit up. I pushed him onto his back again in an attempt to keep him from leaving. I mentally shook my head at myself. Here I was, half hoping Edward would chicken out and leave, and yet I was pinning him to my bed the moment he tried to leave. �Isn�t what you�re talking about a form of equivalency?� His question jarred me from my musings.

I loosened my grip and lay down next to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. Perhaps simply holding him and being there because I wanted to be would help him understand that people are able to see him as more than an object, more than just �the Fullmetal Alchemist.� �You�ve asked �what do you mean� a lot tonight, Ed. Be patient, and I�ll help you understand, any way I can.� He fit in my arms so well, it surprised me. I tried to pull him closer and snuggle a bit, but Edward threw my arms off his body and launched himself so he was sitting on top of me.

�Colonel...� he growled as he ripped open the fly of my pants. I winced as I heard the fabric tear as he yanked my pants down almost to my knees. I made a mental note to speak with him about that when the night was over, but quickly forgot my resolve when I felt the cool air against my erection. I had been so focused on Edward that I had nearly forgotten my own physical needs. I gasped when I felt mismatched hands take hold of my hips. His auto-mail was so cold. The shock from the metal limb dissipated when I felt the raspy texture of his tongue scrape across the head of my cock and I moaned loudly when I felt his lips enclose the tip.

�Ed...ward...� I breathed his name, not wanting him to stop. I had blowjobs before, and to be honest, better blowjobs, but there was something about how timid and unsure Edward was that both excited me a great deal and made me sick to my stomach.

�Nnnn...� my moaning grew louder as I felt Edward slide more of my swollen flesh into his mouth, and I could feel him ever so slightly as the tip of my penis brushed the back of his throat. I laughed inwardly at his attempt to hum. I gave him credit though, he was a quick study. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the sensation of his tongue running along my length, but was jolted out of my hormonal bliss when he grabbed the waistband of my pants and brought them to my knees.

Something wasn�t right anymore, and I clambered my way into a sitting position. �Edward! What the hell do you think you�re doing?�

�Shut up!� he barked as he moved so he was sitting on my waist and leaned forward, holding my shoulders down. He rested the tip of his nose on mine and took a few deep breaths as he stared in my eyes. I had never seen him like this before, and it worried me that he was going to try to do something stupid. �Please... I just... I don�t know... It�s balance,� he... I don�t know... wailed, as he lifted his head once more and started inching backwards. Once he was sitting on my thighs, he began rubbing our erections together.

It felt good, and neither M�es nor I had thought about this move before. Fighting my way back to rational thought, and trying my best to ignore the sensations coursing through my body, I reached up and grabbed Edward�s shoulders, using the momentum to throw him over onto his bac. Once in this position, I grabbed his wrists and held them with one hand over his head and while I used my other hand to hold down his flesh shoulder. �Damn it Edward, do you want the comfort you desire, or are you going to be a little shit?� I hissed at him. I really needed him to trust me, but if he kept trying to dominate, we would both end up hurt in the end.

�Don�t call me �little,�� he narrowed his eyes in pain, trying to pull his left shoulder from my grasp.

I loosened my white-knuckled hold on his shoulder. �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.� I released his wrists and tenderly pressed my lips against his, prodding at them with my tongue. I deepened the kiss when he parted his lips and wriggled out of the clothes I still had on. I felt his arms go around my shoulders and smiled, presenting an opening for Edward to slip his tongue into my mouth.

Using one arm to hold myself up, I traced the fingers of my other hand lightly down his torso and abdomen. I caressed my way across his body, ending only when my fingers found themselves wrapped in his pubic hair. Edward began laughing at what I can only assume was my tickling of his chest, breaking our kiss. It made me happy to hear him laugh so honestly. I don�t think I�d ever heard it before. I lowered myself onto my side next to him, basking in my moment of happiness. My own smile matched the one adorning his face as I softly stroked his young erection, making him sigh. Taking advantage of his open mouth, I quickly put two fingers of my free hand into his mouth.

After he closed his lips around my fingers, I wiggled them a bit. I didn�t mean to make him gag like he did, so I stilled my motions and simply enjoy the feeling of him sucking and licking my fingers. I smirked once I felt he had done enough and removed my fingers from the warm cavern of his mouth and placed it on his hip. I felt the skin beneath my hand and realized with a surprise that he had bony hips. I gave a gentle squeeze before dragging my hand across his smooth thighs and between his legs, where I poked and prodded him, trying to find his entrance.

�Hey...� he sprung up, only to have me push him back down.

�Don�t worry. Relax. I�m not going to hurt you, not on purpose, anyway. Just breathe,� I sighed, circling the tight pucker with my fingertip. I watched his expression carefully as I wormed my digit into his opening. He winced and sucked in a deep breath, telling me that he was uncomfortable. He tried to push himself away by picking up his leg and using it to try to scoot back. But, I kept him where I needed him and leaned over to kiss his belly button. �Relax, Edward. I know it�s awkward, but I need to do this for you.� I moved my finger around inside, pushing it in further. He started to squirm, so I wrapped my arm around his waist and continued plying his flesh with kisses, making my way to the inside of his thigh. I know my intrusion had upset him, so I was trying my best to distract him.

�Colonel...� he groaned, a sound that shot strait to my throbbing crotch. But, the sounds he was making also let me know I was doing a good job in finding his prostate.

�Okay, I need to add another finger...� I quietly warned him.

�Wha...?� his query was cut off by me shoving another finger into him. He bucked up as both digits found his sweet spot again and again. The way he was shaking and rolling his pelvis into my hand was another positive sign. I smiled more broadly. Giving him this kind of pleasure was almost enough for me.

�Edward, you okay?� I asked because he screamed. But I realized after I asked that it wasn�t a scream of pain, but pleasure.

�Yes. It�s great. Just keep touching that... place in me...� He was panting and let his leg fall back down.

�You mean, like that?� I asked, feeling momentarily... evil as I stimulated Edward�s prostrate once more.

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

�Feels good, huh?� I asked, happy that Edward had calmed down, and happy that I was able to make him feel the way he was.

�Mmmm...� he moaned in response and spread his legs apart. Throwing his head back, his hands scrabbled with the fabric beneath him as he tried to get a handhold and began rocking his pelvis harder against my probing hand. �Ah... Ahhh...�

�Hey now, this isn�t all there is, you know... There�s more,� I murmured from my place between his thighs, where I had been kissing the soft flesh. His reaction to my touch made electricity run through me, so I ran my tongue along the quivering length just above my nose and gently inserted another finger into my young lover. I paused for a moment to give Edward time to adjust to the additional digit before carefully spreading my fingers a few times. I flinched when I heard the whimper rise from his throat, so I pulled my fingers out in an apology. Then I grabbed Ed under his armpits and pushed him further onto the bed, laying his head on my pillows.

After making sure he was comfortable so we could continue, I leaned over him and pulled open the top drawer of my night stand. My hands searched knowingly for the object I had remembered was there, which I pulled out once my fingertips got a good enough hold on it.

�What�s that?� Edward asked. I looked at him and saw his eyes watching my closed fist apprehensively.

�It�s lubricant. Something to make this easier for us,� I opened the small bottle and smiled as I felt the liquid pooling in my palm warm, and smiled more broadly at the thought of Edward�s reaction to the stuff as I ran my hand over my length. �It�s been a while since I used it last, so I forgot I even had it.� I managed to say. It truly had been a while since I had used my warming lotion, and I had forgotten how good it felt on my skin, especially the oversensitive skin of my groin. It delighted me to rediscover this indulgence with Edward, who would be discovering it for the first time. I rubbed some of the lube remaining on my fingers in and around Ed�s tight entrance before picking up his lower back and placing my knees beneath him. �Are you ready?� I asked as I positioned myself. As much as Ed seemed to want this, I was giving him a final chance to back out.

He nodded, shivering. �Yeah. I gotta say I�m a bit nervous, though.�

My heart fluttered in my chest. I was ecstatic that he wanted to continue, considering my earlier doubts. Maybe he only wanted to continue because he sensed my indecision. I questioned myself, if that was the case, who was really helping who? I shook my head slightly and pressed against the teen�s still tight entrance, feeling the warmth enclose my member. �Nnnn...� I could feel Edward instinctively tensing up. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him. Aware that this was a new and awkward experience for him, I said the only thing I could at that moment.

�It�s okay. If you want me to stop, I�ll stop,� I continued to push forward. �I promise.� I only hoped I would be able to keep this promise. It had been so long since I had felt this, and I realized at that moment how much I had missed it. And I also realized with a shock how much I missed Hughes, even though our relationship never ran deeper than friendship after the war.

�Keep going...� I could see the fear in his eyes, but there was also a light of hope that out-shined the worry.

�Edward...� I moaned as I pushed all the way in.

Edward lay shaking, only moving his arms so he could grab a pillow and hold it over his face. �Ahhh... Nnnn...� I could hear him moaning through the thick material.

I shifted, and Edward cried out as he say up and threw his arms around me, pressing his hidden face against my shoulder. The pillow had fallen slightly, but was still between us.

�I know it hurts. It always hurt for us, too... every time we...� I whispered in his ear as I gently removed the pillow from between us. Once the pillow was tossed aside, I pulled him into my arms and gave him a one-armed hug. I used my other hand to stroke the now missing erection back to life.

�Colonel...� I was caught by surprise at how free of pain and worry his voice was. I glanced at him and saw the curiosity I was used to glowing there.

�Back during the war... M�es and I... we...� I grunted softly after a few seconds of silence. The memories were flooding back to me. How many times had I already unfairly compared Ed and M�es tonight? �We had an understanding, but that�s all in the past. I�m here now, with you, Edward,� I spoke at last, making a firm commitment to the youth.

I guess my anguish showed in my expression, because Edward looked away from me. �I... see... I�m sorry.�

�There�s no need to be sorry. We both knew we were just using each other, and we were fine with that.� I pressed my lips hard against his, for both his benefit and my own. It�s not like I meant to compare my lovers, I was only trying to remember the feeling so I could make Ed feel the way M�es had made me feel. �Are you okay now?�

�Y-yeah...�

�Okay... Edward...� I placed my hands on his hips, steadying us for what was to come next and moaned as I began to pull out. My body remembered the tight friction and I continued to slowly pump in and out. As badly as I wanted to ravage Edward, I kept it slow as to not hurt him. Still, I made sure to make it the best I could for him. So, relying on my past experiences, I angled my attack on his body in order to brush his prostate as often as I could. His moans of pleasure sounded delicious to my ears, and I wanted him to keep that sound up.

�Oh... Please... More...� I pushed myself further into him at his breathy request when he opened his knees as wide as he could. He took advantage of that closeness to wrap his legs around my waist and grab hold of my forearms, which were still no his hips, and used the increased leverage to meet my thrusts. �Colonel... Roy... m-more...�

I leaned over and kissed him once more, trying to give him what I had promised earlier this evening. I belonged to him at the moment, and anything he wanted right now, he was going to get. I continued my slow rocking, trying to draw out everything I could, but I could feel myself beginning to slip. It had been so long, and I was having difficulty holding back. My arms were beginning to shake as I hovered over the teen, and the shaking spread throughout my body. This made me stop my actions. I closed my eyes and grit my teeth in concentration, trying not to explode inside him.

�What�s wrong? Are you hurt?� Edward inquired, his voice edged with concern. I must have worried him. �Roy...?�

�I�m fine...� I explained, breathing hard. �I just don�t want to rush things and possibly hurt you. You deserve better than that.� I lowered myself to my elbows and stroked his forgotten cock again. I had been so focused on everything else that I had neglected another source of pleasure for the boy.

�Mmmm... More... Harder...� he moaned and pushed against me. I took this as a hint and began moving again, slower than before. It was still my desire to make this last as long as I could.

�Just stay still... I�m sorry... I can�t hold out much longer... I can�t hold it...� I choked on a cry as my body finally betrayed me and I came inside my young lover. it broke my heart than I had been the first go, so to ease my guilt I continued pumping him. he jerked in my hand and exploded over my fingers and chest. �Oh... Edward,� I fell on him, unable to hold myself up any longer.

�Colonel... I... Roy...� Ed was panting from our exertions. I couldn�t blame him. This was most likely the most strenuous work he�d had in a while.

I buried my face in his hair and breathed deeply, enjoying the damp, silky strands against my face. �Edward... Are you feeling any better?� I asked as I pulled his arms around me. After making sure he was comfortable, I embraced him, pulling him as close to me as I could.

Edward was silent for a few moments before giving me an answer to the question I had asked. I hadn�t been expecting an answer, but I guess that was typically Edward. �Yeah, I think I am,� he tightened his arms around my waist. �Thank you,� he whispered.

�Don�t say that... It�s... bad manners,� I was taken aback by his last two words. None of my previous partners has ever thanked me. It felt awkward, and made me uncomfortable.

I could feel his face heat up against my shoulder. �How was I supposed to know? I�ve never... never...� stammered before falling silent once more.

�Never what? Did anything like this before?� I teased. His admission humbled me, though. I thought he had some experience with sex, perhaps with the Rockbell girl he was close to. His admission made me glad I took my time with him tonight.

�Shut up,� he mumbled, turning away from me in an attempt to block me out. To combat his cold shoulder, I placed my mouth on his tender neck and sucked lightly.

�Don�t be like that. I�m sorry,� I whispered, switching between sucking, nibbling and licking on the soft skin. �Please forgive my brash tongue,� I implored.

�Roy...� his yawned through my name. �I�m tired.�

�Of course you are, you silly boy,� I cuddled him even closer, pressing him into my chest. �Let�s get some rest. You�ll definitely feel better in the morning.� I suggested.

He yawned again, stretching as best he could in my embrace. �Well, I suppose you�re right... But I want to take a shower first. I feel sticky.�

�Hehehe... A shower sounds like fun...� I answered meaningfully.

�On second thought, I don�t want to fall asleep and drown,� he retorted, giving more evidence to my theory that I had tuckered him out.

Smiling, I kissed his neck again, my lips traveling over the reddened flesh. �Now you�re just being mean,� I pouted, stifling my own yawn. �But I guess you�re right. We�re too tired to bathe.� I relished this chance to bask in the afterglow.

�Mhmmm...� he head bobbed up and down in affirmation as he shifted into a more comfortable position for sleeping.

Before I knew it, we were both asleep, but we woke up throughout the night. I don't think he remembers, but we continued to intimately explore each other's bodies. If he does remember in the morning, I hope he doesn�t hate me. After thinking it over, I figured out that I was using Edward to partially relive my time M�es. But, M�es is gone from this world, and there�s no bringing him back, no matter how much I wanted it. We had met a few times after he had gotten married, but after Elysia came to be, our intimacy regretfully came to an end.

�-�-�-�-�

I was awakened by Edward crawling all over me. Maybe he does remember how we made love more than once last night. But, I�m too tired right now for anything more, so I throw a pillow at him when he purrs at me. I know we had a conversation of sorts, but my sleepiness kept me from retaining the content. after a few minutes of pestering me, we both finally doze off once more.

I woke again a short while later when the sun peeked through my curtains and assaulted my eyes. To get away from the light, I turned over, my arm landing on something warm. My sleep-clouded mind tld me it was Edward and my eyes confirmed it when I cracked one open. �It�s almost time to go...� I mumbled, nuzzling the vulnerable neck. �We never got our shower last night, and I do need to get cleaned up for work this morning.� Sighing, I rolled out of bed and stretched, my arms held above my head. I shivered slightly in the chilly air of my room. Well, if I have to be cold, Edward can suffer with me. I bent over and grabbed his wrists. �Come on sleepyhead. Rise and shine!�

My blond companion complained as I tugged on his arms. �All right. All right. I�m up,� he hisses when he places his feet on the floor. I can see the look on his face that states he would rather go back to bed. I won�t let him, so I gather his clothes and hand them to him before he has a chance to dive back under the blankets.

Ed took the clothes from me and shuffled to the bathroom. By his gait, I could tell how sore he was, and I flinched a little inside at the thought. I remembered my first time bottoming for M�es, and how tender I was afterward. I shake my head and pull open a few drawers to dig around for clothes prior to making my way into the bathroom. There I find Ed staring into space and acting like he�s asleep on his feet. I place my clothes on the counter next to the sink and relive Edward of his cloth burden before opening the shower, where I reach in and turn the taps. While I wait for the water to warm up enough to bathe, I hear Edward laugh behind me.

His chuckle caught me off guard since I thought he was still asleep. �What?� I turned around and studied my lover, my eyes traveling over his compact body. He was muscular without being disgustingly so. And now that I wasn�t so preoccupied, I saw that what I had thought was a tan really was simply naturally dark skin. It must be a trait from his hometown in the east. �Nice,� I smirked lecherously, but I knew I try to not do anything this morning. There really wasn�t enough time for playing around.

�Whatever. I�m first,� The blond growled as he pushed past me and into the shower, snaring as the hot water touched his skin. �What are you doing?� he shrieked as he moved aside to give me room to enter.

I reach for the blue bottle that holds my shampoo and squirt some into my hand after popping open the top. �Sorry Edward. No time for turns, I have to get ready for work.�

�Is that shampoo?� He asked, almost making me comment on the absurdity of his question. His brain must still be asleep.

I glanced down at the puddle in my palm and chuckled when an evil though crossed my mind. �Yes it is.� I replaced the bottle on the shelf and ran my hand over his hair, getting the shampoo into his golden tresses. Before he can react, I�m working my fingers into his hair, being sure to scrub his scalp well.

�Damn it. I can wash my own hair,� Edward struck my hands away and took over where he made me stop.

Well, I guess I was treating him like a child, but I only wanted to touch him some more. It was like he had become a drug I was now addicted to. I had told myself not to start anything, but he was so close and so tempting. I reminded myself of my earlier resolution. �Fine. You work on the hair, and I�ll work elsewhere.� I reached behind me for the washcloth and the bar of sop. After I had worked up a lather, I began to scrub his chest and abdomen with quick strokes.

�Hey!� he lowered his arms in a sort of self defense. I wasn�t scrubbing him that hard, was I? If I was, I certainly didn�t mean to, I was only trying to deny myself the privilege of another drawn out sexual encounter with him so close to the time I needed to leave.

�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,� I lay off on my harsh ministrations to his body.

�I can find my own way home,� he insisted.

I leaned over and kissed him. �I�m sorry. I really wanted to see you home though.�

He returned the kiss, catching off guard once again and making my hormones flow before turning away, breathless. �Damn it.� he muttered.

�Edward?� I inquired, worried about his erratic behavior.

�It�s nothing,� he shrugged, turning away from me, and resumed washing his hair. I turn the washcloth on my own body, being sure to get the semen, which was quickly absorbing the shower water, off my skin. I can�t believe I fell asleep like this. �It wasn�t supposed to be like this,� I heard him mumble, so I turned my attention to him again and gently wash his back.

�Edward, please tell me you don�t have any regrets,� I�m saddened by the way he�s acting. �I don�t.� I don�t regret sleeping with him. My only regret is that I kept subconsciously comparing him to M�es, the only other man I had been with before.

Edward closed his eyes and thought for a moment. �I don�t regret it. I just... I don�t know how I feel now. I�m confused,� he answered quietly. �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.��

The blond squeaked as I pulled him into an embrace, wrapping my arms around his waist. �That�s understandable Edward.� I kissed his neck below his ear, knowing all too well how it feels to have hormones that you�ve only just allowed yourself to realize you have.

The kiss evolved into me sucked on his delicious skin. �Colonel...� He moaned, shivering. �I thought... you were in a hurry...�

I could feel my self control flying out the window. He wanted it. I wanted it. There was no way I could stop now, I had already gone too far this morning. �Well, I have a pretty flawless attendance record. I think I can afford to be a little late,� I breathed in his ear and slid my arms down his supple body, tickling my way toward his crotch. The sound of his panting was driving me wild, making me need him again. My current lust for him was insatiable. We moaned in stereo when I caressed his erection and cupped his heavy sac with my free hand, squeezing gently.

�Colonel...�

�Roy, Edward. Call me Roy,� I ground against his lower back, reveling in the friction there. I stopped what I was doing long enough to lift his arms and place his hands against the wall before resuming my actions with his throbbing member. �May I?� I asked, my voice breaking. I don�t think I had ever needed anyone as badly as I needed the teen standing in front of me. I rubbed my hard on against him again.

He moaned in response. �Yes,� he panted. �Yes, please...� I stopped stroking him and placed a hand on his hip while my other hand sneaked its way between his thighs. I sped up the strokes as I pushed a finger inside, aiming for that sweet bundle of nerves buried inside his body. I enjoyed the sounds he was making as I worked my way up to three fingers. It didn�t take very long for him to be ready, considering we had spent the half the night with me inside him.

�Roy!� I almost lost it when he started crying out for more. Just listening and watching him was almost enough for me to reach my climax. I pushed my need for completion aside and stroked his erection harder, smiling at his reactions. he fisted his hands and was using the wall to support his weight.

Once I felt he had enough teasing, I removed my fingers and replaced them with my neglected member in preparation for what we both wanted. �Ready?� I asked, only receiving a nod in response. I wrapped my arms around his hips, picking him up, and pushed in, delighting in the feeling of him surrounding me. I was reminded again of how much I had missed the sensation.

Edward stood on his toes in order to help relieve the strain on my back from having to stoop as much as I did to penetrate. I didn�t mind that too much, our height difference was mostly in our torsos, rather than our legs. �Ooh... This is... Oh... So much better than... Nnnn... Last night,� He whimpered huskily as he shuddered from our contact. He�s heavy, I realized as I continue to hold onto him, keeping him upright. Again, I don�t mind. It�s just part of his charm. I pumped in and out of him, increasing my speed as the minutes passed. I had been so close already, but, now that I had the young blond in my arms, I felt myself edging ever closer to my peak.

After a few minutes, I slowed and pounded Edward with a couple hard thrusts, erupting into his warmth. My hand jerked him a few more times, and he joined me in the orgasm, his come splashing on the wall and running down the drain. Unable to hold up both of us, I collapsed, with him sitting in my lap, still impaled on my softening penis.

�Now, we really need to get ready to go,� I begin washing him in earnest, trying to make up the time lost in our latest bout of love making.

After we finished our shower, I offered him some breakfast, but he declined. The young alchemist used my own excuse against me, stating that we were already running late and he could eat at his dorm. I grudgingly agreed, and led him to my car. I didn�t want tp part this morning, but the rational side of my mind told me that it wasn�t like we�d never see each other again. We�re colleagues, friends. And now, more than friends, I hoped.
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