It Wasn't Anything

Chapter 2

The Mousetrap

It was early afternoon when Ed finally felt like peeling himself out from under his sheets. His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth and his head felt like someone was hammering inside it. Rising slowly, he placed his head into his hands. The only reason he was getting up at all was he could no longer ignore the pangs of hunger ravaging his gut. His head shrieked as he heard his brother talking to him.

“Brother? You’re up? Are you hungry? Do you need some help?” Al had been waiting patiently all day, eager to hear what had happened the night before.

“Shh, Al, tone it down a little.” Ed scraped his tongue along dry lips. “Is there any water? I need some water.” He attempted to collect himself as he climbed to the edge of his twin bed, pressed against the wall. He heard his brother rush off, metal clanking as he went, pounding in his head.

After a few minutes, Al returned with a glass of water and handed it to his hung-over brother, still in his bed. “Here you go. Tell me what happened last night. I want to know everything.” His excitement caused him to tap from one metal foot to the other.

Ed winced as he took the water and gulped down most of it in one breath. “Frankly, Al, I don’t think I remember much.” Suddenly, a very memorable occurrence assaulted his memories. Eyes widening, his posture straightened and he stared straight at his brother’s helmeted eyes.

“What?” Al asked, impatiently.

In desperation, Ed tried to attach some sort of understanding to the memory of Roy kissing him, fondling him, of his intense desire to remain with the Colonel last night. Oh no, he didn’t do that, did he? he wondered, internally kicking himself. His shock turned to anger as the only suitable explanation was that Mustang had taken advantage of the situation. But why the hell would Mustang take advantage of him? Pay attention to him, like that? There was a host of drunken women in the pub last night. Why didn’t Mustang turn his attentions to any one of them? Why him? The thought that Mustang might actually like him was disturbing, yet encouraging somehow.

“What?” Al seemed agitated he wasn’t getting any information.

“Huh? I-I don’t remember. Nothing happened. We all just got drunk and celebrated, that’s all.” Ed's irritation showed in his voice. He just wanted Al to shut up and leave him alone. There was a lot to think about and he had to get food, now. He saw his brother’s metal body slump a bit out of the corner of his eye. He knew he’d won for the time being.

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Ed lay in bed, his bent arms tucked up under his pillow, gazing at his ceiling, thinking about how the day had gone. It had turned torturous, it seemed, as he'd wrestled with his memories, his imagination, and his intentions. His mind focused on Roy Mustang all day, while he ate and while he tried to finish some reading. He couldn’t get Mustang’s touch off his skin and found himself fantasizing about their encounter many times.

No one had ever touched him like that, he mused. Hell, he’d never really even kissed anyone before. The thought was a little embarrassing, seeing how he'd just turned eighteen. What a loser, he thought, with a sigh.

Many times he'd decided to go to Mustang's house and confront him, but his nerve faltered and he’d gone back to his books. His brother had eyed him suspiciously. Ed knew Al had just wanted a better review of the party. But with all the energy he’d devoted to Mustang, he'd been afraid he’d let something slip. He didn’t think his brother would understand anyway. Turning to his side, Ed closed his eyes and let sleep take him.

Ed found himself back in the pub's hallway. Roy’s lips were devouring his neck, sending shivers down his spine. He felt the delicious sensation of a hand between his legs, stroking. Waves of pleasure rolled through his body as his hips rocked forward. He glanced toward the pub.

Riza turned the corner, gun drawn. “Leave the Colonel alone, Ed. What’s the matter with you? Are you a freak?” she yelled, finger on the trigger.

Raising his arms to Roy's chest, Ed halfheartedly pushed at the Colonel, but the sensitivity of his erection was escalating at a rapid pace. His climax was near, beckoning to him. He craved it, not wanting it to stop. He couldn’t speak. He could only watch and rock his hips, losing himself in sweet friction, as Riza fired her weapon.

Eyes fluttering open, Ed thrust into empty sheets, gasping as he reached down to stroke his pulsing length before the delicious contractions slowed. He let out a soft moan while his palm stroked hard, sending sticky fluid between his fingers. When it stopped, he froze, still panting, horrified to think his brother might have witnessed his wet dream. Turning slowly, terrified and ashamed, he scanned the room for shiny metal. “Oh, thank God.” The room was empty.

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Edward stormed the hallways of Central headquarters, red robe billowing behind him. He was on a quest. It was about time the Colonel explained himself. He was fed up with the way he’d been harassed and brushed off, let alone the fact that the one doing it was his superior officer. Wasn’t there a law against this kind of abuse? He stomped into the Colonels office, slammed the door, and slapped his gloved hands on the top of Mustangs wooden desk, glaring holes into the back of his dark head. “Goddamn-it, Mustang, you’re a fucking pervert. You took advantage of me when I was, I was drunk.”

Mustang slowly turned in his large leather chair, a grin played on his face. He knew better. “What’s that Fullmetal? You didn’t like getting jerked off the other night? Could’ve fooled me.” He snickered.

Ed wasn’t ready to have it spelled out to him that way. Eyes wide, he took a step back, not sure if he was hurt or angrier than when he’d come in. “I was drunk, you bastard. What right did you have to do, that, to me?” His voice rang off the walls of Roy's office.

“Well, Ed, it’s not like you have a girlfriend to take care of it. I’ll bet you’ve never even been kissed. Am I right?” Roy already knew the answer by the flush spreading across Edward's cheeks. Standing up, Mustang strolled toward his now silent subordinate.

Lowering his face, Ed clenched and unclenched his fists. He felt a flurry of emotions spreading through his body, rage, shame, and self-loathing. This was something beyond his comprehension. He willed himself to pull his anger to the forefront. At least it could give him strength to fight his growing compulsion to tackle the Colonel and smother him under his lips.

He felt himself start to shake as the Colonel’s hands grabbed hold of his arms. “S-stop it Mustang. Y-you can’t get away with it this time.” His words stumbled out. Don't look up, he thought. If he did he’d be lost.

“Hmmm, what makes you think I’d do that again?" Roy smirked. " You’ve been thinking about it, haven’t you? Remembering it. Wanting it,” Roy said softly against Ed’s ear while his hand brushed the side of Ed’s cheek, pushing away a lock of golden hair.

Ed’s head tilted in response to Roy's touch, ever so slightly.

Roy heard Ed’s breathing quicken. He could see the front of Ed’s black pants tighten. “Did you also fantasize about me, Edward? What did I do to you in your dreams?” He brushed his lips against Ed's earlobe, letting them rest against it for a moment.

A shiver ran from Ed’s ear straight down to the swelling appendage in his groin. He stifled a moan in his throat. How could this be happening again? Why was he allowing it? “This, is, wrong, Mustang,” he said, in-between heavy breaths. He found himself craving the feel of the Roy's lips, his touch on his skin. He tried in desperation to keep his head from rising, his eyes from roaming Roy’s face and resting on his mouth. He licked his lips in anticipation.

Roy saw the craving on his victim’s face. What a sweet reward for the risk he assumed the other night. Leaning forward, he placed his lips just short of Ed’s, relishing the fact that Ed pushed forward to meet them, ever so slightly. But he wouldn’t let them touch, not yet. He spoke in a gentle and sensual voice to his young would-be lover. “On the contrary, Edward, this sort of thing has been going on for centuries. At one time, it was commonplace for boys to learn about sex from older men. It prepared them for their wedding night.”

Roy saw Ed’s brows furrow as the words gained entrance into his obviously wavering mind. Roy kept his lips close, but just out of reach, wanting for Ed to be the one to finally close the gap. One hand rested on Ed’s shoulder, the other still placed a light caress on his cheek.

Ed felt dizzy. The Colonel's words floated through his ears. The soft stroking on his cheek mesmerized him. The aching pain from his erection needed to be addressed, somehow. He tried to make sense of the situation, searching for something to make his feelings acceptable. So it was normal for him to want another man? It was okay to let this older, more experienced man, show him the pleasures of the flesh? He wasn’t a freak? No. He wasn’t a freak.

In haste, he pushed his head forward, tasting the delicious convergence of the Colonels mouth on his. Parting his lips, he let his tongue explore the depths of the Colonel’s kiss. He moaned, pressing his length against Roy's thigh. A wave of pleasure rushed his system, feeding his need. “Sh-show me.” He drew back only to take a deep breath.

A faint smile played on Mustang's lips. He had exactly what he wanted. But this wasn't the proper place or time. Besides, he knew it’d be sweeter if they waited. He drew back from Ed's urgent kisses. “Ed, we can’t do this here. Someone might hear us or suspect. Why don’t you drop by my house tonight?” Stepping back, he held Ed at arms length, drinking in his need.

Ed was shocked at the sudden change of events. He’d allowed himself to be receptive to the Colonel and now he felt shunned. His anger reinserted itself into his emotional armaments. “Damn you, Mustang. You had your chance.” Yanking free of the Colonel’s hold, he stomped towards the door. As he turned the knob, he paused for a second, taking in the Colonel’s last words, wishing Mustang would call him back.

“Until later then.” Roy's voice teased. He knew full well of Ed’s intent.

Opening the door, Ed entered the hallway. He was furious with the way he handled the situation with Mustang. His erection ached with a craving he wasn't accustomed to. It possessed him. He strode into the restroom and locked himself inside a stall. Quickly unbuckling his belt, he threw it to the floor. He unfastened his pants and shoved the zipper down. Thrusting his flesh hand into the velvety area surrounding his swollen and pulsing erection, he squeezed hard on himself. Letting out a loud gasp, a rush of sensation caused him to fall against the inside of the metal wall.

As he began to stroke fast and hard on his length, he became lost in the images of Mustang kissing him, fondling him, sucking on him. Craving something more, he quickly removed his hand, spit an ample amount of saliva into it, and almost buckled when the slick stroke of his palm came down on him again. He moaned and thrust his hips into it, feeling his climax rushing to the surface.

He didn’t want to sit on the floor of the restroom. It would add a further sense of degradation to his already fragile ego. But the force of his climax removed any remaining control from his already shaky legs and down he went, slowly sliding his back against the cold metal wall while contractions sent delicious sparks of pleasure through his body. He bit his lip to muffle moans while his seed erupted out of him into warm digits.

He sat on the floor next to the toilet for a moment, trying to salvage what was left of his broken self-esteem. How did everything get so crazy? On Friday, he thought he knew who he was and what he wanted in life. By Sunday, he questioned his sexual orientation and his identity along with it. He didn’t want to go to Mustang’s house tonight, but he knew he would. He was drawn to the Colonel like a mouse to a mousetrap.