THE SCROLL OF DEADALUS
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chapter 3
Didn\'t want to leave all of you \"unsatisfyed\" for too long!!!
I will try to get this done and posted before 9-week midterms.
Please let me know what you think - this is my first-ever slashfic!!
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Chapter 3
Edward’s breathing hitched and he was soon panting with need, writhing on the floor, rubbing his cock against the smooth wood to somehow get some kind of relief.
Pinned the way he was he couldn’t get his hands down below his waist. Any release would only come if Mustang allowed it.
Tears welled up in Edward’s eyes. He couldn’t stand it any longer. “Please…”
“You are enjoying this aren’t you, Edward?”
“Yes…” Edward admitted the shame of it making his face go crimson. He was thankful Mustang couldn’t see the effect he was having on him. “Please just finish this already!”
“You are always so impatient,” Mustang purred as he continued tending to his own needs. “Don’t worry, your time will come.”
Edward moaned and the floor where his auto-mail hand lay was broken from the pressure of his attempts to grab onto something – anything – to relieve the tension.
His body was on fire and he could do nothing to quench the blaze. He was completely at the mercy of the Colonel and Edward despised him for doing this to him.
He hated him because he was better off not knowing how good it felt to be touched. Mustang had stolen his ignorance as well as his innocence and Edward would never
forgive him for it. It was not going to be possible for him to go back to business as usual. He was going to want to do this again, to feel this way again….
When Edward felt Mustang’s light feathery touch on his straining cock he cried out in ecstasy digging his fingers into the wood floor beneath him.
He was clutching a chunk of the floor in his metal hand and his back arched like an angry cat when Mustang gave him the release he needed so desperately.
He came hard and fast spilling his seed in a puddle on the floor. He could feel deep inside him a warm feeling as Mustang reached climax.
Mustang pulled Edward up onto his knees and held him close nuzzling the nape of his neck.Edward was too spent to move. If Mustang weren’t holding him up he
would have collapsed like a pile of Jell-O on the floor. He could not remember the last time he did anything that left him feeling this exhausted.
It was as though Mustang had found a way to drain him of all his energy.
“Can’t move?” Mustang inquired knowing full well what the answer would be.
“What did you do to me?” Edward barely had the strength to ask.
“This,” the Colonel replied and caressed Edward’s already sensitive cock making the young Alchemist gasp as though an electric shock ran though him.
It was too soon for him to begin anew but Edward realized his body now craved something he did not and he had to get away and get away now.
Edward broke free from Mustang, his sudden movements making him gasp again as the mixture of pleasure and pain raked though his body when his actions forced
Mustang’s cock out of his anus. He pulled his pants up quickly and once again made a desperate race for the door. This time Edward made his escape.
He burst into the hallwayand down the corridor running blindly not caring where he was going or if anyone saw him go by. He didn’t stop until he found a bathroom
and he went in not caring if it was the girl’s room or the boy’s. Edward stumbled though the door and collapsed in a heap by the sink. It had taken what little reserves
he had left to get him to this point and for some reason he felt safe in the small cold dark room. His hand trembled as he reached for the spigot to turn on the water.
The cold water felt good and he stuck his whole head under the faucet allowing the water to run in rivulets down his head, face and neck. Edward had no idea how long
he sat there soaking his head but when he finally stopped he was drenched to the waist. He pulled off his wet jacket and shirt and sat on the tile floor bare chested.
The cold tile under his ass greatly eased the pain he was feeling down there and Edward massaged his shoulder where metal arm met flesh. He was cold, tired and his
stomach’s growling added hungry to this list. However, he was tired more than anything else and Edward looked around for hidden spot where he could curl up and grab
a nap. A small area by a mirror that looked like it was designed as a make-up counter seemed the best bet and Edward curled up under that counter falling into an
exhausted slumber.
****************8
Alphonse was much better at reading people than his older brother and he knew from Colonel’s Mustang’s expression and tone that Edward was in serious trouble.
It wasn’t the first time his brother had screwed up. Edward was far from a model soldier but he usually obeyed orders, although how he completed the tasks assigned
to him would not always be “by the book”. But this was the first time Al could recall his brother boldly defying an order given to him by the Colonel. From what he knew
about the Army, Ed could go to jail for that.
Or was it the brig? Bad Army people don’t go to jail, do they? Al wondered.
He wanted to follow Edward but he knew better. His brother might get in more trouble if he tried to interfere. Al didn’t want that. But he didn’t want Edward to go to
jail – the brig – either. His brother had a valid reason for not doing what he was told to do. Al was sure Edward was going to try to explain to the Colonel why he didn’t
follow his orders. If Ed tells the Colonel what that scroll does, he should understand why we couldn’t make a copy of it, Al thought to himself. The thing is evil.
The Colonel wouldn’t want us to make some thing…would he?
Al continued doing the research he and Edward has started hours ago. There were lots of books in the library but they weren’t very well organized. It was just
by luck they had found this cache of books all about the work of Nicolas Flamel and the Philosopher’s Stone. So far everything they had read was just repeats
of things they already knew. No new clues but, then again, they had only begun their search. He went through the stack of books Edward had started on and
was halfway through them when sleep over took him.
“So, this is where you’ve been all night!” a woman’s voice accused in a friendly tone and Alphonse’s head jerked up with a start. It was Major Hawkeye and she
stood a few feet away with her rifle slung over her shoulder looking genuinely pleased to see him.
“Um, yeah, I guess,” Alphonse stammered as he began to wake up more fully. “What time is it?”
“A little after oh-nine-hundred,” she said.
Nine O’clock? Al looked around. There was no sign of Edward. His red coat was still where he’d left it lying on the floor. It had gotten a little hot and stuffy
and he had taken it off to use as a cushion to make sitting for many hours more comfortable. The fact it was still lying there meant Edward hadn’t come back
from wherever it was he went with Colonel Mustang.
“Have you seen Ed?” Alphonse asked the Major.
“No, I haven’t,” Hawkeye replied. “Actually, I was looking for Colonel Mustang. No one has seen him since a little after oh-two-hundred last night.”
“He’s…gone?” Alphonse asked sounding a little concerned.
“I don’t know,” she said. “He wouldn’t leave here without telling us. He knows protocol better than anyone. No, I think he’s just passed out someplace and forgot
to radio in he was going to take a sleep break. I’ll probably find him like I just found you – curled up under a pile of books!”
If Alphonse had been capable of showing any facial expression he would have been grinning. The image of the Colonel curled up like a dog around a stack
of books was just too funny. “If you see my brother, tell him I’m looking for him.”
“Sure thing.”
She took off leaving Alphonse to his research.
Alphonse was done reading for the moment. He got up, scooped up Edward’s red jacket, and went off to find his missing brother.
~~~~~~~~~~~
more to come...
I will try to get this done and posted before 9-week midterms.
Please let me know what you think - this is my first-ever slashfic!!
=============================================
Chapter 3
Edward’s breathing hitched and he was soon panting with need, writhing on the floor, rubbing his cock against the smooth wood to somehow get some kind of relief.
Pinned the way he was he couldn’t get his hands down below his waist. Any release would only come if Mustang allowed it.
Tears welled up in Edward’s eyes. He couldn’t stand it any longer. “Please…”
“You are enjoying this aren’t you, Edward?”
“Yes…” Edward admitted the shame of it making his face go crimson. He was thankful Mustang couldn’t see the effect he was having on him. “Please just finish this already!”
“You are always so impatient,” Mustang purred as he continued tending to his own needs. “Don’t worry, your time will come.”
Edward moaned and the floor where his auto-mail hand lay was broken from the pressure of his attempts to grab onto something – anything – to relieve the tension.
His body was on fire and he could do nothing to quench the blaze. He was completely at the mercy of the Colonel and Edward despised him for doing this to him.
He hated him because he was better off not knowing how good it felt to be touched. Mustang had stolen his ignorance as well as his innocence and Edward would never
forgive him for it. It was not going to be possible for him to go back to business as usual. He was going to want to do this again, to feel this way again….
When Edward felt Mustang’s light feathery touch on his straining cock he cried out in ecstasy digging his fingers into the wood floor beneath him.
He was clutching a chunk of the floor in his metal hand and his back arched like an angry cat when Mustang gave him the release he needed so desperately.
He came hard and fast spilling his seed in a puddle on the floor. He could feel deep inside him a warm feeling as Mustang reached climax.
Mustang pulled Edward up onto his knees and held him close nuzzling the nape of his neck.Edward was too spent to move. If Mustang weren’t holding him up he
would have collapsed like a pile of Jell-O on the floor. He could not remember the last time he did anything that left him feeling this exhausted.
It was as though Mustang had found a way to drain him of all his energy.
“Can’t move?” Mustang inquired knowing full well what the answer would be.
“What did you do to me?” Edward barely had the strength to ask.
“This,” the Colonel replied and caressed Edward’s already sensitive cock making the young Alchemist gasp as though an electric shock ran though him.
It was too soon for him to begin anew but Edward realized his body now craved something he did not and he had to get away and get away now.
Edward broke free from Mustang, his sudden movements making him gasp again as the mixture of pleasure and pain raked though his body when his actions forced
Mustang’s cock out of his anus. He pulled his pants up quickly and once again made a desperate race for the door. This time Edward made his escape.
He burst into the hallwayand down the corridor running blindly not caring where he was going or if anyone saw him go by. He didn’t stop until he found a bathroom
and he went in not caring if it was the girl’s room or the boy’s. Edward stumbled though the door and collapsed in a heap by the sink. It had taken what little reserves
he had left to get him to this point and for some reason he felt safe in the small cold dark room. His hand trembled as he reached for the spigot to turn on the water.
The cold water felt good and he stuck his whole head under the faucet allowing the water to run in rivulets down his head, face and neck. Edward had no idea how long
he sat there soaking his head but when he finally stopped he was drenched to the waist. He pulled off his wet jacket and shirt and sat on the tile floor bare chested.
The cold tile under his ass greatly eased the pain he was feeling down there and Edward massaged his shoulder where metal arm met flesh. He was cold, tired and his
stomach’s growling added hungry to this list. However, he was tired more than anything else and Edward looked around for hidden spot where he could curl up and grab
a nap. A small area by a mirror that looked like it was designed as a make-up counter seemed the best bet and Edward curled up under that counter falling into an
exhausted slumber.
****************8
Alphonse was much better at reading people than his older brother and he knew from Colonel’s Mustang’s expression and tone that Edward was in serious trouble.
It wasn’t the first time his brother had screwed up. Edward was far from a model soldier but he usually obeyed orders, although how he completed the tasks assigned
to him would not always be “by the book”. But this was the first time Al could recall his brother boldly defying an order given to him by the Colonel. From what he knew
about the Army, Ed could go to jail for that.
Or was it the brig? Bad Army people don’t go to jail, do they? Al wondered.
He wanted to follow Edward but he knew better. His brother might get in more trouble if he tried to interfere. Al didn’t want that. But he didn’t want Edward to go to
jail – the brig – either. His brother had a valid reason for not doing what he was told to do. Al was sure Edward was going to try to explain to the Colonel why he didn’t
follow his orders. If Ed tells the Colonel what that scroll does, he should understand why we couldn’t make a copy of it, Al thought to himself. The thing is evil.
The Colonel wouldn’t want us to make some thing…would he?
Al continued doing the research he and Edward has started hours ago. There were lots of books in the library but they weren’t very well organized. It was just
by luck they had found this cache of books all about the work of Nicolas Flamel and the Philosopher’s Stone. So far everything they had read was just repeats
of things they already knew. No new clues but, then again, they had only begun their search. He went through the stack of books Edward had started on and
was halfway through them when sleep over took him.
“So, this is where you’ve been all night!” a woman’s voice accused in a friendly tone and Alphonse’s head jerked up with a start. It was Major Hawkeye and she
stood a few feet away with her rifle slung over her shoulder looking genuinely pleased to see him.
“Um, yeah, I guess,” Alphonse stammered as he began to wake up more fully. “What time is it?”
“A little after oh-nine-hundred,” she said.
Nine O’clock? Al looked around. There was no sign of Edward. His red coat was still where he’d left it lying on the floor. It had gotten a little hot and stuffy
and he had taken it off to use as a cushion to make sitting for many hours more comfortable. The fact it was still lying there meant Edward hadn’t come back
from wherever it was he went with Colonel Mustang.
“Have you seen Ed?” Alphonse asked the Major.
“No, I haven’t,” Hawkeye replied. “Actually, I was looking for Colonel Mustang. No one has seen him since a little after oh-two-hundred last night.”
“He’s…gone?” Alphonse asked sounding a little concerned.
“I don’t know,” she said. “He wouldn’t leave here without telling us. He knows protocol better than anyone. No, I think he’s just passed out someplace and forgot
to radio in he was going to take a sleep break. I’ll probably find him like I just found you – curled up under a pile of books!”
If Alphonse had been capable of showing any facial expression he would have been grinning. The image of the Colonel curled up like a dog around a stack
of books was just too funny. “If you see my brother, tell him I’m looking for him.”
“Sure thing.”
She took off leaving Alphonse to his research.
Alphonse was done reading for the moment. He got up, scooped up Edward’s red jacket, and went off to find his missing brother.
~~~~~~~~~~~
more to come...