Shiver

Chapter 3

The Assignment

Holy crap, he said it. I tried to stop him, but there was just no stopping Fullmetal when he had his mind set on something. I knew that. I know my response was somewhat substandard, but what else could I say? I've known about his little obsession with me for years, but I purposely never allowed anything to happen, he was just a kid. I suddenly felt a like a dirty old man.

I lifted my head and gazed into his eyes, God I hoped he wasn't crying again. I don't think I could take seeing tears fall down his beautiful cheeks a second time. At least there was some stubble on them and they weren't so chubby anymore, so I didn't feel quite as old and perverted. I had to say something meaningful, it was obvious he was still waiting for something more, something solid from me.

"Roy? D-don't you fe—"

I kissed him quickly, I didn't know how I felt and I wasn't about to let him push me into saying something I didn't mean. Sure, there was definitely something there, why else would I have finally dragged him to my house. Well, maybe drag wasn't the right word. He came more than willingly. But I didn't deserve someone like him, so pure, so driven, so perfect, no not like him. What I deserved was to spend the rest of my life going out on meaningless dates, spending my time with women who only saw a rank, a power, money.

I pulled away after deepening the kiss. He'd closed his eyes again. I had him wrapped around my finger; it was so obvious. He'd do anything I asked, especially now. But, what exactly did I want him to do? I don't know, maybe just be with me, for a while. Make an old veteran happy for a few hours.

I watched as his eyes slowly opened after I'd left my mark on him again, he looked confused. I would be if I were in his shoes. I really had to say something. We had to have this conversation. There was no denying it. "Ed, let's just let it be, okay? Let's just enjoy what we have, right now."

Ed frowned. It seemed like he was about to speak then thought better of it.

I looked him over, what did I want with him anyway? Nothing good could come of this. I knew that. But still, I did like the feel of him underneath me, against me, surrounding me. It gave me an idea. "Ed, what would you do for me?"

He appeared puzzled. "Well, just about anything, I suppose. What do you want?"

I smiled, despite my devious and terrible idea. "You, Ed, I want you. Is that okay?" Ed smiled and drew me close.

He liked hearing those words, just like I knew he would. I was a sick bastard, sick and perverted. But I had told the truth, I did want him, in fact, I realized, I only wanted him. What I wanted exactly from him, I wasn't entirely sure yet.

As we lay in bed, the seconds turned into minutes, and soon I heard Ed's deep breathing against my chest. I looked down at him to confirm my suspicions. He was asleep. I watched for a little while, with the wind howling outside my house. Finally, I woke him. I had to get him back to his dorm room and his brother.

Tenderly shaking his shoulders, I whispered, "Ed, wake up. You have to go home."

Ed's eyes fluttered open, then focused on my face. "Roy?"

He looked like an angel in my bed. It was a dangerous thing to think, but I thought it anyway. "Yeah?"

"Can't I just stay here, with you?"

I grinned. "No, not tonight. Maybe some other night, huh? I'm sure your brother will be waiting for you. He does still think we're at the pub, doesn't he?"

Ed huffed. "He'll be okay. I could call him?" Ed wore the look of hope.

"Ed, I really think you should go home tonight." I kissed his forehead, just a little nudge to make him see my point of view.

"All right. But, when can I see you again? I mean . . . " Ed seemed confused all of a sudden. "You said you wanted me, right?" He hid his face, as if he wasn't sure what my answer would be.

"Of course, I do. I'll see you tomorrow, at headquarters we—"

"That's not what I mean." Ed's eyes burned with anger.

How quickly he could turn. I always loved that about him. Laughing, I hushed him. "Stop it, Ed. Let me finish for once. I have a." I paused, how shall I put this. "I have a new assignment for you." I smirked.

"A new assignment? That's not what I was talking about either, Mustang!"

Chuckling at him, I patted his chest to get him to quiet. "Just listen for once. This new assignment, it involves you taking care of me." I raised my eyebrows at him, suggestively.

"What?" Ed was clearly puzzled.

"I'll send for you and then you can, take care of me, get it?"

Ed grinned, an idea raced behind his beautiful amber eyes. "Are you saying what I think you're saying? You want to do stuff with me at headquarters?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, why not. But, it has to be the way I want it, you have to do only what I say." I have no idea where this was coming from, but it sounded good. I'm a sick man. How could I resist having a new little, and I mean little, fuck toy? "You okay with the terms?"

Ed thought for a moment, gazing up at the ceiling. He turned his attentions toward me. "So, if I do exactly as you say, I'll get more of this?" Reaching down, Ed groped between my legs.

I was surprised by the grope. He was a little more wicked than I thought. Good. "Yes, precisely."

"Does this mean you have feelings for me?"

Oh crap, there was that damned question. "I uh, well, I uh."

"Do you?" He looked up at me, waiting, hoping for the answer he wanted to hear.

The longer I took to answer, the more desperate he looked. I had to say something.

Ed's eyes got shiny. His expression was pained.

I couldn't bear to see him cry again. "Uh, sure, I have feelings for you. I want you, don't I? You're here with me now, right? We have an arrangement." Would my answer be enough?

Ed shifted his gaze back to the ceiling. Sniffling, he rubbed at his eyes with the back of his flesh hand.

When he finally looked back at me, I felt my heart melting. Not good. "Come on, Ed, let's get you home." Climbing to the edge of the bed, I stood up. I reached down to my clothes and started dressing. I could see him doing the same out of the corner of my eye.

Once we were both dressed, I strode out to the kitchen in search of my phone. Picking it up, I dialed the cab company, the same one I'd used a thousand times before with female dates. As I waited through a couple of rings, arms suddenly surrounded my waist from behind.

I startled as the cab company picked up the phone.

"Yellow cab."

"Uh, hello?"

"Yes, can I help you?"

Ed squeezed. I could feel his forehead on my back. "Yeah, uh, I need a pick up, the Mustang residence." I knew they already had my address on file.

"You're not calling me a cab, are you?" Ed's voice was muffled in fabric.

"Sure, be there in five minutes."

I hung up the phone and turned around in Ed's embrace.

Ed gazed up at me, brows tensed in confusion. "Why aren't you taking me in your car?"

"Because, Ed, this is just easier. I have a lot to do tomorrow and I have to get to bed." I hugged him, hoping it would ease his fears. He was afraid, I could tell. Could I blame him?

As his head fell against my chest, I peered out the window over the kitchen sink. The dark blue hues of evening sat in the window frame. Lumps of shadows were all I could see of the bushes I knew were there. The house had darkened as well. "Come on."

Releasing Ed, I took his hand. I led him to the front door, flipping on a light switch along the way. At the door, I stopped, gazing down into his angelic face. Leaning in, I kissed him for a few minutes, maybe a bit too passionately. I felt his erection pressing against my thigh. Although, it was a good thing, he'd be perfect for the assignment, wouldn't he?

Lights flickered across the wall, signaling the arrival of the cab. I reluctantly drew back from him. "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow. I'll send for you."

Pouting, Ed reached for the door. He opened it and looked back at me. "Don't wait too long, tomorrow, okay?"

I smirked. "Never."

***

Throwing down the report I'd been reading onto my mahogany desk, I glanced up at the clock on my wall. It read ten o'clock. Perfect time for a little Fullmetal, I mused. I pushed the button on my black phone for the intercom. "Riza?"

"Yes, Colonel?"

"Will you have someone send in Fullmetal, please?" I was growing hard already, just thinking about what I was going to have him do.

"Of course."

Tapping my fingers on my desk, I waited. My erection was full and aching. I shifted uneasily in my black leather seat, pulling at the front of my blue military trousers to get more room. With my hand already down there, I figured, it couldn't hurt. I pressed on myself, sending a rush of pleasure through my body. My eyes closed when I ran the butt of my palm across it again, harder. Damn, he better hurry his little ass in here, I thought, snickering.

Panting, Ed appeared in my doorway, all dressed in his usual black. "You sent for me?"

I tried to smile. I was already so aroused; it was a hard thing to do. "Shut the door, and lock it."

Ed did as he was told, good little boy that he'd become. Watching him come toward me, I was already unbuckling my belt.

Standing in front of my desk, Ed looked like he didn't know which question to ask first.

"What are you waiting for, come over here." I turned my chair to the direction he came around to. My pants were completely opened.

Ed stood there, gawking. "Wh-what are you doing?"

"Here are the rules: first, no questions, second, do as you're told and only as you're told." I was breathing heavily. God, I wanted him.

"O-okay." Ed still just stood there, looking puzzled.

I grinned. Oh, what I would make him do. "Get down on your knees."

He did it, no objections, no comments, amazing.

"Come here, between my legs, on your knees." I sat back and watched him.

Ed came forward and stopped between my legs. He looked up at me.

Suddenly, I thought of something. What exactly had he done? "Ever given a blow-job, Ed?"

He shook his head. Gazing at my open trousers, desire flared in his eyes.

"Well, you're going to learn. Right now." I felt my erection harden even more, preparing itself to the surrounded by that virginal mouth. I pulled my member out of my pants and held it out for him.

Ed appeared to be studying it, licking his lips. Good boy.

"Okay, put your fist around it, at the base." Ed put a timid hand on my erection, but even this felt exquisite.

Ed looked back up at me, his breathing quickening.

"Put your mouth on it. Suck it and lick it, do whatever you want." I sat back and waited, watching.

Lowering his head, Ed ran his tongue up the underside of my erection. I felt the heat searing through me, making me moan, soft and low. "Keep going, Ed."

He licked again and again, getting faster. Moaning, he took me into his mouth and sucked hard, hand pumping in time with it.

I thrust upward, unable to remain still. He was good at this. I had a hard time believing he'd never done it.

Ed sucked and lapped, as if feeding an internal hunger. He began to writhe on the floor, not seeming to be sure what he should do with his automail hand. He groaned, as if pure desire controlled him.

I felt sweet tension building. He was coaxing my climax out of me, urgently, insistently. Beginning to shake, I knew I was close, only a few more thrusts.

Ed moaned loudly, driving his hips into nothing. Suddenly, his automail arm reached down, between his legs. I saw his brows tense. He was stroking himself.

"Stop it, Ed." I halted my thrusts.

Ed looked up at me, as if pained, panting. "What?"

Oh, I couldn't let him do that, could I? Not yet. That was mine, after all. "I didn't say you could touch yourself."

His expression changed to one of bewilderment. "What do you mean?"

I leaned forward and kissed his glistening forehead, brushing an errant lock of golden hair away. "You can only do what I say, and I didn't say you could touch yourself."

"B-but—"

"The rules, Ed, remember the rules." I sat back, satisfied, as he stifled his question. I waved my hand at him. "Come on, keep going."

Surprisingly obedient, he took me in his mouth again, with the same urgency as before. This love thing was definitely working out in my favor.

A gasp escaped my lips as pleasure racked by body once again. I thrust into his delicious mouth, feeling my desire build again. Trembling, I quickly became sensitive. Release was just under the surface. Suddenly, the tingling in my groin hummed. I felt the peak hit, unyielding and exquisite. I surged into Ed's mouth, not caring if he was ready for it. Spasms rocked me, each wave brought a new gasp of pleasure as Ed took it all in.

When it stopped, I looked down at my new toy, dazed. Sitting on his legs, a clear hard erection strained against his pants. His arousal was written all over his face.

As I gathered myself and fastened my pants, he continued to gaze at me, confused.

"What's the matter, Ed?" I sat forward, placing my elbows in my thighs, attempting to get down to his level.

"W-well, aren't you, I mean, we aren't." He looked frustrated.

"Oh, you mean you thought you were going to get yours?" I chuckled. He was right. I really was a bastard. But, I wanted him to wait. I wanted him primed for next time.

Anger flashed in his eyes. "Mustang, aren't you going to—"

"Uh ah, Ed. No questions, remember? Just do as you're told. Now, run along and get some work done." Turning my chair back around, I picked up the report I'd been reading.

Ed stood, carefully, and adjusted himself. He started to walk slowly toward the door.

"Ed?"

Turning, hope sprung into his eyes. "Yes?"

"No touching yourself now. You are mine, remember?" I chuckled. I couldn't help it, the rage and frustration in his face just made it all so sweet. Perfect, I had him. Finally.