FLAME vs. FULLMETAL REDUX

When Edward awakened he had a splitting headache. The cold compress on his forehead didn’t do much to relieve the pain. He yanked it off disgusted and looked around the room. He was lying on a sofa in what looked like someone’s room. He didn’t recognize anything but he knew he was somewhere on the base because the entire senior officer’s quarters had the same basic layouts. He heard the clatter of crockery coming from the kitchen so he wasn’t alone. Edward got up and made his way on shaky legs to the kitchen.

As Edward entered the small room Mustang commented, “About time you got up.”

“How did I get here?”

“You were carried. You’re a lot heavier than you look.”

“I used to weigh more,” Edward began as he parked himself on a chair at the kitchen table. “This composite auto-mail I have now weighs fifty percent less than the old stuff but has double the tensile strength. These limbs are a Beta test of a new composite-”

Mustang looked at him. “Speak English.”

“Don’t understand Geek, huh?” Edward jibed then continued, “Okay, here it is in simple words you Army clowns can get. I’m stronger, tougher and faster than before.”

“Could have fooled me.”

“When the fight became an endurance test rather than a test of SKILL I knew it was over,” Edward remarked. “Had it stayed in the realm of Alchemy it would have been YOU laying on that couch!”

“Hopefully you have better stamina when it comes to…other things,” Roy said leering at Edward.

“You really are an old pervert.”

“Like you never think about THAT,” Mustang challenged.

“Look, I like getting my ashes hauled as much as the next guy but I don’t dwell on it. Unlike you Mustang, I don’t live my life between my legs.”

Mustang laughed. Bedding this one was going to be fun, he thought to himself. Dredging his mind out of the sewer for a moment, Mustang changed the subject by saying, “Curious about my plans for you?”

“Well, if I’m not mistaken, I do recall something about potatoes…”

“Yes, well, that was just what you kids call trash talk. I never intended to give you a week of KP as your punishment for losing to me.”

“Oh? And was serving you breakfast while dressed like a French maid trash talk too?”

“Well, the breakfast part wasn’t but I changed my mind about the French maid outfit. I think you’re more of a corset kind of guy.”

“You got to be fucking kidding.”

Mustang closed the distance between then and when he was eye to flashing gold eyes with Edward he quipped, “Psyche!”

Edward rolled his eyes heavenward. Mustang chuckled softly and casually walked behind Edward’s chair. He began to gently massage Edward’s shoulders. Edward closed his eyes. It felt good and was making up for the throbbing in his head. “Do you have any aspirin?” he asked.

“No, I have something that works much better on pain,” Mustang said releasing Edward’s shoulders and making his way over to the bar. He pulled out a bottle of fifteen year old Scotch and a couple of glasses and proceeded to pour each of them two finger’s worth of the strong liquid. When he handed Edward his glass he said, “Acquiring a taste for Scotch shows you have breeding. However, knowing the difference between quality and rotgut shows you have intelligence. You may be a street rat but you do have a brain, Fullmetal. And because there is serious amounts of gray matter in that thick skull of yours I’m going to teach you about Scotch.”

Edward blinked at him. “Colonel, in case you forgot, I’m only sixteen. I shouldn’t even be HOLDING this glass let alone be drinking from it!”

“True, but I am sure you have heard of the term medicinal alcohol.” Edward nodded unsurely and Mustang continued, “That is medicinal considering your current state. And it is also a fifteen-year-old blend. I have a policy – nothing younger than fifteen years will ever touch these lips.”

Edward nearly dropped his glass. His brain twitched and would have hidden behind his cerebral cortex if it had the power to do so. The imagery conveyed by the Colonel’s last statement made Edward feel so dirty he just wanted to leave the room and soak in the shower for a day.

As calmly as he could Edward put down the glass of Scotch and rose from the table saying, “I think I’m going to go and light myself on fire now.”

Mustang caught Edward before he could go anywhere. “What is your problem?”

“Let’s just say I’m a very visual person. Words spoken to me convey images and what you just said about your favorite beverage is making me feel UNCLEAN! God dammit Mustang!”

It took a minute before Mustang realized what had Edward so twitchy and he burst out laughing. “And you have the nerve to call ME a pervert! You are just as Ecche as everyone else in our unit.”

“Look, my brain only goes down to the sewers when someone grabs it by the stem and drags it along kicking and screaming. I rarely go there voluntarily,” Edward informed him. “I only have so many brain cells. I like to keep them from things that make them explode.”

“Well, you have nothing to worry about then,” Mustang said. “I won’t be doing anything to make your head explode.” Other parts of you maybe but not your head, he added to himself.

Edward’s head throbbed and the pain made him glance down at the glass of brown liquid. He had to force the Scotch lesson out of his memory in order to even contemplate taking a sip from that glass. He steeled himself and then knocked back the entire thing in three gulps. Mustang gasped audibly at what he saw the young Alchemist do and Edward’s eyes bulged out in response to the searing sensation that went from his throat to his stomach. The fire that was burning in his esophagus was beginning to spread out to the rest of his body. The pain in his head was faded and was replaced by a warm dream-like feeling.

“Better?” Mustang queried as he subtly led Edward to the bedroom.

“Once you get past the turpentine smell and the paint thinner taste it’s not half bad,” Edward conceded. “Mind if I have another?”

This was going better than I thought, Mustang mused. However getting Edward drunk and having him pass out before the fun began was not a part of the plan. Mustang got Edward as far as sitting on the bed before he went to retrieve the bottle and their glasses. He poured a splash for Edward and handed it to him. Mustang shook his head in disbelief as Edward downed that glassful too.

“You are supposed to savor it, not slug it back like you’re doing shots,” Mustang corrected him.

“Well, I’m not used to savoring. When the guys get together to do drinking its either shots or doing shotguns,” Edward explained. When he saw the rather perturbed look on the Colonels face he added quickly, “I never got drunk, I swear. I’m dangerous enough sober. I know better than to get myself totally tanked. I might freak out and level the city!”

“Its good when a man knows his limitations,” Mustang allowed.

“True, and mine is actually lower than normal because of this,” he said indicating his Auto-mail limbs. “So I have to be careful.”

“So, Mister Elric, you drink when you are off duty. Do you smoke and wench too?”

“Actually you smoke AFTER you wench,” Edward pointed out and added quickly before Mustang could interject a thought, “But I don’t do either. Smoking is unhealthy and, well, I won’t be legal for another two years.”

“That matters to you? Being legal?”

“Um, no, but I don’t want someone’s good time to become their jail time. I am not a heartless bastard, unlike some people I know.”

The crack wasn’t long on Mustang who joined Edward on the edge of the bed. “I do have a heart,” he defended. He gently caressed the back of Edward’s neck under the braid adding, “It’s just gets misplaced every now and again.”

Edward looked up at him and was surprised when Roy’s hand gently caught his upturned face by the chin and the Colonel kissed him full on the mouth. Edward was speechless. Mustang smiled inwardly as he realized he had gotten what he desired; the Fullmetal Alchemist to be stunned silent. When Edward tried to open his mouth to protest, Mustang took this as an invitation and slipped his tongue into the boy’s open mouth.

Mustang took advantage of Edward’s shock and gently eased him down on to the bed. Edward lay there on his back too surprised to do anything while Mustang slipped his hand beneath the boy’s shirt and began to explore the supple hard body. Edward was a magnificent piece of work. There was not an ounce of fat on him and he smiled inwardly as the muscles beneath his roaming hand quivered under his touch.

When Mustang began tracing the sensitive seam on Edward’s chest where Auto-mail met flesh, Edward broke free of his lips and let out a long moan of pleasure. Edward’s leather pants were getting very tight and uncomfortable in a very sensitive area. Mustang let his hand continue to trace its path downward and when it connected with the straining bulge between Edward’s legs the young Alchemist sat up like a shot from a cannon.

“No!” Edward cried his face flushed and breathing hard from the intense sexual tension.

“There is no refusing, Edward,” Mustang told him as he tried to get him back down on the bed. “I won you fair and square.”

“THIS wasn’t part of the agreement!” Edward protested.

“Yes it was. Nothing endangering or illegal-“

“This IS illegal! I’m young enough to be your son!”

“If you are old enough to fight and die for your country, you are old enough to do THIS,” Mustang stated as he cupped Edward’s straining erection.

Edward gasped as his brain and body suddenly separated. He no longer had control of anything that was going on beneath his belt. Edward lay on his back and allowed himself to be sensuously stripped of all his clothing. Mustang had somewhere along the line shed his uniform but Edward had been too preoccupied with the startling sensations coming from all over his body to notice.

He could see why Mustang had such a bad reputation. He was GOOD at this. Edward had never felt anything so wonderful in his entire life. Every one of his nerve endings was tingling. Wherever Mustang touched him felt like a warm breeze was caressing it. He lay on his back with his eyes closed floating on a cloud enjoying the sensation of warm lips enveloping his rock hard member. His whole body was on fire and the sweat on his chest gave it a light sheen in the candlelight illuminating the room. The skilled tongue that was tracing his shaft brought him to ecstasy and Edward’s whole body spasmed with the force of his release.

Mustang drank deep enjoying the taste of his young lover. Although many people would turned off by Edward’s prosthetics, they didn’t bother Mustang in the least. If anything, they made the young Alchemist all the more exotic. While Edward lay there on the bed basking in the afterglow, Mustang reached into his dresser drawer for the tube of lubricant. Edward heard the drawer open and close and he rolled over onto his side to see what Mustang was doing.

He saw the tube of K-Y and knew what Mustang had in mind. Edward got a little pale. He wasn’t sure if he should risk losing face and admit he was a complete virgin or act as though he knew this was coming all along.

Edward opted for the first choice.

“Look, Colonel, I’ve…never done anything like this before,” Edward admitted.

“What? Been with a man?”

“Been with…anybody.”

Mustang looked up at him. “Really?” He leered at Edward remarking, “Looking like THAT I find it hard to believe you’re a virgin Edward.”

Edward blushed. He never thought of himself as attractive. He sat up and shoved his Auto-mail hand in Mustang’s face demanding, “You find THIS a turn on?”

Mustang took the hand saying, “Yes, but only because its attached to the rest of you.”

Edward was stunned. Mustang’s statement knocked all the wind out of his sails. In a quiet tone he asked, “How long have you felt this way about me?”

“A lot longer than was either right or proper,” Mustang admitted.

Edward looked away. His feeling for Mustang had always wavered between grudging acceptance to outright contempt. When he first joined Mustang’s unit, he thought the Colonel merely tolerated his presence because of his Alchemical skills and ability to solve difficult problems. The fact that he might actually LIKE him didn’t occur to Edward until he had been under Mustang’s command for a while. Edward was smart enough to know skill and savvy would not be enough to let you slide when it came to rule breaking. He was able to slide under the radar because the Colonel LET him.

And he let him because he liked him.

A lot.

Mustang joined Edward on the bed. He embraced the young Alchemist saying, “You are a rare find Edward Elric.”

Edward smiled slightly saying, “Guess I’m a huge jump from your usual bedtime fare.”

Mustang looked at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Up until now I had you pegged as the hole and a heartbeat kind of guy. Its nice to see you actually enjoy being with a lover who is capable of forming complete sentences.”

Mustang glared at him. “I do respect your mind Fullmetal but it’s your BODY I won in this challenge. So, its time for me to shut you up.”

Before Edward could reply Mustang silenced him with a searing kiss shoving him roughly back on the bed. Edward was soon pinned beneath his weight once again succumbing to the power of Mustang’s seductive charms. Edward’s innocence was his undoing. He had no way to force his mind to command his body to stop desiring the feel of Mustang’s touch. He allowed himself to be positioned so that Mustang could prepare his rear entrance. Edward moaned with pleasure as Mustang’s finger, one at a time slowly and sensuously, entered him. The skilled hands relaxed him so much that he was not as shocked and in pain as one would expect a first timer to be when Roy thrust his cock hard and deep into Edward’s ass.

The shock of being entered hard and fast made Edward gasp and the initial wave of pain gave way to exquisite waves of pleasure. Mustang was enjoying the sound of Edward’s voice as the boy moaned his pleasure in his ear. This was the only noise he wanted to hear out of the young Alchemist for the rest of the evening. The tightness around his cock was driving Mustang to distraction. Edward may be a virgin but his body seemed to know just what to do in response to the motion going on within it. Mustang was feeling himself getting clenched at all the right moments and he couldn’t remember ever being with anyone who made him feel this good.

Mustang paused from his own pleasurable pursuits to tend to his lover’s needs. Edward was too lost in the moment to take care of himself and it pleased Mustang to see he had this effect on Edward. His skilled hands working over Edward’s tense flesh made the youth cry out and his metal hand was digging into the covers beneath it so hard it was starting to tear. Mustang carefully orchestrated the moment so that both he and Edward would achieve ecstasy at almost the same moment.

Edward’s whole body tensed like a rod of steel for the split second he climaxed and then as his seed spilled forth covering his belly and chest his whole body went to jelly. While he lay there unable to move a moan of pleasure escaped his lips when he felt Mustang’s own climax fill his empty bowels with their warmth. When his body relaxed, Mustang slipped out of Edward and he joined him on the bed-stretching out beside him tracing the lines Edward’s hard muscles etched into his chest and abdomen.

Once the feeling began to return to his legs Edward said, “I need a shower.”

Roy kissed him. “You can have one if you can make it there under your own power.”

“It’s the cowboy who breaks the horse, not the other way around Mustang,” Edward remarked as he got off the bed.

“You don’t have what it takes to break me, Edward Elric.”

“Oh? If it wasn’t for that rule against damaging government property-”

Roy shut him up by smacking him sharply on the ass. “Go take your shower,” he ordered.

Edward gave him a very mocking salute saying, “Yes sir, Colonel sir!” before dashing off into the bathroom before Mustang could take another swipe at his bottom.

Mustang was beginning to wonder if he had made a mistake. Edward Elric was always a handful. The boy was brilliant but sometimes he was too smart for his own good. He was also a subordinate, which was going to make having a relationship with him tricky. He knew he wouldn’t have to worry about Edward being discreet. Mustang seriously doubted their encounter was going to suddenly turn Edward into a cooperative respectful little soldier. If anything, this whole affair was going to make him even more of a pain in the ass.

Mustang took a long pull from his glass of Scotch and then went into the kitchen to clean himself up. All that physical activity made him hungry, so he opened up the refrigerator in search of a snack. Lots of leftover take-out foot containers of varying ages stared him in the face. He began going through them one by one dumping the stuff that was obviously inedible and setting aside on the counter the possible choices.

When Edward came out of the bathroom still rubbing dry his long blond hair, he noticed Mustang was gone. Guess I wore the old man out, Edward though to himself smiling smugly. He found his clothing and proceeded to dress and arrange his hair back into its neat braid that covered the nape of his neck. Once he was clothed he left the bedroom to see if Mustang was still there or not.

He found the Colonel still naked standing in the kitchen going through boxes of miscellaneous take-out food. “Don’t you know how to cook?” queried Edward.

“Sort of,” Mustang replied. “But I rarely have time for that.”

Edward examined a few of the boxes, “Is all of this Chinese or do you actually eat something that doesn’t consist of meat and rice.”

“Wu Fei’s is the only place open late at night,” Mustang told him. “Besides, it’s a lot better than what’s available on base.”

“Look, convicted felons eat better than we do,” Edward remarked as he scanned the contents of the refrigerator. Some of the food looked like it had been there a LONG time. He helped himself to a set of chopsticks and one of the fresher looking boxes containing meat, rice and bits of broccoli. \"You know, its a good idea to toss out the old stuff BEFORE it gains sentience. I don\'t like beef and broccoli that compalins about being consumed.\"

Mustang chuckled at the joke and commented, “Worked up an appetite I see.\"

Edward noticed Mustang had also taken up one of the food containers and he replied, “I see I’m not the only one who gets hungry after exercise.”

Mustang made no comment but instead began to eat his own box of leftovers. He was mildly disappointed to see Edward back in his usual black suit. He had been secretly hoping to see Edward standing before him dripping and clad in nothing but a towel and a smile. However that was asking a lot of his unimaginative young lover. Edward would need to be schooled in what to do to make a lover get hot and bothered. Being an Adonis just wasn’t enough. He would have to learn to work what he had.

Edward tossed out the empty box into the trash saying, “I have to go. There is a stack in my inbox almost as tall as I am and DON’T YOU DARE SAY THAT ITS NOT MUCH!” The heated ending to his declaration made Mustang grin. “I have a shit load of work to do and a commanding officer who likes things done in a timely fashion.”

“I think your commanding officer might let you slide this time,” Mustang said giving him a knowing smile.

Edward caught the hint but shook his head saying, “I really shouldn’t. We still have to work together, remember?”

“So…you LIKED it?”

Edward was still naïve enough to blush. “Yes,” he admitted softly.

Mustang reached out and caressed Edward’s cheek. The skin beneath his hand was soft and inviting. “We could get together again sometime,” he suggested quietly.

“I don’t know. Office romances-“

“Don’t work out, I know.” Mustang finished for him. “We’ll just have to play this one by ear.”

Edward grinned and his gold eyes were pure mischief when he said, “Don’t think because you’re screwing me that I’m going to ease up on you.”

Mustang chuckled softly and taking Edward in his arms he replied, “I wouldn’t have it any other way…”

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