Seeing The Dark Of You

Title: Seeing The Dark Of You, Chapter Four
Rating: NC-17
Type: Yaoi, A/U
Pairings: Roy/Ed and (omfg, I totally went there) one-sided Elricest if you squint.
Warnings: Masturbation, anal

A/N: So, yeah... this chapter would've been done much sooner, had Word not crashed without letting me try to recover the document. I ended up having to re-write an entire page again, and that really pissed me off because I was so happy with how everything was. But... I'm not too disappointed with how this chapter has turned out.

And yes... yes, I had to add Elricest. It's actually for the plot, it's not just me needing to throw my OTP
into everything I write. ^_~

Review Replies (Which I totally forgot to do last chapter. ^^;):

Baroqueangel: I'm glad you like my smut so much! Sadly, the only cure for that addiction is to read more of it. ^_~

Kuragari: Glad you're excited for it, dear! I hope this chapter only adds to that. ^^

Amethyst-eyed Koneko: Ahh, good questions, dear! But you'll have to wait to find out just what that little look was, and what Roy's got in store for Ed-o! ;D

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I pulled my knees up to my chest and tugged the blanket up over myself, trying to hide my erection. Hurried footsteps padded down the hall and I watched my bedroom door anxiously. The door opened and Al peeked in cautiously, giving me a worried look. He was dressed already; he always did wake up earlier than me.

How much did he hear? I thought. My heart raced fearfully in my chest. I didn't need Al knowing what was going on. At all.

“Brother... are you okay?” he asked quietly. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, showing his anxiety. His eyes ran across my hunched over body, assessing whether I was 'okay' or not. Judging by how he sighed and walked over to the bed, I didn't look it.

Just go away, Al... this has nothing to do with you, I thought. I closed my eyes and rested my forehead on my knees. I didn't bother to answer his question. He knew I wasn't okay.

I felt the bed dip and shake slightly as Al sat down next to me. Heard him take in a deep breath, thinking over what he was going to say instead of just rushing right into his words. I'd rather he just let something slip out. Not take his time. I didn't want to have this conversation at all. But if I had to, I wanted it to go by as quickly as possible. Especially since I was sat there with my cock still aching horribly between my legs.

“Roy...” he said quietly, sounding somewhat tense. Tense, but not awkward at all, as he should have been. I didn't let myself dwell on that fact, though. Al was probably just hiding how odd he felt about being in my room after hearing such a... a noise tear from my throat. Probably trying to make it easier on me by not letting his awkwardness rub off on me.

“Yeah, Roy,” I said. I looked up into Al's coppery eyes, seeing them flash slightly. Was it... pain that I saw in them? I searched his eyes, looking harder, but the light I'd seen had faded. All I saw in them was love and concern.

I frowned slightly and turned my head, looking at the bedsheets, out the window. Anywhere but at Al. He was smart enough to put two and two together. And, unfortunately for me, he'd come up with four.

“It's your birthday in a week...” Al said, giving me a calculating look.

I nodded, but refused to say anything in response.

“Do you have any plans?” he asked. He leaned back on his hands, almost studying me as he waited for an answer.

My thoughts skipped right to the note Roy had given me. It was hidden in one of my dresser drawers, under a pile of shirts. Every night since I'd gotten it, I pulled it out and read it over. Ran my fingers over the folds in the paper. Assured myself that it was real, not my overactive imagination.

I knew there was no use lying to him. He always saw right through everything. That was probably the only drawback to having such a close relationship with Al. Whenever I wanted to keep something to my self, it was damned near impossible. Though this time, it was my own fault that he'd found out.

“I've got... plans,” I said. I could feel him staring at me, could hear the soft sigh passing over his lips. He wanted to keep pushing, I could tell. Wanted to make me say it out loud. But I wouldn't give in. “Why?”

“No reason,” he said, shrugging. I almost snorted at that. Al always had a reason for everything. Sure, they might be good and kind. But he never asked questions like that without a reason. “I guess I'll try to plan something for you the day after, then,” he added, smiling slightly.

I relaxed instantly, glad that Al hadn't pressed any further. And that he was willing to let me have my birthday to myself, it seemed.

“So, are you sure you're alright?” Al asked after a moment, looking me over again.

“I'm sure,” I said, nodding and offering him what I hoped was a reassuring smile.

“Okay, Brother,” Al said. He put a hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort me. He could still sense my nerves, I supposed. For a second, I thought I saw that flash in his eyes again, but then he stood up and looked away. Turning back to me, he said, “I'll be going out into town in a few minutes. Do you need anything?”

“No, I'm fine,” I said, shaking my head.

“I'll be back in a few hours, then” Al said flashing me a small smile before turning and walking out of the room.
A
s soon as the door closed behind Al, I fell back onto the bed. I covered my face in my hands and let out the sigh that had been building in my chest the entire time. I stayed as quiet as I could, waiting for Al to leave. When I finally did hear the front door shut and the lock click, I sighed.

“Finally...”

A hiss ghosted over my lips as I pulled the blanket off of myself, feeling the cloth trail over crotch. I quickly pulled my shorts down, throwing them off the side of the bed. I wrapped my hand around my cock and let out a low, husky moan as I stroked myself slow and hard. My eyes fluttered shut and I submitted to my thoughts and imagination.

Roy bent me over his desk, pressing my face into the wood. I winced slightly as he pushed my cheekbone into the hard surface. My cock pulsed against the leather of my pants and I whimpered softly. Roy's hips ground into mine and I felt his hardness pushing against me.

I trailed my other hand down my chest and stomach, teasing at my hipbones for a moment before sliding along my inner thigh. My breath caught in my throat for a moment, my legs shook slightly in anticipation. Hard and fast, I pushed two fingers into myself right away, crying out in pain at the intrusion, the violation.

The moans and whines spilling over my swollen lips drove Roy on, teasing me more, trying to break me until I begged him for it. Friction from his clothed erection rubbing against me made me cry out, pushing back into him as hard as I could.

“Roy! F-Fuck me!” I bit out, struggling to force the words out.

Tears stung at my eyes as I thrust into myself right away, not letting the pain fade at all. The abuse was more than welcome. It was needed. My breaths came shallow and fast and my pulse raced throughout my body, pounding so loud I could hear it. Every time my hand stroked upwards, I squeezed my cock firmly and let out a soft moan.

I got my reward instantly. Roy deftly worked my belt open and slid my pants down off my hips. The sound of his zipper opening made me shudder and I licked my lips. I let my hands claw at the far edge of his desk, bracing myself as he lined himself up. With one hard push, he was inside of me, splitting me open and making me scream.

I arched high off the bed as my fingers thrust into my prostate. The two extremes of sensation set my body on edge. So much pain ran through me, countered by blinding pleasure. All of it caused by the two fingers that were thrusting frantically within myself. As my hand ran over my cock, I pressed against the tip with my thumb, making pre-come flow down my length.

Roy's hips crashed into mine, harder and faster each time. He bent over and moved my braid aside, then bit at the back of my neck. I cried out and pushed my neck up, needing more.

My body trembled and I felt myself tighten around my fingers as my release neared. I thrust harder, pumped faster. Cry after cry parted my lips and I moved my hips frantically, erratically, torn between bucking up into my hand and pushing down onto my fingers.

Teeth sunk into my flesh and I knew he'd broken skin, drawn blood. Just the thought of it made my climax rush towards the surface.

“Roy!!” I moaned, moving back to meet each one of his thrusts.

When my orgasm hit me, I screamed from the pain of my muscles clenching around my fingers, sending fresh, agonizing jolts through my nerves. I came over my chest and stomach, waves of cum spurting out as the pain drew out the pleasure.

With a choked sob, I pulled my fingers out of myself and let my hands fall to my sides. I lay on my bed gasping and panting while tears streamed down my face from the pain that still flowed through my sensitive body.

I shivered slightly as my thoughts wandered.

Will the real thing live up to my fantasies?