Shiver

Chapter 6

The Punishment

I sat down and looked over at my new pet sitting on my couch, diligently writing his report. He kept fidgeting in his seat, adjusting himself, sighing. Doing all those things I knew he'd do because I'd gotten him so worked up. But, he was being so good, so damned good. I'd take him right now if I didn't have more planned for him.

At least what I did to him didn't seem to bother him too much. I mean, there'd been no real tears since the first day, so I'd been going off the assumption he was probably enjoying this as much as I was. Why else would he become so obedient so quickly? He was just a sick little pervert, same as me. How lucky for me. I just hoped I could keep coming up with ideas quick enough for him.

I picked up the horribly boring report from the top of my desk and started reading. Damned homunculus, seemed they were making appearances everywhere these days. Must be planning something, I thought. But what, I couldn't fathom at the moment.

Ed shifted in his seat again, glancing at me and sighing, catching my attention.

He was beautiful, no denying that. Especially with his flushed cheeks and obvious arousal. Oh, to be eighteen again and have the sexual abilities he had. My mind drifted off for a moment, thinking about taking him again.

"Roy?"

Interrupted from my musings, I looked over at him. "Yes, pet?"

He suddenly looked frustrated.

"What is it?" I sat forward in my seat, laying my report down.

His gaze fell to his lap. "Well, I, I'm not sure how to phrase this without asking." He looked directly at me. "But, I need to use the restroom."

I chuckled. So obedient now, my little pet was. Damn, I was good. "Well, I'll time you. If you take longer than three minutes, I'll know something is going on that shouldn't, won't I?"

Ed nodded. He silently stood, adjusted himself, and departed for the bathroom, wrapping his red robe tight around him.

I looked at my watch. "Three minutes, Ed." I had to grin as he walked out. Poor guy was doing his best to hide that enormous erection of his. How did a little guy like that get so damned big, anyway? It made me shudder to think of how it would be if the tables were turned.

I returned to my report, keeping an eye on my watch. One minute passed. Two minutes. Two minutes, 30 seconds. I'm going in. I stood up and hurried out of my office.

I passed Riza's desk. "May be out for a bit."

"Okay, Colonel," Riza called out.

I heard him as soon as I got the bathroom door open, the little bastard, maybe not so obedient after all. His gasps seemed to echo off the white tile. Pacing to a stall, I grabbed the flimsy metal door and tugged so hard, it popped open in my grasp.

There was Edward, guilty as hell. He had his pants down to his knees, leaning into the corner, beside the toilet, a firm grip on his erection. Flushed and panting, his eyes were wide. Did I see fear in them? He should know he had no real reason to fear me. This was all a game, after all. "Edward! That's not allowed. You know that."

His face screwed up in frustration. "I know. I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." He slumped over, letting go of himself.

Stepping over to him, I grabbed his erection, inspecting him for any signs he'd climaxed already. But, all I found was the evidence of his arousal. I took a step closer. "Ed, look at me."

He did. Did I see tears? No, couldn't be, just the crappy lighting in this restroom. While he was still focused on me, I took my thumb and ran it over the pearl of seed gathered at his tip. I watched his eyes glaze over as I slid it over the head of his erection, circling again and again. Damn, how I wanted him. I was about as hard as he was now. He bit his lip and I saw his fists clenching, but he didn't move, didn't utter a sound. Good boy. "Ed, since you weren't able to control yourself, you'll have to be punished somehow."

Ed's eyes showed his apprehension.

His mouth opened, but I squeezed him hard at that moment.

He bucked forward.

"Ed! That is not acceptable." I did my best to glare at him. But my heart wouldn't allow it. I suddenly realized, all I wanted, was to hold him, kiss him, give him what he so desperately wanted. I hesitated.

Ed cringed.

Did he think I was going to hit him or something? "Ed, I—" What was I going to say? I had to take a moment to clear my head. I didn't seem to be thinking straight. If I gave in now, the game would be over. It was going to well for that. Besides, he liked it too, didn't he?

Ed looked confused. "Roy?"

I quickly collected myself. I was still holding his erection. I began to stroke him, very slowly, just enough to keep him on edge. My voice was low and firm. "Ed, you've got to be punished. But, I want you to choose it."

Eyes glazed over again, he nodded, seemingly unable to form words. I know there is no way I'd be able to. "So, I want you to tell me how you think you should be punished." I waited. It was obvious he could hardly think straight, let alone come up with a punishment. I am so wicked. "I'm waiting, Ed." My hand continued to stroke him, but I loosened my grip.

Finally, Ed whined his response, "I don't know, Roy." He seemed upset, maybe too upset.

I stopped stroking him, pulled up his pants and tucked him back inside. This had gone far enough for now. I pulled up his zipper and fastened his pants. I turned to leave, I had to get away for a moment, something inside was eating me up and everything had gotten too intense.

He snatched the sleeve of my jacked and tugged on it. "Don't go, Roy, please, don't go."

The tone of his voice was heart wrenching. It made me hold my breath while I turned around to face him, sure I'd see tears on his cheeks. But there were none. So, I had to keep the game going. "Ed, what is your punishment?"

He quietly lowered his head.

Suddenly, a terrible thought entered my mind, but it was perfect. A wicked grin spread on my lips. "Okay, Ed, since you won't choose, I'll choose for you." I grabbed his arm by the wrist and hauled him out of the bathroom, down the hallway, and into my office. Thankfully, Riza was no longer at her desk to witness us.

I shut the door and went to my desk, still towing Ed behind me. Pulling open the top drawer, I rummaged through it for a marker. I smiled, taking the red one out. I turned to Ed, surprised to see him trembling. "Drop your pants."

He did as he was told, hiding under his long bangs.

I couldn't believe it. He was still hard as a rock. He's got some stamina, I mused. I grabbed his length and drew a red line down both sides of his erection. Although I heard his breathing quicken, he didn't utter a word. When I finished, I stood back and admired my handiwork. "There you go, Ed. I want you to go back to your dorm room and think about what you've done." Damn, I sounded like my father. The thought made me cringe inside. "And if you touch yourself, the lines will be gone and you'll have a red palm to boot."

Ed looked up at me, questioning me with his eyes.

"I'll check you again in." I looked at my watch. "Four hours. If you can keep the lines in place, I'll let you come over tonight. If not, well, I guess I'll have to call up one of my female acquaintances for a date."

That time, I'm sure I saw tears in his eyes. Maybe it was too much, telling him I'd date someone else. I certainly didn't want to. I just didn't know what else to say. "Pull your pants back up."

Ed tugged up his pants and fastened them, all the while, hiding his face from me.

When he finished, I placed my hands on his shoulders. He looked up at me. He was in agony. It was written all over his face. Leaning down, I placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, in an attempt to soothe him, just a little. I'd really wanted to kiss those beautiful lips, but that would have to wait. "Okay, Ed, go to your dorm. And take your report with you, I expect you to have it finished when I come to check on you."

He nodded and turned to leave, picking up his report from the couch on the way out.

***

I looked up from my desk at the growing darkness outside my windows. It had gotten late and I was damn tired of sitting here, waiting and thinking about Edward. At least I'd been able to get some dinner in the mess hall. I hoped he'd done the same. He ought to know he didn't have to get my permission for that.

Would he be able to control himself? God, I hope so. One thing he had going for him was his brother was probably back at the dorm room. Which is precisely why I'd sent him there. I figured it would make his task just a little easier. Plus, I didn't have to watch him squirm on my couch anymore. The whole thing was getting under my skin in more ways than one.

Glancing at my watch, I realized I only had ten more minutes left on Ed's punishment. It was time to go get him. Standing, I briefly organized the paperwork on the top of my desk before heading out to his dorm.

***

I stood at Ed's dorm room door and knocked. It was pretty quiet in there, making me wonder if Al was even in there with him. The door opened. Ed peered up at me through his long bangs. I'd never get tired of looking at him. He was lovely. There was an awkward pause. "Edward, are you going to let me in?"

He opened the door and stepped aside, allowing me enter.

I brushed by him, wondering if he wasn't able to keep his red lines intact. He seemed strange. I heard the door close behind me and I turned to face him. "Where's Al?" The room was empty except for he and I.

Ed was looking at the industrial linoleum on his floor. "He's out. He wanted to get a new book from the bookstore."

"I see. Well, I guess that makes my job easier. So, shall I inspect you now?"

He nodded, slowly unfastening his belt and pants.

I walked over to stand directly in front of him. Placing my hands over his, I stopped him. I spoke softly, "Ed, are you okay with this? The arrangement, I mean."

He looked up at me, obviously upset. "Yes, Roy, please, don't end it." He appeared desperate.

"Okay, just wanted to be sure." I let go of him and let him pull his erection out for me to look at. The lines were there, as perfect as when I'd put them on. I grinned. "Good boy, Ed."

Letting out a rush of air, he lunged at me, surrounding me with his arms. His head rested on my chest. "Roy, take me, please, I need you."

My eyes closed. It was feeling a little too good, having him in my arms. It was dangerous. He didn't deserve me. He deserved better. But, for now, I had him and he had me. "Okay, Ed. Since you've been so good tonight, you can have what you want. You earned it."

Reaching up, suddenly, he clutched at my lapels, yanking my face down to his. His lips crushed mine, with a force I wasn't expecting. Mouth opening, he drove his tongue between my lips, unyielding and urgent. I felt his erection press against my trousers, grinding on me. It made me want to take him, now, in the middle of his dorm room, just like he wanted. But, this wasn't how the arrangement was to be played. I shoved him off me.

He looked at me, panting, hands clenching into fists and opening again.

"Ed, you're being naughty again. What if Al came home? We can't do this here."

Sweet agony returned to his face. Bowing his head forward, he started inhaling, like he was hyperventilating.

Going to him, I tucked him back inside his pants and fastened him all back up. When I was finished, he was still taking deep breaths. I paused, wondering why his breathing was still so strained. I leaned forward. "You okay?"

"I-I'm o-okay."

I grabbed his flesh hand and towed him behind me, heading for his door. "Let's go, Ed. I'm taking you home." Hearing a soft gasp behind me, he squeezed my hand. Wait, did I really say that? This was his home. My home was my home, wasn't it? Must have been some sort of weird slip. I opened the door and we left.

***

At home, at last, I thought. I closed the door behind us, turned the light switch on, and faced him. It just occurred to me. Maybe I should make sure he'd eaten "Ed, you did eat dinner tonight, right?"

He nodded. "Al went out and got some noodles for me." He tilted his head to the side, looking at me. "You told me to stay in the dorm room."

I ran my hand down his arm, caressing him. "Yes, that's right. You did good." I paused. "Did you tell Al about this?"

"No, it's just . . . our secret." He came forward, leaning up against my chest, arms bent up between us. "Please, Roy, just make love to me. I did what you asked. I only slipped up once. I didn't mess up the red lines. You said I was good, you said I earned it." His eyes were pleading.

There was no way I could resist him. Feeling myself harden, I leaned forward and placed a lingering kiss on his lips. When I released him and stepped back, he fell forward a little. I took his flesh hand. "Come on."

I led him through the hallway and into my bedroom. Striding to my nightstand, I flicked on the small lamp sitting on top of it. Ambiance lighting, I thought, chuckling to myself. I pulled the oil bottle out of my drawer. When I turned back to Ed, his chest was heaving, he was breathing so deeply. There was a primal look in his eye. Damn, he was sexy. "Okay, Ed, I want you to get undressed and get in the bed.

He did as he was told.

I undressed, glancing over at his small muscular body, feeling my own arousal humming within me. I walked to the bed. He'd pulled the covers over himself, covering that beautiful body. I yanked them down, exposing him to me. I climbed in beside him, sitting up on my legs. I handed him the bottle.

He took it, looking at me with questioning eyes. But, he didn't ask. He just waited. Good.

I grabbed his legs, just under his knees and lifted them up, spreading them out wide. "Okay, I want you to prepare yourself for me."

His brows tensed in confusion.

It took me a second to explain. The sight of him lying there, his erection hard and pulsing on his stomach, his legs bent and spread wide, his entrance exposed, it was all too much. A few quick strokes and I'd be spilling all over my sheets. That's just how badly I wanted him. I collected myself, leaning forward for a second and looking away briefly. "Put the oil on your fingers and put them in. I want to watch you."

Ed's face tensed up. But he began to do what I asked. He poured the oil into his flesh fingers, handed the bottle back to me, and reached his hand down between his legs. Wincing, he pushed a finger inside him. He let out a quick breath of air. Eyes closing, he grit his teeth. His hips jerked slightly. As he put a second finger inside, his breathing became ragged. A soft gasp escaped him. I could tell he was fighting to remain still and quiet. He must have found his spot, because he suddenly started pumping his fingers into himself fast and hard, letting out quick breaths of air.

"Ed."

He kept going.

"Ed." I covered my hand over his.

His fingers slowed to a stop, looking at me as if pained.

"You can move. Tonight you can move, you can scream if you want. But, don't touch yourself. That's for me." I sat back and watched. Damn, he was good.

Ed pumped his fingers, frantic, thrusting his hips up, gasping and moaning as if he were already climaxing.

My body was on fire. It was all I could do to watch and not participate. Reaching down, I stroked hard on myself, feeling a rush of pleasure wash over me. I opened the oil and poured some into my hand.

"Ah, God, Roy, please, please, t-take m-me!" Ed's voice echoed in the room.

He was thrusting and pumping so fast, I wondered if he could climax like this. Reaching out, I stopped his hand. Positioning myself over him, I lay on top of him, propped on my elbows, erection dropping between his legs. Immediately I felt him slide his length on my stomach, moaning. "Ed, relax." I began to caress his cheek, slowly running my fingers along it, tracing down to his jaw. He tilted his head into my touch, closing his eyes. He seemed to relax, breath slowing.

"Roy, I love you."

Damn, did he have to keep saying that? It was just so awkward for me. I never knew what to say and it made me feel like more of a jerk than I was. I leaned in and kissed him hard, trying to get my feelings across without saying words.

Ed's hips began to rock slowly under mine, his erection sliding up and down against my stomach.

I drove forward, putting myself at his entrance. I heard him moan low and deep, hungry for it. I slowly drove inside, watching the raw desire on his face. Arms wrapping around me tight, he buried his face in my shoulder. He was already shaking. "Hold on, Ed." I whispered, stroking and kissing his head. I pulled out and drove in again, a little harder this time. He felt exquisite surrounding me, so tight and hot. I wanted to just pummel him, like I did last night. But, he deserved something sweeter, gentler, tonight.

Our hips moved together, gradually increasing in intensity, along with our passion. My climax building, I had to go faster, I had to bring it to a sweet finish.

Ed began to paw at my sides. His gasps were coming faster. As I drove in and out of him at a quicker pace, his body jerked and became rigid. He cried out, so loud it hurt my ears. I wasn't surprised when I felt his hot seed spill out between us. He writhed below me, like some animal, crying out in a pleasure that seemed to go on and on.

I hit my peak. Starting deep inside me, it came rushing forth, sending pulses of pleasure soaring through me, shooting my seed deep within his body. My teeth clenched and my toes curled. I gasped as each wave shook me, penetrated my soul. As I slowed, it seemed as if Ed's was still raging on. I held tight to him, while he continued to writhe and moan below me. Our stomachs both slick. It couldn't still be going in, could it? "Edward," I whispered.

Ed began to slow.

I lifted up, propped on an elbow and looked into his face.

Ed's eyes slowly fluttered open. His body pulsed for a moment. Appearing dazed, a faint smile played on his lips.

I smiled down at him. Damn, he could make me so happy. But, I didn't deserve this. He was so perfect in every way. "Let me clean you off."

He clung to me. "No, stay with me, for a little while longer, just like this." He gazed deep into my eyes.

I allowed myself to remain, to get lost in those lovely amber eyes for a moment. I felt an ache in my heart. It scared me. I had to stop this. I shoved off him and swiftly climbed out of bed. Rushing into my bathroom, I wet a washcloth, cleaned myself, and went back to him.

Ed was turned over onto his side, arms outstretched, like he'd reached for me when I'd left him.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I laid a gentle hand on his side. "Here, let me wipe you off."

He rolled onto his back, a silly grin on his face. As I cleaned him, he began to chuckle.

I smiled. "What's so funny?"

He tilted his head sideways a bit. "You. You really wanted me, didn't you?"

I tried not to smile, but I couldn't help it. He was too damned cute. "Gee, how could you tell?" I tried to look serious. "Hey, that was a question." On pure impulse, I reached over and playfully tapped his nose with my index finger.

He blinked when I touched his nose and looked at me wide-eyed. "I-I'm sorry."

It stunned me, to think he'd apologize so quickly, still holding so steadfast to the rules of our arrangement. I was only teasing him. Leaning forward, I kissed him. "It's okay." I dropped the washcloth on the floor and slid in next to him. Somehow, I couldn't make myself leave his side to put the washcloth away. He immediately wrapped himself around me, wordlessly, as if he was afraid of some retribution.

Drawing the covers up around us, I held him tight. I kissed the top of his head. "Goodnight, Ed."

"Goodnight." His voice was muffled against my chest.

***

"Hawkeye, have you seen Fullmetal yet?" I called out from my office for the third time that morning. I was starting to get a little perturbed. My little pet had yet to show up at work. Glancing at my watch, I figured he should have been here at least an hour ago.

Riza strode into my office, stopping in front of my desk, a worried look on her face. "Sir?"

I glanced up from my report. "Yes?"

"Something's going on." Her voice was calm, but her face showed her anxiety.

"What's that?"

"Well, Edward told me Lieutenant Havoc was in the library the afternoon he was supposed to leave for Liore. I assumed he missed his train and didn't want to tell me. But, something didn't feel right. So, this morning I called him. He swears he didn't miss his train, sir."

Panic seized my chest, making me gasp and lean forward in my chair. "And?"

"And, well, I just spoke with Al. He hasn't seen Edward this morning at all. No one seems to know where he is."

I looked down at my desk, clutching at the edge. The room seemed to spin around me. "Oh, God."