Shiver

Chapter 7

The Room

"Roy?" What was Roy doing at the entrance to the dorms? I wondered. Seems I'd just left him at his house. I squinted in the morning sunlight, holding up my automail hand to keep it directly out of my eyes. I heard chirping in the trees above the sidewalk, the promise of a pleasant day.

Roy walked toward me, looking a little unsure of himself. He smirked at me.

Had I done something wrong? I thought back quickly, I didn't get in his way and I'd called myself the cab, so I couldn't think of any reason he'd be disappointed in me. I lowered my gaze and dropped my hand.

Roy grabbed my arm, leaning over to whisper in my ear. "Fullmetal, I need you to come with me."

I walked with him, silent and obedient, back to a waiting cab. After opening the door, he shoved me onto the seat.

"Move over."

I did, as quickly as I could, tucking my red robe under me, making room for him. I knew I couldn't ask any questions, so I waited for him to tell me what was happening.

Roy climbed in and sat down. He glanced at me, frowning. "Take me to 1210 N. Main," he said, to the driver.

The cab began to drive off. I couldn't look at him. It was obvious. I'd done something wrong. What would my punishment be today? Would he call one of his female friends and take them home tonight? Tears flooded my eyes. How it hurt to think of him with someone else. I held back, fists clenching, and gulped the tears away. I didn't want him to be even more disappointed in me.

"So, Ed. Do you know why I'm taking you from Central?"

"N-no." My voice shook. I felt his arm stretch across the seat behind me. How I wanted to curl up against his chest and make him soothe me. But, it wasn't my place to ask for such things. Especially now, I'd done something wrong again.

"You have to know, it's so obvious. If you can't think of it, then I'll just have to take you off this assignment, becau—"

"No, Roy, don't call it off. Please, I don't want to loose you. I can't. I love you, Roy. I love you. I'll do anything you ask, anything. Just don't call this off. We have an arrangement. I'll be good, I'll do better, I promise. Just don't call it off." The cab was filled with my voice, full of emotion. I groped at the hand in his lap, shaking, hoping he'd give me something to hang on to.

Roy looked surprised. Ripping his hand out of my desperate grasp, he sat back and grinned, a wicked, evil grin. So unlike the Roy I was with last night. He rubbed his chin with his index finger, as if still contemplating my fate.

I must have done something horrible to warrant such a reaction. Looking back into my lap, I felt sobs building in my chest. I had to bite my lip to keep them buried. My breath hitched anyway. Suddenly, I felt his hand on my forearm. I peered up at him from under my bangs. A smidgen of hope teased my heart. My lip trembled, even so.

"Anything, huh?" Roy still appeared to be in deep thought.

I jumped at this chance to redeem myself. "Yes, anything." Gazing at him, hope filled me, soothed me.

"Tell me, Edward, what does 'anything' mean to you, exactly?" He had a smug grin on his face.

It must be a test, I thought. He was challenging me, maybe forcing me to come up with my own punishment again. "Uh, I could do something for you." I felt embarrassed, letting the driver hear our conversation. But, if I hadn't done something wrong, I wouldn't have to be here now. I leaned forward and whispered, "I can give you a blow-job. You always like that." I leaned back and waited for his response.

Eyes growing wide, Roy's grin turned into a smile. "Well, that would be interesting, wouldn't it?"

I nodded. Immediately, I reached down and began to unfasten his pants.

Roy seized my hands, halting me. "Stop, You can't do that here." He leaned forward and spoke softly into my ear. "Let's wait until I get you to your room."

My room? What was he talking about? I peered up at him, searching for some explanation in his expression, but there was none. I sat back and waited, shifting in my seat to accommodate my burgeoning erection. Seems my body was already preparing to give him pleasure.

He began to chuckle, it was faint at first, then, grew until his laughter filled the cab..

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The cab began to slow. I peered out my window to see industrial buildings lining either side of the street. It was an area of Central I'd only heard about, not the best of neighborhoods. We pulled up in front of a particularly broken down building. Plaster fell in clumps, exposing red bricks like patchwork under its surface.

"Get out." Roy opened his door and climbed out, not even paying our driver.

I glanced at the man sitting in the front seat, waiting for him to tell me the fare. But, he didn't, he just sat there, waiting. It dawned on me. I couldn't see his face. He was wearing a dark hood over his head.

"I told you to get out." Roy had put his head back inside the cab, appearing angry.

Startling, I quickly did as I was told. I trotted over to the sidewalk and fell in step next to Roy, heading for the door of the building. I glanced at him a few times. He still appeared angry with me. Was it because I didn't exit the cab as soon as I should have? I felt myself begin to tremble. I'd have to correct this, I thought. Next time, I'd do exactly as he wanted, as soon as he requested it.

I stopped behind him at the door. It was made of dark plank wood, crumbling at the top and bottom. It appeared no one had taken the time to stain or oil it in quite a few years. The black iron hinges groaned as he opened it.

I stepped inside behind him. It was dark in the building and it smelled of mold. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust. When they did, I saw a hallway stretching in front of me. Still walking behind Roy, I had to watch my step. There were pieces of plaster and debris on the floor, exposed wires on the walls and hanging above where light switches and ceiling lamps should be. Soft ambient light filled the hallway with a gray glow from the few open doorways.

We came to a metal and cement stairway and Roy silently made his descent. A large dirty window, littered with cracks, let the sun illuminate it. I followed. My flesh hand ran along the metal railing, taking peeling paint along with it, dropping it down through the stairs below.

When we got to the bottom, Roy opened another door. Its gray paint had already worn away around the door handle, exposing the metal underneath.

Roy gave it a good tug and it opened. Beyond the door was a large room, shackles hung on the wall.

My heart skipped, seeing the bonds. Deep down, I knew whom they were for. I hung my head in shame as I followed Roy up to the wall with my restraints. I stood before them and obediently held out my arms. Whatever I'd done, I'm sure I deserved this.

Roy grinned at me. "Fullmetal, how are you going to perform your duty if I shackle you already?"

I gasped, I'd forgotten. How stupid of me. I fell down at his feet. "I-I'm sorry. I'll do better next time, I promise."

Grabbing the top of my hair, he flung my head back, forcing me to see the displeasure on his face. "Get undressed."

I sat back and disrobed as quickly as I could, wanting to show him my devotion. When I was naked, I stood waiting for his next command. I was hard and ready for him.

"Shit, you actually like this, don't you?" Roy took a few steps toward me.

He slipped his index finger into my mouth. I swirled it with my tongue. Bringing it down to my erection, he ran it up the underside of my length, sending delicious shivers into my body. His hand stopped at the top and squeezed. Clenching my teeth, a soft moan still found it's way out. I was on fire, but I knew I wouldn't be allowed much more pleasure than this.

As soon as he let me go, I dropped to my knees again, and opened his trousers. I pulled his erection out and licked the front of his length. I heard him moan in pleasure. My erection ached with the sound of him. Closing my eyes, I began to pump him with my mouth, taking as much in as I could, pressing my tongue against his length, putting pressure on the spot just under the lip.

He groaned and began to rock his hips forward in time with my mouth. "Damn, Fullmetal, Roy taught you well."

My eyes flew open, but I didn't stop what I was doing. Did I hear him right? He must have been speaking about himself, but using his name. Yes, that was it.

"Close your eyes, now!" Roy's voice was strained, but loud.

I did as he requested. His body was jerking and shaking while I worked on him. I increased my speed and pressure, knowing he was close. Twisting my body with desire, I craved something on my own neglected erection. But, I knew I'd have to wait. I'd have to be good first.

I felt his erection swell. Then, I heard loud gasps as his seed spurted into my mouth. It didn't quite sound like the Roy I knew, but maybe it was just the way his cries echoed off the surfaces of the room. He pulsed inside me, hips thrusting forward. I sucked and lapped at his fluid, making sure it all went into me and none dripped on the floor. I longed to reach down and stroke myself. So hard and ready, I could have climaxed in an instant.

He shoved my head away and staggered back, panting. When I looked up at him, he seemed a little different, but it must have been the faint light coming from a doorway behind him. The more I looked at him, the more he just looked like my Roy.

He grinned at me, a sloppy, lazy grin. "Damn, that was good. I think I'll have you do that a few more times today." He tucked his spent member back into his trousers and came toward me again. "Get up."

I did as I was told, watching him come toward me and stop, just in front of me.

"Okay, now it's time for the shackles." He motioned for me to go stand at the wall.

I obliged him. I walked over to it and stood with my back against the cracks of the wall, arms outstretched at my sides, feeling the cold penetrate my backside.

He put the iron manacles around each wrist and bound me, chained to the wall. When I let my arms hang, my elbows bent. I realized if I wanted to sit, I could, but my arms would be held straight up, tight above and to the side of me.

When he finished, he came to stand in front of me.

My erection brushed the font of his trousers, teasing me.

Without a word, he reached down and rubbed his finger over the bead that had gathered at the tip of my length. Swirling his finger over me, he sent a delicious ripple of pleasure through my body. My knees began to buckle, but I fought against it. He didn't tell me I could move. Brows tensing, I bit my lip to stifle and moan.

"Why don't you say anything when I do this to you. Doesn't it feel good?" His finger kept swirling.

I was confused. "B-because you told me not to."

He let out a snicker. "And I suppose if I do this." He stroked me hard.

I gasped despite myself, hips jerking just a little, as a wave of pleasure rushed through me. I thought I would release all over his hand at any second.

"You just have to stand there and let me, right?" His hand stopped.

"Y-yes." My head fell forward, panting and shuddering as I fought to gain control of myself.

He seized my braid and whipped my head back. "Look at me."

I looked into his dark eyes, longing to see feelings for me, but there were none. What had I done? What could have possibly happened since last night to have made him so displeased with me? I know I saw something in his eyes last night. I almost thought he was going to say the words I'd longed to hear, but then he'd gotten up from the bed.

He grinned. "Oh this is precious, isn't it. You love your Colonel and he's turned you into his little sex slave." He came down and kissed me hard on the lips, so hard it hurt.

I wasn't sure why he was talking about himself this way, but it wasn't my place to ask questions.

"I could probably tell you to just sit here and wait and you'd do it, right?" His hand reached back and tugged the bond of my braid out. Then he tousled my hair, making it spill out over my shoulders. He stood back, waiting for my reply.

"Of course, I'd wait. You know I'll do anything." Was he testing me again, making sure I was subservient enough to still warrant his attention?

"Well, I don't care. I like seeing you in those shackles. Maybe I can put them to good use." He snickered and began to walk toward the doorway.

"Roy, don't leave me, please. Come back, I'll be good, I promise. I'll do whatever you want." I watched him continue to walk away from me. Fear and apprehension built in my chest the closer he got to the door. "Please, Roy, I'll do anything, anything." My voice broke.

Roy stopped and turned around. His face looked mean, menacing. "Stop it, Ed. You're pathetic. Can't you see there is nothing I want from you?"

My voice was small and far away. "Y-you mean, you don't want me?"

"No, I don't fucking want you. Now just be a good little alchemist and quit yapping at me." He turned and walked out the door.

Tears flooded my vision. I started gasping for air, as if the room was devoid of it. My legs buckled and I slid down the wall, a sob escaping through clenched teeth. I couldn't stop it. No matter how hard I tried, my tears thrust forward, without mercy, out of me. As I reached the floor, my shoulders heaved forward with the force of my sobs, drowning out his footsteps. I let go. Realizing, he was gone anyway. Sobs and agonized cries grew until they filled the room, echoing in my ears. I tilted my head back, letting a torrent of tears race down onto my hair, wanting to scream. But I couldn't. I wept and shook and gasped, until something broke inside me.

Suddenly, I was quiet. A few silent tears meandered their way down, as I gazed up at plaster waiting to fall from the ceiling. He didn't want me.