Poor Paul

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Title: Poor Paul 8: Birthday Surprise!
Pairing: RoyxEd
Rating: NC17 (graphic sex, language, inappropriate placement of red ribbons)
Timeline: None- AU
Summary: It's Paul's birthday and Roy and Ed decide to give him something special.
AN:The Poor Paul series is a continuation of Intermission.


**This short chapter is a setup for some very interesting events soon to unfold... O_O!!!

Poor Paul 8: Birthday Surprise!


"I still can't believe we're doing this. How did you pull it off?"

"Easy: I'm Roy Mustang."

"Oh, good grief."

The two lovers sat on a sofa in the dark of the foreign apartment, waiting for the guest of honor to arrive. Ed shivered and huddled against Roy for warmth.

"I'm cold."

"Well here," Roy said, reaching for Ed's crotch. "Let me help you with that."

Ed slapped his hand away. "Stop it! I spent a lot of time on that damn thing, I'm not letting you mess it up!"

"Suit yourself," Roy said. "I'll just play with myself."

Even in the faint darkness of the room, Ed could see Roy grab onto his already fully erect cock and stroke it. The young man shook his head; Roy was little more than a walking hard-on sometimes....

But... considering he was already getting hard just by watching Roy's one-man-wankathon, Ed supposed he had no room to talk.

He turned away, trying to ignore Roy... but he could still hear him... stroking... moaning... ah fuck it.

Ed pushed himself off the couch, dropped to his knees, and snatched Roy's cock out of the man's own hand. "You're an asshole," he growled.

Roy looked down. "Why, Edward Elric, that wasn't very nice at ... ah..." The last word trailed off as Ed began to suck him off, almost violently.

Roy smirked in the darkness, feeling a certain satisfaction at feeling Ed's stubborn mouth wrapped around him. He moaned loudly and gently intertwined his fingers into the teen's blond hair, resisting the urge to grab onto his head with both hands and fuck away, preferring instead- for the moment, at least- to concentrate on the mouth sliding up and down his cock, gently nipping at him with his teeth and teasing him with his tongue. Ed gave amazing head; Roy could never deny that.

Perhaps all of the boy's jaw-flapping really was a good thing-

Neither of them heard the door to the apartment being unlocked. Nor did they hear the door being opened.

But they most certainly heard the woman's shrill shriek. The sound of it almost made Roy go limp.

Almost.

"What the hell is going on?" The room was immediately bathed in light from a lamp near the doorway.

Sitting on the couch gave Roy a direct view of the doorway, where the woman, whose name he never cared to know, gawked at them from the hallway. In front of her, with his hand frozen on the lamp's switch, was the man himself.

Roy seriously suspected that Paul might have just died standing up.

"Surprise," Roy said, eyeing him up with a smoldering dark gaze.

"Ah-Ee Ur-Ay, Aw (Happy Birthday, Paul)," Ed managed around the considerable mouthful that was Roy's cock.

"Paul! Who the hell are they? How did they get in here? You idiot! Are you just going to stand there?"

"Go home," Paul said quietly.

Ed stopped bobbing long enough to turn around and watch the unfolding events along with Roy. It was like a train wreck... one they had caused.

"What?" she shrieked.

"You're loud, you're bossy, you're expensive... plus you're a bit of a bitch. So go home. And don't call me again. That's the best gift you can give me."

Paul closed the door on her boggled expression and locked it. After banging on the door for a few moments, the annoying unnamed woman, who was more of an accidental plot device than anything else, walked away from the door and out of the story forever, much to the rejoicing of Poor Paul fans around the globe.

Paul leaned against the back of the door in disbelief. "I can't believe I just did that," he whispered.

"We knew you had it in you," Roy said. He nudged Ed off of him, resigning himself to being a little blue in the groin for the moment.

The two men stood up and presented Paul with his gift: their naked bodies, each clothed only in a pretty red ribbon that was tied around their cocks. Ed's ribbon was done in a large, elaborate bow; he really had spent a long time tying it. Roy's ribbon... not so much with the pretty. It hung in a loose, mangled heap at the base of his cock because of Ed's overeager mouth. They walked over to the stunned birthday boy and stood directly in front of him.

"Please don't mind us breaking in," Roy said, turning on the charm. "We just wanted to surprise you."

Ed eyeballed Paul's crotch. "I'd say we did."

Roy took Ed's hand into his own and brought both of them to Paul's incredibly swollen crotch. Paul made a strange, whimpering sound in the back of his throat as they began to rub him through the thick layer of denim.

"Damn," Ed said, doing a quick mental calculation. "Roy, he's almost as big-"

"Say it and die-"

"AAAAACK!!"

Paul's eyes rolled in their sockets and he began to shudder before falling to the ground onto his side.

Horrified, Ed cried out, "Oh my God! Did we just kill him?"

"No, silly. He came."

Ed was momentarily confused. "Are you serious? Already???"

Roy shrugged as they looked down at the poor birthday boy, who was still trembling, panting heavily, with both hands cupping his groin.

"Paul?" he called out, gently nudging him with his foot. "You okay?"

"Mmmmgrh."

The answer was good enough for Roy. "We're going into the bedroom. Meet us in there when you're feeling up to it, okay?"

Roy and Ed wandered off into Paul's bedroom, leaving him to writhe on the floor in afterglow.


TO BE CONTINUED... IN PAUL'S ROOM!!! O_O


AN: My partner is working on a very, very special sketch of Roy, Ed, and Paul. I'm hoping to receive in in a day or two. Yay for sketchpr0n!!!