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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,397
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Full Metal Alchemist, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Explosions Of The Not So Innocent Kind
DISCLAIMER:
OBVIOUSLY I DON’T OWN FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST, OR ELSE ROY AND ED WOULD BE LONG OUT OF THE CLOSET AND HUGHES (SNIFF SNIFF) WOULD SOOOOOOOOOOOO NOT BE DEAD. I DO NOT PROFIT MONETARILY FROM THIS CREATIVE GENIUS OF MINE, MORE\'S THE PITY. THE ONLY CHARACTERS THAT I DO OWN (OR ARE ON LOAN FROM THE OWNER) ARE ISIRIUS (MINE) AND MOON (MY BETA). IF YOU NEED TO BLAME SOMEONE FOR ANY OF THE CONTENT IN THIS STORY PLEASE WRITE TO: CAT THE HENTAI MUSE C/O FYRNISIS@HOTMAIL.COM. HE PROBABLY WON\'T ANSWER THOUGH. HE HATES BEING WOKEN UP.
Chapter 9: Explosions of the Not So Innocent Kind.
The Asshole wasn’t paying any attention to anything Ed was saying. He was just standing there staring at the bed, a haunted look on his face.
“Yo, Dip. Are you gonna say something? Your brain hasn’t collapsed or something, has it? ‘Cause I’m not gonna clean up your drool or anything.”
‘What the hell is wrong with me? This is the pipsqueak here. There is absolutely nothing sexually stimulating about him.. it.. what the hell?!? Why am I even thinking about him at the same time as sex… NO! Don’t look at him!! Remain calm and everything will be just fine, he’ll eventually leave… Is he even a he? I mean if he has… NO, NO, NO!!!’
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN IS HE A HE?!?” The shout in his ear made Roy turn to face… Ed as horror spread through his nervous system. Had he said that last part out loud? And when did he start? Oh God, please not with the sex part.
“LISTEN you Horses’ Ass, I was born a guy and I’ll die a guy, present physiology not withstanding. So you just get all that ‘Is he’ crap out’a that empty head of yours. I wanna be able to hear the ocean when you open your mouth again, got it? Hey, are you PAYING ATTENTION?!”
Roy was paying attention, but not to Ed’s ranting. The little nut was bouncing with every third word and the effect on Roy’s conscious was mesmerizing. Now Roy, being a very frequent “friend” to the ladies, had never gotten used to the idea of refraining from making some sort of pass toward any sort of female, and the luscious mounds jiggling in front of his eyes screamed woman to his scrambled wits.
As soon as Ed felt fingers traversing that bobbing portion of himself his ranting came to an immediate and abrupt halt. The seventy miles per hour part of his brain began screeching “get it off,” while the rest of his mind had gone completely numb from the shock of skilled fingers. Even if he were comatose, Roy Mustang’s fingers would traverse the terrain of a breast with cunning brilliance.
After three years of having huge knockers Ed was pretty well used to pummeling the owners of perverted hands, but somehow his fists remained limp and nerveless. His voice came out broken and hoarse, “wh-wha…” attracting Mustang’s gaze up to his mouth… his lips… ‘oh my god his tongue is in my mouth’.
Roy Mustang’s agile tongue explored every nuance, every crevice of the mouth his own was plastered to. His brain refused to acknowledge the siren going of in the back of his head warning of an impeding overload. Not to mention the auto-mail fist that finally connected with his exposed sternum, followed by the corresponding foot to his stomach.
“What the… Oh my… Twisted… You… WHAT THE HELL?!?!?”
OBVIOUSLY I DON’T OWN FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST, OR ELSE ROY AND ED WOULD BE LONG OUT OF THE CLOSET AND HUGHES (SNIFF SNIFF) WOULD SOOOOOOOOOOOO NOT BE DEAD. I DO NOT PROFIT MONETARILY FROM THIS CREATIVE GENIUS OF MINE, MORE\'S THE PITY. THE ONLY CHARACTERS THAT I DO OWN (OR ARE ON LOAN FROM THE OWNER) ARE ISIRIUS (MINE) AND MOON (MY BETA). IF YOU NEED TO BLAME SOMEONE FOR ANY OF THE CONTENT IN THIS STORY PLEASE WRITE TO: CAT THE HENTAI MUSE C/O FYRNISIS@HOTMAIL.COM. HE PROBABLY WON\'T ANSWER THOUGH. HE HATES BEING WOKEN UP.
Chapter 9: Explosions of the Not So Innocent Kind.
The Asshole wasn’t paying any attention to anything Ed was saying. He was just standing there staring at the bed, a haunted look on his face.
“Yo, Dip. Are you gonna say something? Your brain hasn’t collapsed or something, has it? ‘Cause I’m not gonna clean up your drool or anything.”
‘What the hell is wrong with me? This is the pipsqueak here. There is absolutely nothing sexually stimulating about him.. it.. what the hell?!? Why am I even thinking about him at the same time as sex… NO! Don’t look at him!! Remain calm and everything will be just fine, he’ll eventually leave… Is he even a he? I mean if he has… NO, NO, NO!!!’
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN IS HE A HE?!?” The shout in his ear made Roy turn to face… Ed as horror spread through his nervous system. Had he said that last part out loud? And when did he start? Oh God, please not with the sex part.
“LISTEN you Horses’ Ass, I was born a guy and I’ll die a guy, present physiology not withstanding. So you just get all that ‘Is he’ crap out’a that empty head of yours. I wanna be able to hear the ocean when you open your mouth again, got it? Hey, are you PAYING ATTENTION?!”
Roy was paying attention, but not to Ed’s ranting. The little nut was bouncing with every third word and the effect on Roy’s conscious was mesmerizing. Now Roy, being a very frequent “friend” to the ladies, had never gotten used to the idea of refraining from making some sort of pass toward any sort of female, and the luscious mounds jiggling in front of his eyes screamed woman to his scrambled wits.
As soon as Ed felt fingers traversing that bobbing portion of himself his ranting came to an immediate and abrupt halt. The seventy miles per hour part of his brain began screeching “get it off,” while the rest of his mind had gone completely numb from the shock of skilled fingers. Even if he were comatose, Roy Mustang’s fingers would traverse the terrain of a breast with cunning brilliance.
After three years of having huge knockers Ed was pretty well used to pummeling the owners of perverted hands, but somehow his fists remained limp and nerveless. His voice came out broken and hoarse, “wh-wha…” attracting Mustang’s gaze up to his mouth… his lips… ‘oh my god his tongue is in my mouth’.
Roy Mustang’s agile tongue explored every nuance, every crevice of the mouth his own was plastered to. His brain refused to acknowledge the siren going of in the back of his head warning of an impeding overload. Not to mention the auto-mail fist that finally connected with his exposed sternum, followed by the corresponding foot to his stomach.
“What the… Oh my… Twisted… You… WHAT THE HELL?!?!?”