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Poor Paul 9: Toys
**I am reposting this chapter to clarify that NO, this is not the end of Poor Paul! In many ways, it's just the beginning!! O_O
**AND to add that a sketch for this story can be found in the LJ version of this story. The link to my fic LJ is in my profile.**
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Title: Poor Paul 9: Toys
Pairing: RoyxEd
Rating: NC17 (graphic sex, language, silicone abuse)
Timeline: None- AU
Summary: Paul might not be out of the closet... but his box of goodies is!
AN: This is the continuation/conclusion of PP8: Birthday Surprise!
Poor Paul 9: Toys
“Roy, it’s been like twenty minutes. Go out there and make sure he’s still alive.”
“You go. I’m busy.”
Roy was on his knees, nosing around in Paul’s closet. Ed glared at him and had a perverse urge to pull on the red ribbon that dangled loosely from his cock. They had decided to wait for their host to arrive before doing anything else, but Ed was starting to get antsy.
“He could be dead out there."
“Again with the dead. He came in his pants; he’s probably just cleaning himself up.”
“Will you stop going through his closet? That’s so nosy!”
Roy stopped rummaging long enough to turn and look at his lover. “Ed. We just connived our way into his apartment, got naked, and rubbed him off. Somehow I don’t think he’d really mind this.”
“There could be a body in there for all you know.”
“I’m pretty sure the only kind of body Paul would have in here is the blow-up kind,” Roy stated, turning back to the closet. “Hello!”
Ed sat up on the bed. “What? What is it??”
Roy extracted a large box from Paul’s closet, looking down into it in astonishment. “Whoa.”
“What?!”
Standing up, Roy grabbed the box and brought it over to the bed. Ed peeked into it…
“Wow.”
“Wow, indeed,” Roy agreed.
Ed reached into the box and immediately pulled his hand back.
“They’re not going to bite you, jackass.”
“I don’t know if that stuff is clean!” Ed glared at Roy again but quickly relented; he was the only one who could ever get away with using the word jackass as a term of endearment. “We don’t even know if it’s his.”
“Smell it and find out.”
“That’s disgusting.”
Roy smirked and threw caution to the wind, reaching into the box and pulling out a very long, very veiny neon pink dildo.
The two men looked at it, and then each other, in amazement.
“It sure is… pink,” Ed said.
“Yes, it is,” Roy concurred.
Something else in the box caught Roy’s attention. He stared at it for a very long time.
“Hm. I’m going to go out on a limb and say that this is all Paul’s stuff after all.”
“How do you know for sure?”
Roy set the dildo down beside him and pulled out a silicone masturbator in the shape of a-
“Is that a… a… va… va… va…” Ed blushed, unable to continue.
“Vagina,” Roy said. “Vagina, vagina, vagina. Saying it won’t make you straight, you know.”
“Shut up.” Ed cast a distrusting glance at the apparatus as if it might bite him after all.
“Besides, that’s not what it is.” Roy handed it to Ed and picked up the dildo.
“Huh?” Ed stared closely at it, trying to understand.
“It’s not a vagina. It’s-“
A loud gasp interrupted Ed’s sex toy education. Roy and Ed turned to the doorway and saw Paul watching them inspect his booty. He had changed clothes… although where those new clothes had been, Roy had no idea.
“Hi Paul,” he said, as if sitting there, naked and wielding a large neon pink dildo no less, was an everyday occurrence.
“Um…” Paul could manage no more than that.
“Don’t try to tell us this was your girlfriend’s stuff, Paul…. Unless she had a thing for silicone asses, that is.”
Silicone asses??? Ed mouthed and gaped at the implement in his hand.
“Come on over,” Roy said, setting the box on the floor and patting the space on the bed between him and Ed.
Paul obediently shuffled over to the bed and sat down. Roy gave him a cool, almost predatory look while firmly grasping the dildo in his right hand. Ed was too busy staring at the artificial anus he was holding to pay heed to anything else.
Roy snuck a glance around Paul’s shoulder. “Hey, Ed? Babe? You wanna pay attention for a second?”
Ed dutifully placed the lump of silicone in his lap.
“So Paul,” Roy continued. “Since it’s your birthday, we had originally decided to put on a little show for you. Anything you wanted.”
“Anything?” Paul swallowed hard thinking of the possibilities.
“Anything?” Ed echoed, apparently unaware of this as well.
“Anything,” Roy stated. “But now…” he held up the dildo with a gleam in his black eyes. “Now, I have another idea.”
“You do?” Paul asked.
“You do?” Ed parroted.
“I do,” Roy said, stroking the dildo with his left hand and smiling in a way that made the birthday boy excited and scared at the same time.
“Take off your clothes,” Roy demanded.
*****
Handcuffs? Check.
Frilly blindfold? Check.
Banana-flavored lube? Check.
Large neon pink dildo? Check.
Silicone ass? Check.
“I think we’re good to go,” Roy said, looking over his shoulder at the luckiest man on the planet.
“Oh, what about this mouth-ball thingy?” Ed asked, snatching a ball gag out of the box and almost hitting himself in the eye with it.
Roy raised an eyebrow. “Damn Paul…. Um, no. No ball gag. I want to hear him.”
As if in answer to Roy’s request, Paul let out a small moan of anticipation.
He lay on his side, naked, with his wrists above his head and handcuffed to the headboard of the bed. A frilly black blindfold covered his eyes and a very large erection jutted out from his groin.
The two lovers crawled into the bed on opposite sides of Paul. Roy positioned himself behind the blindfolded man and Ed in front, trying to avoid the hard on that twitched about like some sort of divining rod.
Roy produced the flavored lube and poured a generous amount into his palm, stroking it onto the dildo in a way that made Ed forget everything else. When he was done, he poured a bit more into his hand and gave the bottle to Ed, who poured an obscene amount of liquid onto, and into, the silicone masturbator. He grimaced as he worked the lube around and inside of the hole; he wasn’t grossed out, but simply concentrating on the task at hand and trying not to get hard. Well. Harder.
Roy scooted closer to Paul and positioned the dildo at his opening. He paused, resting his head on Paul’s shoulder. “You alright?”
"Y-y-yeah,” the man replied, sounding anything but.
Roy raised his head and looked at his lover, who was smearing lube all over the sex toy like he was frosting a cake.
“Ed? We’re waiting.”
“Oh, sorry,” Ed said. He lowered the silicone masturbator and placed the fake entrance directly over the tip of Paul’s swollen cock, causing the man to moan and shudder. With another slight push, aided by the ridiculous amount of lube Ed had administered, it disappeared into the hole as Roy pushed the head of the dildo into Paul’s ass.
“AHHH.... AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
“He’s stealing your lines,” Roy smirked, easing the dildo in as far as it would go and proceeding to plunder him with it.
“I know,” Ed grinned, shoving the artificial device onto Paul’s cock in one slick move and sliding it up and down the length of him.
“UHHHH UHHHHH UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GAWWWWWWWWD!!”
Paul began to thrust his hips like a wild man, pulling against the handcuffs that bound him. He impaled himself on the neon pink dildo and then shoved his cock into the silicone ass as far as it would go… back and forth… over and over again… crying out hoarsely in pleasure. At one point he thrust so hard that the super-lubed device almost flew out of Ed’s hands. He and Roy rarely ever used lube; how the hell was he supposed it got so damn slippery??
(And didn't taste half bad???)
“Harder… oh… oh yeah… fuck my ass… yeah… fuck it!!!” Paul panted breathlessly. Roy and Ed looked at each other, surprised yet impressed by Paul’s fuck talk.
Never one to disappoint, Roy grabbed a handful of Paul’s hair, pulling his head back. He tightened his grip on the dildo and began ramming him mercilessly.
Paul let out a bloodcurdling scream that just barely continued to qualify as pleasure. Roy relented just a tad on the pounding, wondering if maybe the ball gag wasn’t such a bad idea…
The two lovers continued to fake-fuck their biggest fan, staring at each other over Paul’s shoulder, each of them painfully hard in their own right.
“Come here,” Roy whispered in a husky voice.
Ed leaned forward and Roy devoured his mouth, neither of them missing a stroke as Paul shuddered helplessly beneath them.
“I’m g-g… I’m… gon… C-COME!!!!”
Knowing absolutely nothing about the sex toy in his hand, wrapped around Paul’s cock, it was only then that Ed thought to wonder where the man’s cum would go and prepared himself to duck-
Paul bucked his hips hard as he came, causing an unsuspecting Ed to tumble right off the bed. Roy quickly compensated by working him from both ends until he was done and watching in amusement as his poor, vertically challenged lover scrambled back onto the bed.
Roy slowly withdrew both devices and set them down on the floor… (it wasn’t his carpet). He grabbed the keys to the handcuffs off of the nightstand beside him and freed Paul’s wrists. He then removed the frilly blindfold from Paul’s face. His eyes were still closed, and his mouth hung open, gasping for air.
“Happy Birthday, Paul,” Roy said, giving him a slap on the ass.
“Hey,” Ed said. They had made a pact to do things equally to Paul which, to Ed’s knowledge, most certainly did not include Roy’s impromptu ass-slapping.
“Don’t worry,” Roy reassured him. “Your ass’ll be getting much more than that in a minute.”
*****
While leaving Paul on the bed to recoup, Roy and Ed headed into the shower to wash away banana flavoring.
And to fuck.
A lot.
*****
And later, there was cake.
Roy was stuck serving since neither Paul nor Ed could walk properly.
“So Paul,” he said. “Any thoughts for your next birthday?.... Or… you know... whenever….”
Paul lowered his head and blushed.
“Oh come on, don’t be shy now. What do you want?”
He mumbled a reply that no one could hear.
“What was that?” Roy asked.
“I want him… to… do you.”
Roy’s mouth hit the table. Ed stopped shoveling cake into his mouth like it was going out of style long enough to realize what was being said.
“Uh… let’s not get too hasty-“ Roy began.
“Sounds good to me!” Ed cut in eagerly, licking frosting from the corner of his mouth.
“Shut up and eat your cake,” Roy grumbled, shoving a bite of cake into Ed’s mouth and sealing it with a kiss.
*****
And thus began a new year and a new era of perverted possibilities... and Ed's fascination with flavored lube.
AN: So… I wrote this as a compromise between those of you who wanted to see Roy and Ed fuck the shit out of Paul and those of you who had adopted a staunch look-but-don’t-touch attitude… although with the frilly blindfold, I guess there wasn’t much looking going on… you get what I’m trying to say! Anywho, I know that I can’t possibly please everyone (even though I do try… sometimes) but for my own somewhat rabid devotion to RoyxEd, I’m happy with the sex-not-sex. That’s not to say that there won’t be any actual penetration of the non-silicone variety down the road. But for now, I’m savvy with how things are going with this unlikely OT3. Hope you are too.
**AND to add that a sketch for this story can be found in the LJ version of this story. The link to my fic LJ is in my profile.**
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Title: Poor Paul 9: Toys
Pairing: RoyxEd
Rating: NC17 (graphic sex, language, silicone abuse)
Timeline: None- AU
Summary: Paul might not be out of the closet... but his box of goodies is!
AN: This is the continuation/conclusion of PP8: Birthday Surprise!
Poor Paul 9: Toys
“Roy, it’s been like twenty minutes. Go out there and make sure he’s still alive.”
“You go. I’m busy.”
Roy was on his knees, nosing around in Paul’s closet. Ed glared at him and had a perverse urge to pull on the red ribbon that dangled loosely from his cock. They had decided to wait for their host to arrive before doing anything else, but Ed was starting to get antsy.
“He could be dead out there."
“Again with the dead. He came in his pants; he’s probably just cleaning himself up.”
“Will you stop going through his closet? That’s so nosy!”
Roy stopped rummaging long enough to turn and look at his lover. “Ed. We just connived our way into his apartment, got naked, and rubbed him off. Somehow I don’t think he’d really mind this.”
“There could be a body in there for all you know.”
“I’m pretty sure the only kind of body Paul would have in here is the blow-up kind,” Roy stated, turning back to the closet. “Hello!”
Ed sat up on the bed. “What? What is it??”
Roy extracted a large box from Paul’s closet, looking down into it in astonishment. “Whoa.”
“What?!”
Standing up, Roy grabbed the box and brought it over to the bed. Ed peeked into it…
“Wow.”
“Wow, indeed,” Roy agreed.
Ed reached into the box and immediately pulled his hand back.
“They’re not going to bite you, jackass.”
“I don’t know if that stuff is clean!” Ed glared at Roy again but quickly relented; he was the only one who could ever get away with using the word jackass as a term of endearment. “We don’t even know if it’s his.”
“Smell it and find out.”
“That’s disgusting.”
Roy smirked and threw caution to the wind, reaching into the box and pulling out a very long, very veiny neon pink dildo.
The two men looked at it, and then each other, in amazement.
“It sure is… pink,” Ed said.
“Yes, it is,” Roy concurred.
Something else in the box caught Roy’s attention. He stared at it for a very long time.
“Hm. I’m going to go out on a limb and say that this is all Paul’s stuff after all.”
“How do you know for sure?”
Roy set the dildo down beside him and pulled out a silicone masturbator in the shape of a-
“Is that a… a… va… va… va…” Ed blushed, unable to continue.
“Vagina,” Roy said. “Vagina, vagina, vagina. Saying it won’t make you straight, you know.”
“Shut up.” Ed cast a distrusting glance at the apparatus as if it might bite him after all.
“Besides, that’s not what it is.” Roy handed it to Ed and picked up the dildo.
“Huh?” Ed stared closely at it, trying to understand.
“It’s not a vagina. It’s-“
A loud gasp interrupted Ed’s sex toy education. Roy and Ed turned to the doorway and saw Paul watching them inspect his booty. He had changed clothes… although where those new clothes had been, Roy had no idea.
“Hi Paul,” he said, as if sitting there, naked and wielding a large neon pink dildo no less, was an everyday occurrence.
“Um…” Paul could manage no more than that.
“Don’t try to tell us this was your girlfriend’s stuff, Paul…. Unless she had a thing for silicone asses, that is.”
Silicone asses??? Ed mouthed and gaped at the implement in his hand.
“Come on over,” Roy said, setting the box on the floor and patting the space on the bed between him and Ed.
Paul obediently shuffled over to the bed and sat down. Roy gave him a cool, almost predatory look while firmly grasping the dildo in his right hand. Ed was too busy staring at the artificial anus he was holding to pay heed to anything else.
Roy snuck a glance around Paul’s shoulder. “Hey, Ed? Babe? You wanna pay attention for a second?”
Ed dutifully placed the lump of silicone in his lap.
“So Paul,” Roy continued. “Since it’s your birthday, we had originally decided to put on a little show for you. Anything you wanted.”
“Anything?” Paul swallowed hard thinking of the possibilities.
“Anything?” Ed echoed, apparently unaware of this as well.
“Anything,” Roy stated. “But now…” he held up the dildo with a gleam in his black eyes. “Now, I have another idea.”
“You do?” Paul asked.
“You do?” Ed parroted.
“I do,” Roy said, stroking the dildo with his left hand and smiling in a way that made the birthday boy excited and scared at the same time.
“Take off your clothes,” Roy demanded.
*****
Handcuffs? Check.
Frilly blindfold? Check.
Banana-flavored lube? Check.
Large neon pink dildo? Check.
Silicone ass? Check.
“I think we’re good to go,” Roy said, looking over his shoulder at the luckiest man on the planet.
“Oh, what about this mouth-ball thingy?” Ed asked, snatching a ball gag out of the box and almost hitting himself in the eye with it.
Roy raised an eyebrow. “Damn Paul…. Um, no. No ball gag. I want to hear him.”
As if in answer to Roy’s request, Paul let out a small moan of anticipation.
He lay on his side, naked, with his wrists above his head and handcuffed to the headboard of the bed. A frilly black blindfold covered his eyes and a very large erection jutted out from his groin.
The two lovers crawled into the bed on opposite sides of Paul. Roy positioned himself behind the blindfolded man and Ed in front, trying to avoid the hard on that twitched about like some sort of divining rod.
Roy produced the flavored lube and poured a generous amount into his palm, stroking it onto the dildo in a way that made Ed forget everything else. When he was done, he poured a bit more into his hand and gave the bottle to Ed, who poured an obscene amount of liquid onto, and into, the silicone masturbator. He grimaced as he worked the lube around and inside of the hole; he wasn’t grossed out, but simply concentrating on the task at hand and trying not to get hard. Well. Harder.
Roy scooted closer to Paul and positioned the dildo at his opening. He paused, resting his head on Paul’s shoulder. “You alright?”
"Y-y-yeah,” the man replied, sounding anything but.
Roy raised his head and looked at his lover, who was smearing lube all over the sex toy like he was frosting a cake.
“Ed? We’re waiting.”
“Oh, sorry,” Ed said. He lowered the silicone masturbator and placed the fake entrance directly over the tip of Paul’s swollen cock, causing the man to moan and shudder. With another slight push, aided by the ridiculous amount of lube Ed had administered, it disappeared into the hole as Roy pushed the head of the dildo into Paul’s ass.
“AHHH.... AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
“He’s stealing your lines,” Roy smirked, easing the dildo in as far as it would go and proceeding to plunder him with it.
“I know,” Ed grinned, shoving the artificial device onto Paul’s cock in one slick move and sliding it up and down the length of him.
“UHHHH UHHHHH UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GAWWWWWWWWD!!”
Paul began to thrust his hips like a wild man, pulling against the handcuffs that bound him. He impaled himself on the neon pink dildo and then shoved his cock into the silicone ass as far as it would go… back and forth… over and over again… crying out hoarsely in pleasure. At one point he thrust so hard that the super-lubed device almost flew out of Ed’s hands. He and Roy rarely ever used lube; how the hell was he supposed it got so damn slippery??
(And didn't taste half bad???)
“Harder… oh… oh yeah… fuck my ass… yeah… fuck it!!!” Paul panted breathlessly. Roy and Ed looked at each other, surprised yet impressed by Paul’s fuck talk.
Never one to disappoint, Roy grabbed a handful of Paul’s hair, pulling his head back. He tightened his grip on the dildo and began ramming him mercilessly.
Paul let out a bloodcurdling scream that just barely continued to qualify as pleasure. Roy relented just a tad on the pounding, wondering if maybe the ball gag wasn’t such a bad idea…
The two lovers continued to fake-fuck their biggest fan, staring at each other over Paul’s shoulder, each of them painfully hard in their own right.
“Come here,” Roy whispered in a husky voice.
Ed leaned forward and Roy devoured his mouth, neither of them missing a stroke as Paul shuddered helplessly beneath them.
“I’m g-g… I’m… gon… C-COME!!!!”
Knowing absolutely nothing about the sex toy in his hand, wrapped around Paul’s cock, it was only then that Ed thought to wonder where the man’s cum would go and prepared himself to duck-
Paul bucked his hips hard as he came, causing an unsuspecting Ed to tumble right off the bed. Roy quickly compensated by working him from both ends until he was done and watching in amusement as his poor, vertically challenged lover scrambled back onto the bed.
Roy slowly withdrew both devices and set them down on the floor… (it wasn’t his carpet). He grabbed the keys to the handcuffs off of the nightstand beside him and freed Paul’s wrists. He then removed the frilly blindfold from Paul’s face. His eyes were still closed, and his mouth hung open, gasping for air.
“Happy Birthday, Paul,” Roy said, giving him a slap on the ass.
“Hey,” Ed said. They had made a pact to do things equally to Paul which, to Ed’s knowledge, most certainly did not include Roy’s impromptu ass-slapping.
“Don’t worry,” Roy reassured him. “Your ass’ll be getting much more than that in a minute.”
*****
While leaving Paul on the bed to recoup, Roy and Ed headed into the shower to wash away banana flavoring.
And to fuck.
A lot.
*****
And later, there was cake.
Roy was stuck serving since neither Paul nor Ed could walk properly.
“So Paul,” he said. “Any thoughts for your next birthday?.... Or… you know... whenever….”
Paul lowered his head and blushed.
“Oh come on, don’t be shy now. What do you want?”
He mumbled a reply that no one could hear.
“What was that?” Roy asked.
“I want him… to… do you.”
Roy’s mouth hit the table. Ed stopped shoveling cake into his mouth like it was going out of style long enough to realize what was being said.
“Uh… let’s not get too hasty-“ Roy began.
“Sounds good to me!” Ed cut in eagerly, licking frosting from the corner of his mouth.
“Shut up and eat your cake,” Roy grumbled, shoving a bite of cake into Ed’s mouth and sealing it with a kiss.
*****
And thus began a new year and a new era of perverted possibilities... and Ed's fascination with flavored lube.
AN: So… I wrote this as a compromise between those of you who wanted to see Roy and Ed fuck the shit out of Paul and those of you who had adopted a staunch look-but-don’t-touch attitude… although with the frilly blindfold, I guess there wasn’t much looking going on… you get what I’m trying to say! Anywho, I know that I can’t possibly please everyone (even though I do try… sometimes) but for my own somewhat rabid devotion to RoyxEd, I’m happy with the sex-not-sex. That’s not to say that there won’t be any actual penetration of the non-silicone variety down the road. But for now, I’m savvy with how things are going with this unlikely OT3. Hope you are too.