Seeing The Dark Of You
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Chapter Nine
Title: Seeing The Dark Of You, Chapter Nine
Rating: PG-13 (NC-17 overall)
Type: Yaoi, A/U
Pairings: Roy/Ed, one-sided Elricest
Warnings: Implied Elricest, slight almost non-con type situation...
Summary: With Ed's 18th birthday quickly approaching, his infatuation with Roy starts taking over more and more of his life. What will Ed do when that blessed day finally arrives?
A/N: FFFFFF, I'm on fi-ah here, people! Woot for super-fast updates! Trust me, they're just as good for me as they are for you! XD It almost pains me to leave a story sitting for too long. Which is a good, good thing, seeing as this one's almost done! o/
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A sharp gasp parted my lips and I sat up almost painfully straight as I felt gentle fingers on my neck, running over the large bite mark that was still there. A flush ran up my neck and onto my cheeks; I'd just about yelled at Roy for leaving that mark because I was sure that--
“He didn't hurt you, did he?” Al asked. Just as I knew he would. Flinching, I pulled away from Al's touch, not liking at all--or did I like it too much?--what it was doing to me.
“I'm fine, Al,” I said, voice sharper than I had meant for it to be. But I couldn't help it, not with the shivers running rampant along my spine.
“You... wanted him to do it?”
His voice was almost curious... like he really, truly wanted to know, for his own knowledge. Not just some rhetorical question or backwards psychology meant to make me rethink my... my arrangement with Roy. I didn't dare call it a relationship. Not after all of my failed attempts to talk to him about it. The minute any words unrelated to sex came from my mouth, I was silenced with a kiss, or a hand down my pants.
“Al...” I started, licking my lips uncomfortably, shifting in my seat to pull away from him. I was glad he was behind me, that I couldn't see him. It would've made this even harder, having to deal with such questions. “I don't want to talk to you about that kind of crap. You're my brother, it's just... weird.”
I could see it in my mind's eye, Alphonse's instant shift from his original caring, concerned body language to a more pained stance, shoulders likely slumped at my response. I still wasn't entirely sure whether all of Al's pain was coming from just not being able to be as close to me as we used to be. We'd drifted apart as brothers ever since my infatuation with Roy began. But I never saw it as a bad thing until that night I'd heard him whimpering my name.
He was so hurt... He just wants to be close to me...
But I couldn't just talk to my brother about my relationship with Roy, either. No matter hut much it may pain Alphonse, I wasn't going to talk about my sex life with him. And especially not my fucked up kinks. It would be a cold day in Hell before I told Al that I get off from pain, that having my neck almost torn open had given me one of the best orgasms I'd ever had.
I heard a sigh behind me, then his fingers were on my neck again, sending a spark through my nerves, right to my core. I couldn't help but shudder at it and didn't even think about how... wrong it was to react that way to my own brother's touch.
Before I could say anything, though, he pulled away and soft footsteps reached my ears. A slight, echoing click as Alphonse shut his bedroom door and I was left alone at the kitchen table wondering just why Al's gait had seemed lighter, happier than before.
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I looked around cautiously as I entered Roy's house. There was no way in Hell I'd let that bastard sneak up on me again. We were going to talk, and there was no way out of it for him, whether he liked it or not. And I was pretty damned sure he'd be leaning towards the 'not' side of that fence.
“Hello, Edward,” Roy said, practically purring my name as he sat up from where he was curled up on the couch with a book.
I flashed him a smile, and, not wanting to seem distant at all, went to sit next to him, flopping down with my usual lack of grace, trying to override my urge to just lay myself out in utter comfort on the soft cushions. I had to remind myself why I was here; it definitely wasn't to get comfortable on Roy's leather couch.
Almost immediately, Roy's arm wound around me, pulling me against his chest in... what was almost a warm embrace. But the excited, hopeful feeling in my stomach balled up into a heavy ache the moment his other hand slid to my belt.
“Roy, I'm not here for that,” I bit out, my anger flaring up right away.
Roy paused for a moment, actually seeming to think over my words, a curious look on his face. But then that damned smirk spread over his lips and his skillful fingers were working my belt open before I even realized it. I slapped his hand away, all but growling at him.
“I'm here to talk, Roy,” I said, keeping my hand on his wrist, gripping tightly so he couldn't move it back to my pants again. His smirk faded into a frown at my words and I saw his eyes flash slightly. I shuddered, but didn't let on that I'd been otherwise affected at all by that.
But, it seemed the shudder was enough to make Roy ignore my words completely as he wrenched his hand from my grasp--and it had to be my fucking weak, right hand, too, didn't it?--his fingers now trailing up and under the hem of my shirt.
“We can talk after, Ed,” he breathed out, tongue flicking over my ear, teeth grazing perfectly over my jawline.
You always say that... and we never talk, Roy. Never.
Another shudder, but I held firm, leaning back into the cushions, trying to avoid his touches as best I could.
“No!” I said, grabbing his wrist again, this time in my stronger left hand. I wasn't going to let him keep going this time. “We're going to talk now. I'm sick of you fucking around with me, Roy. You've been taking advantage of my feelings!”
Roy quirked a brow at my words and his other hand raised to my face, cupping my cheek gently. My eyes widened for a moment at the sudden, soft contact. So different from anything Roy had ever done...
Rating: PG-13 (NC-17 overall)
Type: Yaoi, A/U
Pairings: Roy/Ed, one-sided Elricest
Warnings: Implied Elricest, slight almost non-con type situation...
Summary: With Ed's 18th birthday quickly approaching, his infatuation with Roy starts taking over more and more of his life. What will Ed do when that blessed day finally arrives?
A/N: FFFFFF, I'm on fi-ah here, people! Woot for super-fast updates! Trust me, they're just as good for me as they are for you! XD It almost pains me to leave a story sitting for too long. Which is a good, good thing, seeing as this one's almost done! o/
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A sharp gasp parted my lips and I sat up almost painfully straight as I felt gentle fingers on my neck, running over the large bite mark that was still there. A flush ran up my neck and onto my cheeks; I'd just about yelled at Roy for leaving that mark because I was sure that--
“He didn't hurt you, did he?” Al asked. Just as I knew he would. Flinching, I pulled away from Al's touch, not liking at all--or did I like it too much?--what it was doing to me.
“I'm fine, Al,” I said, voice sharper than I had meant for it to be. But I couldn't help it, not with the shivers running rampant along my spine.
“You... wanted him to do it?”
His voice was almost curious... like he really, truly wanted to know, for his own knowledge. Not just some rhetorical question or backwards psychology meant to make me rethink my... my arrangement with Roy. I didn't dare call it a relationship. Not after all of my failed attempts to talk to him about it. The minute any words unrelated to sex came from my mouth, I was silenced with a kiss, or a hand down my pants.
“Al...” I started, licking my lips uncomfortably, shifting in my seat to pull away from him. I was glad he was behind me, that I couldn't see him. It would've made this even harder, having to deal with such questions. “I don't want to talk to you about that kind of crap. You're my brother, it's just... weird.”
I could see it in my mind's eye, Alphonse's instant shift from his original caring, concerned body language to a more pained stance, shoulders likely slumped at my response. I still wasn't entirely sure whether all of Al's pain was coming from just not being able to be as close to me as we used to be. We'd drifted apart as brothers ever since my infatuation with Roy began. But I never saw it as a bad thing until that night I'd heard him whimpering my name.
He was so hurt... He just wants to be close to me...
But I couldn't just talk to my brother about my relationship with Roy, either. No matter hut much it may pain Alphonse, I wasn't going to talk about my sex life with him. And especially not my fucked up kinks. It would be a cold day in Hell before I told Al that I get off from pain, that having my neck almost torn open had given me one of the best orgasms I'd ever had.
I heard a sigh behind me, then his fingers were on my neck again, sending a spark through my nerves, right to my core. I couldn't help but shudder at it and didn't even think about how... wrong it was to react that way to my own brother's touch.
Before I could say anything, though, he pulled away and soft footsteps reached my ears. A slight, echoing click as Alphonse shut his bedroom door and I was left alone at the kitchen table wondering just why Al's gait had seemed lighter, happier than before.
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I looked around cautiously as I entered Roy's house. There was no way in Hell I'd let that bastard sneak up on me again. We were going to talk, and there was no way out of it for him, whether he liked it or not. And I was pretty damned sure he'd be leaning towards the 'not' side of that fence.
“Hello, Edward,” Roy said, practically purring my name as he sat up from where he was curled up on the couch with a book.
I flashed him a smile, and, not wanting to seem distant at all, went to sit next to him, flopping down with my usual lack of grace, trying to override my urge to just lay myself out in utter comfort on the soft cushions. I had to remind myself why I was here; it definitely wasn't to get comfortable on Roy's leather couch.
Almost immediately, Roy's arm wound around me, pulling me against his chest in... what was almost a warm embrace. But the excited, hopeful feeling in my stomach balled up into a heavy ache the moment his other hand slid to my belt.
“Roy, I'm not here for that,” I bit out, my anger flaring up right away.
Roy paused for a moment, actually seeming to think over my words, a curious look on his face. But then that damned smirk spread over his lips and his skillful fingers were working my belt open before I even realized it. I slapped his hand away, all but growling at him.
“I'm here to talk, Roy,” I said, keeping my hand on his wrist, gripping tightly so he couldn't move it back to my pants again. His smirk faded into a frown at my words and I saw his eyes flash slightly. I shuddered, but didn't let on that I'd been otherwise affected at all by that.
But, it seemed the shudder was enough to make Roy ignore my words completely as he wrenched his hand from my grasp--and it had to be my fucking weak, right hand, too, didn't it?--his fingers now trailing up and under the hem of my shirt.
“We can talk after, Ed,” he breathed out, tongue flicking over my ear, teeth grazing perfectly over my jawline.
You always say that... and we never talk, Roy. Never.
Another shudder, but I held firm, leaning back into the cushions, trying to avoid his touches as best I could.
“No!” I said, grabbing his wrist again, this time in my stronger left hand. I wasn't going to let him keep going this time. “We're going to talk now. I'm sick of you fucking around with me, Roy. You've been taking advantage of my feelings!”
Roy quirked a brow at my words and his other hand raised to my face, cupping my cheek gently. My eyes widened for a moment at the sudden, soft contact. So different from anything Roy had ever done...