Hold the Cherry

Disclaimer: hagaren belongs to Hiromu Arakawa, Squeenix, and a bunch of other people who most certainly did not intend for Roy, Ed, and Al to wind up in bed together :) Or maybe they did in which case, I shake my fist at them! *shakes fist*

Also, warning for mild food play, socket!sex, mild restraints...gah, it\'s a PWP. Expect a little bit of everything.

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He\'d thought maybe Edward would cool down about it, given time, but one look at his door told him otherwise. There was a long, jagged scar in the wood toward the bottom that hadn\'t been there the night before, and the gouge in the frame looked like someone - or something - had taken a bite out of it in his absence. An automail foot, most likely, and the fact that the wood hadn\'t been transmuted back together yet said that Al was still cross with him too. Roy considered repairing it himself, but hunger and laziness won out over cosmetics. It had been a long day, and it was only going to get longer if he didn\'t get some caffeine and food into his system in relatively short order. He shook his head and turned the key in the lock, ignoring the crude ephithet etched above the doorknob. Sometimes, it really was hard to tell just how old those two were supposed to be...

The lights were already on in his apartment.

\"Hello, Fullmetal.\" Roy sighed without looking, and deposited his keys on the end table by the door. Edward was perched neatly at one end of the couch, braid undone, tapping his fingers and practically radiating displeasure.

\"You bastard.\" He snarled, thrashing his loaner-leg angrily. It had a large concave patch near the ankle, no doubt the result of its fight with Roy\'s front door. \"Winry gave me HELL for this, you know.\"

\"I should think she\'d disapprove of you kicking my door in.\" Roy responded absently, shucking his top coat. He bent down to sort through the mail while he still had the chance - junk mail, junk mail, a love letter, bill. He piled them all up and deposited them neatly into the wastebasket by his desk. \"After all, you were denting her automail.\"

Edward snorted and folded his single arm indignantly, looking all the more ticked once he realized he had nothing to fold it with. \"She\'s more pissed at you, since you fucked up my good stuff.\" He asserted. \"You know how much those parts cost?!\"

\"I SAID I was sorry!\" Roy rumbled, daring to look Ed in the eye for the first time since he\'d entered. He could deal with a little grief, he supposed, since it had been his fault...but this was taking things just a bit too far. How was he supposed to know the polarity mattered, when Edward himself hadn\'t known how to hook up the switch? Alphonse was no better - in fact, he\'d been helping him hold Ed down. But the problem was that HE had been the one that had ultimately made the decision, and no matter how honest of a mistake it had been, HE\'D been the one to connect the circuit and run one and a half amps through Ed\'s body. It was still mildly surprising that Al hadn\'t killed him in Ed\'s place.

\"Well?\" He asked finally, folding both arms in front of him in an unconcious correction of Ed\'s awkward stance. Ed colored and made a face, clearly antagonized.

\"What do ya mean, well?!\" The blonde yelped. \"I want you to pay for it, stupid!\"

Roy winced in spite of himself.

\"Edward, be reasonable...\" He groaned, though he had little hope of the request working. \"Reasonable\" and \"Elric\" didn\'t belong in the same sentence together. \"That\'s like buying a car!\"

\"TWO cars.\" Ed grinned, with a wolfish expression. \"And I need it by Friday.\"

\"Don\'t you two have insurance?!\" He retorted, still taken aback by the demand. Sure, he had a fair bit of money stashed away, but this...

\"Yeah.\" The other alchemist responded. \"But I don\'t see why I should have to mess with that when YOU broke it.\" The way he didn\'t quite meet Roy\'s eyes though, told a different story.

Roy sighed again. He had the feeling he was going to be doing a lot of that in the near future. \"Let me guess - you\'re behind on your payments again.\"

Ed sputtered and flailed, looking decidedly off balance without his right arm. \"No! Well, okay, yes, but it wasn\'t my fault! The postman didn\'t put a stop on our mail, see, and when the box got full things just started piling, and I think that weirdo next door was taking stuff again, \'cause anyways I didn\'t see the final notice until we got back on Wednesday, and then--\"

Roy put a hand to his temples.

\"Okay, just expense it!\" He snapped, holding up a hand to hold the verbal torrent at bay. \"I\'ll have Hawkeye say it shorted out during an experiment. Have you gotten things straightened out with the insurance people yet?\"

\"Well, kinda...\" Ed huffed defensively. \"They weren\'t in today.\"

\"Make sure you do it tomorrow, alright? And for Gods\' sake, forward your bills to HQ when you\'re going to be out of town next time!\"

\"Yeah, yeah, I know!\" The younger man barked back. \"So I forgot, okay?! You still OWE me, you bastard!\" He growled, lurching to his feet.

\"I already told you, you can expense it!\" Roy replied, frustrated. \"Honestly, Fullmetal, were you listening to a word I--\"

Edward was suddenly much closer than he\'d been a few seconds ago, a bright golden bundle of fury looming large in his face. He looked like a lion like this, tawny hair bristling out from his head like a mane. \"That\'s not what I\'m talking about.\" He breathed, and his eyes narrowed to fierce, predatory slits. A human hand found its way into the front of Roy\'s shirt and twisted possessively, pulling him closer to Ed\'s body.

Roy swallowed hard.

Oh.

\"Edward, I\'m really not in the mood right now.\" He groaned, prying bony fingers away from his clothing. \"Maybe later...\"

\"No.\" Ed continued stubbornly. \"Now!\" He was almost childishly petulant, staring up with a pout that rivaled Alicia\'s finest.

\"Fullmetal, I haven\'t eaten all day!\" Roy protested, taking a step backwards. \"At least let me get a sandwich first...\"

\"You want sandwiches?\" Alphonse\'s voice queried from behind, and Roy whipped around so fast he saw spots. The younger Elric brother was standing there with a plate full of chicken, wearing an apron and...not much else. Actually, nothing at all. Roy blinked and tried to figure out which was worse, the throb in his head from his stress headache, or the throb in his groin from Al\'s unexpected arrival.

\"I was going to make stir fry, but I could do sandwiches, too.\" Al frowned, looking down at the contents of the dish. \"You don\'t have enough bread, though. Would you mind if I used hamburger buns instead?\" He leaned his weight to one side, causing the apron to swing apart and leave even less to Roy\'s already over-active imagination.

\"Alphonse...\" Roy gasped weakly, suddenly needing a chair, very, very badly. \"When did you get here?\"

\"Me? Oh, I\'ve been here.\" Al smiled beautifically. He inclined his head toward his brother, who was still busy trying to sneak his hand up Roy\'s shirt. Roy batted Ed\'s arm down. \"Niisan wanted someone to keep him company while he waited for you.\"

Ed\'s tossled hair, plus Al\'s lack of clothing...he tried not to think about it, but two and two inevitably added up to four, and Roy felt the beginnings of an erection coming on.

\"You know, you two could use your own bed once in a while.\" He said, but the rebuke lacked the necessary strength. Ed was latched onto his shirt again, winding an arm around his side and grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

\"No fun.\" He purred, nibbling at Roy\'s neck. \"Come on, Mustang. You owe me.\"

\"Later.\" He said absently, and pulled away before Ed could discover his hard-on. \"I need something to eat.\"

Ed\'s smile turned violent.

\"Oh, I\'ll give you something to eat...\" He hissed, and grabbed Roy by the collar. The world suddenly inverted itself, and before he knew it Roy was hurling over the coffee table and tumbling onto the couch. He landed with a sharp thud and squeaked as all the air rushed out of his lungs.

\"Fuck...\" He swore to himself and tried to get his bearings. He either needed to start remembering who those two had been apprenticed to, or start taking lessons from her himself.

Ed was on top of him in an instant, leaning hard onto his left shoulder.

\"Fullmetal!\" Roy gasped as lips found his neck again, rougher this time with a hint of sharp teeth. Ed was always a little too abrasive, with absolutely no sense of tact when it came to things like hickeys. More likely than not, he was going to end up with marks in embarrassing places, which was just one more thing that he really did not need this week. \"Damn it, cut that out!\"

He fished an arm out from beneath Ed\'s legs and flexed his hand, trying to muster the energy for a transmutation. He didn\'t want to use force, but there didn\'t seem to be anything else the boy would respond to - and, all joking aside, he really wasn\'t sure he could survive Edward Elric on an empty stomach. \"Slow\" was not a word in Ed\'s sexual vocabulary (nor were things like \"ow, that hurts\" or \"take it easy\", if came to that).

Unfortunately, Ed was two steps ahead of him.

\"Al!\" Ed called, and his brother\'s hand was there instantly, tugging his glove off before he could snap. How did the kid move so fast? Roy cursed to himself. And so silently...it must have been something he picked up from his time in the armor. Al had the nasty habit of showing up when you least expected him, because he had an unusual knack for making you forget he was there.

Then again, it would be easy to forget just about anything with Ed\'s mouth clamped down over his.

\"Oh no you don\'t!\" Ed breathed and pulled himself upright just long enough to tug Roy\'s other glove off. \"See how you like being helpless, asshole.\"

\"You can\'t transmute, either.\" Roy noted weakly, still trying to catch his breath. It was the wrong thing to say and he knew it, but that vindicative part of him was screaming indignantly in the back of his head. It occurred to him, belatedly, that his real sin hadn\'t been breaking Ed\'s automail. It had been assuming that the Elrics could deal with his presumption of dominance.

Ed leered down at him and cocked his head to one side strangely, as if considering something that pleased him. Roy wasn\'t at all sure if he liked that expression.

\"Actually, I think we beg to differ.\" The blonde grinned finally, standing up and stretching a hand out to his brother. Al grinned back and completed the circle, slapping his right palm into Ed\'s left. A reaction started immediately in the space between their two hands, and the light of their combined alchemy made the whole room grow dim in comparison.

\"W-what are you--\"

He didn\'t even have time to finish speculating before they slammed their hands down on either side of him, sending sparks racing over his body as they transmuted the furniture right out from under him, twisting the couch up and out into a strange oblongish object. Heavy ropes of upholstery detached themselves from the stuffing and wrapped around his wrists and thighs, pinning him down spreadeagled and hanging upright in a strange mockery of a standing position. Ed was staring eye to eye with him now, and Roy realized with a certain horror that they must have lowered part of the floor, too. He hoped they hadn\'t modified it too much, or his downstairs neighbor was going to have a fit.

The reaction faded as suddenly as it had come, leaving the world temporarily filled with blue and black spots. Roy tugged at the restraints experimentally, but as he\'d expected, there wasn\'t much hope there. The Elrics were good at sex, and they were certainly good at alchemy, so it was no great surprise that they were excellent at mixing the two when necessary. He realized with a growing sense of dread that there was no way he was getting out of this until they felt like releasing him.

Still, he had to try.

\"This isn\'t funny, you two.\" He scowled, before giving that tack up for a lost cause. Edward didn\'t respond to intimidation well in regular circumstances, let alone in bed; and Alphonse didn\'t seem to be feeling bad for him at all at present. In fact, he was actually looking extremely pleased with their handiwork, inspecting the straps with all the careful scrutiny of an accomplished craftsman.

\"A little weak on this side, Niisan.\" Al noted as he ran his fingers over the strap on Roy\'s right thigh. Roy tensed and tried not to watch as Al transmuted the bond thicker, sending swirls of energy perilously close to important parts of his anatomy. The feel of someone else\'s alchemy tingling against his skin left him on edge and breathless, the sight of it terrifying but infinitely arousing. It was the surest sign of power he could think of, and for them to wield it over him so intimately...he tried to remember his earlier greivances, but they were fading in light of his renewed erection.

Ed attacked him again and his mouth was everywhere, licking at his chin, sucking at his neck, nibbling at that exposed triangle of skin where his work shirt gaped open. Al\'s hands were there too, brushing against his torso and hips, ghosting down the sides of his legs until he was straining to reach them.

\"Oh, fuck...\" He sighed as a particularly good combination of tongue and teeth found his earlobe, and bucked hard toward the hand that was massaging his thigh. Al\'s fingers were so close to where he needed them, snaking their way over the fabric just above his aching cock...

...And then the boy pulled back and gave his brother an apologetic wave, leaving Roy gasping and writhing into his bonds.

\"Gonna go finish dinner.\" He told Ed cheerfully. \"He\'s all yours.\"

Ed detached his lips from Roy\'s neck and nodded, but his smile did absolutely nothing to reassure the bound man of his chances. \"\'Kay.\"

Confirming Roy\'s fears, Ed leaned in close and whispered, \"And I\'m saving you for dessert.\"

Dessert? Dinner...Oh, yes. Hunger. He was hungry. The reminder brought the feeling crashing back over him in waves, and suddenly he realized he wasn\'t just hungry but starving, a hollowed out shell only resembling a man. His arousal ebbed immediately with the pangs in his stomach, and he couldn\'t help but whimper at the intensity. Left to his own devices, he would have been raiding the pantry by now, searching for something, anything to satiate the fire inside of him.

\"Al!\" Roy pleaded, trying his best to look pitiful. The younger Elric ignored him and retrieved the plate of chicken from where he had left it on the coffee table, then sailed through the doorway into the kitchen area.

\"Have fun...\" He called back over his shoulder, and Roy slumped down into the not-quite-a-couch. If there was still any need for proof that Alphonse was mad at him, that had to be it.

Ed stuck out his tongue and went back to work immediately, mouthing his way up and down Roy\'s neck until it was wet and shining, pressing himself tight against Roy\'s body in a mockery of their usual embraces. He seemed to enjoy looking at Roy on his own level and kept coming back to press his forehead against Roy\'s, just so he could stare into the taller man\'s eyes. This close, Roy could see that Ed\'s irises were actually flecked with gray in places, like a gold vein contaminated with patches of slate. It was one of the few things that pointed to the brother\'s shared heritage, and he was momentarily captivated by it.

Ed\'s hand came up and fiddled with his shirt again, tugging at the buttons and trying to pull them open so he could kiss down onto Roy\'s chest. He didn\'t quite have the skill for it with his non-dominant hand, and he yanked at several of them uselessly before finally just pulling on the cloth itself, opening the clasps by pulling the holes from the buttons.

\"Need a hand?\" Roy panted, pointedly tugging at his right shackle. Ed gave him a look and went right back to the laborious task of rendering Roy\'s shirt unusable. A few buttons had already come off, and Roy knew in his heart he would not actually mend them. It was easier just to buy a new shirt at the military co-op than to transmute those tiny threads back together, and Edward knew it.

\"Dammit...\" He cursed again, but the sound had no meaning, because Ed\'s hand was sliding beneath his shirt and oh fuck, there was skin. It was almost enough to start compensating for the gnawing pain in his belly, and he was starting to think that the hunger was making him even MORE aroused - aching for relief in two ways at once, winding his whole body up like a clock spring. It didn\'t help that Ed looked like he wanted to swallow him whole. Blonde hair tickled mercilessly against his chest as a hot mouth continued relentlessly downward, slicking over progressively sensitive skin, and before Roy knew it there was heat at his groin, Ed\'s moist breath trickling through his pants and bringing his flagging erection to full attention.

\"Come on, do it!\" He urged as Ed\'s hand found his belt buckle, bucking his hips as far forward as the restraints would allow. The boy fiddled with the leather for a few seconds before finally using his teeth instead, and Roy nearly choked on an incoming breath. He\'d thought it was hot when Ed was mouthing through his pants, but his self-control snapped when small teeth found a zipper, and pulled it down to free his hard-on. He thrust hard against the cloth binding him, whimpering slightly when it still failed to bring any relief.

\"Don\'t you ever wear underwear?\" Ed sniffed, hooking a finger into Roy\'s fly. Roy didn\'t bother responding, since he knew Ed knew the answer. He had been so rushed in the early morning circus that was extracting the Elrics from his bed that he\'d ended up throwing his uniform on right out of the shower - and okay, so he hadn\'t had time for laundry much lately. Especially not when he went through clothes double-time with Edward around.

\"You shredded my last pair, remember? Al said he\'d take care of it...\" Roy breathed distractedly, trying not to focus on the feeling of Ed\'s fingers brushing across his chest. The boy dropped down to his knees and laid a butterfly kiss in the cleft of his pelvic bone, just close enough to let his cheek rub along Roy\'s erection. Desire burned in his belly, and he tried not whimper as Ed\'s tongue slid closer. Dammit, why did he have to pick today to learn restraint?!

\"Al was busy helping me get to the shop, stupid.\" Ed replied. He pulled his mouth just far enough away from Roy\'s groin to speak, and the air from his words whispering on sensitive skin made the bound man squirm with impatience. \"I couldn\'t walk, thanks to you.\"

Roy snickered.

\"I\'m that good, am I?\"

Ed gave him a dirty look and pulled his head back entirely, reminding Roy that maybe this wasn\'t the time to be such a smart-ass.

\"I meant the automail, you dick.\" The younger alchemist growled, and aimed a light punch at Roy\'s leg. He leaned back and inhaled deeply, clearly testing the aroma wafting from the kitchen. Roy did too, in spite of himself, and felt his earlier hunger pangs rack him again.

\"Al, is it dinner time yet?\" Edward whined, turning his back on Roy completely. \"I\'m starving!\"

\"Almost!\" The younger Elric replied. \"Niisan, come get the drinks.\"

Edward disappeared through the doorway, and promptly started cursing.

\"Oh fuck, have a heart! There is no fucking way...\"

\"Niisan!\" Al\'s voice warned. \"You promised!\"

\"But I fucking hate milk!\" Ed announced needlessly. \"It\'s chalky and nasty and you know where it comes from?! Cows piss it out, Al, I\'ve seen it--\" His rant trailed off into an unintelligible murmur, but Roy could pretty much imagine how it was progressing. Al\'s silky voice threaded underneath it, contradicting at key points, and then the kitchen was suddenly, inexplicably silent. Roy swallowed hard as he imagined just what Al was doing to shut Ed up.

Said Elric suddenly burst back into the living room, carrying a fancy service tray with two glasses stacked on it, blushing bright red and looking rather worse for the wear. Roy blinked in confusion, then bit his lip to hold back a laugh. Normally Ed wouldn\'t be caught dead carrying anything with a doily on it, but his lack of right arm must have made it impossible to hold two glasses at once.

\"Having trouble there, Fullmetal?\" Roy called from his corner, trying not to look too eager. He knew damn well that they didn\'t mean any of that food for him, if there were only two glasses, but oh how he hoped...

\"Oh, shut the hell up.\" The boy hissed, and dropped the tray roughly onto Roy\'s coffee table, bypassing the dining nook entirely. \"Fucking Al...\"

Roy especially tried not to think about that particular sentence.

\"He\'s trying to get me to drink this crap again.\" Ed complained, picking up one of the glasses and brandishing it like a weapon. \"Roy, tell him not to!\"

Roy wetted his lips, hoping he didn\'t look too eager. The slosh of the milk in Ed\'s glass was hypnotic, cool, delicious sustenance just a few feet away from him...he averted his eyes quickly, and tried to pretend like he hadn\'t just been looking.

No dice. A devious smile crept its way across Ed\'s face, and he tripped closer in a way that could only spell \"trouble\".

\"Roy...\" He tittered, in a sing-song way. \"YOU like milk, don\'t you?\" He dangled the glass just in front of Roy\'s face, tilting it this way and that.

\"Go to hell, Fullmetal.\" Roy said, and he meant it. This really was taking things too far. Sex was one thing, but withholding food...his stomach growled loudly, and Roy colored admist a burst of frustration.

\"I\'ll give it to you, if you want...\" Edward continued, waving the glass under Roy\'s nose. He could actually smell the milk now, that heady aroma that Ed swore was poison but Roy knew was cream, and Roy found it increasingly difficult to ignore how much he wanted a drink.

\"Alright.\" He sighed, defeated. \"What do you want?\"

\"Beg me for it.\" Ed replied, and Roy sputtered.

\"What?!\"

\"Beg me for it!\" The boy insisted. \"Tell me what you\'d do for it.\"

\"Fullmetal, this is ridiculous!\" Roy protested, tugging at his wrists again. Sexual favors he could handle, but there was something about pleading for a glass of milk that just made his hackles rise. Ed didn\'t even like the stuff, for fuck\'s sake! Not for the first time, he wondered if it was too late to regret ever teaching the two brothers about power play.

\"That\'s the deal.\" The other alchemist shrugged, wiggling the cup. \"Take it or leave it.\"

The milk swirled tantalizingly against the glass, a veritable elixir of refreshment.

Roy swore and steeled himself.

\"Please.\" He sighed.

Ed\'s eyes were bright with amusement. He was enjoying this.

\"What do you want...?\" He prompted.

\"Please give me the milk, Edward.\" Roy ground out, hating himself all the more for agreeing to this.

\"I can\'t hear you...\" The glass was close, pressed right up against his lips.

\"GIVE ME THE GODDAMN MILK, FULLMETAL!\" He snapped, and his teeth clicked on empty air as the cup was drawn away. Oops, wrong answer. Ed was staring back at him with a sulky expression, and it didn\'t look like he was going to relent anytime soon.

Then Al\'s voice echoed out of the kitchen, along with the unmistakeable clatter of dishes.

\"Niisan! Dinner!\"

\"Okay!\" Ed replied hastily, and without any warning at all, shoved the glass to Roy\'s lips and tilted it back. Roy sputtered as the first wave of liquid slammed into his face and dribbled over his chin, before he remembered to open his mouth. He sucked like a dying man, swallowing greedily, and gasped as the glass was finally emptied, relishing the feel of the cool liquid pooling in his belly. Ed\'s eyes were like two polished coins, glittering and intense. He set the glass aside.

\"You look good like that.\" He murmured, and ran a finger through one of the rivulets of milk still dripping from Roy\'s chin. Roy could imagine very well what he must look like, and it really pissed him off. He couldn\'t help but shiver though, as Ed drew a thumb across his lips and then fed fingers to him, letting him lick the last of the milk off the boy\'s hands.

Al appeared in the doorway then, carrying a well-laden plate in each arm, and Ed pulled away immediately, looking at his brother with a too-bright smile.

\"Look Al, drank my milk already!\" He announced proudly. Al wasn\'t fooled for one second, and he shot his brother an exasperated look.

\"You didn\'t, either!\" He complained, setting the food down next to the beverage tray. \"Honestly, Niisan...\"

\"Hey!\" Ed protested. \"I didn\'t pour it down the sink this time!\"

\"But you still wasted it!\" Al growled. Roy wasn\'t sure if he should be offended at being labeled a \"waste\" of milk or not. \"You need that to grow, Niisan!\"

\"HEY!\" Ed shrieked, and Roy and Al exchanged a shared, long-suffering look. \"WHO ARE YOU CALLING--\"

Al sighed and stepped forward, wrapped himself around his brother, and closed his lips securely over the budding rant. Edward struggled for a few seconds before finally relaxing into the kiss, whimpering slightly as his brother single-mindedly sucked the life and anger out of him. Roy watched, fascinated, as Ed\'s violence quickly turned to desire; drooled at the helpless way Ed rubbed against his younger sibling. Was this the way Al had shut him up earlier? If so, just the concept was mind-blowing. Al taking a brief pause from grilling to turn around and pin Ed up against the tiny counter, hands holding his hips down against the formica...Roy hissed and shifted uncomfortably against the ropes around his legs.

\"Come on, Niisan.\" Al said finally. \"Let\'s eat.\"

\"\'Kay...\" Ed mumbled, dazed.

\"You can have my milk.\" Al said, sitting down next to a plate of what looked to be chicken teriyaki. \"I\'ll get some more.\"

\"\'Kay...\" Ed murmured, stumbling to sit down next to his sibling. \"Wait---what?! Fuck!\"

\"Here you go, Niisan.\" The younger brother grinned and offered a glass. Edward swore and accepted it, placing it as far away from his food as humanly possible.

\"Oh, damn it all...\"

They began eating ravenously, still bickering about who could stick what milk glass where. Roy chuckled at their argument, but the sound was strained. The hunger was cutting through his belly like a knife, and the smell alone was going to kill him. What right did they have to be eating his food, right in front of him?! He whined and kicked his legs experimentally, but as always the bonds held tight. And the way Al was just sitting there, naked, casually sucking on a piece of carrot...

Damn them, damn them, damn them... He chanted in his head, and started thinking of all the things he was going to do the very moment he got free again. Maybe before. If they came anywhere within biting range anytime in the near future...

Ed looked up from a bite of chicken and waved his fork in the air, looking mischevious.

\"Want some of this?\" He taunted, raising the meat up where Roy could see it. Roy glared at him and turned his head aside, giving them his very best impassionate-Colonel face. Ed pulled the fork back and popped the food into his mouth with exaggerated relishment, closing his eyes and moaning. \"Mmm, it\'s really good...\"

\"That\'s not very nice.\" Al noted, but he did nothing else to stop his sibling. Yup, still annoyed. Ed speared another piece of food and waved it toward Roy again, obviously hoping for some kind of reaction. Roy managed to hang on to his composure, but it took effort. God, it did look good...Al\'s cooking was always delicious, and it had been too long since he\'d last anything substantial. He curled his lip down and bit into it hard, but that didn\'t do anything to stop his mouth from watering.

\"You know you want it...\"

\"Niisan, that\'s really annoying.\" Al sighed and rose up on his knees, neatly snatching the food from Ed\'s fork with his teeth.

\"Hey!\" The older brother yelped indignantly. \"That was mine!\"

\"Then stop playing with it and eat it!\"

\"I was going to!\" Ed whined. \"You stole it!\"

\"Then have some of mine.\" Al offered, extending his own fork. Ed nibbled at the meat messily, seemingly trying to suck it off the utensil. Roy boggled at the image of that pink tongue lapping up teriyaki sauce, and imagined it wrapped around something else.

Al must have too, because he wasn\'t looking at Ed quite the same way anymore. He set his fork down slowly and picked up a chunk of carrot with his fingers instead, eyes full of heat.

\"Here...\" he said, and pressed it to Ed\'s lips. Ed opened his mouth obediently and took it all at once, closing his eyes as the small cylinder slid inside. Al chased it with his fingers, letting his brother lick the rest of the sauce from his hands, groaning in pleasure from what Roy knew to be an extremely talented tongue. Roy moaned and struggled again, wishing like hell he were anywhere but hanging in front of them. Were they trying to kill him or something?!

Unfortunately for Roy, it seemed the Elrics had temporarily forgotten he was there. Nothing existed outside of each other as Ed snatched a piece of chicken from his own plate and fed it to his brother, eyes rolling back in his head as Al devoured each and every finger in the process. They were closer now, practically on top of each other, and in a minute Al\'s smoky look was going to turn into fire when Ed finished crawling into his lap...

\"Fuck.\" Roy cursed softly, suddenly short of breath. The milk roiled in his belly and the tension in his groin was almost painful. He was impossibly hard and dripping now, covered in sweat that no longer felt quite as nasty under his clothes. \"Please...\" he whispered, and he wasn\'t sure what he wanted more, the food or the brothers.

They turned to him simultaneously, still practically sitting on each other. Ed\'s fingers lingered on Alphonse\'s lips, and the younger boy gave them one last swipe with his tongue before standing up to face Roy.

\"Would you like some too?\" He asked quietly, brushing one sticky hand over Roy\'s exposed chest.

\"Yes.\" The bound man all but panted, too turned on to care about begging. Al\'s smile was short but beautiful, full of life, and he dropped a wet, open mouthed kiss to Roy\'s collarbone. Roy groaned.

\"No fair!\" Edward complained. \"I\'m not done eating yet!\"

\"Hurry up, then.\" Al purred back, lapping at a shoulder. He looked rather cat-like, and Roy hissed as he watched that pink tongue flickering down to his nipple. Al always seemed so innocent while he was doing this, as if every time was his first time. He would continue to look that way, Roy knew, until he made it all the way down to Roy\'s crotch, and then his expression would turn dangerous and he\'d swallow him whole, working that innocent tongue around his cock with skill definitely NOT born of innocence. He shivered and pulled at his shackles frantically, desperate to touch back.

Ed stood up and took a handful of teriyaki with him, still trying to wolf down the rest of his dinner. Roy looked at him desperately, torn again between the need for sex and the need to eat. \"Dammit, Ed...\"

Ed looked up and blinked, as if he\'d somehow forgotten about Roy\'s presence. \"Oh, this?\" He asked, and held up a water chestnut. \"Here, you can have it.\"

He pressed it against Roy\'s mouth and let him take it, withdrawing his fingers to allow Roy to chew. Roy swallowed eagerly, grateful even for small victories. It was as delicious as he\'d imagined, and he made no attempt to mask his enjoyment. Between the food in his mouth and the tongue on his chest, he was currently in heaven.

\"You can have the rest of these, too, if you like \'em that much.\" Ed shrugged, and fed him a piece of broccoli. It practically melted on his tongue, tender and wonderful with just enough spice, and Roy savored it dutifully. For all he knew, this could be his last meal. The way Al was heading, at least, was promising to kill him. He hadn\'t heard of anyone dying from sex yet, but obviously they had never encountered Alphonse Elric\'s tongue either.

Al\'s mouth stopped at his belly button and the younger Elric pulled away, frowning at his brother.

\"Niisan, eat your own vegetables!\" He admonished, bringing one hand up to tug at Ed\'s pants.

\"Don\'t wanna.\" Ed wrinkled his nose and gave the broccoli a suspicious look. \"I\'m full anyways.\" He picked up another stalk from the table and gave it to Roy, who chomped on it eagerly.

\"Niisan...\" Al started, but trailed off as he watched Roy lick his lips trying to get the rest of the sauce. It was an old argument anyways, and not one they really cared much about having. He stood up slowly and went for his own plate, selecting a small corn cob and putting it to Roy\'s lips. It was just the right shape to wind his tongue around, and Roy sucked on it shamelessly before Al finally let him have it.

The brothers looked at each other.

They both reached for more at exactly the same time, crowding close and pushing food into his mouth. Roy took what was offered gratefully, unexpectedly turned on by the simple act of being fed by his lovers. Not just their sexual dominance, since he was tied down and at their mercy, but the fact that he relied on them for sustenance, too...it was powerfully sexy, and before long he was squirming, desperate for relief again.

Of course, it helped that they moaned every time he suckled their fingers. At least he wasn\'t the only one so affected.

Eventually, Ed got tired of turning around every time he wanted to get some more food, and scooped a whole plate up in his hand. He bent down and snatched a water chestnut with his teeth and offered it to his brother wordlessly, nudging at his cheek. Roy watched, breathless, as Al tilted his head down and accepted, overriding his natural fastidiousness in favor of a sensual exchange. Their lips and tongues slicked past each other briefly as they shared the same air, passing the morsel from one to the other in an almost ritualistic way.

Ed grabbed another chestnut and leaned towards Roy, and Roy needed absolutely no encouragement to open his mouth for it. He could taste sex on Ed\'s tongue as they bumped lips and he sucked hard on the vegetable, all the while wishing he were tasting something else. He whimpered when Ed finally pulled back and let him have it, almost forgetting to chew before he swallowed. Al watched them both with lidded eyes, and the bump under his apron showed he was more than a little excited by the show.

\"Niisan...\" Al whispered reverently, running one hand across Roy\'s chest.

\"Yeah.\" Ed replied, looking awed. He set the plate down and nuzzled up to Roy\'s cheek, licking it clean. The motion sent shivers down Roy\'s spine.

\"Are you going to fuck me or not, Fullmetal?\" Roy asked quietly. His tone was level but his body belied his anxiety, quivering violently with every scrape of Al\'s nails.

\"Oh yeah.\" Ed affirmed. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a tiny tube, which Roy knew to be the lube that usually resided in his bedroom nightstand.

\"You always carry that around with you, Fullmetal?\" He taunted, even though he was already struggling to tilt his hips upward.

\"Shut up.\" Ed snapped absently. \"Help me out here Al, will ya?\"

Another team-transmutation later, and the couch was back in a reasonably normal configuration - if \"normal\" meant \"horizontal\" and \"cushy surface for sitting on\". It was actually more like a bed, stretched out and elongated until they could all fit on it comfortably. Roy\'s legs were free now, but his arms were still outstretched and strapped down. The brothers curled up on either side of him, flushed and visibly turned on - Al\'s apron was pressed indecently against his legs and Ed was already rocking against him, rubbing himself on Roy\'s leg with the frantic air of someone who needed to come very badly.

Al reached for the small tube and slicked two fingers with it, then slid them down circle around Roy\'s entrance. Roy hissed and shifted his hips down, trying to impale himself, but the younger man withdrew as soon as Roy started to move. He wasn\'t quite forgiven yet, then. Roy bit his lip and tried be patient.

Ed made an unhappy noise in the back of his throat and butted his head into his brother\'s shoulder. \"I wanna do it.\" He asserted. He squeezed a liberal amount of lube into his single palm and spread it around as best he could, but a large gob still fell off and ran down Roy\'s thigh and onto the couch. Roy tried not to comment, but he knew that at the rate this was going, he was definitely going to need some new furniture.

Al crawled toward his head and pulled the apron aside, letting Roy get a good look at what he\'d only glimpsed earlier. He positioned his knees on either side of Roy\'s head and pressed his cock to Roy\'s lips, shaking a little with the effort of holding himself up. Ed paused in his ministrations to watch, eyes smoldering with interested heat.

\"Please.\" Al said politely, but there was a hint of steel in his request, and Roy realized that if he ever hoped to feel either of their hands on him again, he needed to shut up and play along. He flicked his tongue out and tasted the boy experimentally before parting his lips and accepting what was offered. Ed groaned as Al\'s cock slid past Roy\'s lips, and the clumsy hand returned to Roy\'s entrance almost immediately, pressing inside roughly in a mimickry of Al\'s penetration.

Roy whimpered as Al began to thrust, struggling to relax his jaw enough to let him go in. He had to concentrate not to snap his teeth together when Al pushed a little too deep, and it was almost more than he could deal with to breathe and suck at the same time. Al\'s cock slid heavily over his tongue, time and time again, and the salty taste of him blended with the milk and teriyaki to delicious effect. He realized he wouldn\'t at all be adverse to eating Elric for dinner more often - maybe even for breakfast and lunch, too.

Ed\'s fingers continued roughly preparing him, sending little shivers through his spine as he came within spitting distance of that nice spot inside him. Roy couldn\'t see what the other boy was doing, so it came as a mild shock when his legs were suddenly thrown back and the fingers replaced with something much larger. He arched back immediately, eyes watering with the unexpected penetration, and Al\'s cock slid so far down his throat he nearly choked to death. His throat tightened around the boy and he gagged, and Al withdrew hastily to let him catch his breath.

\"Niisan!\" The younger boy chided, panting with the effort of not thrusting. \"Warn us next time!\"

Ed groaned something incoherent as a response, still buried to the hilt in Roy\'s body. He pulled back slightly and slammed in again. Roy shrieked and bit his lip.

\"Honestly...\" Al sighed, and scooted back down to mold himself to his brother\'s backside. He reached around front and began playing with Ed\'s nipples, causing his brother to hiss and thrust forward again. It wasn\'t quite deep enough but it was close, and he rocked his hips downward trying to impale himself farther.

Al bit into his brother\'s shoulder from behind, and Roy moaned at the unabashedly sexual image, one brother fucking him, the other brother driving them both wild. Ed leaned forward and braced himself for another thrust, but his small body couldn\'t quite hold his own weight and Al\'s up at the same time. He collapsed onto Roy\'s chest, pressing in hard, and Roy saw white as Ed finally, finally hit the right angle.

\"Please...\" Roy and Ed begged simultaneously, and the look on Al\'s face promised trouble for one of them...but Roy, for the life of him, couldn\'t tell which.

Al leaned forward and traced one lean finger around Ed\'s automail port, still nibbling his way along the erogenous zone Ed swore he didn\'t have. Ed shuddered and leaned into the sensation gladly, pressing lower onto Roy\'s torso and trapping Roy\'s aching erection between their bodies. The tightness was almost unbearable, and if Roy had the leverage he\'d be thrusting like there was no tomorrow. As it was, he was trembling. Ed was still thrusting reflexively, albeit shallowly, and he too was shaking, making strange, growling noises in the back of his throat.

\"Al...?\" Ed asked weakly, then suddenly froze. \"Shit no, not in there...\" Al had hooked a finger inside Ed\'s gaping automail port and was rubbing gently.

Ed struggled against Roy\'s chest, trying to flail himself upright again, but it was clear he was too used to automail muscles to succeed at a flesh-handed push up. Roy squeezed his eyes shut and wailed as the pressure racheted up until it was almost painful; moist, smooth belly rubbing hard against his erection. It was so tight and so very awkward, and if he didn\'t come soon he was going to explode.

Al, for his part, continued his foray into Ed\'s automail socket. He added another couple of fingers and pushed until Ed screamed. He bucked his hips frantically and ground himself deeper into Roy, seemingly trying to fuck the older man straight through the mattress. Roy felt like he should say something, but it was impossible to breathe with the heat in the room, let alone the two weights on his chest. He had never wanted to touch anyone so badly in his life, and he found himself ripping at the upholstry under his fingernails, as if he could somehow dig himself to freedom.

Alphonse adjusted his hand slightly and twisted, and suddenly Edward was coming inside of him, spasming hard and making wet, sobbing noises. His head arched back and Roy could see his face as he shuddered. The way his mouth opened and twisted...the way his eyebrows nearly raised off his face as he shook...it was enough to make Roy sob, and he pressed desperately up at Ed\'s body, trying to follow him.

Eventually Edward collapsed, sagging onto Roy\'s chest in that boneless way that announced he was going to be useless for quite a while. His golden eyes were clouded and brassy, most likely still seeing nothing, and the sleepy, pleased expression on his face was worth a thousand nights of torture-by-couch-bondage.

\"What did you do to him?\" Roy gasped, awed.

\"Had Winry show me the wiring diagrams.\" Al said vaguely. \"Thought they might come in handy.\"

Ed murmured something disparaging, but the exact words were lost against Roy\'s skin. Al frowned and grabbed his brother by the shoulder, shaking gently.

\"Niisan, you\'re in the way!\" Al prodded, apparently trying to annoy his sibling back to life.

Ed stirred only briefly, burrowing his face even deeper into Roy\'s chest. Roy hissed and bucked again as the movement sent rivulets of bronze hair skittering down his sensitive sides.

\"Dammit, Fullmetal...\" He glared, though the effect was ruined by his trembling lip. He wanted to come so bad he could practically taste it, and he knew that the begging wasn\'t very far off.

Al tugged on his brother\'s shoulder again and thankfully this time Ed moved, albeit unsteadily. He pulled out slowly and immediately flopped to the side, apparently still down for the count. Al wiggled forward and smiled brilliantly, surveying Roy\'s taut length with hungry eyes.

\"Please.\" Roy said simply, and lifted his hips. \"Please.\"

The younger Elric dipped his head down obediently and began nipping at Roy\'s belly, just a few inches away from where Roy would have preferred him to suck.

\"Alphonse...!\" Roy moaned, jerking toward that pale, pale skin.

\"What do you want?\" Al prompted softly, winding his tongue through soft curls of hair.

\"I...\" Roy paused and swallowed, trying to think. Trying to breathe.

\"I want you to fuck me.\" He said finally, deliberately letting his voice crack.

\"Please, let me come.\"

Al sucked in a heavy breath at the words and his tongue spiked forward, lapping dangerously close to Roy\'s straining erection. Ed made an interested noise too, and the couch creaked as he shifted beside them, but all that was secondary to the feeling of Al\'s breath on his cock.

\"Oh, fuck...\" Roy gasped, straining upwards again. He was rewarded with a brief brush against Al\'s cheek that sent fireworks off in his head, liquid pleasure coursing through his cock. He moaned loudly and thought briefly of his downstairs neighbors, but there was no way he was holding it back. It was taking too long, dammit! Al\'s tongue circled downward through his pubic hair and slipped across his shaft, and the pleasure made him want to scream.

\"Al...\" He hissed appreciatively as wet heat slicked its way along his cock, and then there was breath on the quivering tip...

--And then Al rocked back on his heels and pulled himself up on all fours, crawling up to look Roy straight in the eye.

\"Oh no...\" The bound man groaned, thrashing his legs desperately. \"Please, don\'t do this to me--\"

Al pressed his lips into a thin, hard smile and straddled Roy\'s face backwards, stretching out to plant his face into Roy\'s own crotch.

\"Still hungry?\" Al asked, and rubbed his cock against Roy\'s lips. Roy wrapped them around it immediately and sucked as hard as he could, hoping it would give Al some ideas. Al purred and thrust forward, making the older man gag, but did nothing more than that.

Ed rumbled again and stretched against him, flexing his wiry legs against Roy\'s own. He pulled himself up to a sitting position and leaned forward to catch his brother\'s mouth in a sloppy kiss, still looking a little like he\'d been run through the wringer. He had taken his pants off at some point, apparently, but he was still wearing his undershirt - a black patch marring otherwise delectable skin, and at best pants-wetting hilarious. Al must have realized the ridiculousness too, because he reached out with one hand and started tugging at the bottom of it, trying to yank it off.

Ed made a displeased noise between their lips and wrapped his flesh hand around his brother\'s wrist, preventing Al from succeeding at pulling his shirt up. It took Roy a confused minute to realize that Ed just didn\'t want to break their kiss, as opposed to having some sort of strange shirt fetish. Edward was usually the first one naked, but only because he was impatient. It made sense that he would be just as likely to keep them on, if there were more interesting things afoot. And Ed was certainly getting interested again, that was obvious.

The brothers continued biting at each other and the sight of it made Roy\'s pulse throb painfully in his groin. He swirled his tongue around Al\'s cock again desperately, trying to get some attention, but the younger Elric still refused to touch him, nibbling at his brother\'s chin instead. Roy pulled harder, but whatever strange magic that bound the siblings together had them completely enthralled, and they ignored him outright. Ed began to bite along the sensitive area behind Al\'s earlobe, and Al threw one arm around his shoulders to brace himself for thrusting. They were in that strange, secret world of theirs again, and at this rate Roy would be dead if he waited on them to snap out of it and make him come.

Roy couldn\'t take it anymore. He spit out Al\'s cock and boiled over, horny, frustrated, and still a little hungry - all mixed up into one hard knot in his stomach.

\"Dammit, just fuck me!\" He snapped, not caring if his downstairs neighbor heard, not caring if the whole damn neighborhood heard.

Al pulled away and they looked at each other, startled by the outburst...then turned and faced him as one. Ed scowled, and they clapped their hands in spoken agreement to let another flood of alchemy stream into the room. Roy tried to avoid it, but wasn\'t too terribly surprised with a thick band of cloth detached from the couch and wound its way over his angry little tirade.

Then they slid off the couch and reached for each other.

\"Niisan...\" Al whispered, and Ed\'s attention was solely on him again, nuzzling his face into the crook of Al\'s shoulder, running his hands reverently over his brother\'s sides. Some amusing twist of fate had left the younger boy just a few inches taller, but this close there barely seemed to be a difference at all. Roy swallowed hard and watched the two touching each other, hazel hair twining with gold, and he began to get a very nasty idea about what they did plan on doing with him. Or rather, without him. It was the oldest trick in the book, and unfortunately, it was working entirely too well.

Roy ground his teeth into the gag as he watched them twine their arms together, leaning over him to kiss again, bending down just far enough to make sure he could see. He tried to ignore it. It was the oldest trick in the book and Roy KNEW it, but it was impossible to block out thought of them together. It was like a car crash - he couldn\'t help but look. Even if he closed his eyes, he could still hear the noises, and one of them (probably Edward) was mewling like he was going to come standing up.

Maybe he was. They were wrapped together as tightly as two humans could be and still be wearing skin, and Edward was thrusting against Al\'s thigh like there was no tomorrow.

\"Come on, stop it, that hurts!\" Alphonse was saying, extracting himself from his brother\'s vise-grip. Ed was flushed brilliant red, and making pathetic little noises that threatened to do some serious damage to Roy\'s brain. Al\'s too, apparently -- the younger Elric looked like he was about to take his brother on the living room rug, and Roy wouldn\'t have blamed him one bit. Roy flailed desperately against the fabric, brusing his wrists, bruising his lips. He needed to TOUCH, he needed to TASTE, and most of all, he needed to throw one of them down and just pound until he came--

He hadn\'t even noticed he was wailing until Al flopped on top of him and knocked the wind out of his lungs, cutting the sound off with an abrupt, choking noise. His grey eyes looked slightly remorseful, and then there were lubed fingers at his entrance again, and a hand around his cock. After being neglected so long, the contact felt more like burning, and he cried out shakily. At this rate, it wouldn\'t take any time at all. He bucked his hips frantically, feeling the fire spread up to his middle, race to his eyeballs; there was so much feeling there it was like he was drowning in it. Ed made a displeased noise, somewhere very, very far away, but Al shook his head and pushed in farther.

Roy choked into the cloth in his mouth as Al\'s fingers were replaced with something much larger, and the hand around his cock racheted until the only thing keeping him from coming on the spot was the hard press of Al\'s fingers. The boy\'s knuckles were buried in Roy\'s flesh now, as Al leaned forward and trapped Roy\'s cock between their bodies, but it was alright. It was enough. Roy squirmed against the bonds, squirmed against Al\'s body, and lifted his hips up as high as he could to get Al to continue.

Ed loomed out of nowhere suddenly, sliding behind his brother and reaching for the lube where it lay forgotten on the couch. Al whimpered and began thrusting reflexively as his brother reached between his legs, and Roy arched his back and took both of their weights into himself gladly, still fighting to breathe.

\"Niisan...?\" Al keened suddenly, and then jerked to a complete halt as Ed entered him, still mouthing his lips around the back of his brother\'s neck. Roy hissed and shoved his hips up as far as he could get them, and then Al was crying and thrusting again, despite the pain of the sudden intrusion. Ed whimpered too, and then he was thrusting too, and it was desperate and arrythmatic but terribly, terribly wonderful.

And then they were moving together and oh fuck, it was good, sweat-slicked skin gliding between tight, unyielding fingers and the force of two people owning him. Ed was there behind them, playing with Al, biting at Al\'s shoulder, and Roy gasped at the sight of it, awed by the whisper of blond hair on blond hair. It was Al\'s mouth jerking open that finally sent him skittering up to the edge, the sight of the boy so lost in sensation that he couldn\'t tell whether to scream his brother\'s name or Roy\'s--

Gone. Roy choked on an incoming breath and exhaled painfully as a rush of heat seared through his cock and exploded into the tip. He shuddered violently as he came, seeing nothing, feeling everything, every muscle in his body vibrating with pent-up energy. The pleasure twisted inside like a knife and he impaled himself with it gladly, drinking in as much of it as he could until it was finally almost painful, and then he sagged into the couch and relaxed.

Al wasn\'t very far behind him, and came practically on the next stroke - probably overstimulated by the sight of Roy coming. He spasmed into the older man once, twice, three times, and then shook rapidly as he finished on a low, happy cry. His arm gave out and he collapsed onto Roy\'s stomach, one hand still wrapped messily around Roy\'s cock, and whispered endearments into the salt of Roy\'s skin. They lay there and panted against each other as Ed kept on moving, until he too was gasping and shuddering into his brother.

Nobody said anything for a long, peaceful moment, too content just to lean into each other\'s body heat and ignore the mess. Al wriggled his arm out from between their bodies and started licking it clean. Roy groaned weakly, too dazzled by recent orgasm to respond any further.

\"\'m hungry...\" Ed groaned finally, pulling out of his brother and tipping over onto his side.

\"Told you to finish your vegetables.\" Al retorted, but with no real heat behind it.

\"Get me something?\" Ed asked hopefully.

\"Already did.\" Al murmured, but he slid out of Roy anyways and jumped to the floor. \"Hang on a sec.\"

He tugged his apron back on correctly and disappeared into the kitchen, looking progressively more awake again. Ed nodded slightly and rolled over to mold himself to Roy\'s side.

\"You\'re a mess.\" He noted gleefully, and pulled up on hand and knees to lick at Roy\'s chest, cleaning him gently Roy squirmed slightly and watched him, not entirely unaffected anymore. As the minutes ticked by, Ed wasn\'t entirely unaffected either, and just as it was getting to the point where it really felt good to be washed by Ed\'s tongue...

\"Here we are!\" Al announced cheerfully as he tripped back into the room, holding a large, dripping washcloth. He was also carrying a small tub of ice cream, hot fudge, and all the relevant toppings...plus a serving spoon. Only a serving spoon, and no bowls, Roy noticed, which was odd since there were three of them--

\"Dessert,\" Al smiled, looking pointedly at Ed\'s mouth on his chest, \"is served.\"

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::i smell sex and candy, yeah::