Masked Secret

Title: Masked Secret

Summary: Human emotion can lead a person to do stupid things. Against his better judgment, Edward makes a decision that could ultimately end up backfiring on him. That is unless he can keep it his dirty little secret.

Pairings: Ed/Roy

Author’s Note: I’ve been debating if I should write this one or not. I have another idea that is somewhat similar to this but goes off on a completely different angle. Hm, but maybe one of the benefits of fanfiction is you get to explore different approaches.

Anyway, thanks to all who have read and reviewed my story in the past. I was really worried I would end up messing the characters up but from your kind words, I’ve developed the courage to press on with another tale. Enjoy. ;]


Disclaimer: As always, I own nothing except a few crazy ideas and some evil plot bunnies who like to poke me with sporks.

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Chapter One: Introduction to Hell

It all started with hate and hormones.

The hate was always there, always eating at the back of Edward’s mind since that fateful night so long ago when he lost his flesh arm and leg for metal ones. Although, back then it did not start out as hate towards the Colonel. The hate was directed solely at Edward himself for being a failure, for being inadequate. You see, it was Ed’s insufficient skill that was to blame for the failed attempt at resurrecting their mother and the robbing of Alphonse’s body from him. But then, he had stepped into both of their lives.

At first, his words had pierced through the boys’ clouded fog of pain and confusion like a golden ray of sunlight promising to lead them towards forgiveness. State Alchemists, endless cases of books filled with endless volumes of knowledge, information on the philosopher’s stone…all being dangled in front of Edward’s desperate eyes by Lt. Colonel Roy Mustang. This man whom the boys barely knew was like a savior, an angel dressed in blue rather than white.

How quickly perceptions can fall, however. State exams passed and Edward received his title, but he also came to realize the sad truth; the watch at his side was not a privilege, it was a leash. Their blue savior had not intended to help them in their quest, but instead had wanted to use them.

That knowledge alone began to grow the hate within Edward. The hormones came later.

Around the time he was trading in real limbs for automail ones, Edward was too young and much too focused on learning to pay any attention to what was happening between his legs. Sure, a friendly smile from a pretty girl or even, to his horror, a pretty guy caused a blush to creep across his cheeks, but he never allowed it to progress further than that.

As the years passed, however, his body began to demand more and more attention. Hardons during meetings with fellow co-workers or when talking to his brother or any other various embarrassing situations was becoming the norm. Once he even felt his cock swell during a fight with an enemy. It was that day, after learning the hard way on how difficult it was to move with an erection, that Edward decided he needed to find a type of release.

Life seemed to enjoy irony, it seemed, as that release came in the form of none other than Roy Mustang.

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Edward’s golden eyes flashed in the pale light provided by the lamp in the small hotel room. He had one hand resting upon the firm mattress over the other’s shoulder for support, letting his metal fingers sink like teeth into the spongy material. His slender hips rotated as he pulled back, retracting his pulsating cock completely from the tight ring of muscle before slamming back in again.

Beneath him, Mustang screamed out as pain and pleasure coursed through his body, making his back arch up and away from the mattress as if it had been the one to have harmed him. His legs had been roughly pushed apart into a position that allowed Edward full access to his ass and very little leverage for Roy to wiggle free. Not that he really could with the young alchemist's entire weight pressing him down. The boy may be short in height but he had the advantage of metal limbs and well sculpted muscles.

Roy let out another scream as the cock invading his body once again struck his sweet center. It was a torture he was growing all too familiar with, and one which he welcomed. Edward would purposely miss his prostate on some strokes while filling him with pleasure on others. It was taunting, but Mustang did not care. He still got off.

With a gloved hand—for that was the only bit of clothing Edward permitted him to wear—he reached between their pressed bodies and grasped his stiff erection. It thrummed against his fingers in appreciation, finally getting the attention it had for so long craved.

A growl above him made Roy’s darker eyes flick up to meet paler ones. Edward was glaring down at him as he continued to thrust, clearly not happy that Roy was pleasing himself. However, the young alchemist was quickly silenced as Roy clamped his muscles around the weeping organ in his ass and ground down to meet the next thrust, effectively milking Ed for all he was worth.

There was a flash of anger and relief behind those yellow eyes just before they fluttered closed, his head rolling to the side. Roy watched as he felt his own orgasm come upon him as Edward’s lips parted to allow a low moan escape right before his tiny body jerked roughly forward, sending hot spurts of seed deep inside Roy’s body.

They stayed like that for a few moments, each riding out the others orgasm until finally they collapsed upon one another in a tangle of sweaty limbs.

Roy smirked lazily, satisfied with yet another session with Edward. Oh, he may have to bottom but it was a small price to pay in order to watch all the delicious emotions that crossed Edward’s face during their sex. That and it was oddly pleasing. “He must have really pissed you off this time. I’m not going to walk for a week.”

The young blond sighed to himself and withdrew his spent shaft, ignoring the stream of cum that ran down his thighs. This is the part he hated the most, where the guilt swooped in to replace the passion. “It’s none of your business, you bastard.”

The other man chuckled to himself as he sat up, suppressing a wince as his ass burned with protest. “It is when you try to plow me through the bed like that,” he said with a smug grin as he watched the alchemist. Once Edward was facing him, he gave a triumphant wink and allowed the disguise to fall. White gloves faded into pale skin and short dark hair elongated to his normal long locks, melting the image of Roy away into that of Envy. Keeping up the disguise during orgasm was something even he had trouble maintaining, but he was getting used to it.

Edward flinched as he watched the homunculus shape shift back into his true form. It was like rape almost; he was using Roy Mustang’s body for sex without the other man’s consent…or even his knowledge. Well, not exactly his body but a damn good copy of it.

Envy snickered as he watched the guilt shine through Edward’s eyes. He may enjoy sleeping with the young alchemist, but that never stopped him from hating him. This was all an added bonus to watch Edward beat himself up afterwards. “Shit, you alchemists are all crazy. Either that, or power hungry. I wonder what the real Mustang would say if he knew you fucked a copy of him just to feel superior over him?”

That earned the homunculus another growl as Edward grabbed a pillow and flung it at Envy’s head. “Shut up! Look, you got what you wanted too. Sex. Seeing me beat myself up…now just leave.”

Envy snickered but pulled himself off of the bed to gather his clothes. He flung them over his shoulder and turned towards the door, intending to walk out naked. But not before sending one last taunt to Ed. He let his face contort back to that of Roy’s and sent Ed another wink. “See you in the morning, Fullmetal,” Envy said with Roy’s voice.

Edward flopped back onto the mattress with a groan once the door shut. He was seriously messed up in the head.

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Little side note: To all you Ed/Roy fans out there, be patient with me. There will be more to come. I promise. ;]