A Matter of Give and Take

Title: A Matter of Give and Take
Pairing: Archer/Ed
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: dubious consent
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Disclaimer: Don\'t own FMA, ain\'t profiting. S\'all good.


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Golden curls framing red and swollen flesh was not exactly a rare sight for Lieutenant Colonel Archer, but over a month of Major Elric’s weekly visits had passed and it had certainly not gotten old. Archer’s career, working alongside the country’s most skillful alchemists, had taught him quite a bit about the principles of their science and equivalent exchange was one of their most honored ideals. Good thing for Archer, Fullmetal held it at a higher value than most of his peers.

Perched upon the edge of Archer’s desk, ever present leather pants, red jacket and clunky boots piled messily on the floor beside it, Edward Elric’s flesh thumb drew lazy circles over the gleaming head of his erection. His eyes were averted uncomfortably, his face was flushed and Archer found his life at that point to be damn near close to perfect. His own cock stood proudly and impatiently from his undone, blue trousers and it twitched excitedly when Edward’s body shuddered though his thumb stroking the sensitive ridge of his swollen head.

“Spread your legs,” Archer purred lowly, licking his thin lips, his voice deep with desire. Edward drew a sharp breath and grimaced before inching his thighs apart, barely presenting himself any further than he already had been.

“More,” Archer encouraged calmly and Ed complied again, spreading his thighs a mere fraction.

Archer placed a palm upon the boy’s flesh knee and slid it up his thigh slowly. He turned his hand in to the softness of Edward’s inner thigh and squeezed lightly before pushing the boy’s legs open further, meeting little resistance as the muscular thighs dragged across the top of his desk. The heat emanating from between Edward’s wide-spread legs invited him, drew him in. Archer fought the urge to stroke Edward; to own him, to make him whimper and beg.

The urge to stroke himself, however, was even more overwhelming. His cock throbbed from tip to base, twitching and wet. His balls were heavy and engorged, but Archer wanted to save it all for him. All the tension and drive; he wanted it unrelieved when he used it on Edward. He wanted Edward to feel his full force.

Ed grimaced when Archer’s hand kneaded his thigh and spread him open. The man’s warm palm against his flesh was almost tender, but Edward knew better. Edward knew the deal; he just couldn’t comprehend it, or rather, he didn’t want to.

“Why are you doi—“ Ed started to question, his voice raw and low with suppressed frustration. Archer interrupted him with smooth coldness.

“I believe you should be aware of the protocol in this exercise by now, Major,” the man said as he rolled himself closer in his overstuffed office chair. “Question me once more and you’ll only make it worse for yourself.”

Edward scowled, but he swallowed his words. He was not about to call the Lieutenant Colonel’s bluff. He had mouthed off during their first two sessions and Archer kept him in his office all day both times before giving him the clearance to Central’s restricted-access file room. By the time Archer was done with him, Ed was so exhausted that he fell asleep amid stacks of military files and confidential research data. The entire point was wasted.

The back of Archer’s fingers brushed lightly over the rough skin and soft curls of Edward’s testicles, causing the alchemist to hiss in a surprised breath. “I didn’t tell you to stop,” Archer murmured.

Ed’s fingers had paused on his erection, but they reluctantly resumed, squeezing and caressing the sensitive head of his cock as Archer wanted, teasing himself in the exact manner he wouldn’t if it were up to him.

“You complain,” Archer continued, “but you always come back. I wonder why that is.” His finger rounded the underside of Ed’s balls and he toyed with them gently, lifting them and feeling their weight, giving him just enough stimulation to be completely unsatisfied.

“Don’t take it personally, sir. I just want the research,” Edward sneered. “It has nothing to do with you.”

Archer ‘hmmed’ thoughtfully and moved his hands to lift the boy’s dangling feet onto his own thighs, sliding his palms up beautifully sculpted calves, both flesh and metal. “And you’re willing to go so far for that information?” He asked, but Edward only frowned and turned his head petulantly.

“Your defiance is misplaced,” Archer went on. “You are free to go as you please. You have no one but yourself to blame for this,” He paused as his eyes searched Edward’s flushed face. “Would you like to leave?”

Edward faltered, squeezing his eyes shut and grimacing with indecision. His hesitant silence rang clear for long moments as he panted through his own touch on his cock, trying to avoid the prying, blue eyes before him. Of course he wanted to leave, but leaving meant…

“I want the resea—“

“No,” Archer interrupted again, “would you like to leave?”

He nudged Edward’s hand away and wrapped his full fist around the boy’s cock, gripping it firmly. He slid it slowly up from the base and over the swollen head, squeezing there, eliciting a deliciously loud, open-mouthed groan from Ed. The boy jerked his hips into Archer’s hands and whimpered, aching for more, aching for some kind of movement.

“It’s a simple question, Major,” Archer continued, his fist still gripping Edward’s tip tightly.

Ed whined high and long, trying desperately to increase the friction of Archer’s hand on his cock. He planted both of his hands flat behind him on the surface of the desk and used the leverage to jerk his hips up, but Archer moved with him easily.

“Would you?” The Lieutenant Colonel prodded, a small smirk dancing its way across his pale face.

Edward panted and quickly shook his head ‘no’, eyes screwed shut and hips bucking erratically. Satisfied, Archer finished his stroke, sliding his palm off the tip of Edward’s cock. The boy moaned pitifully as his body relaxed into the fading waves of Archer’s touch and he fell with a thud onto the desk, his legs flopping open shakily.

“That’s what I thought,” Archer purred with smug satisfaction. “You may continue.”

Edward’s hand quickly found its way back to his own cock and he touched himself more deliberately. His thumb and forefinger formed a ring around himself and he stroked with purpose, ignoring the scrutinizing stare of the man before him and concentrating solely on himself.

“Don’t come or we’ll have to start all over again,” Archer scolded him almost playfully, “and I won’t like that. You know that, Major.”

Edward did know that of course; he knew it quite well, but it was becoming increasingly more difficult to control himself and there was no telling how long Archer would make him wait. Sometimes it lasted hours, sometimes it lasted minutes. One particularly unpleasant visit, Archer didn’t let him finish at all and that was not something Ed wanted to happen again. Being with Archer had a purpose—it was a means to gather important information that he otherwise would not be privy to. It was not recreation, at least not to Edward. The games were unnecessary.

It was just a matter of give and take. Ed had declared many years prior that he was willing to go as far as possible to obtain his goal. Once that goal was achieved, all else would mean little. He could cast of the physical ruin, regain his self, and start over pure with all his sins forgiven, or at the very least forgotten.


Whatever means necessary.


A slick finger brushed against his entrance roughly and Edward opened his eyes, greeting Archer’s glazed blue. The finger entered him quickly and with little resistance on Ed’s part. The man’s impatience could be a blessing or a curse for Ed, but at least it meant it would be over quickly. Submitting to him, though it made Edward’s blood boil, only meant it would be over even sooner.

Archer’s finger twisted upwards, searching for the spot that rid Edward of all his shame. When it brushed against the boy’s prostate, Edward gasped, drawing his lower lip between his teeth to stifle his voice. Archer stroked the spot with purpose, circling his fingertip lazily and Edward whined around his lip, clenching his eyes shut and rolling his hips. Two more fingers squeezed inside of him then and he stiffened against the pain, struggling to relax and accept, though the more Edward met with Archer, the easier it became.

His body had grown used the intrusion, despite the fading protests of his mind, and Edward found himself torn between resignation and shame. His quest was not supposed to be easy; the act was not supposed to feel anywhere close to right. He hated meeting with the man; he hated his self satisfied grin, his arrogant air. It seemed no matter whose command he was under, he couldn’t get away from self-important bastards. He couldn’t stand people like Archer, driven by war and quests for power. Edward wasn’t supposed to want his touch at all, but when three of Archer’s fingers worked Edward roughly, curling over the nub of his prostate, thrusting in quickly and pulling out just as fast, Edward moaned and shuddered. His arms shook under his weight and his eyes opened, pleading wordlessly for more.

Archer smiled at Ed’s enthusiasm, breath quickening with his own eagerness. He withdrew his fingers then and locked his eyes with Edward’s as he ran those fingers over his own cock. When Archer wrapped his free hand around Ed’s waist and drew him closer, the boy was all too aware of what was next. Archer aimed his cock towards Edward’s entrance and the boy lifted himself off the desk without further prompting, bringing himself down.

“You want this more than I expected, Major,” Archer breathed when they touched. “I’m pleased.”

Edward ignored him, ignored the voice that he wished wasn’t there, and detached himself from the act as Archer guided him down slowly. The man’s breath quickened as his erection slipped inside and Edward struggled to keep his composure, stifling his whimpers. The angle they were in made depth awkward, but Ed used his hands on the desk for leverage, lifting himself back up and riding Archer shallowly. He threw his head back and hissed as the man’s tip slid in and out almost completely, stroking his muscles.

After watching Edward perform for him for so long, Archer’s own needs were near the breaking point, but he let Edward ride him slowly while he enjoyed the view. The firm muscles of the boy’s abdomen and chest rippled as he rode, clenching and relaxing under his skin. His breathing was shaky and his skin shone with sweat, highlighting the lines of his muscles and the deep red of his scars. Archer ran his hands up the tight flesh of Edward’s stomach, all the way up to nipple and steel, then back down again, neatly avoiding the Ed’s dripping cock. His hands ran along the insides of Edward’s thighs as they flexed, lifting and settling down in his lap. They rounded one flesh and one metal knee before sliding up again to knead the sensitive muscles of the boy’s groin, obviously avoiding touching him where Ed wanted.

When Edward moaned in frustration, licking his lips and twisting his hips as much as he could toward Archer’s hands to gain some contact, Archer could hold off no longer. He wrapped his hands around the boy’s hips and jerked up quickly, lifting himself out of the chair, and Edward onto his desk. Edward gasped in surprise and relief as Archer drove himself in to the hilt, gripping the boy’s legs and fucking him frantically with long, deep strokes. Archer pounded him hard into the desk, scooting it noisily across the floor, the sound of wood scraping tile mingling with Edward’s desperate cries. Archer’s trousers slipped down with the motion and his body slapped against Edward’s. He panted heavily in rhythm with Ed’s moans and when the boy moved to provide his own cock with some much needed relief, Archer dropped Edward’s legs and slapped the boy’s hands away, pinning them to the table top.

Edward growled in frustration as Archer hunched over him, thrusting and grinding deep, keeping his body from touching the boy’s cock. Archer’s normally immaculate hair fell into his face and he grit his teeth as he sweat, trying to stall his orgasm for a few moments longer. When Edward pulled his knees back to let him in deeper, arching into his thrusts, grunting and whining and begging and pleading, Archer’s stamina met its end.

His body shuddered and he pulled out quickly, releasing Edward’s hands to give his cock a few quick jerks. He groaned and twitched as he striped the underside of Edward’s erection with his orgasm, mixing it with sweat and oil. As his body stilled, he fell heavily into the chair behind him, trousers pooled at his feet, and gasped for breath.

Edward, however, still hadn’t had his release, and his frustration soared. The boy dropped his legs and curled his hands into fists on the desk top. Automail fingers scratched noisily into the wood and he moaned pathetically, breathing shallowly and quickly. He knew very well not to touch himself without Archer’s permission. He begged the man internally, begged him to not make him walk out of his office in the state he was in.

“You may finish,” Archer rasped quietly between breaths and Ed quickly grabbed for his own cock, pumping it wildly, inadvertently using Archer’s come as lubrication.

In a few short seconds it was over. Edward bucked violently and howled, head tilted back, automail digging dangerously further into Archer’s desk. His hand and stomach was coated with fluid, partly his, partly Archer’s. His vision blurred, his body flushed and all he could hear was the sound of his breath and the frenzied beating of his heart.

When his orgasm subsided, his body relaxed slowly, melting into the desk. His automail unclenched and he breathed, bringing his hand shakily up to his face to inspect the damage. It was a mess, wet and uncomfortably sticky. He knew it wasn’t all his, he knew Archer was there on his hand and in the room watching like the predator he was. When a low chuckle rang through his ears, it was only reaffirmed. Edward rolled to his side, his face at the edge of the desk, and retched.


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Archer picked up the phone, watching as Edward latched the last few buckles of his overcomplicated belt, and placed a call down to Central’s main restricted file department. Full access was granted to the alchemist for the rest of the day and he dismissed Edward with a curt command, smirking as his door closed with a slam. Edward didn’t know that, weeks ago, Archer had already ordered the destruction of most of the files he sought. He would probably figure it out eventually, but until then, Archer was happy to continue their deal. He never did confirm the files’ existence; it was the kid’s own fault for not being thorough.

He ran his finger through the deep scars on the top of his desk and smiled. Destruction of military property was a punishable offense. Their next meeting would be especially satisfying.