Army Issue
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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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696
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Army Issue
A/N: I'm adding the warning for pedophilia to this because I'm not sure whether Al sounds more like a child than a teen, but to be sure. There is blood mentioned in this, but nothing to worry about overly.
Army Issue
Love and hate are like burning and freezing; once you reach a certain degree you can't tell them apart. This is what Mustang has thought about for the past three nights in succession, but then, he knows that to postulate something of that sort requires that you believe in love to start with.
He doesn't know if he really believes in love or not, but he knows that the feeling of Alphonse's petal-soft lips dragging over his cock can certainly make him think it. Without thinking, he threads his fingers through the short auburn hair on Al's head, trying vainly to hold him closer to the cradle of his pale hips. It's about as effective as holding water in a sieve, though, and he wakes to the realization that there is no one in his bed but him.
Damn army-issued drugs…every time Mustang takes them, to alleviate the nightmares, he hallucinates. To make it worse, he is forever dreaming of the one time he should have said no, and denied his willful body's urges. Al was too young to be in the army, though everyone accepted the fact that he followed his brother on his missions like a lost puppy. In a moment of what he liked to think was insanity, Mustang had agreed with himself to let the young Elric sleep with him. Or, at least that was the plan. The only thing that had ended up happening was a simple--relatively, at any rate--blowjob, and Mustang sheltering Alphonse through the night by wrapping his thin arms around his waist.
The night ended fitfully enough, with nightmares still plaguing Mustang's dreams in the cool morning light filtering through the square window. He remembered the feel of those soft lips, skin that had yet to be marred by the ravages of time and worldly obsessions. Mustang allowed himself to relive those few moments when the young alchemist had been keenly pleasuring him, rubbing his smooth cheek against the colonel's thick shaft, smearing his come over his young face…
But these memories were interrupted by a horrific scene, caught in vivid detail amidst the web of tangled thoughts and sensual happinesses. Alphonse Elric, caught in the demon's embrace by a homunculus, the vicious sound of claws shredding his back wetly…then swiping at his face in long strokes, horridly mimicking the caresses Mustang had bestowed on the boy the evening before.
Al had cried out frantically, screaming like a banshee for Mustang to stop, stop, please stop…he had screamed like that until he couldn't but barely gurgle Roy's name. The sound of incredibly hard laughter and claws retracting from wet silk startled him from half-sleep, sheathed in cold sweat for the third morning running.
Damn drugs…
Army Issue
Love and hate are like burning and freezing; once you reach a certain degree you can't tell them apart. This is what Mustang has thought about for the past three nights in succession, but then, he knows that to postulate something of that sort requires that you believe in love to start with.
He doesn't know if he really believes in love or not, but he knows that the feeling of Alphonse's petal-soft lips dragging over his cock can certainly make him think it. Without thinking, he threads his fingers through the short auburn hair on Al's head, trying vainly to hold him closer to the cradle of his pale hips. It's about as effective as holding water in a sieve, though, and he wakes to the realization that there is no one in his bed but him.
Damn army-issued drugs…every time Mustang takes them, to alleviate the nightmares, he hallucinates. To make it worse, he is forever dreaming of the one time he should have said no, and denied his willful body's urges. Al was too young to be in the army, though everyone accepted the fact that he followed his brother on his missions like a lost puppy. In a moment of what he liked to think was insanity, Mustang had agreed with himself to let the young Elric sleep with him. Or, at least that was the plan. The only thing that had ended up happening was a simple--relatively, at any rate--blowjob, and Mustang sheltering Alphonse through the night by wrapping his thin arms around his waist.
The night ended fitfully enough, with nightmares still plaguing Mustang's dreams in the cool morning light filtering through the square window. He remembered the feel of those soft lips, skin that had yet to be marred by the ravages of time and worldly obsessions. Mustang allowed himself to relive those few moments when the young alchemist had been keenly pleasuring him, rubbing his smooth cheek against the colonel's thick shaft, smearing his come over his young face…
But these memories were interrupted by a horrific scene, caught in vivid detail amidst the web of tangled thoughts and sensual happinesses. Alphonse Elric, caught in the demon's embrace by a homunculus, the vicious sound of claws shredding his back wetly…then swiping at his face in long strokes, horridly mimicking the caresses Mustang had bestowed on the boy the evening before.
Al had cried out frantically, screaming like a banshee for Mustang to stop, stop, please stop…he had screamed like that until he couldn't but barely gurgle Roy's name. The sound of incredibly hard laughter and claws retracting from wet silk startled him from half-sleep, sheathed in cold sweat for the third morning running.
Damn drugs…