Expenses

Disclaimer: Of course I don’t own them, or else Fullmetal Alchemist would be found in the adults only section of any store.

Warnings: Yaoi, sex, more sex, lack of plot

Just a little something I came up with while I was supposed to be doing homework. Which I’m not. Oops. I had a request for a seme Ed, so here we go. Porn without any plot whatsoever. Enjoy and review please!

Expenses

“You Bastard!” Heavy stomping and Roy put his pen down, waiting patiently for the by now traditional slamming of his door. “Why didn’t you sign these?” The door bounced, and if the blond had stopped or even slowed down, it would have smacked him. “Al NEEDS these things, you know!”

Black eyes glinted and he smirked. “I highly doubt your brother NEEDS 1000$ worth of clothes, nor does he NEED 150$ worth of candy. I am not signing that expense form.” The older man leaned back and tented his hands in his lap, watching the twitching across his desk.

The small frame shuddered in frustration. “He’s twelve fucking years old, of course he needs these things!” He changed tactics like a light switch. “Come on, sign it already. Please?” Dark hair shook and a light snicker escaped. “Fine, be that way. You will sign them.” A few strides took him to the door where he clapped and slapped his hands to the frame, sealing the room.

“Fullmetal, what are you doing? Open the door.” He watched warily as the blond stalked back to stand beside his chair. A loud clap and his arms were confined by the wood of the chair. “Release me immediately.” He tried to keep his voice steady; giving in to the tremor would only encourage him.

The blond laughed and settled his hands on his hips to regard his captive. “Nope, not until you promise to sign those forms for me.” Dark eyes narrowed and he shook his head stubbornly. “Heh, good. I was hoping you’d want to do it the hard way. You have no one to blame but yourself.” A slim hand chased gold braid over the blue clad chest, one finger trailing along to the buttons. They flicked open quickly and Roy’s breath caught, stopping his protests for a second. Cold assaulted his senses, auto-mail running over sensitive skin, brushing a pink nipple.

“Edward, stop, I” He choked when the delicate bud was squeezed and rolled.

“Aww, giving up already? This is just getting fun.” Dark hair shook again; no way was he giving in to the brat. The little pain bent to capture pink skin in his mouth, licking gently before testing the edge of his teeth. A faint moan had him laughing against the slim chest as he moved from side to side, giving both nipples equal attention.

He shifted focus, nipping at the long fingers, sucking gently on rough cloth. Roy could feel the heat even through his gloves and wiggled his fingers, earning a little bite. Mismatched hands slid over the flat stomach, tickling lightly. Short nails dragged and the dark head tilted back when a hot mouth followed them.

The belt slid out of the loops easily but the pants refused to move. “Up, Mustang. Or I’ll transmute them off for you.” The older man stayed still, stubbornly refusing to help. He wouldn’t really do it. Or maybe he would; a faint clap and a flash of light left him dressed only in his open shirt. “Better move things around a little, make it easier.”

A quick grin and Roy stiffened in alarm, opening his mouth to protest. Bright light cut him off and he closed his eyes to protect them. When he opened them, the chair was higher, his hips even with Edward’s, and the seat was smaller, leaving him balanced delicately, not daring to move for fear of falling. A small frown, what good did those changes do? The blond showed him, stepping between his legs and pressing their groins together, the smooth glide of leather drawing low moans, the hardness beneath it providing delicious friction.

Warm breath ghosted over his ear and a wet tongue mapped the contour. “Ready yet? I can stop anytime.” A sharp nip made the dark head jerk away. “As you like.” He pulled back, reaching into his pocket and tugging out a small tube. One hand opened it and slicked his fingers while the other trailed the smooth chest, teasing the sensitive skin before trailing further. Dark curls were combed and slim hips jolted up seeking pressure. He felt himself start to slip and wriggled frantically not to fall. Teasing laughter made him blush and he opened his mouth to tell the brat off.

An open mouth captured his, a dominating tongue sliding deep. He lost himself in wet and pleasure; it took a second to notice the sneaky hand between his legs, petting behind his balls and gliding up between his cheeks. The dark head leaned as far back as it would go. “Ed, I don’t” Another kiss stopped the stuttered words and slick fingers explored gently, metal tips slipping in before retreating, teasing and opening. One returned, entering delicately, and turned, seeking. It pulled back and more lube was used before two fingers came back, pressing gently in. They crooked and found the right angle, brushing the sensitive bundle of nerves. A faint scream and slim hips flew up and forward, right off the edge of the seat.

A true scream burst out then; he was held up by the metal hand, the two fingers completely inside, the heel of smooth palm rubbing the spot just behind his balls. It hurt but the dual pressure was shoving him over the edge and he screamed again, desperate. A squeak and a quick grab left him gasping, without release. Tight fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and he sobbed his need, willing to beg if he could manage the breath to speak. “Shh, relax. Not yet, k?” Soft kisses pressed to his chest and stomach and he was lifted up to sit again, the invading fingers pulling back. He panted himself down again, away from the edge to watch Ed undo his pants and slick himself; his mouth worked but there really wasn’t anything to say.

A gold brow arched in perfect imitation of him and a cocky grin almost made him smile back. Until that sinful mouth closed over his head, tongue actively exploring the ridges and delicate slit. His hips tried to move but were held captive by a cool hand, the other still holding his base. “Please.”

Gold peeked at him and the perfect pressure stopped. “You’ll sign it?” He nodded frantically and the blond surged up to kiss him, nipping at his mouth to force it open. Firm pressure at his entrance made him flinch a bit but the blond muttered reassurances against his lips. Short thrusts and he opened, relaxing into the feeling, allowing him to be filled completely. Once the younger man was completely seated, he stopped, waiting. Roy panted up at him with glazed eyes, and writhed helplessly.

The delicate nose brushed his and gold smiled at him. “Want to come?” He nodded as quickly as possible afraid to hesitate in case he was denied. His legs were lifted and wrapped eagerly around the solid hips, locking to prevent escape. He arched as much as possible and his cock was freed from the restrictive pressure to be stroked firmly in time with the strong thrusts slamming him into the chair.

One final push and he was gone, shooting white strands over his stomach and chest. He screamed until his voice broke, but he couldn’t stop; his body ruled him and twitched and shook uncontrollably. The eighteen year old thrust again and gritted his teeth as he came, pulsing against just the right spot to prolong Roy’s orgasm, sending him into tremors again.

Dark eyes opened and looked up at the ceiling. He shifted on the firm pillow and tried to roll, stopping quickly when flares of small pain radiated from stretched muscle. “Just stay, I talked to Hawkeye, you get an hour off.” The older man glared up and tried to sit again, noticing he was completely dressed again. “I didn’t tell her anything, I soundproofed the room before. Just stay put; you’ll be sore for a while.” The metal hand was on his chest, holding him down easily.

“That was out of line, Fullmetal.” The dark-haired alchemist stopped struggling and forced himself to relax.

“Whatever, you had your gloves and lots of room to use them. And it’s not like you didn’t enjoy yourself.” A warm finger tapped his nose and a pair of papers flashed in front of his eyes, along with a pen. For an instant he considered refusing, but he had agreed, even under pressure. They were signed quickly and handed back silently. The brat was right, he hadn’t even thought to use his alchemy. Half way through his hour, the young man stood and stretched. “Gotta go, Al wanted to go to the movies tonight. Thanks for signing, I’ll see you tomorrow.” The blond waved casually and bounced out the door.

Roy lay on his couch and stared at the ceiling, seriously considering never signing another of Edward Elric’s expense reports.