Pastimes

Titlelang=EN-US>: Pastimes.

Fandomlang=EN-US>: Fullmetal Alchemist.

Characterslang=EN-US>: Roy Mustang, Edward Elric.

Ratinglang=EN-US>: R.

Genrelang=EN-US>: PWP?.

Noteslang=EN-US>: For jadedsilk, and because I'm definitely going to hell, rather
sooner than later. Yeah. XD

Pastimes.

Roy Mustang was an experienced man. Until
that particularly chilly winter morning, he had never thought he would find
something that would leave him speechless again. After all, he had gone to war
in Ishbal, he lived in a constant struggle with a certain Fullmetal brat, had
philosophic discussions with a suit of armor and feared the wrath of a blonde
officer under him. He had simply assumed that there was nothing else in the
world that would shatter his moulds and leave him flustered.

He had been wrong.

"Edward?" The dark haired
Alchemist heard his voice tremble, hated himself for it, and stared in awe at
the strange creature knelling in front of him.

"What?" The voice, cheeky as per
usual, seemed slightly strained as two clumsy hands struggled to undo his belt
and his pants.

"What are you doing?" His voice
quivered as those damned hands touched him roughly, without a trace of
gentleness.

Roy had never expected Ed to be gentle with
him. Though, then again, he had never expected to be in such situation.

"Sucking your cock," The blonde
replied as bluntly as always, before true to his word, he leaned in and allowed
his tongue to grace on his skin lightly.

Roy let out a breath he hadn't been aware
he was holding and shook like a leaf. Allowing his head to fall back on his
chair, he heard a distant part of himself screaming how wrong it was to allow
this, how utterly low he was falling... how fearsome Hawkeye's wrath was going
to be.

"Why?" He voiced before his
breath hitched when the head of his cock was buried into that deliciously
welcoming heat.

"Because," Roy groaned when Ed
pulled back to answer, and looking down, saw the golden eyes glinting
challengingly, "Now shut up, you're breaking my concentration."

"Wha-" Ed took as much of him as
he could into his mouth, "Oh."

The blonde continued his work in earnest,
slowly grinding Mustang's self control to dust. The Colonel had no idea of how
he had ended in such a situation, cornered in his own office, with Edward Elric
of all people, on his knees and giving him head. If it was a dream, Roy
decided, he really didn't want to wake up. When it was over, after precious
moments of awkwardness and enthusiastic licking from the younger man, and the
dark haired alchemist found himself falling from the edge.

"Why?" Drowsily, he watched as Ed
sat back, a proud glint in his eyes as he ran his eyes all over him.

"Oh, you know," And the blonde
tease had the nerve to shrug, "I
thought about what you said about me needing a pastime."