Deal

So, yeah. I woke up in a horrible mood and decided to write porn to cheer myself up. I then went and read a new story by one of my favorite authors and am absolutely humiliated at my lack of skill. Meh. But, too bad for you, I’m posting anyways. Enjoy! Or at least pretend to, to save my ego.
Update: Grammar fix :) Thanks Zakai!

Warnings: I almost forgot about this. Yaoi, oral sex, spanking, use of a crop, I can't think of anything else, really, but if you do, let me know.

Deal


“Fullmetal.” The blond froze, hand extended with his report and felt it start to shake, just a bit. Hawkeye reached out and took it, ignoring the tremors. She also gently took his coat from over his arm and settled it across her chair.

“Yes?” The short alchemist turned to face familiar dark eyes and an arched brow. “Sir.” A somber gaze raked over his body and he fought not to flinch.

“Come.” Shivers traced his spine with the one word and he followed obediently, closing the door behind him. He stood, hands behind his back, facing the large desk and licked his lips while his superior piled the forms up and neatly set them to the side. One was left in the center, right in front of the large chair. Slim fingers commanded him to move around the desk. It seemed much bigger than usual and his steps slower.

He stopped just out of reach and dark eyes narrowed at the small defiance. “Come here, Fullmetal.” A deep breath and he slid the last foot to be within reach, then the last inches to stand beside the sitting Colonel. An almost friendly hand patted blue-clad thighs and he licked his lips and perched uneasily.

He was jerked back to be pressed against the strong chest and struggled for balance before relaxing and leaning back, letting the older man support him. Small hands folded in his lap, fidgeting faintly. Nothing happened and he started to pick at his nails with the metal fingers. “Stop.” He froze and clenched his hands into fists, arms trembling with effort to obey. “Now, Fullmetal. What do you think this is?” He indicated the file on his desk and amber peeked over at it.

He couldn’t quite see what it said and leaned forward, pressing his ass further into the cradle of his superior’s hips. One hand balanced himself on a thigh and the other reached to touch the desk. Oh. He’d hoped that wouldn’t get back here, at least until he was gone. Strong shoulders hunched a little and he shook his bangs into his face. “I didn’t mean to, it was an accident.”

“You seem to have a lot of accidents, Fullmetal. There is a limit to what I am willing to pay for.” A pale hand slid over his stomach and he shivered, a little gasp jerking it in. “Because you see, I thought we had a deal. You wouldn’t blow things up and I wouldn’t have to pay for them.” A faint whimper made the older man smile and rub gently. “You know what to do. Stand.” Slender fingers clung to the desk for a second and a small fist clenched in his pants. Patience, patience. He let go and stood, watching with bright, terrified eyes. “Clothes off and hands on the desk.”

The blond stood and looked at him for a second before turning and placing his hands on the desk. A faint smile teased the edges of Roy’s mouth. “Are you certain you wish to do that?” A teasing finger trailed over the leather clad ass. “I don’t think you’ll like it.” The little smile moved into a full smirk. “But then, you aren’t supposed to, are you? Very well.” Muscle flexed under his finger and he shifted to press his palm around the tight globe, squeezing briefly before moving away. Trembling marked the muscular frame and he took a second to admire before whipping his hand forward to lay a solid slap to the taut black.

His entire body jolted forward under the force and the sharp sting. The leather seemed to amplify it and he had a second to think maybe he should have listened before the next blow landed. By the third blow he was whimpering, his skin burning. He didn’t even notice when the brunette stopped, a dozen spanks later, too lost in his own world of sensitized skin and trembling.

“Fullmetal? Still there?” A hint of humor and he realized he had missed the first few calls.

“Yes, sir.” A gentle hand slid over his pants and he moaned from the rough leather scratching delicate skin.

“Good. Are you done with your defiance? Want to take them off for me now?” A faint sniff and he laughed. “Good boy.”

The chair creaked under his weight and he settled to watch the blond tug the zipper down and shrug out of his over shirt. Metal gleamed and he could now smell the faintly lingering scent of oil. Sweat glistened at the neck of the tank top, and even when it was gone, still lingered. Nervous fingers tangled at his waist, fumbling with the belt. Maybe he should… no, no, stick to the plan. Next time, perhaps. He was distracted from his musings by the belt hitting the floor and the tight pants being unzipped.

Ed felt his face flame even more as he tugged his pants down. He had to wiggle and winced at the friction against soon to be bruised skin. His cock was already hard, even after the beating he’d taken, and he turned away to hide it. His hands pressed flat to the desk and he bent forward a bit, waiting. Slightly rough fingers trailed over reddened flesh and he flinched away.

Roy’s eyes narrowed at the gorgeous contrast of his pale skin and red, red globes. It was so tempting to stop here and enjoy the bounty spread before him. A few deep breaths and he was back in control, fingers trailing sensitive skin while his other hand dug through his drawer. The blond didn’t even look up, assuming he was getting the usual things. The brunette grinned to himself and removed his hand. Well, there was a slight change of plan today.

Gold flew open when leather trailed over his back and teased above his ass. He tried to lift himself up but a firm hand on his shoulder kept him down. A brief struggle and the thin crop came down hard across the red cheeks. Solid hips jerked forward and a small scream burst out. “Now, now, we don’t struggle, do we, Fullmetal?” Another strike and a slim line of white showed before blossoming into bright red. Choked gasps and the dark hips jolted again. Hot skin was caressed with the back of the pale hand while he waited for an answer.

Finally, the words he wanted stumbled out. “No, sir.” Long fingers reached around and tucked the dangling bangs back so he could see clearly. Soft cheeks were flushed and a bit damp but those fascinating eyes were half closed and the bit he could make out were dazed. Full lips were parted by faint panting and the soft whines made his own dry.

The stiff uniform pressed close and whines grew into full cries, entire body writhing against the harsh fabric. “Do you know why you are being punished twice?” Blond shook frantically. “Your disobedience is not acceptable, Fullmetal. Ignoring a direct order is punishable with spanking. Your little ‘accident’ is punishable by whipping.” Hot breath brushed a delicate ear and a smirk touched the shell. “Some days, I believe you do it on purpose, just so you can be punished.” He ignored frantic head shaking and dropped his hand to touch the heavy length and comb thick gold curls. “I really do. Because we both know you like this.” Frantic whimpering made him draw back his hand. It returned to the metal shoulder and pressed down until the blond’s chest hit the desk.

“Don’t move. You might hurt yourself.” Solid hips were pushed forward, pressing the younger’s erection to the edge of his desk, leaving him no room to move around. A gentle tap of the crop and he swung fully, marking smooth skin with heavy red welts. Exertion and arousal had him panting in minutes and he dropped kisses to the heaving back. The blond hadn’t budged, limbs trembling and skin jerking under his attentions. The red marks followed his back, ass and thighs and warm air blown over them sent him into small convulsions.

Slim fingers trailed the taut back, outlining muscle and tracing old scars. “Good boy. I’m very pleased. Would you like a reward?” The soft tip of his new toy teased inflamed flesh and a low moan preceded the thin voice.

“Please.” Well. That was the fastest he’d reduced him to begging yet, without even doing anything. He moved to set the crop down but the ridged handle gave him an idea. A slow grin and he reached around for the oil, tipping it onto his fingers where the blond could see.

A desperate whimper was hushed by gentle kisses to his neck and shoulders. The handle was oiled well and examined briefly; thicker than one but not as big as two fingers. He could take it. Just to be sure, a slick hand slid around and cupped the blond’s length before he pushed in. A jolt and wiggling from the unfamiliar sensation but he moaned anyway, moving his hips back. The first ridge slid past tight muscle and he sobbed, arching his back for more. Another ridge and another sob, desperation making his voice higher than normal.

The older man finally had mercy and pushed in, twisting the handle and hitting the sweet spot. Ed screamed and jolted forward, slamming the pale hand around him into the desk edge. Roy flinched; damn, that’s going to bruise. Another jolt and white splattered the desk, hand, and tanned chest.

The small body curled into itself, totally relaxed now. Murmurs of what a good boy he was, a quick wipe with soft cotton, and he snuffled his way over to cuddle in Roy’s lap. Minutes later, he started to shift uncomfortably. “That really hurt.”

“Hmm. Maybe you’ll stop blowing things up.” Firm hands rubbed his sides and massaged around the welts.

The hot face nuzzled in next to his neck. “It really was an accident.” He shifted again, trying to get comfortable and rubbed hard flesh. “You, ah, didn’t, um, you know.”

“I know it was an accident, it usually is. You have to be more careful or you’ll hurt yourself. Or somebody else. And no, I didn’t come.” He grinned and felt the hidden face heat even more. “I was a bit distracted, you see.”

Little licks trailed over his neck and down the V of his shirt, quick fingers undoing his jacket buttons and leaving him in his white shirt. The pink tongue traced designs over the starched fabric, leaving tiny trails of wet, clinging material. Bright eyes peered up at him from his lap, where the buttons seemed to melt away. “You look really hot like this, shirt wet and sticking to you.” Always such bold words, even when his face looked like it might light on fire.

Gentle hands ran through the long bangs. “You don’t have to. I’ll survive.”

Humming against his erection through his boxers had him drawing in a sharp breath. “No? Looks like you want me to though.” The head was mouthed through soft cloth and he could feel the little tongue gliding along the ridge and around the tip. The older man groaned softly and moved against the warm mouth. It was pulled back and he shivered at the cool difference of air on his wet skin. A quick shift and damp cloth jerked over his hips, freeing him to cool air and hot breath.

The blond blew gently, ruffling tight curls, and dragged his tongue from base to tip. Pink flashed as he circled the slit and licked his way back down without investigating. He smiled at the disappointed groan and suckled at the base, working his way up. When he peeked up to see, his superior’s eyes were closed and he was panting faintly, a light blush sneaking over his cheeks.

A quick hum of pleasure and he engulfed the head, running his tongue around the ridge and sliding it into the wet slit, tasting the bitter salt. A bit deeper and the thick vein along the base was rubbed strongly before even teeth scrapped delicately over it.

Roy’s hands tightened in the soft hair and he shifted his hips upwards slightly, encouraging more depth. It was rare that he was privileged to feel that soft mouth and he wouldn’t last long now either. Heat moved down his cock obligingly and he bit his lip to keep from coming. If he could just hold out long enough…

Another soft hum and he slid the rest of the way in, feeling the tight throat close around him. The blond flexed and he choked out his name. “Ed, I” One more flex and he slid back out, rubbing the top of the open mouth, a quick tongue flicking over his head. Dark hair hit the back of his chair as he came, his hips moving in small jerks. His eyes fluttered uncontrollably while the blond swallowed, a bit sliding down the still twitching shaft, prolonging the sensation.

A few last licks and the smaller alchemist crawled back up to his position in his superior’s lap. Blue covered arms wrapped around him absently and blond hair rubbed happily against the firm shoulder. “You should probably go home soon.” The little body snuggled more, curled around the warmth of another living body, the only one he allowed himself.

“In a bit. Al’s reading and won’t miss me for a while.” Strong fingers flexed against the naked back and he arched into it, wincing a little when he rubbed his inflamed skin against the harsh fabric.

“Here.” He was lifted up and balanced against smooth shoulders to be carried to the door to grab a soft black overcoat from its hanger, then to the couch. “Some of us still have work to do.” The large coat wrapped around the small body and he snuggled into it, laying his head on his arm. A faint snort at the mention of work and he faded into sleep, exhaustion pulling him under.

Pale fingers ruffled his bangs and smoothed stray tendrils back into his braid. “Good night, Fullmetal. Try not to blow thing up tomorrow.”




So there we have it. It took me all day to write, between studying, my friend being in town, and general unrest. I’m glad you made it this far, and hopefully you enjoyed yourself along the way. Thanks for reading! Oh, and yeah, Riza is just ignoring the brats. Cause she’s nice that way.