Distractions

A/N: This is Alfons and Eckart. Don't know why, but Alfons is dominant here. Just kind of happened. This was my response to a challenge on livejournal for fma_fuh_q

Distractions

Alfons walked into the woman’s office, sitting down in the smooth leather chair opposite her desk. As the woman checked over a stack of papers, Alfons couldn’t stop his right leg from twitching. He put his hands on his knees, forcibly holding his leg down. Ed needed him, and he was willing to do whatever it took for his friend.

Alfons’s mind drifted off, wondering how wonderful it would have been if it was Noa sitting across from him, with her long dark hair, olive complexion, rich brown eyes. He could imagine being forced to be with her in some orgasmic moment to transfer all of his knowledge of rocketry to the psychic Roma. He tried to picture how perfect her body would be, the contrast of his own creamy white skin against her own. He tried to imagine anything but what was facing him.

“Ah, Herr Heidrick,” the Thule Society’s leader and resident psychopath, Frau Eckart said to him.

“Please, if you would, call me Alfons.” He flashed a smile at her, hoping his nervousness didn’t show through, or the fact that he knew fully well that Ed was in the main chamber, messing around with the symbols on the ceiling, and probably taunting the serpent they’d wrapped around it—Alfons didn’t try to understand Ed’s dislike for the large snake he called Envy, but he knew it stemmed from that “world” Ed kept talking about.

“Alfons,” Eckart said, returning the smile. It was strange. When she smiled, the crazy witch actually looked… nice. “You are here rather late. I admire your devotion to your research.” She neatly stacked the papers. “We seem to have something in common.”

Alfons swallowed. “I would not want to find employment with someone with work ethics anything short of my own.” He leaned forward, touching her hand. “But work without a little bit of fun isn’t worth it.”

“Are you trying to proposition me, Alfons?”

“Um…” Alfons couldn’t help the heat coming to his face. “I’m not very good at this.”

“No you aren’t.” The woman rose, Alfons doing the same. She would be going out to inspect the area where he knew Ed was; she checked it every night. Ed would be caught and either revealed as someone who knew about this alchemic science or merely killed for messing with the design.

Alfons couldn’t let that happen, and that was the only thought running through his head as he leaned forward and placed a kiss on her much too thin lips. “Frau Eckart, please, forgive me for being too presumptuous, but I have admired you for some time.”

In reality, he admired his own ability to avoid retching, as he half-expected to become sick, but yet, at this moment when a part of him prayed for his illness to kick in to disgust her and provide ample distraction from what was going on in the chamber, he found with some disappointment his breathing came easily, the contents of his stomach remaining in place.

“Herr Heidrick…”

“Alfons.” He steeled himself, trying to remember Noa, trying to find a way to convince his body to respond to her image as there was no way that it would to Eckart. “I find power very… intoxicating, Frau Eckart.”

“Dietlinde.” It wasn’t a horrible name, almost pretty, if it weren’t attached to the woman old enough to be his mother with a penchant for destroying those she felt were beneath her. “Most men are intimidated by power.”

Alfons ran a hand down her much too soft cheek for someone so hard and cruel. “I am not most men.” He was surprised at how determined that came out. Once again, he moved to her, daring to wrap and arm around her waist, pressing their bodies together, trying to imagine Noa or anyone but the woman now in his arms. The other hand darted up, loosening the white scarf at her neck, giving Alfons access to the skin beneath.

Despite appearances and seemingly innocent demeanor, Alfons was no virgin and was by no means unfamiliar to a woman’s body. He knew well enough how to nip and lick at the pulse points and collarbone that were revealed to him until he felt the woman’s hand move to his head of blond hair, holding him in place. He moved his hand to unbutton the blazer she wore, guiding it down her shoulders. The stiff, rigid material made him long for the soft flowing gypsy garb of the Roma who currently resided at his flat. He tossed the blazer down on the chair he’d been seated in earlier.

From his spot at her neck, Alfons spoke in a voice hardly more than a whisper, “You overwork yourself. Do you ever allow time for fun for yourself?” He kissed near her jugular. “A little playtime?”

Alfons seriously considered that he’d been spending too much time around Ed. While the young German man had always had an innocent flirtation with women, Ed never failed to unintentionally say something with such strong sexual undertones that they either got him slapped or offers of pleasant nights together—not that Ed ever took them up on such offers as he was too devoted to returning to his “world.”

He waited to feel her unbuttoning his shirt before he returned the action, fumbling with the tiny rounded buttons that ran down the front of her silk blouse. He, at once, cursed and exalted the quantity, delaying him from making contact with what was beneath.

Once the blouse was finally removed, the rest of her clothes and his own were gone in a blur. He now found himself faced with Dietlinde Eckart, naked, a relatively toned but much too thin body. Unfortunately, all he could focus on was her face, one he’d seen over and over again twisted in cruelty. And like it or not, whatever means he’d managed to get himself aroused with were fading quickly.

He reminded himself to think of Noa, her perfect, much larger, breasts, soulful eyes that held so much pain. What he wouldn’t give to take that pain away for just one night.

Tentatively, Alfons reached out with his hand, cupping this woman’s right breast, massaging it, hearing her moan in return. He moved his mouth to her neck, an area that seemed overly sensitive, while his arm pulled her body to his, skin meeting skin, his thigh between her legs, feeling the heat and slight dampness of the woman’s body against his own.

Superimposing the image of the Roma over that of Eckart, Alfons guided the woman to the wall, trying to forget that he was known for being a gentle and giving lover, but deciding that a little action, a little force was necessary here, that realization reminding him yet again of exactly who he was doing this with.

“How long has it been?” he asked.

“Too long.” Firmly, but without injuring her, Alfons pressed the woman against the wall, moving his hand down to ensure that she was ready as her left leg curled up around his waist. His hands moved over the sandy-colored curls, rubbing gently. Despite the fact that a large part of his mind was not enjoying this, when he managed to make her moan, her entire body quivering just from his mere touch, a part of him wanted more, a part actually indulging itself in her pleasure and his newfound power. His fingers moved further, slowly slipping within her. It was irrational, and he knew it, but a part of Alfonse was surprised that the woman was so warm, so hot when everything about her seemed cold and dead.

A few quick thrusts with his fingers and Alfons had his boss, the cold-hearted bitch who ran the Thule Society, arching her back, and closing her eyes in bliss. He shifted his hips, moving to line himself up. He looked down for just a moment and when he looked back up, he found she was watching him, anticipating his next action.

“Do you want me? Do you want this?”

“Yes,” she said, grabbing his head and kissing him, this time, her tongue entering his mouth before he had time to react.

Pulling back for a moment, he looked into her eyes, normally so callous, but now full of desire and want. “Why?”

“No one likes a woman with power. Other men would use this against me.” She tightened her leg around him, pressing the tip of his member into the awaiting heat below. “You won’t.”

If only she knew. He already was.

He guided her other leg up around him, knowing there was no turning back, no pretending it was all a mistake. Part of Alfons cursed Ed for asking him to distract this woman, but just as quickly as that portion of his mind began to grow angry at his roommate, those feelings dissipated. Ed had no idea and would never expect that Alfons would use sex to distract the woman, the pillar of ice and stone that supported the society. As sexually frustrated as the older teen was, it was amazing to Alfons that Ed never managed to recognize that same feeling in others as Alfons had seen in Eckart.

Carefully as he could, Alfons guided the woman down onto him, groaning as he felt his cock surrounded by the slick, tight heat. But he felt her shift, trying to take him all at once, trying to make this rough. That was what she wanted, as if it was any surprise, but Alfons was more than capable of being rough, being violent. He had enough in his life to drive him into anger, enough that when it surfaced, it left his friends and co-workers staggered by the Mr. Hyde hidden inside of Alfons’s usual Jekyll.

He slammed Eckart against the wall, knocking one of her framed photos down onto the ground. Glancing at the thing for only a moment, Alfons couldn’t say he felt bad for Herr Hitler in the least. Savagely, he pounded into her, hearing her moan and scream in pleasure, her nails digging into his shoulders, raking down his back as she tried to gain some control of this situation.

But Alfons wasn’t giving her any. She had control in the rest of the world, even to a small extent in his own life. Not here. Not now as his own anger at her, at his imminent death, at how little of his work would be done before it happened, at his best friend’s determination to leave him for a world that simply couldn’t exist. Alfons moved faster, grateful at this moment that his lungs were holding out, that he wasn’t coughing up blood all over her body as he repeatedly crushed it against the wall. He grunted and panted, but said nothing to her, some animalistic urge in him finally finding release. His head fell down to her shoulder, biting down and drawing the soft flesh into his mouth, hearing the woman cry out as he marked her with a red spot that almost instantly began turning purple.

He continued his pace, fast and hard until he knew he couldn’t take it much longer, waiting only for her own climax, praying it would come soon. To drive on, he dipped one hand down between them, index finger running over her clit, feeling her breathing grow ragged, her moans turning into whimpers before, with a loud cry to a God he felt certain she didn’t even believe in, she arched her back and the muscles around him tightened.

That primitive side of him practically howled that he had made her feel such pleasure before he himself began a nearly violent orgasm of his own, rocking his body forcefully into hers until he came inside of the woman he hated more than anyone could know.

Together, they slumped to the ground, Alfons looking at the clock and realized that Ed not only was likely done with his alterations to the transmutation circle, but was probably at home, in bed at this point. Eckart looked ready to fall asleep, and Alfons let her before finding his clothes and doing a quick clean-up with his handkerchief. He redressed and went to the door.

“Thank you,” he heard from the floor, seeing as Eckart struggled to find her own scattered clothing.
Alfons only nodded before leaving the office, seriously praying to whatever deity would listen that tonight and Eckart would not be the last time and the last partner he had for sex.