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ElegantPaws: *nods*
It really is inevitable that it would become more complicated. The arrangement they have can’t last
forever. Nomme de Plume: *laughs* Maybe
you could say that both me and him are perverts ^_~ It really was a difficult thing for me
to write though, because I don’t get the furry thing haha ^ ^; MaryLover: haha yes, animalistic is a good way of
putting it! Vegi: Thanks. Glad you like it
(though, I think that aff.n cut off your review so I
don’t really know what else you said ^ ^; Katmon: *chuckles* actually, I
hadn’t thought of what color they were, but brown works for me. ^_~ Amethyst-eyed Koneko:
haha yeah, it’s very rare that a guy can suck himself off, but since I’d
already established that Ed was very flexible, I thought why not? Haha. *nods* you’re right, Roy
isn’t the master of control he thinks he is.
He’s starting to get too comfortable with what they have. athena: teary huh? *nods* Yeah, I can see it, especially in a
hormonal state. ^_^ Jaden: *nods* it is good that Ed is able to
separate this from the other things in his life. Also, I have been working on Training Edward
Elric. I can’t say when the next chapter
will be out, but it is being worked on. Witchy Willow: *nods* the
rough play was my favorite part too! ^_~ *laughs* the plot it has is very
thin. The premise of the story is to be
opposite of what a lot of other stories are.
Instead of starting with plot and building into sex, it starts with sex
and builds into the plot (and actually, the sex is part of the plot ^_~). Lady_Pippy: *laughs* I can see that you
definitely want Roy
to suffer. *nod/nod* hehe mina: *shrugs*
there’s nothing wrong with being interested in seeing how Ed and Al reconcile
things. This story does have plot, and plot is just as good as smut. No reason not to enjoy it ^_~ PleiadesWolfe: True, true. mirage: aww, well,
thank you! Let’s me know that I’m doing
well with the plot as well as with the smut. lovely spell: *laughs* I think a lot of people seem to think this story
will be a PWP when they first start. InkHeart17: wow, 4am.
That’s dedication right there haha.
Sero: I never felt that Ed completely
trusted the unknown stranger completely since he was confident in his ability
to get out of anything the man might be able to dish out. I think that in this chapter, Ed truly
realizes how vulnerable he’s made himself. animegeik,
lingling, Affie and Rysha, Lilith, Loqui, Nusku, Kuragari,
Pyris, Briryan, Your Seme, Sammy D, Edan, radcat, and Merkswinter: Thank you and I’m glad you’re enjoying the story. ^_^
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Blind Obsession
VIII
Experimental Luxuria
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“Hi, Ed!”
Ed looked
up from the volumetric flask to see a boy with blond hair looking interestedly
at the equipment on the table. Pulling
his safety goggles from over his eyes and letting them rest on his head, Ed
said, “Hey, Fletcher.”
Fletcher
Tringham, Russell’s younger brother, turned his attention to Ed and grinned
widely. “Whad’r you workin’ on?”
Ed smiled
and began explaining the tedious and boring process in the most exciting way
possible; and Fletcher, for his part, asked all the right questions to urge the
inflated explanation forward.
“You want
to give me a hand?” Ed offered, and was pleased to see Fletcher’s face light up
with excitement.
“Sure!”
“I don’t
think so,” a voice said behind them.
They both turned to see Russell standing there with his arms folded and
a scowl on his face.
“But, brother!” Fletcher whined.
Ed
glanced from one to the other, knowing that whatever Russell decided, was what would
happen. Not only because he was in
charge of this particular section of the lab, but because he was in charge of
Fletcher. Their father had abandoned
them when they were younger and ended up getting himself killed. As for their mother...
Ed didn’t know. Neither talked of her
and Ed could only suppose she’d either left them to fend for themselves or
she’d died as well.
Either
way, Russell had become the pseudo parent.
It was something Ed understood—him being the older brother without
parents—though he and Al were far too close in age for Ed to have taken on a
parenting role.
The two
Tringham brothers had many more similarities in looks than Ed did with Al. Their hair was the same color; they had
facial features that, though different by age, were quite alike; their eye
color was the same... hell, even their eyebrows were similar.
In
temperament, the two weren’t similar at all.
Russell was... well, he was very intelligent, but he was an arrogant
ass. Not much more to say about
that. Fletcher, though, was a fun kid to
be around. He was very bright, loved
alchemy, and—most importantly in Ed’s opinion—he liked Ed and thought he was
brilliant. Yes, the kid definitely had
good judgment. It was too bad he’d been
born as Russell’s younger brother.
“Absolutely
not,” Russell proclaimed with a note of finality. “Where’s your lab coat? You know you’re supposed to be wearing one
when you come here. And safety
goggles!” Russell’s mothering brought a
heavy sigh and a roll of the eyes from Fletcher. Lifting an arm, Russell pointed toward the
door. “Go get them on now.”
“But I’m
not going to be here that long,” Fletcher countered as he turned to do what
Russell had told him to.
Ed was
about to turn back to his work when Russell rounded on him. “And you! This isn’t a playground! Do not
invite my brother to help you with your work!”
“He’s old
enough,” Ed reasoned. “When I was his
age—”
“When you
were his age, you were stupid enough to try human transmutation and lost your
younger brother his body,” Russell hissed in a quieter tone so that he wouldn’t
be over heard. “Maybe you don’t care
about your younger brother’s safety, but I care about mine.”
Ed
narrowed his eyes. “That was low...” he
growled. The words stung, but he knew
Russell had a right to be concerned.
There had been two accidents in the past month; one caused by
carelessness, and one by an unstable factor.
Luckily no one had died, but four people were injured and three of them had
been taken off the team permanently.
Bringing
a hand up to the bridge of his nose, Russell closed his eyes for a moment and
gave a small sigh. “I know... I’m
sorry...” he muttered. Dropping his
hand, Russell folded his arms and looked around the large room. “Look,” he said, not looking at Ed. “I... I guess I’m still a little upset about
those two incidents... I promised myself
when I took this position that there wouldn’t be any accidents on my watch.”
Ed
noticed Fletcher come back into the lab; wearing goggles and a lab coat that
was far too big on him. He started toward
them, but Russell shook his head and pointed toward his office. Fletcher gave an exaggerated fold of his body
as if to say he was so picked on, then started for the
office, greeting other lab workers on his way.
“I took
this job for Fletcher,” Russell said unexpectedly. Ed turned his attention to Russell, who was
still watching Fletcher. “I wanted him
to have something stable, you know?
Something better... I was really
lucky to have landed this job. It pays
great and I’ll have a chance to get a different government job after this
project is complete.”
Russell
was quiet for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, then turned to Ed. “It’s important that I protect him, and that
nothing happens so that we’re separated.
If an accident happened while Fletcher was here and he got hurt... or if
I got hurt or killed...” He trailed off,
then said, “I just don’t want any more accidents. I want everyone to practice safe working
habits. You understand, don’t you?”
Ed glanced
quickly toward Russell’s office door.
Fletcher was inside and no longer visible. Yes, he understood... He’d feel the same way if his and Russell’s
positions were reversed. Hell, he had been in that situation before;
wanting to protect Al and fearing separation.
“Yeah,
okay, I get it,” Ed said in an offhand manner.
“Is this the part where you say that if I fuck up you’ll put me over
your knee and spank me?”
“I’ll do
better than that,” Russell said, rolling his eyes.
Better than spanking? You must be amazing, Ed thought in wry amusement. The thought of having any type of sexual
relations with Russell wasn’t immediately desirable; yet, as Ed eyed his
temporary supervisor, he had to admit that it wouldn’t be too horrible either. Russell was
pretty good looking, even if he was a complete and utter fuckwad.
“I’ll
write your ass up,” Russell continued, and flicked a finger at the safety
goggles on Ed’s head. “Put those back on
and get back to work,” he said irritably, then started toward his office.
Ed rolled
his eyes, then watched Russell’s ass as he walked. Bringing the goggles down, he shook his head
and turned back to his work. Yeah,
Russell wasn’t bad in the looks department, but unless the opportunity jumped
out at him and bit him on the nose, there was no way in hell Ed would ever
bring it up.
;-;-;-;-;-;-;
Roy glanced up when he heard a knock
on his office door. Glancing at the
clock, he smirked and called, “Come in.”
The door instantly opened and Ed trudged into the room. He looked tired and, by the sour look on his
face, irritable. Sitting back in his
chair, Roy
said, “I always look forward to your smiling face and cheerful presence. My office just lights up when you walk in—”
“Shut the
hell up,” Ed growled.
Being as
obvious as he could, Roy
scratched lightly at his own neck in the same spot Ed had a particularly dark
hickey from their most recent fuck session.
“With your sweet talking it’s no wonder you have such an active love
life.”
Roy had given Ed that hickey a few
nights ago in a dark movie theater. The
theater house was in one of Central’s red light districts, and was known for
its illicit films. He’d had Ed attend
the last showing so that there would be very few people, and had instructed him
to sit in the balcony and watch the first twenty minutes of the show, then put
the blindfold on. Roy had let him sit
there listening to the actors have sex for another ten minutes before he’d made
himself known to Ed.
There had
been heavy petting, hand jobs, and oral sex.
If anyone had noticed two people getting each other off in the darkness,
they would have blown it off—that type of behavior happened all the time in
such theaters.
It had
been a risky thing—meeting in such a public place—but the thrill had added so
much to the excitement that Roy
was trying to plan another public meeting in the near future.
Ed glared
darkly at him for the statement about his love life and the obvious reference
to the love mark on his neck. It was so
amusing to see the teen acting like that when Roy knew how much Ed liked their fuck sessions
together. In the back of his mind he
could still see the kid writhing under his touch and begging for more... It made him hard just thinking about it...
“What’s
the matter?” Ed asked snidely. “Jealous that you don’t have my stamina anymore, old man?”
“I think
I could keep up with you,” Roy
chuckled and held out his hand. “Give me
your daily report and you can leave.”
A slight
dusting of pink highlighted Ed’s cheeks before he looked away to open his book
bag and search for the report. There was
shuffling, then more shuffling, then a slump of the shoulders. “Aaaah, shit! Mother fucking son of a bitch...” His cussing faded into incomprehensible
mutters, then he looked up and mumbled, “I don’t have
it... I must have left it in my locker
at the lab...”
Roy frowned and glanced at the clock
as he estimated how long it would take Ed to go back, get the report, then return. “It’s getting late, and I think I’m going to
leave. Why don’t you go get it and slip
it under my door? I’ll read it over
first thing tomorrow morning.”
Ed
scowled. “Why don’t I just go get it
tomorrow morning and bring it over then?”
“Because,
I want you to go get it tonight and put it under my door,” he said softly,
waiting expectantly for Ed to affirm that Roy
was the one in control and to obey.
“I hate
you... You know that, don’t you?” Ed
said angrily as he closed his bag.
No, you don’t, Roy thought as he eyed Ed. He was getting hard from this, and Roy thought that perhaps
he would jerk off after Ed left. This
was almost as good as getting Ed to do something when he was blindfolded. Not quite
as good, but almost...
“I’ll do
it tomorrow,” Ed said stubbornly. “I’m
tired, and I want to go home.” Standing
up, Roy walked
around his desk to stand right beside Ed.
Putting one of his hands on Ed’s real shoulder and the other on Ed’s
back, he guided him toward the door.
“Tonight,”
he whispered in Ed’s ear and squeezed his shoulder. What he really wanted to do was pull Ed down on the couch, or the floor, or even on his
desk, and fuck him senseless.
His cock
twitched and throbbed at the prospect, and it was all he could do to push him
out the door. The surprised look on Ed’s
face when he turned back to look at him was almost comical, and Roy forced himself to not
laugh. Instead he simply shut the office
door, then turned and leaned against it with his back.
He sighed
and closed his eyes, trying to analyze what had just happened. Why the hell had he grabbed Ed like
that? Why had he whispered in his ear
and squeezed his shoulder? He never touched Ed outside of their fuck
sessions. Would Ed suspect? Would he make any connections?
Roy didn’t think so. Ed was very smart, and maybe if the kid had
reason to think it might be him, that would be different, but... But still, he couldn’t make a slip like that
again... Not if he wanted this to go on
for a while longer.
;-;-;-;-;-;-;
“I’ll do
it tomorrow,” Ed said, feeling stubborn.
“I’m tired and I want to go home.”
He watched as Mustang stood and walked over to him. He was expecting some sort of quip or
smartass remark, but that’s not what happened.
Instead, the man put a hand on his real shoulder and one on his back, then began to guide him toward the door.
“Tonight,”
Mustang whispered in his ear, then squeezed his
shoulder. Ed blinked in surprise, then stumbled out into the hallway when Mustang pushed him
out of the office. Turning, he looked at
the man in surprise, but didn’t have time to say anything before the door was
shut firmly in his face.
There was
a long moment of silence as Ed stared at the closed door. He was torn between pounding on it and
shouting that Mustang would get the damn report in the morning, and doing what
he’d been told to do.
Ed
thought of the whispered command, and he felt a shiver tingle down his spine
that seemed to gather warmly in his groin.
‘Tonight,’ Mustang had said;
and though there had been nothing provocative in what Mustang had said, but how
he’d said it... Ed couldn’t help but
feel compelled to obey.
And the
small squeeze on his shoulder...? It
felt so... familiar... It reminded Ed of him... Whenever he ‘told’ Ed to do anything, he expected
to be obeyed, and Ed was only too willing to comply with his desires...
Maybe that’s why I feel such an
urge to do what Mustang wants right now, Ed thought irritably, trying to convince himself as he
turned and started down the hallway. He
thought about his secret lover, about being with him... It had been about a month since they’d fucked
in the rain by the river; about a month since Ed had tried out his safe word...
He nodded
to the security guard at the front entrance of Central Headquarters and left
the building. His first instinct was to
head home; but, almost without thinking about it, he started toward the
lab.
Ed
thought about his secret lover a lot nowadays.
At times, he wondered who the man could be; and, at other times, he
resolved that he didn’t want to know. If
he didn’t know, then the man could be whoever and whatever Ed wanted. All he had to do was imagine it, and that was
so much more inviting than reality.
Not
knowing was much better. Being aware of
who was touching, licking, and fucking him... knowing who was taking charge and
ordering him silently around... and knowing the man knew that at each command Ed
obeyed almost without question... He
wasn’t sure how he’d feel about that.
Humiliated, perhaps... Anyone who
knew him wouldn’t believe that he’d be willing to surrender his self-control to
someone else, yet he was... and in the most intimate ways possible... Would he even be able to look his lover in
the eyes if he had to...?
No... Ed
didn’t want to know who his secret lover was.
He wanted to fantasy, didn’t need the complication of knowing, because
right now, reality was not his friend.
Reality was his and Al’s strained relationship. It was going to a job he didn’t like, working
under a temporary supervisor who he’d rather have never seen again, and having
a commanding officer that he hated with all his heart.
Reaching
up, he touched the hickey on his neck that Mustang had pointed out. Ed knew that it was partially his own
fault. He needed to tell his lover to
stop marking him up, but it never seemed that important when they were with
each other. Still... Ed didn’t see any
reason for Mustang to be such an asshole about it. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d
told Mustang to back off. Why couldn’t
the man leave him alone about it?
Because he’s a selfish bastard, Ed thought as he used his badge
to let himself into the locked building.
He knew there were a few people still in the building somewhere—people
who didn’t know that normal people
stopped working and had a life after work—but, for the most part, everyone had
gone home. The lights were off except
for the dim guide lights on the ceiling.
Pushing the
elevator button, Ed waited, still wrapped up in his thoughts. His lover... well, he, at least, seemed to respect Ed’s boundaries. There were no lingering doubts in his mind
that the man would back off if Ed wanted him to, and his time with his lover had
become a little more than just a fuck session.
Oh, nothing had really changed between them, but Ed felt different about it. He
supposed that having a certain amount of trust for someone did that; though it
might be more than that...
The
elevator pinged and the doors opened for Ed to step inside. Pushing the button for his floor, Ed leaned
against the side of the elevator and waited.
Why
couldn’t everything in his life be as simple as what he had with his unknown
lover? He had no obligations to that man;
and, in return, the man had no expectations of him—well, except that Ed would
do what he wanted him to. But Ed
actually wanted to do what he was
told to do. It wasn’t a mandatory thing; he could leave at any
time if he so wished.
The
elevator doors opened and Ed stepped out, starting toward his section of the
lab.
Perhaps
that was the difference. Ed felt
obligated to continue living with Al—they were brothers and Ed did love him... And, of course, he felt obligated to stay in
the military because, well, he didn’t really know anything else. He’d always been in the military. He had rank, status, good pay, great
benefits... He had a career with the military... It would be stupid to leave, right?
Resting
his hand on the doorknob, Ed pressed his forehead against the door and
sighed. But he hated being in the military...
Hated working in this lab, hated working with Russell, hated having to
report to Mustang every damn day and endure his shit.
And Al? Ed loved Al, but he hated the strain between them. He hated feeling like he was walking on
eggshells all the time, hated the looks his brother gave him, hated knowing
that somehow he was making Al sad...
Basically, Ed just hated his life right now. He wanted things to improve, and they’d have
to, wouldn’t they? There really wasn’t
much room for it to get worse, so no where else to go but up, right?
Turning
the doorknob, Ed slipped inside the dark lab room and moved quickly to his
locker. Opening it, he glanced inside
for where he could have set the report.
His lab coat and safety goggles were neatly hung on a hook, a few
chemistry books lined the shelf on the top, and beside those there were some
packaged snacks that he kept around incase he got hungry.
But no report.
He
frowned and drummed his fingers silently on the metal locker as he tried to
remember what he’d done before leaving.
He’d taken off his lab coat and goggles and put them away... He’d had the report in hand and was about to
put it in his book bag when...
Ed
slapped a hand to his forehead as he remembered and glanced at Russell’s
office. Of course! The fucktard had
called him in for a few things and Ed had set it on Russell’s desk! Shaking his head at himself, Ed headed toward
the office. He would get the report and
take it home with him. He’d drop it off
in the morning; and, if Mustang didn’t like it, well... fuck him.
Grabbing
the doorknob, Ed quickly opened it and stepped inside, but stopped when he saw
that the small, dimly-lit office wasn’t empty.
Inside, Russell was sitting on his chair, head back, eyes closed, pants
pooled around his ankles, and hand wrapped firmly around his cock.
Or, at
least, his head had been back and his
eyes had been closed. Apparently, Russell was just as shocked at Ed
being there as Ed was of Russell being there, because his eyes went wide, his
mouth dropped slightly, and he simply stared for a second before letting go of
his cock and turning so that he could hide his lower body under the desk.
“What the
hell are you doing here?” Russell asked, his tone
threaded with surprise, anger, and embarrassment.
Ed
stepped inside, closed the door, then pointed at the
report laying on the corner of the desk.
“I came for my report...” he murmured, then shifted slightly. The sight of what Russell had been doing, the
slight smell in the air, the knowledge
that he’d just caught someone else in the act of getting themselves
off—especially in a place like this—well, it was definitely enough to set Ed’s
own hormones off.
Russell’s
eyes were on him like a scared and reactive animal. Slipping the book bag off his shoulder, Ed
set it down on one of the chairs, then moved over to
the desk.
“It’s
better with someone else...” Ed murmured.
Russell
looked away. “I don’t know what you’re
talking about...”
Ed’s
groin throbbed with the need of this, yet his mind was asking him what the hell
he was thinking. This was Russell!
He couldn’t just come on to him like this... But he was.
He’d never done anything sexual with anyone else besides his unknown
partner. What would it be like to know
who was at the other end of the shaft?
What would it be like to actually see
what he was doing to someone else? Would
it really make that much of a difference?
And besides, he’d already seen Russell wanking himself; they were already
in an awkward situation, so why not do something with it?
“Ever had
a blow job?” Ed asked, getting straight to the point. Sweet talk and hopping around the subject
wasn’t his style. Whenever he tried
being subtle, it just came out wrong.
Russell
glanced back at him and was silent for a moment as he studied Ed. Then he swallowed, licked his lips, and with
a voice full of desire, whispered, “No...
You offering...?”
Another
moment of still silence, then Ed nodded slightly. His heart was pounding nervously in his chest
and his breathing was becoming a little labored. His mind was screaming at him to stop this
madness because nothing good could really come out of it, but his body had a
firm hold on him and his base instincts won out.
Russell
turned the chair so that his lower body was visible again, and Ed moved over
and knelt before him. He rested his
hands on Russell’s legs and felt the small hairs press against his real
palm. The smell of musky testosterone seeped
into his nostrils and the sight of Russell’s erection filled his view.
He
studied it for a moment as it was the first penis beside his own—and, well, Al’s, but that didn’t count—that he’d
ever seen. He hadn’t even seen his
secret lover’s cock... It was so strange
to actually see it... In a way, he almost felt disoriented by
seeing as he got ready to do this. A
hand rested on his head and Ed felt himself calm a little at the touch. Seeing what he was doing and who he was doing... he wasn’t used to
that, but feeling things...
Russell’s
hand relayed just how eager he was for this as he pushed Ed’s head toward his
cock. Sticking out his tongue, Ed
dragged it along the underside of the shaft.
A small moan escaped from Russell, but nothing more, so Ed parted his
lips and took Russell’s cock into his mouth.
The cock
was smaller than what he was used to, and Ed found that he was able to take
more in than he normally could. He kept
his eyes open as long as he was able, but it just didn’t seem natural, so he
closed them. Without the distraction of
seeing Russell’s body, it seemed that his other senses kicked in with greater
clarity and he was able to focus on the other sensations; the feel of Russell’s
hand on his head, of his arm rubbing slightly against the inside of Russell’s
leg, the smell, the air temperature...
He could
feel the way Russell’s cock pulsed against his tongue and lips, and recognized
the signs of imminent ejaculation. A
moment later, that’s exactly what happened, and hot, salty-flavored cum filled
his mouth. Ed swallowed automatically,
and waited until it was obvious Russell was finished blowing his load before
pulling away.
Wiping
his mouth, Ed looked up and studied the almost shocked and horrified look on
Russell’s face. It was as if he was just
now realizing what they’d done. Russell
opened his mouth to say something, paused, then slightly pushed Ed’s head away,
stood, and pulled his pants up.
“I... I
have to go...” Ed stood slowly and
watched as Russell fumbled clumsily with his belt. “I...” Russell began, but trailed off. He finally got the belt fastened, then walked
quickly toward the door. Resting his
hand on the doorknob, Russell stopped and said, “This never happened... okay?”
“Sure...”
Ed murmured feeling a little embarrassed at how Russell was acting. When Russell got Ed’s affirmation, he
literally fled from the room.
With a
heavy sigh, Ed plopped down on Russell’s chair.
That had been an extremely disappointing experience... It wasn’t as if there had been any
expectations on Ed’s part, but he certainly hadn’t supposed Russell would
scurry off like a frightened dog.
Reaching
down, Ed fondled himself through his pants.
He was still hard... With a bland
feeling he couldn’t place, he undid his pants and pulled himself out. He touched himself with long, slow strokes as
he tried to forget what had just happened.
Sex was good for that... good for forgetting the dregs of what life
doled out...
Fuck Russell... Ed thought dully. Fuck
Mustang, fuck the military, fuck Al, fuck my whole
fucking life... There would be
problems tomorrow... He knew it, could feel it.
The only good thing about tomorrow would be meeting up with his secret
lover at the motel specified on the note...
Closing
his eyes, Ed continued the slow pace with his hand and when the climax came, it
wasn’t quick and sharp, but slow and building; a burning sensation in his groin
that washed over him like the feeling of water flowing on his skin. He opened one eye and glanced down at his wet
hand. Only, now it wasn’t water that was flowing onto him.
With a
sigh, he wiped his hand on the underside of Russell’s chair and on the carpet
before doing up his pants. Then,
grabbing the report, he stuck it in his bag before quickly leaving the office
and trying hard not to think about what tomorrow would bring.
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