The Mystries of Art
The Mystries of Art
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Disclaimer: I do not own, nor
make any money from this fic.
Written for the Yaoi con 2008
writing contest. It was marked on
the APA (?) system, and I got an overall, weighted mark of 3.6.
Mysteries of Art
“What are we doing here again?” asked Ed as he looked at the impressive
domed ceiling high above them. He turned
around in a full circle looking up at the painted cherubs and wicked imps
pounce and play with one another. It
baffled the mind that a work such as this was commissioned by the government to
be put in a public place. It reeked of
decadence and hidden messages. If only
Ed knew more about art he could probably figure just what this particular
painting was trying to tell the various people that walked under the dome every
day. Maybe he should look into that
more. He’d seen more then one hidden
message in all his days of wandering. He
wouldn’t put it past the military to make another one.
“We're here to help open the new exhibition on The Origins of
Alchemy. I told you three times already,
please pay attention,” snipped Roy, who was standing beside him in his full-dress
uniform, staring off towards the far wall with his arms crossed over his chest.
“What do you think that means?”
Ed pointed at the dome. “Those
kids with wings playing with those kids with horns?” asked Ed, ignoring
the roof intently.
“It's probably saying that kids can be sweet one moment and vicious the
next,” remarked
without looking at the ceiling.
“I think it has a deeper meaning.
It's too sinister. I'm going to
do some poking around and see if I can't drag something up,” announced Ed.
“You do that, Fullmetal. I'm sure
you'll make a fine conspiracy theorist, especially since you always jump to
conclusions when people mention anything you may think relates to your
stature.” Ed grunted indignantly, but
kept his mouth shut. He didn't want to
prove
point.
“Now if you're quite done, we're expected in the west wing,” said
Ed's left shoulder over his black suit jacket and steering him towards the far
wall and then the entrance into the museum proper.
“Wait, I'm not done. I
wanna see that corner over there,” whined Ed, pointing over his shoulder at the
dome, but Roy just tightened his grip; his thumb digging into the soft part
just under his collar bone where it met with his shoulder making him
wince. “
OWWW! Alright,
going already!” growled Ed, his voice echoing under the dome making people turn
and look at the pair.
away, moving back to clasp with the other at the small of his back.
points,” mumbled Ed petulantly, falling back to walk behind
“I'm eternally grateful that you did.
How else would I be able to compete with you otherwise,”
shoulder.
Ed sullenly thrust his hands into his dress pants pockets and followed
behind
looking around from under the fringe of his hair at all the items lining the
hall as they made their way to the west wing.
He'd never been here before. Was
it really so bad that he was getting interested in all this stuff?
“I don't see what the big deal is,” mumbled Ed as he passed a male
statue without his arms looking very comfortable without his
clothes. Ed's face got a little bit hot
as he noticed that everything seemed to be were it ought to be and in
the correct proportions. “Who cares
about where alchemy came from?
It's here now, ain't it?
wanted to look at the ceiling and maybe wander around.
“Ed, you're doing it again. I
don't care if you're going to talk to yourself at home or in the lab, but not
in public. People stare,” hissed
around, he snapped off a salute to a higher ranked officer moving past them,
away from the west wing, and then placed his hand back behind his back.
“I don't know what you're talking about!
Doing what? I don't do anything,”
grouched Ed, hunching his shoulders up near his ears.
“Aaand now you're pouting,” said
around, and Ed could hear the smile in his voice.
“Tch!” But
when he looked he did notice that his shoulders were awfully high, so he
forced them back down. Then he noticed
that his back was scrunched forward, so he stood a little straighter, making
his shoulders roll back, and the shoulder blades flattened out.
found that he was frowning—okay, scowling—and could only manage to get it to
down to a weak glare. But at least he
wasn't pouting anymore... Dammit!
“I don't pout, see?” said Ed once he was satisfied with his
adjustments.
slightly over his shoulder at him and raised an eyebrow.
knew he was right.
Ed shrugged his shoulder. There were
really too many things to look at to waste time arguing.
with the glass ceiling high overhead, they came upon a painting of a field of
flowers. It was massive, taking up
almost the whole height of the wall and stretching several lengths across.
painter couldn't focus very well, making the colors blend and bleed together to
only suggest the presence of flowers and grass.
But as Ed stared up at the canvas, he could almost feel the wind
that had to be moving through the field; he would even swear that he could
smell the sun warmed grass and flowers.
He actually walked backwards so that he could look at the painting just
a little bit longer.
Man, this art stuff was pretty potent.
He spun around and looked down the hall, but his gaze was drawn upwards
when he saw that
was giving him a strange look. “What?”
asked Ed without his normal ire.
“You like it here,” accused
with a frown.
“Yeah. Why's
that so hard to imagine?” asked Ed with a slight rising of his eyebrow.
“I can't believe you like art...” said
strange look in his eyes that was quickly masked.
turned around and continued down the hall.
Ed stopped dead and just blinked at
Was
turned on because he liked art? Ed
couldn't quite believe it. Just 'cause
he liked a painting... He blinked again
when he noticed that
had gotten away from him and he trotted quickly to catch up.
that he now minded—so this was perfect for a little pay back.
He never did say he didn't like art; it's just that he didn't
want to go to this ceremony. Alchemy
involved a lot of artistic talent. Not
that he could draw people or things, but circles and leaps of logic that helped
advance the science of Alchemy was like an art form in itself.
thought, even in passing, to the things someone could do outside of alchemy.
pursuit of knowledge and advancement of his own skills that he never thought
that there were people out there making productive use of their time with only
a brush and some oil paint. Sculpture,
painting, drawing, jewelry making, even architecture were considered art
forms. Art touched so many aspects of
daily life that Ed wondered just why it was that he hadn't paid more
attention to it before now.
So
liked him liking art, eh? The
possibilities...
Ed fell in beside
little hop-step to remain shoulder to shoulder.
Okay, his shoulder to
upper arm. But dammit, he had grown!
this... The world hated him that's all
there was to it. Fate hated him, destiny
hated him, and now his own father's heritage—being at least five feet, ten
inches—was denied to him. It just wasn't
fair. Fuck, Al was a giant—five feet, eleven
inches tall to be exact, and he only came in at five feet, five inches—how did
he get the fucking 'short' end of this deal?
With a nudge from
they turned into an adjoining room. Two
men, wearing white jackets and black pants, waited just inside.
handed over two red cards from his pocket and passed them to the nearest man.
about all that crap. He had to focus on getting
back at
dragging him here. There was a room full
of people just beyond and he knew that
liked to play games. So, he was going to
play one of his own; a game that made use of the fact that they were stuck here
for the evening. He was going to make
torture.
After a brief inspection of the cards they were waved through to the
already crowed reception room. Ed looked
around quickly and then hurried after
as he started to push his way through the crowd.
expensive liquor made Ed’s head reel. He
was a pretty simple guy and didn’t really like this sort of thing.
bodies, Ed’s gaze was drawn to a stone mural set against a deep brown wall and now
caught under lights angled to highlight the workmanship.
fresco, completely alien to what he associated with alchemy.
fact he got so caught up in it that he ran into
“Sorr—” said Ed, about to apologize; but he
looked past
and saw the man Roy was talking to give him a strange awestruck look.
“I'd like to introduce the Fullmetal Alchemist.
exhibit, Eugene Fraser,”
said amicably. “He's asked that we
attend to represent the National Alchemists at this function.”
Ed snorted slightly, not quite able to stop the knee jerk reaction to
the man's name. He almost pointed a
finger at him to tell him how stupid 'Eew-jean'
sounded, but Roy was quicker and placed a hand over the back of his neck and started
to squeeze the muscles there, making his snort of amusement into a gurgle of
pain. Not to be outdone by Roy, Ed very
successfully made his face blank and stepped forward with his hand out in
greeting despite the increasing pain.
“Very nice to finally meet with the famed Fullmetal Alchemist,” said
auto-mail hand enthusiastically.
“Y-yes, thank you for inviting us here.
And you can call me Edward, I'm not on the clock now,” said Ed with a
smile as the curator shook him with the force he used on his arm.
hand slipped away from his neck finally, but Ed still wouldn't show that it
hurt like a sonuvabitch.
They exchanged a few pleasantries before
thankfully, got called away, and Ed turned to throw a glare up at
nose at Ed.
“Well done, Edward.
large grin.
“Ugh, I'm not getting involved with your political machinations that you
try to get ahead with,” said Ed, slightly disgusted with
“Shall we make our way to the refreshment table?” suggested
raised as if to say that Ed didn't have a choice in the matter now that he was
found out. “I'm sure they'll have some
snacks that will keep you occupied for a while.”
Ed shrugged and followed behind
as he wove through the crowd again. It
was easier to let
fight his way through; and it wasn't 'cause he was fucking taller then him, it
was 'cause of the damn uniform. People
respected the uniform. Ed just looked
like everyone else in his suit and tie.
Admittedly his long hair set him apart somewhat, but not enough to make
people move.
It was as they were making their way towards the as yet unseen
refreshment table that Ed put his half formed game plan in effect.
to lose his composure that he was so famous for and he wanted to make
Ed used the press of the crowd to quickly grope
The effect was satisfyingly quick.
body towards him with a question on his lips and for the second time tonight,
Ed ploughed into
back. But Ed was expecting it to happen.
groped the front of
pants, giving it a quick squeeze with his left hand.
The best place to hide was in plain sight.
Ed wondered how well
could play politics with the hard on he'd just felt under the extra layers of
material he was lucky enough to be wearing tonight.
from
didn't. He stood and 'looked' sheepish
at the mishap, but he knew that
could see right through it.
“Oops,” offered Ed with a smirk he was sure would look familiar to
all the time from
around the immediate crowd and then down to Ed's upturned face.
strained, glancing around the guests.
and Ed saw him swallow hard.
Ed's grin got bigger at the way
was searching for words. Could he be
that flustered already? Ed lifted an
eyebrow at him in question.
him. Oh, the game was on...
With a tilt of his head, Ed silently told
to lead the way, but
just frowned at him. Then Ed smirked,
making
raise his eyebrow. Ed licked his lips
slowly, pulling in his bottom lip and letting it slide out wet.
exhaled and looked down at Ed's lips for a moment before looking back up into
Ed's eyes. Next, Ed folded his arms
across his chest, and through the material of his white dress shirt, started to
brush his nipples.
by, but he didn't do anything in retaliation.
Abruptly
turned away and started to make his way through the crowd, shocking Ed.
disappear from sight one moment and reappear the next
further away. Calling out was useless in
here since there was so much conversation going on around them, he wouldn't be
sure that Roy would hear him. Plus, he
didn't want to attract attention to them just in case
grope or two.
When Ed freed himself from the crowd, he was in
front of the refreshment table, but
was missing. He craned his neck and went
up on his tip toes, but couldn't spot the uniform or
the table and scooped up a glass of white wine and a piece of white
cheese—better make that three—before moving off to the side to lean against the
wall.
Why the hell would
time...but maybe he was shocked, and now that he'd thought about it,
mouth and followed that up with a swig from the wine glass.
aftertaste left him wishing he could get some something else to wash out his
mouth.
The benefits of being legal, he thought with a shrug.
vile, like this wine. He looked down
into the glass and frowned unhappily into its contents.
place the glass back on the table, but stopped.
“Edward...”
voice went straight to his groin making him shiver in desire.
turning his head, he could see that
was crouched over him with his mouth a mere breath away
from his earlobe. Immediately he was
wary and on guard.
some sort of retaliation.
Ed swallowed hard and then silently cursed himself for not being able to
hide it. “Yes?” he asked
breathlessly.
“Care to walk around and see the exhibits with me?” offered
look down his nose at him.
“Ah...sure,” agreed Ed. He held
out the glass as if to hand it to
but then he stepped towards the table and deposited it there.
on the small of his back, pushing him slightly to the first item of
interest.
That hand. It was now the only
thing Ed could focus on.
the first piece and launched into a speech about the designs painted around the
cracked vase. That
hand slid lower and lower until it finally dropped away after touching
the top of his buttock. Damn, that
simple touch had him on edge; his heart beating fast under his chest.
He found himself missing that hand and its warmth, so he leaned back,
entering
personal space. He could feel the brush
of fabric against his calf, and knew if he leaned back just a little more he'd
be resting on
chest too.
Ed nodded at something
saying into his ear, turning his head to 'hear' it better over the noise, but
really he was hoping that
breath would blow across his ear. As
against his hair, teasing him. Then
not before the tips of
fingers brushed along the inside of his left hand and down to his
fingertips. Ed sighed as the sensations
seemed to be amplified more then what it should be.
gentle touch long after it was over.
Again
hand was on his lower back, burning him through his jacket.
studied a glass encased lacquered box.
Ed knew he had to regain control of this somehow, but he wasn't sure he
could.
couldn't resist. He needed to
counterattack somehow. There was no way
he was going to go along with this without a fight.
Ed turned and pulled
down so that he could whisper into his ear.
As he hissed meaningless words into
flipped the lobe into his mouth for a quick suck, and was rewarded with a low
rumble. He pulled back to see
grabbing onto his arm.
this time. “Edward, you're a bad boy,”
he said huskily into Ed's ear making him shiver once more.
pulled away and looked around the crowd and then back.
Ed smirked up at
when he looked back down at him. Matched
and raised. Now it was a question of
what to do about it 'cause he needed some relief now, and he was sure
boat. “What are you going to do about
it...sir?” asked Ed coyly.
“I think some capital punishment is in order,” said
really got a kick outta how small he was in comparison to him.
what the hell. Ed nodded and then looked
around the crowded room, searching.
“Over this way,” said
gripping his upper arm tight and pulled him in towards his body.
towards the roped off second floor.
“I didn't know this place had two floors,” said Ed, looking up the dark
staircase.
“I found it before I met you at the refreshment table,” admitted
grin.
“Always planning ahead,” chuckled Ed, but he was glad of this one aspect
of
character. Then Ed sobered from his
mirth and wondered about getting caught.
All of a sudden he'd rather go back and eat more cheese.
sex in a place like this would cause.
There were, he figured, priceless pieces of work here.
fix something that delicate.
“Maybe we shouldn't. What if we
get caught?” Ed pulled on
threw a worried glance over his shoulder.
There were a lot of people here.
He'd be mortified if they were caught.
He'd never leave their room again.
“Oh, no! You're
not backing out of this, since you're the one who instigated this little
scenario,” said
pulling Ed up to the velvet rope with a jerk of his hand.
“I didn't think it through. I'll
make it up to you later, I swear,” promised Ed, resisting
shoulder. No one seemed to notice them
just yet, but he needed to get outta here before someone did notice
them.
He squirmed in
hold, wishing he’d never started this game.
An uncomfortable trickle of sweat rolled down his spine.
teasing
a place like this? He knew that
domineering and demanding. Why did he
instigate this knowing that? He was so
stupid sometimes.
“Not good enough, Edward,” said Roy in a low voice, grabbing hold of his
other arm and leaning down to look him in the eye.
midnight black eyes smoldered with sexual desire as they locked onto his.
sure going to try.
Ed brought his hands up and pushed on
well being of his poor little ass. “
I haven't done that in a while,” offered Ed.
“Oh, no...I want to ram my dick into your very fine tight ass in front
of all these priceless works of art. You
like art don't you? What would you do if
I pushed you up against one of those male statues?
ran the back of his fingers down from Ed’s temple to hook under his chin and turning
his head so that he had to look up the stairs at one such marble man.
sliding across your heated skin—”
“Oh shit,” panted Ed, eying the statue's chiseled physic.
words went straight to his groin like poured wax that hardens quickly.
fantasies about how that stone would feel when he was so hot from
that it would feel almost painful. That
in turn would make him hyper-sensitive to how
whispered into his ear. “I want you to
touch that statue's penis. I want to see
you fondle it and get hot for my touch, my dick.
know what's going on up here.”
Ed couldn't peel his eyes away from the statue, and now he was staring
at the thing's package. He fisted the
material of
but no he didn't want to be found out.
Why did
always do this to him? Ed panted with
his indecision as his hands began to roam up and down
He always had to make this about weird shit like this.
bed with no games or toys, and because of that kinkiness Ed was beginning to
think like that as well, not truly satisfied unless it had some role-playing or
some angle.
Looking away from the statue and up into
face, Ed swallowed when he was confronted with what was written on
in their thrall. They were so black and
reflective that Ed could see himself in their depths; his face flushed, his
needy hands pawing. Ed didn't think
anything he said now would dissuade him at all.
And he was quickly getting to the point where he didn’t want to.
“Ah, there you are, general,” a voice broke through the haze surrounding
them.
violently, pushed himself away and back-peddling out of
floor. He would have run away too, but
whoever had interrupted them was standing in front of them and he definitely
did not want to go up the stairs. Ed
could feel an embarrassed flush sweep across his face.
“They're about to do the opening address before opening up the rest of
the exhibit.” The newcomer’s voice said,
sounding just as suspicious as he ought to.
Ed would not look at the man, because he knew that his face would say
too much and he didn’t want to just advertise the fact that he and Roy were
together.
“Yes, I'll be right there. Thank
you,” said
verbally dismissing the man.
Ed heard the retreating steps and folded his arms across his body.
like that. Oh, he wanted to crawl into a
hole and never leave. Why the hell did
he start this? Wrong time, wrong place,
it was all just wrong! Stupid,
stupid…
“I'll be back.”
a slight squeeze before leaving him alone.
Looking through his bangs, Ed watched
people. He scanned the crowd quickly,
but no one was paying him any mind, letting him relax.
worry about being caught, he was still very horny.
erection into a better position, but not wanting anyone to see him groping himself.
“Dammit, dammit, dammit...” cursed Ed and spun around to face the
staircase. He quickly reached down and
gripped his dick, giving it a quick, unsatisfying squeeze, before moving it to
a more comfortable place. His legs were
shaky and weak. All he wanted to do was
find a quiet corner and get rid of his painfully hard erection, but...he was
expected to be handy for the ribbon cutting after
“Fuck!” cursed Ed again. He was
frustrated that his teasing had escalated so fast, he was horny as hell, he
wasn't in a position to do much about it, and he stuck here for at least
a few hours, if not more. With a quick
swipe though his bangs, Ed took a large breath of air and released it through
his nose.
Spinning on the ball of his foot, Ed made his way back through the press
of people, fighting his way towards the back of the room where he figured the
podium should be. As
he made his way though the crowd, someone's voice, amplified by the speakers
placed at the back of the room, drew everyone's attention.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
I'd like to welcome you to the opening of The Origins of Alchemy exhibit
that is being funded by the retired General Betherson.”
Polite clapping met this while Ed pushed his way to the foot of the
small raised stage where Eugene the curator was addressing the guests.
to look over to see a large man, with an even larger stomach, smile and beam at
the people around him. Ed grunted to
himself. That must be General
“Through his generous donations, we were able to travel to the remotest
areas of our land and beyond as we followed the clues and artifacts that we
present to you tonight.”
Ed glanced around the stage for
seeing him standing on the floor near the back corner of the platform.
girl whisper in his ear and nodding occasionally at whatever she was
saying. He didn't like the way that
woman seemed to twitter softly into the back of her hand, making
“I'd like to introduce the Flame Alchemist, Lieutenant General Roy
Mustang,” said
loudly into the microphone, sweeping his arm over to man in the corner.
capturing Ed's. To be acknowledged like
that while
was in 'public speaking mode' was a testament to how affected he was by Ed's
little game so far. It made his pulse
race because of it.
He hardly registered what was said after that since he was too busy
staring at
mouth as it moved. That damn mouth
always drove him crazy; whether it be from teasing him
verbally or licking his nipples or other…parts; he both hated and loved that
mouth.
“Fullmetal? Care to
cut the ribbon?”
asked, bending down to hand him a pair of gold plated scissors.
“Huh?” said Ed unintelligently, making no move to take hold of the
offered scissors. A few guests laughed
lightly at his hesitancy.
“Cut the ribbon, Ed,” said
a little softer, but no less an order.
commanded his attention. He could see
desire still burning within those dark depths as well as the need to dominate
him. With a surprised blink in
understanding, Ed took the scissors from
and stepped around the stage, moving towards the entrance to the new
exhibition.
turning him towards the waiting cameras that flashed brightly, making his
vision dim. It was as though his mind
was in a fog. His body moved and did the
things required of it, but he wasn't involved.
After the ribbon fluttered to the ground on either side of the arch way,
people began to move past him to view the rest of the artifacts.
“Are you alright?”
asked as he took up a position just behind his back, looking very concerned.
“Yeah,” answered Ed, his attention once again monopolized by those lips.
“Thinking about what I said earlier?” wondered
“Yeah,” said Ed again, not really hearing what
“You can put those down now,” said
pointing to his hand.
“Huh?” Ed looked down at his
right hand and saw the scissors still hooked around his fingers.
He quickly turned around and left the scissors on the edge of the
platform. He was about to turn back when
came up behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Ed,” said
in that drop dead, smooth as fucking silk, voice that always left him
weak-kneed.
“What?” he demanded, feeling a little bit of his control return to
“You look very...”
to see you out of those leather pants for a change—although those are very sexy
in their own right.”
“You're thinking dirty shit,” accused Ed, pressing his lips at
“And you're not?”
Ed just snorted. “How long do we
have to be here for?” he asked next, only wanting to go home and shag
“We're not leaving until I...”
paused and glanced quickly around them to see if anyone was listening or within
earshot. “Fuck that perfectly sculpted
ass in front of some ridiculously expensive piece of art,” finished
that no one would over hear him.
Ed's cock, which until now had calmed down somewhat, twitched to life
again. His eyes fluttered closed as the
rush of doing something illicit raced through his system.
need...” Ed opened his eyes and looked
up into
face, feeling the flush start on his face as he did so.
“I know what you need. You've
been wanting it ever since we left the house, haven't
you?” purred
This room had emptied, and Ed was feeling decidedly more comfortable
about having some public sex. “You don't
have to do anymore shit for this?” asked Ed, he didn't want to be interrupted
again, even if before he had wanted to be interrupted since he was so nervous.
“No, so meet me in ten at the top of those stairs,” said
Ed's front and then back up. He gave a
quick wink before strolling away with his hands clasped behind his back.
Well, Ed wasn't about to waste any time strolling around looking normal,
instead he covertly made his way over to the stairs, not that there were many
people around to see him head that way. Only
a few catering staff were left now and some straggling guests who had yet to
make their way into the next room. With
purposeful strides, Ed crossed the room, swung his leg over the velvet rope, to
take the stairs two at a time to stop at the landing.
Though he wasn't facing the statue behind him, he was very much aware of
its presence. If it was alive he would
have sworn that it was staring holes into his back; as it was now, it was like
an itch that he was trying to ignore. He
wanted to turn around, and run his hand down the front of this work of art—to
feel where the artist chipped away at the stone to make an image of a man.
to take over his mind, 'cause he even wanted to kiss the fucking thing.
With a snarl at himself, Ed forced his feet to climb the last flight of
stairs to the next floor. At the top he
looked around. A balcony wrapped around
the room below, with an arch way directly over its twin below.
two statues in either corner. Forgetting
momentarily about why he was here, Ed walked over to the first of many
paintings.
This one was a very stylized mountain landscape.
on the long canvas. It was winter, so
the artist had but one lone, bare tree in the foreground.
with bold, think lines, while the snow was painted with stark blues for the
snow in the shade with a pale blue to represent the snow in the sunshine.
like that flower one did so he moved onto the next painting in line.
He stopped in front of the next canvas and stared at a black woman in a
large hat sitting in the sun with a smile for the viewer.
moved down the line. He kept going,
moving from painting to painting, but none of them were as good as that flower
one he'd seen in the hallway. He was
very disappointed that he didn't like any of these.
When he got to the first corner and the statue there, he quickly looked
over his shoulder to make sure
wasn't watching him or anything, before reaching out a hand and placing it on
the naked male statue's chest. He again
looked behind him; feeling as though he was being watched, but he had a clear
view of the stairs and there was nowhere anyone could hide.
let his hand slide down the torso and rest on the hip.
looked anywhere but between those well muscled legs.
A loud, startling crash of glass below had Ed leaping away in fright,
blushing furiously. His heart bounded
underneath his rib cage, as he glanced over his shoulder...just to make
sure. He was still alone up here.
and clicked open the lid. What time did
he come up here anyway? Ten minutes were
up, weren't they?
With adrenaline still pumping through his system from the fright, Ed
stood over the banister and looked down at the floor below.
“If you stand too close, you might fall,”
enough to make him yelp and turn quickly.
“Hm, you're blushing. Did you
already get started?” asked
straightening up and pointing over his shoulder at the statue.
Ed didn't know if he should go pale or blush harder that
on, it must have pleased
because he began to grin evilly down at him.
As
stepped forward, Ed stepped back, unable to stop his feet from moving
away. When he ran into the banister, he shot
a quick look over the side and then back to watch
Ah,
was all in dominating mode. Ed shifted
to the side hoping to out maneuver Roy before he got caught, but Roy matched
him, then Ed went the other way, again Roy stopped him, his grin getting more
evil by the second. When
neck back in order to look up at
face. He shot another look down to the
floor below. When he looked back,
hands on either side of his hips.
“Ready for your capital punishment now?” asked
that he'd done nothing wrong, but
leaned in and thrust his tongue into his mouth, stealing his breath away with
the raw passion of the kiss.
Ed reached up and held onto
uniform jacket, trying to keep up under the onslaught.
tongue pushed—thrust and ruled Ed's mouth—accepting nothing less then total
submission which Ed gave up unwillingly.
He tried to push
off, and failing that, he leaned away, bending over the railing to try and
break the kiss. The more he leaned back
the further Roy went to follow him until the only reason he wasn't falling to
the floor below was because Roy had his hips pinned between the banister and
his body.
“Mphf!”
When that didn't seem to get
attention Ed pinched, hard, at the soft underside of the man's arm, and for
extra measure he gave that bit of flesh a twist.
Just like that he was released as
hissed at him. It was a bit too sudden,
and now there wasn't really anything holding him up.
to grip at the banister and pull himself back.
“That's for earlier,” said Ed, pushing his hair out of his face and
wiping the sweat from the scare.
and rubbing his arm briskly.
“You...”
his arm, pulling him away from the railing.
He was pushed towards the statue and before he knew it, his suit jacket
was pulled off and twisted around his hands into an effective binding.
me, Edward. You tease me,
It's unforgivable,”
said into his ear.
He could feel
step closer and press his pelvis and chest to his back.
and pulling his tie loose. “Eh,
“Now's not the time for thinking Ed.
Don't you see what's in front of you?
See that statue's nipples?
Just like you are, aren't you?” asked
shirt, past his belt to cup his budging groin.
Ed shifted, pressing his groin into
before him.
and began to slide through its length.
“Lick it,” commanded
giving Ed's rocking groin a squeeze and then stepping away.
“Huh?” Ed looked over his
shoulder, wondering what
meant.
“Lick that statue's nipples,” said
leaning up against the railing and folding his arms across his chest, looking
expectantly at Ed.
Ed let his jacket fall to the floor at his feet and pulled the tie off
his neck, and dropped it.
his every move intently. Ed
swallowed. He never really did get the
hang of showing off for
him to do just that. Rolling his eyes
down from
face, he directed his gaze at the statue, and took a hesitant step
forwards.
“Better make it good,”
suddenly whispered from behind him.
Ed swallowed again, his eyes never leaving the statue's face, and
nodded. With his left hand, he reached
out to cup the man's stone cheek. The
white stone was cool to the touch, and rough under his fingers.
smooth. He stroked the cheek once more,
letting the texture become familiar, and then slid his hand down to brush
across its parted lips.
His heart began to thud heavily, and his hand moved over the chin and
down to the hollow of the statue's neck, where he rubbed across the hollow
between its collar bones. He took a step
forward so that he was able to touch it without having to reach.
pectoral muscles and over to one of the hard nipples.
his weight. He felt sort of silly for
what he was about to do, but
gaze egged him on.
Licking his bottom lip, Ed leaned in and tasted the stone nub, making
stomach before him, rubbing in small circles.
He could hear the metal of his hand scrape across the stone through his
glove. With a quick glance over his
shoulder, Ed dropped that hand down to the statue's groin.
He watched intently as
eyes followed his hand down, lingering there before lazily sliding back up to
meet his gaze. Ed just barely held in
his moan at the look
was giving him.
almost spot the very instant that
decided to resume his active role in the activities.
himself. He must really want to see him
be perverted with this statue.
Knowing that
was so affected by his actions; it made his ass clench and unclench, and his
dick twitch in his pants. It was that
look alone that made him fully hard, wet, and straining.
and moved in front of the statue, blocking
his tongue down to its belly button. He
dropped to one knee, his hands on the outside, resting on its thighs.
He looked back again, and saw
had uncrossed his arms and was gripping the railing, leaning forward
slightly. Turning back to the prize in
front of him, he angled his head and pushed his tongue out, dragging it from
the tip of the relaxed penis, up to its groin.
This time he did groan, low and throaty.
He wanted to do this to
and have smooth skin over rough stone in his mouth.
His groin pulsed in his pants, and he answered it by clenching tight
with his ass. He reached down with his
left hand and rubbed the front of his pants, moaning again, louder this time.
he couldn't stop. It felt too damn good
to stop now. He closed his mouth around
the head of the statue's penis and fumbled with his pants, trying to release
the pressure.
“Enough,” growled
pulling his hand off his groin. Ed
whimpered at the loss and leaned back, releasing the statue from his mouth.
behind him and pulled him back to rest on his chest.
hands slipped into and under his open dress shirt, moving up and down his flat
chest and pulling at his hard nipples.
Ed arched into his hands, and gasped.
“Touch me, or let me touch me, I'm so fucking hard.
Roy's ass with one hand and reach up to hook around his neck with the
other. His pelvis thrust into the empty
air, making him sob for friction.
him, which he didn't think was possible, or he was ignoring him because he
didn't go anywhere near his groin. Those
impossibly hot hands eased his shirt out of his pants so that the tails hung
down along his thighs. Ed pulled at
dipped his head down and began to ravish the side of his neck.
licked and sucked, bit and soothed, driving Ed mad with want.
He wanted to turn around and undress
from his lengths of blue cloth, but
held him between his legs.
upward, over his shoulders and hooked under his shirt, letting it drop down his
arms to the elbows.
“Now that's a work of art,” whispered
leaned back in.
muscles and pushed his way down his stomach to slide the tips of his
fingers under the waist band of Ed's pants.
Ed watched that hand very intently.
hand more room to slide further down his pants, if that was what it hopefully
was going to do. That hand moved across
his lower stomach, neither advancing nor retreating; but, instead, it raked
through the edge of his pubic hair, brushing his tip as it passed.
and desire.
Squirming in
back of his head into
shoulder. Dropping his hand from around
his neck, Ed gripped
wrist and tried to get it to go deeper into his pants causing a brief
struggle. There seemed to be a bit of
confusion, because
hand didn't go where Ed wanted it to, but pulled away instead.
turning slightly to look over his shoulder and look him in the eye.
“What? What is it?
him.
worked his hand free of his grip and made him sit up, away from
down at him from his new height and smirked.
Ed swallowed. His shirt was
pooling at his wrists and he pulled at it, about to replace it over his
shoulders, because
had a very strange look on his face that was starting to make him remember
himself, and where he was.
“Don't,” warned
in a low voice, making Ed pause. “Leave
it. Undo your belt,” he commanded.
Ed let out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding and let his
shirt slide back down around his wrists.
With his gaze glued to
face, he trailed his left hand across his bared stomach, fingered his belly
button for a moment and the dropped his hand to the buckle of his dress
belt. Pulling apart the belt, he let the
ends hang open, and let his hand rest on the button of his pants.
waiting.
Ed flicked open the button and drew the zipper down slowly, he closed
his eyes as each tooth of his zipper released, it sent
vibrations to his cock. It was torture
of the sweetest kind, for he was doing it to himself.
grabbed his arms then and pulled him quickly to his feet, spun him around and
pushed him towards the banister. Before
Ed could even squawk,
hand was folding around his dick and squeezing it in the most wonderful,
agonizing way. Bracing himself on the
banister, Ed leaned back into
ground his ass over
clothed erection, causing the man to moan somewhat loudly behind him.
something to grip that wasn't there yet.
“Does your little asshole want something,” taunted
now bare bottom over
uniform. Ed was pulled away for a
moment, and then as if by magic,
wet fingers were rubbing his hole teasingly.
“Aahh.
press back onto his fingertips. The
first knuckle pushed past the first ring of muscle.
fast, and before
could react; one finger was all the way in his ass.
onto the top of his hands, panting heavily.
“Greedy little thing aren't you,” said
ear. Ed shuddered again, but couldn't
find it in him to fight against the insults to his stature.
“I can hardly...this may hurt, but I can’t hold back…with you looking so
lost like that,” hissed
over the shell of his ear. The finger
was removed, and Ed sobbed at his loss.
Roy shifted behind him and then he felt the head of Roy's wet cock press
into the divot of his ass, teasingly pressing forward, torturing them both for
a few tense moments, and then Roy surged forward.
within Ed's unprepared body.
Throwing back his head, and arching his spine, Ed groaned his
discomfort, and excitement towards the ceiling.
He could just hear
over his own, and then
hand began to rub his lower back, while the other one snaked around his front
to fondle his flagging erection.
Ed let his head fall back to his hands and watched
hand on his dick, while he clenched his ass around
The burn...it was so painful, but welcomed as well.
things, things that always left him screaming, and limp later on.
intrusion, and eased up on his strangle hold.
“Can I move?” asked
teeth, barely holding back as he waited for Ed to loosen up.
did a lazy roll of his hips, as if he was trying to make more room for himself,
and impart on Ed the importance of his request.
Ed took a deep breath, and then released it.
banister, pulling
from his body, and then pushed back. The
hand on his dick found its way to his hip, along with
repeated the slow stroke, using his hold on his hips to control the speed.
“Oh, yeah...” panted Ed, lifting his head from his hands to look over
his shoulder. Still fully clothed except
for the open fly to his pants and the long tunic jacket pushed out of the way,
back to the ceiling. A quick shifting of
choke.
“Ah...more, do that more,” growled Ed, and
thrust backwards.
creating a slow, steady rhythm.
Ed hated to go slow. It always
took so long. When he traveled, he took
the quickest route; if he had to walk, he'd rather run, if he could con someone
to give him a ride he would.
every single time, he went slow when they were having
sex. It drove Ed mad, made him thrash
and yell, but
would continue to breakdown his resistance until he was a goobering
pile of incoherent want.
dick and then did nothing. Ed gasped and
looked over his shoulder, shaking in
hold on his hips. “Wha'
are ya doing?
Don't stop,” whined Ed, quivering to push back, but
teased his entrance with the head of his penis, rubbing it up and down, and
letting it slide a few centimeters in before letting it flop out again.
Dammit!
being this hard. He was going to burst
and
fucking drawing this out. His eyes
rolled back as
let the head breach his ring of muscle.
His legs began to shake with the strain to hold himself still.
“I feel like we're wasting this,”
said into his ear. Ed could feel
him even more, while the fabric of his uniform rubbed across his back.
“Then you should go faster,” Ed shot back, his legs wobbled
dangerously.
mouth.
himself out of and spun him around so fast his feet couldn't keep up while his
pants were around his ankles like that.
He was pushed back at the statue where his bare back knocked into the
statue's chest. Ed flung his arms out to
the side and grabbed onto one of the statue's arms and another braced on its
thigh.
“Ed, you like to go fast don't you?”
composure. Ed looked at
open pants with his tunic was pulled aside.
Ed grunted a response. “Ed...”
distance between them quickly, and griped Ed arousal tight around the base.
after all.
squeeze, then bent down to undo the laces on one of his shoes, pulling it off
as well as his pant leg.
Ed against the statue. His hands ran
down his back and cupped his bum, lifting him up so that Ed had to wrap his
legs around
waist. He could feel
erection pressing against his left butt cheek before
along the valley between his ass.
Ed gripped the statue in order to push down as
just groaned. Then
and ear and he was moving again, faster this time, and hell!
only moments before.
Ed could only hold on as he literally bounced up and down from
making him inch even closer to the edge.
“Aahh...Roy, please...I can't...”
“Not yet, not yet,” panted
into his ear, tugging his earlobe as he spoke.
then, thrusting in his tongue to touch every inch of the inside of his
mouth. Ed moaned, pleading for the
release that was so close now, it was just there, and if he could just relax
and let it happen...
erratic now, signaling to Ed that he had to be close.
“Mmm,
please!” begged Ed, pulling away from
“You’re...gripping so tight...” panted
growled at him and shifted Ed so that he could cover his mouth again and rule.
Releasing his hold on the statue behind him, Ed wrapped his arms around
close. The friction between their bodies
gave him the simulation he wanted for his forgotten arousal.
hear little else. Their tongues slid
against each other until they had to break apart to pant.
Ed could feel his pleasure building to a head.
groaned near his ear, and the pace became erratic.
“Ah...more! Just a
little bit...deeper,” panted Ed, his eyes squeezing shut.
shoved himself deep into his body, once, twice, and then he was
erection, drawing a guttural groan from the older man.
Ed panted once, and then held his breath as his ass twitched around
penis. He took a
unsteady breath, and then went boneless in
complaint.
“You're too heavy for me to carry you, Ed,” whined
He slowly turned them around until
back was to the statue, and then he lowered them to the floor.
“Ah, you're moving inside me,” gasped Ed when
man. He was going to be tender down
there for a while.
nuzzling at his neck and ear. He
squirmed. His cum was getting smeared
between them, and it was sticky and gross.
He hated that, and
knew it. The bastard...
“That was really hot, love. Thank
you,” murmured
against the side of his head.
“What are you thanking me for?” grumbled Ed.
flat-footed, and at a loss. He never
knew how to respond to
when he called him pet names like that. Ed
sighed again, feeling totally relaxed. It
was insidiously easy right now to let himself drift
off to sleep, but the sounds of conversation and clinking glassware coming from
below told him to abandon that idea. At
least until they made it back home.
Rousing himself from
shoulder, he looked down at his lover’s relaxed face.
cracked open one eye and looked up at him questioningly.
eyebrow.
assaulted with
limp penis.
“I don't think we need to leave just yet.
two,” said
with a grin, and then weakly thrust his hips upwards.
His eyes wanted to roll back into his head—and they did—but he wasn't
about to let
get away with that. The only warning
glance, and then Ed's abused asshole clamped down.
for now, he had to get all thoughts of 'round two' out of
found out, because he was pretty sure that he had been
loud enough for anyone down below to hear him.
He let
as
lift his hips up off of him. When he
finally decided to have mercy on his lover, Ed relaxed the muscles in his
backside. He pushed on
“Now look what you did, jerk! I'm
a mess” groused Ed, looking down at his legs.
What the hell could he use to clean this up?
“Yeah...” said
in a dreamy voice. Ed
began to wipe the mess off.
“I'm pretty sure I heard it coming from up here,” a male voice loudly
carried over the chatter from below. Ed
froze. So they had been heard!
“Shit!
up over the mess and fastened the button.
He ignored the zipper and went to work on his shirt and all those damn
tiny buttons. “Fuck!
I need help—you're not getting up! Get
up, you lazy bastard!” Ed kicked
saw that his lover was still sitting on the floor, looking for
lot longer.
“I'm not sure we're allowed up here,” said a softer male voice
uncertainly. It sounded like it was near
the staircase.
on the floor and being thoroughly uncooperative; he still hadn't
moved! Snorting his annoyance, Ed
kneeled down on one knee beside
hip, and yanked up his pants. As he
fastened
“Come'on bastard.
the end of the balcony, and even though
was being heavy and uncooperative, Ed was able to heave him to his feet.
“You're so strong, Edward,” said
wrapping his arm around Ed's shoulders.
“Lazy bastard,” grumbled Ed. The
foot steps seemed to be coming a lot closer now.
into the next room before whoever was coming up saw them.
The balcony didn't wrap all the way around the room below.
Ed shoved
towards the end of the balcony, and hurried after him.
the wall around them hiding them from sight.
He could only hope that whoever was coming up those stairs didn't see
what he did.
they huddled in Ed's hastily erected hiding spot while Ed hissed at him to
stop. The curious male voices came
closer towards them and then faded, but Ed could care less about that at the
moment, because he was having a silent battle with
tongue, and totally enjoying how wonderful