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Adult +
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903
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The Dance We Do
Title: The Dance We Do
Author: Saraste
Word Count: 532
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Roy Mustang, Edward Elric
Summary: They always fall back to it, but to what end, really?
Prompt: week # 32 rhythm at fma_fanfic_contest at LJ
Warnings: denial!fic
A/N: *blush* This is my first of writing these two in such a 'compromising situation'. Please forgive if I also kind of lost the thread of my plot, it sort of got away from me.
* * * * * *
I defile you in every action, even this.
We both gasp as our bodies gently rock together, harmony of movements, give and get, equivalent exchange. I receive as I take, never taking more than you give and you never giving more than I can handle, more than what I need and want. I thrust into you and you buck back eagerly, the sounds you make the sweetest things I have ever heard, even curses a sweet litany of love from your bruised lips.
Move by move we are closer to darkness, I my own, you a new one.
There is no going back for you now, my prodigal boy. I have taken what you gave away so willing, it is no more and cannot be claimed back. But you know. Know it'll never be regained. And you seem to not care. That sinful twist of your hips, the way metal grips my hip, you know. Know what I'm inside. And yet we do this. You let me and I don't refuse.
Even when you know I'm a monster inside.
This dance of nakedness, a beat of hearts, a flounder of limbs, cadence of our fornication makes me slip away. Sinking into your decadence, how did you learn to be so enticing? I dare not take my eyes away. I fear this is just a mirage, my heated daydream. That you don't really feel like this around me, that it is really my hand, not your young and tight body, squeezing me so snug and warm. So I look and pray it isn't a dream.
The boy you are is slipping into the background now. He's there less and less every single time. The fire still in your eyes, and that hollowness. The dreaded hollowness is consuming your soul more and more. And I am to blame, only me. No-one else. You knew it would come to this, didn't you? And yet you let me. Our hearts now beat with one same beat: lust.
We drown sorrow in the rhythm of our sex. In and out, in and out. A kiss, a battle of tongues, probing hands all over. A pattern of debauchery, of deprivation. We hide in the act. Need it's rhythm to lull us into slumber on nights when we can't sleep, we seek each other out. It is repetition in itself. Throw off clothes, kiss and cling, say the words we always say. 'Brat'. 'Bastard'. 'This doesn't mean anything'. 'Just do it already'. Repeat the words which really have no meaning.
It's become impossible to break this thing between us. As we kiss and grope, walk in old steps, dance the old dance, touch the familiar places, we fall into rhythm. Fall into what keeps us sane. Love, maybe? Need, most definitely. Need for just this body, no-one else will do. Just this fit, that feel of cold metal, sight of un-braided gold, pools of amber... Have just that pace, just the snugness. And we deceive each other another night, another fuck. To stave off the inevitable. To keep tomorrow just a gasp away, reality a mile apart. Just belong. Be infinite and together in this blessed whiteness of agony.
Author: Saraste
Word Count: 532
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Roy Mustang, Edward Elric
Summary: They always fall back to it, but to what end, really?
Prompt: week # 32 rhythm at fma_fanfic_contest at LJ
Warnings: denial!fic
A/N: *blush* This is my first of writing these two in such a 'compromising situation'. Please forgive if I also kind of lost the thread of my plot, it sort of got away from me.
* * * * * *
I defile you in every action, even this.
We both gasp as our bodies gently rock together, harmony of movements, give and get, equivalent exchange. I receive as I take, never taking more than you give and you never giving more than I can handle, more than what I need and want. I thrust into you and you buck back eagerly, the sounds you make the sweetest things I have ever heard, even curses a sweet litany of love from your bruised lips.
Move by move we are closer to darkness, I my own, you a new one.
There is no going back for you now, my prodigal boy. I have taken what you gave away so willing, it is no more and cannot be claimed back. But you know. Know it'll never be regained. And you seem to not care. That sinful twist of your hips, the way metal grips my hip, you know. Know what I'm inside. And yet we do this. You let me and I don't refuse.
Even when you know I'm a monster inside.
This dance of nakedness, a beat of hearts, a flounder of limbs, cadence of our fornication makes me slip away. Sinking into your decadence, how did you learn to be so enticing? I dare not take my eyes away. I fear this is just a mirage, my heated daydream. That you don't really feel like this around me, that it is really my hand, not your young and tight body, squeezing me so snug and warm. So I look and pray it isn't a dream.
The boy you are is slipping into the background now. He's there less and less every single time. The fire still in your eyes, and that hollowness. The dreaded hollowness is consuming your soul more and more. And I am to blame, only me. No-one else. You knew it would come to this, didn't you? And yet you let me. Our hearts now beat with one same beat: lust.
We drown sorrow in the rhythm of our sex. In and out, in and out. A kiss, a battle of tongues, probing hands all over. A pattern of debauchery, of deprivation. We hide in the act. Need it's rhythm to lull us into slumber on nights when we can't sleep, we seek each other out. It is repetition in itself. Throw off clothes, kiss and cling, say the words we always say. 'Brat'. 'Bastard'. 'This doesn't mean anything'. 'Just do it already'. Repeat the words which really have no meaning.
It's become impossible to break this thing between us. As we kiss and grope, walk in old steps, dance the old dance, touch the familiar places, we fall into rhythm. Fall into what keeps us sane. Love, maybe? Need, most definitely. Need for just this body, no-one else will do. Just this fit, that feel of cold metal, sight of un-braided gold, pools of amber... Have just that pace, just the snugness. And we deceive each other another night, another fuck. To stave off the inevitable. To keep tomorrow just a gasp away, reality a mile apart. Just belong. Be infinite and together in this blessed whiteness of agony.