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Disclaimer: I do not own FMA. This is why. -points to fic-
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“Edward,” Roy spoke smoothly, sliding from his seat to stroll over to his younger lover. Ed, for his part, froze in anticipation. The Flame only used that tone of voice when he really wanted “something.” That something being “Edward.” The Colonel grinned, coming to stand behind the blonde. “Let me get straight to the point,” he breathed softly into the younger alchemist’s ear, easily turning the Fullmetal about to face him.
Proceeding to steal Ed’s breath and coherency, Roy slanted his lips demandingly over the other’s, pressing his body against that of the younger alchemist. One hand moved to hold Ed’s neck in place so Roy could continue to kiss him thoroughly, the other skating down his spine to wrack the blonde’s entire body with sensuous shivers. When the latter hand reached the bottom of Ed’s back, Roy’s fingers softly but deftly played across some open skin between the end of the Fullmetal’s tanktop and the beginning of his pants.
Ed’s tremors increased from the treatment, causing him to move impossibly closer to the man against him and press their bodies together, hoping some of Roy’s stability would somehow transfer over to him. Both hands fisted in Roy’s military jacket for support, breaths escaping him in gasps once his lover finally, slowly, moved away. “What the hell, b*****d?” he panted, though for all intents and purposes, he looked like he had immensely enjoyed such a greeting despite his vocal aversion.
The Colonel especially noticed just how much the younger had to be enjoying himself. “Why, Fullmetal,” he near-chuckled. “I didn’t think you’d like it so much that you’d give me a standing ovation so soon.”
The blonde blushed, averting his eyes from Roy’s. “Knock it off, Roy,” he protested weakly. “This is your office. If we continue, we’ll have a very sticky situation to deal with afterwards.”
Roy shrugged. “As long as we don’t rush into things head-on and have a sloppy performance, then we should be fine.” His dark eyes glinting, he guided a now-willing Edward to his desk. “Besides, I’d hate to disappoint you when my little soldier is already standing at attention.”
Edward growled and smacked Roy on the shoulder before saying, “Awaiting orders, Colonel.”
The Flame narrowed his eyes devilishly. “Now, now, Edward. Don’t give me any lip. That’s not how you respond to your commanding officer.”
The Fullmetal’s eyes widened slightly before taking on a mocking appearance. “Oh? I thought you liked lip, Roy?” he taunted. And proceeded to show Roy exactly what he meant.
And as the afternoon flashed by, both Roy’s and Ed’s points were explicitly made.
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“That friggin’ Colonel one-upped me again,” Edward seethed in response to Al’s unspoken question.
Al shook his head. “Nii-san, what’s wrong? You act like you have a stick up your butt or something.”
Edward paused, looking deliberately over his shoulder at his younger brother. “…That would be Roy’s.”
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A/N: Almost every single spoken line is suggestive. Two friends told me that because of the high-level of innuendo, I’d better post this as a separate story (I had originally intended it to be part of my W.L. series).
-Kara
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