Lot no. 37 (Mustang and Mistletoe) Part 3

by Granate, 2006


Disclaimer: Don't own, not making any money!

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The Ball died down around one in the morning.  The young single people left to go to after-parties, young couples had to get home to relieve baby-sitters, and older couples were just plain tuckered out.  Roy hadn't seen Ed since the fireworks, but he'd seen Al leave with Sheska, Fury, Breda, Luisa and others so Ed must have been with them.  Roy helped Julianna collect her things and found their limo.  She leaned on him all the way home, on the verge of falling asleep.  He walked her to the door and made sure she got into her house safely.  

"Thank you, Roy, I had a wonderful time," she said.  "I was more down about my fiancée leaving than I admitted, but you made New Year's Eve very special."

She kissed his cheek and they said goodnight.  The limo dropped Roy at his house and he thanked the driver and tipped him generously for giving up his New Year's Eve.  Roy strode up his front walk.  He was feeling the alcohol just a little bit but not enough to miss the strip of dim light between his living room drapes.  He had left the drapes open and the lights off when he left.  

An adrenaline rush sobered him right up.  He carefully approached the front door.  If someone sinister was waiting for him, why would they have the lights on?  Whoever it was had to be pretty damn bold.  He wondered if they had heard the limo on the street or if he could still get the drop on them.  He silently pulled a glove out of his coat and slipped it on.  The door did not look damaged at all, it couldn't have been forced open.  He tried the knob and found it was locked from the inside.  The deadbolt was in place as well.  Was it alchemy?  Or had they entered through a window?

"It's just me," a voice said, familiar even when muffled through the door.  Ed?  What was Ed doing at his house?  Roy heard the shoonk of the deadbolt being thrown back.  He tried the knob again and pushed the door open.  Ed was no longer in the front hall when he entered.  

"Ed?" he called.  He closed and locked the door behind him.

"In here," Ed said from the living room.

Roy removed his glove and tucked it back into his coat pocket as he moved into the living room.  Ed was sitting in the leather arm chair next to the lit fireplace.  There were no lamps on, it was the firelight he'd seen through the drapes.  The younger alchemist still wore his tuxedo and had his hair slicked back in the ponytail.

"What are you doing here?" Roy asked curiously as he leaned his shoulder on a bookshelf.  It was very late; it was more typical for Ed to be home with Alphonse for the night by now.

"What do you think?" Ed asked with a smile.

Roy's eyebrows rose slightly as he remembered his promise.  "Now?" he asked, amused.  Ed did have a way of catching him off guard, not that he would admit it.

"Come in here," Ed invited simply.  Roy did so, curious about what Ed was planning.  He unwound his scarf from his neck and started to unbutton his overcoat as he moved into the room.

"No, don't take anything off, just come in here, stand in front of the fire there," Ed said cryptically.

Roy pulled his scarf back around his neck and stood where Ed requested, facing the chair.  If Ed was so intent on just looking at him, then he would oblige.

Ed got up and came over to him.  He wrapped his gloved hands around the silk scarf and pulled gently.  "Kiss me," he said and Roy did so eagerly.  It felt good to kiss Ed.  His face was warm next to Roy's, since Ed had been in here with the fire and Roy had been out in the cold.  Ed's lips and tongue just lazily explored Roy's mouth.  There was no hurry there, no anger about the night at all.  Roy hummed and licked his lips when Ed finally pulled away.

The young man pulled his scarf off and Roy reached for the buttons of his coat again.  Ed stopped him.  "Hands down," he said quietly and Roy let his hands fall to his sides.  He was intrigued by this calm, patient Edward.  There was no challenge here, none of Ed's usual tempestuous energy.  He liked all that, he relished it honestly, but this was a new side and he wanted to see where Ed would take them.  And if Ed wanted to start by undressing him, then by all means, he would have no complaint.  

The scarf was tossed on a table and Ed deftly unbuttoned his coat before helping him out of it.  "Stay there," Ed said lightly as he disappeared into the hall to hang it up in the closet.  Ed returned and stood in front of Roy, looking him up and down.

"This looks really nice," Ed said, running gloved fingertips down Roy's lapel.  "Did she pick it for you?"

"No, she just picked formalwear over the dress uniform," the Colonel answered.

"Did you rent it?"

"No, I bought it new.  My sister is a fashion designer and owns a shop downtown.  She made it just for me," Roy divulged.

"Oh, is that where all your fancy clothes come from?" Ed asked, blinking as if some puzzle pieces had just fallen into place.

Roy's lips curled into a little smile.  "That's right," he said.  "Everyone thinks I have great style, but I don't.  What I really have is great help.  That's my big secret."

Ed moved back a few steps and looked at him closely.  "Well, she really knows what she's doing," he said approvingly.  Ed removed his gloves before coming closer again.  "What's this thing?" he asked, touching the silken tie at Roy's throat.  "It's not a normal bowtie like mine."

"It's called an ascot," Roy answered.  Ed nodded as he fiddled with the pin that held the tie in place.

"Is that your flame array?" Ed asked when he got a better look at the pin.

"Check out the cufflinks," Roy grinned.

Ed glanced at his face and then lifted one of his hands to see the matching cufflinks.  

"They look like normal jewelry, but all you'd need is a spark and you could do your alchemy anywhere you wanted with these," Ed surmised.  "Why, with all the candles burning in that hall, you'd have had no problem."

"You can never be too careful," Roy said by way of explanation.  

Ed kissed him again, harder this time, fingers digging into stiff black lapels, and then tore himself away breathlessly.  "It's kind of sick that you being a paranoid genius makes me horny," he groused, sounding annoyed as he smoothed out Roy's suit coat again.  Roy laughed, shoulders shaking.

The calm then returned to Ed and he touched the top button of the formal jacket.  He pushed the button through the hole and then released the other two as well.  He eased the coat off Roy's shoulders and hung it over the back of a chair.  

"A full vest," he noted, turning back to the man.

"Of course," Roy sniffed.  The vest was patterned and buttoned high, to the middle of his sternum.  There was a tie in the back that tightened it to hug Roy's very trim waist.  Ed ran his hands down Roy's brocaded chest before gently tugging the ascot out from where it was tucked into the vest.  He unpinned the flame array fastener and slipped that into Roy's vest pocket.  He then untied the silk tie and opened the button that held Roy's shirt collar closed.  He unbuttoned the second button as well, loosening the collar.  His fingers lingered over the notch at the base of the man's throat.  

Roy swallowed.  There was something so unexpected and sexy about Ed tonight, the way Ed was touching him and building a feeling of anticipation.  It was highly unusual to get outright compliments from Edward Elric.  All the slow, sensual touching made him want to throw Ed on the floor and rip both of their clothes off, but he was more than willing to go at Ed's pace.  

The vest was slowly unbuttoned and joined the coat on the chair, leaving Roy in white suspenders, untied ascot, open white shirt, black tux pants, socks, and shiny black shoes.

"Oh, you still have your shoes on," Ed noted.  "You can take those off.  Socks too."

Roy bent and did as instructed, and pushed both items out of their way.  As soon as he stood up again, Ed unbuttoned his suspenders from inside the waist of his pants.  The pants were well-tailored and did not fall when the suspenders were removed.  They were really more of a convention for formalwear than a necessity.  Ed flipped Roy's collar up and took the ascot off, tucking it into his own breast pocket.  He lifted Roy's hands one after another, unfastening the array cufflinks.  He then started on the tiny buttons of the white shirt, contentedly baring more of the man's chest and stomach.  

Roy was not used to anyone taking such time over him.  When he was with a lady, it was him doing the careful undressing.  Lately with Ed, they couldn't tear their clothes off fast enough.  He bent his head down and whispered, "Please kiss me."

"First tell me," Ed said, dodging only as much as he had to.  Roy's lips brush his temple.  "Were you really shy once?"

Roy smiled wanly.  "You still don't believe me?" he asked.

"I want to hear you tell me," Ed urged.

The man took a deep breath before indulging him.  "I was a late-bloomer," Roy confided.  "I was smart in school, which is as much of a curse as it is a blessing.  I was short and skinny, and not coordinated when it came to athletics.  I liked to study, I liked alchemy, and naturally, girls ignored me," he chuckled.  

Ed could tell it was not a painful memory to Roy.  It was simply a part of his life, a piece of his past that had blended together with the rest and somehow shaped him into who he was today.  "But that changed, didn't it?" Ed said.

Roy nodded, watching Ed's fingers work.  "I finally did grow up and girls started to notice me, but I didn't know what to do with them or how to act around them, so I avoided them.  I had girlfriends here and there, but I was awkward around them, too, most of the time.  I was too busy studying for the State Alchemist exam, anyway," he said genially.

"So what changed?" Ed asked

"When I got into the military, I quickly realized that one couldn't get anywhere without confidence.  I had a lot of confidence in my alchemy, and that carried me pretty far.  The rest I just faked until, eventually, I didn't have to fake it.  Your self-confidence will inevitably take blows, but you build yourself back up.  You move on, do good things, keep going.  Self-confidence is as much a habit as it is a reality."

"Only you would say something like that," Ed snorted, though he knew the truth in those words.  Roy held his arms back so that Ed could pull the shirt over his shoulders and off his arms.  Ed moved away to hang it over the chair with the rest of the discarded clothing.  

He turned back to his project, very much appreciating all he'd accomplished thus far.  It was absurd that a man barefoot in just a pair of pants could be such a truly a gorgeous sight, but this was Roy Mustang.  As much as Ed teased him about his age, he was clearly in his prime.  Ed swallowed and realized that Roy was staring back at him.  His dark eyes smoldered, but otherwise his face looked patient, certainly not betraying any of the urgency that the growing tent in his black tux pants did.  He looked maddeningly self-assured, and with his hair still slicked back, somehow sophisticated despite the lack of clothes.  Ed still couldn't quite reconcile it with what he knew about Roy as a younger man.

"Oh, and I can cook.  Cooking is a huge bonus with women," Roy added smugly, breaking into his thoughts.

Ed cleared his throat.  "Really?  You cook well?"

"Six weeks I've been seeing you and I've never fed you?" Roy asked.

"Rather negligent of you, I'd say," Ed commented, though he knew it was probably due to his own haste that he never stuck around long enough to be fed.  He'd never even stayed an entire night with Roy before.

"Indeed," Roy agreed, eyes burning as bright as the flames he created so effortlessly.  "Will I get to make you breakfast tomorrow?" he asked.

"You'd better," Ed demanded as he moved closer so that he could run his palms over the man's chest.  Even to his automail hand, Roy's skin felt good - warm and smooth.  Roy stood still with his arms at his sides, but his body still radiated heat and energy.  Ed's heart raced when he reached for the button on Roy's pants, and he felt silly for it.  He'd seen Roy naked so many times now, there was no reason to get so excited about it.  He swallowed.  The bulge in Roy's pants seemed bigger than ever.  Ed covered the hard lump with his palm, pressing and rubbing slightly when Roy seemed reluctant to move against it.  "Feel good?" Ed asked to encourage him to admit it.

"Oh yeah," Roy breathed out, giving him what he wanted to hear without contest.

Ed removed his hand and began to unbutton the pants.  He went slowly with the buttons, not wanting this feeling to end too soon.  He tried to keep Roy in a state of anticipation, too, keeping his touch light and avoiding direct contact.  He let the tux pants drop and Roy stepped out of them.  Ed picked up the pants and then just kind of stared.  He'd never seen Roy wear underwear like these before.  They were the boxerbrief style and black, too.

"Can't have unsightly lines under such nice tuxedo pants," Roy spoke up and Ed could have sworn he was blushing a little.

"Your sister picked your underwear, too?" Ed asked.

"Suggested them, not picked them," Roy was quick to say.  

They looked so goddamned good, Ed didn't give a shit whose idea it was.  He was torn between ripping them off and admiring them some more.  He explored them with his hands a little and then remembered that the goal was to get Roy naked, so he slipped them down.  They fell to the floor and Roy kicked them out of the way.

Roy looked so good that Ed almost forgot to give orders.  Roy was basking in the way Ed was looking at him.  It was rare for Ed to be so obviously appreciative.  He could definitely get used to this.

"Just one more thing…" Ed muttered and reached up to muss Roy's hair.  He shook his hand through it until it fell in his face the way it normally did.  "There.  Perfect," Ed decided.  "Now undress me."

Roy smiled.  He liked this game so far.  He was going to do it just as slowly as Edward had - even slower, maybe.  He started with the buttons on Ed's jacket.

"My sources tell me I have some competition for the title of Sexiest State Alchemist now," Roy mused as he slid the jacket off Ed's shoulders.

"Oh?" Ed asked, not really paying attention.  He had all of Roy's naked body to look at, which made it kind of hard to listen to what he was saying.  He watched Roy move to hang the jacket.  Sometimes they went so fast when they were together.  Roy was very busy and Ed didn't like to leave Al alone for too long.  They rarely got to take time like this.  

Roy hummed as he expertly untied Ed's bowtie and slipped it through his collar.  "A certain blond," he said conversationally.

"Who's that?" Ed asked, still only half listening.  If he had been paying more attention, he might have been concerned that Roy meant Armstrong.

"The one and only Fullmetal Alchemist," the Colonel reported with a grin as he twirled the bowtie.

"Me?" Ed asked, his attention finally torn from Roy's body.

Roy unbuttoned his collar, saying, "I wasn't the only one who noticed you tonight.  We get used to always thinking about the people we know in one way, and it's always a surprise to see them in a different element.  The Officer's Ball is good for that."

"Like Hawkeye," Ed said, trying to change to subject from himself.  "Looked like she was getting more attention than she knew what to do with!"

"Yes, her dress was much too tight to accommodate any side-arms, so the men were less frightened to approach her," Roy snorted as he deftly unbuttoned Ed's shirt.  "But that's exactly what I mean.  Tonight, everyone saw a very grown-up Edward Elric and they were impressed."

"Don't act like a proud father, it's creepy," Ed complained.

Roy laughed.  "Let me assure you that I feel a lot of things about you, but 'fatherly' definitely isn't one of them," he said and tugged Ed's shirt so Ed fell forward into a kiss.  He wound his arms around Ed's waist and unhooked the cummerbund, removing it when Ed pulled out of the kiss.  "I leave the 'proud father' bit to Hughes," Roy said smugly.

"Yeah, I asked him to help me get a tuxedo and I thought he was going to cry!" Ed laughed.

It was comfortably quiet for a moment as Roy untucked Ed's shirt and finished unbuttoning it.  He opened the shirt and smoothed his hands over Ed's muscled torso.  "I didn't expect you here tonight," he said, "I assumed you went with your brother and the other young people to one of the after parties."

"My brother went to an after party?" Ed asked, gold eyes going wide.

"Yes, you didn't know?"

"No!  I left right after the fireworks and came here!  I thought he was just going to go home!" Ed exclaimed, clearly starting to get upset.

"Relax, Ed," Roy said calmly.  "He left with our friends, they'll make sure he's ok.  Besides, the way I saw some of them drinking, he's probably making sure they're ok.  Trust him, he deserves some fun, doesn't he?"  Roy declined to tell Ed that he was pretty sure he'd seen a sprig of mistletoe tied to the spike on Al's helmet.

"Ok, you've got a good point," Ed relented, knowing his brother could take care of himself.

"And you deserve not to hurry home tonight," Roy added, pulling Ed into another kiss.  As they kissed, he peeled Ed's shirt off.  When Ed was free of the sleeves, his arms settled around Roy's waist.  Leaning down to kiss soft lips was nice, Ed had learned, but it was nothing compared to this.  Roy kissed down his neck, to his scarred collarbone, and Ed moaned.  He could feel the faint pressure of Roy's lips on the steel of his automail shoulder.  Roy didn't have to do things like that, touching felt better on his real skin, but he liked that Roy treated his automail as part of his body.

It occurred to Ed that he still had his pants on and he pushed Roy away.  "Shoes," he gulped.

"Hm?" Roy intoned, opening his eyes.

"Take off my shoes," Ed said more firmly.

Roy smirked and dropped to his knees.  He unlaced Ed's shiny black shoes and helped him out of them.  He really had to admit that Ed was growing.  These shoes weren't as thick-soled as his customary boots, and still Roy had thought he looked taller tonight.  It rankled him when Hughes said Ed was as tall as he was at seventeen, because it certainly wasn't true, but Roy had hit a late growth spurt at twenty.  Maybe Ed would, too.  He doubted they'd ever meet eye to eye, but it was quite possible Ed wasn't done growing yet.  

He held Ed's feet and took his socks off.  On a whim, he tickled Ed's automail toes and Ed snorted, "Dummy."  Roy pushed the shoes and socks out of the way and straightened up on his knees to take care of Ed's pants.  If Ed ever did grow to be as tall as him, Ed would probably be bigger.  Roy had filled out since his wiry youth, but Ed was younger and already packed more muscle onto his frame, comparatively speaking.  Keeping up with a suit of armor that never got tired or sore kept him in extraordinarily good shape.  Roy kissed down the middle of Ed's abs as he unbuttoned his pants.   He helped the pants down, let Ed step out of them, and went to hang them over a chair.  

"Black for you, too, I see," he noted of Ed's shorts before kneeling again and slipping the shorts off.  He tossed them aside and took hold of Ed's hips, licking his lips unconsciously.  He was moving to take Ed's cock in his mouth but Ed pushed him away.

"No," Ed blurted out.  

"No?" Roy asked, eyebrows raised.

"You can't," Ed said more decisively.  If he let Roy do that, his self-control would go up the chimney with the smoke, and that was the last thing he wanted right now.

"Why?" Roy asked incredulously.

"Get up.  Make sure all the clothes are folded," Ed ordered instead.  "I have to return that tuxedo, you know.  And bring me your ascot."

Roy did as instructed and then came back to Ed with the silken tie.

"Ok, touch your fingers to your elbows behind your back," Ed said.

Roy refused to allow any surprise to show on his face.  Even more than he hated being taken by surprise, he hated it showing on his face.  His heart thumped in his chest but he did what Ed said and plastered a little smirk on his face like he expected it all along.

Ed moved behind him and thoroughly bound his wrists and forearms.  "I'm using your ascot," he said, clearly not asking permission.  "I wouldn't think you'd want to rip that."

Roy certainly didn't want to rip it but he had no intentions of trying to get away.  Things were just getting interesting.  He had some experience with this sort of thing, but he'd never guessed Ed would be interested in bondage.  Ed was scanning the room, looking for something.  Without a word, he went to the front window and took the unused cords from where they hung on either side of the closed drapes.  He unknotted them as he came back over.

"Kneel on the floor."

Roy felt a chill even though he stood in front of the fireplace.  Edward wanted to try a little dominance play, too?  Roy's heart pounded as he knelt.  He wondered how far Ed would go with this, whether he'd play it through to the end or relax it.  For a moment, he wondered what Ed wanted with this.  His submission?  His pain?  Both?  Neither?  He wasn't worried, per se, but he was definitely not used to having to guess where things were headed.  

"I like this," Ed smiled, able to look down at Roy for once.  The smile was decidedly smug, but there was no cruelty in it and the kiss he gave Roy was nothing but pure desire.  He held Roy's jaw and sucked at his lips before letting go.  

"Ok, spread your legs more and sit back," Ed instructed and Roy sat back on his feet.  "Good.  Curl your toes under," Ed added.

He got down next to Roy and used the drapery cords to tie his ankles to his thighs.  

"One more," Ed was saying, looking around again.  He went to get Roy's silk scarf from the chair where he'd dropped it.  He twisted it a bit to make it more cord-like and then wrapped it tight around Roy's chest, effectively tying Roy's arms.  

Roy had never let anyone take control to quite this extent.  He had tied lovers to headboards before, and been tied to a few himself over the years, but he'd never been bound like this.  Most of that was years ago anyway.  These days, he was a gentleman, the local king of hearts, more concerned with trying to keep up with his own reputation.  He was always in control with the women he dated now.  Being bound with drapery sashes on his knees on the floor of his own living room just didn't fit the image he'd made for himself.

His most adventurous encounters were well in the past, the wildest being pre-Ishbal, before his life took a more serious turn.  And how many years had it been since he'd let another man fuck him?  Six?  Seven?  Though the date was fuzzy, he could remember the last time well, and why he had been so sure it would be the last time.  Yet, when Ed asked for 'anything' he wanted, Roy had known immediately Ed would want to top him and agreed without hesitation.  He'd signed himself up for this and he would let Ed do it even with the added bondage.  He'd resolved to let Ed do what ever he wanted, that was his atonement.

He expected to have to atone, but the thing was, this didn't feel like punishment.  Ed waiting at his house tonight was a surprise, and Ed tying him up was a surprise, but the biggest surprise of the night was how unbelievably turned on he felt.  His cock strained upwards, full and aching.  Ed hadn't even touched it yet.  Under Ed's obviously appreciative gaze, he felt no shame what so ever.  Ed's hunger was plain enough as he ran his fingers over the cord across Roy's thigh, feeling how tautly he'd tied it, how it bit just slightly into Roy's pale skin.  Roy fidgeted, the muscles of his chest and shoulders bunching under the tight binding, not fighting to be released but fighting the urge to move into Ed's touch.  But why should he fight it?  Ed was every bit as aroused as he was.  Why shouldn't he encourage Ed?  The bedroom was the one place their communication wasn't absolutely miserable, he shouldn't break that trend.  He opened his mouth, but it was Ed who spoke first.

"You look incredible," Ed breathed and kissed him again, wild and unapologetically sloppy.  He ran his left hand through Roy's hair again to mess it up even more.

"Do you have any champagne?" Ed suddenly asked.

"Hm, champagne?  Why?" Roy asked, mind a little disconnected.

"I want to taste it in your mouth," Ed said.

Roy had a hard time keeping his jaw from hitting the floor.  For Ed to say such a thing…  "I - I don't think I have any," he replied, "but there are a few bottles of white wine in the cellar."

"That'll do," Ed said decisively and got up off the floor.  He stopped in the door way and grinned as he looked Roy up and down.  "Don't go anywhere," he smirked and disappeared.

The cellar door creaked and he could hear Ed's metal foot clanking down and then back up the wooden stairs.  It sounded like Ed was rummaging through kitchen drawers for a bottle opener and finally he returned with a brandy snifter full of white wine.  Roy smiled at this.  He figured that Ed didn't know the difference and had just picked the glass that looked like it would hold the most.  His heart quickened when Ed knelt on the floor next to him, and he felt a little foolish for it.  He was supposed to be the experienced one here.

"Isn't it supposed to be the older man plying the minor with alcohol?" Roy joked, just to say something.

Ed just gave him a dry look and jerked on the scarf around his chest.

"What kind did you pick?" Roy inquired.

"Oh, I didn't really look," Ed shrugged.

"Let me smell it," Roy said.

Ed held the glass under his nose.  

"A pinot grigio," Roy noted.  Pinot grigio was considered painfully bourgeois by wine snobs, but it was a crowd pleaser.  It went with just about anything, women liked it, and Roy was really not picky about alcohol.  He'd developed a palate for finer wines and spirits so that he could go to boring parties and say the right words, but the truth was, after all the cheap shit he'd poisoned himself with over the years, anything in the double digit price range was good enough.  "You'll like this one," he told Ed, "and it's made the same way they make champagne, except for the bubbles, so it's perfect for your purpose.  You have good taste, Ed."

Ed just shrugged again like it didn't matter, but his eyes stole to Roy's face.  Maybe he did have good taste, but the wine choice was pure luck.  Roy was an excellent choice, even better than the wine, but Ed felt that luck had played a significant role here as well.  With the way he had treated the man in the past, and all the stupid shit he still did, it sometimes amazed him that Roy even gave him the time of day.  

It suddenly hit him that he had Roy Mustang.  He wasn't standing on the outskirts of the dance floor, wondering if Colonel Mustang knew he existed.  He didn't have to wait until the Colonel inspected the firehouses to ask him on a date.  He didn't have to bid in an auction to get a special night with him.  Ed had Roy's bed when he was in town and the man's solemn promise to behave while he was traveling.  He had alchemy advice, a lunch companion at the mess hall, promises of breakfast and probably a whole lot more if he'd just let Roy give it to him.  Nearly getting dumped taught him just how much that meant to him, so maybe he should be a little more careful with it.  

Without asking, he slowly raised the glass to Roy's lips and watched them part to accept the rim before tilting the glass carefully.  Roy swallowed twice and Ed lowered the glass again.  He manipulated the glass with his left hand since his automail didn't have a lot of friction against the smooth surface.

"How is it?" he asked.

"Good," Roy answered with a smile.  "I just got this case and hadn't tried any yet.  Can't think of a better occasion.  Try some if you want."   

It seemed like Ed ignored the offer and gave him a couple more sips, but then Ed set the glass down and twined the fingers of his left hand in Roy's hair with surprising roughness.  "I want to try some," he whispered and held Roy still for a bruising kiss.  Ed was never timid with his tongue but this kiss made Roy feel invaded in all the right ways.  

"That's how I want to taste it," Ed ground out in reminder, fumbling for the words.

Roy's heart was pounding and he just swallowed in answer.  Ed fed him more of the wine and his next kiss was softer but no less thorough.  Roy shivered when he felt Ed's fingers at his waist.  He shifted a bit under his bindings, wanting to touch Ed.

"You are going to help me finish that wine, right?" Roy asked when Ed sat back.  Ed had filled the brandy snifter far beyond where it was supposed to be filled, nearly to the brim.  It was so endearing that Ed didn't know better.  Who made up those rules, anyway?  "I already had quite a bit to drink at the ball," Roy reminded.  He knew he was setting himself up for Old Man jokes, but Ed didn't rise to the bait this time.

Ed took a few swallows himself and licked his lips.  "That's not bad," he commented before giving Roy another kiss.

"It's good that way too," Roy acknowledged.

Together they drained the entire glass and Ed placed it safely on the fireplace mantel.
 
"Well, what are you going to do with me now that you've got me liquored up and tied down?" Roy asked with wolfish grin.

Ed turned from the mantle to face him.  "I'm going to fuck you," was his very honest answer.

Roy was speechless.  He had not been expecting such a straightforward answer.  Ed was not normally a fan of very frank, dirty sex-talk.

"You're not allowed to tell me how to do anything, got it?" Ed said pointedly as he kneeled next to Roy again.

"Understood," Roy nodded.

Ed ran his flesh hand over Roy's ass and squeezed a bit.  Roy had a pretty nice ass.  It wasn't big, but it wasn't flat.  Roy's entire body was like that - nothing was too big or too small, he was perfectly proportioned.  He kept himself fit and lean.  Maybe that was part of his vanity, but at the moment, Ed was willing to forgive him.  Roy's pale skin had plenty of scars, but Ed didn't count scars as imperfections.  The scars were a reminder that there was grit under Roy's polished surface, the kind that won deep respect from Ed.  It had taken years to see beneath Mustang's veneer, but Ed had finally seen what was really there, and that was the man Ed was so attracted to.

He slid his fingers down to the crease between Roy's buttocks and thigh and then inwards.  "You've, um, done this before, right?" he asked suddenly.

Roy might have laughed if Ed hadn't been massaging him like that.  "Uh, yes, but not for a really long time," he answered, knowing Ed would get the hint not to skimp in the preparations.

Ed lightly traced his fingers over Roy's hips and down his thighs to the sashes and bound his legs.  He put his palms on the floor and came closer to kiss Roy's stomach.  Roy tried to stay steady, but his stomach quivered involuntarily.  He bit his lip as Ed licked precome from the tip of his cock.

"Oh, fuck, Ed," he gasped when Ed sucked at the head with very wet lips.  He groaned and had to close his eyes as Ed swallowed his entire length, humming around it.

When one was tied up, one didn't usually expect cock-worship of any kind.  But Ed didn't know that, apparently.  Roy thought it was impossible that Ed had been exposed to anything of this sort before, so this was just Ed improvising.  Ed just did what came naturally to him.  Ed's modus operandi in intimate situations was to make it up as he went along and Roy had to admit he'd never been disappointed.

Roy was rocking slightly into his mouth and obviously trying to stifle needy little moaning noises.  Ed was always a little more shy about performing oral sex, mostly due to his inexperience.  It wasn't that he didn't like doing it, he just felt clumsy with it.  But there was something tempting about Roy on his knees like this, with his cock rigid, exposed, and straining like it had been altogether forgotten about.  Ed wanted to take it in his mouth, suck on it, cosset just this one part and watch Roy's composure crumble.  He wanted to spoil Roy, make him feel so good he couldn't think straight.

If the jumbled syllables were any indication, Ed had probably succeeded in making sure that Roy could not think straight.  He backed off and let Roy calm down a little bit.  He scooted over the chair he'd been sitting in when Roy got home and pulled a bottle of lube out from under the cushion.  He'd gotten it from the bedroom and stashed it there earlier while he was waiting.  

"Well, this Boy Scout has just earned his lube badge," Roy commented, still panting a little.

"There's no lube badge," Ed snorted as he came back.  He unscrewed the cap and spread some of the gel over the metal fingers of his right hand, glancing at Roy's face for any hint of distaste.  Roy's face, however, registered only calm curiosity.  Any substance spread over his automail deteriorated his sense of touch, so Ed knew he would have to be careful.

Roy watched with interest.  So Ed was going to use his automail.  He realized that he wanted Ed to do it.  He'd never had a lover with automail before, it was unique to Ed only.  He wanted Ed to put it inside him.  He understood the importance of accepting it.  "That's not going to damage the joints, is it?" he asked of the lube.

"Bottle says it's water-based and water doesn't damage it," Ed told him.  "Besides, the white lithium grease Winry smears everywhere is a lot grosser."  He rolled his eyes when Roy's face twitched slightly.  God only knew what thoughts that statement had sent through his perverted mind.  At least he knew better than to voice them.  Ed thought it was better to get his mind back in the moment.

He moved to Roy's side and first teased his cock with his flesh hand.  He rubbed the head with his fingertips and rolled his palm over the very tip.  He gave it a few more laps with his tongue before licking his way down and sucking Roy's balls as he began to stroke his entrance with the lubed automail fingers.  Roy was grateful that Ed was being so slow and careful.  Really, it was much like his own technique when Ed came back from being away on research trips, which shouldn't be surprising.  

Ed was getting a little frustrated with the odd position he was in.  He had to crouch down and rest one arm on the floor to get at Roy from the right angle.  He was going to have to change that before going any further.  He didn't want to remove the leg ties, but he needed to get Roy a little higher off the floor.  Unfortunately, aesthetics would have to take a back seat to functionality.  He reluctantly untied the cords around Roy's thighs.

Roy automatically rose up on his knees a bit, giving Ed more space to work.  He was still waiting for Ed to do it, reminding himself that Ed's automail would be cold.  He caught his breath and tried to concentrate on the hand cupping his balls as Ed pushed one finger inside him.  It wasn't as cold as he'd imagined, but it definitely didn't feel like a real finger.  The joints of the automail fingers were very complex in order to allow precise movements.  Roy was surprised how much of the edges and grooves he could feel.  One finger felt fine, it didn't take much to get used to it, but Ed soon added a second and things changed.  His fingers stretched Roy more and the joints scraped him with any sudden movements.  Roy clenched his teeth and tried not to wince when a steel knuckle pinched him.  He wanted this, he'd take it even if it hurt.

Ed noticed the wince right away.  He didn't want to let up, but he never wanted to see Roy moving away from his touch.  He had an idea and brought his flesh hand to his metal palm to complete the circle.

"Ed what are you - " Roy began to ask and then his entire body arched violently as the energy from the alchemical reaction coursed through him.  A hoarse cry tore from his throat has his mind went white for a second.  When he snapped back, his body was shaky and he was panting heavily.  He'd experimented with alchemy and sex before, back in his adventurous days, but he'd forgotten how intense the feeling was.  He had no time for nostalgia, however, because Ed was slowly stroking the perfectly smooth and cylindrical automail dildo up and down inside him.  

Roy gave a shuddering groan.  The jolt had left him hypersensitive and the pleasure helped him relax so that Ed's new appendage could move more easily inside him.  Ed wrapped his left hand around Roy's cock and teased the head with his thumb.  Roy closed his eyes and let his chin fall to his chest, concentrating on the feeling, finding the pleasure, moving into it.  He was quickly rediscovering how good this could feel.  He'd stopped doing it because he didn't want to be anyone's bottom again, but somehow with Ed…  Well, with Ed it was different and he was in no shape to analyze it any further than that.

Ed hit his sensitive spot almost immediately with the new longer, unjointed automail component.  Roy gasped and tightened, throwing his head back for a moment before slumping again and pushing back on Ed's hand for more.  His face was damp and flushed, and his hair nearly covered his eyes but Ed saw those black eyes open into slits.  

"Tell me again how you aren't sharing," he said, voice thick and unsteady.  The crooked little grin that curled his lips looked almost embarrassed.  Embarrassed?  Ed swore to give him no chance for stupid concerns like that.  He plunged his hand in deep and then withdrew to do it again.

"I told you before," he growled, "I'm not sharing.  You're mine."  

Roy groaned weakly and closed his eyes.  Ed watched his flushed face and wondered if he looked this beautiful when Roy did things like this to him.  He stopped abruptly and withdrew his automail.  He changed it back to a hand and braced it on Roy's hip.  Roy's eyes blinked open.  Ed straightened up on his knees and his flesh hand came to rest on Roy's damp cheek.  

"I love you," Ed said plainly.

Roy's mouth opened to speak, but Ed put his hand over it.  "Don't say anything," he pleaded, "I know you probably think six weeks isn't long enough for me to know that, but… it's been longer than that.  A lot longer," and then he smothered any words with a kiss.

When he finally let go, he moved away to get the lube and conspicuously avoided any eye contact.  He could hear Roy's low, heavy breathing as the man waited for him to take the next step.

Ed was giving some serious thought to how he wanted to do it.  He could kneel behind Roy and do it from behind.  He could even tip Roy forward, but he wanted to see Roy's face this first time.  He could flip Roy onto his back, but his arms might be uncomfortable.  Roy looked so nice on his knees the way he was and Ed hardly wanted to untie him, so that left one obvious solution.  He could lie on his back and Roy could straddle his hips.  Ed loved that position when he was the one sitting on Roy.  It might be a little strange at first because Roy was bigger than him, but it was definitely the position he wanted to try.

He steeled his nerves and spread some lube on his cock.  He had no fears that he couldn't do this.  Biologically speaking, this is what males were built for, but he really wanted to do it right.  He wanted it to feel good for Roy.  He would feel terrible if he couldn't make Roy come while he did it.  Especially because Roy was so mind-bendingly good at it and always made him come.  He had to do this right.

He calmly moved back to Roy and tapped on his leg.  "Up," he said evenly and Roy rose to let Ed slide between his knees, and then lowered himself again to sit on Ed's thighs.

"I know I said that I didn't want you to tell me what to do," Ed said, almost sheepishly, "but you could give me a few pointers right now.  Just pointers!"

Roy was all out leering down at him.  "You've created a rather interesting situation so far," he said, flapping his elbows a little to illustrate his point.  "I'd rather see where your instincts take us than tell you how to fuck.  So, no pointers."

"But how will I know if I'm doing it right?" Ed frowned.

Roy leaned over and bit at his lips.  "I'll let you know the same way you let me know when I'm doing it right - by making it completely obvious," he smirked.

Ed knew he was being teased about how loud and wild he could be in bed.  Roy could make him lose all control of himself - and not even think to care.  Could he drive Roy wild like that?

"So, go ahead.  Do whatever you want to me," the older man offered.  "I'm serious.  I won't complain unless you draw blood or start taking pictures."

"Don't forget you said that," Ed grinned dangerously.  He held Roy's hip with his metal hand as Roy rose up again.  Ed used his flesh hand to position the head of his cock before Roy began to lower himself slowly.  He was very well prepared and the head of Ed's cock penetrated him with relative ease.  There was still significant stretch and resistance, but no pain.  Ed was hard as a rock and thoroughly lubed, which helped when Roy struggled with the last couple inches and had to put more weight into his descent.

He thought they fit surprisingly well like this.  He was bigger and had longer legs, so maybe it looked funny to have him sitting on Ed like this with his legs folded on either side, but other parts were fitting together just perfectly.  Ed's cock was not small.  Ed himself wasn't so small these days, but his cock definitely wasn't.  Actually, it was about perfect size.  Not so big that Roy couldn't take it all the way into his throat during oral sex, but certainly big enough to fill him up and hit his sensitive places when it penetrated him.  And it felt better than he'd been expecting.  It felt so real and organic after being fucked with the automail.  Hard but not as unforgiving as metal.  And hot.  God, it felt so hot and natural inside him.

When he was all the way down, Ed let out a shaky groan.  Roy could remember what it was like the very first time and tried to sit as still as he could, knowing that Ed was dangerously close to orgasm.  "Hold still, Ed," he panted in encouragement.  "You have good control.  Just stay still for a moment."

Ed swallowed and willfully calmed himself.  He would absolutely not allow himself to come yet.  He had to get Roy off first.  It was imperative that Roy come before Ed finished, and being that he had tied Roy's hands, it was now solely Ed's responsibility.  He found his breath again and inhaled deeply.  He felt Roy relax on top of him and make little humming noise.

"Think you can move now?" Roy asked.  Ed just nodded.  Roy started to roll his hips.  "It's ok to do it fast now, you won't break me," Roy encouraged and began to move a bit faster.

Ed took hold and forcibly slowed his hips.  "I believe you said I could do anything I wanted to you," he reminded the other man with a smirk.

Roy returned his lusty smirk.  "So I did," he said agreeably.  "In that case, please pardon the instructions."

Ed just held them still a moment longer, just so he could appreciate the moment.  It felt even better than he'd imagined.  Though, Roy was so tight around him, he wondered how he was going to move.  He experimented, rolling his hips and pushing up into Roy.  

Roy hummed at the feeling.  It was barely a ripple now, but he knew it wasn't in Ed's nature to be timid.  When Ed figured it out, it was going to be a tsunami.  He rose up further to give Ed more room to experiment.  He moved his hips as well, letting Ed feel what that felt like and figure out how to use it as he built a rhythm.  Ed established a moderate pace and experimented with angling his hips.  Ed was a fast learner, but not even Roy expected it to feel this good this fast.

"Feels good, Ed" Roy panted in encouragement.

"Just getting started," Ed returned through gritted teeth.  He angled forward a little more, trying to strike Roy's prostate.  He had found it successfully with his hand, but he was having renewed admiration for Roy's accuracy during sex.  Ed's flesh hand slid down a bony hip to the short black curls at the base of Roy's cock.  Roy gave a grunt and Ed grinned at the inelegant sound.  He teased the rigid shaft with his fingertips as he stared at Roy's cock.  The color was surprisingly dark, given the man's light skin tone.  The thin skin over the shaft was damp and taught, and the veins stood out.  The head was smooth and perfect and dripping with precome.  The whole thing turned him on more than he ever realized.  He decided he was going to give a lot more blowjobs from now on.

A frustrated noise came from Roy as he tried to push his cock further into Ed's hand.  He repositioned his hips for more contact and suddenly he was clenching and moaning, "That's it, that's it, Ed."

Any residual concerns fled, and Ed roughly grabbed Roy's cock, clasped his hip, and picked up the pace.  Roy's movements were wilder and less predictable when Ed stroked his cock, too, but Ed found that he liked it.  He still had some control with his other hand.  

Roy could sense Ed's burst in confidence.  His mind was disjointed and muddled, but he had come to the realization that this was good, they could do this.  They could do anything together.  He could let Ed take the reins and Ed would take care of them just like he was right now.  Roy didn't have to worry about reseducing Ed at every intimate encounter.  He didn't have to be the archetypal smooth charmer all the time or always have something witty to say.  He didn't have to think about the build-up or what tricks he'd already used or not used.  He didn't have to wonder whether the sheets were clean, if there were dirty dishes in his sink, or what clothes he wore.  Ed just wanted him.  Hell, Ed said he was in love with him!  For the first time, hearing the words 'I love you' sounded like complete freedom instead of a cage to be escaped at the first possible opportunity.  He gave a strangled gasp and arched his back as Ed struck his prostate again.

"No holding back," Ed reminded him.  He moved his hand to play with Roy's balls and Roy made enough noise that Ed forgave him.  He began to feel the pace quickening on its own and knew that he was past exploring and past plateau.  He was ready to work towards orgasm, but what about Roy?  "Are you ready to come soon?" he panted.

"Haaa-aaa," was the only sound that spilled from Roy's lips and he tightened again and tossed his head.  Ed grinned fiercely and pounded into Roy with everything he had.  Roy had said before that he hadn't done this in a long time, but he was doing it for Ed and he wasn't just along for the ride, he was letting himself enjoy it and letting Ed know he enjoyed it.  Ed understood how much that meant coming from someone like Roy, who was most comfortable when he was in control of the situation, himself, and the people around him.  He focused his efforts on Roy's cock, stroking, squeezing, and thumbing the head.

Roy gasped out his name and clamped down dangerously around Ed.  His cock throbbed in Ed's hand and Ed got so excited that he was about to make Roy orgasm that he lost his grip on his control.  He thrust himself deep into Roy and came instantly.  Roy gave a cry and jerked sharply, contracting as a final bump to his prostate made his mind go blank.  Ed was still coming as Roy erupted and coated his chest and stomach with come.  

The labored breathing in the room had to be Ed's because Roy was quite positive that he was not breathing at all.  He wobbled and collapsed onto Ed.  Heavy arms encircled his back and he remembered to take a deep breath.  His arms fell free and he realized Ed had untied him.  He pushed himself up and gave Ed a long, languid kiss.  Ed's very sincere confession had caught him off guard and he was still unsure how to answer it.  However, he knew enough to be certain that if he wasn't already in love with Edward Elric, he was well on his way.

When he sat back again, Ed looked up at him with fuzzy eyes and a weary smile.  He looked like he could barely stay awake.  Roy smiled back and shook his head.  It was just like a kid to fall asleep immediately.  Roy had been with enough women to know better.  He bit at Ed's lips and then his very sensitive ears.  Ed grunted and tried to move away.

"Come on, Ed, we're a mess.  Time to clean up," Roy said, gently shaking the younger man.  He rolled to the side and Ed sat up.  Ed looked around blearily until he caught site of the mess Roy had left on his skin.  Gold eyes widened.  Well, that explained why it still leaked out of him hours after the fact, Ed thought pragmatically.

"Ok, you can stay here and stare at my come, but I need to use the bathroom," Roy said, trying to get up.  He didn't even make it onto his knees.  "Oh, shit, my knees.  Ow," he winced, collapsing again and shaking a leg.  "Ugh, you unruly brat, what have you done to this old man?" he lamented melodramatically.  "Are you trying to kill me?"

"Shut up, you're not that old," Ed snorted without any kind of sympathy, "and what about you?  Are you trying to drown me or something?"  He looked down again at the sticky mess across his front.

Roy ignored his complaints as he tried to stand again.  He finally managed to stand up on wobbly legs and make it to the bathroom.  Ed didn't want to disturb him, so he went to the kitchen and cleaned up with paper towels at the sink.  Despite Roy's extensive marking, it was less messy this way, he noted.  When he was done, he put on a bathrobe and straightened up the living room.  Most of the clothes would be fine until morning, he decided with a yawn, so he just made sure the fire was out before going to the bedroom.  He turned on the light so Roy would know where to find him and got into the big bed.

He didn't realize he'd drifted to sleep until he felt Roy spoon behind him and wrap his arms around him.

"Hey, I was thinking," Ed started to say.

"No thinking after sex.  It violates Man Rule Number 2," Roy murmured sleepily.

"About next year's auction," Ed continued.

Roy nearly groaned, and not in the good way.  "Please don't start on me about next year already!" he pleaded.  "I'm in the mood to cuddle with you in an unmasculine fashion, not fight with you, Ed."  

"No, no, just listen," Ed said and pulled away.  Annoyed, Roy opened his eyes.  Ed was looking back at him with a playful smile.  "It occurred to me that, if I'm the new hot young State Alchemist, according to some sources, then maybe I should auction myself off next year," Ed grinned.

"What?" Roy demanded flatly.

"Don't you think I'd fetch a good price?" Ed asked.

"Well, probably, but - " Roy sighed exasperatedly and rubbed his eyes.

"What, then you don't think I know how to show a lady a good time?" Ed pressed.

"Ed, stop talking and cuddle me before I push you out of bed."

"I even know how to dance!  Didn't you see me with Luisa Breda?"

Roy pushed himself up to face Ed.  "Yes, I did," he said, "and I also happen to know that Breda is after your head for kissing his sister the way you did.  What exactly did you do to that girl, Edward?"

"Huh?  What?  I didn't do anything, I just kissed her normal," Ed replied, making a face.  

"Normal?" Roy repeated.

"Like how I would kiss you," Ed mumbled.

Roy sighed again.  Ed had learned to kiss with him, and maybe he didn't know that those were more sophisticated kisses, not the type most people started out with.  Ed was so adept at everything he did, it was so like him to skip the introductory steps and go straight to the advanced levels.  "Well, I suppose you aren't the type to do anything half way," Roy said wearily.  

"Geez, I didn't even use my tongue," Ed rolled his eyes.  "And you're trying to distract me!  I was talking about the auction."

"Ed, you are not entering the auction," Roy told him decisively.

"But it's for charity!" Ed reminded him.

"No."

Ed smirked.  "Jealous?" he goaded.  "Or just afraid I'd rake in more dough than you?"

Roy was both, but there was no way in heaven and earth he was going to admit that.  He roughly shoved Ed onto his back and covered him with his larger body.  "I outrank you and everyone who organizes the auction, and I will simply order them not to let you enter it if I have to," he warned.

"You'd pull rank over something like this?  Better watch it, Colonel, you might embarrass yourself."

"Try me."

"Party-pooper."

"Yup."

"But think about it," Ed continued.  "I've never been on a real date with a girl before.  They can auction off my first date!  That'll be sure to bring in a lot of money.  I can take a girl out for a night, like any normal guy my age, and then come home so my jealous boyfriend can tie me up and fuck me till I can't remember my own name.  Sounds like a good time to me, what do you think?"

Roy was speechless for a moment.  "Well, when you put it like that…" he murmured.  He felt a slight stirring in his groin.  It was too soon to do anything but, damn it, he wanted to.  "When you put it like that, you make me want to do it right now," he growled and kissed Ed hungrily.  He moved his body over Ed's, even though neither of them were in any kind of state to be aroused.  Ed kissed back until Roy pulled away and got comfortable next to him.

"What if I have other plans for you next year?" Roy asked, kissing his shoulder.

"Like what?" Ed asked.

"Like taking you home with me."

"You mean - " Ed asked, bolting upright and toppling Roy to the side.

"Meaning you'd be meeting my family," Roy finished, amused by his reaction.  "Provided we don't kill each other in the next year, that is," he added with a tired smile.

Ed pounced on him and kissed him.  He had told Roy not to answer his 'I love you,' but that was answer enough for him.