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said_scarlett) wrote2007-04-01 01:15 pm
said_scarlett) wrote2007-04-01 01:15 pm
Fic: Bones of Contention; Roy/Ed; NC-17
Yes, you read that heading correctly! I have ventured into the never-before traveled waters of Roy/Ed. As pretty much everyone knows, Roy/Ed is a pairing that eludes me. For many, many reasons. But now that I've written it, I've discovered that it may well be my new OTP!
Title: Bones of Contention
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
theladyfeylene
Fandom: FMA
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Word Count: 1,524
Author's Notes: AU, ignoring the movie and stuff, as I tend to do.
Summary: All Ed wanted was to break Mustang's calm, cool exterior. Even if it was only for a minute or two....
Mustang was an ass. A snide, smarmy, egoistical ass. He sat behind his desk, one eye fixed on Ed in a cool, self-confident gaze. Like he knew something. Just once, Ed wanted to see him caught by surprise. Just once, he wanted that bastard to be blindsided, to be completely unaware. But after so many years, he as beginning to wonder if Mustang had some kind of special power of knowing things.
It really was a pain.
Mustang hadn't even seem surprised when Ed showed up, three years after having fallen off the face of the earth. Literally. He'd just nodded and said 'I'd been expecting you sooner', and gone on as though nothing had happened.
Few things could get Ed's blood boiling like Roy Mustang. There was just something about him.
"Is there anything else you'd like to report?" Mustang's voice left it very clear that he knew damn well there was. Ed's eyes narrowed, and he felt something snap inside of him.
He wasn't some stupid sixteen year old kid anymore! Why did Mustang insist on treating him like nothing had changed? He was an adult! He was twenty years old, he'd faced more inner-demons that Mustang even had... hell he'd been through the Gate and back twice! Things were different, and it was time that Mustang realized that!
"I've given you the information you need," Ed said, holding his ground. He was nothing if not stubborn.
"I believe I'm a better judge of what I need to know than you are." Mustang shifted, folding his hands.
"You have my report." Ed shrugged. He wasn't going to allow the man to make him feel like a child. He was done with that. "Is there anything else?"
It was almost a game, to see who would give in first. Either Mustang broke down and admitted he knew exactly what had happened in Camden, or Ed broke down and admitted to the damage he'd caused.
"I just have a few questions...."
"My report is complete." Ed wasn't going to back down.
"Somehow, I doubt that." Mustang stood, his hands clasped behind his back. "Fullmetal, I've been very lenient with you...."
"You know, I'm in kind of a hurry," Ed interrupted. "Can we skip the lecture? It got old five years ago."
There was a flash of something on Mustang's face. Ed grinned inwardly. He was starting to crack that exterior. Finally!
"And I am your superior. You're on my time, Fullmetal, don't forget that."
"You never let me."
There was the slightest twitch in Mustang's face. He turned, shoulders set, and stood in front of Ed. He was practically rigid, the perfect example of a well trained soldier. But Ed had seen that twitch. This was it. The younger man knew he could fully shatter Mustang's cool exterior. He just needed something big. Something unexpected, something Mustang could never anticipate.
He was tempted to punch Mustang. But that wasn't exactly something unexpected. Hell, the colonel was probably expecting that. No, hauling off and punching him wouldn't work. And would probably cause more trouble than it was worth....
"....do I make myself clear, Fullmetal?"
Oh shit, Mustang had been saying something. Ed had missed it completely, his mind too busy trying to figure out how to pull one over on Mustang.
Think, Ed, think!
Thinking, sadly, wasn't exactly one of Ed's stronger points. Without thinking, acting purely on a panicked need to come out of this the winner, Ed did the most unexpected thing he could possibly think of.
He reached out, grabbed Mustang by the collar, and kissed him. Full on the lips.
There was no way Mustang could have predicted that.
Nor could Ed have predicted how Mustang would react. He had expected a startled gasp, sputtering, or perhaps stunned silence. All of which would have been well worth it. He hadn't expected Mustang to return the kiss, after a moment of hesitation.
Damn it! Mustang was supposed to be shocked! He was supposed to be completely stunned! Well, fine. Ed could keep this up just as long as Mustang could. The hell he'd back down now!
Ed steeled himself and decided he could still win. He tightened his hands in Mustang's collar, his tongue snaking out to take things one step further. How far was Mustang willing to go? Because Ed was willing to go one step further. Apparently, Mustang was willing to go pretty far. Ed found himself pressed against the taller man, their tongues battering against one another's as Mustang's hands found Ed's hips.
What did Mustang think? That Ed was some blushing virgin who'd back down the second things got steamy? If he did, he was an idiot. Ed wasn't inexperienced. Sure, he hadn't exactly made out with another guy before, but he didn't see much difference between making out with Mustang and making out with a girl.
The kiss just got deeper, more fervent, Mustang pushing Ed back until he was against the wall. That wasn’t an ideal situation. Did Mustang think he was in charge here? Had he forgotten that Ed had been the one to start this? No, Ed was in charge here. He pushed back, his palms flat against Mustang’s chest, pushing him back.
Okay, now things were getting a little bit awkward. He was pretty sure that wasn’t a gun in Mustang’s pocket. But even that wasn’t going to make him back down. In a way, it only served to prove that he was getting the upper hand. As weird as the current upper hand was.
It was the same as any other interaction they had. A tense struggle to hold out longer than the other, each one refusing to give any ground. Ed knew that Mustang knew exactly what was going on, but that didn’t matter. Mustang always knew.
Damn bastard.
But even so, Mustang was the one who was panting and flushed and hard against Ed’s hip. Mustang was the one who was clutching at Ed’s coat. Mustang was the one who was in danger of letting his physical needs get the better of him.
Unfortunately, Ed knew he wasn’t that far behind. Mustang was a pretty good kisser, and when the older man’s hands slid under his coat to run along his back, Ed did feel a tremor of pleasure.
But if he could hold his head through pain, he could do it through pleasure. Let Mustang do his worst, Ed could handle it.
Maybe.
Mustang was sucking on his neck. And it felt good. And Mustang’s hands had moved down, and were gripping his ass. But at least Mustang was pushed up against his desk, pinned between Ed and the furniture. Mustang was the vulnerable one. And Ed could make him even more vulnerable.
Gritting his teeth - and trying ignore Mustang’s lips and tongue on his throat - Ed moved his hand down, reaching between the colonel’s legs. It wasn’t that different than touching himself, really. Except it wasn’t himself, but he didn’t think about that too deeply. He gripped Mustang with his flesh hand, stroking him through his pants with hard, quick movements. He heard Mustang gasp, and he grinned openly. He pulled his head to the side, pulling away from Mustang’s lips. Now he was the one sucking on Mustang’s throat, all the while jerking off the older man pinned against the desk.
He was well aware that his own body was reacting to all of this, but he ignored it. And he kept his hips away from Mustang - to make sure the colonel didn’t know he was getting hard. There was no way in hell he was going to let the other man know that. Instead he kept his attention on what he was doing, his teeth sinking into Mustang’s neck while he sucked at the skin.
Was Mustang wearing cologne?
Ed didn’t have much time to ponder that thought. He felt Mustang jerk in his hand, felt the front of the colonel’s pants grow damp. And then Mustang slumped back against the desk, breathing heavily and spent. Ed pulled away, wiping his hand on Mustang’s thigh.
There. Mustang was completely undone, rumpled and flushed and leaning heavily against his desk. Ed couldn’t help but grin. He’d known he could hold out longer!
“Like I said,” Ed said, smirking. “I’m really busy, so I’m just gonna go. Since we’re done here now.”
“I’ll expect… your revised report on my desk by four o’clock.”
Ed’s smirk fell off his face, and he gaped openly at Mustang. That was it?!? That was all?!?
Damn smug bastard! Fine. He’d get his stupid report.
After Ed made a quick stop off at the restroom.
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HAPPY APRIL FOOL'S, EVERYONE!
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Title: Bones of Contention
Author:
theladyfeyleneFandom: FMA
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Word Count: 1,524
Author's Notes: AU, ignoring the movie and stuff, as I tend to do.
Summary: All Ed wanted was to break Mustang's calm, cool exterior. Even if it was only for a minute or two....
Mustang was an ass. A snide, smarmy, egoistical ass. He sat behind his desk, one eye fixed on Ed in a cool, self-confident gaze. Like he knew something. Just once, Ed wanted to see him caught by surprise. Just once, he wanted that bastard to be blindsided, to be completely unaware. But after so many years, he as beginning to wonder if Mustang had some kind of special power of knowing things.
It really was a pain.
Mustang hadn't even seem surprised when Ed showed up, three years after having fallen off the face of the earth. Literally. He'd just nodded and said 'I'd been expecting you sooner', and gone on as though nothing had happened.
Few things could get Ed's blood boiling like Roy Mustang. There was just something about him.
"Is there anything else you'd like to report?" Mustang's voice left it very clear that he knew damn well there was. Ed's eyes narrowed, and he felt something snap inside of him.
He wasn't some stupid sixteen year old kid anymore! Why did Mustang insist on treating him like nothing had changed? He was an adult! He was twenty years old, he'd faced more inner-demons that Mustang even had... hell he'd been through the Gate and back twice! Things were different, and it was time that Mustang realized that!
"I've given you the information you need," Ed said, holding his ground. He was nothing if not stubborn.
"I believe I'm a better judge of what I need to know than you are." Mustang shifted, folding his hands.
"You have my report." Ed shrugged. He wasn't going to allow the man to make him feel like a child. He was done with that. "Is there anything else?"
It was almost a game, to see who would give in first. Either Mustang broke down and admitted he knew exactly what had happened in Camden, or Ed broke down and admitted to the damage he'd caused.
"I just have a few questions...."
"My report is complete." Ed wasn't going to back down.
"Somehow, I doubt that." Mustang stood, his hands clasped behind his back. "Fullmetal, I've been very lenient with you...."
"You know, I'm in kind of a hurry," Ed interrupted. "Can we skip the lecture? It got old five years ago."
There was a flash of something on Mustang's face. Ed grinned inwardly. He was starting to crack that exterior. Finally!
"And I am your superior. You're on my time, Fullmetal, don't forget that."
"You never let me."
There was the slightest twitch in Mustang's face. He turned, shoulders set, and stood in front of Ed. He was practically rigid, the perfect example of a well trained soldier. But Ed had seen that twitch. This was it. The younger man knew he could fully shatter Mustang's cool exterior. He just needed something big. Something unexpected, something Mustang could never anticipate.
He was tempted to punch Mustang. But that wasn't exactly something unexpected. Hell, the colonel was probably expecting that. No, hauling off and punching him wouldn't work. And would probably cause more trouble than it was worth....
"....do I make myself clear, Fullmetal?"
Oh shit, Mustang had been saying something. Ed had missed it completely, his mind too busy trying to figure out how to pull one over on Mustang.
Think, Ed, think!
Thinking, sadly, wasn't exactly one of Ed's stronger points. Without thinking, acting purely on a panicked need to come out of this the winner, Ed did the most unexpected thing he could possibly think of.
He reached out, grabbed Mustang by the collar, and kissed him. Full on the lips.
There was no way Mustang could have predicted that.
Nor could Ed have predicted how Mustang would react. He had expected a startled gasp, sputtering, or perhaps stunned silence. All of which would have been well worth it. He hadn't expected Mustang to return the kiss, after a moment of hesitation.
Damn it! Mustang was supposed to be shocked! He was supposed to be completely stunned! Well, fine. Ed could keep this up just as long as Mustang could. The hell he'd back down now!
Ed steeled himself and decided he could still win. He tightened his hands in Mustang's collar, his tongue snaking out to take things one step further. How far was Mustang willing to go? Because Ed was willing to go one step further. Apparently, Mustang was willing to go pretty far. Ed found himself pressed against the taller man, their tongues battering against one another's as Mustang's hands found Ed's hips.
What did Mustang think? That Ed was some blushing virgin who'd back down the second things got steamy? If he did, he was an idiot. Ed wasn't inexperienced. Sure, he hadn't exactly made out with another guy before, but he didn't see much difference between making out with Mustang and making out with a girl.
The kiss just got deeper, more fervent, Mustang pushing Ed back until he was against the wall. That wasn’t an ideal situation. Did Mustang think he was in charge here? Had he forgotten that Ed had been the one to start this? No, Ed was in charge here. He pushed back, his palms flat against Mustang’s chest, pushing him back.
Okay, now things were getting a little bit awkward. He was pretty sure that wasn’t a gun in Mustang’s pocket. But even that wasn’t going to make him back down. In a way, it only served to prove that he was getting the upper hand. As weird as the current upper hand was.
It was the same as any other interaction they had. A tense struggle to hold out longer than the other, each one refusing to give any ground. Ed knew that Mustang knew exactly what was going on, but that didn’t matter. Mustang always knew.
Damn bastard.
But even so, Mustang was the one who was panting and flushed and hard against Ed’s hip. Mustang was the one who was clutching at Ed’s coat. Mustang was the one who was in danger of letting his physical needs get the better of him.
Unfortunately, Ed knew he wasn’t that far behind. Mustang was a pretty good kisser, and when the older man’s hands slid under his coat to run along his back, Ed did feel a tremor of pleasure.
But if he could hold his head through pain, he could do it through pleasure. Let Mustang do his worst, Ed could handle it.
Maybe.
Mustang was sucking on his neck. And it felt good. And Mustang’s hands had moved down, and were gripping his ass. But at least Mustang was pushed up against his desk, pinned between Ed and the furniture. Mustang was the vulnerable one. And Ed could make him even more vulnerable.
Gritting his teeth - and trying ignore Mustang’s lips and tongue on his throat - Ed moved his hand down, reaching between the colonel’s legs. It wasn’t that different than touching himself, really. Except it wasn’t himself, but he didn’t think about that too deeply. He gripped Mustang with his flesh hand, stroking him through his pants with hard, quick movements. He heard Mustang gasp, and he grinned openly. He pulled his head to the side, pulling away from Mustang’s lips. Now he was the one sucking on Mustang’s throat, all the while jerking off the older man pinned against the desk.
He was well aware that his own body was reacting to all of this, but he ignored it. And he kept his hips away from Mustang - to make sure the colonel didn’t know he was getting hard. There was no way in hell he was going to let the other man know that. Instead he kept his attention on what he was doing, his teeth sinking into Mustang’s neck while he sucked at the skin.
Was Mustang wearing cologne?
Ed didn’t have much time to ponder that thought. He felt Mustang jerk in his hand, felt the front of the colonel’s pants grow damp. And then Mustang slumped back against the desk, breathing heavily and spent. Ed pulled away, wiping his hand on Mustang’s thigh.
There. Mustang was completely undone, rumpled and flushed and leaning heavily against his desk. Ed couldn’t help but grin. He’d known he could hold out longer!
“Like I said,” Ed said, smirking. “I’m really busy, so I’m just gonna go. Since we’re done here now.”
“I’ll expect… your revised report on my desk by four o’clock.”
Ed’s smirk fell off his face, and he gaped openly at Mustang. That was it?!? That was all?!?
Damn smug bastard! Fine. He’d get his stupid report.
After Ed made a quick stop off at the restroom.
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HAPPY APRIL FOOL'S, EVERYONE!
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I actually had a lot of fun with this!
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Good job ;)
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Ed and Roy seemed perfectly IC too ^^
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Yay! I'm so glad you think so!
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(Anonymous) 2007-04-01 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)lovely fic <3
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lovely fic <3
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And this was just... win. Pure incredible awesome win. XD The narrative voice, the characterization, everything. I was laughing my ass off because it's just so very much them. If the fandom wrote Roy/Ed the way you did, they might have had a fan of that pairing. XD This was the best April Fool's joke ever.
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I had to take a humorous route with it, and I'm so glad it all seemed to fit! Thank you so much for commenting, and I'm so glad you enjoyed! It was actually a lot of fun to write!
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