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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Fullmetal_Alchemist:_Brotherhood_&_Manga
  Relationship:
      Edward_Elric/Riza_Hawkeye, Riza_Hawkeye/Roy_Mustang
  Character:
      Riza_Hawkeye, Edward_Elric, Roy_Mustang
  Additional Tags:
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Shota, Murder, Gun_Kink
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-03-28 Words: 1322
****** Flashbang ******
by SonjaJade
Summary
     Roy has pissed Riza off good this time, and she decides to get REALLY
     even with him- on his desk, no less.
"You want me to what!" Ed exclaimed as Riza shoved him into Mustang's office.
"You heard me." She quickly began unbuttoning the heavy blue jacket of her
military uniform, then unbuckled the waist wrap. The lieutenant was untying her
boots when Ed backed up into the nearest wall and slid to the floor. "Don't
freak out on me, Edward…" she warned.
"I-I…" he stammered. "Lt. Hawkeye, I can't-" He buried his face in his hands,
then pulled back and stared down at the automail hand. "I couldn't face Winry
if I did… I couldn't let her touch it ever again if I did!" His head snapped up
at the sound of everything on the colonel's desk being swept into the floor
with a crash. Riza stood naked except for her shirt and her state issued
firearm. "You're better than this, don't let Col. Fuckwad get to you this way!"
According to Lt. Hawkeye, Col. Mustang had said something to the effect that
she was his, and she politely told him she was noman's property. She was going
to go home when she spotted the elder Elric munching on an apple in the
hallway. She'd grabbed him and dragged him here, to the office of their mutual
nemesis… and she'd asked him to transmute his hand for her…
Hawkeye popped the clip from the handgun and emptied the chamber. She slammed
it on the desk and pulled her shirt over her head, glowering at Ed as she
unhooked and removed her bra. The adamant resistance Ed was putting up was soon
silenced as he took her in, mouth and eyes wide open as she stomped over to him
and jerked him to his feet by his collar. "Come on, Ed," she cooed as she
methodically undressed him. "You hate him more than I do. Don't you think it
would piss him off to no end to know that you'd taken me before he could?" She
practically ripped his right sleeve off to get to his steel arm… It's dark
metal smoothness gleamed in the low light and her breath hitched.
Suddenly she slowed her pace, then stopped altogether. Mahogany eyes met his
golden stare, "Do you feel anything with it?" The lieutenant touched his
automail arm reverently, lightly fingering the scar where his flesh met the
steel socket.
Ed's breath began to quicken as he answered her. "M-mostly just pressure and
temperature…" He watched as her eyes seemed to glaze over, and she dipped down
and licked the scar tissue, slowly trailing over to the surgical metal and
groaning at the scent of the sweet mechanical oil that kept the internal
workings from locking up. He could feel the warm trail her hot tongue was
leaving along the cool pieces of his shoulder… Even though he was vehemently
opposed to this… idea of hers, he couldn't deny that to feel such a thing
racing through the partial nerves of the automail assembly wasn't fucking
incredible. Despite being an unwilling participant, he felt his virgin flesh
rising; felt it speaking to him to give this experience a chance before damning
it to hell. "R-Riza…" he breathed.
Slender fingers tipped with short nails grazed over his body, pulling the
remainder of his clothing away as she continued to taste Winry Rockbell's
prosthetic creation. Lt. Hawkeye knelt to untie the boy's boots, and Edward
finally opened his eyes on the woman at his feet. She was panting lightly in
the low light, seemingly focused on stripping him bare in the fastest time
possible. She pulled the left boot off first, exposing his metal toes to her
hungry stare. Her fingers danced down the hard lines and contours of the false
foot, and Ed had to close his eyes again when he saw her bent over and laving
at the steel there.
The lieutenant grabbed her own nipple as she tasted the cool and smooth metal,
so aroused that she could barely wait to begin. Finally, she pulled herself
from her daze and pulled the rest of Elric's clothes from his body. She stood
up and planted a searing kiss to his trembling lips and took the replacement
hand and bid him to squeeze her breast. A mutual moan rang through the room,
and the woman pulled away…
"Come on, you want to do this… I can hear it in your voice."
Ed shook his head. "You know I don't, you bitch."
Riza smiled as she pulled him to her superior's desk. "You can pretend I'm her,
I don't care."
"She'd never ask me to do this…" he whispered, scowling as he continued to
follow Lt. Hawkeye.
"You don't know that." She pulled him up to sit on the leather covered desktop.
"A girl who's as dedicated to the automail industry as she is might have a few
kinks about it tucked inside that toolbox she carries. I wouldn't be surprised
if she's used her own wrenches when she's thinking of you…" She arranged him
how she wanted the boy positioned, then grabbed her gun and said, "Go on,
transmute already!"
Ed looked into his lap, staring at his rock hard cock springing up from his
golden nest. Riza was right… He did want to do this, on some level at least. He
closed his eyes and sighed sadly, "Winry, please forgive me…" He clapped his
hands together, and instead of transmuting the short blade from the back of his
wrist; the impromptu weapon he used when fighting hand to hand; he instead
forced a long, fat, smooth steel dildo up from his inner wrist.
"Can you make it more realistic?" she asked. "You know, more like the one in
your lap, Ed." She watched with bemused eyes as he actually looked down and
studied himself before cursing under his breath and trying it again. The thing
crackled then morphed, going from a smooth cylindrical shape to a textured
replica of Ed's maleness, right down to the big vein with the random path
running from the right side to down under the length and disappearing into the
mechanics of the forearm. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked
experimentally. "Yes… this will do nicely." She handed him the gun.
"What the fuck is this for?" he asked as his shaking plain hand took it from
her.
She laid her legs around Edward's hips, bent over and buried her nose at his
knee where the smell of the machine oil was strongest, then reached back and
encircled his hardened flesh with her warm hands. Ed couldn't help the whine
that left him as she replied, "I think you can figure it out…"
After a moment, Ed regained enough of his composure to do as she demanded, and
he slid the barrel of her handgun deep in her puckered opening, then he slid
the facsimile of his cock in her other opening, his metal fingers squirming
inexperienced and untrained over her clitoris. His automail nerves were
overloaded. He felt her shivering heat clamping down and rippling around the
dildo he'd made for her, could feel her hot tongue lapping at his leg, her
sounds threatening to make him combust under her distracted touch right there.
"Move, please Ed!" she cried as she rocked her ass in his face. The image of
her shining pistol gliding in and out of her rear opening, coupled with the
sight and feel of her strangling his transmuted wrist was entrancing. He moved
the two objects oppositely of each other; when one slide deep the other was
pulled back… "Harder!" she gasped as she ran her tongue inside the housing of
his knee joint while one hand stroked the smooth metal plates of his shin. His
see-saw actions soon sent her over the edge, and both of them missed the quiet
creak of the door under the sound of Riza's explosive orgasm.
However, they didn't miss the loud crack of Mustang's snap.
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