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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Fullmetal_Alchemist
  Relationship:
      Edward_Elric/Roy_Mustang
  Character:
      Edward_Elric, Roy_Mustang
  Additional Tags:
      Dialogue-Only, Autofellatio, Office_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-01-08 Completed: 2010-01-15 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 535
****** Three Reasons ******
by a_big_apple
Summary
     Ed is extremely persistent and supports his argument with very
     specific examples.
Notes
     I think this might be the first FMA fic I wrote. Hundreds of
     thousands of words of fic later...I still think it's kinda funny. ;)
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Three Reasons *****
“Please, Colonel.”
“No!”
“Aww, come on…”
“I said no, Fullmetal—hey, what are you mmnph!”
“Mmmm…”
“…Edward…”
“I never would have guessed coffee could taste so good secondhand.”
“It’ll stunt your—get your hand out of there!”
“Hmm…in comparison, I’d say my growth is far from stunted.”
“ED!”
“Not so loud, idiot, you want Hawkeye to come bursting in here? Hey, let go of
my arms!”
“Not until you give me three good reasons, Ed. Three good reasons to break
every military and social rule about fraternization, homosexual relations and
the age of consent.”
“You’ve seen me eat, haven’t you?”
“Yes…”
“Well, that’s reason number one.”
“Your ability to inhale your food is supposed to turn me on?”
“I have no gag reflex, you bastard.”
“…oh…”
“And you’ve seen me spar with Al, right? And working out at the base gym once
in a while?”
“Yes, nobody’s denying you’re an unusually well-muscled and attractive fifteen-
year-old, and you’re certainly strong—”
“I can do a full split, Roy.”
“…”
“Also, I can suck my own dick.”
“Go lock the door.”
“Don’t you want to hear reason #3?”
“GO LOCK THE DOOR.”
***** The Third Reason *****
For the first few minutes of their sudden and totally unexpected affair, Roy
thought reason #3 must be Fullmetal’s highly-skilled tongue. It certainly got
plenty of exercise, hurling invectives at him across his desk, the very desk he
was now sprawled half-beneath. Edward’s use of that tongue in an urgent and
extraordinarily hot attempt to suck Roy’s tonsils out was far more pleasant
than hearing a disjointed report.
Then, as layers of clothing were ripped away with a snarl, Roy thought perhaps
reason #3 might be the automail hand that swept along his skin, cool at first
between the sudden heat of their bodies, but warming quickly. He boggled at the
fine motor control as metal fingers plucked his nipples to just the pleasant
side of pain, as though he were a guitar or maybe a big string bass, strung
tight and made to sing.
A few minutes later a sharp clap! sounded somewhere between Roy’s legs, and he
thought maybe reason #3 was Ed’s alchemical genius, most notably his ability to
make lube out of the dregs of Roy’s abandoned coffee. Then there was a finger
inside him, followed by another, teasing him open with confident skill, and Roy
thought that really he didn’t care what reason #3 was as long as Ed fucked him,
soon, oh dear God.
He had a lucid moment a little while later and thought this, this must be
reason #3, a combination of reasons 1 and 2, which was almost cheating, but oh
fuck he didn’t care about that when Ed, his crazy, underage, contortionist
subordinate Ed, could fuck him into next week and suck him off at the same
time. He must’ve said some of that out loud, because the blonde’s eyes flicked
up to catch Roy’s from behind a spray of long blonde lashes, and he hmmmed
around Roy’s cock.
The last conscious thought Roy had was that yes, this must be reason #3, and
damn, if he could have performed the same feat when he was fifteen, well, Maes
probably wouldn’t have married Gracia after all.
End Notes
     This fic was illustrated by the lovely obsinate_fate on LJ.
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