Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Type: Yaoi, Smut, PWPish
Warnings: Language, Crudity, Vulgarity, Incest
Pairings: Roy/Ed, Roy/Ed/Al, Roy/Al, Ed/Al, etc.
Summary: Ed and Roy find something to occupy their time while everyone is out on errands. Or... almost everyone.
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Roy Mustang looked in the mirror while washing his hands. He had a remarkably handsome face and captivating black eyes. Yes, he was good looking, thank you very much. A fucking sex pod, and when he wanted something, he got it.
No matter what.
That was him.
He snickered, thinking of all the women in Central that wanted him, and here he was, fucking around with those two little bastards. Grinning, he ran his hand over his uniform to smooth any traces left of what had been a fantastic ride. He replayed the image in his mind of mild mannered Alphonse going down on his hot headed brother.
Now that had been a good one. The look on Ed’s face had been priceless.
He wouldn’t have it any other way.
He’d screwed around with enough pussy to know that it was more of a bother than what it was worth. One night of pleasure often ended up being a few weeks of hell. Getting rid of a woman who liked you was like getting rid of cockroaches—incredibly frustrating and almost impossible.
Men now... they were a different story. He’d had his share of men too, and most of them didn’t want anything more than to get it on. Of course, there was the occasional guy who wanted more, but they were few and far between.
Although not forbidden, the military looked down on same sex relationships, and it was a thrill for
Fullmetal and his brother were a different sort of experience altogether. First of all, Ed was his subordinate—talk about a fucking risk. If anyone found out that he was screwing the little shit he could lose a few ranks, even get his ass kicked out of the military.
Then, of course, there was Alphonse, the boy who blushed like a virgin every time sex was even mentioned. The kid was still illegal, and
Just thinking about it made him hard.
Roy Mustang loved the risk, the thrill, of being possibly being discovered. He could still remember the first time he had realized how much of a turn on such hazardous behavior could be.
His mother had been taking a shower in the bathroom that connected to his parent’s bedroom.
The whole time his mother had been an earshot away. Of course, he would have known if she was coming when the shower stopped, but still…
After that he had re-folded the panties and returned them to where he’d taken them from. The rest of the day he had watched her with a grin on his face, knowing where the fabric that was pressing against her cunt had been.
Checking himself once more in the mirror,
He regretted not being able to see it start out, but he doubted that Al would have been able to convince Ed if he’d been in the room.
Not that it stopped him from continuing to try. He took her resistance as a challenge, and
Or on the couch…
Hell, he’d take her on the fuhrer’s desk if he could.
When he reached his office door,
What the fuck?
Decided to go to your place. Better than the dorms. If you hurry you won’t miss anything.
Suddenly a thought came to him and he rushed to his black trench coat and thrust his hand into one of the pockets.
“Those little bastards…” he growled at finding his keys missing. Yanking his coat off the hanger, he put it on and headed to the door, but stopped when Hawkeye entered the room with three folders thick with paper.
“Sir, the general has requested that I deliver these to you.”
“Fine. Stick them on the desk. I’ll get to them tomorrow,” he said as he tried to get past her, but she stepped in front of him. Letting out his breath in exasperation,
“It’s too early,” she said flatly in return.
Fucking cunt! he cursed at her in his mind, then said, “I have something to attend to.”
When her eyes narrowed,
“Colonel!” Hawkeye said sharply from the door to his office.
Without turning back, he raised a hand, waved, then muttered under his breath, “Do us all a favor and get laid.”
The growling noise behind him made