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Ed sultrily moved his fingers around the rim of his whiskey glass. In the corner of his eyes he saw the man sitting next to him swallowing dryly, eyes enraptured. The itch ignited in his belly, a fuzzy warmth fell over him.
It was such a thrill to be desired.
The combination of anticipation and the whiskey finally made him stop fidgeting and he sighed in relief as he felt himself get grounded to the Earth. Momentarily this was the only way that didn’t involve beating thugs in an ally to finally get him to relax.
It had been four years since they stopped the world from ending and he had lost his alchemy. Four years since he had resigned from the military and he decided to live life as a civilian.
He took a sip of his whiskey, darting out his tongue to trace the rim of the glass and he made a show to moan softly as the brown liquid burned down his throat. The man next to him choked.
After a life full of adventure, being a civilian wasn’t easy.
He was thankful for having all the previous issues resolved and getting Al’s body back of course, but Edward could not help but miss his old days.
Leaving for Creta had helped, he departed that train when he was nearly 18 years old. He would get into occasional trouble on the way and he was too busy studying and seeing new places to get restless.
And when it would all get a little too much, he would just think of Winry waiting at home.
Winry who deserved the world and yet Ed had only given her a broken heart. Winry had waited on him patiently, but with the promise that he would come back and they would settle down. He had tried so hard, but it had become stifling in that house, in that village. After months of trying and endless and endless of fights, Ed left Winry crying in the doorframe with an apology.
So much for not turning out exactly as his old man.
Ed fought of the grimace, not wanting to dwell on his mistakes while he had an audience to seduce.
Alphonse and Ed returned to Central and earned a contract for civilian work for the military and they did a ton of research and had made a lot of important discoveries. But when the itch and restlessness returned, his vision would blur, he would fidget, until he went out in the night to beat and get beaten in return.
But Al worried. And Ed could not do that to him. So, he promised Al he wouldn’t go out again. But Ed could not help it. His itch would return, his vision would blur. He needed release. Ed had been alchemist, if anyone could find another way to get out of his head, it was him.
So, he discovered sex, discovered strangers.
It started with picking up girls, the thrum of a night interesting enough. But when that didn’t work anymore, he started picking up guys. Guys were rougher, more painful, stronger. They would use him and hurt him and Ed loved it. The anticipation of a night spiked his adrenaline and that satisfied the itch as well. Al became happier when his brother didn’t return with bloody knuckles, but Ed didn’t dare to tell him what he had taken up to quell his thirst.
The blonde focused on the present, dragging his thumb across his lip, catching a bead of whiskey that had dropped from his glass. With a slow dart of his tongue, he licked it off, relishing in the strong taste of it. The guy next to him had started panting and his stare nearly stripped Ed from his clothes.
Ed smirked.
‘’Like what you see?’’ He purred to the man.
The guy flushed red, but lowered his hand on Ed’s thigh. The warmth and roughness of the palm spiked that dangerous thrill he was looking for.
Ed instantly stood up and took the hand, leading him to the hotel room for the night.
XX
Ed slid on his pants. Fuck, it had barely helped. Lately it felt like it had been getting harder and harder to satisfy his needs this way. It didn’t hurt enough, it wasn't rough enough, it didn’t pull him out of his head long enough.
All he wanted was to escape, but it wasn't working like it used to.
Something was so very wrong with him. Nobody else seemed to be needing this. Al was content at home, doing research work and household chores. Winry couldn’t understand any of his fidgeting.
He felt so fucking alone.
‘’That was fun,’’ the guy spoke from the bed and Ed startled out of his thoughts, nearly forgetting that he had been there.
‘’Yeah,’’ Ed hummed, without really meaning it. It would have been more fun if the guy had been rougher, if he commanded the room.
Very quickly the image of General Mustang snapped by, before he quickly chased it away. His dick twitched in his pants at the thought and Ed groaned. Fuck, the amount of authority the General commanded in his office alone already made it hard to think when Ed visited. And something told him that the General wasn’t as nice in the bedroom as this guy had been at all. The thought nearly set him aflame.
Yes, Roy Mustang seemed like a man who was into some pretty intense things behind closed door and ever since Ed had returned to Central he could hardly control himself around the man.
It was so inconvenient to have wet dreams about his previous commanding officer and a guy who was fucking 14 years older than him.
‘’We can do this again, if you want?’’ The guy… Brian? Or maybe Thomas? Ed didn’t even remember, asked, still draped in sheets on the bed.
‘’Yeah, maybe.’’ He said and quickly pulled his tank top over his head before he headed for the door and slammed it shut behind him. His heart hammered away in his throat as he took two stairs at a time, instead of waiting on the elevator, his restlessness nearly making his skin crawl.
What was he supposed to do now?
He could always find someone else, but somehow the thought didn’t seem as appealing as before. Ed would just pick up another Brian or Thomas and end up leaving disappointed. He clenched his fist and breathed deeply and willed his unease away.
It was too early to panic, even if every fiber in his being wondered how he was going to solve it this time.
XX
‘’Brother,’’ Al sighed and Ed looked to his little brother with a tilt to his head, ‘’can you stop drumming on the table? I can’t focus on what I’m reading.’’
‘’Oh,’’ that made two of them then, Ed had been staring at this single sheet of paper for over an hour now. ‘’Sorry, Al.’’ he withdrew his fingers from the wood and sat on them instead, just to keep them still.
God, it hadn’t even been a couple of days since the last guy, but the restlessness was back with a vengeance. He thought about going to the bar tonight, but thinking of going out and finding someone else somehow made him sick to his stomach. Ed had felt so empty after, so unsatisfied and it had scared him a little bit. Sex had been his only outlet that worked.
He looked over at Alphonse, his little brother was deeply engrossed in his research, his blonde hair still cut short and Ed’s heart panged. He couldn’t go out and start beating guys around again, not it if it meant that Al would give him those looks again.
He would endure.
Maybe Ed had just given into the itch too much? Maybe if he left it alone long enough, there would stop being an itch left to scratch. Or he could leave it alone for a while and then go back to his old habit of picking up a guy and it would be thrilling enough, because it had been a while.
Yes, that would do.
With new determination, Ed poured himself back into his research and whenever he would get distracted, he would think of Alphonse’s sad eyes and disappointed grimace.
XX
Ed opened the door to the office with a grumble. Stupid Al for making him come here and do this. It had been 3 weeks since his last escapade which hadn’t done anything for his restlessness and he was vibrating in his skin.
This really wasn’t the smartest moment to be visiting the man who was occupying his fantasies lately. Ed had come every day to the mean smirk of his lips and the thought of General Roy Mustang pounding into him.
Edward swallowed the dryness that settled in his throat, steeled himself and walked through the door.
‘’Fullmetal,’’ Mustang smiled his silky smile, Edward curled his lips in distaste. Damn politicians and their pleasantries, he just wanted to drop his research and leave. ‘’To what do I owe this pleasure?’’
Ed came to a rigid halt in front of the General’s desk. He stiffened his back, not wanting to show the older man how affected he was by the voice alone.
‘’Edward Elric, bastard.’’ He answered roughly and immediately cleared his throat. Though Mustang had a higher status, Edward wasn’t a dog of the military anymore, nor an alchemist with the name Fullmetal. Mustang also wasn't his superior officer anymore.
Mustang should respect him, at least a little bit.
Especially when Edward was doing the General a favor by sharing his and Al’s research with the man for a project. The way he was behaving was making the hairs on Ed’s arms stand up. He had half a mind to turn on his heel and take all of his precious research with him. Orders be damned.
‘’Hm?’’ Roy cocked his head to the side, a small smirk on his lips and Ed sucked in a breath, feigning indifference.
‘’I’m not an alchemist anymore, remember. I work here as Edward Elric now.’’ He said through clenched teeth.
Ed really hadn’t volunteered to come here, but Al had acted suspicious when Edward had vehemently protested and made him. How could he tell his little brother that it had been 3 weeks since he fucked anyone and just being in the same room as Mustang made him buzz.
He swallowed as Mustang’s heavy stare went up and down his body. The blonde started tingling all over and heat spread through his limbs. He prayed to the heavens that he wasn’t as flushed as he felt.
‘’My apologies, Edward.’’ Mustang relented his stare and leaned back in his chair. ‘’Old habits die hard. However, you should address me by my title as well.’’
Ed hoped that the team behind him was unaware to the tension in the room, the blonde nearly choked on it.
‘’Yes, General Mustang.’’ Ed forced out with a snarl. God that shouldn’t feel as erotic as it did. The blonde frantically started thinking of research and household chores to stop his dick from hardening in his pants.
Mustang tutted, but there was something primal in his voice when he answered. ‘’That hard to say, huh? We have to work on your tone, but it will do for now.’’
Fuck. Ed needed to get out now. The air was so thick, his body was on fire and his itch was way too present to be here. Mustang cornering him against the desk, his team on their lunchbreaks and nearly coming back as the General whispered filthy things in his ear, the slide of the rough uniform against him and his hands on his – no. Fuck.
He was about ready to bolt.
He nearly threw the research on the desk in desperation and crossed his arms over his chest as a physical border. ‘’Al thought you would want a copy of our research report,’’ Ed started casually, willing himself to get back in business mode and his research. In all fairness, it was truly interesting biology alchemy. ‘’It could be helpful for your project to increase sustainability. We made some pretty interesting discoveries about improving botanical qualities and the purification of the -’’ Ed realized he was rambling and flushed. ‘’Anyway, just read it.’’
Mustang had a smug little smirk on his face, probably proud of himself that Edward was so flustered and rambling, but he let up and composed it back into that neutral face that Ed always hated.
Goddamn politicians and their games.
‘’That’s very thoughtful of Alphonse.’’ The General said at last, already skimming over the pages. ‘’Thank you for bringing this to me, Fullmetal.’’
Ed ground his teeth, was Mustang reminding him of his days as a dog for the military because Ed brought this to him like a dog would? And hadn’t Ed said to use his name just now? All of the sexual fluster he had disappeared into downright annoyance.
‘’No problem,’’ The blonde grinned brightly, trying not to show how easy Mustang could get under his skin and probably miserably failing. The thought annoyed him even more and he leaned forward, his palms flat on the desk. And then he opened his eyes and spat fire at the General as he whispered ‘’bastard,’’ defiantly.
Mustang positively glowed at his insubordination and gave him a dangerous smile and Edward nearly buckled on his knees at the promise it held.
Instead he saluted his General and turned on his heel and fled out the door.
Out in the hallway he slammed against the wall, clawing at his chest where his heart was thundering away. His whole body was flushed and shivering and Edward gulped in deep mouthfuls of air.
He needed to find someone and tonight. This was unbearable.
XX
A few hours later he nearly slammed his work down as the clock told him he could go. Al gave him a curious glance, but Ed was out of the door with a ‘’see you tonight’’ before he could say anything.
It was still a little early to pick someone up, since there was still a dinner rush, but he could try a different bar tonight and see if that worked out. Something more akin to a pub, instead of his usual place that he usually frequented later at night.
He entered one that seemed busy enough a couple blocks from the Central Military station. It seemed rather simple, but held some nicer details like leather couches. It reminded Ed a little bit of a mixture between a Gentleman’s club and a pub.
He sat down at the bar and ordered a beer along with his dinner. A handsome man sat down next to him and Ed’s leg bounced on the leg of his chair.
‘’Cheers,’’ the man said when he received his beer and Ed toasted his glass to his and took a sip, washing the day away.
He was handsome enough, he was a bit older, but definitely large in statue and he held an air of authority. Ed guessed the man wasn’t in the military, but did hold a position of power, maybe a lawyer or a doctor. He was dressed in a three-piece suit and sat impossibly straight.
Ed was attracted to the air the man radiated right away and he felt a familiar hum set over him. He looked around some more, just to skim for other options, but came up short.
‘’Though day at work?’’ The man next to him asked and Ed startled out of his thoughts with a polite smile.
‘’You could say that,’’ Ed smiled invitingly, ‘’Mister?’’
‘’Benjamin,’’ the man, Benjamin, responded and Ed vowed that this time he would remember it.
‘’Nice to meet you, Benjamin,’’ Edward stuck out his hand. ‘’I’m Ed.’’ Benjamin took his hand and had a strong grip and rough hands. Ed hadn’t noticed a ring on the man’s finger, but it was too early to judge.
Their conversation remained strictly polite, but no one more interesting had shown up, so Edward humored Benjamin while they both ate their food. After their plates had been cleared, Ed expected the man to say goodbye and leave.
Ed blinked in surprise at the flirty smile on the man’s face as he offered Ed a whiskey. Oh - oh. Ed looked up through his lashes, a shy, but flirty smile on his lips. Benjamin's grin widened.
The game was on.
They talked for a little bit longer and Ed was genuinely interested. Benjamin was a professor and research was Ed’s lifework, so they had a lot to discuss. Conversation flowed easily and Edward started feeling fuzzy after the third whiskey.
The thrum of the alcohol in his veins made him bolder and Benjamin had truly been a more interesting candidate than he’d had in months. If anyone could get him out of this empty rut, it would be this guy.
Ed’s veins felt on fire and he smiled cheekily at the man as he looked through his lashes. Benjamin reciprocated with his own charming smile, spreading his legs a little on his barstool.
Ed swallowed a sip of whiskey, softly hummed in appreciation and licked his lips. Feeling his senses start to muddle in his brain as he saw Benjamin’s heated attention.
Suddenly the blonde was desperate for it, desperate for the hot press of skin and his warm lips. He wanted to taste whiskey on them, wanted Benjamin to pin him against a wall and attack his neck while he pounded into Ed. The thought sent shivers down his spine and his cock twitched in his pants.
But no matter how interesting the night in the room was, there was something so thrilling about the foreplay at the bar. Hiding secret glances and heated stares behind casual conversations and alcohol. It made Ed dizzy with want.
Fuck, it hadn’t felt this good in the longest time.
Ed licked his lips in anticipation and the man across from him narrowed his eyes and stood up from the barstool. Benjamin’s hand leaned on Ed’s thigh and his cock twitched again.
‘’I’m going to pay our bill and when I come back,’’ Benjamin started and there was a fire in his eyes that made Ed thirsty, ‘’I will take you up to my room and show you how hot and bothered you’ve been making me.’’
Ed groaned softly at the thought, arousal taking place. ‘’Yeah?’’ He hoped his eyes showcased exactly how much he wanted it.
Benjamin’s smile was promising and he touched Ed’s back as he passed him on the way to the register. Ed shivered. His eyes followed the man, licking his lips with want and – oh fuck no. The haziness of the alcohol and his arousal lifted when he spotted a familiar figure behind Benjamin, sitting at the far corner of the club.
What the fuck was he doing here?
Mustang’s dark eyes were openly staring at Ed, and Ed suddenly felt like they had been for a while. The General’s military jacket was off, but he was wearing his boots, trousers and button-up, rolled up at the sleeves and Ed wished he was closer so he could stare at the skin that was always hidden at work. There was a glass of dark liquid in his hands. He cocked his head when he noticed Edward watched him and fucking smirked.
He was surrounded by beautiful women on either side, but his full attention was on the blonde across the bar.
Ed’s mouth ran dry.
All of the earlier excitement and power he felt paled in comparison to the power he felt now at the startling realization that Mustang had been watching him the entire time. His lips fell into a satisfied smile and he stared back at Mustang through his lashes, dropping his head into his hand. Challenging him.
Mustang’s answering grin was cocky and dangerous, and that was all Ed needed to be completely hard in his pants.
His skin crawled and Ed hummed in content, drunk on the whiskey and the heated eye contact, he was so focused on it, he startled at the touch of a hand on his neck. The only reason why he hadn’t slammed Benjamin headfirst in the bar in shock, was probably the slow response due to the alcohol.
Old habits die hard after all.
He looked up into the dark green eyes and instantly missed the onyx orbs from the General. He smiled regardless and tucked the tension away under his ribcage.
‘’You ready to go?’’ Benjamin nearly purred in his ear and though the thought before had been so promising, now Ed was reluctant to let this little game with the General end. Still he grabbed his coat and stood up.
Ed could feel Mustang’s eyes burning in his back as the man led him through the crowd. The thought made him shiver.
The whole night he was with Benjamin, he imagined it was Mustang hovering over him and he could not get the eyes out of his head.
He avoided Mustang like the plague after, throwing himself into his research and ignoring Al’s questioning looks.
XX
‘’Fullmetal,’’ Ed recognized the voice straight away and he groaned in his glass. Roy fucking Mustang slid in the stool next to him and ordered a bourbon. ‘’Fancy seeing you here.’’
There was nothing fancy about it and they both knew it. A week ago, Mustang had sat in the corner staring holes in Ed’s back, while the blonde shamelessly flirted with a stranger. He was still trying to get those dark, focused eyes out of his system. He shivered as the General’s hand brushed against his side when he took his coat off.
Fuck him, that bastard, he did that on purpose.
‘’It’s Ed. Or Edward. Or Elric.’’ He corrected the General without a fight. ‘’I don’t really care as long as it isn’t Fullmetal.’’
Edward startled as Roy Mustang laughed next to him. He stared at the easy-going smile on Mustang’s face with barely concealed surprise. Mustang smirked or grinned or smiled his I want something from you smile. Not this natural, warm one Ed was witnessing right now. ‘’Noted, Fullmetal.’’
Ed bristled, but left it. He knew that Mustang was doing this to pick a fight with him and he wasn’t going to give the bastard the satisfaction of responding to it today. His leg bounced up and down on the foot of the chair as his fingers drummed restlessly on the wood of the bar. ‘’Bastard,’’ he grumbled.
‘’Sit still,’’ Mustang remarked offhandedly as he received his bourbon from the bartender with a polite smile. Ed instantly stopped drumming his fingers and picked up his whiskey glass.
The itch brought a restlessness along. He hadn’t picked up anyone to stifle it after the last guy, not that it every completely disappeared.
‘’So,’’ Mustang started casually and Ed braced himself, fully expecting him to start about last week, but then, ‘’how are things at the lab? I read the report, I particularly enjoyed the part about how we can alter the quality of the plants and make them more durable for winter, I’ve been thinking about how we can integrate that into our current farming system.’’
Ed beamed proudly and silently thanked Mustang for starting about work. Not only was it an easy topic to talk about, he was genuinely proud of the results. His and Al’s hard work had definitely paid off. ‘’I know, we even took up gardening to proof our theory. Al’s surprisingly good at it, I think he’s going to keep doing it even though our research is mostly done.’’
Mustang smiled politely at that. ‘’It does suit Alphonse nicely,’’ he agreed easily. ‘’What about you?’’
He shrugged, taking a sip of his whiskey. ‘’What about me?’’
‘’Alphonse has adjusted well to his life in Central. Have you as well?’’ Mustang asked again, his voice lower than it had been before and his eyes interested.
Ed hummed and thought about it. Had he? Unconsciously, his foot started tapping against the chair again and he started fidgeting in his seat, his fingers trailed along the rim of his glass, fingernails catching in the ridges. Maybe household and gardening did not really suit him, but he liked living with Al and he loved his work and -
‘’Sit still,’’ Mustang commanded with a growl and Edward stiffened in his chair, unsure if it was the surprise of hearing Mustang’s commander voice off the clock. A throaty noise left his lips without permission and Ed instantly flushed in embarrassment. Something magical happened, a hazy drum fell over him, as if he’d had 4 more whiskeys, instead of only a couple of sips and he hadn’t sat so still in days.
The itch retreated. Ed blinked in disbelief. That had never happened so easily before.
‘’Good,’’ Mustang praised him and Ed bit his lip to contain another moan, his erection pressing against his tight pants. ‘’Finally, Fullmetal. You never stop moving around, do you?’’
Ed held his breath and didn’t know what to say or how to respond at all, so he kept still.
‘’Well if I had known that would have shut you up, I would have done that years ago.’’ Mustang teased and took a sip of his bourbon, but his eyes burned into Ed’s still frame.
‘’Fuck you,’’ Ed muttered darkly, embarrassed by the turn of events. Why was he sitting here, all hot and bothered, nearly moaning because the General gave him one fucking order?
Get it together, Ed.
‘’Well it is true, you have been rather restless since coming to Central.’’ The General raised his eyebrows, as if he challenged Edward to start lying.
‘’What?’’ Ed whipped his head up sharply in surprise. ‘’How did you know?’’ And shit, he just admitted it too?
‘’Anyone could see, Ed.’’ Mustang took the liberty of actually saying his name – that was nice. ‘’You’ve been unfocused at work. Alphonse is worried.’’
That got his attention. ‘’Al?’’ He asked softly, suddenly a little panicked. He had tried everything in his power not to worry him.
‘’Yes, Al. He came to me a few weeks ago and asked me to keep an eye out for you to stop you from doing stupid things, but you’ve been doing that for a while now, huh?’’ Mustang’s eyes glittered dangerously and Ed bristled, they both knew he was talking about Ed going home with the guy last week at the bar. Or maybe Mustang knew about all the fights Ed got into before. Probably both.
‘’You’re not my babysitter anymore, I can take care of myself.’’ Ed responded with fire, scowling at Mustang's disbelieving hum. He didn’t say anything for a little bit, until the silence got on his nerves. ‘’I have been restless.’’ Ed admitted with a shrug, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, instead of the fact that he hadn’t shared this with anyone and he was losing his damn mind.
There was something about the way Mustang sat down next to him tonight that pulled all of the fight out of him. Ed hadn’t felt that in months, maybe years. He tried not to think about it too much, but it was grounding and a little terrifying.
‘’It’s not strange considering the pace of my life before.’’ Ed backtracked defensively, regretting his honesty. He felt like all of his cards were open on the table and Mustang had yet to show him any of his.
‘’Can I offer you my assistance with that?’’ Mustang asked with a lilt to his voice, except it wasn’t pleasant or cocky or flirty, it was serious. There was a fire in the General’s eyes that lit Edward himself aflame and spread through his body. Everything about Mustang’s face and words were a promise. A promise to make the itch go away and get Edward out of his head.
Ed’s eyes widened, he swallowed around the sip of whiskey too quickly and it burned down his throat.
And oh.
Oh.
How Ed wanted that.
He nearly choked on his desperation to accept him, to get him to help. Anything to get out of his head and escape. God, there were nearly tears in his eyes from the frustrations of these past weeks, months, years. He’d felt like a stranger in his own body. But he couldn’t answer, couldn’t get passed his pride.
Mustang sighed as if he saw Ed’s conflict with himself in his mind and tilted his head, with a small smile that said Edward was being stupid. It instantly pissed Ed off, so he glared. ‘’How long has this been going on?’’ Mustang asked pleasantly, as if they were talking about the weather.
‘’Since Promised Day.’’ The blonde answered honestly after giving it some thought, closing his eyes in defeat. Mustang’s eyes widened and he choked on his drink. Ed absentmindedly pat his back as he sighed at the pity in onyx eyes.
‘’Jesus, Ed.’’
‘’I know.’’ Ed sighed.
No one had known. No one except Al, because he couldn’t hide anything from his little brother. But they had never said anything about it to each other, they had never discussed it and Edward was afraid it was because his little brother felt guilty that Ed had sacrificed Alchemy and the Military for Al’s body. His itch started shortly after.
He would do it all again in a heartbeat.
Everything for Al.
Mustang hadn’t said anything and the silence was deafening and so Ed just started to fill it with his own voice. ‘’It cost me my relationship with Winry, it’s why I traveled through Creta and when I returned to Central, I started fighting.’’
Now all of his cards were on the table, open and bare – a sign of good faith. Ed faintly wondered if the General would be open and honest with him too, but dismissed the thought with a wry smile. The man was a strategic politician, he would not show Ed mercy.
The thought made him a bit sadder than he expected.
‘’So, you were looking for a beating?’’ Mustang’s voice was a little rough, but the bastard’s face was as composed as ever.
Ed shrugged, unsure of the implication behind it. ‘’I guess,’’ had it been about beating or being beaten? Ed was sure it was more about the adrenaline, about the endorphins, about finally feeling alive and not thinking so much.
Ed glanced at Mustang and at the understanding in the glittering eyes. Ed ignored the lump in his throat and looked at the whiskey in his glass. He was seriously fucked up and he knew that. There was no way that Mustang could understand, he was probably being polite, that smarmy bastard.
‘’I thought it was you, the cells were constantly filled with petty criminals.’’ Mustang responded quietly, his head resting neatly on top of his folded hands. He sounded amused, but there was also a heaviness that Ed didn’t dare to look too deep into. ‘’We had a lot of paperwork.’’
‘’Yeah,’’ Ed grinned proudly, remembering all the thugs that he had stopped, but it disappeared as quickly as it came when he remembered his own bruised body and Al’s sad eyes. ‘’I didn’t know what else to do and it helped. But Al worried.’’
‘’And your way of solving this is by picking up strangers in a bar and letting them use you?’’ Mustang asked, without shame. Ed flushed, he wasn't inexperienced at all, felt pretty confident in his sexuality and himself, but Mustang talked about it like he was reading the news instead of discussing Ed's private life. ‘’Does he know about this?’’
‘’Of course not! And you better not tell, I’m 20 years old, Mustang.’’ Ed answered defensively, annoyed at the thought that the General now had something to hold over his head. ‘’As if you haven’t fucked your way around half of Central.’’ He muttered in his glass.
The blonde heard Mustang click his tongue disapprovingly and saw him narrow his dark eyes in the corner of his eye. There was something about it that made it hard to breathe.
‘’But it doesn’t work anymore?’’ Mustang asked, after he finished the last of his bourbon. Ed shrugged and quickly threw the last of his whiskey back, relishing in the burn it left in his throat, willing it to distract him.
Roy fucking Mustang had offered his assistance. And Ed knew exactly what it implied. There had been too many heated stares and powerplays between them to ignore it.
And wasn’t this exactly what Ed had been looking for? Hadn’t this been the reason that he’d sat at this bar for the better part of last week instead of his usual place, hoping to catch a glimpse of the General? Wasn’t this why he had been shamelessly flirting with strangers, but had not gone home with anyone? God, he was pathetic, but now that the offer was nearly on the table, he did not know what to do. He needed to think. But it was so hard to do that next to the General.
‘’Ed,’’ Mustang’s voice was commanding and Ed stiffened in his chair, his heart thundering away in his ribcage. ‘’Does it work?’’
Mustang casually rolled up the sleeves of his crisp button-up, flexing his strong forearms and Ed wanted to drool. Instead he glared at the General, who only looked back innocently.
‘’You know the answer to that,’’ Ed bit back with a snarl, rising out of his chair in anger. He couldn’t stay here any longer, the air was thick and promising and Ed was so close to getting on his knees and beg the older man to take care of it all and Ed couldn’t do that.
He wouldn’t do it.
‘’Sit down, Ed.’’ The General’s voice was still commanding, but lost some of its previous heat and the tension disappeared between them. Ed eyed the door, contemplating his next move.
‘’God, just look at you.’’ The General groaned under his breath, but Ed heard him and considered the older man carefully. Mustang looked composed, but his eyes were glazed and he was breathing heavier and oh.
He was as affected by this as Ed was.
How the tables had turned.
Ed sunk back down in his chair, high on his newfound power and he smirked dangerously, Mustang narrowed his eyes at the change in his composure. ‘’I suppose it hasn’t worked for a while now, General.’’ Ed practically purred the word out and relished in the sharp intake of breath from Mustang. That bastard always got off on his position and he knew it.
He was back in the game.
Ed licked his lips and smirked when he saw the General’s eyes trace his every move. How had Ed not noticed his obvious desire before? ‘’Let’s say I let you help me,’’ the blonde started casually, even when he was on fire by the attention. ‘’What makes you so different from the other men I’ve had?’’ Mustang’s fist clenched around his empty glass and Ed positively glowed.
Ed was presenting him with a challenge Mustang would not want to back down from.
Two could play this game. After all there was a reason Ed was sitting at this bar, but there was also a reason why Mustang had come here and slid in the barstool next to him.
They both wanted the same thing.
‘’Fullmetal,’’ The General warned him with a growl, but Ed was too high on this to back off.
‘’You remember the guy from last week, right?’’ He continued on daringly, his eyes sparkling with defiance, ‘’he was pretty good. Are you sure you can beat that?’’
Ed was very positive Mustang could beat that, after all, he came to thought of the General while he had been with that guy. Ed couldn’t even remember his name.
Mustang’s fist tightened and Ed hungrily drank in of the sight of the muscles in his forearms flexing.
He became a bit disappointed when the man rose from his barstool and threw down a couple of coins to cover their drinks and neatly put on his coat. Ed deflated a little bit. Fuck. What had he done wrong? He was so sure the General would bite. Ed had pushed all his buttons exactly right to regain some control. Ed wouldn’t be the only one to surrender all his power.
But now Mustang was leaving. He gazed at the bar in shame.
The General tugged on his blonde ponytail, hard enough for a dull ache in his skull and Ed’s vision swam. He turned around to the man in surprise, and could have cried in relief when the man cocked his head to the door with dark eyes.
Fucking finally.
The fight completely left him as he shot out of his seat and flung on his coat, tailing after the General who hadn’t waited on him at all. He nearly stumbled when some guy bumped into him and Mustang turned around to grab his wrist so tightly it hurt and pulled him along.
The older man kept his brutal pace, tugging the blonde by his wrist for a block and then quickly turned into an ally. It was dusty and dark and Ed started the wonder why they were stopping here, instead of going straight home or to a hotel.
Mustang turned around with wild lustful eyes and Ed’s own widened as he was pressed roughly against the wall. His cock, which had been hard during their foreplay in the bar was now straining against his pants and he whimpered. Vaguely he heard his heart rushing in his ears, but his eyes only focused on the man before him.
There was a lust in the General’s eyes, his jaw tight and Ed wanted to kiss that strained vein in his neck.
Mustang’s hands, which held Ed’s shoulders firmly pinned to the dirty bricks behind him wandered to his throat. The fabric was rough, but the touch was soft and dangerous as fingers fluttered over his racing pulse.
Ed wanted Mustang to wrap them around his throat.
And squeeze.
Mustang leaned forward, keeping Ed very still and Ed went rigid with anticipation as the man pressed his lips against his own. Mustang’s lips were soft and warm and so familiar against his own. There was only gentleness, no heat yet and Ed wanted it. He wanted the swirling of tongues and the heat and pressing closer and closer, but Mustang was in control here, though Ed wasn’t going to give it to him that easily.
He’d been thinking about kissing this man (and more) for so long.
Ed tried to wrap his hands around the General’s neck and pull him closer, the kiss getting more heated with the second as Ed fought for control. Mustang grabbed his jaw, keeping him still into place and tilted his head, before he licked into Ed’s mouth.
The man was controlled and persistent and Ed groaned in frustration, nipping Mustang’s lower lip using his teeth to try to get a reaction out of him. Mustang’s answering growl was music to Ed’s ears and he smiled into the kiss, satisfied.
Mustang dug his fingers harder into Ed’s jaw as his other hand grabbed onto Ed’s waist hard enough to bruise and Ed whimpered, there was something so primal about the marks that would adorn his skin the next morning.
He could not wait to observe them in the mirror tomorrow and press his fingers into them to relive this night over and over.
‘’God,’’ Mustang groaned, panting hard and Ed’s attention snapped back up to the man, the kiss broken. Ed longed for his mouth back on his. ‘’Look at you all quiet for me. You want this, don’t you?’’
Ed’s face flushed an even deeper red and he turned his head to the side. He didn’t dare to say anything, afraid he would say yes, please, sir instead of denying it, but he didn’t fight the hold Mustang had him in.
The General chuckled and one of his hands wrapped around Ed’s jaw tightly and turned his head, forcing the younger man to look at him. Mustang forced a thigh between the blonde’s and Edward bucked forward with a keen when it came in contact with his neglected cock.
‘’Oh,’’ the General’s laugh was mean and dirty. Ed mustered up all of his strength to glare at him. ‘’You really want this, hm? Just look at you, all flushed and hard and pretty for me. I bet you’ve been thinking about this for a long time. It’s all over your face, how desperate you are, waiting for me to take care of you.’’
The words were filthy and Ed shivered and bucked his hip at the thigh, desperate for some friction. Mustang’s fingers tightened, digging in his shoulder. There was a fire in his belly, his mind so cloudy he could hardly think.
‘’Well?’’ Mustang prompted and trailed his fingers back to Ed’s neck, over his racing heartbeat, his fingers tightening around his neck just slightly, teasing. Ed was in agony, waiting for the General’s every next move. ‘’I expect an answer, Fullmetal.’’
He leaned against the wall behind him as if it could carry all his weight. All he knew was he needed relief, he’d wanted this for so long, but admitting it out loud was too much. He moaned instead, rutting against the thigh, mouth falling open in silent pleasure.
The man pulled his leg away with a ‘’tch’’ and pinned Edward against the wall when he tried to follow him. Edward whimpered at the loss, bucking his hips into thin-air and he was so desperate he could cry.
‘’Ed,’’ he heard the General say, but Ed was so far gone, he needed Mustang back where he’d been before. ‘’Shh,’’ Mustang said softly, his voice losing his dangerous edge. The weight of a hand left his hips and something was rubbing Ed’s cheeks and Mustang was being gentle, way too gentle. ‘’I’ve got you, Ed. We’ll stop.’’
No, no. Ed’s eyes opened in shock, anything but stopping now. He’d never recover.
Ed was falling apart at the seams. Pride be damned. He needed Mustang to break him and put him back together again.
‘’Please,’’ Ed choked out, the first word he’d spoken since they left the bar and he was so far gone, he couldn’t even care anymore. Mustang’s hitched breath was so rewarding that Ed repeated it like mantra. ‘’Please. Please bastard, please don’t stop. Don’t leave me!’’
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Ed knew that he was going to regret this or be embarrassed about it later, but he couldn’t care. He just wanted relief, help, needed something. He didn’t even know what he was begging for, he just knew that Mustang could provide it and he’d trusted the man, wanted him to take care of it.
‘’Ed, no, I’m so sorry.’’ Mustang said, his voice wasn’t that thrilling deep one he’d heard nearly all night. Ed instantly missed it. He bucked again, growling in annoyance when Mustang restrained him. ‘’We need to talk about this.’’
‘’You….’’ Ed’s words were heavy, his eyes blurry. He was stumbling over them, choking on them in his need to get Mustang, his fucking superior officer, the subject of all his fantasies, to give him exactly what he wanted. ‘’You offered to take care of me, to help me.’’
‘’Ed…’’ Mustang sounded broken, torn in conflict. Ed matched him, his breathing erratic, his want plane for any passerby to see if they would dare a look into this dark and abandoned alley. The thought made him even harder, a moan escaping his lips.
Ed did not feel human.
He had never felt anything like this before.
‘’Show me.’’ Ed demanded desperately, his eyes glassy, his lips bruised from the kissing. ‘’I need you.’’
Fuck how Ed needed him, tears threatened to leak out of his eyes, his body looking for any contact he could get. He was so drunk on this feeling, his skin tingled and he felt so hot.
‘’Okay - fuck, Ed, okay. I’ve got you.’’ Mustang buried his face in Ed’s neck where he was sweaty and his heart was racing. ‘’Shhh, it’s okay, I’ll take care of you.’’ he whispered into feverish skin. Mustang began littering his neck with kisses, his thigh returned between Ed’s legs, moving deliberately against the blonde’s cock.
Ed threw his head back hard against the dirty walls, desperately trying to hold on as he bucked his hips against the wonderfully hard muscles. Mustang bit down hard on the erratic pulse in his neck.
Ed made a sound he’d never made before.
‘’That’s it, Fullmetal.’’ Mustang’s voice was lower again, rough and commanding, directly in the shell of his ear. Ed shivered. ‘’You’d do anything for me right now, wouldn’t you?’’
Ed didn’t answer, so fucking close, his vision went white, stars dancing in front of his eyes. He came crashing down hard when Mustang pulled back, leaving Ed teetering on the edge.
Ed mewled and trashed, opening his eyes to be pinned by lustful onyx eyes. The answer was written there, Ed knew exactly what the man wanted to hear.
'’Yes sir, I’d – ah - do anything. Anything, please!’’ Ed was vaguely aware that he was begging like a dog, but his body craved the release too much to care. Mustang positively glowed, his erection pressed against Ed’s side, a smirk on his lips.
“Please what?’’ Mustang whispered, his voice low and rough. If the man had touched him, Ed would have come. That voice did things to him.
It was unfair really.
Ed had been nothing but compliant, and still the bastard wanted more. He was pushing his luck. Over his want and need, the blonde grew annoyed. The haze lifted a bit. He’d begged enough. It was Mustang's turn to finally put his money were his mouth was.
Ed ground his teeth together, steeling his spine. He wouldn’t give in – he wouldn’t damn it. This had gone too far already, Mustang wasn’t going to get anything out of him anymore that would embarrass him further.
As if Mustang sensed the strengthening of his resolve, the man smiled, a glint in his eyes that had Ed look away. He wouldn’t give him the pleasure – a moan slipped out of him at the sensation of Mustang’s body sliding against his own once more.
Mustang was touching him again, the man’s erection digging into his hips as he worked his thigh between Ed’s legs. Ed trashed against the wall, there was so much pain from being so stimulated, so teased, so edged. It felt magical.
It hurt in the best way possible.
His vision started to blur, his release building, his cock so hard it hurt, and then Mustang pulled away again and no – no – no. ‘’Bastard. No, no, not again. Please, sir!’’ Ed’s head turned to the side, swallowing the last bit of his pride, begging for his life. ‘’Please let me come.’’
Mustang grasped his jaw roughly between silky fingers, turning Ed’s head toward him so the General could watch his release. ‘’Good boy,’’ he praised, his hips picking up their movement and giving Edward exactly what he needed.
‘’Ah - fuck!’’ And just like that, Ed fell apart.
XX
Ed awkwardly shifted into the dark leather of a chair, grimacing as his skin touched the drying spot in his pants. He was still coming back from the most intense orgasm he’d ever had – by dry-humping his previous commanding officer while he’d called Ed a ‘’good boy’’.
He wanted the ground to swallow him whole.
For a second, the blonde contemplated making a run for it. Mustang was pouring them a drink in the kitchen, he could probably make it to the door, run straight home and bury himself under the covers like a child.
Mustang returned with a mug of coffee before Ed could make up his mind about it. He took it with a slight grumble of ‘’thanks’,’ avoiding direct eye contact.
The older man chuckled, amused. Ed’s cheeks heated up and he glared up in defiance, his heartbeat stuttering at the fond look on the man’s face.
‘’Drink up, Ed.’’ Mustang said warmly and Ed blinked, looking down at the caramel color of the coffee. Cream and sugar. His cup was warm and he realized suddenly how much the night had taken out of him. He gratefully took a sip.
How did the bastard even know how Ed liked his coffee?
‘’So…’’ Ed trailed off when the silence lasted too long. This was awkward. He should’ve bolted when he had the chance.
‘’It’s okay, Ed.’’ Mustang placated easily, so much like that politician he was during the day. Ed’s fingers clenched around his mug in anger.
‘’No,’’ Ed shot forward in his chair, nearly spilling hot coffee. He quickly took another sip. ‘’It’s not okay. You just dry-humped me in an alleyway and I begged for it and came in my pants like a fucking teenager.’’
His shame was boiling beneath the surface. How could he ever face himself in front of his friends again? How could he ever look in the bastard’s eyes again without shame? How could he ever challenge the bastard again without Mustang gloating about this night? Shit… his eyes were blurry.
Fuck, when was the last time he’d cried?
Ed desperately tried to swallow them down, blinking to make them leave, but they were there to stay.
Why couldn’t he control it? Why didn’t they go away?
Shit, Mustang would see now. Ed quickly covered his eyes with his free hand, swallowing a sob down. Well, the man had literally heard him beg and seen him come apart, what difference would the tears make now.
Get it together, Ed.
He stiffened when warm fingers gently pried the coffee cup from his hand and Ed let go, swallowing his sobs. Gentle hands manhandled Ed into Mustang’s lap, his tears soaking the man’s pristine white button-up.
Why was he even crying?
He was feeling too much, it was overwhelming. He’d never been as vulnerable with anyone as he’d just been with Mustang. He felt shame and anger, but mostly relief.
The itch…. It was completely gone.
He didn’t think he would ever completely be free from it like this.
It had weighed on him more than he ever thought. Now he could finally breathe normally again. Everything was so calm. It was like seeing the world again for the first time in a while.
‘’Shhh..’’ Mustang stroked his hair, rocking him like Ed was a baby to be handled with care, instead of a fucked-up adult. ‘’It’s truly alright Ed. This is a very normal reaction to everything that just happened. I’m here.’’
Fuck that man and knowing exactly what to say. Ed would’ve bitten his head off in any other situation, but after the moment they shared, he welcomed the comfort. Craved it.
It made Ed only cry harder, sniffling in Mustang’s shoulder, wrapping his arms around the man he felt so safe with, the man who wasn’t judging him at all. Ed’s hands clutched into the material of his shirt like a lifeline.
‘’Ed,’’ Ed raised his tear-stained face at Mustang’s uncertain tone. The General’s eyes were raw, completely vulnerable. ‘’Fuck, I don’t know – I don’t know if you’ll want to hear this. But… I just want you to know, I have never carried so much respect and admiration for anyone, but you. God – Ed. You’re so strong all the time, I would be honored if you did not always need to be… not around me at least. I want to take care of you. This is between us, no matter what happens.’’
Ed chuckled awkwardly, his tears eased up. ‘’Jesus, Mustang. Corny fucker.’’
‘’Roy,’’ Roy corrected and kissed the top of Ed’s head, chuckling as the blonde scowled at him. ‘’After the night we’ve had you can call me, Roy. Only outside of the office, though.’’
‘’Roy.’’ Ed repeated, though the word still tasted strange in his mouth. Bastard, Mustang, General and now Roy.
‘’I’m sorry.’’ Roy cleared his throat, shame in his gaze and a slight blush traveling up his neck and ears. Ed blinked in surprise, he grinned at the General’s obvious discomfort. At least they were both showing new sides of themselves tonight.
‘’I shouldn’t have lost control of myself like that, you were just pushing my patience and the way you looked and –‘’ Mustang groaned, as if it pained him just thinking about it and his cock twitched beneath Ed. Ed was vaguely aware that Mustang had not climaxed, because he had caught Ed who hadn’t had the strength to even stand after his mind-blowing orgasm. Ed didn’t envy his blue balls. ‘’But it doesn’t matter how crazy you drove me, I acted irresponsibly. I’m sorry. I meant to take you home and talk about it – I don’t normally lose my composure like that. I should have asked for consent.’’
It felt like a wall had broken down between them.
Ed suddenly felt high on that same power that had hit him at the bar. To get Roy’s respect and openness now. It felt like Roy was showing him that it was okay, that he appreciated Edward’s honesty and vulnerability, that he realized its value and would reciprocate.
They were equals here.
‘’Don’t worry, Roy. I wanted it.’’ He reassured him, moving his hips to tease the man and relishing in the hiss and the playfully heated look in the General’s eyes. He settled down quickly, no matter how much he wanted to go on. Ed realized that they had a lot to talk about and decisions to make before they went any further.
Even if he wasn’t looking forward to a few of those conversations.
God, what were they now? Fuckbuddies, lovers, boyfriends? Ed thought about coming home to the man, eating dinner together, cuddling on the couch and felt his heartbeat speed up.
Now the itch had finally cleared up and he could see the evidence before him, it was so easy. He had fallen in love just a little bit with the man. Not that he would be the first one to tell him that. Ed worried his lip between his teeth and a finger pried it free. Mustang looked at him, want written all over his face.
Ed grinned. They had time to figure it all out, but one thing was certain, Mustang wanted this just as much as him.
Ed knew that what had just happened between them in the dark alley was only a little bit of foreplay. There was so much more, and there was one man he trusted enough to explore it all with.
He laughed, his shame and tears forgotten. ‘’If dry-humping can give me an orgasm like that, I wonder how hard I’ll come when you spank me.’’ Ed wondered aloud, feigning innocence.
‘’Careful now, Ed. You’re putting ideas in my head.’’ Roy growled lightly, his voice low and husky. Ed shuddered.
‘’I can’t wait, Roy.’’ Ed responded cheekily, before moving in to capture the General’s lips. The kiss wasn’t feverish or hot, it was lazy and honest and Ed relished in the warmth of it.
It held a promise of so much more.
Ed truly couldn’t fucking wait.