Roy x Ed - Secret Fetishes

The brazen young alchemist tugged at his coat, pulling it closer around his numb body. The weather in December was always terribly bitter, with snow falling inches thick and the smaller offices in Central being pathetically lacking in a heating system were always a death trap. He attempted to warm himself by hugging his body tightly but as the pale flesh of his left arm meet the harshness of his automail he pulled his arms apart suddenly. He sometimes forgot how cold his automail could get. He missed the days when his right arm could feel warmth and return it to his body...but of course that was before his sin. Before he ripped not only himself but also his brother apart. Edward Elric's mind flashed back to his younger brother, back to the days when Alphonse wore his own skin and felt warm when he hugged him. Now his brother was as cold as his dead right arm. Nothing but cold, dead metal.

"Damn this fucking office, what are they trying to do? Kill me?" screeched Ed as he shivered frantically in the bitter cold. He still couldn't find any new research concerning the Philosophers Stone in the military archives and with Al off training extensively with Izumi the brothers situation concerning the stone was becoming ever bleaker. Months had passed without any new discoveries, no new information from anywhere and with Doctor Marco reported dead there were no other leads coming up. It was no use attempting to use the red water, it was just a fake imitation with dangerous risks but even manipulating its qualities to some how find the final product was out of the question. Without Marco everything was lost and all his research was leading Ed in circles. He couldn't afford to cause great loss again, he'd felt it once but according to every allie the Philosophers Stone demanded a certain amount of blood shed before anything would be given to the creator in return. Just like equavliant exchange. The basic law of alchemy.

"FullMetal..." came a deep, penetrating voice from the doorway. Ed turned to find Mustang standing at the entrance, holding two cups of hot drink. His face was soft and sultry, his lips curved into a smile. Ed raised his eyebrows suspiciously, what was he so happy about? And since when had Roy Mustang, the great flame alchemist began to serve drinks to anyone under his command. Ed felt himself stiffen as he gazed at Mustang from across the room.
"Yeah..." asked Ed attempting to sound as un-interested as he possibly could.
"Bought you so some hot chocolate short stuff," Grinned the Colonel.
"Please do not tell me you just called me short stuff again!" screamed Ed, fixing an angry glare towards Mustang. The colonel placed the cups down next to Ed and simply chuckled deviously at the sight of the young FullMetal Alchemist's face.

"Calm down kid I'm trying to be nice here," smiled Mustang as he placed his hand a top Ed's head and began ruffling his messy golden locks. Ed was growing continously suspicious of the colonel's actions. Roy Mustang wasn't often one for even attempting to make the peace and especially not with Ed.
"Shouldn't you be out molesting women?" scowled Ed.
"Edward, you have me all wrong. I'm a gentleman, a true man of class," grinned Roy as he proudly titled his neck upward and glared at Ed intensely.
"Yep, you're a man of class alright, I bet you we're a perv back in school too huh? You probably have a schoolgirl fetish. Bet thats were the miniskirt idea came from right?" grinned Ed as he took a moment to process the thought. He could picture it clearly... a young Roy Mustang taking a sneak peek at all the un-knowing girls getting changed after PE ... He could even imagine Roy's perverted little face and let out a little snigger at the thought.

"Careful there FullMetal, with that hair of yours and how short you are you could probably be mistaken for a schoolgirl," laughed the Colonel. I knew it, thought Ed, he only came down to take the piss out of my height again.
"Just put you in a little miniskirt and you'd be perfect," howled Mustang.
"Alright, alright, I get it so I'm small I'm still growing ya flame throwing, pompous military dog. Y'know I'm only 15," screeched Ed as he jumped from his chair and began a vicious attack on Mustang. As Edwards hands flared madly, Mustang proceded to grab FullMetal by the wrists and securely pin him to the desk. Roy held firm to Ed's wrists and took pleasure in placing his legs either side of his captives. Ed's face blushed slightly, his golden hair falling in whisps across his flushed face. His mesmerising eyes grew wide and he could see his cold breath in the air as he began to breathe heavily.  

"Now, now FullMetal don't make me hurt you," smiled the Colonel deviously. Ed felt his face burn bright red as he couldn't help but imagine what Roy might do to him.
"Get off now you pervert," screamed Ed as he squirmed persistently and broke free of Mustang's grip on him. He distanced himself from the Colonel, as he stroked his sore wrists tenderly. He could still feel his face blushing and he'd suddenly broken out into a profound sweating. His heart was beating so fast. He wanted to know what the fuck was going on.
"You know FullMetal you talk pretty tough when it comes to alchemy and getting back your brothers body but..." the Colonel stopped and grinned as he grabbed Ed from behind and slowly began nibbling his ear. Ed tensed and tried to pull away.  "In the end... you're just a kid," smiled the Colonel as he loosened his grip and walked slowly towards the door.

"Oh and FullMetal I want you in my office at six sharp," grinned Mustang.
"Six? But everyone else goes home at half five today," proclaimed Ed. His heart began to beat faster and faster. His blood pumping furiously in his face.
"Exactly," Mustang smiled in his devious way and turned back to the door. Edward was left standing, alone and confused in the middle of the bitter cold office except this time he himself wasn't cold. His body felt warm and excited, sweat dripping sensuously down his spine. He breathing was still heavy and profound, he just couldn't calm himself down. Suddenly, he realised something disturbing. He lowered his hand steadily. Working his way down his chest, past his pant line and rested his hand gently on his bulging crotch. He was  hard as anything and he hadn't even realised it because his body was in such a profound heat...
Six 'o' clock. What the hell did Mustang have planned for six 'o' clock?

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