Seeing The Dark Of You, Chapter Two
Title: Seeing The Dark Of You, Chapter Two
Rating: NC-17
Type: Yaoi, A/U
Pairings: Roy/Ed
Warnings: Masturbation
Summary: With Ed's 18th birthday quickly approaching, his infatuation with Roy starts taking over more and more of his life. What will Ed do when that blessed day finally arrives?
A/N: Thanks to sarment for reading some of this the other day and making me keep going! <3 (*Always gets confidence issues with her fics! Dx*)
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“Brother?”
The word tickled at my consciousness for a moment, and I was jerked from my reverie by a hand on my shoulder. I started slightly before I realized that it was just Al trying to get my attention. My eyes drifted from the book I'd been reading--rather, trying to read as thoughts of Roy attacked me--and up to Al's worried face.
“Brother?” he repeated. His brows were drawn together and a slight frown pulled at his lips. “You're doing it again...” he said, the words almost coming out as a sigh.
“S-sorry, Al.”
As my birthday drew closer, day by day, I found myself spending more time drifting off like that, into uneasy daydreams of Roy. He haunted me, lacing all of my thoughts with his face, his voice. It was just like when Al and I were searching for the Stone--nothing else could latch onto my mind while that goal still remained. And now Roy was my new goal. My new 'Stone'.
I closed the book and set it down on the table beside the couch, giving it a frustrated look. Like it had been the book's fault I hadn't been able to read it.
“I really wish you'd tell me what's wrong,” Al said, his voice soft and not at all demanding.
But I knew better. That was Al's way of trying to force me into spilling it to him. God knows how, but my little brother was the only person I knew who could translate 'puppy-dog eyes' into a tone of voice. And fuck, did it ever work if you weren't prepared.
I was ready for it, though. He'd been doing it all week, passively prodding at me, trying to get even the smallest bits of information out. All I had been willing to admit was that, yes, I was distracted. But I wouldn't tell him why, or what I was thinking about. He'd find out soon enough after my birthday, anyways.
“'S not gonna work, Al,” I said, giving him a determined look. I slouched back on the couch, crossing my arms. “Just like it didn't work any of the other times.”
“I just want to help you, Brother,” Al said. He sat down next to me, close. Close enough that he could put an arm around my shoulders to try and comfort me. He gave me that look again.
“No,” I said flatly, snorting at him. “I don't need help with this.”
“But, Broth--”
“I said 'No', Al.”
Copper clashed with gold as we stared each other down, each one trying to make the other give in. But we were both stubborn as hell--one of the few personality traits we shared--and neither of us would back down to the other. This stalemate would not be broken easily.
“Fine,” Al said, letting out a frustrated noise. “But I'm here if you change your mind.”
Al pulled away and stood up, looking slightly hurt as he walked to go read in his bedroom. I lied back on the couch, stretching my legs out over the cushions, and let my thoughts take over.
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“Only four weeks left,” I whispered to myself.
A pleasant shiver ran down my spine as I lifted a pen to the calendar. My eyes dragged over the black, inky line as it was scrawled over the date, crossing it off. Each day I did it, I could feel something inside me rising up, coming closer to the surface. As to what it was... I had no idea.
But I was sure that it didn't matter.
I threw on my coat, pulling my braid out and letting it fall over my back. I'd started thinking of wearing my hair down lately. Maybe Roy would like it; it would definitely make me look more feminine. And Roy couldn't seem to keep his hands off of anything that even resembled the fairer sex. I shrugged, content to keep my appearance as it was, for the day at least. I had other things to try out on Roy first.
The walk to Central barely registered in my distracted mind. Over and over, my thoughts ran over all of the things I had planned out. I had come to the realization that I couldn't just go up to Roy on my eighteenth birthday and demand to be fucked. Even if the thought was tempting. I had to lure Roy into believing that he was the one who wanted me. That he was the one who was trying to seduce me, and get into my bed. He had to make the first--obvious--move.
I quickly found myself walking up the steps and into Central Headquarters. I absentmindedly waved at the receptionist and went to head off towards the library when she called out my name.
“Yes?” I said, stopping and facing her.
“Colonel Mustang wants to see you in his office right away,” she said, flashing a polite smile at me. I could see some small glint of apprehension in her eyes and held back a sigh. She always gave me that look when Roy had come asking for me in a less-than-pleasant mood.
“Thanks,” I said with a nod.
I turned and walked down the hall that led to Roy's office, finally letting out the long sigh that had built up in my chest. After one more breath, any trace of anxiety that was left within me had faded into excitement.
As I stepped up to the door of Roy's office, I stopped and knocked. I didn't want to just barge in like usual. Especially if he wasn't too happy with me.
“Come in,” he called out.
I opened the door, shutting it behind me, and walked in. I took a few steps and sat down on the couch. Leaning back, I put my arms over the back of the couch and let my legs spread a little. If it wasn't for the confident way I held my spine, rather than slouching, I would have looked exactly the same as I did every other time.
“You wanted me?” I asked, giving him a curious, slightly annoyed look.
When Roy's eyes locked with mine for just a few moments longer than they should have, my heart raced in my chest. It was pounding so loud that I was sure he could hear it. Though I prayed that he didn't. I had obviously done something right. He quickly looked back down at the papers in his hand and proceeded to speak to me at length about some more collateral damage that I had caused during my last mission.
I found myself too excited over his little slip-up to pay much attention to his words, though I don't think he noticed. I was always lazy and bored during our meetings, barely caring for what he had to say. My unfocused expression was nothing new and so he didn't comment on it past his usual asshole remarks.
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I had gone straight to the library after Roy's long-winded talk. I was huddled up in one of the far corners with an Alchemy book, like always. No one ever came around this section of the library, so I was always granted peace and quiet. Not that I needed it right then. The sounds in my overactive imagination were loud enough to keep me from reading as it was. I could practically hear Roy's screams.
A strong shudder racked my body as my arousal grew. There was no way I'd make it through the day without getting off. And soon. I shook my head a little, dislodging the thoughts temporarily as I stood up. As I headed for the restroom I both cursed at and thanked myself for wearing leather pants and a long coat, respectively. I stopped and, seeing no one around, walked into the restroom and locked the door behind me.
I leaned back against the nearest wall with my hips pushed out and my legs open, bracing myself slightly. My hand slid across my hips until it reached my clothed erection and I pushed the butt of my palm down hard against it. I hissed and let my eyes close, tilting my head back a little. An excited shiver ran through my body as I popped the button on my pants and eased the zipper open, savoring the sound of the metal teeth opening.
Roy shoved me against the wall face-first, his hot breath ghosting over my skin as he panted loudly into my ear. Shocks ran along my spine and I pulled his body close mine, moaning at the contact.
I tugged my pants and shorts down around my hips and gasped when I wrapped my hand around my cock. I stroked myself slow and hard, holding in a cry as the rough fabric of my glove ran over the skin. A flash of dull pain pulsed through me, heightening the pleasure.
My pants were around my ankles and Roy was pressing me harder against the wall. The cold tiles contrasted with the heat of his body against mine as he ground his still-clothed crotch into my ass. I cried out when I felt his hardness rubbing over me and bucked my hips back for more. I needed him inside of me.
As my hand moved faster over my cock, I had trouble keeping my noises in check. I raised my other arm to my mouth and bit down on my wrist to stifle my moans. My teeth dug deep into my flesh and I arched off the wall, bucking faster into my hand as the pain rushed through me and brought me closer to coming.
I screamed as Roy thrust into me, hard and fast. He hadn't stretched me at all and I felt like I would rip in half any moment. And I loved it. It made my nerves thrum wildly, and each time he slammed back into me, I cried out louder. My nails grasped at the tiles, searching for something to hold onto as I pushed back against his thrusts.
I bit harder on my wrist as I felt a loud moan welling up inside of me. My eyes shot open and my hips bucked frantically as the fresh pain quickly pulled me over the edge. I let out a soft, choked cry as I came over my hand. Both of my hands dropped to my sides and I slumped back against the wall, catching my breath.
After doing my pants back up, I walked to the sink and washed my glove out, ringing it dry afterwards. It was still a little damp, but as long as no one shook my hand, nobody would notice. I leaned my head against the door, listening for voices outside. Hearing none, I unlocked the door and walked out, heading back to the library so I could--hopefully--get some reading done.