[FMA- Ed/Roy] x2 Need//Break
Title: Need
Rating: R
Genre: Angst/Introspection
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Summary: Ed's thoughts during an encounter with Roy.
Notes: Companion fic to "Break". Thanks to kreyana for beta reading!
He doesn’t know why he does this. It’s not like he wants to. Want doesn’t even play a part in this.
It’s late, as usual, and they are in his office. It’s silent, except for their breathing and the creaking of wood below them. As usual, the Colonel had shown him in without saying a thing, merely clearing the desk of papers and folders.
They never kiss, never touch anything they don’t need to. They’ve never tried to either, and Ed thinks it would break him if they did. He may start needing more.
Ed had waited until he was done, then walked over while undoing his belt for efficiency’s sake. He pulled down his pants and boxers in one stroke, careful because he was half-hard all ready. He learned the first time not to pull his pants down until he was close, the bastard didn’t need to see him waddle like an idiot again.
The Colonel, likewise, had his belt on the floor and his pants down by his knees. He’d prepared Ed in the usual manner, adding in a few swift, steady strokes to Ed’s erection. He didn’t need to do much else then, so he passed the bottle to Ed, looking for all the world like he was passing salt at a dinner party.
Ed had accepted it in much the same manner.
And now the wood is creaking below them, steadily because he hasn’t felt the need yet to lose control. His breathing is steady as well, heavy and hot on Ed’s neck. It’s nothing but feeling now and forever, building in steady waves. Ed needs to feel this, screw whatever anyone else may have to say. Even the more rational parts of his mind.
This need is now thickening his blood, narrowing his focus and making his breath go ragged after staying steady for so long. He can still hear the creaking over the slide of flesh and the Colonel’s panting, unsteady at last. Nothing else in the office creaked, and they had been all over it. Even that damn chair, even though it had almost dumped them, it had never creaked.
The desk is the Colonel’s favorite place, however. He always silently gravitates there. Ed hasn’t felt the need to complain, since the Colonel lasts too long on the desk anyways, never mind when they’re somewhere else.
He wonders why, though. Why the Colonel needs so much to be fucked over his own desk. He wants to ask. But he doesn’t.
Because he doesn’t need to, and this is all about their need.
Title: Break
Rating: R
Genre: Angst/Introspection
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Summary: Roy's thoughts during an encounter with Ed.
Notes: Companion fic to "Need". Thanks to kreyana for beta reading!
Roy wants to break the silence, he really does. But instead he does just as he always does, undressing and getting ready and letting Fullmetal get on with it. He doesn’t know when it became routine, this thin silence, broken by their breathing and the creaking of his desk. He just knows that he lacks the something necessary to break it with talk.
He likes his desk, and he should, since that’s where he spends most of his days now. It’s a solid barrier between him and his enemies. And it’s still solid beneath him now, creaking in the silence Roy would like to fill with moans. But he keeps his mask up, since Fullmetal won’t drop his.
Fullmetal’s rhythm is breaking now, and it’s not long before he comes, forgetting Roy for those few eternal seconds. Then his hand is back, keeping the same rhythm as it had before. It feels like ages before he reaches orgasm, before he can sag against the edge of his desk and breathe.
The desk creaks as Fullmetal shoves himself off Roy, and he wonders almost giddily what would happen if the desk broke. It would break the silence, at least.
So he stays silent as he and Fullmetal pull their underwear and pants up, as they fasten their belts. He wants to break their routine, but he doesn’t.
Ed doesn’t either. Doesn’t kiss Roy good-bye, doesn’t smile, doesn’t make arrangements for another time. Roy wants to give some indication that he wants Ed to do something, but he knows better.
It would break their masks of need, and Roy isn’t sure if they hide want beneath.
Rating: R
Genre: Angst/Introspection
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Summary: Ed's thoughts during an encounter with Roy.
Notes: Companion fic to "Break". Thanks to kreyana for beta reading!
He doesn’t know why he does this. It’s not like he wants to. Want doesn’t even play a part in this.
It’s late, as usual, and they are in his office. It’s silent, except for their breathing and the creaking of wood below them. As usual, the Colonel had shown him in without saying a thing, merely clearing the desk of papers and folders.
They never kiss, never touch anything they don’t need to. They’ve never tried to either, and Ed thinks it would break him if they did. He may start needing more.
Ed had waited until he was done, then walked over while undoing his belt for efficiency’s sake. He pulled down his pants and boxers in one stroke, careful because he was half-hard all ready. He learned the first time not to pull his pants down until he was close, the bastard didn’t need to see him waddle like an idiot again.
The Colonel, likewise, had his belt on the floor and his pants down by his knees. He’d prepared Ed in the usual manner, adding in a few swift, steady strokes to Ed’s erection. He didn’t need to do much else then, so he passed the bottle to Ed, looking for all the world like he was passing salt at a dinner party.
Ed had accepted it in much the same manner.
And now the wood is creaking below them, steadily because he hasn’t felt the need yet to lose control. His breathing is steady as well, heavy and hot on Ed’s neck. It’s nothing but feeling now and forever, building in steady waves. Ed needs to feel this, screw whatever anyone else may have to say. Even the more rational parts of his mind.
This need is now thickening his blood, narrowing his focus and making his breath go ragged after staying steady for so long. He can still hear the creaking over the slide of flesh and the Colonel’s panting, unsteady at last. Nothing else in the office creaked, and they had been all over it. Even that damn chair, even though it had almost dumped them, it had never creaked.
The desk is the Colonel’s favorite place, however. He always silently gravitates there. Ed hasn’t felt the need to complain, since the Colonel lasts too long on the desk anyways, never mind when they’re somewhere else.
He wonders why, though. Why the Colonel needs so much to be fucked over his own desk. He wants to ask. But he doesn’t.
Because he doesn’t need to, and this is all about their need.
Title: Break
Rating: R
Genre: Angst/Introspection
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Summary: Roy's thoughts during an encounter with Ed.
Notes: Companion fic to "Need". Thanks to kreyana for beta reading!
Roy wants to break the silence, he really does. But instead he does just as he always does, undressing and getting ready and letting Fullmetal get on with it. He doesn’t know when it became routine, this thin silence, broken by their breathing and the creaking of his desk. He just knows that he lacks the something necessary to break it with talk.
He likes his desk, and he should, since that’s where he spends most of his days now. It’s a solid barrier between him and his enemies. And it’s still solid beneath him now, creaking in the silence Roy would like to fill with moans. But he keeps his mask up, since Fullmetal won’t drop his.
Fullmetal’s rhythm is breaking now, and it’s not long before he comes, forgetting Roy for those few eternal seconds. Then his hand is back, keeping the same rhythm as it had before. It feels like ages before he reaches orgasm, before he can sag against the edge of his desk and breathe.
The desk creaks as Fullmetal shoves himself off Roy, and he wonders almost giddily what would happen if the desk broke. It would break the silence, at least.
So he stays silent as he and Fullmetal pull their underwear and pants up, as they fasten their belts. He wants to break their routine, but he doesn’t.
Ed doesn’t either. Doesn’t kiss Roy good-bye, doesn’t smile, doesn’t make arrangements for another time. Roy wants to give some indication that he wants Ed to do something, but he knows better.
It would break their masks of need, and Roy isn’t sure if they hide want beneath.