Drabbles Part 2
For sky_dark Ling/Roy/Ed, Juxtaposition
ARRANGEMENT OF CONVIENIENCE (RATED R)
Ed felt a bit guilty of cheating at first, but then just angry. Ling wanted a deep, committed and yet at the same time non-exclusive relationship with him. Roy wanted more or less the same thing -- Ed at his beck and call, but at the same time the freedom to sleep with as many women as he could seduce into his bed. Both wanted him to be theirs exclusively, and they were constantly squabbling over him as if he were the last donut left in the box.
When he juxtaposed his two lovers, they matched up nearly exactly: the same manipulativeness, the same lechery, the same need to drive Ed insane. Well, honestly, neither of them could complain if Ed cheated on them. It was clear that fidelity wasn't that important to either of his lovers. A threesome seemed to solve all their problems.
"Think of it this way," he proposed to them. "As long as we are all being unfaithful, we might as well be so together."
Ling and Roy sized each other up for moment before agreeing.
For mikkeneko Ed/Al/Scieszka, bookmark.
SEXUAL ALCHEMY (Rated NC-17)
It started as a study group - perfectly innocent. They'd meet at the entrance of the library and confer for a few minutes on what they were looking for and then they'd each go off their separate ways. At the end of the day they met up again at Scieszka's house to fumble bookmarks and compare notes. It was a quick, efficient and fun way to do research.
But then it began to change. Al started them in the new direction, suggesting they research an alchemist called Dee. It turned out in addition to being very powerful in Alchemy, he had a somewhat steamy side as well, and the three of them had laughed well into the night about his tantric exploits.
Which then led to researching sexual alchemy. And then just plain sex. And finally to this.
"Is it good?" Ed asked as he thrust into Al from behind, driving him into Scieszka.
"Yes," gasped Al, feeling moist lips, tightness and fullness at the same time. He was stimulated almost beyond words.
"Great, then I get to be in the middle next."
For Circe67 Havoc/Roy "woobie" (the I'm too lazy to look up what that word means version)
I have no idea what "woobie" is, so I've decided it's a nonsense word one utters when one is full of nervous anticipation and dread.
GIVING UP (Rated PG-13)
Woobie, thought Havoc. Here I go. Reasoning hadn't worked, and neither had threats, but perhaps guilt would do the trick.
"I give up," Havoc said aloud. "I can't compete with you, sir."
Roy leaned his head on the palm of one hand and looked innocently up at his subordinate. "I don't know what you mean."
"I mean my girlfriends. They are yours. I give up. I’m just going to be celibate."
Roy frowned, then stood up. "That is unnecessary, Jean. We don't need to compete."
Jean raised an eyebrow. "You are going to stop chasing my girlfriends?"
"Well that depends, " said Roy, his mouth sliding into a sly smirk. "On if you give me something better to chase."
For circe67 Roy/Havoc "woobie" (the correct useage)
BASTARD (Rated R)
He's such a woobie. He should be screaming at me to stop, fighting me off, and yet he's just going to let me do this. And I am such a bastard to use him this way.
Mustang pulled Havoc's pants until they were off. The taller man said nothing and wouldn't look at him.
I was wrong to steal his dates, Mustang continued to berate himself. I was wrong to manipulate his misery. I'm wrong to make his normal sex life contingent on satisfying my perversions.
Havoc was doing his best to try not to shrug away from his touch, and to hold the small protests back in his throat, as Mustang mouthed his chin, neck and chest.
What kind of man forces another to choose between abstinence or sleeping with a partner he clearly doesn't want? Mustang thought as he finished undressing himself.
With a firm hand he guided Havoc to lie on his stomach. Havoc's movements were a bit stiff but he didn't fight.
Clearly, thought Mustang, I'm a slave to my own lust.
For stickmarionette Hughes/Ed, brilliance
TEMPTATION (Rated PG-13)
The boy's brilliance was amazing. Even when the boy was eleven, Hughes found his intelligence attractive in every sense of the word. It was, in fact quite difficult at times to remember that he was indeed still a boy, and he needed the things all teens did. A warm shoulder to cry on, a voice of reason in his ear.
The boy thought of him as a father, but Hughes couldn't think of Ed as a son. It was that brilliance again. At times Hughes found himself feeling absurdly YOUNGER than Ed. And those times he'd looked to the teen for understanding, even as he looked down on his small form.
This was one of those strange times. Though Hughes knew he was the adult, and he should be the one to stop it, he let Ed hold him. It's just comfort, he reasoned to himself, what all children need. Ed's not a child, he's a man, said another part, and he knows what he's doing. And even though the two rationales were mutually exclusive, he bought into both them, because a third part of him loved the feel of Ed skin too much to say "no."
For rathanylankan Roy x Ed x Al, Pillow Fight. (rated PG-13)
"It's your turn," said Ed. "I had to perform that duty last night." He rubbed his neck a little and shook himself to get out the kinks. "Besides I have work tomorrow and you know I can't get good sleep when he does that to me."
"Oh, for heaven's sake, " Al said. "I was it three times in a row. I say I get a weekend off." Al threw himself back on the king sized bed, "Besides, he prefers you anyway. You are closer to the right size."
Ed grabbed a pillow and whacked Al on the head with two parts playfulness and one part pure revenge. "I'm not short. And besides, he prefers you, my automail isn't soft and cuddly enough for him."
Al grabbed a pillow and gave back what he got. A feather escaped though the weave.
Roy stepped out of the bathroom to see the two of them engaged in battle. "What are you two fighting over?"
They both stopped and looked him in the eye. "Who has to be your snuggle pillow tonight," Al fessed up.
For autumn_416 Envy x Ed x Roy, Socks. (RATED G)
It was petty, Envy knew. Very petty and low, and utterly unworthy of him, but he did it anyway. He stole into Mustang's house in the middle of the night. Carefully, lifting the socks out of the drawer, lacing them with pepper powder, silica and other irritants. He then placed them back in the drawer.
Sweat would help activate the concoction, and by the end of the day, Mustang would be one unhappy little Colonel. The final touch was to leave several strands of Ed's long blond hair on the sock drawer. Envy hoped that it wouldn't be too subtle a clue.
Sure enough the next morning Mustang left work early, in a very foul mood, which he refused to explain to his underlings. The day after Fullmetal was called into Mustang's office and berated for most of an hour about practical jokes and breaking and entering.
Envy hung out in the window and watched. Yes it was petty, but sometimes the smallest acts were the ones that pleased the most.
For ushigami Roy/Scar, donuts
TRUCE (Rated G)
Roy liked sweets. It was his one true failing… unless one counted the womanizing, and maybe the arrogance -- not that he actually was arrogant. Or a slut either. In fact, come to think of it Roy didn't have ANY failings. Except perhaps where it came to sugary treats that did nothing for his waistline or his dental hygiene.
Scar also liked sugar, though he rarely ate it. In fact, as a boy sweets were reserved for the high holy days. Later, as an adult wandering the world and carrying out God's mission, Scar rarely had the time or money to indulge in them.
So it happened that Roy was drinking coffee and idly making short work of a chocolate covered, cream filled delight on the same day that Scar found a couple of cenz in the gutter outside of that very same bakery. For five minutes they were both so engrossed in their flakey sweet pastries that they didn't even notice the other sitting no more than five feet away.
Then first Roy's eyes rose up over Scar's long well muscled torso. Then Scar sensing eyes upon him turned his head and took in the slighter, dark haired alchemist.
Roy's hand slid to his pocket where his glove was.
Scar lifted his hand.
Scar looked at Roy's berliner. Roy looked at Scar's éclair. Then both resumed, silently eating their donuts.
For wired_lizard Sloth/Lust/Pride, punishment.
CURE FOR BOREDOM (NC-17)
"Pride has been a naughty man," purred Lust. "The rest of us have been working OVERTIME on Dante's project and what have you done?"
"Hardly anything," agreed Sloth. "I must say it's positively boring to watch you all day long."
Pride suppressed his smile, because after all this was supposed to be punishment the two were doling out. He allowed them to strip and bind him to his chair, legs thrown over the arms. The door was locked, and it was late, but the sheer danger of doing this in his own office brought parts of his body to full attention before the women even began.
"Has your wife been keeping you too busy to do real work?" murmured Lust, drawing a line down his naked shoulder to his elbow. Blood welled up briefly behind the touch, but the wound was well healed by the time Sloth followed up with her tongue.
"Your wife is boring, too," declared Sloth. "I bet your son would be a better lay."
"Leave my family out of this," said Pride with a hint of warning in his voice. The game did not go in that direction.
"Well, I think it's time you provided us some satisfaction," Lust announced, climbing into his lap, and lowering herself on him.
Sloth knelt below stroking his ass with hard fingers briefly before turning her arm to water and pressing in. "Yes, satisfaction."
What followed was definitely not boring.
ARRANGEMENT OF CONVIENIENCE (RATED R)
Ed felt a bit guilty of cheating at first, but then just angry. Ling wanted a deep, committed and yet at the same time non-exclusive relationship with him. Roy wanted more or less the same thing -- Ed at his beck and call, but at the same time the freedom to sleep with as many women as he could seduce into his bed. Both wanted him to be theirs exclusively, and they were constantly squabbling over him as if he were the last donut left in the box.
When he juxtaposed his two lovers, they matched up nearly exactly: the same manipulativeness, the same lechery, the same need to drive Ed insane. Well, honestly, neither of them could complain if Ed cheated on them. It was clear that fidelity wasn't that important to either of his lovers. A threesome seemed to solve all their problems.
"Think of it this way," he proposed to them. "As long as we are all being unfaithful, we might as well be so together."
Ling and Roy sized each other up for moment before agreeing.
For mikkeneko Ed/Al/Scieszka, bookmark.
SEXUAL ALCHEMY (Rated NC-17)
It started as a study group - perfectly innocent. They'd meet at the entrance of the library and confer for a few minutes on what they were looking for and then they'd each go off their separate ways. At the end of the day they met up again at Scieszka's house to fumble bookmarks and compare notes. It was a quick, efficient and fun way to do research.
But then it began to change. Al started them in the new direction, suggesting they research an alchemist called Dee. It turned out in addition to being very powerful in Alchemy, he had a somewhat steamy side as well, and the three of them had laughed well into the night about his tantric exploits.
Which then led to researching sexual alchemy. And then just plain sex. And finally to this.
"Is it good?" Ed asked as he thrust into Al from behind, driving him into Scieszka.
"Yes," gasped Al, feeling moist lips, tightness and fullness at the same time. He was stimulated almost beyond words.
"Great, then I get to be in the middle next."
For Circe67 Havoc/Roy "woobie" (the I'm too lazy to look up what that word means version)
I have no idea what "woobie" is, so I've decided it's a nonsense word one utters when one is full of nervous anticipation and dread.
GIVING UP (Rated PG-13)
Woobie, thought Havoc. Here I go. Reasoning hadn't worked, and neither had threats, but perhaps guilt would do the trick.
"I give up," Havoc said aloud. "I can't compete with you, sir."
Roy leaned his head on the palm of one hand and looked innocently up at his subordinate. "I don't know what you mean."
"I mean my girlfriends. They are yours. I give up. I’m just going to be celibate."
Roy frowned, then stood up. "That is unnecessary, Jean. We don't need to compete."
Jean raised an eyebrow. "You are going to stop chasing my girlfriends?"
"Well that depends, " said Roy, his mouth sliding into a sly smirk. "On if you give me something better to chase."
For circe67 Roy/Havoc "woobie" (the correct useage)
BASTARD (Rated R)
He's such a woobie. He should be screaming at me to stop, fighting me off, and yet he's just going to let me do this. And I am such a bastard to use him this way.
Mustang pulled Havoc's pants until they were off. The taller man said nothing and wouldn't look at him.
I was wrong to steal his dates, Mustang continued to berate himself. I was wrong to manipulate his misery. I'm wrong to make his normal sex life contingent on satisfying my perversions.
Havoc was doing his best to try not to shrug away from his touch, and to hold the small protests back in his throat, as Mustang mouthed his chin, neck and chest.
What kind of man forces another to choose between abstinence or sleeping with a partner he clearly doesn't want? Mustang thought as he finished undressing himself.
With a firm hand he guided Havoc to lie on his stomach. Havoc's movements were a bit stiff but he didn't fight.
Clearly, thought Mustang, I'm a slave to my own lust.
For stickmarionette Hughes/Ed, brilliance
TEMPTATION (Rated PG-13)
The boy's brilliance was amazing. Even when the boy was eleven, Hughes found his intelligence attractive in every sense of the word. It was, in fact quite difficult at times to remember that he was indeed still a boy, and he needed the things all teens did. A warm shoulder to cry on, a voice of reason in his ear.
The boy thought of him as a father, but Hughes couldn't think of Ed as a son. It was that brilliance again. At times Hughes found himself feeling absurdly YOUNGER than Ed. And those times he'd looked to the teen for understanding, even as he looked down on his small form.
This was one of those strange times. Though Hughes knew he was the adult, and he should be the one to stop it, he let Ed hold him. It's just comfort, he reasoned to himself, what all children need. Ed's not a child, he's a man, said another part, and he knows what he's doing. And even though the two rationales were mutually exclusive, he bought into both them, because a third part of him loved the feel of Ed skin too much to say "no."
For rathanylankan Roy x Ed x Al, Pillow Fight. (rated PG-13)
"It's your turn," said Ed. "I had to perform that duty last night." He rubbed his neck a little and shook himself to get out the kinks. "Besides I have work tomorrow and you know I can't get good sleep when he does that to me."
"Oh, for heaven's sake, " Al said. "I was it three times in a row. I say I get a weekend off." Al threw himself back on the king sized bed, "Besides, he prefers you anyway. You are closer to the right size."
Ed grabbed a pillow and whacked Al on the head with two parts playfulness and one part pure revenge. "I'm not short. And besides, he prefers you, my automail isn't soft and cuddly enough for him."
Al grabbed a pillow and gave back what he got. A feather escaped though the weave.
Roy stepped out of the bathroom to see the two of them engaged in battle. "What are you two fighting over?"
They both stopped and looked him in the eye. "Who has to be your snuggle pillow tonight," Al fessed up.
For autumn_416 Envy x Ed x Roy, Socks. (RATED G)
It was petty, Envy knew. Very petty and low, and utterly unworthy of him, but he did it anyway. He stole into Mustang's house in the middle of the night. Carefully, lifting the socks out of the drawer, lacing them with pepper powder, silica and other irritants. He then placed them back in the drawer.
Sweat would help activate the concoction, and by the end of the day, Mustang would be one unhappy little Colonel. The final touch was to leave several strands of Ed's long blond hair on the sock drawer. Envy hoped that it wouldn't be too subtle a clue.
Sure enough the next morning Mustang left work early, in a very foul mood, which he refused to explain to his underlings. The day after Fullmetal was called into Mustang's office and berated for most of an hour about practical jokes and breaking and entering.
Envy hung out in the window and watched. Yes it was petty, but sometimes the smallest acts were the ones that pleased the most.
For ushigami Roy/Scar, donuts
TRUCE (Rated G)
Roy liked sweets. It was his one true failing… unless one counted the womanizing, and maybe the arrogance -- not that he actually was arrogant. Or a slut either. In fact, come to think of it Roy didn't have ANY failings. Except perhaps where it came to sugary treats that did nothing for his waistline or his dental hygiene.
Scar also liked sugar, though he rarely ate it. In fact, as a boy sweets were reserved for the high holy days. Later, as an adult wandering the world and carrying out God's mission, Scar rarely had the time or money to indulge in them.
So it happened that Roy was drinking coffee and idly making short work of a chocolate covered, cream filled delight on the same day that Scar found a couple of cenz in the gutter outside of that very same bakery. For five minutes they were both so engrossed in their flakey sweet pastries that they didn't even notice the other sitting no more than five feet away.
Then first Roy's eyes rose up over Scar's long well muscled torso. Then Scar sensing eyes upon him turned his head and took in the slighter, dark haired alchemist.
Roy's hand slid to his pocket where his glove was.
Scar lifted his hand.
Scar looked at Roy's berliner. Roy looked at Scar's éclair. Then both resumed, silently eating their donuts.
For wired_lizard Sloth/Lust/Pride, punishment.
CURE FOR BOREDOM (NC-17)
"Pride has been a naughty man," purred Lust. "The rest of us have been working OVERTIME on Dante's project and what have you done?"
"Hardly anything," agreed Sloth. "I must say it's positively boring to watch you all day long."
Pride suppressed his smile, because after all this was supposed to be punishment the two were doling out. He allowed them to strip and bind him to his chair, legs thrown over the arms. The door was locked, and it was late, but the sheer danger of doing this in his own office brought parts of his body to full attention before the women even began.
"Has your wife been keeping you too busy to do real work?" murmured Lust, drawing a line down his naked shoulder to his elbow. Blood welled up briefly behind the touch, but the wound was well healed by the time Sloth followed up with her tongue.
"Your wife is boring, too," declared Sloth. "I bet your son would be a better lay."
"Leave my family out of this," said Pride with a hint of warning in his voice. The game did not go in that direction.
"Well, I think it's time you provided us some satisfaction," Lust announced, climbing into his lap, and lowering herself on him.
Sloth knelt below stroking his ass with hard fingers briefly before turning her arm to water and pressing in. "Yes, satisfaction."
What followed was definitely not boring.