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Pound
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“Edward.”
“Hell no,” the blonde vehemently refused, shaking his head so hard that his braid whipped him in the face. “No way. Last time we did this, Al started asking questions when I limped home. Especially when I couldn’t sit without wincing. You b*****d, don’t you ever think of anyone but yourself?”
Roy paused a moment, lifting his fingers to his chin as he rolled his eyes to the ceiling, the ever-present smirk never leaving his face. “Well,” he said after awhile, ignoring Ed’s impatient look. Another long stretch of silence. “I think about…” the Colonel continued finally, gaining the Fullmetal’s attention again. “…you.”
Silence seemed to be the loudest sound in the Colonel’s office that day.
After a time of blushing and squirming, the teen managed to glare at his commanding officer. “Uh huh. Sure,” he replied dryly, his tone sarcastic. “I bet you think of me. More like ‘dream’ of me when you can’t have me, huh?”
Roy only stared at him, only one eye twitching to show his discomfort.
“Well, you can forget it,” Ed replied to the unspoken question that followed the accusation. “If you so much as make one move towards me, I’ll pound you so hard, Mustang…”
The Colonel’s twitching faded, his smirk reappearing as he leered, “Is that so, Ed?” At the youth’s defiant nod, the Flame chuckled, “Now, as much as I anticipate you pounding me…I’d much prefer you pounding into me.”
The look on the blonde’s face was priceless, and Roy couldn’t help but laugh aloud at Ed’s expression. But as silence dominated the room for the third time once the Colonel’s chuckles died down, the older took that as permission to continue with his day’s plans.
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“But you know,” Roy said abruptly a time later, catching the blonde’s expectant look with an especially superior grin. “Since I’m always the one doing the pounding, you really have no say in the matter.”
“I seem to remember I have quite a lot to say in the matter,” Ed bit back bitterly.
Roy bit his lip to keep from laughing – again. He quite enjoyed Ed’s “say” in matters, especially as it often consisted of the words: more, harder, again, please, and OH ROY!
Roy didn’t respond to the blonde’s defense, letting the silence savor its glory before it was swayed over by breathless moans and raw shouts.
And as Ed finally gave in to his lover’s never-ceasing advances, Roy’s grin was one of intense triumph. “You know, Edward,” he drawled, “it’s just really too easy to see that I have you wrapped around my finger.”
As said finger was squeezed impatiently, Roy decided that he’d better get to pounding before Ed lost interest and pounded him first.
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A/N: Posted here for obvious reasons…innuendo ratings again. –cough- I swear I’ll update my W.L. series. O.o; Think about Roy’s last line, too. Go on. I dare you. XD
-Kara
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