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 Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 1:07 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 3:41 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 2:05 pm
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There was warmth, such immaculate warmth, the type that could draw in a moth to a fly light. ZAP! The end! No more Mr. Buggy. This however wasn’t dreadful, or threatening. The colonel was so forward but, it was a masculine type of come on, not ‘I’m going to kill you midget!’ No it was… wanted physical contact. Edward couldn’t ignore that his body screamed for Roy, when those fire flicking fingers scaled over the tanned skin, or when those mischievous lips made their acquaintance to his clavicle, a tendon like muscle, which ran along his neck on both sides. No he couldn’t deny he was whimpering and yearning for Roy to stop playing with him each time his back arched. Hands moving lower along his sides.
The exchanges of dulled, withheld breaths backing up the heated whispers.
Sharp gasps in exchange for shivers of ecstasy.
Then it became more progressive.
The screaming of his name, the want to run and stay all at the same time.
The need to fulfill his whims and to stay like this forever.
As soon as it was there it had ended in the chorused silent screams as the two alchemists collapsed.
“…Edward,” Such a soft tone, coming in ragged and heated pants. Roy’s onyx hues scanned the sweat soaked alchemist below him, still bruised, dirty, and stark naked; a luscious body, with curves where he needed, and wanted, them. It didn’t matter if Edward was over a year younger then him or half his age. Edward was his everything, and he would certainly become his armor now that Al was gone. It almost made the raven haired alchemist laugh out loud in jubilation. This had to be was they called fate. His breath was laying thick on the afterglow of Edward’s neck. It was heated, fiery almost. The feeling was enough to bring on he lethargic sleep that he would need to be able to function properly the following morning. He swore that he had cracked and become physiologically unstable. His resolved seemed as nonexistent as his sanity when he heard the slathered reply.
“Yes Roy?”
Oh that voice um if he wasn’t out of breath already he would have had his fun with him for the second time.
“Envy… he’s still out there.”
“I know Roy, I know.
(I am making Envy for the second chapter Oh how fun!)
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 5:47 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 5:25 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 12:47 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 2:45 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 11:59 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 12:13 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 10:19 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 6:00 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 10:26 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 6:49 am
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