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Roy x Ed #1 ~> A Story of Chance Encounters
The boy woke up to the sounds of the morning: a trio of sparrows singing their happy ‘wake-up’ song, the whistling of the wind through the branches of the tall Evergreens, and the alarm of his electric clock beeping and blinking ’12:00 AM’ over and over again. His golden eyes grew wide when he noticed the incorrect time on the tiny black rectangular box. “s**t!” he exclaimed, pulling on the standard black pants over his legs and plaid boxers. He pulled his black jacket over his loose black sleeveless shirt. The boy grabbed his red cloak, his white gloves, and a hair tie, pushed his feet into his black boots, and ran out the door. “I’m so late!” he cried, screaming into the distance.
Tap, tap, tap! Went the older male’s fingers of his right hand. His left hand fingered through some of his black hair. “The shrimp is late…” he thought to himself, glaring at the back of the door with his dark charcoal eyes. “Why is he late when I need him the most?!” He got up and adjusted his blue military uniform. Suddenly, he heard a knocking on his door. “Enter,” he commanded. His voice was stern and unemotional.
The blonde-haired boy entered the room. He looked disheveled and distraught. “I-I’m sorry, Mustang. I overslept, and my alarm clock was—”
The superior’s hand was raised. “That’s enough, Fullmetal,” he said, lowering his hand now. He turned towards the boy, glaring at him with the dark eyes, glinting a bit with alternative thoughts running through his mind. “Do you know why I called you here?” he asked, his tone a bit softer now.
The boy shook his head. “No Mustang, you were a bit vague when discussing this one on one meeting with me,” he said, fixing a stray hair behind his ear.
Mustang smirked. “Is that so?” he asked, slowly making his way around the boy, closing the door and clicking the lock. “Well, I just wanted to see something…”
The boy gulped. “Why is he locking us in?” he thought in his mind. His automail twitched slightly because of the alternative nerves’ connection to the nerves outside of the damaged socket. “And…what would that be?” he finally asked.
The man smiled as he saw the boy twitch. “Well, it’s something I hope you’ll like, shrimp.” He put emphasis on the last word, knowing it to be the boy’s weak spot.
The boy felt something snap inside when he heard his superior call him “Shrimp”. “Who you callin’ SHRIMP?!” he exclaimed, raising his arms and flailing them around.
This brought the man to his initiative, taking the boy by his wrists and wrestling him to the desk, knocking everything aside, hearing his belongings land on the hardwood floor. He smirked as he saw the blonde boy’s expression change from anger to confusion.
“Wh-what are you doing, M-Mustang?” he asked, stuttering and blushing as he was forced on top of the desk with the man’s hands still fixed around his slim wrists.
“Well, you’re misbehaving, and I’m going to finally punish you…” He gave a devilish smile and he swung on of his legs around to the other side of the boy’s hips, now straddling the blonde boy on top of his desk.
The boy blushed hard and red as his bottom lip quivered and shook. “Wh-wh-what d-d-do y-y-you m-mean?” he asked, hoping that Mustang was just joking with him for a bit.
Mustang saw the boy’s fear, and chuckled a bit. “Scared of what I might do?” he asked, lowering his head and resting his mouth on the boy’s neck, breathing hot and heavy.
The boy squirmed a bit, feeling the warmth of Mustang’s breath against his bare neck. “M-Mustang?” he asked, his voice wavering and small. He was scared-he didn’t know what Mustang was about to do.
“Call me Roy…Ed…” he whispered on Ed’s neck, licking it. He knew he was going to enjoy this…
~End of First Encounter~
 master-of-snow · Wed Oct 15, 2008 @ 02:29am · 0 Comments |
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