Roy: A naked and willing Edward Elric was an obvious gift from the gods. Ghosting my fingers across his skin, I caressed his jutting collarbone before sliding my fingertips down to play with the pretty, pert nipples that seemed to beg for a touch. The noise he made in his throat was as soft as the touches, so I immediately pinched the peaked skin of his left nipple. His moan was loud, wanton, throaty, and I swallowed it whole in my attempt to devour his mouth. Gods, he tasted so good! "So sensitive," I marveled, panting as our mouths separated for a moment. His whimper of loss was soft but unmistakable. With a smirk, I turned my attention to the elegant slop of his neck. His shudder of delight sent tremors through my own body. A gentle nip here, a probing kiss there, a lazy lap with my tongue. He arched into me, providing better access to the sun-kissed flesh. I rewarded him with a light tug on his braid and set my hands about undoing the band. His hair swirled slightly, then fell behind him in a curtain of glimmering gold. I smiled against his flesh and moved on to my next target. My tongue darted out against the skin of the hollow at the base of his neck. I could feel the tattoo of his pulse pounding against the skin. Its rhythm enthralled me, and I pressed tender kisses to the skin before sucking on it lightly, knowing that particular patch of skin was likely to be highly sensitive. The breathy moan that rushed past his lips should have undone me in an instant; instead, I found myself spurred into action once more, lashing at the skin with my tongue, dragging my teeth across it –anything to draw another pleasure noise from him. Those noises were more addictive than the taste of his lips! I'm sure I wore my signature smirk once again as I made a damp trail from his neck to his chest. Feeling as though I had ignored the other nipple enough, I took his right nipple into my mouth, leaving my fingers to fondle and play with the other nipple once more. His hands slid up to grip my shoulders as though to hold on for dear life as I began to lap at the sensitized flesh. When I flicked my tongue against the straining peak, I felt his nails sink into the skin of my back, but I was far too distracted by the sweet mindless mewls of pleasure he was making to really care. Gods, I was so hard steel looked like aluminum in comparison! Meeting his molten golden gaze for an eternal instant, I nipped at him and he moaned my name loudly, blunt nails sinking deeper into my flesh. Heaven help me, but I would willing sacrifice every inch of flesh on my body and have it ripped off in strips, just so long as I had the chance to hold him this way. I pulled back a moment to inhale a harsh breath. "Oh, gods. So beautiful," I breathed out. Looking at him took my breath away, and my body didn't help matters by misinterpreting the slight burning pain of nails in my flesh as pleasure instead. "Gods," I panted out, burying one hand in his hair to anchor me to reality. It couldn't be a dream if I could feel the heavy silk of his hair. It couldn't be a dream if I could feel his warm muscular body pressed tightly against mine. It couldn't be a dream, because I could never have imagined how sexy his voice was when he moaned out my name. Sliding my hand down the planes of his abs summoned a sharp inhalation from his lips. When my hand caressed his cock, he called out my name loudly, his hips instinctively thrusting against my hand as though to beg for more contact. I marveled over this man –so lithe, so lean, so muscular yet so sensitive. For some reason, I supposed, I hadn't expected his cock to be this large, his body to be this eager, or his taste to be so sweet. Either that, or I'd been merely attempting to convince myself of reasons I shouldn't touch him that I hadn't thought about how things might be if I did. Gods, how I love having him right where I want him! The number of years I'd spent craving this with him was frankly embarrassing. I had never thought I would ever get the chance to hold him again. I had told myself over and over that the single night, almost three years ago, was the only time I'd ever feel his body pressed against mine, taste his kisses, be witness such a fathomless hunger for a man he so clearly despised. Yet it seemed that all of those assurances had been false, because here he was, pressed so tightly between my body and the wall, writing and bucking hungrily against me, making the sweetest noises known to gods and men, raining butterfly-light kisses on every inch of my skin that he could reach. You know, for being the man I was, with so many faults that there was no point in trying to count them all, Fate had definitely just declared it's undying love to me with these few moments that seemed eternal. For all of the wrongs, I must have done something incredibly right to deserve this. Or perhaps the fact of the matter was that I didn't deserve this at all. A beautiful young man I had loved only from a distance, only in silence, offering himself to me and touching me and kissing me… there was no reason I deserved such a thing. Craved it, absolutely. Hells yes, I had wanted it. Prayed for it, definitely. Never ever was I deserving of it. Yet here he was, in my arms. This is the definition of a miracle, I thought to myself. Edward Elric is my own personal miracle. One hand slid up to play in my hair. His fingers felt warm against my scalp, his breath warm against my neck as he breathed out my name. "Roy," he panted out softly. "I... I want you. Now." Any resolve I might have somehow retained shattered and dissolved into dust. Just how many times have I longed to hear him say that? How many times have I drempt of him in my arms this way? How many times? Impatience got the best of me. I hurried to my desk, thanking whatever gods that might be listening that I kept a bottle of lube in the top drawer of my desk, even though I never used it. Returning quickly to his side, I pressed a hard kiss to his full lips before dropping to my knees before him and looking up at him. His face flushed as he looked down at me, apparently finding something appealing about the image of me on my knees before him. I gave him a rakish smirk and squirted a quarter-sized dab of the gel into the palm of my hand. As he looked onward, I made a show of coating three of my fingers in the slick substance. His breath left his lungs in heavy pants, and I thought they sounded beautiful. He had fair enough warning before I slid the first finger into him. I marveled at how smoothly it slid in, at the moan that sounded like approval. After sliding the slick finger in and out of him a few times, I added a second and continued to stretch him, scissoring my fingers against the tight muscular sheath. The small mewls of pain that slipped past his lips made me feel guilty, but I continued, knowing I would only feel worse if I tore him because I didn't prepare him properly. When I came to the conclusion that I had done as much as I could with two fingers, I added the third. The loud shuddery sound of pleasure that ripped out of the back of his throat would have brought me to my knees if I wasn't already on him. I watched as his back arched and he thrust his hips against the finger buried inside of him. "What a beautiful noise, Ed," I murmured, thrusting my fingers against that point once more before removing them slowly. His whimper of loss was almost as glorious as that noise had been. Rising to my full height, I leaned into him so I could whisper in his ear. "When you make noises like those, Ed, it makes me want to forget everything but entering you as quickly as possible," I rasped out, feeling him shiver against me at such a declaration. Thrusting into him was a delicate, slow process. I didn't want to rush him and I didn't want to hurt him, so I maintained a long, slow, steady thrust until I was completely seated in him. A low growl curled out of his throat as he wrapped his legs tightly around my waist, pulling me in even deeper. I had to wonder if equal measures of that growl were pain and pleasure. Either way, it was his move next. I didn't have to wait long on him. The way he flexed his hips drew sounds of pleasure from both of us. Swallowing hard, I began moving inside of him, careful to keep my pace slow until he could get used to the motion, as well. Trying to distract him from any lingering pain, I wrapped my hand around him and kept time with the rhythm my hips had taken. His loud answering moan spurred me to increase my speed. The dirty sounds of sex had never been something I found all that appealing. However, there was something about the sounds this time –my flesh slapping against his, the mutual panting, the low wanton moans he released, and any assortment of other pleasure noises we managed to draw from each other– that served to increase my arousal. Of course, that might have had something to do with the fact it was him –or the fact that I had long held a fantasy of taking him here, in this office. Whatever the case, the sounds spurred me on, as well. "Oh, god. Roy!" he cried out, arching again and somehow taking me deeper. "I-I'm going to come!" Increasing my speed once more, I angled my thrust just so and collided directly with his prostate. Sinking my teeth into the flesh of his right shoulder, where the sun-kissed skin skin connected to the silvery metal of his automail. He half-moaned, half-screamed my name and tightened around me. gritting my teeth, I moved again, striking his prostate once more. Roaring my name, he spilled all over my hand. It took every ounce of restraint I had to hold back so I could watch his pleasure. I lasted only a few more strokes before I surrendered to the convulsing heat. Biting his shoulder again, I tried to smother the volume of my cry as I came. Boneless, my knees turned to jelly from sheer pleasure, we slid down the wall. Somehow, I manages to slow our decent enough that it didn't hurt when we hit the floor, but I was still so pleasure blind that we ended up that way with my cock still buried deeply inside of him. "Gods. Gods, you're so beautiful. Fuck." I muttered, still somehow not in control of my tongue. As he settled against my chest comfortable, the words I'd sworn over and over again that I would never say slipped past my lips: "Good God, I love you, Ed." Wide golden eyes stared back at me, unblinking and unseeing in sheer shock. Fuck. Why had I said that? Why couldn't I have just held that all inside, like I was supposed to? I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead against his shoulder, wondering if I had the right to hope that he might somehow love me in return.