cornerofmadness | Fic - Love Shack

Love Shack
D M Evans
Disclaimer - not mine, all characters belong to Hiromu Arakawa et al, Square Enix and funimition. I don’t make a profit
Pairing - Ed/Winry, Maes/Roy
Rating - nc-17
Summary - When Ed decides to try and steal Mustang’s alchemic journal, thinking his superior officer is holding out on him, and enlists Winry’s help, the young man stumbles into an eye opening secret.
Author’s Note #1 - This story contains themes of homosexuality, frottage, voyeurism, docking, masturbation, sex toys and drunken foolishness. Consider yourself well and truly warned.
Author’s Note #2 - This was originally written for the Cuff ‘em, Vamp ‘em, orJust Make ‘Em Come Already Kink and Cliché Multi-Fandom Challenge. My challenge was to use one or more of the following prompts Eliade's: Intoxication and altered states (aphrodisiacs; drugs or alcohol; sex pollen/spores; substances or devices that create arousal, affection, or dependency; speaking or showing the truth while intoxicated; visionary states) Eliade's: Master and slave (erotic or romantic slavery, or otherwise; see Power issues) Kink: Voyeurism (the bolded kinks were the ones used)
Author’s Note #2 I’m not to blame for the lame title. I had help being that awful. Thanks to

mjules and

evil_little_dog for the beta

“Ed, we shouldn’t be doing this,” Winry hissed, glancing frantically up and down the darkening street in front of Mustang’s house.

“Relax, Winry, this will be okay. I heard Colonel Shit making plans with Hughes to go drinking. He won’t be back here for hours,” Ed argued.

“Not so loud, Ed. I don’t get why we’re doing this.” Winry watched wide-eyed as Ed clapped and opened a door within the front door. She eyed him in disbelief. “Show off.”

He smirked. “Al and I were talking about meeting the bastard for the first time. Mustang knew what we had done. That means he recognized the human transmutation array. It’s not every alchemist who would recognize that array.” Ed stepped inside, a triumphant look on his face. He grabbed Winry and tried to drag her in. She fended him off. “He has to be holding out on us.”

“Why would he do that?” Winry followed Ed into his criminal act and Ed fixed the door.

“Because he’s mean? Because he wants the stone for himself? I don’t really know.” Ed rolled his shoulders then glanced around the tidy apartment. “Now where would he keep that journal?”

“Ed, this is a really bad idea. Look around.” Winry waved her hand at the living room. The books on the shelves were alphabetized. No dust could be seen. The only break in the serene order of the place was a chess board open on the table, looking in play though no one was about.

“At what?” Ed wrinkled his nose, then tried to see what she did. All he saw were potential clues in his grasp.

“No one this neat will miss an intrusion. He’ll know someone was in here.” Winry pointed out nervously. She tried to battle back the feelings of guilt washing up inside her.

Ed huffed and went to examine the books anyhow. “I’m learning to be sneaky.”

“You’re scaring me.” Winry rolled her eyes then shook her head, realizing Ed was going to be stubborn about this. “What should I do?”

“Help me look.” Ed pulled down a book, flipping through it. “It’ll be a handwritten journal.”

Winry gave in and started cautiously going through the shelves, opening the books she thought might conceal a smaller journal inside. After an hour, Ed gave up on the bookcases and headed into the bedroom.

“Edward, that’s even more wrong,” Winry said, refusing to go in.

“He has to have that journal around here somewhere.” Ed pulled open the bedside drawer.

Winry stepped inside gingerly, as if expecting Mustang to be hiding inside, waiting to catch them. His bedroom was even more pin-neat than the living room. The room was a quiet red and black affair and she felt like she was the worst sort of intruder. Ed, on the other hand, apparently had no scruples about violating to get what he wanted. “What if it’s in his office?”

“He wouldn’t risk it, even with the coded text,” he replied, poking around.

“It’s in code?” Winry’s voice took on a strident tone. She could just slap him. “Why do you want it if you can’t read it?”

“I can crack his code. He’s not smarter than me.” Ed’s face twisted in an arrogant smirk as he fished a silver flask out of the drawer. “He sure likes to drink. Winry, check the closet.”

“This is so wrong.” Winry opened the walk-in closet’s louvered door, knowing Ed would do it if she didn’t. This might get the onerous task done faster.

“Why would he have a riding crop in here?” Ed held up the leather device he had pulled from the drawer.

“He likes horses,” Winry replied as if that should be obvious.

“Please. His idea of getting anywhere is someone driving his lazy ass. So what does he do with....” Ed’s lips pulled into a grimace and he dropped the crop. “I don’t want to know.” He wiped his hand on the red and black bedspread then dived back in to the drawer. He came up with a small velvet box and opened it out of sheer curiosity. “Look at this.”

Winry peered out of the closet. Her eyes lit up when she saw what was in the box, an ivory ring shaped like a dragon. “It’s so pretty.”

Ed picked it up, giving it a critical look. “It can’t fit him. He has girlie hands, skinny little fingers.”

“You’ve sure spent a lot of time looking at his hands,” Winry observed wryly.

“When they’re as dangerous as his are, you have to.”

“Maybe he wears it on his thumb. Now, put it back and stop being such a snoop. You know his journal isn’t in a ring box,” Winry said, eyeing him sourly then disappeared back inside the walk in closet.

“Whatever.” Ed tossed the ring box back into the drawer and started rummaging again.

“You should see his clothes, his real clothes, not the uniform. Mr. Mustang has gorgeous tastes,” Winry called from the walk-in closet.

“Winry, the journal is not going to be sitting in his pants pocket.” Ed sounded like a child at this point, she decided.

Winry fought the urge to walk out and leaving him to his own mischief. “Yes, well you’d do well to take some fashion pointers from him.”

Ed stalked over to the closet so his glare wouldn’t be lost on her. “Winry, I’m not taking any pointers from that bastard.”

“Taking pointers from him is the whole reason we’re here. You’re trying to steal his journal,” she reminded him as she fingered the silk of one of Roy’s dress shirts.

Ed paused for a moment as his logic derailed. “That’s different.”

Her eyebrow arched. “Why?”

“What was that?” Ed hissed, spinning around, as the unmistakable sounds of an opening door and footsteps sounded. “Damn, someone’s here.” Ed shoved Winry into the closet and eased the door shut behind them.

“I’m going to kill you, Ed!” she said lowly. “This is all your fault.”

Ed’s eyes were the size of eggs and all but spinning in his head. “He wasn’t supposed to come back here.”

“There is no explaining why we’re squatting in his closet!” Winry shoved Ed and he toppled onto a box.

He tried to catch himself, lifting the corner of the lid in the process. “Hey, this is full of whiskey bottles.” Ed glanced up at her and whispered, “Why would anyone have this much booze?”

“That’s the least of your worries,” Winry hissed. Ed jumped up and clamped his hand over her mouth. He yanked her into the far corner of the closet with the whiskey.

The closet door opened and a pair of boots got kicked in before the door shut again. A weight hit the door and they heard Maes muttering Roy’s name. Strange, wet sounds followed.

“What are they doing?” Ed whispered.

To Ed’s horror, Winry pulled free and pressed her nose to the louvers. Her eyes widened and she frantically waved for Ed to join her. He shook his head, suddenly interested in a bottle of whiskey that he took out of the case. Winry looked comedic as she got more excited and he figured he’d better go look before she got so frustrated with her she alerted Mustang and Hughes.

He inched toward the door and peered out the louvers. He almost couldn’t keep in his bleat of surprise. He could see Roy pressed against the door with Maes flush against him, his mouth sealed over Roy’s. Ed couldn’t move for a moment, watching their mouths work. Maes broke the kiss, licking over Roy’s swollen lips. Roy’s head tilted back as Maes sucked hard on his voice box. Terrified, thinking Mustang could see through the louver slats as his onyx eyes canted to the side, Ed ducked down, dragging Winry with him.

“I can’t believe that,” he said barely loud enough for Winry to hear. She yanked free of him and went back to watching. With a shaking hand, he twisted a whiskey bottle open and took a swig. That was a mistake. He clamped his metal hand over his mouth to hold in the cough as whiskey melted his teeth and tongue and burned away a significant hunk of his digestive tract.

Winry squatted down next to him. “Since when do you drink?” she whispered.

“Starting now.” Ed wiped his mouth. “They’re kissing!”

She smiled. “I noticed.”

“That’s not normal,” he replied, wild-eyed.

“Looks like they really like each other,” Winry countered then got back up. “That’s not totally abnormal, right?”

“Says you.” Ed studied Winry watching through the louvers, shifting from foot to foot restlessly. He couldn’t believe that Winry wanted to see two men kissing. He couldn’t fathom the whole thing. The second swallow of whiskey wasn’t as shocking as his first. Even if he could figure it out, Ed couldn’t understand why someone as nice as Maes would want a bastard like Mustang. There probably wasn’t enough whiskey to make that make sense.

X X X

Roy thought he heard something behind him as Maes suckled his neck. He couldn’t see through the louvers of the black lacquered doors but he got the distinct impression someone was in his closet. Roy turned his head, pressing his ear to the wood, giving Maes better access to his pulse point and allowing himself to hear inside the walk-in. There was a subtle metallic whine of automail echoing in the closet. Since no one had burst out to kill him, Roy assumed it wasn’t some armored assassin, which left Edward as the only other person it could be. Though what the boy was doing hiding in his closet - and not alone from the subtle sounds of it - Roy couldn’t guess.

It was already way too late to pretend he was doing something innocent with Maes, though the temptation to just open the door to see what the little intruder wanted was strong. Ed and his companion stood on the other side of the door, judging by the sounds, probably staring out the louvers - one could see out from that side even if Mustang couldn’t see in - doubtless trying to judge how much trouble they were in when they suddenly got an eyeful of something he was sure they never suspected. Did Maes realize they weren’t alone? Roy didn’t think so since Maes wouldn’t be lavishing his neck otherwise. There was something amazingly arousing about being watched so Roy didn’t want to stop this. Ed might be every bit the bastard he thought Roy was but the kid was trustworthy so Roy didn’t worry too much about this secret getting out. Roy kept life or death secrets for Ed and Al as well. He trusted Ed. Besides, Ed liked Maes and wasn’t likely to do anything to hurt him.

Roy rubbed Maes’ crotch, the uniform rough under his hand. Maes moaned, pressing into Roy’s hand. Sinking to his knees, Roy took down Maes’ pants, rewarded by a present of long, hard flesh. Roy flicked his tongue over the pearls of pre-cum at the tip of Hughes’ cock then tugged on his foreskin gently with lip-blunted teeth. Maes ran his fingers through Roy’s hair. Glancing over at the closet, Roy hoped Ed and whoever - probably Winry since he didn’t hear any clanking sounds - were watching. The thought made him even harder. Roy rocked, trying to rub his penis against the taut fabric of his pants. He could probably cum without any help at all, the idea of being watched was that arousing. Roy all but inhaled Maes, taking him down to the root, his coarse, curly hair tickling Roy’s nose.

“Damn, Roy,” Maes moaned, his thighs quivering. He stepped out of his pants clumsily as Roy laved his penis.

Roy slowly released Maes, his tongue curling around Maes’ cock as he went until he finally let the turgid, hot flesh free. Roy suckled the soft, wrinkled skin of Maes’ testicles, delighting to the groans coming from his lover.

Maes hooked a calloused hand under Roy’s arm, urging him to stand. His citrine eyes were unfocused with lust behind his lenses. “Too much, too fast. You’re going to make me cum too quick.”

“Can’t have that,” Roy said, getting to his feet, hearing something from the closet. Maes heard too, and turned to look. Roy caught his prickly chin, hauling him around. He put his lips to Maes’ ear and whispered, “Don’t ask why but Ed appears to be in the closet.”

Maes’ eyes canted over then cut back to Roy, annoyance hiding in their depths. “And you knew since...”

“We were against the door. It’s driving me nuts,” Roy breathed, grinding against Maes. He rotated his hip against Maes’ straining cock.

“I can feel that.” Maes rubbed the rough cloth of Roy’s uniform over his burgeoning erection.

“Guess I’m an exhibitionist.” Roy grinned, pumping against Maes’ hand. He needed Maes to free him from his trousers.

“I already knew that.” Maes grinned back. “Being watched is sort of hot.”

Roy wrapped his arms around Maes’ neck, leaning against him to whisper, “Fuck me, Maes. Go wild. Give them a show.”

Maes wet his lips, excitement lighting up his face. “I can do that,” Maes said, his voice low and full of promise.

X X X

“Oh my!” Winry gasped, watching as Hughes’ cock slipped deep inside of Mustang’s mouth. The expressions on the men’s faces suggested that Bonnie, one of Winry’s older friends, was right; boys liked it when you used your mouth on them.

“What?” Ed asked miserably as he slugged more whiskey. It seemed to be helping. He felt less like he was about to die stuck in a closet. He couldn’t even use his alchemy. Mustang would hear, would know it was him. Hopefully, they could just wait it out until the men left again and no one would be the wiser.

“You have to see,” Winry breathed.

Ed shook his head frantically. Seeing the closest thing he had to a father figure kissing the bastard had been traumatic enough but his friend didn’t seem to understand that. Winry waved him up even more eagerly. Ed pushed back into the closet’s recesses, happy to be hiding among the silk and fine suits. Winry was right about Mustang’s tastes. Winry applied the look on him. He was thankful she didn’t have a wrench. He dragged himself up and stared out the louvers. Ed’s jaw dropped at the sight of Mustang giving Maes head. He whipped away and only looked back when he realized just how intently Winry was watching. Her eyes were huge in the dark of the closet and her hips moved restlessly. Was she liking this? He took another step closer to look out again which proved to be a mistake. Winry’s butt brushed against his groin. He leaned in hoping she’d do it again.

“You really like seeing that?” he asked, incredulously.

“They look so...happy,” she panted and his eyes were drawn to her breasts. Her nipples strained against the cloth and her back side did rub against him again. That’s when he noticed a flaw in his plan. “I should feel guilty about watching but I don’t....it’s powerful.”

“I don’t like it,” he said, trying to take a discreet step back. Contact with the tight curve of Winry’s backside had worked its magic. Why did boys always end up getting hard at the worst possible times?

Winry shot him a sly look over her shoulder, pressing back against him. “Are you sure? It feels like you do.”

“Winry!” he said, almost too loudly. Ed went red to his ears, hoping she couldn’t see in the dark. He retreated and sat stiffly on the whiskey crate.

Winry grinned and followed him. “What’s wrong, Ed? Tell me you haven’t thought about this before.”

“Those two doing that? No, I haven’t,” he said, deciding to play dumb. How could he explain to Winry that she occupied his thoughts all too often and that it wasn’t their friendship he was thinking of? Okay, maybe, in a naked, sweaty friend sort of way that usually did end up with him hard and hiding from Al in the bathroom. He should have more control over himself.

Winry yanked him up and kissed him, a little clumsily but urgently. She squeezed his cock through his pants and he couldn’t help but arch into her touch. “You know what I mean. Haven’t you ever thought about us?”

“Yes, but...this is hardly the place,” he stammered out before she kissed him again. It was better this time, more on target, warm and wet and made him so hard he ached. He could not do this in Mustang’s closet. This was no place for a first time.

Winry stepped back. “You might be right but...” She reached down and grabbed him through his pants. Her touch was more insistent. Ed groaned, unable to stop himself, pistoning against her hand. It felt so good, so right. He moaned a second time in relief when the cry of, ‘fuck yes!’ echoed in the bedroom, drawing Winry’s attention back to the louvers. Ed didn’t even want to know what was going on out there. He was having enough troubles of his own. He wanted touched but this was simply wrong and he knew it.

X X X

“Oh, fuck yes!” Roy cried, being much louder than he normally ever was. Maes grinned at Roy’s enthusiasm as he tweaked Roy’s nipples.

“You really are so hard.” Maes brushed Roy’s groin, teasing him. “Want out of these pants?”

“Please.” Roy lifted his hips against Maes’. He desperately needed Maes’ touch.

Maes’ look went devilish as his hand fell away. “Or maybe I should make you wait.”

Roy’s eyes popped. “No.” He flexed against Maes, rubbing hard.

“Getting forceful, Mustang?” Maes smirked, burying his fingers in Roy’s hair. “Do I need to punish you?”

Roy beamed. Usually he and Maes didn’t play this kind of game. While he had no problems folding like a silk fan for women, Roy had trouble submitting to men. “You going to be Riza, now?”

“That’s a scary image,” Maes replied, taking down Roy’s zipper. He tickled under the head of Roy’s cock as it sprang up to greet him. Roy wriggled and moaned as Hughes tugged on his foreskin then sword fought his penis against Roy’s. Maes cupped his hand over both cocks, stroking enthusiastically before masturbating his foreskin down over the glans of Roy’s penis. Roy tossed his head back against the bed, moans tumbling out of him.

“No, no, not yet you don’t.” Maes let go of their cocks and pressed his thumb against a patch of nerves between Roy’s testicles and ass. Roy hissed as his system was shocked. Maes scooped Roy up off the mattress, holding him against his chest.

Surprised that Maes hadn’t called a halt to their lovemaking, knowing the kids were in the closet, Roy couldn’t help grinning as he kicked out of his trousers. “I’m not the only exhibitionist I see,” he breathed then laughed as Maes licked his neck.

“You barely weigh more than my wife. I could probably take you against the wall,” Maes muttered, glancing back at the closet. He shuddered with anticipation.

“Damn, that sounds like fun...” Roy reached down and stroked his cock against Maes’. “if you don’t drop me.”

“I make no promises. You wiggle.” Maes smiled, smoothing his hands up Roy’s back.

“Better stay safely on ground then,” Roy said, letting their cocks go.

Maes bounced Roy on the mattress then swarmed over him before slowly kissing his way down the smaller man’s body. He rubbed his bearded cheeks along the inside of Roy’s thighs, making Mustang’s testicles draw up as Roy all but snickered.

He grabbed a handful of Maes’ hair. “That tickles!”

Maes sat up, the devil’s own look reflecting in his eyes. “I forgot you’re ticklish.” He dove on Roy, his fingers tickling up over Roy’s too-visible ribs. Seriously, his lover needed to eat more. Roy howled, thrashing about, reduced to incoherent begging. “What do I get if I stop?” Maes asked. Roy flung his arms around Maes’ chest, pressing his mouth to a nipple. Maes stopped tickling and stroked Roy’s hair. “That’s equivalent trade.” Maes sighed. “Ready for me?”

“Fuck me hard,” Roy begged, hard stroking Maes for emphasis.

“First, I want a little taste.” Maes pushed Roy back against the bed then licked Roy’s cock like a salty treat. His glasses slid down so Maes paused long enough to put them on the night stand. He lost himself for a moment, suckling his lover’s cock until Roy was arching off the bed, begging for release. Maes backed off, grinning. “Now, I think you’re ready,” he said, swinging over to rummage in the night stand.

X X X

“What are they doing now?” Ed whispered, swaying on the crate. He could barely blink Winry into one cohesive person. He felt so relaxed. The alcohol hadn’t helped the throbbing erection, however. It centered on a nice slow burn in his pants, not quite willing to deflate, no matter how much he wanted it to.

“I thought you didn’t want to know,” Winry shot back and he scowled at her, taking another sip. “Mr. Hughes likes teasing Mr. Mustang.”

Ed staggered up and came over to the louvers, his eyes widening when he got a slotted eye full of Hughes’ head bobbing up and down on Roy’s cock.

“Is that as much fun as it looks?” she asked lowly, tugging up her waistband a little, her hips shifting.

“I don’t know...I’ve never tried.” Fire found his cheeks again.

Winry turned and looked down at his crotch. “Think you want to now?”

Shock took away his ability to speak. “But...we’ve never....dated.”

She shrugged. “I’ve known you since we were in diapers. Knowing each other is the important thing. Could a regular girlfriend know you better?”

“No...okay.” The golden courage from a bottle whispered to Ed that this was his best idea ever. He unzipped his pants and took them down. He flushed deeper, realizing he was wearing the stupid military issue boxers that had the state symbol misprinted on the front. His cock looked like the creature’s long tongue as it jutted out of the Y-front.

Winry leaned closer into him, touching the quivering flesh with a finger. He swayed a bit at the couch. “Are you drunk, Ed?”

“Maybe.” He arched up into her touch.

Winry started to sink to her knees then thought better of it. She curled her fist around him and let Ed pump into her hand. “What if this thing goes off in my mouth? What does that taste like?”

Ed’s hips froze. “How would I know? Not every guy does what they’re doing out there!”

“Maybe you were right...this isn’t the right place for this,” she said, shifting her hand over him. Even though she seemed to have changed her mind, Winry appeared to want to touch him.

“Then you need to stop doing that,” he said throatily, unable to stop himself from pressing in and out of her hand. He was so close to the edge. He didn’t think he could stop if he wanted to.

“This?” Winry’s strong fingers milked down his shaft and Ed spilled all over them and onto her flowery mini-skirt. The warm cum oozed down her thigh. Winry’s face screwed up and she barely kept her squeal of shock to herself. “Ed!”

He just leaned against her, panting, feeling too good to feel sorry about it. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“You got me all messy,” she groaned, not quite prepared for the reality of getting a guy off.

“Sorry...you didn’t want to put it in your mouth,” he reminded her, feeling a little guilty now.

“I know but...” She held up her hand, white sticky strings webbing her fingers. “You’d better have a handkerchief!”

“Wipe it on the bastard’s clothing,” Ed said, swaying into her, nearly pinning her against the door. The alcohol made his head swim.

“Oh, Ed, you’re so drunk. This was a bad idea.” Winry raided his pockets with her clean hand and found his handkerchief. She cleaned up the best she could.

Ed’s head sagged. “You’re mad at me.”

Winry frowned. He was really hurt. She could hear it in his voice. Tucking the handkerchief back in his pocket, she put her arms around him. She kissed him gently. “No, I’m not. It’s not like I didn’t know that would happen. I’m...disappointed that I got a little carried away. It was my idea, after all. It’s just watching those two...it’s so arousing.”

“Is it? I mean, you really like watching?” he asked, rearranging himself back inside his pants before he got himself into more trouble.

She thought for a moment. “Yeah...I wouldn’t have thought so but yes, I do.”

Ed maneuvered her back into viewing position. “I guess I’m no good at this yet...but I can make it up to you,” he whispered. “I’ll watch with you.”

Winry pressed his warm, living hand against her belly. “That can be fun.” The teens leaned forward and peered out again.

X X X

Maes noticed the bed stand drawer was ajar. Roy wouldn’t have left it that way. He wondered what Ed was after and he knew it had to be Ed since at this point, he could hear both kids in the closet himself. He should feel guilty about this, but if you break into people’s homes, you should be prepared for consequences. He took the crop out. “What are you and Riza up to?”

“Games I don’t want to play with you,” Roy said uneasily, his eyes on the leather crop.

Maes just nodded. He knew Roy’s submission to him would only ever go so far and it wasn’t something he really wanted to explore. He liked being lovers on equal footing and pain wasn’t his thing even though he knew Roy liked it a little. He fished around in the drawer until he came up with the box with the ivory dragon in it. Given how excited Roy was about being watched - and Maes had to admit, it had turned him on, too - the dragon would be a good investment. He held it up so the light caught the creature’s sapphire eyes and Roy nodded happily.

Spit-lubing it since normally it would go on before hand, Maes slid the dragon ring over Roy’s cock, snugging it against the base of it. Roy grunted, stretching out on the mattress. The ivory ring looked lush, highlighted by the raven backdrop of Roy’s hair. Maes gave the rosy cock an affectionate kiss then turned his attention back to the drawer. He found the green glass jar of lubricant. Maes dipped his fingers in then stood up. He cast a warning gaze to Roy’s expensive bedspread. Roy picked himself up with a pout but stripped the bed down to its sheets before lying on his side, stroking his own cock, knowing everyone was watching him including Maes. The smile on his face told Hughes just how much Mustang loved the attention.

Maes sat back down, leaning over to kiss Roy’s shoulder. His lips worked against Roy’s salty, moist flesh as he circled one finger around Roy’s sphincter. Roy tensed just a little as Maes slipped in one finger, never quite able to overcome that reflex. He made a humming noise as Maes circled his finger knowingly over the patch of nerves just inside the vault. Roy’s hips bucked against the bed and Maes knew the cock ring had been his best idea all night. Roy would have came right then and there otherwise.

Roy sucked in a deep breath as Maes added a second finger inside of him. He lifted his buttocks, allowing Maes in deeper. Lust-clouded eyes peered over one pale, slender shoulder. “Wild, do it wild,” he entreated of Maes.

Maes grinned, pulling his hand away. He slathered more of the lubricant on his cock, thick and so very hard. Voyeurism seemed to be very good for him, too. He grabbed Roy off the bed, hauling him to the closet door. “Trust me not to drop you?”

Roy braced himself with one hand on the door knob and interlaced his fingers through the louvers, not missing the inrush of air into the lungs of startled, naughty teens. He had worried a but about being dropped but Maes always looked out for him. “I always trust you,” he said, guiding Maes’ cock to his entrance.

Maes flexed his hips, punching into Roy with one clean motion. Roy cried out throatily, his head rapping back against the black door, his body stiffening and quivering with delight. Maes slid in a little deeper, difficult in this position. “You okay?”

“Damn, yeah, oh come on, fuck me, Maes.” Roy put one arm around Maes neck and stood on tip toe, helping to push himself upward when Maes lifted him.

Maes pinned Roy to the door, thrusting deeper into him as Roy locked his legs over Maes’ waist. It was a little harder to pound into his lover like this than it was when he took Gracia this way. Roy rocked down with sharp short strokes, giving voice to his pleasure even though it sounded much more like pain. The look on his face said there was nothing but bliss happening, however.

“Uh, uh, oh, Maes, damn, I gotta cum. Take the ring off, please!” Roy begged, grinding down as hard as he could, his cock like rock against Maes’ belly.

“Not yet,” Maes panted, pressing Roy hard against the door. “Getting heavy...”

“Back to the bed,” Roy suggested, his eyes unfocused.

Maes wrapped his arms tight around Roy, slipping free of his lover’s clenching muscles. He carried Roy to the bed, gently laying him on his back.

Roy bunched the sheets in his feet, his legs falling open. “Harder now,” he implored, “Deeper, fuck me raw, Maes. Give it to me!”

Maes wasn’t used to hearing Roy dirty talk so much. For show or in total abandon, Hughes didn’t care. It made him hornier. He grabbed Roy’s ankles and rolled his lover up almost onto his shoulders. He slung Roy’s legs over his shoulders as he pressed back inside him. Now he could go as deep as he wanted. Roy bellowed with pleasure as Maes sank into him up to the hilt. Roy kept up his broken howls as Maes slammed into him hard and fast. Maes spat into his hand and pumped Roy’s imprisoned cock. “Going to come for me, Roy?”

“Let me,” Roy begged, his spin arching as he tried to force himself deeper onto Maes.

Maes looked back at the closet. They were at the wrong angle. This was when his lover was at his most beautiful. He shifted their position on the bed a bit to allow their watchers a sidelong view of them. Maes smiled as he slid the ivory off Roy’s cock.

X X X

Winry wasn’t sure how fast Ed could do it again but she wasn’t sure she wanted to rub against him any time soon even if it might help alleviate the pressure building inside her belly. He watched over her shoulder as Hughes took out the ring box. She gasped, slapping a hand over her mouth as he put the ring on Roy’s penis.

“Ewww, I touched that thing,” Ed groaned, flexing his fingers against her belly.

“Are you wiping your hands on me?” she asked incredulously, slapping his hand.

“It’s the whiskey,” he said and she noticed then he had snared the bottle once more.

“Stop drinking that.” Winry tried to get the bottle away from him and failed. He cradled it to his chest, lifting it away only so he could suckle on its neck. Winry knew she probably stood no chance of getting it without making noise so she went back to watching the two lover.

Winry flinched back as fingers shot through the louvers. Ed jumped, too. Winry moved back just a bit, her hips crashing against his. She steadied Ed before he could go head first into the louvers. He peered through them.

“Did Hughes just put his thing where I think he did?” Ed whispered. He had heard of such things, of course. Kids talked but they were just kids. What the hell did any of them know?

“The way Mr. Mustang is groaning...yes,” Winry said, eyes wide with wonder. She shifted against Ed again, feeling him twitch.

“Winry?” Ed sounded confused.

“Shhh, just watch.” Peeling off his gloves, she slipped Ed’s hand from her belly to up under her miniskirt. “I touched you...you can touch me.”

Ed boggled at the offer, his whole body going numb and not just from alcohol. He swigged a little more whiskey then set the bottle down because he wanted to concentrate on the warm, very wet flesh under his fingers. “I don’t...know how to do this right.”

“I’ll show you,” she promised, not really sure she knew. She had touched herself before but it was different using someone else’s hand. She maneuvered Ed’s fingers over her aroused clit, brushing them up and down over it until Ed got the idea. Ed didn’t know a girl could be this hot and wet. His finger slid into her almost by accident. Winry moaned softly, rocking against the intruding finger.

“Like that?” he whispered, noticing she wasn’t really looking out the louvers much any more. Her eyes were shut, her lips parted.

“Yes...you have two hands,” she reminded him.

Ed considered that. Winry really seemed to like when he rubbed the little nub of flesh she had first guided him to but when Ed considered his hand - albeit drunkenly - one thing was obvious, the hinges of his fingers would catch on her hair or tender flesh. Ed scowled at his stupid hand.

He only half heard the men moving away from the door and mumbled dirty talk from Mustang. Winry’s eyes seemed to spark at that and Ed let her move forward a bit so she could watch some more. Was it normal to like to watch like this? He didn’t see the attraction...but maybe if it was a guy and girl he wouldn’t mind so much. As she watched, Ed turned his attention back to his hand then grinned. He touched palms and shaped two of his fingers together, smoothing out the metal so there was no edges or joints, just one seamless metal piece. Heaven help him if he couldn’t shape it back but he didn’t worry. He shaped blades from his arm all the time without fear of getting stuck.

“Ed, what did you do to your automail?” she hissed, looking at his hand.

“Don’t fuss,” he said, sliding his hands under her skirt and into her damp panties. He started rubbing her clit again then slowly sank his shaped fingers into her.

Winry bit back a moan as she leaned against him. “Oh, Ed.”

“Is that okay?” he fretted, wondering if it hurt at all. It had seemed tight inside her when he had had his other finger in her.

“Perfect...move them around,” she suggested, writhing against him.

Ed tried that, moving his metal fingers in and out of her while trying to keep up his motions with the other hand. He got a new respect for the two men outside the door. This was slightly trickier than it looked. Still, soon, Winry’s eyes were shut and she was biting her lip to hide the little moans deep in her throat. Finally she tossed her head back, nearly crushing his face as her body shook hard. For a moment, he thought she wouldn’t be able to stand. He slipped his slick hands free and wrapped his arms around her. “You okay?” he mumbled.

“That was...amazing,” she breathed, lounging in his arms.

“I did it right?” Ed sounded surprised.

Winry leaned forward against the door. “You did fine.”

Ed kissed her neck. “Good.” He rested against the door next to her, peering out the louver. “Why is the door moving?”

“It’s not...and fix your fingers,” she said in a detached voice.

“It’sh moving,” Ed insisted as the room seemed to rock like a train car.

“You just said it’sh,” she pointed out. “Ed...you okay?”

“I think I need to sleep now,” Ed replied, sagging a bit, his face pressed to the louvers “Hmmm, I would have bet anything Mustang’s knees wouldn’t go around his ears.”

Winry looked around him, her chest still heaving. “He is flexible.” She glanced down. “Ed, your fingers...”

“I’s can’t remember how I did it.” Ed shook his head. “Oh, Winry, the room is spinning.”

“Try to concentrate on the bed. It’s not moving. Maybe that’ll help. I think you’re really drunk,” she said, worry hiding in her eyes.

“I didn’t drink that much,” Ed protested, not mentioning it was a first time for him drinking. “Oh...look, I’m not the only one who made a mess of himself!” Ed cried triumphantly, watching what happened after Hughes took the ring off of Mustang. Winry clamped a hand over his mouth even though he wasn’t that loud. He peeled it away. “See, it’s normal.”

“If you say so,” Winry said, shaking her head. “You men are sure messy.” Winry didn’t have time to think on it more, turning her concentration to helping Ed stand. She wondered absently if the men were done now and would they leave so she and Ed could escape.

X X X

Maes sank into Roy then hesitated, not pumping. He just watched Roy’s face for signs of distress. He trailed his fingers up the length of Roy’s swollen cock and Roy wriggled. “See, you do wiggle.”

“But you didn’t drop me, so that’s good,” Roy panted, reaching for the ring. “Please Maes, take it off.”

“You are upside down,” Maes pointed out, slowly pulling almost out of Roy while he tickled under the glans of Roy’s penis. Roy groaned loudly, jerking under him, trying to find release. “I should put you on your knees.”

“You’re likely to drive me through the head board,” Roy groaned, putting his hand over Maes’ to stop the teasing.

“You asked for it.” Maes shook off Roy’s hand and slid his fingers down to the cock ring. “You seem to be enjoying it.”

“You’re driving me insane,” Roy growled. “Stay like this...you get so deep.”

Maes grinned and took off the cock ring, tossing the ivory dragon onto the sheets. He grabbed Roy’s hips to get better leverage and slammed into him hard, fast and deep. A few more thrusts deep into Roy and the smaller man came, with a low, throaty moan. Maes hard stroked Roy’s cock as it spurted, cum dribbling down Roy’s belly, torso and neck. Spots of it lay like pearls on his sweaty cheek. Maes ran a finger over the delicate, decorate ridge of bone and flesh, then licked his hand, wondering if Roy was still too unfocused to notice. A muffled something from the closet said that someone had noticed at any rate.

Maes pumped a few more times into Roy before his own orgasm rocked him. When he could catch his breath, Maes slipped free of Mustang then curled up on the bed with him, his arm wrapped around Roy’s sticky chest. He kissed the base of Roy’s neck. “Wild enough for you?”

“We should invite them to watch more often...or maybe get our girls to do it. At least they’d join in.” Roy mumbled sleepily, snuggling into the silk sheets. “Not that I want to see that brat pants-less.”

“Yes, let’s not corrupt the kids more than we already have.” Maes brushed a thumb absently over Roy’s swollen nipples. “Think we need a shower and let the kids escape?”

“I don’t know. I think they might need to stay there until they finish.” Roy laughed

Maes lightly slapped Roy’s thigh then rolled out of bed. Roy held out his hand and Maes help him up, noticing his lover’s legs were still quivering. He allowed himself a very self-satisfied smile. Roy stumbled to the closet door and knocked.

“We’re heading for the shower, kids,” Maes called. “You can use that time to escape.” He grinned at the startled sounds from inside the closet. He figured they were hoping they had gone unnoticed.

“You’ll find two robes in there. Just put them by the shower door,” Roy added. “And Fullmetal, if you got anything messy in there, I’ll roast you.”

“Be nice, Roy...oh what am I saying? That is you being nice.” Maes put his arm around Roy and led him to the showers because he could only imagine the partially naked, messy battle that would ensue if Roy managed to bait Ed out of the closet. Besides, they could have a little more fun in the shower and give the kids time to make good their escape. Maes reminded Roy of that and it improved his mood immediately.

X X X

Ed seemed to be doing a little better when Winry let him lean half on the door and half on her. The wonderful things he did with his fingers aside, Winry was still going upside his head with a wrench when they got out of this mess. All they could do now was finish watching and hope for the best afterwards.

“Ewww,” Ed muttered as Hughes popped his cum-slicked fingers in his mouth. “Maybe you should ask Hughes what that stuff tastes like, Winry.”

She pinched his side viciously. Ed shot her a wounded look as he stumbled into the clothing, nearly taking it all down. It didn’t take long for Hughes to finish and curl up with Mustang. Winry slipped an arm around Ed, cuddling him closer. “That’s sweet.”

“Rather hold you,” Ed murmured, resting his cheek on her shoulder.

“Glad to hear that,” she said then felt alarmed, seeing his eyes starting to close.

Before she could jostle him awake, the two men got off the bed, heading right for the closet. Winry tried to haul Ed back. Both of them jumped when Mustang knocked. Winry lost most of their words to the blood thumping in her ears. Oh, god, they knew she and Ed were in the closet. Why didn’t they say something? Why had they done what they did? Did they like being watched as much as she had liked watching them?

“If they knew we were here, why didn’t they say something? I had to see the bastard naked!” Ed huffed indignantly. “Doing that!”

“I sort of enjoyed it...enjoyed what we did, too.” Winry ruffled his hair. “Even if you made a mess.”

“Told you, you should have wiped it on his clothes. Threaten me, will he?” Ed grumbled.

Winry patted his back. “We are intruders. You’re lucky he didn’t roast us. Come on, the water’s running. Let’s get out of here.” Winry opened the closet door and found to her horror, Ed could barely walk. The whiskey had caught up and hit him like a runaway truck. His head bobbled on his neck like a broken flower. She shook him a little to wake him up and regretted it as his color went fishy-green-gray. “Come on, Ed. You can lie down once you get home. You’ll be fine.”

Winry hoped that was true. Three very distinct memories came back to haunt her, one very early one of her Dad having too much to drink at a picnic and throwing up in the basket, one of Granny when a bunch of her automailer buddies came to town and Winry found the woman sleeping on the porch the next morning with Den as a pillow, and the last one of an already-drunk Nellie and Bonnie trying to get Winry to drink but them puking like mad had discouraged her after her first taste of beer. She suspected Ed had a long night of heaving in front of him.

“I’m walking,” Ed said, but his feet weren’t moving.

“You need to lift your feet and go that way.” Winry pointed to the bedroom door.

With much swaying and near staggering into walls, she muscled him to the living room. She stared at the phone for a moment. She really should call Al to help her with Ed. Before she could decide on the wisdom of dialing, Ed pulled away from her, his arms flailing.

“I forgot...I want that journal.”

“You can’t find it,” she reminded him.

Ed sulked like a spoiled two year old. “I came for that.”

“And you’re leaving with an education. Now, hush and head for the door. I’m calling Al to help,” she said then regretted letting him go.

Ed took two steps and folded up. She tried to grab for him but was far too slow. He slammed into the chess board and pieces went flying. Ed showed no signs of getting up.

“Oh, hell,” she cursed, tugging on him. Winry was used to moving dead weight with her amputee patients but there was a difference between that and moving someone who was unconscious. Who knew drunks were so liquid? It was like trying to move a cat from a sun beam. She called Ed’s residence but there was no answer. Either Al was somewhere researching or he was out looking for them since they were so late coming back. Winry tried to pry Ed up with a foot but he was out cold. “I should just leave you here!”

Winry sighed, resigning herself to the embarrassment of having to ask the men they were spying on for help, then started picking up the chess board.

X X X

“We really should feel guilty,” Maes said, tying his robe on tight.

“I feel mostly just sleepy,” Roy replied, fussing with his wet hair, looking in the big, steam-up mirror.

Maes shook his head at the vainness of his partner. Roy could conceivably spend more time in front of a mirror than Gracia did. “Want something to eat before I head home?”

“Gracia isn’t expecting you any time soon,” Roy pointed out. Gracia and Riza both knew about their men’s relationship and were willing to give them time to themselves. “I have steaks in the ice box. I could cook them.”

“Sounds good.”

Roy gave his hair a final rearrangement then headed for the kitchen. He stopped dead in the living room, seeing a red-faced Winry fidgeting on his couch. Maes almost plowed over him. The taller man pushed his jostled glasses up. “You’re still here,” Roy said in surprise.

Winry’s coloring deepened. “It’s not my idea...none of it. But I couldn’t get Ed out of here.”

“Is something wrong?” Maes asked.

Winry just pointed downward. The men moved so they could see around the back of the love seat. Maes held back a laugh, seeing Ed in a heap and even more amusing, the look on Roy’s face.

“Did he drink my whiskey, too?” Roy cried, his almond eyes going round.

“I’m sorry,” Winry whimpered, tucking her arms tightly around herself. “I don’t think he knew how strong it was.”

Maes elbowed Roy lightly before the alchemist could work himself into a lather. “It’s okay, Winry. We’ll help you get home.”

“I tried calling Al to help...but he wasn’t home. I tried to pick up your chess board, Mr. Mustang, but I couldn’t remember where all the pieces went,” Winry said apologetically.

“My game! General Morgan and I have been playing that by mail for months. What am I supposed to tell him?” Roy’s lips skinned back. “That’s it, where’re my gloves!”

“Ignore him, Winry.” Maes hooked an arm around Roy who fought him off, irritated.

“He just likes to vent. I’m used it.” Winry jerked a thumb at Edward.

Maes snorted as Roy rolled his eyes. “Help me get the boy off the ground, Roy.”

The two men hefted Edward up and flung him on the couch.

“He’s heavier than he looks,” Roy whined, wrinkling his nose at the unconscious teen.

“Oh, he was lying on a horse.” Winry picked up the chess piece.

Roy snatched it away. “It’s a knight.” He put the piece on the board delicately as if it were something precious.

“Quit being testy, Roy. It’s not her fault,” Maes said, sitting next to Ed, trying to wake the boy up. “Get Ed a glass of water.”

Roy huffed and stomped off towards the kitchen.

“Sorry about him,” Maes said, giving Ed’s cheeks a few light slaps.

“I’m not worried, sir. I can’t help but notice Mr. Mustang is a lot like Ed. They just like to bark a lot but bite rarely,” Winry said with a rueful look.

Maes laughed again. “Oh so true. I’ll calm him down later.” He dropped his hand as Ed’s head lolled side to side and one sunny eye opened up. “Hey there, Ed.”

Ed rubbed - more accurately banged - his face with his still-shaped hand. “Where am I?”

“On my couch,” Roy snapped, coming back in with a rather battered coffee mug filled with water. He thrust the mug out to Maes who grinned. Figures Mustang wouldn’t trust the good glasses to a drunk kid. His lover was so fussy.

“I thought we went home,” Ed said blearily, squinting at Winry.

“You passed out and fell down before we got anywhere,” she said, shaking her hand at him. “You’re going to have such a headache tomorrow.”

“I feel terrible,” Ed agreed then slumped over against Hughes. “At least you have clothes on now.”

“That’ll teach you to spy on me,” Roy said, sitting on the arm of the love seat next to Winry. “Now what the hell are you doing in my house?”

Ed opened his mouth to answer then turned even more greenish. He clamped it shut quickly.

“Puke on the couch and I will kill you, Fullmetal. That’s not an empty threat,” Roy grumbled, pointing a finger

“Winry, there’s a garbage can by the desk. Please get that for Ed, just in case,” Maes said, rubbing Edward’s back.

Winry raced for it, shoving it between Ed’s splayed legs. “He wanted your journal, sir. He thinks you know more about human transmutation than you’re telling him.”

“Well, he’s right but he could have asked for it,” Roy said, glaring at the young man.

“I think I mentioned that.” Winry sighed, glaring at Ed who missed it since his eyes were shut.

“And you’re here because....” Roy waved a hand at her.

She blew a puff of air at a strand of her hair. “I’m stupid enough to follow Edward.”

“At least she’s honest,” Maes said with a smile. “We’d better get Edward home, Roy. He doesn’t look so good. And we walked here so no car.”

“Why’s you have so much booze?” Ed mumbled, looking bleary-eyed at Roy

“If you must know,” Roy said, picking up the phone. “Master Sargent Judd is retiring after thirty years and we’re throwing her a surprise party. We’re hiding the alcohol here.” Roy dialed with brisk twists of his wrists as if he were mad at the rotary dial. “Havoc, I need you to come to my house and pick up Fullmetal...I’ll explain when you get here. Thanks.” Roy set the phone in the cradle. “It won’t take him long.”

“Thank you.” Winry shot him a nervous look. “Sorry. I told Ed it was a bad idea to break in here but he gets stubborn when he thinks he knows more than anyone else. He really wanted that journal.”

Roy shook his head. “I’ll show him later. If there was anything in there to help Alphonse, I would have tried the transmutation years ago.”

Winry glanced at Ed who had passed out again, propped against the crook of the couch. “Al said that but Ed thinks he might see something in the research you didn’t.”

Roy shrugged. “Anything’s possible.” He nodded over at Ed and Maes. “Maes, move him. He’s drooling on my couch.”

“Live with it, Roy,” Maes shot back, figuring the less Ed was moved, the less likely the boy was to vomit.

“And I’m really sorry we saw you two...” Winry broke off, turning red again.

“We trust it won’t happen again,” Maes said as Roy jostled Ed awake long enough to shove a pillow between the boy’s face and the couch.

“Never!” Winry cried then looked contemplative. “How long did you know we were in there?”

Roy smirked. “Long enough.”

“But you still....” Her eyes swallowed up her face.

“Having an audience was...fun,” Roy admitted, brushing a hand over Maes’ cheek.

“Ewww,” Ed groaned. “You sound like Winry.”

“Edward!” Winry covered her face.

“Think of it this way, Ed, with all the whiskey you drank, chances are you won’t remember this come morning,” Maes said, patting Ed’s shoulder.

“I hope,” Ed said, snuggling into the pillow.

“But I will be around tomorrow to talk to you about breaking into my place, Fullmetal,” Roy growled. He glanced at Maes. “You and I need to get our uniforms back on before Havoc gets here. I’m not going to try to explain robes to him.”

Maes nodded, sliding away from Ed. “Needless to say, we really need you two to not tell anyone about this.”

Winry bobbed her head. “We understand. Trust me, Ed’s not the only one who wants to forget tonight ever happened!”

“Well you might want to remember some of it.” Roy smirked, pointing to Ed’s shaped fingers. “He might be more useful to you next time if he’s not drunk!” Roy laughed as Maes swatted at him, herding him toward the bedroom.

Winry buried her face against her knees, moaning.

The two men came back fully dressed and Havoc arrived soon afterwards, his cigarette smoke announcing his presence before he knocked. Maes and Roy hauled Ed back off the couch. Havoc gave them all a look. “What happened to the kid?”

“He decided tonight was a good time to become a whiskey drinker,” Mustang replied. “Could you make sure Ms. Rockbell gets to her hotel as well?”

Havoc rolled his cigarette from one corner of his mouth to the other. “Sure thing, Boss.”

“Winry, you might want to sit up front with Havoc just in case Ed gets sick,” Maes suggested and Havoc looked dismayed.

“Or put him in trunk. That might be better,” Roy suggested and Winry looked at him sourly.

“We’ll be okay,” she said, with the long suffering tone she often used on Ed. “Good night, sirs.”

They let Havoc and Winry help Ed to the car. Roy locked his door then burst out laughing. “Oh, we’re evil, you know that right?”

“I think you’re the evil one. You knew before we got naked that those kids were in the closet.” Maes tapped his nose.

“I didn’t hear you protesting,” Roy said, reaching out to stroke Maes’s scratchy chin.

“Evil is fun,” Maes said, backing Roy up against the couch.

“Mmmm, it is,” Roy said, kissing him.

Maes took them both over the arm of the couch, landing on top of Roy on the cushions. Roy’s tongue slid into Maes’ mouth as their limbs twisted and locked over one another.

“Ready to be evil again?” Roy whispered in Maes’ ear.

Maes’ answer was a breathless kiss.

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