Fic - Obedience Training

[cornerofmadness]

Obedience Training
Author - cornerofmadness
Disclaimer - so not mine and they're probably glad of it
Fandom - Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing - Winry/Ed
Rating - R
Warnings: domination
Prompt: Winry/Edward: Domination/Submission: “You really are a dog of the military.”
Word count: 1624
Summary: She brings him to heel so easily
A/N: Written for springkink This didn't go where I thought it would but on a plane ride back from Boston, Edward insisted this was how it went. Thanks to littlechemist01 for the quickie beta

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Ed brushed at his pants, the black cloth stained with green. Den danced around the yard, barking excitedly, waiting for her chance to flatten him again. He barked back at the dog, exciting her to new levels.

Winry poked her head out the window, golden hair still bedraggled, tumbling over her shoulder. "Ed, some of us pulled all nighters to fix your automail."

"Sorry," he said, meaning it but didn't manage to translate it to his tone.

Winry's eyes narrowed and she disappeared back into her room. Ed sighed but he ignored Den so the dog would hush. He was bored, as much as Ed hated to admit it. The Promised Day had passed. Al was back. His brother was back yet Ed was still bored. He felt slightly ashamed but in his defense, Al slept most of the time, his frail body still having a lot of recovery to do. Ed didn't get his limbs back, not that he truly had expected to. Deep down, he knew severed limbs couldn't have survived beyond the Gate for years, knew he wouldn’t magically get them back. Al was all that had ever really mattered.

Ed sighed again. The only books in the house were automail related and a dull romance probably left by a patient that he had read twice already. He didn't like being at loose ends. Al needed him here and Roy wanted them both to lay low. He didn't even really want them strolling around Resembol just yet. Still, Ed itched at least to escape to the tiny library in the heart of town. Ed didn't mind his forced confinement on the surface of it. He wanted to be there for Al and to have time with Winry but, after being always on-the-go for so many years, he had forgotten how to relax. Being anywhere but in the thick of it felt somehow wrong.

To his surprise, Ed saw a large old blanket tossed out on the grass behind the Rockbell house. His brother lay in the center of it, sunglasses perched on his nose. His wheelchair rested nearby. "What are you doing, Al?"

"Lying in the sun obviously." Al slid the glasses down so his brother could properly see the golden-eyed roll of exasperation. "Granny said I needed fresh air." Al struggled to sit up and Ed resisted the urge to help him. Al needed to work his muscles but it was difficult to not assist him. Al's body was painful to look at, so skeletally thin he reminded Ed of a Daddy Longlegs. "I heard you winding up Den."

"Den is self-winding." Ed waved him off, flopping down beside his brother. "And Winry yelled at me for it."

"Be nice to Winry, brother," Al cautioned as if Ed would forget that. Granted, the day-old knot on Ed's crown suggested Al might have a point. "How's the new automail?"

"Shiny," Ed replied, displaying the arm. "I swear, if Winry thought she could mirror this finish, she'd have me blinding people."

Al's gaunt face pulled into a visage of near mourning. "I'm sorry you didn't get your limbs back, Ed."

"It's all right." Ed patted his brother's leg. "I can bear the automail." They might need the reminder, Ed thought, of their youthful hubris.

"Winry won't mind." The sly look on Al's face told Ed it was past time to forbid his brother from seeing that bastard, Mustang.

"Winry likes me as I am," Ed conceded, knowing Winry might even prefer him just a hair because he sported the metal she so loved.

"I'd use a stronger term, brother." Al gave his head a little shake, his long hair swirling around over his slender back. He turned a young innocent expression on Ed. "Before someone else steals her away. You never know when a dashing soldier in need of a new limb, who possesses more romantic sense than a cobblestone, might swoop down on her." Al's innocent look faded and one of pure Elric evil replaced it. "Or she is lured away by a more handsome and taller alchemist."

Ed shoved his brother lightly but Al still had to windmill his arms so not to fall over. "I get it," Ed said blushing.

"I sincerely hope so."

Ed wasn’t sure he liked Al acting like the big brother but he couldn't deny the young man's point.

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"Ed, what are you doing outside?" Winry hissed, tightening her bathrobe around her body as she headed off the porch. "It's the middle of the night."

"I couldn't sleep, sorry." Ed watched as the moonlight accented her hair. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought I saw a prowler." Winry eyed him.

"And you came out anyhow?" Ed barked.

Winry reached into her pocket, pulling out a wrench, displaying it.

He snorted. "Do you sleep with those things?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Winry twirled it.

He couldn't tell her just how much he really wanted to. She'd think he was a pervert.

Winry held out a hand. "Let's go back inside."

The gesture surprised him but Ed allowed himself to take her hand. Even more shocking, Winry led him to her room. She didn't have to raise a finger to her lips. The last thing he wanted was for the old hag to hear him in Winry's room.

"Sit, Ed." Winry pointed to the bed with its tousled bedding.

"I'm not the dog, Winry."

"The way you were barking this morning, it's hard to tell." She grinned, sitting next to him. "You're going to listen to me while I have your full attention, Edward. There are things you need to know."

"I always lis-" His protestation was swallowed by Winry's mouth covering his. When she let him up for air, Ed stammered. "That didn't involve listening."

Winry rolled her eyes. "Shut up, Edward." Her hands enmeshed in his hair, tilting his head back. He didn’t have time to protest the rough treatment and when her lips conquered his, Ed couldn't imagine why he even fleetingly entertained the idea of protesting.

"Touch me," she demanded as her hands slipped up under his pajama top.

Hesitantly, Ed smoothed a hand along the curve of Winry's back, his own skin shuddering at her light touch. He had given much thought about what Winry might feel like under his hands all those lonely nights he had tried to fool Al into thinking he was asleep. At the moment, Ed couldn't remember if he had been even close to being right.

Winry's fingers trailed along the scar that Number Forty-Eight had given him across his belly. His own hands hesitated in the small of her back, wanting to move lower but he was too unsure of Winry's full intentions.

Shrugging out of his grip, Winry eyed him like a starved refugee put before a banquet. "Take your shirt off, Ed."

He shot her a bewildered look but happily obeyed, letting the shirt fall to the floor. Ed suddenly felt very exposed. He knew that Winry wouldn't judge his collection of scars and metal and find him unacceptable and yet that fear played in his mind. Her calloused thumb flicked over his nipple then she stroked her hand down over the faint line of golden fluff on his belly, leading to points below his belt. The tickle of her hand had more of an affect than he was sure Winry intended.

"Winry, we shouldn't-"

This time it was her hand that cut off his words. "You're listening, not talking, remember?" She grabbed his wrists, bearing him back against the bed. Winry straddled him, her breasts brushing against his chest. "Listen." She nipped his chin. "Not talk."

Ed didn't protest, even if he knew he should. It felt so good, rendering protests unable to even really form. There wasn't a part of his mouth Winry's tongue didn't explore, her hips rocking against his. Even mentally reciting the periodic table - too afraid to do it verbally lest Winry stop what she was doing - didn't help. He was incredibly hard, apparently unable to control himself even doing something as simple as kissing. He had fantasized a little too much about this movement and now that it was here, he was so overwhelmed. Did Winry notice the mountain forming below his belt?

"I like this version of you, all quiet and obedient." With a grin, she brushed over his erection, making him moan. Oh yes, she definitely knew. “You really are a dog of the military.”

"Hey," he protested weakly, too amazed at the warmth he could feel radiating off Winry to object with any conviction. He wanted, no needed her to move.

"You are my dog," Winry informed him, grinding down on him, to prove her point.

Ed rested his hand on her belly. "Winry, you need to stop," he mumbled, his hips rocking up against her, seeming independent of his will. Ed knew they weren't quite ready for what his body seemed to think it was but he was so close. She was going to think he was a pervert, he thought not for the first time tonight.

"You don't like this?" She sounded honestly surprised.

"I do like it, too much," he replied, his voice gravelly with desire.

"I was so hoping you would." Winry's hand caressed down over his belly, as she ignored his throaty warning to stop, moving up over the tent in his pants.

Ed groaned loudly, his body shuddering. A sticky warmth spread all over his belly and when the cobwebs cleared from his mind, Ed was reminded that he was, after all, only a teen-aged boy with all the incumbent shortcomings. He felt the blush burn its way from chest to hairline.

"Oh," Winry said as the realization settled upon her. "I didn't think it would happen so fast."

Ed groaned in acute humiliation.

"I'll take it slower next time," she promised.

He covered his face then the words sank in. Ed peered through metal fingers. "Next time?"

A hungry grin answered for Winry. Ed thought he might have to write the bastard a thank you note for stranding him in Resembool.