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cornerofmadness) wrote2009-11-22 10:15 pm
cornerofmadness) wrote2009-11-22 10:15 pm
Fic - Learning New Roles
Learning New Roles
Author –![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cornerofmadness
Disclaimer – nope, not mine
Rating – NC-17
Pairing – Winry/Ed
Word Count – 2418
Timeline/Spoilers – post Promised Day but no real spoilers.
Summary – She can make him do the craziest things
Author’s note – written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
springkink for the prompt - Fullmetal Alchemist: Winry/Edward: Submission/collaring: ‘Dog of the military’, huh? Thanks to littlechemist01 for the beta
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“Where are you going?” Winry demanded to know, her knuckles going white as she clung to the door frame of the guest room. Ed, barely able to be pried away from Al’s side back in Central, had only agreed to come back to Resembool because the final battle had left him next to immobile from the sheer amount of damage down to his automail. Hohenheim explained that Ed’s limbs, like Izumi’s organs were a lost cause; the cost of their sin. At least Al had been retrieved, not quite hale but whole at any rate.
“You fixed me,” Ed said, continuing his packing such as it was. “I need to get back to Al.”
“He has all the nurses and doctors in the world waiting on his every need in Central. Besides Dr. Marcoh is with him, not to mention the Colonel, Miss Hawkeye and Mr. Armstrong. You don’t have to rush back. They won’t let anything happen to Al,” Winry protested. She had been surprised Hohenheim had come back to Resembool rather than stay with his son. Then again he had stayed with one of them, the one who would be the tougher nut to crack. Also, Hohenheim seemed to be in deep mourning at Aunt Trisha’s grave, something that seemed odd to Winry at this late date.
“I’m still in the military.” Ed snapped up the case and sailed past her. He thundered down the steps, heading for the kitchen door. He paused long enough to snag an apple out of the fruit basket.
“And I know that the colonel put you on leave to recover from your injures and to be with Al. You’re not dashing back to Central,” Winry argued, following on his heels.
“Winry, you know how it is.”
“I know how you apparently want it to be.” Winry picked something up off the butcher table next to the door. “Give me a hug goodbye.”
Ed turned toward her, befuddlement in his golden eyes. Winry understood the source. She had never been very touchy feely with either brother. Sure there had been spontaneous hugs but she had never asked for them. He held out his arms and Winry threw herself into them. Her arms wrapped around his neck and when he was distracted by the hug, or more likely the feel of her boobs squashing against him, Winry slipped Den’s spare collar around his neck, leash and all.
“What the hell, Winry?” Ed barked when she fastened it down.
“You want to be a dog of the military? Fine. Let’s see how well you obey.” Her eyes glinted wickedly.
Ed scowled. “This isn’t funny.”
Winry tugged gently on the leash, grinning ferally at him. “Depends on your point of view.”
He let out a sigh so dramatic it could have won him a spot on stage. “Fine. You’ve made your point. I can stay a day or two and maybe you could come with me to Central and help take care of Al.”
“Better.”
“Good.” Ed went to pull the collar off and Winry slapped his hand. His jaw dropped.
“Leave it on, doggie. I’ve finally got you where I want you so behave.” She tugged the leash again.
“What if someone were to see, Winry?” Ed whined, his eyes flickering to the window.
“Who? Granny took your Dad to the Alibi tonight. Who knows how long they’ll be out drinking.”
“There are other people in Resembool.”
“What? You expect Pitt and Nellie to have their noses pressed to the kitchen window?” Winry laughed.
“More like a camera lens with my luck,” he groused, going for the collar again with the same result.
“Then you’d better come with me.”
Holding the leash, Winry took off back upstairs. With a startled yelp, Ed followed her. She took him to her bedroom and in spite of being alone, locked the door behind them. She detached the leash but left the collar on Ed before slipping a finger under the worn old leather, dragging him into a kiss. Winry swirled her tongue through his mouth, planning to just startle Edward but instead found it next to impossible to stop kissing him. Finally, she needed to breathe and took a step back.
His lips moist, Ed started at her, obviously stunned. “Wow…wow.” He grabbed her pulling her back into another breathless kiss.
Winry suddenly became very aware of certain parts of her body as the only minimally explored triangle between her legs tingled, feeling so very warm. She also noticed changed in Edward’s body, something hard pressing against her hip. There was a difference to this hardness. Unlike the metal shoulder she clung to, this part of him gave just a little against her. “My puppy is learning his lessons.”
He barked at her then laughed. “He has a good mistress.”
“Mistress?” Winry purred. “I like the sounds of that.” She pointed to the bed. Ed’s eyes widened.
“Winry?”
“I almost lost you, Edward. I don’t want to wait any longer to love you,” she said, her voice cracking. She would not start crying, dammit, it would ruin the mood.
“But…” He glanced at the bed. “It’s a really big step.”
“Yes, but we’ve known each other our whole lives. It’s not like we need to go out on a handful of dates to see if we’d get along. We already know . It’s time,” she argued.
Ed sat on the bed, looking up at her expectantly. Winry smiled.
“Take off your shirt,” she ordered and was instantly greeted with a familiar sight. She knew that torso so well. The only thing new was the collar…no, wait. What the hell was that scar? Winry sat with Ed, her hand exploring the ragged scar on his belly. Her fingers found one on his back that matched it. Her breath hitched.
“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you later,” he said, his living fingers caressing her neck.
Winry nodded. If he told her now, she knew she might come undone. She nipped his chin as her finger circled around one of his nipples. She had listen to Garfiel and his friends talking sex around the shop but she was still mildly surprised to watch that little bud of flesh harden up on a guy just like it would with a girl. Her own stabbed against her bra and shirt. Ed’s flesh shivered under her touch, making her feel empowered. “Take off my shirt.”
His pupils overtook the gold in his eyes and she couldn’t help but notice Ed’s hands shook as he did so. He didn’t wait for an invitation. He kissed her bared collarbone as he tried, and failed, to get her bra undone. “Damn, how does this thing work? Why are there so many hooks?”
“To keep you boys in check,” she replied, laughing. With two fingers on either hand, she reached back and undid it quickly.
Still muttering curses, Ed slid the bra off her arms. His fingers played with her nipples, one set of fingers hot and the other cool and slick. Both were rewarded as her flesh hardened further as she sighed. She toyed with the collar then smoothed her hands down his belly. His erection stood, very evident, against the black cotton of his trousers. He flushed a bit when he realized she was looking at it.
“Lie back on the bed,” Winry ordered and he hesitated only a moment before doing so. She undid his belt and zipper. The head of his cock peeked out from his boxers, bright rose in hue and moist, the foreskin peeled back around it. Winry touched it, surprised at how velvety and warm it was. Ed hissed at her touch, the pink blush on his face spreading down over his shoulder. “Does that feel good?”
Ed’s head bobbed frantically. “More,” he begged raggedly.
Winry freed his penis from his clothing, trailing a finger along the heavy vein that coursed like an old lazy creek along the top of it. His shaft jumped at her touch and she felt him getting longer, more engorged the more she touched him. Her own increasing dampness, the heaviness of her flesh urged her hand motions on. A frisson of worry tickled up Winry’s spine. She had been told what to expect by various friends but seeing his erection exposed Winry wasn’t sure how it was going to fit.
She let him go for a moment, slipping off the bed so she could start getting her pants off. “Edward, strip,” she said and he was a little slower to obey, almost as if he were suddenly shy. She knew how he felt. This might be her idea but Winry had to confess she was nervous. Before getting back into bed, she opened her night stand and took out the tin of condoms she had bought when she learned Ed was coming home. She set it on top the stand.
“You planned this,” he said, sounding both annoyed and amused.
“Not the collar part.” Winry caressed his neck. “But I think I like it.”
Ed snorted at her, pulling her back on the bed. His lips found a nipple, sucking at it. Winry moaned as more blood hurtled southward. She took his living hand and guided it up her thigh. From the expression on his face and the way he fumbled, Winry knew Ed hadn’t spent much time studying female anatomy. She showed him how she liked to touch herself. To his credit, Edward was a fast study.
By design or accident, his finger slipped up inside her, creating a fluttering feeling deep inside her. Winry bit back a cry, her hand going down to cup his testicles first then slid back up his cock. The tip bore little pearls of liquid now, sticky yet slick at the same time.
“Slowly,” he said, his cheeks bright red. “Or I won’t last.”
Winry had been warned about boys and that particular problem. She reached for the tin. She had been told the thick rubber of the condom helped cure ejaculating too soon. Somehow, it was more difficult to tug the thing down than she expected and from his little pout, Winry didn’t think Ed really liked it much. Not that he would complain or want to do without. They were both too smart for that.
Ed nudged her back toward the mattress and Winry lay back, letting him take the lead. Maybe Ed already knew what to do, but she doubted it. His mouth sealed over hers and Winry could feel part of him thumping against her, not quite able to find its way at first. Winry couldn’t swallow back the cry that vibrated against his lips as Ed first managed to push into her.
Ed stopped, looking at her, half horrified. “Winry?”
She captured his face in her hands, trying to ignore the pain that was slowly dissipating. “I’m fine, Edward. Nothing I wasn’t expecting.” Winry hoped there wouldn’t be too much blood afterward or Ed might be so upset she couldn’t talk him into it again. She kissed him hungrily nudging him with her hips to get him to move again.
They struggled to find a rhythm that worked and wasn’t awkward. Winry wasn’t entirely sure they were doing it right. Some of it did feel good. It must require practice. She was entirely in favor of that because she did like feeling him in her, against her, loved the lust mixing with the gold in his eyes. The expression on his face a few moments later was just as memorable for different reasons, ones she’d never tell Ed. He shuddered against her, panting like he had run a race.
Ed collapsed on the bed next to her, his chest heaving. Winry pulled the condom from his flagging penis and tied it off, dropping it to the floor to be dealt with later when she was entirely sure she could still walk. Stretching out on her side, Winry settled back with him, resting her cheek on his sweaty chest. He rubbed her back. “Are you okay?”
“I’ll be fine,” she promised him. “That was fun.” It wasn’t quite all entirely fun but it had promise and the bald truth would only hurt. It would get better, Winry was sure of it.
“I thought I hurt you,” he said, his eyes downcast.
“A little but that’s how it goes for girls,” she replied, thinking that it was entirely unfair.
“Sorry,” he murmured, his eyelids seemingly too heavy for him.
“It won’t happen next time,” Winry said, playing with the little hairs, so pale they were almost invisible, that made a line down from his bellybutton.
A wide, sleepy smile crossed over his face. “I like the sound of next time.”
Winry grinned. “I do, too.” She tried to snuggle in tighter but Ed suddenly sat up. “Ed?”
“Did you hear that?” he asked.
“Are you getting paranoid? No one’s around,” she said but then she heard it, too. Singing. Loud singing that came up the walk and entered the house.
As the singing started up the stairs, Ed bowled out of bed, trying to find his pants. Winry grabbed for her nightgown off her dressing table. Granny and Hohenheim, from the sounds of bodies hitting the wall and the nonsense they were singing at the top of their lungs, had to be drunker than lords. The singing came down the hall then stopped at Winry’s door.
“It’s been a long night, granddaughter,” Pinako said through the wood. “Be quiet in the morning please. That goes for you, too, Edward.”
Ed’s mouth dropped. “How did she know?” he hissed and Winry shushed him but she could hear the adults moving away.
“You still have a hollow leg, Pinako. It’s really rather amazing,” Hohenheim was saying.
“Too bad I’m still not a young woman. You wouldn’t stand a chance,” Pinako cackled.
“Back then no man did,” Hohenheim replied then their voices disappeared behind a door.
“I’m pretending I never heard that.” Ed shuddered, creeping toward the door.
“Where are you going now?” Winry asked exasperated.
“Um…my room.”
“Get in the bed, Edward,” Winry pointed. “It’s not like Granny doesn’t know you’re in here. If she didn’t like it, she would have come in and dragged you out by your ear.” She hooked a finger in the collar they had forgotten to remove. “I’m not done with you. Now back into bed.”
That was one order Ed didn’t even think to disobey.
Author –
cornerofmadnessDisclaimer – nope, not mine
Rating – NC-17
Pairing – Winry/Ed
Word Count – 2418
Timeline/Spoilers – post Promised Day but no real spoilers.
Summary – She can make him do the craziest things
Author’s note – written for
springkink for the prompt - Fullmetal Alchemist: Winry/Edward: Submission/collaring: ‘Dog of the military’, huh? Thanks to littlechemist01 for the beta* * *
“Where are you going?” Winry demanded to know, her knuckles going white as she clung to the door frame of the guest room. Ed, barely able to be pried away from Al’s side back in Central, had only agreed to come back to Resembool because the final battle had left him next to immobile from the sheer amount of damage down to his automail. Hohenheim explained that Ed’s limbs, like Izumi’s organs were a lost cause; the cost of their sin. At least Al had been retrieved, not quite hale but whole at any rate.
“You fixed me,” Ed said, continuing his packing such as it was. “I need to get back to Al.”
“He has all the nurses and doctors in the world waiting on his every need in Central. Besides Dr. Marcoh is with him, not to mention the Colonel, Miss Hawkeye and Mr. Armstrong. You don’t have to rush back. They won’t let anything happen to Al,” Winry protested. She had been surprised Hohenheim had come back to Resembool rather than stay with his son. Then again he had stayed with one of them, the one who would be the tougher nut to crack. Also, Hohenheim seemed to be in deep mourning at Aunt Trisha’s grave, something that seemed odd to Winry at this late date.
“I’m still in the military.” Ed snapped up the case and sailed past her. He thundered down the steps, heading for the kitchen door. He paused long enough to snag an apple out of the fruit basket.
“And I know that the colonel put you on leave to recover from your injures and to be with Al. You’re not dashing back to Central,” Winry argued, following on his heels.
“Winry, you know how it is.”
“I know how you apparently want it to be.” Winry picked something up off the butcher table next to the door. “Give me a hug goodbye.”
Ed turned toward her, befuddlement in his golden eyes. Winry understood the source. She had never been very touchy feely with either brother. Sure there had been spontaneous hugs but she had never asked for them. He held out his arms and Winry threw herself into them. Her arms wrapped around his neck and when he was distracted by the hug, or more likely the feel of her boobs squashing against him, Winry slipped Den’s spare collar around his neck, leash and all.
“What the hell, Winry?” Ed barked when she fastened it down.
“You want to be a dog of the military? Fine. Let’s see how well you obey.” Her eyes glinted wickedly.
Ed scowled. “This isn’t funny.”
Winry tugged gently on the leash, grinning ferally at him. “Depends on your point of view.”
He let out a sigh so dramatic it could have won him a spot on stage. “Fine. You’ve made your point. I can stay a day or two and maybe you could come with me to Central and help take care of Al.”
“Better.”
“Good.” Ed went to pull the collar off and Winry slapped his hand. His jaw dropped.
“Leave it on, doggie. I’ve finally got you where I want you so behave.” She tugged the leash again.
“What if someone were to see, Winry?” Ed whined, his eyes flickering to the window.
“Who? Granny took your Dad to the Alibi tonight. Who knows how long they’ll be out drinking.”
“There are other people in Resembool.”
“What? You expect Pitt and Nellie to have their noses pressed to the kitchen window?” Winry laughed.
“More like a camera lens with my luck,” he groused, going for the collar again with the same result.
“Then you’d better come with me.”
Holding the leash, Winry took off back upstairs. With a startled yelp, Ed followed her. She took him to her bedroom and in spite of being alone, locked the door behind them. She detached the leash but left the collar on Ed before slipping a finger under the worn old leather, dragging him into a kiss. Winry swirled her tongue through his mouth, planning to just startle Edward but instead found it next to impossible to stop kissing him. Finally, she needed to breathe and took a step back.
His lips moist, Ed started at her, obviously stunned. “Wow…wow.” He grabbed her pulling her back into another breathless kiss.
Winry suddenly became very aware of certain parts of her body as the only minimally explored triangle between her legs tingled, feeling so very warm. She also noticed changed in Edward’s body, something hard pressing against her hip. There was a difference to this hardness. Unlike the metal shoulder she clung to, this part of him gave just a little against her. “My puppy is learning his lessons.”
He barked at her then laughed. “He has a good mistress.”
“Mistress?” Winry purred. “I like the sounds of that.” She pointed to the bed. Ed’s eyes widened.
“Winry?”
“I almost lost you, Edward. I don’t want to wait any longer to love you,” she said, her voice cracking. She would not start crying, dammit, it would ruin the mood.
“But…” He glanced at the bed. “It’s a really big step.”
“Yes, but we’ve known each other our whole lives. It’s not like we need to go out on a handful of dates to see if we’d get along. We already know . It’s time,” she argued.
Ed sat on the bed, looking up at her expectantly. Winry smiled.
“Take off your shirt,” she ordered and was instantly greeted with a familiar sight. She knew that torso so well. The only thing new was the collar…no, wait. What the hell was that scar? Winry sat with Ed, her hand exploring the ragged scar on his belly. Her fingers found one on his back that matched it. Her breath hitched.
“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you later,” he said, his living fingers caressing her neck.
Winry nodded. If he told her now, she knew she might come undone. She nipped his chin as her finger circled around one of his nipples. She had listen to Garfiel and his friends talking sex around the shop but she was still mildly surprised to watch that little bud of flesh harden up on a guy just like it would with a girl. Her own stabbed against her bra and shirt. Ed’s flesh shivered under her touch, making her feel empowered. “Take off my shirt.”
His pupils overtook the gold in his eyes and she couldn’t help but notice Ed’s hands shook as he did so. He didn’t wait for an invitation. He kissed her bared collarbone as he tried, and failed, to get her bra undone. “Damn, how does this thing work? Why are there so many hooks?”
“To keep you boys in check,” she replied, laughing. With two fingers on either hand, she reached back and undid it quickly.
Still muttering curses, Ed slid the bra off her arms. His fingers played with her nipples, one set of fingers hot and the other cool and slick. Both were rewarded as her flesh hardened further as she sighed. She toyed with the collar then smoothed her hands down his belly. His erection stood, very evident, against the black cotton of his trousers. He flushed a bit when he realized she was looking at it.
“Lie back on the bed,” Winry ordered and he hesitated only a moment before doing so. She undid his belt and zipper. The head of his cock peeked out from his boxers, bright rose in hue and moist, the foreskin peeled back around it. Winry touched it, surprised at how velvety and warm it was. Ed hissed at her touch, the pink blush on his face spreading down over his shoulder. “Does that feel good?”
Ed’s head bobbed frantically. “More,” he begged raggedly.
Winry freed his penis from his clothing, trailing a finger along the heavy vein that coursed like an old lazy creek along the top of it. His shaft jumped at her touch and she felt him getting longer, more engorged the more she touched him. Her own increasing dampness, the heaviness of her flesh urged her hand motions on. A frisson of worry tickled up Winry’s spine. She had been told what to expect by various friends but seeing his erection exposed Winry wasn’t sure how it was going to fit.
She let him go for a moment, slipping off the bed so she could start getting her pants off. “Edward, strip,” she said and he was a little slower to obey, almost as if he were suddenly shy. She knew how he felt. This might be her idea but Winry had to confess she was nervous. Before getting back into bed, she opened her night stand and took out the tin of condoms she had bought when she learned Ed was coming home. She set it on top the stand.
“You planned this,” he said, sounding both annoyed and amused.
“Not the collar part.” Winry caressed his neck. “But I think I like it.”
Ed snorted at her, pulling her back on the bed. His lips found a nipple, sucking at it. Winry moaned as more blood hurtled southward. She took his living hand and guided it up her thigh. From the expression on his face and the way he fumbled, Winry knew Ed hadn’t spent much time studying female anatomy. She showed him how she liked to touch herself. To his credit, Edward was a fast study.
By design or accident, his finger slipped up inside her, creating a fluttering feeling deep inside her. Winry bit back a cry, her hand going down to cup his testicles first then slid back up his cock. The tip bore little pearls of liquid now, sticky yet slick at the same time.
“Slowly,” he said, his cheeks bright red. “Or I won’t last.”
Winry had been warned about boys and that particular problem. She reached for the tin. She had been told the thick rubber of the condom helped cure ejaculating too soon. Somehow, it was more difficult to tug the thing down than she expected and from his little pout, Winry didn’t think Ed really liked it much. Not that he would complain or want to do without. They were both too smart for that.
Ed nudged her back toward the mattress and Winry lay back, letting him take the lead. Maybe Ed already knew what to do, but she doubted it. His mouth sealed over hers and Winry could feel part of him thumping against her, not quite able to find its way at first. Winry couldn’t swallow back the cry that vibrated against his lips as Ed first managed to push into her.
Ed stopped, looking at her, half horrified. “Winry?”
She captured his face in her hands, trying to ignore the pain that was slowly dissipating. “I’m fine, Edward. Nothing I wasn’t expecting.” Winry hoped there wouldn’t be too much blood afterward or Ed might be so upset she couldn’t talk him into it again. She kissed him hungrily nudging him with her hips to get him to move again.
They struggled to find a rhythm that worked and wasn’t awkward. Winry wasn’t entirely sure they were doing it right. Some of it did feel good. It must require practice. She was entirely in favor of that because she did like feeling him in her, against her, loved the lust mixing with the gold in his eyes. The expression on his face a few moments later was just as memorable for different reasons, ones she’d never tell Ed. He shuddered against her, panting like he had run a race.
Ed collapsed on the bed next to her, his chest heaving. Winry pulled the condom from his flagging penis and tied it off, dropping it to the floor to be dealt with later when she was entirely sure she could still walk. Stretching out on her side, Winry settled back with him, resting her cheek on his sweaty chest. He rubbed her back. “Are you okay?”
“I’ll be fine,” she promised him. “That was fun.” It wasn’t quite all entirely fun but it had promise and the bald truth would only hurt. It would get better, Winry was sure of it.
“I thought I hurt you,” he said, his eyes downcast.
“A little but that’s how it goes for girls,” she replied, thinking that it was entirely unfair.
“Sorry,” he murmured, his eyelids seemingly too heavy for him.
“It won’t happen next time,” Winry said, playing with the little hairs, so pale they were almost invisible, that made a line down from his bellybutton.
A wide, sleepy smile crossed over his face. “I like the sound of next time.”
Winry grinned. “I do, too.” She tried to snuggle in tighter but Ed suddenly sat up. “Ed?”
“Did you hear that?” he asked.
“Are you getting paranoid? No one’s around,” she said but then she heard it, too. Singing. Loud singing that came up the walk and entered the house.
As the singing started up the stairs, Ed bowled out of bed, trying to find his pants. Winry grabbed for her nightgown off her dressing table. Granny and Hohenheim, from the sounds of bodies hitting the wall and the nonsense they were singing at the top of their lungs, had to be drunker than lords. The singing came down the hall then stopped at Winry’s door.
“It’s been a long night, granddaughter,” Pinako said through the wood. “Be quiet in the morning please. That goes for you, too, Edward.”
Ed’s mouth dropped. “How did she know?” he hissed and Winry shushed him but she could hear the adults moving away.
“You still have a hollow leg, Pinako. It’s really rather amazing,” Hohenheim was saying.
“Too bad I’m still not a young woman. You wouldn’t stand a chance,” Pinako cackled.
“Back then no man did,” Hohenheim replied then their voices disappeared behind a door.
“I’m pretending I never heard that.” Ed shuddered, creeping toward the door.
“Where are you going now?” Winry asked exasperated.
“Um…my room.”
“Get in the bed, Edward,” Winry pointed. “It’s not like Granny doesn’t know you’re in here. If she didn’t like it, she would have come in and dragged you out by your ear.” She hooked a finger in the collar they had forgotten to remove. “I’m not done with you. Now back into bed.”
That was one order Ed didn’t even think to disobey.
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