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A breath.
Out.
His breath runs over his bare skin with the exhale. They must have removed his jacket and his button down.
In.
Rope tugs at his chest, they run over the top of his pecs and wrap around near the bottom of his ribs, harnessed to the back of the chair that someone had tied him to.
Out.
Roy opens his eyes slowly, adjusting to the dim light around him. The room is lit by candles on the low table, casting just enough light for him to see in front of him but not much more. Mood lighting, his brain supplies unhelpfully.
The smell of warm spices surround him, heady. Light from the candles glint off of a bowl that holds some type of incense, the smoke rolling lazily in the air. It is ornate and painted, red and gold weave together to make geometric patterns, symbols he doesn't recognize, signs of a time since past. A red cloth with fine gold embroidery stitched into it is folded nicely is set off to the side. His gloves are resting beside the head scarf.
Kidnapped by the Xerxian government. Of course.
His arms are tied tight behind his back. He wiggles in the chair slightly, testing the knots, pressing his finger tips together. The fiber rubs against his skin, dragging in place as he shifts his arms, biting and providing solid friction against his wrists — now is not the time to be thinking of that — not budging an inch.
The same rope rubs at his ankles which are tied to the legs of the chair as he moves in place, trying to find a weak spot in the knots.
Footsteps echo into the room and a shadow crosses over the door.
It opens. A blonde steps into the room, his gold eyes glowing in the candlelight.
Edward Elric. The crown prince of Xerxes.
The Prince's hair was down, covering his shoulders rather than up in his usual ponytail. Kohl surrounded his eyes, making the gold shine. A thin strip of leather encircled his neck and a charm of the flamel rested in the dip of his throat. His chest was bare but covered in fine metals that eccentuated his physique.
Gold bands encircled his upper arms.
His sides dipped in at his waist and he wore long flowing pants exposing the outside of his thighs, a bright red that accented the tan on his skin, a leather belt, the same as the collar, looped through it to keep them up.
The light made the gold in his hair and the automail of his right arm glow, bringing an air of royality around the Prince.
Roy growls under his breath, baring his teeth as the Xerxian walks farther into the room. With his chest puffed out, he stalks towards where Roy is sat, an air of hautiness surrounding him. His heart beats in his chest hard and his breath shallows — fuck him not now.
The Prince walks around him slowly, metal fingertips trailing over the warm skin of his shoulders. Roy tenses as Elric walks behind him, not knowing what is to come next.
Fingers check the security of the ropes deftly before the Prince is in front of him again. The curious fingers trail over his collarbones and tracing the box harness created by the ropes. Sharp eyes gaze over him assessing the position he was in.
Legs spread and arms behind his back, Roy looks up at Prince, meeting his eyes defiantly. A small smirk on the blondes face as he moved forward closer to the General.
He raises his eyebrow in surprise as the blonde straddles his legs.
"I expected you to put up more of a fight General Mustang…Flame Alchemist…Youngest General in Amestrian history," Prince Elric purrs out as he rests his arms on Roy's shoulders, twirling his fingers around the hair at the base of his skull.
He sneers in response, "Well you certainly didn't fight fair Princeling." He hisses as Elric's fingers tighten in his hair and pulls — gods alive— his head back so he was looking up at him.
Golden eyes sparkle down at him in amusement.
"Now, why would I do that?" A sly smile on Elric's face as he looks down upon him, his tone condescending.
"You would think, for a people who have been taken advantage of, you would at least fight fair. Not tie people up before they show you what they can do." He smirks at the Prince, leaning back into the grasp in his hair arrogantly. He trails his eyes down slowly over his form before looking back up to him. He would not be the one to flinch.
The Princes left hand slides from his hair, releasing the tension at the back of his head. Fingertips drag through his hair, over his scalp, tracing gently over his ear and cheekbones, intimately, almost like he was afraid to hurt him, before gripping his jaw tight, "Such a brat."
Roy gazes up at him, his face heating up against his will as he glares at the Prince, his jaw set firm.
"I've heard the big bad guard dog likes to be tied up by it's Master." One hand is still in his hair as the left trails from his chin, over his neck, and rests at the base of his throat, his heart thumping wildly under his palm.
Roy swallows hard. His adams apple bobs against the warm skin. Oh fuck.
"Besides, I'd rather have the guard dog be tied up at my command than running loose."
He bites the inside of his cheek as the hand at his throat trails down and grabs the ropes around his chest, pulling him close. His eyes flutter for a moment, a soft moan leaves his lips unbidden.
Elric grins, "Good dog."
Shame flushes through him, his pants tightening as the Prince stares at him.
"I guess even an old dog like General Mustang can learn new tricks." He teases, hands trailing over Roy's chest and down his sides before he leans in, pressing wet kisses to his neck.
His eyes flutter again as he strains against the ropes — tied up and kidnapped by a foreign government, teased by the crown prince, there has to be an end goal to this.
"What do you want?" He gasps out as Elric bites at his shoulder, canines digging in, his hips seeking the heat of the Prince's against his better judgment. His hands flex in the ties.
Suction against his skin wants to make him moan and he feels like he misses something when the Prince responds with, "A decorated General on our side. One that will foster connections between Xerxes and Amestris. One that we will have on the inside to advocate for us, push motions for us."
Nails scratch at his sides, enticing static and warmth follows the path traced along the ropes.
"Fuck you," he breathes out, straining towards him against the restraints.
"In your dreams."
Lips crash hard against his. Sharp teeth bite at his lip and at his gasp, Elric's tongue swirls into his mouth exploringly, like he wanted to devour him. It is sharp and wet — gods. He presses their tongues together, sliding back against him. Roy pants into the kiss, licking Elric's pallet, coaxing him closer to him.
Saliva connects them as Elric pulls back for a breath but Roy surges forward, connecting their lips again, their teeth clashing together for a brief moment.
He groans into the kiss as hands push him back into the chair, reveling in the friction provided as the Prince grinds against him.
He feels lightheaded by the time Elric pulls away from him, in favor of mapping a path of bruises down his neck.
Whimpers are dragged him his throat, his mind spinning as he tries to find a way out of here.
He closes his eyes, his head tipping back focusing on the tautness of his shoulders as a focal point. If he was able to get out of the rope, he could easily grab his gloves and fight his way out. Or maybe he would get lucky enough that someone would find him.
The idea of someone finding him debauched by the Prince however…
He yelps when the young Elric pulls away with a nip at his skin. "I don't think so. I'll be the one calling the shots here." The prince leans down, taking his nipple into his wet mouth, sucking and licking, lavishing it. "Now pay attention General and take it like a good dog that you are." Roy's breath stutters as the prince moves to abuse the other nipple.
He needs a distraction if he is going to get out of here.
"Does your brother know that y-youre doing this? Teasing an Amestris General, one that is certainly more than twice your age?" Roy hedges, biting back a whimper when the Prince seeks his own pleasure against him.
"You would be surprised with what my brother is okay with me doing. And what I'm doing is I'm going to make you feel so good that you're going to be crawling back to me for more." He retorts, letting out a soft moan as he grinds down, his hair falling over his shoulder.
Roy wants to reach out and card his fingers through it. He wants to — shameless moans spill out of his lips as Elric pulls his hair again.
Roys eyes flutter in pleasure, his cock straining on his pants. "I… oh god," he whines out as his chest is bitten at. "Fuck." He curses, grinding his hips up the best he can.
Suddenly, theres a foot of space between them, Roy's hips thrusting into the air.
"Bad dog," He chastises, "Good dogs take what they're given and beg for more."
Roy bares his teeth at the kid before him, his chest heaves with a breath, "You've clearly never dealt with the Amestris military."
Elric smirks. "Doesn't mean I don't have a few tricks up my sleeve, old man."
The blue light of transmutation flashes and the pressure around his ankles release as the Prince slices through the ropes easily, the automail knife blurring back into his hand afterword.
He blinks in surprise and before he can attempt to lash out at the Prince, he kneels down in front of him, spreading Roy's legs wide, pushed open by his knees, to rest on either side of the chair, his metal arm firmly planted against his hips preventing him from moving, the Prince overpowering him in that moment.
The automail is close enough to make his cock jump in response. The pressure firm and unmoving at his hips.
He takes a moment to run his fingers where the rope was placed. Fingers then hook into waistband and tug down. "Up." Elric says to him, looking up from where he was kneeling inbetween Roy's thighs. His breath stutters as Elric lifts his hips effortlessly, the young Prince pulling his pants and undergarments down in one go. His hips slide down giving him better access.
The cloth is replaces with a cool fingers mapping over his muscles, running over the inside of his thighs. The metal is cold against his warm skin as it creeps ever slowly up.
The touch stops shy of his cock. It twitches, leaking an embarrassing amount of fluid.
A warm mouth is pressed to the inside of his knee as the cool digits probe at his slick entrance and he groans, his head falling back. The blonde kisses the inside of his legs, his legs falling even wider on the each side of the chair, his adam's bobbing with a hard swallow.
His stomach tightens as teeth and tongue explore his inner legs, metal fingers pressing into him deftly, making sure he is still loose as before.
His words reduce to moans and whimpers, his cock red and aching, resting against his stomach.
He blinks heavily when Edward pulls away, gently guiding him to his feet. "Up, I want to finish ruining you on the bed." It takes him a moment before he is nodding eagerly, quick to follow Ed to the bed where he is arranged on his knees, a firm hand pressing between his shoulder blades to lay with his chest supporting him on the bed, arms still tied behind his back.
Edward grinds against him for a moment, the rough texture of his pants rubbing against sensitive skin. He lets out a choked whimper.
"Roy?" Ed murmurs questioningly, checking in on him, leaning over and pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder.
"Yes! Yes,pleasefuckmeIsweartogod!" He babbles, he presses his hips back against Edward's. He pants against the sheets as Ed pulls away from him.
Roy hears the rustle of the belt being undone and he keens as Ed's thick cock pushes into him, hands spreading him wide.
When he is fully sheathed, it doesn't take him long to start a quick pace, belt jingling as he fucks Roy hard. Moans and whimpers escape his lips as his prostate gets pounded in rapid succession.
Ed grabs the rope tied along his back and pulls him up to a kneeling position, sinking into him deeper, his cock pressing deep within him, towards his belly.
With a cry, Roy cums harm, his cock twitching as he spills over himself.
He hears Edward moan, fucking him through his orgasm before he spills into Roy, warmth flooding him. His heart beats in his throat and his chest heaves as Ed holds his quivering form, holding him through the aftershocks.
The world is silent for a time, Ed presses gentle kisses to his shoulders in the silence. His eyes are heavy and a soft moan spills out of him as Ed pulls out, followed by his spend.
He floats there as Ed trasmutates the ropes into their components, setting them off to the side. Warm hands massage feeling back into his arms, slick with oil. He leans into the touch, his head resting backwards on Ed's shoulder.
"I love you." He slurs out, Ed wiping him off with a prepared washcloth. A cup is pressed to his lips and cool water spills over his tongue as he drinks greedily.
"I love you too Roy," Ed presses a kiss to his temple, "Come on birdbrain, let's cuddle."
His limbs are heavy as they arrange themselves on the bed, Roy tucks himself against Ed's side, resting on his heart. Warm hands run over his back, gently tracing the scars there. He rubs his cheek gently against Ed's chest, nuzzling his nose into his jaw.
"My Prince," He murmurs affectionately in the low lighting.
"My Flame." Ed returns as Roy drifts off.