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[Feb. 19th, 2006|10:46 pm]
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I have a secret FUHRER/ED Fetish!

TITLE: The Offer
AUTHOR: alchemistx
BETA:  sixteen_letters
PAIRING:  Bradley/Roy/Ed
WARNINGS: AU- CROSSDRESSING- Edward is completly out of character, since this is a AU he has a completly different personality. 

When Roy brought his fist down on the big oak door and knocked, he really wasn't sure if anyone would answer. The Fuhrer's house was so big, and the sound his fist made against the grand scaled door sounded so tiny.

He waited... And fidgeted with the tie Hawkeye had made him wear, grumbling to himself in reminder of why he hated ties. They were too constricting. But the Fuhrer had requested his presence at his house... Off the record. Which meant no blue uniform, which meant Hawkeye had to come to his apartment and helped pick out his attire. He felt like a nervous ten-year-old, in an ugly birthday suit. With that image in mind, he fidgeted with his tie again, until, to his amazement, the grand doors opened.

Roy's hands dropped to his sides, and a smile he planned on using to dazzle which ever poor maid answered the door was put in place. It slipped out of place as quickly as it had been put there.

The maid who answered the door... The person who answered the door was not some cute, young woman, as Roy had imagined. It was a cute, young boy!

Roy's breath hitched and he wasn't sure if it was because of his utter surprise that a young boy (looking about the age of nine or ten) answered the door in a maid's uniform, or if it was because of his surprise that the boy was just breathtaking in his own image, with long blond hair pulled into a loose braid, and large golden eyes that reminded Roy of a stray cat he had once run into.

The boy was looking Roy up and down as well, and then without a word he opened the door wider and stepped aside, giving Roy room to step in.

Roy licked his dry lips, and stepped inside. He looked upon the Fuhrer's entrance hall in awe. It wasn't every day one came into the Fuhrer's home just as a guest. His dark eyes soaked everything up, placing where everything was. When he was done silently gawking at the hall, he turned and silently gawked at the "maid" who had taken up the task of closing the door.

Roy took in the boy's appearance as greedily has he had done to the room around them.

He was in the complete maid attire, short skirt that would teasingly show glimpses of ass cheeks, until the boy turned around. When that happened, Roy really didn't have much else to look at (or so he convinced himself) and he turned his dark gaze away.

It wasn't a young girl wearing a miniskirt. He had to remind himself. It was a young boy, about the same age as the Fuhrer's son. What he had been doing was complete pedophilia. It was gross, it was disgusting, it was...

"Colonel Roy Mustang! Glad you could come!" The Fuhrer's voice beamed, dragging Roy out of his loathing.

The Colonel shook his head, cleared it, and put a friendly smile on to greet his Fuhrer. "It's a pleasure to be here sir," Roy said.

The Fuhrer's mustache twitched as he laughed lightly. "Of course it is..." he said as he looked Roy up and down. Roy noticed the man give him a little nod once he was done, and then the Fuhrer looked past Roy. "I see you've met Edward."

Edward? Roy turned to see the maid, still waiting patiently by the door. Oh yes, so his name was Edward...

"Are you hungry, Mustang? My maid is going to prepare lunch, so we can eat while we discuss why you're here."

Roy looked away from Edward, back to the Fuhrer. "Lunch would be fine, thank you," he said.

"Ah good, then follow me to the dining hall." The Fuhrer turned and started walking away, down in the direction he had come from. Roy started to follow, and as they walked down a red carpeted hallway, lined with portraits of past Fuhrers, Roy noticed that Edward was silently following them.

While walking, the Fuhrer supplied small talk, the weather, the work place, the love life...

"The weather has been lovely," Roy informed him, "and there are no problems in the office, unless of course, you start on the sudden increase in paperwork." Roy supplied another smile and the Fuhrer chuckled. "And the love life is dry at the moment."

The Fuhrer turned his head and cocked Roy an eyebrow. "Really, now? Such a handsome man as yourself can't find one good woman in all Central?"

Yes, it was even hard for Roy to believe. The Colonel sighed in dismay. "Alas, no," he said, and the Fuhrer hummed in response.

They reached two more large-scaled doors, made of fine wood. The Fuhrer reached down and turned the elegantly designed doorknob, the door clicked open, and Roy found himself looking into a grand room that only had a long polished table lined with more chairs than were needed for two men.

Bradley walked all the way to the other side of the room, and took his place at the very end of the table. He looked expectantly at Roy, who made his way to the chair beside his Fuhrer. Edward walked past, through a set of doors behind him. "He's getting our food," the Fuhrer explained. Roy gave him a weak nod.

"So, I'm sure you're eager to find out why I called you here today." Bradley rested his elbows on the table and neatly folded his hands. Greed flashed through Roy's eyes, but he quickly hid it with a careful mask while the Fuhrer beamed. "As you know, I'm not getting any younger and the country is looking for its next leader," he began. "But I've taken it upon myself to choose who will take up the position of Fuhrer once I've... Passed away. And so far, Mustang, you're my first choice."

The smirk threatened to appear, it tickled the edge of his mouth, but he kept his mask on for a moment longer, just to ask, "Why me, sir? My time in the military has been short. I'm not even a General yet," he reasoned.

The Fuhrer's smile didn't falter. "You've served this country in more ways than one, Mustang, and besides, it will be a while yet until I die. I'm sure you'll reach a rank such as General by then."

The smile spread across Roy's lips like water. "Then I am truly honored, sir."

The door behind the Fuhrer clicked open and Edward walked in, two plates of spaghetti in hand. The Fuhrer turned in his seat and saw. "Ah, Edward, that was quick. Come over here, I believe we are ready."

At the time the Fuhrer said that, Roy thought he had meant to say, "We're ready to eat." But as Edward set a plate in front of Roy first, and then bent over and placed the other one carefully in front of the Fuhrer, Bradley's arms shot out and wrapped around the boy's tiny waist. Edward didn't protest (or squeak in protest, as Roy would have thought) as Bradley set him on his lap.

"This looks delicious," the Fuhrer commented, momentarily dragging Roy's attention away from what had just happened. Bradley picked up the silver fork, and took a large mouthful of spaghetti. Roy watched Edward pick up a nearby napkin and wait for the inevitable moment when sauce would be left behind. When that moment came (a smudge of red tomato sauce on the Fuhrer's chin), he obediently wiped it away. The Fuhrer had a look of utter bliss as the child did so, and Roy felt his stomach tighten.

With his mouth free, Bradley continued the conversation. "The next Fuhrer will inherit everything the ex-Fuhrer owned, and everything that he did. I just don't want my replacement to be... surprised when he takes up the job." The Fuhrer's big hand tightened its grip on Edward's waist, and Roy's eyes narrowed as he noticed. "Even the Fuhrer has secrets, Mustang," the man purred.

Roy spoke on instinct, "I'm assuming Edward is one of those secrets."

He watched as the Fuhrer's grin grew bigger, and an eerie feeling washed over him. He was right.

"I want to be sure my replacement will take good care of young Edward here. Once I'm gone, my wife will leave the estate, go live with her father in the country. She isn't too fond of Edward, so he will remain here. I want the next Fuhrer to be good to Edward, treat him like I do, like a son... And so much more."

Roy's eyes widened. Did the Fuhrer just say... What he thought he said? And was the Fuhrer, at the current moment, nuzzling the neck of a young boy who sat on his lap! "Another reason I chose you, Mustang, is because you're such a looker," Bradley admitted. "Tell me, would you have a man like... General Hakuro, do this..." his hand reached down and squeezed Edward's thigh, Ed in response gave out a wail, "to a boy like Edward?" He smirked.

Roy was dumbfounded. "I-I..."

"No," Bradley put the words in his mouth, "of course not. Hakuro is a dirty old man. I need someone whose views on the country match my own, and whose beauty matches Edwards." His hand had crept under the maid's skirt, and Roy found his eyes drawn to it as it moved, in a slow stroking movement. Edward let out a squeaky moan and leaned his head back to rest on the Fuhrer's shoulder. Roy felt his throat go dry.

"Sir... You certainly don't mean to say that you use Edward as..." His voice trailed off. Somewhere in that sentence the Fuhrer looked up and gave him a wicked smile that answered what he had suspected.

"...And if... When I become Fuhrer, you expect me to do the same?" The thought sent a shiver down Roy's spine... But the more he thought about it, the more it... Turned him on.

Someone, all his own, who would act out every fantasy Roy had ever had, every fetish Roy could think of, and not complain. And watching the Fuhrer stroke Edward made heat rush to Roy's groin. He casually adjusted himself in his seat, so he wouldn't feel so awkward, and while he did so he lifted his body up to get a better look at what the Fuhrer was doing to the child.

He could clearly see Edward was getting hard, for his maid uniform didn't require him to wear underwear giving Bradley easy access to the golden boy's lower region. Bradley's other hand reached up and cupped Ed's chin, his fingers prodding Edward's soft, childish lips until they parted and the fingers darted in. Ed's lips closed on them and he began to suck. Bradley groaned, his big hand wrapped around Ed's tiny penis and gripping it tightly. He received a muffled moan from Ed that made Roy adjust himself in his seat again.

Then Edward began to thrust, moaning around Bradley's fingers, and the Fuhrer gently hushed him and kissed the junction of Edward's neck and shoulder. Roy was mesmerized by the whole, crude ordeal. Eventual Edward's pace picked up, he made one last thrust and then his body relaxed against Bradley's. The Fuhrer tilted his head to kiss and lick away the salty sweat that had built up on Ed's face. "Isn't he beautiful?" he murmured. "Didn't that show just make you want to jump his bones?" Bradley withdrew his fingers, and they reached towards the side pocket of the collared shirt he was wearing. Roy watched him fish out a small bottle... Lube.

So the show wasn't over yet.

"This is a once in a lifetime offer, Mustang. I'm assuring you the future position of Fuhrer, and a young bedmate." Bradley gave the little bottle a firm shake for emphasis. "Will you take it?"

Roy couldn't help but smile. Would he take it? There must have been some hidden sarcasm in the question. Like he had a choice if he would take the offer or not. The Fuhrer wouldn't freely take a minor in front of him, and let him walk away unharmed if he didn't take it. But even if that threat wasn't hanging there with the offer, Roy would have taken it.

He looked at Ed, who was panting a little, and laying against Bradley's clothed chest. His skirt rode up a little, teasing Roy again, and it was then Roy decided he had enough of the teasing. He pushed back his chair and stood up.

Bradley was right... This was a once in a lifetime offer.

An offer Roy found he simple could not refuse!


I really think I could have done better on this fic. But i've sported this Idea since... CHRISTMAS, and was really excited when I finished.


[User Picture]From: zachemja
2013-12-30 09:39 pm (UTC)
I wish there would be a continuation of this so badly.
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