"That's it…" Envy cooed, pushing up unhurriedly, before lowering himself painstakingly slow onto Roy's entire length. He sighed as it stretched him pleasurably, head falling to the side while he enjoyed the familiar feeling.

Roy had been inside of him so much over the past week, it was starting to feel more natural than any other everyday activity. On the bed, connected, Envy found a home and a much-needed game to immerse himself in. Roy was strong enough to be interesting, and having him so trapped that he returned every single day, well, it was just beyond amazing fuel for Envy's ego.

When Roy finished inside of him, Envy practically purred like a content kitten, tightening in his own contentment. He always made sure to cum just before or after the man did, only to enjoy with a clear head the noises he made.

Their session ended with light panting and enough sweat for the air to feel like a cold breeze around them. Envy dropped onto Roy's chest and closed his eyes, listening closely to how quickly his heart was beating inside.

They did not speak, or cuddle, in any regular sense of the tradition, but they, oddly, stayed together during each of their afterglows, with no particular reason why. They stayed connected, until Envy moved to sit up, stretching his lithe muscles as the stickiness that had spread across the curve of his stomach from his own orgasm cooled on his skin.

"I had an amazing time, as always, Roy," Envy turned around and grinned playfully at the man, hair falling over one of his shoulders in its typical, chaotic mess. "I assume I'll be seeing you tomorrow, then?"

"I'm already in enough trouble as it is coming to see you every day, tomorrow I need to catch up on all of the work I've missed doing… this," Roy pushed himself up and reached for his pants, pulling one leg on before noticing the uncharacteristic silence coming from his usually all-too mouthy companion. This was the part where Envy said something slightly aggravating, and Roy ignored him, and the night continued on as it always did.

But all Envy did was sit wordlessly, and when Roy glanced over, there was no smirk on his face, but an unsatisfied frown. Roy brought his eyebrows together as he waited for the other to speak, finding himself only watching his back as he jumped up and sauntered to the bathroom.

"What, don't you have other work to do?" Roy called, and Envy stopped in the doorway, walking behind it before peeking only his head out. He was pissed, that was for sure, and the unhappy look on his face was one Roy knew well, but not one he ever expected to see on Envy, of all people.

"You'll never marry a suitable woman if you keep choosing your work over sex," Envy spoke frankly, before slamming the door shut with a loud bang.

Roy let out a sound of disbelief, running a hand through his unkempt hair as if it would straighten out the current situation. Why did he feel like a boyfriend needing to explain himself to his scorned lover? He did not owe Envy anything, he certainly payed generously for his time, and well… That was Envy, not his fiancé, or sweetheart, or anyone he needed to explain himself to.

But, Envy was a person, just like everyone else, and Roy almost found himself calling out to him before the door opened ever-so slightly. A narrowed, black eye peeked through, strands of hair falling in front of it, like something straight from a horror story. The icy glare was positively intimidating, and Roy stayed still until Envy revealed half of his face, now pouting.

"You owe me," Somehow those words were terrifying coming from that particular person, and Roy could not perceive what exactly it meant to be in debt to someone like Envy.

The next day, Roy sat in his office surrounded in paperwork. It laid in stacks on the floor, and spread across his desk, a punishment for all of the overtime he had avoided spending time with Envy.

Spending time? That was an odd way to word it. They just had sex, there was nothing to avoid by using such a term like 'spending time'. That was a way to convey to your lady friends over a cup of tea that you had slept with your courter for the first time, not to delicately dance around adulterous sex with a prostitute in different hotel rooms.

…Why was he thinking about Envy? Roy put his head in his hands, blowing out a puff of air meant to be from frustration and exhaustion. The pile of work was not perceivably getting smaller, and the time was passing, each second away from writing digging Roy a deeper hole to bury himself in. He had told Ed he would be home late tonight, again, but he was just now coming to understand how late that would actually be.

There were two knocks on his door, only likely to come from one person, and he lifted his head to see Riza enter the room.

"Sir, a woman from the archives says she has the papers you requested," Riza spoke, the doubt in her voice only perceivable by someone like Roy, who had known her long enough to be able to hear it.

He did not need to say he never requested any papers, Riza knew it from the light lowering of his eyebrows. He stood, putting one hand in his pocket, walking around the desk to its front.

"Why doesn't she just drop them off with you?" He questioned, and Riza glanced out the door at the visitor before back at Roy, a little shake of her head conveying her distrust of the situation.

"She said… she needs to explain the way she ordered them for you," The blandness of her voice was enough to make anyone laugh, and Roy heard a small, familiar giggle from outside the door.

"Oh, it won't take long at all, no need to worry!" When Roy heard that voice, all confusion left his features while it was replaced with pure dread. He beckoned at Riza with his finger, trying to not convey the dismay that he felt as he ordered her to let 'her' in. Riza hesitated for only half a second, before letting the visitor in, not closing the door immediately when 'she' entered.

"I have your papers, Colonel Mustang! Where should I set them? Oh, excuse me, where should I set them, sir?" Envy had his long hair held back in a low ponytail, the stray pieces tucked behind his ears in abnormal neatness. He wore the skirted option of the military's female uniform, the tight skirt hugging his thin body and sculpting out his small curves.

Roy nodded at Riza, forcing her to leave the room and shut the door. He knew she would be stationed just outside, waiting with her hand on the gun in her belt, but that was not his paramount concern at the moment. Envy was, standing in front of him with a stack of papers in one hand and the other popped on his hip.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Roy's voice was devoid of intonation, but his anger practically seething from the sentence. Envy was unfazed, laughing again in a cheerful manner, taking a long walk around the room to observe everything.

"You said you were too busy to come see me, so I decided to pay you a visit," He ran a single finger along the back of one leather couch, looking up at the unamused man. "What, is that so weird?

"You cannot be here," Roy scolded, reaching out to grab onto Envy's free arm when he reached for a flower vase in the room's central table. This forced Envy to look at him, and his eyes were wide for a second before they narrowed as he smiled.

"Colonel Mustang, you shouldn't put hands on your coworkers, that'll get you demoted," Envy lifted the papers in his other hand, waving them. "Besides, I brought you a present, at least allow me to show you."

Roy let go after a second of unsure thought, and Envy shook his arm when it was freed, the ghost of Roy's fingers stinging him. Sitting down on the couch, Envy began singularly setting every paper out across the table, until it created a checkerboard of his handwriting all over its surface. He casually took the royal blue jacket he wore off, the white button-up underneath open at the top by two buttons, something that did not go unnoticed by Roy.

"So, I had some time, and I decided to help you out with your thirst for power," Envy looked up at him with a devilish grin, before pointing at the papers. "I wrote down every man I've ever slept with in the military, and all of the juicy little tid-bits I learned from them when their guard was down."

Envy waited for a thankful response, but was certainly not surprised when he did not receive one, instead continuing his appreciation speech for his project. He reached for the paper closest to him and held it up, displaying the work proudly.

"See, I wrote down their kinks, if they were cheating, and anything relevant they told me. Here, look, this…" He flipped the paper to read the name, letting out a personal laugh when he finally recalled the man after scanning the notes, "This 'Colonel Marshall', well guess what, he has a scat kink! Totally gross, right? I said no when he asked obviously, I'm allowed to say no to some things, especially that."

He set the paper down before searching for a specific one, 'Aha!'-ing when he found it. He displayed it again, hiding his mouth and his smile behind the paper.

"And this one, well, he claims to be a descendant of Royal lineage from somewhere or another, but it's not true. At least, probably not. He said his papers were forged, but that he was 'Definitely Royalty of some kind.' Yeah, King of Conceited Island, maybe. And trust me, he didn't have much to be conceited about, he was pretty small-" Envy was interrupted when Roy spoke over his amusing story, clearly not entertained or enthusiastic.

"Envy," Roy commanded his attention and the man obliged, dropping the paper, and scooting closer to him, draping his arms over the end of the couch and looking up expectantly. Roy knew Envy was not in need of a 'good job', he did not need praise, he just wanted it, and wanted to make Roy squirm.

And unfortunately for the Colonel, it was working. Showing up here, dressed as a woman, flaunting his sexual exploits loud enough for anyone outside the room to hear, that was more than enough to set Roy on edge. It irked him already how much of a hold Envy had on his attention, and compromising everything like this, unnerving him where he needed to keep up appearances the most, it was unbelievably antagonizing.

"You. Cannot. Be here." Roy moved forward with each stern word, until he stood over Envy, looking down at the unfazed man. At this proximity, he could see now that he had rogue dapple on his cheeks and dark red lipstick on his smiling lips, fully looking the part of a beautiful woman.

"What, no 'Thank you Envy'? No appreciation for my hardwork?" Envy sighed, falling back against the couch, playing with the buttons on his shirt. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised, I wasn't expecting anything different from you."

That brat. How did he have such a way with pissing Roy off? Moving before thinking, Roy snatched one of his hands away and again forced his eyes onto him, seeing the enjoyment behind the glistening black.

"I don't need your help with this, and I certainly don't need you putting my position in jeopardy by sneaking into Central," Envy mocked surprise at his assertive attack while he spoke, and if anyone were to walk in now, they would look entirely the part of a powerful Colonel taking advantage of a sweet, innocent subordinate. However, underneath it all, the power struggle between the couple was reaching a new imbalance, and Envy dropped his act to clasp both of his hands over Roy's.

"Some call me the Master of Disguise, no one will ever know I was here," Envy stood, closing the gap between them, pushing his chest against Roy. "And you can't pretend you aren't even the tiniest bit happy to see me."

The shorter man wound his arms around Roy's neck, looking up at him with that aggravating grin he always wore. Roy was pissed, beyond pissed, so utterly pissed, that when Envy stood on his toes to bring their lips together, he let it finally shut the loud-mouthed bragger up.

His hands conveniently found their way to Envy's pert ass, and the fabric of the skirt wrinkled in his grasp. The skirt was so short, and about two sizes too small, no one could have actually believed Envy was a real soldier, but the logistics of it all was beginning to slip from Roy's thoughts as he tasted the lipstick on his teeth.

Envy was eagerly arching his back as his ass was kneaded in the Colonel's large hands. He fiercely grabbed onto the collar of Roy's jacket and spun them around, biting down on Roy's bottom lip when he was backed up against the desk forcibly.

Roy lifted him up and onto the desk, feeling the low moan that escaped Envy. He attempted to wrap his legs around Roy's waist, but the thin fabric of his pantyhose ripped, filling the heated air with filthy noises as they continued their frenzied makeout.

"Roy-" Envy whispered his name when the black-haired man buried his lips into his neck, biting viciously onto his the sensitive skin there. He let out a small yelp, but not one of pain, only unbridled pleasure, attempting to nestle him closer between his legs.

"Shush," Roy responded to his loud noises, pushing Envy to the middle of his desk as he reached into the top-right drawer for a small bottle.

Envy pulled away in a burst of vexing laughter, watching Roy in mild disbelief. "Colonel Mustang, I knew you were brazen, but to think you'd have lube in your desk, just in case you got to fuck some unsuspecting subordinate at work… Well, even I feel a bit repulsed."

Roy did not have to explain himself, how it had been for the rushed times Ed had visited him in the beginning of their relationship. It stemmed mostly from the time Ed had been sitting on his lap, a simple kiss burning into something deeper, both left at an aching loss when neither had been prepared for it to happen. Thus, the lube in the drawer was born.

Thinking back on those days, they had been simple, innocent almost, and the thought of his faithful, innocuous boyfriend could have been enough to make him reconsider the current act taking place on his desk.

But Envy wanted it, telling him so when he spread his legs, the provocative rip in his tights revealing him fully to Roy. The man lubed his fingers quickly, dripping onto the floor carelessly, more interested in releasing the tension from his pants, and punishing the wicked and moaning man before him, than any rational thought.

The first finger slid into Envy easily, a single, 'Mmm' trapped behind his lips at the intimate feeling. Roy wasted no time in inserting another, catching even his experienced partner off guard with his overly-dominate approach.

It was not bad, no, not at all, and Envy hissed when his digits brushed past the spot that always sent a shock through his body. He could hear Roy undoing the buckle on his pants with his other hand, and he swirled his hips to bring the scissoring fingers deeper inside of him.

The excited man opened his mouth to let out a quip, but felt the air leave his lungs when he was forced backwards, landing on his back on the hard wood. Roy hovered over him, holding both of his legs together in his hand by the ankles, trapping him and leaving both fingers inside of him deeply.

"R-Roy- Wait-" Envy's words carried the emotion of hesitation at the insecurity of his vulnerable state, and it was a sound Roy had never heard in all of the times he had bedded the skillful mistress. Assured by his dominance in the situation, he pulled his fingers out in one, smooth movement, positioning himself at the hole with no restraint.

Envy's eyes were wide, but not resistant, just watching Roy's quick movements with a surprised gaze. It was so refreshing, to have Envy in the unsure position, and Roy pushed himself in slowly while he kept his legs trapped.

"Ah!" Envy cried out when Roy was fully inside of him, realizing now that he was at the mercy of the man who was fucking him across his desk. The older man wasted no time in pounding into Envy, the sound of their skin slapping together loudly mixing with the quick gasps coming from the trapped man.

"Roy, Roy- I-It's too fast, you're-" Envy could not finish full sentences, the intensity of Roy slamming into him so quickly enough to silence any interjections he made. It was not often Envy was fucked like this, so fast and strong that all rational thought left him. Rarely did he enjoy it so much, caught off-guard by how ruthlessly Roy rammed into him with each movement, yet somehow hitting the spot each time.

His thighs were trembling, and his hands were flying around randomly, attempting to grab onto anything that could ground him in the incredible pleasure. Papers were falling off the desk left and right, but the pair were unbothered, stuck in their intensity together.

Roy let go of Envy's ankles and opened his legs, receiving no resistance from the man beneath him, each shift made pushing him deeper into the warm wetness that tightened around him. Roy pulled the top-most done buttons on Envy's shirt open, the destroyed fasteners scattering across the floor at his feet.

"Coming here, dressed like this," Roy grabbed Envy's wrists into one of his hands, holding them above his head to keep him from knocking anymore papers from the desk, "You have to take responsibility for what you've done."

Envy could barely formulate a response, he was being shook so quickly by the relentless pounding that he could only let out a breathy cry each time Roy was buried fully inside of him. He thought his wrists might bruise from how hard the forceful man was squeezing them together, but the concept of being marked by Roy only excited him more, in the sickest way possible.

"You're so-o fast, Roy, please, cum inside of me- Don't stop," Envy locked his arms around Roy when the man let go of his hands to lean down and latch his teeth onto his exposed chest. Wantonly, Envy rolled his hips each time Roy grunted into his bruised skin, body reaching a climax of burning thrill.

Cumming, he was cumming so hard. Envy could not control himself, his head was tossing back and forth, nothing able to keep him from succumbing to the pleasure washing over him. He hated this, he hated that Roy made him this way. He didn't want to feel so weak, so uncontrollable, but God, he could not stop it now.

"E-Env-" Roy was not able to finish his name before he spilled inside of him, hitting the pinned man exactly where he needed to send him falling over the edge of thrill.

'I'm yours,' Envy wanted to say, 'No one has ever made me feel this way.' But he only came with a loud cry, Roy shoving his fingers down his throat to quiet his obviously audible orgasm.

It was magical, half-gagging around Roy's fingers while he came from his dick. Envy could not imagine a more blissful scenario, and the orgasm was one of the best he could remember ever having. God, having Roy be so rough with him, in a place where they could be caught at any second, it made his dick twitch immediately after just cumming.

Roy seemed to have already caught his second wind, flipping the unsuspecting man over easily with one movement. Envy cried out when he slammed against the desk, face pushed into the wood while his hands were pinned behind his back.

"Wait, It's too much, I-" Envy was again cut off when Roy spanked his ass hard, tilting his head back in bliss when his stinging skin turned bright red. When Roy began to move again, neither man felt that this would end anytime soon.

By the end of their rough love-making, Envy had felt Roy cum inside of him three times: twice in his ass and once in his mouth. He had released just the same amount as well, and the pair were thoroughly covered in the aftermath when they finally finished. In some unsure form of aftercare, Roy had placed Envy on his lap while he sat in his desk chair, attempting to stabilize the once shuddering mess, still wondering what in the world had just happened.

Envy was tracing a pattern lazily onto Roy's chest, feeling sore for once in his life, glad to have a soft place to sit on. He suddenly felt the last bit of hair that had been caught in his ponytail fall, Roy having pulled it out to examine the jeweled fastener that had secured the unruly hair for as long as it could.

"Do you like it?" Envy asked, seeing the man twist the gold plate in the light. It was covered in rubies, all faceted uniquely with incomparable precision. Roy knew Envy made a great deal of money, but something like this was out of even his price range. He did not need to ask, however, when Envy gently pulled it from his hands, smirking at the extravagant piece.

"It was a gift from the Fuhrer."

Roy thought for a second maybe he had misheard the mischievous deceiver, but then thought of all of the papers covering the nearby table, each one a testament to just how many important men Envy had duped and seduced. Of course he had been, maybe still was, a favorite of the Fuhrer's, clearly coveted enough to receive a gift of such lavishness.

But this raised another question in Roy's mind, one he decided he should never vocalize. If Envy could have even the Fuhrer, meaning he could belong to any single powerful man or woman he wanted, why did he seem to want to spend his time with Roy?

The pair were silent, outwardly observing the rubies dancing in the light, while they each stayed in their thoughts, spending only a few more minutes together before the time became far overdue for Envy to leave.

The military jacket he somehow had acquired, another situation Roy was not going to even question, covered the busted top buttons on his shirt, and the rips in his tights were only between his upper thighs, keeping his outfit mildly presentable. Still, the redness around his lips from smeared lipstick and the uneven ponytail he threw together without a mirror were enough to signal to anyone that he was leaving slightly different than he entered.

While Roy knew Riza was a locked box, and would never tell a soul about the 'girl from the archives', it still put him on edge to know that anyone, especially a subordinate, now knew of his infidelity to his boyfriend. He was putting himself in a very precarious position, and while he no longer had the energy to be full of the fury he was before, Roy needed to make sure Envy knew this would never, ever happen again.

He turned to speak to him, but found the man slowly bending over to pick the papers up he had laid out on the table. It looked painful for him to even move, and instinctively, Roy reached out, putting a hand on the paper Envy was attempting to lift.

Envy looked up in bewilderment, their faces only inches away from each other, Roy hovering over him but not looking into his eyes.

"Just leave them," It was a frigid 'thank you', and a sly grin grew on Envy's pale face. He dropped the papers he had already collected onto the table, and turned on his heel, leaning back slightly as Roy was bent over him.

"Have a good day, Roy," Envy looked down at his lips, but did not kiss them, instead moving his face closer, before just walking away, exiting the room without another word.

Roy blinked at the papers across the table, before observing the rest of the room, the mess the two had made now fully apparent. Naturally, Envy had never offered to help clean it up, leaving Roy to stand alone in a room that appeared as though a tornado of papers, and sex, had come crashing through.

It took Roy until midnight to finish the entirety of his work, and once he was home he decided to forgo eating in an attempt to get some sleep. The paperwork and, 'physical activity', had left him exhausted, and he could have fallen into an undisturbed slumber the second his head hit the pillow, but next to him, Ed opened his eyes.

Roy saw this as he climbed into bed, and hoping he had not disturbed the blonde, he whispered, "Did I wake you?"

"No, I couldn't sleep," Ed spoke at a regular tone, watching the man get under the covers next to him. "Did you finish your work?"

Ed always had trouble sleeping alone, anything could happen when his eyes were closed, and there was no one else there to notice. With Roy coming home so late, he was finding a new friend in fatigue, but now that he was home, the last thing he wanted to do was sleep.

"Yes, finally," Roy sighed, already feeling his mind begin to slip away the second he closed his eyes, but was jostled when Ed sat up.

The wide-awake boy looked down at him, and Roy slowly opened his eyes in inquiry. Ed hesitated for a minute before leaning down to kiss Roy, his lips soft and warm. Roy kissed back after a moment of curious surprise, feeling Ed crawl on top of him, placing himself directly over his lap.

When there was no twitch in Roy's underwear as he wiggled his ass, Ed pulled back, a look of bewilderment on his face. Roy ran a hand along his thigh in apology, face clearly drained and not aroused at all.

"I'm sorry Ed, I'm just really tired," Also, probably physically incapable of cumming anymore today, though he decided to leave that fact out.

Ed scoffed, sitting up with offense written all over his features. Before Roy could attempt to explain himself, Ed threw himself to the opposite end of the bed, laying on his side, facing away from the older man. Roy rolled over and reached for him, but froze when Ed barked a very ominous, "Don't touch me."

Laying down on his back, Roy took in every brush stroke on the painted ceiling, hearing the muffled attempts to conceal crying begin from the opposite end of the bed.

"I tried for you," Ed's voice was warbling, but he did his best to keep it at least understandable, the tears causing his vision to turn completely obscured. "I really tried for you."

Roy had never felt guilt on this scale before, never for someone so close or important to him. He should have reached out and held him, forced Ed to cry into his chest, to look him in the eyes and listen to his apology.

But he could not do that, he had absolutely no right to. Ed deserved to be held by someone who was honest, who spent their nights kissing him, and only him. The entire time he had been spending his evenings with Envy, he had not even thought of the gravity of what he was doing, how exactly he was hurting the boy who had no concept of just how horrible the man he loved was.

His stomach was an empty pit that kept deepening with every awful realization that washed over him, the blatant truth of it all too much. So instead of staying, instead of comforting the undeserving boy he had hurt, he left, the sniffling and small hiccups gone the second he closed the door.

He spent the night on the couch, getting only minutes of sleep before he would awaken to the thoughts of what he had done. By six in the morning, he had sat up and put his head in his hands, finally reaching the simple decision he now needed to make.

Looking toward the rotary phone on the wall, Roy knew the number he had to call by heart.

Hello, and thanks for checking out the second chapter of my abhorrently indulgent fanfiction.
As much as I love Envy being the power bottom he naturally is, I also am a lover of super dominant Roy Mustang. Thankfully, we can have both!
The next chapter will officially be the last chapter of this fanfiction, and for that reason the most dramatic. If you enjoyed, please check back for more soon! And of course leave me a comment as well ~