What does he want? What does he want from me? He looks at me with such a look of lust, want, desire it scares me when he looks at me. It makes me want to hide, hide away from his fathomless eyes, hide away from the looks he gives me…

I don't understand it; I don't understand why he looks at me like that. I want so dearly to know why he acknowledges me in such a way. Just the thought of those eyes looking at me makes my skin crawl. Just the thought of what those looks mean makes me feel sick.

I want to ask him why he looks at me in such a way but I'm too frightened, too cowardly to ask. Does he look at everyone like that? Or is it just me? Or do other people give him the same look? I wish to what ever higher power that is out there that he would tell me why he looks at me like that, or that he would tell me if he looks at everyone else the same way.

I was now walking to his office to hand in my report on the mission I had just gone on. I wonder if he'll look at me like that again. Or will he wait 'til another time to do it? I opened the door to his office cautiously looking around for any sign of his prescience. I found him at his desk giving me that look that intimidated me millions and millions of times.

"Come in," he commanded.

I nodded my head and walked all the way into the room. I was scared to look the man in the eyes; I didn't want him to see my fear, my anguish that was held in my eyes. I walked over to the leather couch and sat down, still not looking up at the man. My heart was pounding, my stomach felt sick, my head felt dizzy, I wanted to leave, wanted to get away.

"So, you have your report, don't you?" his velvety voice asked.

I just nodded my and stood up from the couch and handed the manila folder, that held my report in it, over. As I handed it over his hand didn't reach for the folder but instead he grabbed onto my wrist. I looked up into his eyes with surprise, seeing a smirk gracing his features. "W-what a-are you doing?" I couldn't stop my voice from shaking.

His smirk seemed to grow as he pulled me down to his lips. I was shocked at first by the suddenness but then I realized how soft and welcoming his lips were. I leaned into the kiss and welcomed his lips. I could feel my face flush as he pulled away from our little activity. I opened my eyes, not realizing I had ever closed them, and looked into deep, fathomless black eyes. "You're beautiful," he whispered so sweetly against my lips.

I pushed him away and glared at him stubbornly. "I'm not a girl, you bastard."

"But it's true," he said as he grabbed a hold of my wrist again and pulled me towards him. "You're gorgeous. I just wished I'd of told you sooner," he whispered again, just barely touching my lips. His lips captured mine in a sweet gentle kiss. This time I felt his tongue lightly and gently probe my lips. I didn't know what to do. "Open your mouth," the man breathed against my lips.

I hesitantly obeyed and opened my mouth. I felt his slimy wet tongue enter my mouth. It felt…weird. That's the only way I can describe it as feeling weird. It was a nice kiss even though I didn't know what the hell I was doing, but even so it was nice. He pulled away again, making a disappointed whimper surprisingly escape me. He stood up from his chair and walked around his desk to stand in front of me. I looked up into his beautiful black eyes as he wrapped his arms around the small of my back. He pulled me close and placed his lips upon mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and helped to deepen the kiss. His tongue lightly brushed the roof of my mouth eliciting a low moan to rumble from my throat.

His hands wondered down to my rear and slightly grabbed onto it. I squeaked in surprise, "W-what was that f-for?"

"You have quite the nice ass, you know?" the man whispered in my ear, his warm breath sending enticing shivers up and down my spine. The man's tongue lightly ran over the shell of my ear before he started to nibble on the lobe. His nibble felt so nice, so pleasurable, so…I can't even think of a word to describe it. He let go of my ear lobe and started to kiss a line down my neck. His teeth light grazed my skin and his tongue sweep across my neck. He teasingly nibbled my neck and kissed the bites with care.

I was getting anxious, I wanted to taste him, feel him, smell him. I rapidly tore off the top part of his uniform finding the toned muscles that had been hidden under the pesky garments, he did the same, he carelessly tore everything off of my torso. I quickly discarded my pants and the man doing the same with his. A deep blush appeared on my cheeks from the spot that had formed on my boxers. The man smirked at noticing the stain but a smirk suddenly played on my lips as I noticed he too had a stain on his clothing as well.

I pulled him down for a heated kiss as he laid me down on my back, he ground his hips into mine making a pleasured moan escape me. As we we laid there, I couldn't help but think of how perfectly our bodies seemed to fit together, it was like fate telling us that we were meant to join together, heart, body, and soul. He discarded both the last articles of clothing on our bodies, leaving us vulnerable, completely exposed to the world around us. He traced gentle, loving kissed down my body stopping to suckle on my nipples, eliciting excited moans from my mouth. He quickly got bored with that and kissed the rest of the way down to my enlarged length.

He placed a gentle kiss upon the tip then traced his tongue on the under side making me go into some kind of euphoric high. I moaned out in pleasure as he took me whole. His fingers tapped my lips and I suddenly knew what I was supposed to be doing. I suckled on his fingers moaning on them from his glorously pleasureable ministrations. He took a deep suck that made me about scream out in the utter high I was in. I suddenly thought I heard rustling and the door opening but I quickly ignored it and went back to the high the man was causing me to have.

"W-what the fuck?!" someone shouted. We stopped what we were doing and looked up to see Jean Havoc standing in the doorway, his mouth wide open, cigarette about to fall out of his mouth."W-what the hell is going on here?"

The man on me got up and returned his boxers to their rightful place, as I did the same. "Nothing was happening, Havoc. You've just had too much to drink."

"B-but, colonel, who has alcohol this early in the day?" the taller blonde shrieked.

"Exactly." Roy smirked, trying to confuse Havoc as he finally pushed him out the office door. Once Havoc had left the room Roy turned his attention back to me. "I'm sorry about that, Edward," Roy apologized as he gave me a chaste kiss to the forehead and pulled me into a loving hug. "Tonight I want you to come over to my apartment and we can finish what we started," he whispered sweetly into my hair.

I nodded appreciatively and thought about all kinds of things I would get to do at my colonel's home.

This is my first fan fiction posted on here so please be kind with your comments. R&R!