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Title: Tension
Author:

raja815
Character/Fandom: Roy Mustang centric, FMA
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 660
Warnings: Masturbation.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is © Hiromu Arakawa. I will make no capitol benefit from this.

Colonel Roy Mustang was masturbating in the office supply closet.

He leaned against a tall shelf stacked high with reams of typing paper, fist clenched around a bottle of ink. His normally immaculate uniform was mussed, the tails of his shirt untucked and pants sliding halfway down his thighs, his collar unfolded and clammy. Scattered gasps of pleasure absorbed themselves into the cramped and dim little room, lost among the various shelves, stacks, and bundles.

This wasn’t an isolated occurance; whenever the daily stress got to be too much, Mustang excused himself to replenish some office supply or another and spent a few quick minutes in the guaranteed isolation of the dark little room at the end of the hallway. He'd finish and return before anyone could be the wiser.

It was a great way to relieve the tension, after all.

He gripped himself a bit harder, increasing the friction of his foreskin moving back and forth over his cockhead, eyes squeezing closed. Curls of warmth spiraled through his body, building in intensity as he pumped. He shuddered.

Knowing he was nearing the edge, he squeezed harder, brushing his free hand over his balls through the gathered fabric of his pants and boxers. Another shudder, stronger this time, ripped through him, and his hips rocked back into the shelf. Somewhere behind him, he heard a small box drop to the floor and scatter small, metallic objects over the tiled floor, but he paid it no mind. The wetness of mixed sweat and precum had leaked back over his fingers, lubricating them and easing the friction of his increasingly rapid stroking, and in response he moved all the faster.

“Mmm,” he whimpered, voice high and strained and soft, allowing himself one final warm shiver before he sped up, hurrying to his finish.

He came in barely a moment, the stress of the day and the tension of his body merging into an explosion of white-hot pleasure that left him a second later sweaty and shaking, feeling purged and utterly relieved.

Mustang allowed himself a brief moment to relish the feeling before he finally opened his eyes and set about righting his appearance: cleaning the semen from his fingers, tucking himself back into his pants, righting his uniform and hair, replacing his gloves, and wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead.

He returned to his office five minutes after he’d left, the bottle of ink clutched in one hand, and resumed his seat and the urgent arsenal inventory the unit had been compiling. Carefully, he set about refilling his fountain pen, just as the door opened once again and Master Sergeant Fuery entered, snapping a sharp salute

“Oh, Sir, you’re back. I don’t suppose you ran into Second Lieutenant Havoc while you were out? First Lieutenant Hawkeye wanted to see him about something down at the arsenal and no one’s seen him.”

Mustang lowered the ink bottle and began to reassemble the pen. “I haven’t seen him, Fuery.”

“He shoulda been back by now,” Second Lieutenant Breda said from his desk, where he was rifting through a file folder.

“Oh, do you know where he went?” Fuery asked, sounding relieved. “I don’t want to keep the First Lieutenant waiting.”

Breda nodded. “Yeah, he left just a minute or two after the Colonel did.” There was a soft click in the background as the door opened, almost unheard under Breda’s continued words. “Said he needed to go pick up some extra paperclips from the supply closet.”

Mustang’s head jerked upward, eyes widening, pen clattering to the desktop, at the exact moment Lieutenant Havoc, who had just walked in the door, dropped the box of clips he’d been holding.

“Sorry,” he said quickly, dropping to the floor to pick them up, but not before Mustang caught a glimpse of the mortification on the Lieutenant’s face… and the telltale beads of sweat still glistening in the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

I wanted that ending to be a bit of a surprise, but seeing as it was me who wrote it, I doubt it worked. But voyeur!Jean is still sexy, eh? But yes, this is for