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Title: Wet dreams
Pairing/Characters: ?/Ed
Rating: NC-17 - mostly :)
Warnings: Sex or at least dreaming about sex :P
Words: 484
Summary: Ed has a dream that he doesn’t expect
A.N: I’ve had this written in a book just about forever ^^; It was supposed to be a kink meme fill but I suck at writing to a deadline…or at all sometimes >.> I haven’t put a pairing because that would spoil the fic so you’ll just have to read and find out who Ed’s dreaming about :D I was going to write this at xmas for sky_dark but as I said, I procrastinate...too much ^^;

Ed watched as the shirt fluttered to the ground, seemingly slowing down as it fell. He lifted his eyes from the crumpled fabric and ran them hungrily up the standing figure to stare at the sculpted torso now laid bare before him. His mouth was dry as he hummed appreciatively at the sight. It was breathtaking and Ed could feel himself harden as he fantasised about what he would like to do to him or have him do in return.

‘Why dream?’ he thought as he felt himself move forward towards the temptation, his hand splaying out across the expanse of chest as soon as he was close enough to touch. A hand landed over Ed’s, warmth spreading out from the contact through his body making him sweat and his heart beat faster. A touch so soft against his back, fingers snagging in fabric and then a hand dragging him forward, pulling him closer.

Bodies flush together, lips so close they could almost touch, could taste. He felt the pressure before he saw the movement. Lips on his, tasting him and dominating him and it was so good Ed didn’t even think to fight back.

Scene change, when did they both get naked? A bed that wasn’t there before but is now. So soft, so comfortable. Two bodies pressed together, sweat slicked and panting. He was filled by him and it felt right, like they were always meant to be here right now, doing this. They were made to fit together. Faster now, move, deeper, hit that spot, again and again, don’t stop, more, please…

So close, just a little more, the coil tightens, stars dance, I might love you.

Release, warm and white, covering their chests, filling him and dribbling out. So messy but so worth it. Boneless and sated, sleep should come…

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Ed awoke in a state of shock, he could feel the sheets sticking to his lower half slightly. He knew what had happened, he remembered the dream in vivid detail but was still at a loss as to why ‘HE’ had been in it. Ed didn’t even think of him in that way. He was annoying and vain and all Ed felt when he saw him as a sudden urge to whack him with his automail until he lost consciousness.

This couldn’t be happening; this was beyond a bad joke. Someone seriously had something against him if he was having wet dreams about a mooching prince. Ling of all people should not be making cameos in his dreams. No way, no how, not a chance!

Sure he had a fit body, but Ed was not thinking about that. And he was kind of interesting, if you liked self-absorbed egotistical bottomless pits. ‘Time for a cold shower I think’. Ed shot towards the bathroom for a cold shower that had absolutely nothing to do with thinking about Ling, nothing at all.