Iron Smut: Genderswitch and Ed Challenge

Yesterday I participated in the Iron Smut Contest on LJ. The prompt was to use genderswitch and Ed. This is my contest entry, written in 90 minutes, in 10 minute intervals, with 30 minutes to prepare a plot (which explains the lack thereof ;p):

(Warning: het!)

Roy Mustang had had his share of surprises since he came to know the Elric brothers and it never seemed to end. For one, the Elric brothers were no more; there was now one Elric brother, Alphonse Elric, lovely boy with bronze hair and bronze eyes. And there was Ed. That had been a huge surprise, bigger than seeing Al in the flesh for the first time. The explanation he had got for the change had been vague, they were still working it out themselves but Ed was no longer Edward, he was now she and referred to herself as simply Ed.

His mind had reeled, Alphonse was definitely unhappy with the situation, unable to feel comfortable in his perfect body while his sibling had undergone this enormous change and still carried automail on top of that, but Ed seemed unconcerned. In fact, Ed was perfectly fine. Still short, still hot tempered, still a terrific pain in the ass but apparently adjusting to a female body like it was nothing at all. The very idea of losing his dick made Mustang cringe and wail: anything but that. Ed was going about like he never had one at all. Of course, he had never shown any sign of sexual activity or interest at all, completely focused on fixing his brother.

There was a knock on his office door and the door was banged open before he could even open his mouth. In came Ed, dressed pretty much like she always had but not quite. The waistband of the leather pants seemed to have moved downwards significantly and the tank top upwards, leaving a bare midriff and stomach, tanned and nicely curved. Mustang had trouble taking his eyes off it, which worried him.

"This is hardly appropriate dress, Fullmetal," he managed. "You never used to expose yourself like this."

She smiled.

"Don't tell me you don't like it, bastard," she grinned very much like she always had. "I may have caused a car to run into a street-pole on my way over."

She lowered herself on the couch, sitting with her legs stretched in front of her, utterly relaxed and at ease.
It was too much.

"Do you not mind what happened at all?" he burst out. "Do you not care about your loss?"

The wide gold eyes widened even further.

"My loss? I haven't lost anything! Al is back! He is here and he is alive and flesh and everything."


That was the Ed he knew, he had to admit that.
"I just thought you might find it hard to adjust to the changes in your own life," he tried to explain. "But you seem to take it all in stride. I should have known you would be brave enough to face another tragedy."

"There is no tragedy," Ed said, slowly as if trying to explain matters to a small child. "I feel good like this. I don't know why you should be all gloomy about it. I thought you'd like it, actually."

She winked and Roy's mouth fell open. The idea honestly hadn't crossed his mind but it did now, with a vengeance. Ed had been a good-looking boy and made a stunning girl. A car-crashing girl, apparently.

"You are an attractive girl, Fullmetal," he said smoothly, his face absolutely blank. "It's no wonder people stare, men especially I would think."

"Oh, yes," she said smugly. "It's too easy really. Ha, this will make my job a lot easier, men seem to want to act like idiots around women, I never really got that."

Roy balled his hands into fists.


In a sense it was good to find Ed could still provoke him, it made things more normal, more like they should be. Time to try if an old stand by still worked.

"Yes, many men allow themselves to be distracted by an attractive woman," he mused. "Of course, when she is really short this might work less well, they have top be able to see her."

She growled and jumped up to scream in his face. He didn't get most of the actual words and would probably be deaf for a few days but it was so good to hear the familiar rant. He blandly smiled in face of the spitting rage until a firm hand gripped his collar and pulled it down. Then he smelled her and his head spun. This was all wrong, this was Ed, for fuck's sake, Fullmetal, who was really a boy, but not really because he now felt two breasts pressing to his chest.

His breath faltered, the screaming had stopped, and god, she leaned into him and pressed her lips to his. His eyes widened, he shouldn't, but his rationale ground down to a screeching stop and he opened his lips to the tongue that pried between them. She didn't close her eyes, so very like Fullmetal, she tasted and probed and he would swear she had never done it before but it was damn good. He tried to gently kiss back, to be polite but it was useless, he was sucked in a hard and passionate kiss that made his head spin. Once they came up for air Ed moved back a little and narrowed her eyes.

"You know," she said, her voice hoarse. "This was pretty much what I've always wanted."

Roy felt his mouth fall open, he stood gaping like an uncouth fish.

"What?" he managed weakly. "I had no idea."

"Of course not," Ed looked at him with naked scorn. "Like that was possible. There'd be no end of trouble."

Yes, of course. Still, it was quite the confession. But wait.
"Fullmetal," he said carefully. "It is still a bad idea. You're very young and in my command."

A metal hand shoved him and he stumbled backward.
"Don't give me that crap," she spat. "You liked that just then! Don't try to deny it!"

He wouldn't dare. He was in big trouble and he knew it. He brushed his hands through his hair and sighed.


"Come here," he held out his hand. "If you are really, really sure?"

"Huh," she sneered. "You are the one who is stalling."

Obnoxious brat, but god, she was gorgeous. He pulled on the hand, since he was already on the floor they might as well stay there. She smirked as her body connected with his. He let a hand glide over her back, slender and ending in two firm, nicely rounded buttocks, which he groped for good measure. Part of him expected that any moment now she would come to her senses and attack. When that didn't happen, when she pressed herself on him, and kissed him again he thought he would lose what little sanity he still possessed. He let her take the lead, let her kiss him again and move her hands over his chest. She was very strong for a girl, that much had already been established.

She sat on top of him, took his hand and laid it on her breast. He gasped, it was that perfect, firm and round, soft. That was it, there might be a million reasons why this was a bad idea and would end in a disaster but right here and now there was /this/ and it was offered to him. His thumb moved over a pert nipple, which hardened to a nub. She arched her back into his touch. She wriggled, and that made him rock hard, like he was the teenager here. He fondled the breast some more, took the other one in his other hand, came up to suck the nipples. It drove her mad, he had skills, yes, and was goaded to use them, really. She was fumbling with the buttons of his pants, impatient, a sheen of sweat on her skin. He licked downwards, over the stomach, bending her backwards (she let him, anyway) and undid her pants with a practised ease.

"You can do this far too well," she growled with a whisper, pulled at him, pulled him towards her and he had to grin smugly.

He slid the pants down her thighs, removed his own while she licked his skin wherever she could get access, random but mind-blowing. Her tongue was like fire on his skin, who knew, who knew she was capable of this? If he had had even the faintest idea he would have taken the boy to bed but it never, ever had occurred to him. They were naked, ready and he moved inside her while she moved towards him and gasped, biting her nails into his arms. He didn't feel it, all his feeling was concentrated in his dick, which was sucked inside this girl, who was not really a girl but nothing else at the same time. She moaned, and clung as he moved himself, making little 'ah' noises. They found their rhythm, moved in perfect sync until they shattered.


He was laying flat on the floor, panting. She climbed up on her feet, whistling.

"That was fun," she said airily.

"Fun?" he smiled. "That's a bit of an understatement, isn't it?"

She stuck out her tongue.
"You are so full of yourself."