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Edward sat in the back of the class, his brother seated beside him scribbling away in one of his notebooks as their teacher droned on. Ed had started off trying to take notes, having spent the better part of the previous night listening to Winry yell at him for his awful marks in Alchemic Theory. The attempt had lasted until their dark haired, long limbed teacher by the name of Roy Mustang had turned around to draw examples of alchemic circles on the board. Watching the man stretch and reach quickly distracted Ed from any attempt to pay attention to the words coming from the attractive man’s mouth.
“Brother, are you even paying attention?” Al whispered from beside him.
“Course.” He muttered back. He was paying attention, not to the lecture which was pretty useless to him anyway since he didn’t need a circle, but he was paying attention to the way the man moved with an easy fluidity of being accustomed to eyes watching him. He paid especial attention to the way his tight black jeans clung to the generous curves of the man’s ass and how his shirt lifted just enough to show a small strip of skin when he stretched to reach the top of the board.
He imagined how the man would look sprawled in his desk chair with Edward between his thighs. His shirt would be undone so Ed could run his fingers down that pale chest and through the dark goodie trail he just knew was hidden under those neat, professional clothes. The man used to be military, so he had to be nicely fit, wiry muscles in that lean frame. Ed wanted to taste all that pale skin and run his hands through the artfully tousled ebony hair. He bet the man looked gorgeous with sex hair, his skin all flushed with pleasure. He wondered if the man was vocal during sex, letting go of his controlled demeanor or if he kept it all bottled up, only letting out soft sounds of pleasure.
Ed was pulled out of his reverie by a swift kick from his brother. He grunted at the pain in his flesh leg and glared at Al. Mustang was handing out papers.
“Great job, Al.” He said handing the boy a stack of papers.
“Thanks, Professor.”
“Geek.” Ed mumbled under breath, earning a glare from their teacher.
“And you,” He paused in front of Ed’s desk, handing him papers covered in red. “See me after class.”
Ed gulped as the man walked away. Al giggled beside him. “Winry said you’d get in trouble.”
“Oh, shut up.” He grumbled, stuffing the papers in his bag.
“Everyone study up on the next two chapters for the test on Tuesday. You’re dismissed.” Mustang sat himself down at his desk. Students hurried out of the room, most done with classes for the weekend.
“I have to go see Winry, brother. Try to stay out of trouble.” Al grinned as he too left.
“Traitor.” Ed grumbled as he headed up to Mustang’s desk, the door slamming shut behind Al’s back.
“You’re failing my class, Fullmetal.” Mustang said without looking up from his paperwork.
“No, really?” Ed replied, his tone dripping sarcasm.
“Why?”
“What do I even need this for? I don’t even need transmutation circles.”
Mustang sighed. “You have great potential, kid. All you need is a little focus.”
“What’s it even matter to you, Mustang?”
“You’re acting like a little kid.”
“WHO ARE YOU CALLING TOO LITTLE TO MAKE HIS GRADES?!” He yelled, face turning red. Bastard thought he could just say whatever he wanted. Ed wasn’t going to stand for that.
“I’m giving you a chance. Private lessons on Saturdays to make up your grade.”
“You can’t make me show up here on Saturdays!” That was ridiculous.
“No, but I can fail you and you’ll have to repeat this class before you can move on to the next level in your studies.” Mustang’s smirk was infuriating.
“You’re serious?”
“Deadly.”
“This is fucking ridiculous!”
“You’re choice, Fullmetal. I’m agreeing to give up my free time to help you.”
“Fine.” He spat, angry that he’d now have to give up his Saturdays for a stupid class that didn’t even matter. “Where?”
“Teacher’s housing, suite 505, noon.” He watched Mustang gather his papers into his briefcase. He stood, striding to the door and pausing to look back at Ed. “And don’t be late, Fullmetal.”