He was breathtaking, even at this age. Even before when he was only half there. Somehow the paleness and bandages had given him a radiance no mere child should possess. Now he stood again, on limbs not of his own or his own making, fist clenched and jaw set. The determination of a man set in a child's visage, it was all the Lt. Colonel could do not to squirm in his seat.
"I don't want you to treat me like some kid, I didn't fucking come all this way just for that bullshit," Ed snorted. "I got what it takes and I'm willing to do what it takes. So don't think you have to pamper me or pet me on my fucking head, because I ain't here for that."
"I can see that," the Lt. Colonel said smoothly, leaning back in his seat, crossing his legs and templing his hands. "You are just brimming with agenda, Edward, none of it to benefit your country. But I'm game, I'll play. You want to use me, I want to use you, maybe we'll both get what we want in the end, that seems like a fair deal, doesn't it?"
"Yeah," Ed said nodding. "That's what I'm talking about. Just like that. Give and take. You know, you got quite a rep around here. Ain't hardly nowhere in this building I can lurk and not hear about the Lt. Colonel."
"That's interesting," Roy said, tilting his head to the side. "What is it you hear? You want validation from me? It's probably all true."
The boy seemed to steel himself, rolled his head on his shoulders. Then set his features again.
"Yeah, so I hear the best way to get anything out of you is by going through your pants," the boy said evenly. "I want you to know, I'm good with that. I can make that work for both of us."
The Lt. Colonel's eyebrows rose, in fact, they kept on rising. Through the ceiling, off into the night sky.
"Ex...excuse me?" he managed to choke out.
"Yeah, actually if you are as good as they all say you are," Ed waved his hand. "Hell, I mean I'm not above getting all my skills from the best around."
The Lt. Colonel sputtered in a very un-Lt. Colonel like way and glanced around, even considered pinching himself on the arm to make sure he was awake.
"Why do you think I agreed to meet you so late at night, when everyone was gone?" Ed asked, then turned and sauntered over to the office door, pushing the lock with an audible click. "But better not to take chances." When the boy turned to approach again he shrugged the red coat off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor behind him.
"I figure we can take it slow, after all, I'm a physical virgin, if not a mental one, but don't think just because of that I don't know what I'm doing or what needs to be done," he warned. "I'm willing to let you get your jollies all over me, but I'm not going to be left cold. I figure with these looks it might make the going a little easier for me if I can wrap both men and women around my little metal finger," and he grinned a grin that had no place on a twelve year old’s face.
"Wait just a minute," Roy said as Ed came around the desk. "This is some sort of set-up, isn't it? Who the hell are you already in league with you little brat? Tell me what they offered you, I think you'll find I'm a reasonable man and can match any price."
Nevermind the fact his cock was already rock hard and pushing at the military issue fabric he'd encased it in. Everyone knew ambitious career moves were all a ploy to make your dick bigger. And wouldn't you know it, that's just where the little bastards eyes settled and the side of his mouth pulled up in a smirk.
"You sure talk a good fight, but what's the matter? You said the rumors were true, I think I'm owed a practical demonstration," he moved forward suddenly, caught the arms of the Lt. Colonel's chair and more or less trapped the man in it. "You want me, I mean look at this," Ed flicked a finger down the visible bulge.
"Don't confuse this for want," the Lt. Colonel grated out. How the fuck did this spiral out of control? Since when did a twelve-year-old virgin male ever get control of this situation? "I talk a good fight, but so do you. Who coached you? What's in this for you?"
"Power, we both want it, you have it, I want you to teach me how to use it," Ed's golden eyes gleamed. "This is power, fuck, you know at first I thought about this just like getting at something I wanted. One more step down the road to getting back what I lost, but I think I actually want to do this now, and not just because of that."
"And...and what if I refuse?" Roy asked, throat feeling as dry as his groin felt hot.
"You won't," Ed said smugly. "I know you won't, because you've been checking me out since we first got here," he pushed back off the arms of the chair, his hands dropped to the elaborate belt around his waist and began to unbuckle it.
He watched him do it, because he couldn't look away. He watched the nimble, white gloved fingers loosen the belt, tug it open. He watched them work the buttons on the leather pants that helpfully defined the boy's contours and the fact he had the loveliest little bubble butt around.
"You know what, let's just dispense with the niceties, I mean I was going to leave my pants on, but screw that. Leather is hot and tight as fuck, and I'm already feeling pinched."
Ed turned around, sat his ass on Roy's knees and worked off his boots. He then stood back up and pushed on his pants, bending over and giving Roy such a gorgeous view he groaned and even felt the pre-cum wet the material of his own trousers.
That being done, Ed gripped the arms of the chair again and gave a little jump, perching his now, very naked ass in the Lt. Colonel's lap, right on top of his straining cock.
"If you're going to bring me down," the Lt. Colonel whispered fiercely in his ear, "then at least I'm going to get what I'm going down for. Hope you don't have any cronies waiting to burst in from the wings, they will be roasted."
"Don't get ahead of yourself," Ed growled back. "This is where you get to feel me up, if you're gonna fuck me, I expect dinner and stuff, like all those bimbos you court."
Roy didn't hesitate, he slid his hand up the boy's stomach, arching him back, the other moved right into forbidden territory. He took a few deep, steadying breaths as he lightly ran gloved fingers up and down the boy's cock, took a moment to draw them through downy golden curls.
"Uh... don't fuckin' tease me," Ed growled. "Get to the good stuff."
"I think this is where your tables turn," Roy murmured, laid his lips to the side of the boy's neck. "I won't go down without a fight."
Ed squirmed, grunted and thumped his head back against the Lt. Colonel's shoulder.
"I know what you want," the older man purred into his ear. "You want to own me, and you can. But if I am to be your property, then don't you think you should see just what it is you're going to have? Don't go in sight unseen, Edward, don't be so rash," he let his fingers curl around Ed's cock then, and the boy shivered and licked his lips, trying not to moan.
He started slow, lingering. Ed's cock was still new, it was slightly plump and had just a hint of angle inward toward his belly. The head was red and the tip poked through the foreskin, Roy drew a lazy fingertip over it and the boy bucked, gasped, growled.
"I'll make a very good possession," he purred to one small ear. "You'll see that you've invested very wisely, I promise."
"If I own you," Ed managed. "Then go faster! Fuck this shit, I ain't one of your bimbos you better not ever compare me to that..." He slammed his head back on Roy's shoulder again.
Roy opened his mouth over that ear, tugged the rim and lobe with his teeth. He slid his second hand slowly, down past the first that was holding and stroking a small, but promising cock and cupped a pair of small and tight balls. Ed's entire body seemed to spasm and he arched upwards.
"There's an old adage, about a tortoise and a hare," the Lt. Colonel said.
"Save me your fuckin' adult rhetoric," Ed howled and reached to grab the Lt. Colonel's hand in his own steel one. "Fuckin' pull on it or something, damn, I didn't decide to do this so you could tease me to death!"
Roy licked the ear, chuckling softly.
"You own me," he whispered. "I'm yours, this is your own doing, not mine. And yes, I will dine you, court you, whatever you want. Then I'll fuck you, just like you want, and we'll see if the owner can be owned."
He began to move his hand then, tunneling Ed's cock in his glove covered fingers, stroking with more firmness and purpose and Ed twisted and bared his teeth, sweat running down his cheeks, eyes screwed shut. It's didn't take long, because his Master was just a boy and not sure of what he should be doing. But he came with a howl and sagged to pant there in the Lt. Colonel's lap.
Roy indulged himself, nipping at the boy's neck, because every good slave deserves a little reward for a job well done.
"Was that alright?" Roy purred. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"No," Ed panted. "That's good for now," he waved his hand vaguely.
"Where am I taking you for dinner tomorrow?" Roy continued, nudging Ed's chin up with his nose to get at his tender throat.
"Somewhere that ain't so I got to dress up or nothing... I like Xingian..." the boy crooned, eyes shut, letting Roy tilt and move him as he pleased. "But you ain't going to get me to put out for just one lousy meal," Ed groused. "I ain't easy."
"No," Roy cooed, "of course not. But I can feel you up all I want, right?"
"Oh sure," Ed said, feeling generous. "You can do this any time," he said magnanimously.
Roy hid his grin against the boy's neck. He was always warned his ambition would be his undoing and the people he sought to use would haunt him. He was sure the prophetic words didn't have this in mind.
"What are you snickering about?" the boy groused, trying to use Roy's butt skirt to clean himself up.
"Oh, not much, just that I can beat the system without even trying. That must really get some goats."
He couldn't help the laughter when the boy gave an angry snort and shoved free of his lap.