Soundtrack; "Casual Sex" by My Darkest Days
I just listened to the track and this plot bunny came hopping right up to me. I personally don't like this type of romance, but unless I step out of my comfort zone, I cannot grow as a writer. I hope you all enjoy!
Disclaimer; I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or anything affiliated with it.
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Ever since their meeting, Roy and Riza knew that their destinies were intertwined.
When Roy began his apprenticeship under Master Berthold Hawkeye, Riza would watch him when he studied, when he practiced, and when he slept, and in turn, Roy watched Riza when she swept the dusty floor of the library, washed dishes in the sink, and when she hung the laundry out to dry in the sun.
They hid it behind secret glances and turned backs, but no matter how much caution they performed these actions with, the other always knew when they were being watched.
Master Hawkeye was the only thing standing in their way, but he was a mighty force to be reckoned with. Neither of the two young teens would dare challenge him, so they hid their feelings with the unspoken promise of one day sharing what they felt for each other.
But that day was postponed further when Master Hawkeye passed away. Roy left to become a State Alchemist, and Riza made the decision to enter into sniper school. The two didn't see each other until they were both burning in the flames of Hell, or, more accurately, the deserts of Ishval.
The constant sound of gunfire and the screams of the dying kept the two young soldiers alert by day and awake by night. The horrific things they did to the innocent haunted them, even with the assurance that it must be done, that "orders are orders" and they had "no choice."
The two came together under a banner of need; the need for comfort, the need for support, the need for release. On the tiny cot of Riza's tent, the two became one in a torrent of pain and lust.
The pattern continued, month after month. It was random, sporadic. Roy would show up at Riza's door, and they would share their bodies for a night, then get up in the morning and go from 'Roy' and 'Riza' to 'Sir' and 'Hawkeye.'
It was simpler, easier this way. There were no words of comfort or love exchanged. These would only cause the collapse of the facade the two had been playing for years.
For a simple, easy escape from the world, however brief, was what the haunted soldiers needed as they trudged through the deserts of Hell.