Title: Ut Reperio Sol Solis (To Find the Sun)
Author: Nagi Kokuyo
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, however much I may wish otherwise
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist (2003 anime)
Pairing(s): RoyxEd, AlxWinry, EdxHei
Rating: T (for now. I'll tell you if that changes, or if you want a lemon, tell me in a review or PM)
Warnings: BoyxBoy (or ManxMan, as the case may be), so click that BACK button if that isn't your thing, violence, cursing (it's Ed, so there will be naughty language), and a possible lemon later
Summary: Sequel to "Arduus Ad Solem" Ed's finally home after five years gone, and it's time for him to face the brother he left behind and make a choice that will change his life forever as the new year approaches. EdxRoy slash
MOVIE SPOILERS FOR CONQUERER OF SHAMBALLA (also, I disregard most of the movie, so maybe not so many spoilers)
ALSO, this is a SEQUEL to my first FMA story, Arduus Ad Solem. You MUST read that one first, so if you haven't already, go find it on my page and read it before coming back! And a BIIIIG thank you to RomiofAmestria for suggesting the title! This one's for you, hon!
THANK YOU!
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Roy watched as Ed hurried back and forth across the room, occasionally tossing something into the open bag on the floor. The blond muttered to himself under his breath, counting things off his check list as he went. Roy shook his head in amusement and chuckled. Ed froze and whirled around, scowling.
"What's so funny!" he demanded, and he just looked so cute standing there with his arm crossed over his chest and his lower lip jutting out like that that Roy couldn't help but laugh harder.
Eyes flashing, Ed huffed and turned back to his work. Finally, after weeks of recovery, he was going to Winry's shop to get his arm and leg fixed. Even though she'd moved to Central for better business and to give Al a place to stay, Ed was planning on being gone at least two weeks, if not longer. As he'd told Roy over breakfast: "This isn't just getting repairs, you know. I have to get a whole new arm port and everything. The rehab's gonna be brutal." He'd be staying with Winry until he could function without help.
After that…Roy didn't want to think about that. When Ed had his automail back, would he still want to stay with him? When he no longer needed Roy's help, would he have a reason to stay? Or would he go back to traveling with his brother? There wouldn't be a reason for Ed to keep living with him when he didn't need to, and Roy dreaded the day when his house went back to being the dark, lonely place it used to be.
He was pulled out of his thoughts when his field of vision was filled with a pair of golden eyes. He blinked and straightened, pulling back until Ed's entire face came into focus instead of just his eyes. The blond peered at him, looking annoyed.
"Hey, what crawled up your butt and died, Roy-boy?" he asked, planting himself in front of Roy. He had almost completely recovered, and it was clear that the years had been good to him. He'd been a striking teen on the rare occasions he'd calmed down, and now, he was an absolutely breathtaking young man. This new Edward, the one who'd come back to them, to him, was no longer the brash, volatile, fervent teenager Roy had known. It was getting easier to reconcile this good-humored, calmer Ed with the old one; still, Roy wondered when Ed had become so lonely, forlorn, and full of sorrow…and so beautiful.
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The past few days had been chaotic as they'd tried to figure out how things would go on. When they'd returned to Roy's house after Ed's bandages had been removed for good, things between them had been different. They'd made out at the hospital—they couldn't forget that—but they hadn't known how to go from there. Roy would have been plenty happy to pick up where they'd left off at the hospital, but he knew that Ed wasn't ready. Ed was still mourning the loss of the life he'd built for himself on the Other Side. He was still mourning the loss of his life with Alfons, and Roy knew that it was too soon for anything to happen between them. He could and would wait until Ed was ready for something more, if that meant they did have a chance.
He ruffled Ed's hair, laughing at the indignant squeak. "Nothing, Ed. Just thinking."
But that didn't mean he had to like it.
Ed scowled and poked Roy in the shoulder. "Bullshit," he said bluntly. Eyes sparkling, he plopped himself in Roy's lap and, grinning, pressed open-mouthed kisses to the Fuhrer's jaw. "Tell me the truth," he murmured against pale skin, pressing his hand against Roy's chest.
Roy shuddered, struggling to reign in his responses. Now this was just cheating. Roy was seriously fighting the urge to bend the young alchemist over the bed and take him right then with no preamble. How the hell was he supposed to respect Ed's virtue—or whatever passed for it—when the blond was making himself so damn tempting? He groaned as Ed gently nipped his jugular; damn Ed for playing dirty. Roy was vaguely curious about where the hell Ed had learned to seduce like this, then decided he didn't want to know, not really.
Ed must have sensed Roy's discomfort, because he shifted his position and threw a leg over Roy's, straddling the older man. He drew him into a rough kiss, and out of instinct, Roy's arms wrapped around the young man in his lap. This was the first time they'd kissed since the hospital, and three days of pent up frustration and worry leaked through. Ed's hand buried itself in dark hair; their tongues danced for dominance; Roy let himself fall backwards against the bed, Ed tumbling down with him, and for the life of him, he couldn't remember why this was a bad idea.
Until Ed ground against him and his eyes snapped open. The reality of what was going on hit him full force as jolts of pleasure ran through him, and with extreme difficulty, he pushed Ed away. "No," he gasped, jumping up from the bed before Ed could straddle him again. Ed growled, looking thoroughly disappointed; the bulge in his pants agreed with him, and Roy was feeling the loss too. If the circumstances had been different, if he'd been a little less determined, he knew that Ed's trip would have been postponed indefinitely while he pounded the blond into the bed until he couldn't walk without a limp.
He shook his head, trying to clear away the lust and arousal. It didn't work. "No," he said a little more forcefully. "Not like this."
He turned his back on the blond and went to take a nice cold shower, leaving an incredulous Ed sitting on the bed to take care of his own little problem. By the time Ed came down with his bag, Roy was trying to work his way through a stack of paperwork due first thing next day; he was also trying to avoid the acidic glower of his housemate/tenant/sort-of-maybe-potential-lover(?) drilling into the back of his head.
Cricket.
Cricket.
Cricket.
Roy's pen stilled on the paper as Ed finally sighed and asked, "What the hell just happened? I thought…after the hospital…I thought you wanted me." His voice had lost its annoyed ring, replaced with confusion and self-doubt.
Roy turned in his chair and winced—what a guilt trip. Ed was standing at the bottom of the stairs, somehow managing to look offended, hurt, and confused at the same time. He stood and approached him, ruffling the blond hair fondly. "Hey, don't give me that look," he teased, "it's your own damn fault for trying to seduce me like that. You were setting yourself up for that."
Edward glared up at him, but it didn't reach his eyes. Deciding to take pity on him, Roy dropped a kiss on the blond's forehead and chuckled.
"Believe me, I want you so much it hurts, but I already made up my mind: I won't sleep with you until you've had a chance to consider everything. There are so many reasons why this is wrong, but for the life of me, I can't make myself care. Maybe you can. Go get your automail fixed up, and go get caught up with your little brother, Ed. If you choose to come back after you've thought it over, if you still want to be together, then we'll see where we go from there, okay?"
Ed sighed and closed his eyes, and when he opened them, he seemed to have resigned himself to go along with it. "Yeah," he said, "okay."
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Welcome back, everyone! I'm truly sorry it took me so long, but I admit, I got addicted to a new show (okay, the show isn't new, but my interest in it is), Battlestar Galactica (the re-imaged series). Anyway, I've been skipping around between stories, but this one's finally finished! That's the first chapter of my new FMA story! I hope you like it, and point out any errors I might have made. I'll update again soon, but I think I'll make you wait a few days, hmm?
~Nagi