Argh. Today's been an emotional roller coaster. On top of yesterday being a birthday I almost forgot, I missed a meeting and forgot to send in a replacement, and church today brought up a lot of topics associated with the birthday that was yesterday. I need to invest in waterproof makeup.
Anyway. Decided to invest my emotions in a fic. Might as well do something productive. Praise to alkahestic, who gave the prompt that became the title.
Alfons sighed, setting down the pencil on top of the diagrams. It had been four hours since Edward had walked out the front door, since which Alfons had managed not only to make and clean up dinner, but clean the apartment spotless and go over all of the rocketry notes in their possession. Twice. It wasn't like Edward to leave for some food and be gone for this long.
He was jolted out of his thoughts by the slamming of the front door. Within seconds Alfons was on his feet and headed for the front room.
"Where have you been? It's been-" He stopped at the sight of Edward, battered and bruised in the door frame.
"I don't feel too good," Edward groaned, swaying dangerously far forward. Alfons managed to throw his arms out just as Edward took a head first dive towards the floor, catching him with inches to spare.
Ed blinked up at Alfons, dazed. "Hey, Al…" he trailed off, frowning. "Blue…"
"Okay, you're getting in bed." Alfons struggled for a moment until Edward seemed to regain some of his sense and stopped being total deadweight. Once he had them on their feet, Alfons kicked the front door shut, locked it, and set course for the one bedroom the small apartment housed.
"What do you eat, rocks?" he grunted, straining under the weight of his roommate and current pain in the ass.
Edward snickered. "Only if you cook them."
The struggle down the hallway seemed both longer and shorter then usual. Normally, Alfons wouldn't object to being in this close of contact with the elusive Edward Elric, but when said Edward was about as limp as an over steamed vegetable, the prospect lost some of its appeal. Luckily, Ed seemed to understand the concept of getting into bed, and only needed minor assistance there. Shoes were another matter.
"Take them off." At the blank stare, Alfons sighed. "You'll get dirt on the blankets. Take off your shoes."
Edward continued to give a blank stare. Right when Alfons was about to give it up as a lost cause, Ed reached down and undid his laces before kicking off the offending objects.
It was silent for a minute. Alfons opened his mouth, intending to say something, but Edwards eyes began to drift shut. Resigned, Alfons turned to leave, but stalled at the sound of a clearing throat.
"Come here."
He only hesitated a moment before turning to the over man. "Yes?"
Ed made no movement, save his mouth. "Closer."
Bewildered, Alfons obeyed, walking up to the side of the bed.
Faster then lightning, Edwards hand snaked out and snatched Alfons's. With one swift yank, Alfons's head was level with the bed. Before Alfons could register anything else, Ed grabbed his face and pressed their lips together.
Alfons could do nothing but freeze. It was the one thing he wanted but knew he could never have, and yet, somehow, he managed to snag it. But when Edwards lips began to move, his lips, Alfons began to melt.
That was, until Alfons tasted salt and rust.
He yanked away, inhaling quickly. "Is that blood?" he hissed, looking into Edwards face.
But it was too late- Edward had already nodded off. Alfons, to tired to process anything further, spent a few seconds studying his roommates face, before standing and exiting the room.
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Wryder