Title: Fifteen Minute Fic; Word #100
Series: Irrelevant
Word Count: 250
Rating: PG - 13
Characters: Roy Mustang/Edward Elric
Summary: Small fic... ... implied sex, attempted teeny tiny bit of fluff ^^;
Warnings: None.
A/N: Written in fifteen minutes for 15_minute_fic Word #100
Disclaimer: Arakawa owns it all, I live in FMAdom and write fanfic for no reason.
Prompt : Word #100 : Throb
His heart pounded, his head swam.
This – this couldn't be normal.
It wasn't remotely possible that the human heart was built to withstand so many heartbeats at one go, one steady violent thrum that threatened to tear his heart or explode it. Either way – at least end it.
Be done. Finish.
A part of his brain assured him he wouldn't die. He had researched the human body to the finest detail, the heart could take so many violent throbs and jerks… it really could.
His life, his being, hung on to that tiny bit of sanity.
The human heart could take it, this wouldn't kill him, it wouldn't –
Black eyes peered at him curiously, words were spoken…
They flew by him.
He was concentrating on this, on holding on. Words were far too much, he couldn't take that too.
A hand cupped his cheek, fireflies of kisses across his throat, groans, moans and he drew ragged breaths and focused on the steady, violent throb of his heart.
Hands around his waist, hips, movement, ecstatic unrestrained movement and then – the light reached a brilliant blazing point and he wondered if he was dead.
The heart slowly slowed down, the movements nearly stopped. Was this dying? No… dying was painful, he remembered that.
This felt good, very good. It spoke of bliss, rapture… exhaustion. It took far too much.
"Are you alright?"
He ignored the words and focused on his heartbeat with a sweaty palm.
The same.
The both beat the same.
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