EDIT: I have been asked to clarify what is past and what is present in this chapter. So here's a key to help you out:
In italics – past
Normal text – present
If you have any more comments or concerns, feel free to review! I'm always open to suggestions.
A/N: Stress from exams starting on Thursday is causing me to write. Although I'll probably post this after exams…ah I'll let you know in the second A/N (at the bottom).
:\ I don't feel like writing the songs I listen to as much anymore…it takes too long to write them down…I may do it every now and then but…yeah…maybe a song of the chapter? XD
Disclaimer: …What? I'm watching a…Lamborghini? It's pretty…
Warnings: OK THERE IS ACTUAL LIKE LIME IN THIS CHAPTER SO YEAH :D I'm so excited! . Excuse me for this, being a cliché author, but this is my first full-fledged, complete lime, or fruity anything, so…ehhhh! Please excuse me if I mess things up!
Another warning?: Puberty. Just. …read it…
Another warning? :O Language. :D
:~H.n.R.~:
"I decided yesterday that I would quit the army," Edward stated in monotone. Roy's jaw went slack with shock, and Edward continued, "I'm going to get the normal life I never had. Don't expect me to say goodbye to you…I guess you won't miss me then…I'm going to do my best on this job, and after that I'm leaving. Sayonara."
And in that moment of confusion, denial, and shock, Roy's painful heart didn't distract him from the fact that Roy had just realized how much Edward actually cared for him…
:~H.n.R.~:
Edward clenched his teeth and moaned, "Stop teasing me…"
Roy bit and pinched the skin on the other's neck, his own pleasured moans muffled by his actions. The raven-haired man didn't bother to respond.
Noticing the silence, Edward sighed and then jerked up violently again with another moan stuck in his throat, "Ahhh…whatever you do, don't stop…"
Roy chuckled and moved down to his collarbone, licking along the curvature of Edward's upper chest, "You just told me to stop…didn't you?" Damn! He was getting hard off of just seeing Edward without a shirt on…!
Edward hands found their way up Roy's muscular arms, then down the older man's bare back and caressed his lower back. After finding that he could move despite being bit and licked-OHHHHH-he started to massage and knead Roy's back. At this touch, Roy arched and their bodies almost came in contact with the other.
Trying to fight fucking Edward right then and there, he decided he'd just speed this up and make it more pleasurable. Roy moved down to Edward's nipple and placed his soft lips on it. Edward moaned in encouragement again and put his hands on the back of Roy's head, pressing his new lover's head down ever-so-slightly in demand that he do something now. Roy caught on to this and periodically swiped his rough tongue over the nipple and then pressing his teeth down on it slightly.
Edward hissed when Roy lifted his head experimentally, the now-cold air hitting the wet saliva spilling over his chest. The blonde arched his back ever so slightly, more concentrated on curling his legs up so he could press his thighs against his-
"Ah, ah, ah~" Roy smirked and sat on Edward's thighs, pushing them back down to where Ed was laying down flat again. Edward pouted at the man and stuck his lips out, which only invited Roy to bend down and kiss him.
:~.R.n.H.~:
Roy moved his lips in circular motions against Ed when the younger of the two wasn't responding in complete shock. He smirked and bit down softly on Ed's lips and pressed his tongue in the crevice between them, asking for entrance. Edward, after a short pause, nodded at the other's silent question. Roy rolled his eyes and put pressure on the other's lips with his own, and Ed got the idea and opened up his mouth to let Roy inside. They swirled their tongues together.
At that point, Roy, who was laying on top of Edward, reached down to stroke Edward through his pants. Edward moaned loudly at the contact and arched up toward the welcome, rough hand.
"AH!" Edward shot up in his bed and stared up at the ceiling. Panting heavily and eyes so wide they hurt, he fisted the bed sheets and tried to swallow to soothe his parched, arching throat. Aching, ACHING!
:~H.n.R.~:
Again, Edward slipped past his roommate and looked into the bathroom mirror disgustedly. He then washed his face, wishing away the redness, but instead, when he raised his head, he found something else to worry about.
Shakily, Ed raised his right hand up to his lower jaw and blanched. The texture of his face was…rough and itchy. And slightly darker than it had been yesterday. Don't tell me, Ed thought, Don't tell me I'm-
AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
:~H.n.R.~:
Edward was sitting at the corner of the table quietly, hands clasped together and between his legs (not in a perverted way, mind you). His face was turned downward with a worried expression while the rest of his teammates were talking.
As of now he felt very ashamed of his newfound…discovery and couldn't confide in anyone about it. Alphonse would laugh at him-on that thought, he probably shouldn't tell him about it tonight when he said he would call his older brother. He just basically ditched Roy in every way possible, so he wasn't sure if Roy would go near him even now. Wasn't he a homophobe, anyway? And Nicholas-Edward had taken to calling him by his proper name even since that incident in the road yesterday-was probably still mad at him, so Edward was guessing the child-like soldier would bully him for it.
Why didn't he just shave? Well, considering his surprise that morning, you should have figured out that that was the first time Ed had even seen peach fuss on his face.
Pffft. Tch. Duh.
So when one of his soldiers called for an emergency meeting because a lead had come up, Edward had taken to hiding his lower face under his bangs.
"…I talked to one citizen. Her name was Cevillia Yearout. Blonde hair, blue eyes, beautiful smile," the soldier beamed. Both of the female soldiers in the group glared at him pointedly, and he shrunk back and continued on, "She said that she wasn't really too interested in what happened in the town. Even though this is her hometown, she doesn't care too much for it and would be okay with moving for a little while to Central if necessary, yadda, yadda, yadda. She wouldn't reveal too much to me once I told her my rank, but I'm betting she's willing to listen to Major Elric here."
Edward raised his head slightly when he heard his name, "Ah, yes…I hope she would be."
"Well, I would advise talking to her today," Nicholas's female counterpart spoke up, shuffling around the rough, beige napkins that had been laying on the table in her hands nervously, "She probably seems like she won't keep her patience if we wait too long."
"That's right," Ed used this opportunity to nod his head and hide his face more, "I'll leave in about an hour to give her time. It's stressful having a military man in your home."
The rest of his team-except for Nicholas-nodded in agreement and settled into silence. It soon became awkward and Edward slowly, slowly realized that he had to dismiss them.
"Dismissed," Edward grunted, and three of the five members of his team got up and left the coffee shop they were in. Only Nicholas and his female counterpart were left. Guess who Edward chose to talk to?
"You know, I never learned your name," Edward murmured.
The brunette woman looked up at her superior, "Nadele, sir."
"Nadel?"
"No…Nadel, but with an 'e' at the end. Silent 'e', sir," the woman corrected, "It's like that famous singer but with an 'n' at the beginning."
"Ah," Edward said in understanding, then put his head back down. They sat in more uncomfortable silence like that until Nicolas got up and briskly made his way outside. That left Edward and Nadele.
"So…" Edward spoke up again, "I'm guessing she wants me there alone?"
"Yessir," Nadele nodded, "She seems to not trust us lower-ranked officers. But I can understand her decision, sir."
Edward nodded nonchalantly. He knew that Nadele had offered a bit of opinion into her answer, and he let it slide. He wasn't a bastardly douche bag.
Deciding that conversation would be a bit of a bore now, Edward got up and left the restaurant. Nadele still sat there, and took a sip of tea that a waiter set down just as soon as Edward exited out the door.
"Yeah, he's probably gonna die," Nadele said.
As if she were answering a question.
:~H.n.R.~:
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The room was full of warm, soft hues. The walls were a light, peachy brown and the sofas were not much darker. A carpet of the same tone was spread over the floor, and desks and lamps made of mahogany joined in to create a sort of dream living room.
The woman sat in one of the chairs, reading a newspaper. Even she and her clothes matched with the color scheme of the room. It was the off-white of the newspaper that threw everything off.
Knock…knock.
The woman looked up from her newspaper at the door, which was straight across from the living room. In-between the two, the thin hallway. She got up and made her way over to the shiny, wood door. Strange, she always thought, that she kept the door a lighter color than the rest of the wood in her house.
When she opened the door, she came face-to-face…or rather, face-to-neck with a young soldier. That much was evident by his clothing-bright blue. That would just not do in her house. But his golden, sunshine-colored hair and deep eyes were just perfect. She could use those colors in her kitchen…
The young man's lips were tight and he looked down at her, cold and wide-eyed.
"May I come in?" the man's deep tenor vibrated from his chest. The woman felt like a girl as her heart swooned.
"Yes, of course," she kept her outer composure calm and stepped to the side to welcome him into her abode. Turning his head to the left and noticing the warm living room, he turned and went to sit down.
"I'm sure you don't mind if I keep my boots on," the soldier looked like he wanted to sip some tea to hide his face, "I will only be here a while."
The blonde woman shook her head and entered her kitchen, which was separated from her living room only by a marble-and-brick island that matched the rest of her kitchen. It was rather…homely, in a way. It wasn't exactly up to her standard though. About those gold colors…
"You have marvelous eyes," she said, trying to use words to impress the man.
However, he seemed quite the opposite, "I inherited them from my father. …Quite the man, he was."
"Was? Oh, dear, it's a shame to see family members go, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is," the man licked the inside of his lips, swallowed, and shuffled his feet.
"Would you like some tea?"
"Yes."
The woman hummed in appreciation and quickly made tea for the both of them. She made sure to get mint tea for the man, as she was sure he wouldn't like to be tired by the end of their conversation. She needed to see those eyes, after all.
"To get right to the topic," the golden man sipped his tea and looked at her across the room as she sat down, "One of my subordinates spoke with you earlier. Said you wanted to see a higher-up."
"Well here you are," the woman laughed.
"Name."
"Pardon?" the woman coughed slightly and looked up.
"Can I have your name please? Wouldn't be very polite of me to say 'you, woman.'"
"Ah," the woman laughed, "My name is Cevillia Yearout. Would you like me to spell it?"
"No, no, no thank you," the young soldier shook his head.
"And yours?"
"Major Riordan Lasky," the man offered, "Now, I'd like to talk about what you wouldn't talk to my soldiers about earlier."
"Ah, yes, of course," Cevillia smiled sweetly, "I wanted to tell them about the transmutation devices. You see, a couple of members of my extensive family have been delving into this…science, and I know a bit here and there about alchemy. That being said, I want to tell you about my father."
"Your father?" the man looked slightly taken aback.
"Yes…"
:~H.n.R.~:
"Oh, oh dear!"
"Ah, I'm sorry, ma'am."
"No, you don't have to pick them up, it's my fault I dropped them, I wasn't looking where I was looking…oh, silly, clumsy me…"
"It's alright, ma'am, I-I…"
"…Yes? Are you alright?"
"…A-ah, you work at…"
"The laboratories near here?"
"Y-yeah, that…so I guess I never noticed you…I'm sorry."
"No, it's not your fault. I'm a secretary there, you wouldn't have noticed me, anyway."
"Why don't I treat you to dinner!"
"E-eh?"
"It's my fault that all of this happened to you. Such a fine woma-smart, young lady shouldn't be treated like this. I'm buying."
"B-but sir, I can't possibly take your money like this!"
"It's not your money you're taking…"
"Hm?"
"Ah, nothing…meet me at the laboratory at 8 PM, alright?"
"A-ah, wait!...Dammit…What should I do…?"
:~…~:
"Wow, you're smarter than I thought!"
"What's THAT supposed to mean?"
"You shouldn't be at your level with this level of knowledge!"
"Don't say that! I went to a college and received entry-level grades for an entry-level job."
"Even so, you can be much greater than this! I'm having a word with my boss, first thing tomorrow!"
"What the hell is your obsession with me?"
"Whoa, whoa, calm down…"
"I mean, my goodness! Why are you working so hard to make my life better? What is my life in comparison to the other 5 million people in this world?"
"Do you really want to hear the answer to that question?"
"Y-…no…"
"Alright, then. Sit down."
"A-alright…"
:~…~:
"Hey, Charyl!"
"Oh, hey, girl, what's up?"
"This guy got me promoted a bunch yesterday! I only bumped into him and he treated me to dinner. And now he's so obsessed he's trying to make my life better…I don't deserve this, though! I earned what I worked for, but I didn't work for this!"
"Sure you did, darling…otherwise, you wouldn't qualify for your job, now would you?"
"Ah, you're right…"
:~…~:
"A baby girl?" "A baby girl?"
:~…~:
"Honey, what are you doing?"
"Go back upstairs, I'm doing my work."
"Maybe I can help you-"
"No."
"Please, at least wish your daughter a welcome home. She's had a tough first day of school."
"Later."
"You'd better be up by dinner."
"Yup."
:~…~:
"Why are you doing this?"
"To make things right!"
"I've heard that line so many times in movies it's not funny anymore. Tell me what you are concocting this instant!"
"I…I'm making a clone."
"Fucking hell?"
"Look, I lied to you when I said I loved you and your body and everything about you…I do not love your body. You have a nice personality. We could be great friends. I thought I could give you a good life because I had no one to share my enormous income with. But I found out that I needed self satisfaction, too."
"What are you talking about?"
"Honey…I'm gay. And honestly, I can't love you the way I am. If I created a clone who loved you right under your nose…you'd just think our distancing was just a mid-age crisis…But I guess you're gonna stop me now, right?"
"You've been cheating on me?"
"I apologize for lying. I thought I could make it better."
"Fuck you and your stupid insecurities!"
"Honey, our daughter's upstairs-"
"FUCK! SHE WASN'T CREATED OUT OF LOVE YOU BASTARD! I LOVED YOU! LOVED! FUCK! She's my daughter! I'm going to have to leave before you can impose any of your homosexual tension on my daughter. There would be nothing wrong with your sexuality if you hadn't lied to me. Of all the sweet, nice gay people in the world it had to be the crazy one that I got! You DRAGGED ME INTO THIS."
"Wait, don't go-"
"AUGHHH!"
"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck…shit, I didn't mean to…no, that's-that's not blood, fuckkkk!"
:~H.n.R.~:
"Oh…wow," the man swallowed, for he had not moved the entire time.
Cevillia nodded, "And after that, my father stayed with me until I was around twelve years old. I remember he started getting distant when I was eight years old. That was almost ten years ago when he disappeared…? I tried to see what he was using the circles for, but I couldn't make head nor tails of it."
"Probably because it was his own theories. It's understandable, I have tried to accomplish the same feat-it took me at least a couple of years."
"Ah, I only glanced at them for a couple of days…" Cevillia looked ashamed, "Anyway, I don't know where he is right now and nor do I care. But I would suggest asking my grandmother for some information."
"Where does your grandmother live?"
Cevillia told the blonde man her grandmother's address, and then bid him a farewell. Before the man could exit her house, she warned:
"Careful, my grandmother is rather antsy in the daytime. It'd be best if you visited at night. And maybe at the café? She doesn't like soil in her house."
The blonde nodded, "Will do."
A/N: And I will stop there because this is not a really long one-shot. ^^. Sorry, I feel like if I had to read all this, I wouldn't remember anything! I know I still have quite a few things to do, but you'll see why I stopped it at this point in the next chapter. Which is-yes, you guessed it-the songfic chapter! :D
I can't even remember the last time I put up the last chapter. Was it one or two months ago? Can I blame it on exams and post-exam stress? Yes, I will, and I will tell you you have no reason that I could validate those excuses. I guess this was a bad time to start a fic during such a hectic year but at least I typed up-okay I will stop ranting. :I *zips up lips, throws away key*
Meanwhile, I am also trying to figure out what my Homestuck fic will be, because I cannot write Dirk and Jake. It's just too hard. Jake is too spontaneous. And Jane's language is too archaically broad for me to use. XD
Until next time, adieu! (Can you guess the reference? :D)
2,789 words, about 8 pages. Aren't you proud. XD