Sight
by faemystic4
Summary: Ed needs glasses…
Pairing: RoyxEd, hint of AlxWinry
Warning: fetish, maybe? It's safe though…
6/19/05
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me, but
they do belong to a Hiromu Arakawa. sob
Still
"Ed, you need glasses," Roy remarked as he watched Ed pore over some books from the Central City library.
Over the past few weeks, when Ed was not off on one of his trips, a new routine had emerged between the elder Elric and the colonel. Every night, at six in the evening, Roy would leave headquarters, pick up some food, and join Ed and Al at the library. At about nine, Al would leave with a murmured good bye, leaving Ed to his books and Roy. During those hours, Roy would join in on the research they were doing, or bring some paperwork of his own from the office to go through. Once Ed had fallen asleep over his books at about midnight, Roy would gently move Ed to the nearby sofa and place a blanket on him before leaving for his own residence.
These were the few times that Ed would not spend his entire time arguing with the colonel; instead, aside from a few, distracted replies to whatever inquiries Al or Roy made, Ed rarely spoke during this time.
Roy enjoyed these moments as much as he liked the many times in headquarters when he encountered an outraged Edward Elric. Whenever he paused in his own work for a breather, he would look up to watch the FullMetal Alchemist. It was an intense and strangely intimate sight.
Roy would watch as Ed went through the books in a quick but paced manner. Usually, since the library room they inhabited was stuffy, Ed would remove all his clothes, leaving only his tank top and pants on. Roy could watch the light dance on Ed's skin for hours. His face was even more intriguing. Ed's face was screwed in concentration, a little furrow forming between his two eyebrows as his eyes scanned the page. His mouth would be pursed, sometimes drawing into a frown when he read a particularly difficult passage.
The best part was that Edward Elric never even noticed Roy's attention upon himself.
This evening, Roy had brought some of work from the office, in a hurry to finish them before the day was done, so Hawkeye wouldn't get on his case the next day. As usual, Al left around nine, parting with his usual mechanical "good bye". Roy finished his work at about ten, and afterwards, without something to do, he once again took up the task of watching Ed. He noticed all the usual things, but this time, he noticed that Ed squinted at the words on the page beneath him. So, he had decided to remark on it.
"Ed, you need glasses," Roy repeated, and Ed put down his book, looked up at him, and glared.
"I do not need glasses," Ed growled out.
Roy smirked, "Yes you do. I was watching you just now, and your face was not even this far from the page you were reading." He held up two fingers about three inches from each other.
Ed denied this, "I do not!"
"You were squinting! I'm surprised I didn't realize this earlier; I should have guessed when I saw how bad your aim is," Roy replied smugly.
"My aim is not bad! I always hit what I want to hit!" Ed yelled back, his face flushing in anger.
Roy leaned back on the chair he was sitting on, eyeing Ed critically. "That is because you blow up everything within a five mile radius of yourself. If you didn't hit the target you were aiming for, then it must be halfway across the country."
When Ed shifted guiltily for a moment, Roy narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "Wait a moment, I'm not the first who mentioned this to you, am I?"
Ed ducked down, before muttering, "You, Winry, and Hawkeye have all sort of said something."
"Hawkeye?" Roy said, surprised. She never mentioned this to him.
"Yeah, she got me to go to an eye doctor at Headquarters, so I have a prescription; I just haven't gotten around to getting glasses yet," Ed replied. "I think she's going to make me go at gunpoint sometime next week."
Roy chuckled softly at Ed's prediction. "I see. I look forward to seeing you in glasses."
Ed grumbled a bit before returning to his research, and Roy kept watching Ed read until he fell asleep on his book. When Roy realized, he got up slowly, moved over to Ed to bring him over to the sofa, and draped a blanket over Ed's body. Ed sighed in his sleep, and Roy took the moment to examine Ed's relaxed face.
Gone were the intense look of concentration and the flushed face of anger. What was left was a peaceful look of non-thoughts, and Roy paused in his perusal of Ed's sleeping face. He had never seen such a look on his fellow alchemist's face. It was as if the troubles of the world had drifted away with the setting sun, leaving only contentment and serenity. Roy smiled wistfully and turned to leave.
Five days later.
Roy walked into the Central City library, holding onto his bag of deli sandwiches for the Elric brothers and himself. He made his way to the backroom the Elric's had taken over and was about to greet them normally, when he noticed something new. He gaped.
Ed looked up at him, glasses perched upon his nose, and said, "Oh, hey, Al's not here. Winry's in town, so Al went to go visit her. Did you bring food for him too?"
"You're wearing glasses?" Roy asked in a daze. How could anyone look so good in glasses? They were thin, with a brown, metallic border. And Ed looked positively delicious in them. Roy felt his heart start to race as he looked at Ed.
Ed, oblivious to Roy's problem, distractedly replied as he grabbed for the bag of food in Roy's relaxed grip, "Yeah, Hawkeye escorted me to a place where they sold glasses and picked them out for me. She was acting weird the entire time too. She had the strangest look in her eyes every time I tried on a pair, and when I finally got to this one, she muttered your name for some odd reason. Do you know why she'd do something like that? Anyways, I don't plan on wearing these all the time, just when I'm reading and stuff."
Roy stared hungrily at Ed.
Ed glanced up at Roy form his sandwich, concerned by his lack of response. "Roy, are you okay?" When he saw the colonel staring at him, he set down his sandwich and asked, "What, do these glasses look stupid? I knew I should have gotten the other pair, but nope, Hawkeye insisted on this one. I didn't want her to get scary, so I just agreed to whatever."
Roy quickly walked over and said. "You look damn hot in those glasses." Roy leaned over and kissed Ed deeply.
Ed's eyes bugged out in shock at this new predicament, before realizing that the feelings produced were very nice. With a moan, he gave in to the kiss, his tongue fighting back against Roy's. The kiss went on forever, it felt, before finally coming to an end, the couple panting as they drew back, short on air.
Ed pressed a hand to his lips in shock before uttering, "Wow! If I had known that would happen, I would've gotten glasses long ago."
Roy just eyed Ed lustfully before pouncing on Ed again.
The books and sandwich lay forgotten as the two alchemists rediscovered each other.
Back at Headquarters, Riza Hawkeye was staring at the door of Colonel Mustang's office, "I wonder if Roy liked my choice…" With a faint smile, she returned to the pile of paperwork sitting on her desk.
End
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