Even after Mustang was gone, Edward held onto it. For him it was a rememberance of something wonderful, even if short lived.
That his hands, every morning they smelled of shaving cream. A lingering and dull smell, only noticible if held close to your face. Just subtle enough where you would have to close your eyes to capture it fully, as Ed did. Squeezing his eyelids shut and deeply inhaling the aroma as his lover cupped his face. The morning routine.
Roy always let Ed sleep in. Just watching the young man lay peacefully was enough to make it all seem worth while. The normally hard face put to ease by the dawn's light. His face seemed so much softer at this hour, almost as if it didn't fit that the boy had an arm and leg made of cold, hard steel. After The Flame Alchemist had cleaned up and put on clothing he would then rouse the sleeping prodigy. Placing hiself next to a blonde head and shaking a flesh shoulder, he would ignore various curses and coo to Edward. Once he had finally gotten up Colonel Mustang would cup the boys face while and feel his lover nuzzle into them and finally they would say goodbye with one soft kiss upon an unaged forehead.
Edward Elric always tried to hold onto the smell.
Then the day would wear on. Some days he would have to report to his Colonel, this always proved difficult. While being the same man, this Colonel was cold, tough, and so distant from the one who created warmth and shivers in his tight body. In Edward's eyes visiting this "Flame Alchemist" was hard enough, especially the need to not show that he wanted so desperatley to sniff those hands. Hands that were the bringers of pleasure and the bearers of pain. Hands that caressed and killed. Appendages that had no real sent of their own, just the faint tingle of a product that was prepared every morning by the man that berated him in public but was oh so tender at home. Other days, however, he would not even leave the house. There was no reason to, Al was married with a home in Rizenbul. Winry was even expecting a child. So the older Elric sat in bed with the smell of his tasia for hs only company.
Nights would wear on also. Only in a different way. Never actually lasting long enough for either. An endless night would be perfect. To not have to fall alseep and worry about paperwork or missions. An endless night.
No matter what Ed wanted he got the same. The same relief when Roy walked through the door, only to meet him mid-hallway and watch his lover stop. Staring with the same relieved look as if they both expected the other to not show, to not be safe or alive. After the stare Roy would charge the smaller man, pressing him into a wall. Though his actions would be rough the first kiss would be soft and gentle. Tender as they grew ever so slightly with passion, down the jaw and behind the ear. Stopping only to suck on a pressure point and then gracefully moving down the neck to the collar bone where nibbles were placed amist moaning. Slowly they would back down and head for the bedroom, already panting of course.
The only room the two were ever in at the same time (besides Mustang's office), the room where secrets and screams were kept. They entered this very room holding hands, a blush gently sweeping The Fullmetal Alchemist's face, daring to outshine his golden eyes. Roy lead him to the bed and laid him back gently. Kissing the shorter man once more he began to creep his hands down his sides and slowly lifted up Ed's dark shirt. Pulling it off his head with a new sense of seduction. Tracing kisses down his jaw, neck and collarbone. Down, down, down he paused only to roll a nipple between his upper teeth and lower lip.
Ed didn't know how, he just knew that the Colonel made him moan. Moans that varied loud to soft, originating from various locations. It seemed to be a game for him, a game to see what made Ed cry out the loudest. This just so happened to be the spot. The perfectly nestled crevice on his hip. Throwing his hands into the bush of black hair below him, he urged the elder man on.
Taking within his mouth an anticipating boy, Roy skillfully dragged his tounge around the head and back down a shaft. Grunts of approval spread brazenly throught the room extinguishing the silence. Once his mate's breathing became strained and his back began to arch he removed his mouth and took it as time to continue withother activities.
Scooting a pillow underneath Fullmetal's bottom, The Flame then leaned forward to steal a kiss, laying himself ontop of the shakey (it never got easier, everytime felt like the first time) youth creating a pleasurable collision. Sender hands ran up and down a tiny, panting body. Grinding hips intensed gratification. Sliding a finger into the youth's mouth to create moisture, he then took those fingers and began to stretch the muscles of Edward's anus. Once prepared he entered and waited for enough relaxation to continue.
Pumping, in and out in and out, Listening to his mate yelp in pleasure mixed with pain. Breathing deep and roughly, almost as if another another breath would never come. Mustang drove himself deeper and deeper within the Elric.
Then it happened. He was going to explode. Sensations mounted and once he felt the blonde loose himself in a sticky mess he lost it too, in one foul and deep thrust he let loose, spilling his seed inside. Panting, he collapsed and kissed the neck of the Fullmetal Alchemist.
Tomorrow, the smell of shaving cream would linger on, too.