Title: Night Terrors (part II)
Pairing: RoyxEd
Warnings: Gay men with emotions and humanity and souls (or, rather, poor artistic renderings of them). Shocking, isn't it?
Disclaimers: Well, all I've got right about now is my PMS, and frankly, I'd pay you to take that.
The Fullmetal Alchemist thinks he has seen it all.
He has seen war and suffering and cruelty and loss and death, all before his twentieth birthday. Ed has his unspeakable terrors, as all soldiers do, but bullet wounds and battlefields are not among them. He has seen far worse.
Ed has seen so much. And none of it has prepared him for waking in the night to find Roy Mustang, that dauntless pinnacle of strength, perhaps the only person who has seen more than Ed and certainly the only person who has faced it all with more perseverance, trembling uncontrollably beside him in the darkness. His eyes are wide, staring off at phantoms that Ed is thankful he cannot see, and his skin is icy even to a metal touch.
"Roy? Roy, wake up," Ed whispers, running his hand over Roy's chest in strokes that are slow and even despite his worry, "Wake up. You're… You're scaring me." When the older man begins to shiver even more violently, Ed forgets his unease, curses himself and shifts, leaning awkwardly so it is his flesh hand, not the artifical one, that sweeps up over the kiss-bruised collarbone to check an erratic pulse, lingers anxiously against a stubbly jaw. He lowers himself down, laying on Roy's chest, feeling the tremors as if they were his own. Whether it is because of the heat or its provider, Roy grows still. His eyes close, and then he does something even more terrifying. He begins to cry.
In one moment, Ed regains his capacity for surprise.
A/N: Look! My first fic that isn't a single 1000 -word chapter! You can chalk that one up to the joys of torturing Roy Mustang.
...Too bad no one read past the psycho!warning.