Don't you just hate writer's blocks? I've been sat here the entire day barely able to write. Nasty things. Bah!
Black Water-Fox, ed'sgirl89 and Lurkinshdws thanks for the reviews! This chapter is dedicated to you guys, enjoy. ;)
I've raised the rating and I suspect it will be raised once again before I'm done, fingers crossed.
Expect, lots of fluff and of course RoyEd. 3
Thursday Mornings Are Always The Worst
Outside the rain still bulleted down, while the wind hurtled recklessly through an open window, knocking down the contents of a once neatly stacked pile of papers…
"Alphonse, shut that window! You don't want your brother getting pneumonia, do you?"
Alphonse Elric, awoken from his daydream, leapt into life and raced towards the nearby open window, slamming it shut with a vengeance. Nurses flinched, but Hawkeye merely stood unmoved, a smile of amusement playing on her normally stoic face. It was amazing how these brothers reacted when the other one was in danger.
Ed wasn't feeling quite as energetic as Al right now. He lay in a hospital bed, with his covers wrapped halfway around his petite figure. Rivers of golden hair stained his pillow, still wet from before. His eyes were firmly shut although they flickered open every now again as he stirred. His breathing was labored and his chest fought to rise in its usual monotonous rhythm. The doctor had said it was just a common cold got out of hand, which would be fine soon enough. Al thought otherwise; a common cold couldn't destroy his brother like that, no way.
"…Nii-san?" Al raced towards a groggy Ed, armor clattering as he ran. Ed looked completely dumbfounded, like he'd just woken up from a ten-year coma. Al pounced on his older brother's fragile form, squishing him in the process.
"Uwaaa, Al! That hurts!" Ed yelled, life miraculously pumping back into him. The hyperactive suit of armor slowly released his grip and allowed Ed to breath.
"Sorry, nii-san. I couldn't help it, I'm just so happy you're okay!" Al squealed threatening to squeeze the air out of Ed once again. Ed smiled weakly; he had no idea of why he was actually in a hospital bed or how he'd go there. He caught sight of Hawkeye outside the doorway, looking totally uninterested. If she was around surely that meant He would be nearby. Ed quickly glanced around the rather plain room, only finding a chair and an untidy pile of papers.
"What's the matter, Nii-san?" Al asked, concerned by his brother's unusual silence.
"Al…" He paused, trying once more to remember what happened, but to no avail. "…How did I get here?" Ed raised his eyes to Al's questioningly.
"Why, Nii-san, you collapsed in Colonel Mustang's office a few hours ago, you had us all worried!"
"Oh." The news kicked Ed right in the center of his swollen stomach. Of all the places he could have chosen to do such a thing that had to be the very worst. Right in front of that smug bastard, he could only begin to imagine the amount of fun Mustang would have with this.
"The whole team came out, Nii-san! Just because The Colonel panicked!" Something clicked inside Ed's throbbing head.
"He panicked?"
"Yes, he practically screamed down the phone line for help. You must be a really precious alchemist, Ed." Al said, smiling down naively.
"Yeah, that must be it." Ed muttered, deeply confused. His eyes fell on the ruined papers once again. "Al, where are all those papers from?" Al blushed, bending down to gather them up.
"They're yours, or they were." He said handing them to a bemused-looking Ed.
"Looks like two people won't be doing their paperwork today." Hawkeye sneered, moving from her position. She was dressed in her normal attire, clasping the book she'd been reading. Al beamed; he had a soft spot for Hawkeye. Well, actually it was more than a soft spot but he wouldn't let anyone know of it, even his own brother.
"Who else is sick today, Riza?"
"Oh, he's not sick. It's a challenge in itself to get him to do paperwork normally, but today he's very distracted, poor thing." She said, giving a half laugh. Ed shuffled uncomfortably in his covers as Hawkeye's gaze settled on him. "He's just sat in his office now, alone. I asked him to come with me, but he declined. It's not like him to pass up a chance on visiting one of his officers." Ed lowered his head, feeling like he was the cause. Hawkeye frowned at this and politely excused herself much to Al's disappointment.
"Don't blame yourself, Nii-san. Just focus on getting better." Al chirped up, patting his brother gently on the head. The blonde teen nodded, faking a smile.
"You must be starving, Nii-san! I'll go get you something to eat!"
Empty crisp packets and candy bar wrappers were conveniently scattered all over Edward's bed. While the patient himself laid back relaxing, watching TV. Alphonse had left just over an hour ago by brute force, dragging Ed's bed covers with him. Luckily he'd manage to salvage a second pair from a nearby cupboard, sure they didn't belong to him, but he needed them!
The room itself was dark, the only source of light coming from the TV, illuminating Ed's profile and the edges of his bed. He seemed to be the only person in the ward right now; all the nurses had gone home and no one else seemed to get sick around HQ. However, someone else was lurking about in the shadows. Ed could sense their presence. His breathing slowed in anticipation causing him to choke back a few strangled coughs.
"Oh dear, we are in bad shape, aren't we Fullmetal?" A familiar arrogant voice slithered into the room jerking Ed from his coughing fit.
"Mustang." Ed declared, already knowing the owner.
"Oh, how did you know? I guess it figures you recognize a superior officer's voice, right? Or do you just like the sound?" Mustang said, already initiating his teasing session. Ed blushed deeply, and pouted. Grateful for the cover of the darkness, he shrugged off the comment.
"Anyone would remember that cocky tone." He answered with a level gaze, watching a broad grin appear on Mustang's face.
"Perhaps you're right, Fullmetal. That define sense of hearing must make up for areas you're lacking in…" Mustang placed his trump card, awaiting the famous reaction. The two of them were often found exchanging insults like this; it had become another daily life event. Ed's temper rose along with his temperature. He whipped off his covers and attempted to charge at Mustang.
"Who you calling so small he needed half of his hospital gown chopping off because it was too long?" Ed shouted not making much success in his charge, and ending up crumpled on the floor. Once he again he started to cough, twice in one day he'd humiliated himself. He felt a warm touch on his back, which slowly began moving in soft relaxing motion. Upon looking up he was confronted with the proud smirk of Mustang, however this time he looked more concerned rather than amused. The colonel was kneeling down beside the struggling blonde, with one arm massaging his back. Astonished, Ed just gawped mindlessly, watching the intricate kaleidoscope of colors from the TV dance across the Colonel's face.
"You should really stay in bed, Fullmetal. We wouldn't want you getting hurt now, would we?" Mustang cooed fondly at the fly he'd caught in his web. Ed grumbled, he'd somehow lost all his strength in that little fall and could now barely move. His throat burned angrily, pleading for moisture.
Gathering his remaining strength Ed pushed himself up in a final attempt to support his weight, he was almost on his feet until –
"Go for it, Edward! I know you have it in you!" Mustang smirked as his little plan came tumbling back to the floor or more precisely his lap. "Aw, so close." Ed grunted in response to this, his face turning an exotic scarlet color as he realized where he'd landed.
"Alright, I give in you win." Ed said, sighing in defeat.
"I win what, Edward?" Roy cocked his head, acting dumb. "I win you?" that last part slipped out unintentionally. The younger alchemist was on the verge of explosion, sweat drops trickling down his forehead. He grasped hold of the flame alchemist's shoulders, gasping for air.
"D-damn you – open a window or something!" Ed panted clinging to the surprised Colonel's neck like some kind of animal. Mustang tried his best to hold on to Ed, although it becoming very difficult.
"Ed, just calm down. I can't open the window, there's a storm blowing out there!"
"I don't care just open it!" Ed was wailing hysterically now, fighting against Mustang's strength. The Colonel had no other choice; without fully thinking his plan through, he gently lifted the quivering blonde from the floor, supporting his delicate body with one arm. With Ed's head comfortably leant against his chest, he proceeded towards the nearest window and with his free hand opened it, just a little. The wind hissed into the room in vicious, biting wisps, lashing out at whatever they could find.
Shivering, Roy Mustang turned to the small blonde bundle cradled in his arms.
"Do you really want me to open it completely? We'll surely be blown away…"
"Open it." Ed ordered, still coming to terms with that fact Roy Mustang was holding him. He felt surprisingly safe in those strong arms, protected from anything and anyone. Unwillingly, Mustang opened the window preparing him for the impact. Both of them were sent flying across the room violently into one of flawless white walls. Ed had a soft, warm landing which felt strangely familiar as he buried his head deeper into the comforting warmth.
Mustang felt a strange twinge of excitement surge through his veins, one of pure pleasure and enjoyment. He leant against the wall now, with the younger alchemist sprawled out across his chest. Unknowingly, he caressed Ed's braid, entwining it through each of his fingers playfully. He accidentally pulled a fraction too hard and Ed was suddenly awoken from his fantasy trance. He stared blankly at Mustang, unaware of the whole window incident.
"Uhh… what happened I-mphghh-" Cut off by Mustang's lips dominating his own, he struggled to resist. Mustang smirked in the kiss, his advances were accepted, and he deepened the kiss. He tickled Ed's bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, asking for permission to enter.
Swirling cyclones battering his golden locks, Edward let his eyelids slip shut and his breathing relax once again. Was he really kissing Roy Mustang? What disturbed nightmares he had… Mustang's tongue lurked around his bottom lip, pacing up and down like an impatient predator. Ed threw him the meat, and he quickly tore it all up hungrily.
As the more dominant of the two tongues swiftly waltzed around the other, the heat of the room intensified and the open window was soon forgotten about. Ed could feel the roughness of Mustang's gloves sizzle against smoothness of his back.
"Ahhh, that'sssss-" Mustang wolfed him up completely, pinning him down on the icy-cold flooring. Ed physically shivered against this coolness and let out of cry of surprise. The flame alchemist was abruptly brought to a standstill, as the source of his mind candy suddenly threw him back against the wall in protest.
"Ed?" He questioned, startled by his sudden outburst.
"We can't do this. It just isn't right…" Ed whispered hardly loud enough to hear. Mustang ran his hand down Edward's anxious face, staring into those ensnaring autumn orbs. They stared back full of worry, compassion and desire.
"Edward, no one needs to know. Not just yet." He offered. Ed shook his head.
"They'd never accept us, how could they?" The thought did cross Mustang's mind also, but he was having too much fun… He sure as hell wouldn't be Fuhrer if he were caught having a gay relationship with an inferior officer. He put a comforting arm around his new lover, and pulled him closer into an embrace.
The storm still raged on outside, black clouds distorting the sky and engulfing any white. Morning was fast approaching and the heap of chaotic romance still lay slumped in the corner. Both were stirred by clicking of the rusty latch outside the ward doors – someone was coming in.
"Argh, what do we do? Get off me!" Ed hissed tossing Mustang's arms away and stumbling over to his bed. Mustang sighed and snatched Ed's arm back, roughly pulling him back down.
"What are you doing! We're gonna get caught!" Roy could only smirk, as footsteps made their way down the corridor. Ed panicked; he didn't want to be caught, especially with the colonel. Whoever was coming certainly wasn't Al or Hawkeye, possibly not even a nurse. These footsteps belonged to high heels.
"Damn it, move it!"
"No way, Fullmetal. You got me into this." Mustang watched his cute blonde lover, prepare for launching.
"I did what!" Ed screamed, lunging forward. Mustang laughed out loud and pressed his lips against Ed's.
"Screw it!"
The footsteps finally ceased…
There was a gasp followed by the sound of many packages being dropped…
"Oops."
That took way too long to write! Silly writer's block...
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