Ok y'all, this is my first time writing Roy/Ed,
So please, be gentle on me. ;)
I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist.
Poetry/ONE-SHOT
Rt:M (just to be safe)
' Thinking '
"Talking"
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THE BROKEN WATCH
Waiting, once again
Waiting for his touch
The Chased, becoming the Chaser
Once again
Begging for his love
When did this happen?
When did I become a spineless mass?
Needing him to make me feel human
Make me feel satisfaction
Make me feel loved
It disgusts me
To need it
To Beg
Where have all the caresses gone?
Where have all the sweet nothings gone?
Where...has my dignity gone?
Have they all turned to ash
And flown away with the wind?
To make me a weak Man
Begging, pleading for attention?
A glass doll, on a shelf
Begging to be dusted
Begging to be noticed
Begging to be cherished like once before
Have I no dignity?
Have I no shame?
To wait on a Man
Who doesn't give me the time of day?
His watch is gone
Left behind
Once a prized possession
Now a relic of the past
Once shiny and new
Now lain forgotten
Collecting dust
Alone and forgotten
In the shadows of despair
Waiting for him to notice
Begging for him to care
For like the watch
He owns my heart
And just like the watch
Broken and forgotten by it's owner
Still wanting the love
Only his hands can give
To wind my cogs and coils
And to tick again
Waiting, once again
Pleading out
Begging loud
"TAKE ME!"
"TASTE ME!"
"I'M CRAVING FOR YOUR TOUCH!"
Once again, standing in a shameful shadow
Waiting for his love
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Edward looked up for his recent journal entree, over to a onyx haired sex God, across the desk in the dark office.
"Hey Bastard! Are you done yet?"
Roy looked up for his paperwork, and shot Ed an annoyed glance.
"I'm going as fast as I can Fullmetal. We both know that the deadline is tomorrow morning for these documents. Which means I have to get them done tonight, or Hawkeye will turn me into Swiss Cheese!"
Ed tip toed his right hand up Roy's arm, and said in his most sultry voice,
"How about a break then? You've been sitting for a while. I'm sure it couldn't hurt to..."
Ed amber eyes roved his body up and down.
"...stretch your legs?"
The eager blonde's words were very enticing. He almost gave in.
Almost.
Even though Roy's pants had significantly tightened, and he noted that the shaded room was much warmer, he turned his lover down.
"Edward, we've been through this, no sex in the office! The last time we did, we were lucky enough for everyone to believe we were in an argument!"
"A very heated argument. A very LOUD , heated, argument." Edward said with a sexy smirk.
Roy lifted a eyebrow.
"And who again, Edward, was loud?"
Leaning in closer, eyes blazing, he whispered.
"What can I say, Mustang you're just that damn good."
Roy licked his lips.
' That was a good "argument". Damn good. It happened on this very desk... '
He shook his head, and collected his way-ward thoughts.
"No Edward, I have to finish my work."
Ed pouted.
"Just a quicky?"
"No."
"If I get on my knees and..."
"No."
"What if I..."
"No."
"Bastard, you didn't let me finish!"
"Still no."
"Please?"
"No."
"PLEASE!"
"For that last time Edward, NO! You'll just have to wait!"
Ed sat back in his chair and sulked. That wasn't the answer he wanted. Couldn't Roy see that he needed this? Needed him?
Roy went back to his paperwork, trying to forget the intense need in Ed's eyes. He'd make up for it later, he promised himself. He'd make it up to Edward over and over again...at home. Right now, he had to finish.
A few minutes went by. All that could be heard were the scripting of a pen, and the tapping of a metal foot. The peace continued, until Ed couldn't take it anymore.
"Aren't you done yet?"
Roy slammed his pen down.
"EDWARD! It's hasn't even been five minutes since the last time you asked!"
Edward countered, "How would you know! You left your watch at home again!"
Roy looked down at his State Alchemists watch.
"Not that one dummy! The wrist watch!"
Recollection crossed his face.
"Ah yes, the gold one with crack on it's face. I have to remember to take it to the jewelers and have it fixed."
Edward hung his head and whispered, "It doesn't need fixed. It needs attention..."
"What was that?"
Edward looked up, not realizing that he spoke out loud.
"I said...it needs attention too. You know, polished, wound..."
"Cleaned?" Roy asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah...wait, NO! I AM NOT DIRTY YOU BASTARD!"
'OOPS.'
"I-I mean the watch isn't dirty, just dusty. It needs a good...dusting...
you-bastard."
Roy put his pen down, leaned in, and propped his chin on his hands.
"No-no Edward, I think I'm right. It's a i very /i dirty watch. I'm going to clean that clock... throughly ."
Ed gulped.
"At home."
Ed threw his arms in the air, and gave an aggravated growl.
"I'm going to the Mess Hall! All this waiting is making me hungry! I'll be back in an hour."
Edward grabbed his coat from the back of his chair, and headed for the door. Before leaving the office, he turned to his lover.
"YOU'D BETTER BE DONE WHEN I GET BACK!"
He then slammed the door.
Roy calmly pick up his pen, and signed his name to yet another document.
'Just wait a little longer Edward. I promise you, I plan on winding and dusting the hell out of that golden watch. ALL. NIGHT. LONG.'
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Well, that's done. Let me know what you think. Toodles.
