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The Colonel was truly surprised when Ed came charging through the door the next morning, even if it i was /i a couple hours late. He had very honestly expected the boy wouldn't even show up today, after being given license to take the morning off. If he was being truly honest he would admit to i hoping /i the boy wouldn't come in. Things were just so much more distracting having the blonde alchemist in the vicinity ( i spun golden strands pooling around tanned skin. Amber eyes rimmed with velvet lashes /i ), and Mustang had a lot of work he needed to finish today. Ah well, he thought, retreating back to his office with coffee in hand, he would just have to shut his door, counting on Riza to keep it guarded until his work was done. There was no reason the boy would come to see him, no reason for him to get any closer than he was right now.
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Ed watched Mustang's retreating back as he stalked back to his den with his coffee in hand. There was something about the way that man moved, something Ed wasn't entirely comfortable thinking about, especially in public as he was. The boy shook his head sharply, attempting to drive any other thought from his head that would tag onto the tail of Mustang, he knew then he wouldn't be able to get the man out of his head all day. He welcomed the distraction of the soldiers sitting around the break room table then, still drinking coffee and goofing off, knowing they would eventually be scattered by the watchful eyes of Riza, forced into the work they were all putting off. They all joked loudly still though enjoying the time while they had it, as Riza hadn't shown up yet. They were making plans to celebrate Havoc's birthday tonight after everyone got off of work.
"Hey Boss! Yeah, Fullmetal!" It was Breda, ever the loud and obnoxious one that shouted his name, the blonde strolled over, ever casual and comfortable there, "You're coming to celebrate, right? Its been a long time since we've seen you outside of this office." The blonde smiled noncommittally
"We'll see" was all he said, hoping it would be taken as a polite refusal. He was sure he would probably spend the evening in the library like normal, working on his research, following up some faint theory or another. That is what he i should /i do at least.
"Oh come on!" Breda pouted, "The Colonel even said you should take some time to relax, unwind. It'd be good for you." The boy shook his head slightly, but still smiled. Maybe he would go over with them, after all, it didn't mean he had to stay. "Come on Fullmetal! What d'ya say? huh?" He nodded his head finally, giving in
"Yeah I'll be there, just tell me when."
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Roy stood in his doorway, watching the blonde boy talk to the soldiers assembled at the table. It was amazing how comfortable he seemed around them, how well he meshed personalities with the motly crew sitting there, but how he seemed to still not quite mix. It was like his feet didn't quite touch the ground there, as if he floated a bit above everyone else. Roy laughed inwardly a bit, knowing that if he told that to the alchemist that he'd probably take it as a slight on his height, and the fireworks that would ensue... That was one of the things that Mustang enjoyed so much about Edward, he was so openly emotional, letting what it was he was feeling come to the surface and bubble through his exterior like vapor. He seemed to keep nothing pent up inside.
He found himself staring absently at the golden haired alchemist, and thoughts began to float through his head i flaxen hair pooling around tanned skin /i and he was startled when the boy turned his head, and their eyes locked. It seemed like an eternity, but Mustang quickly looked away, a bit flushed. He ducked backwards, into the sanctity of his office. Now he could get some of this paperwork done. Wouldn't it be a pleasant surprise for Hawkeye if he was already working diligently when she came in? It was then that he heard the knock on his door.
"Come in", Mustang said, and was visibly surprised when Edward's head poked around the door, followed by the rest of his familiar silhouette. Mustang spoke quickly, trying to hide his surprise "Why Fullmetal, since when did you learn how to knock on a door?" The blonde smiled slightly, still looking tired.
"Hey, i just wanted to say thank you." The boy shifted on his feet nervously, something that seemed a bit too innocent to Roy, it was quite cute actually, but Roy pushed that thought away. Something was just too uncomfortable about thinking i those /i thoughts so close to the objet of his desires. He looked up at the boy.
"For what?"
"For driving me home last night. It was nice to not have to walk in the cold."
"It was nothing." Mustang said, coloring lightly, attempting to hide the fact behind his coffee cup. "Fullmetal, why don't you take the rest of the day off. You still look tired and there isn't much we really need you for around here." The boy smiled a little and walked out quietly. That was weird, thought Mustang, no retort, no bubbling of anger, no blatantly taken offense blown out of proportion. Something was obviously on the smaller alchemist's mind, something was bothering him. Mustang made a mental note to see if Al knew when he saw him next. The boys were close he knew, and Edward wouldn't keep it from his brother if it was important. For a moment Roy stared out the window at the snow still falling from the sky. It wasn't supposed to stop anytime soon. This made him shiver, despite the warmth of his office. Mustang hated the cold, he hated the snow.
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Edward had been only the smallest bit flustered when Mustang arrived at the bar where they were celebrating his subordinate's birthday. He hadn't known i why /i exactly, it was kind of obvious that Roy would be invited, and an almost definite that he would come out. But now it had been a couple hours, and almost everybody else had left the bar. It was almost last call, and edward still sat at a table in the corner, watching Mustang's head fall closer and closer to the wood surface of the bar top. He had been drinking without pause since he got here, and it was starting to show. Well, it had started to show a i while /i ago, but people had pretended not to notice. Now, it was undeniable. Edward didn't necessarily enjoy seeing his superior officer like this, but it didn't really hurt him in any way either.
This wasn't the first time he'd seen the Colonel Drunk, just the first tim he'd seen him i this /i drunk. He could tell the barman was getting ready to close up, wiping down the bar and looking uneasily at Mustang. It was probably time for Mustang to go home, but Edward knew he wasn't gonna do it on his own. Ed stood up, walking over to the older alchemist.
"Okay, you bastard, its about time for you to stop drinking and start walking." He said, trying to push his normal attitude into the phrase. But as he laid his hand on the Colonel's shoulder to shake him to his senses he saw the damp lines down Mustang's cheeks. He didn't think he'd ever seen the colonel cry before, and it disarmed him. "Mustang, are you okay? come on, get up!"
With that He did stand up, and promptly came very close to falling right back over. "Right," Fullmetal mumbled, "There's no way you can walk home like this." He took the older alchemist's arm over his shoulder for balance, and sat him in a nearby chair. "We are going to have to call you a cab..." Mustang smiled, and ran the back of his hand across his face, wiping away the tears.
"Fullmetal, i didn't know you were still here. Why are you out so late, shouldn't you be home, in bed?" He slurred his words together, causing Edward to roll his eyes as he dialed the pay-phone in the corner. He remembered how cold it was outside, and how it still hadn't really stopped snowing, and he was almost glad to be calling the cab. Now he had an excuse not to walk all the way home in the bitter chill.
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It had been rather difficult to wrestle the hopelessly drunk Colonel into the waiting cab, not to mention getting his address out of him, so they could take him home. The rest had been relatively easy, all he had to do was wait out the cab ride and drag the man up the snowy walk to his door. Roy had babbled incoherently the whole way home, and Edward had mostly just tuned it out. But now standing on the Colonel's doorstep he needed him to shut up and find his keys, and didn't hesitate to tell him as such in a rather loud and impatient manner. It really was cold out though, and he wanted more than anything to just get the man inside so he could go home.
Roy wiggled a little, leaning on Edward for support in his drunken state, and fished the keys out of his pocket, letting them in to the house. Edward walked the man in, carefully remembering to take the keys out of the lock where Roy had left them hanging. Ed groped for a light switch, found it, and moved to wrestle the man onto the first proper piece of furniture he saw, a couch, before flopping down beside him, his face a bit pink from the exertion of almost carrying the colonel inside. Everything was silent now, as Mustang's drunken chatter had died at the door, and Edward was fine with that.
He looked around the room admiringly, he had to admit Mustang had a pretty decent place here. From the outside it looked like any other brick townhouse in the row, but on the inside it had been decorated rather tastefully in a warm palate. The door had opened up onto what the boy assumed to be a living room, in which they now sat. There was a fireplace on one wall, and the other wall was covered with bookcases, each with a set of glass doors on the front. There wasn't much furniture, but there also want an excess of space so that made perfect sense. There was a stairway leading up on the opposite end of the room, and a door that stood open next to it, looking to lead to a kitchen of some sort.
It wasn't till then that Edward noticed the Colonel staring at him, and it started to make him uncomfortable. He should probably leave anyways, his brother would be worried if he wasn't home soon. Edward stood.
"Well, we should get you into bed, I should get going, Al will be worried." He extended a hand to help the Colonel up, and when the warm fingers wrapped around it Edward could feel his pulse quicken. Edward felt glued to the spot then, he couldn't move, he could barely even breathe. Roy looked him square in the eyes and smiled slightly before moving to get up and breaking the spell. Ed shivered slightly, before taking the Colonel's arm over his shoulder, and leading him to the stairs. He noticed the silence from Roy then, noting that he hadn't said a single word since they had passed into his house, and this did nothing to calm Edward down.
At the top of the stairs there were three doors. Edward tried the first one, and upon seeing it was a bedroom led the man inside, dropping his weight onto the large bed pushed against the far wall. Roy didn't let go of the boy's wrist though, rubbing his thumb across the soft flesh of the inside plane, running it over the veins so close to the surface.
"Edward, Edward, Edward" Roy said, breaking his silence. The boy's mouth went dry. He wanted to respond, to ask Roy why he was holding his wrist, why he was saying his name, but he couldn't push the words out around the knot in his throat. He felt Mustang pulling lightly on his wrist, dragging him slowly in closer. His other hand reached up to touch the golden hair hanging around the boy's face, in his eyes which had gotten wider, like giant pools of honey, like orbs of amber when Roy's fingertips brushed his cheeks so lightly. The fingers skated down his jaw line, traced the tendon of his neck down to the collar of his tank. It wasn't until they reached his waist, wrapping around and drawing him closer that Edward found his voice.
"Wh-what the hell Mustang?" It was quiet though, not much of a protest as he was steered slowly and carefully into the older alchemist's lap, pulling the blonde into straddling Roy's legs on the edge of the bed. "What are you i doing /i you bastard?" but once again his heart wasn't quite in it. His breath caught again as he felt fingers on the back of his neck. He hadn't noticed Mustang release his wrist and raise the hand.
"Just once..." Mustang whispered, almost to himself, "I've wanted to do this for so long." Edward felt the hand on his neck guide his head down to meet Mustang's own. Then it happened, like a crash of cymbals or a burst of fireworks. Their lips met and it seemed to Edward that all time stopped, everything that was not necessary shut down around him and that kiss was the only thing keeping him alive. Then he felt it moving, and the older man parted his lips, the blonde mirroring him, and tongues met briefly, hot wet and twisting.
And then there was air between them once more as Mustang pulled back to look into the boy's eyes, but it was like he'd forgotten how to breathe without the man's help. His mouth hung open still, damp and bruised from the contact, his eyes wide all of a sudden. His hands sprung up from his sides, touching smooth pale cheeks in front of his.
"N-no, please..." He wasn't sure what he was asking for. He knew he wanted more of that i kiss /i right now, but he also knew he really shouldn't be doing this. But he decided that for right now he didn't care, and he thrust his face forwards, pushing his lips back onto the man in front of him, tongue searching, fingers tangled in the normally smooth and well coifed black hair. Mustang gasped into the kissed, a small surprised noise. That hadn't been exactly what he had expected to happen after kissing an underaged subordinate who purported to hate his guts. Not that he was complaining though.
Without breaking the kiss, Roy let his fingers fall to the boy's waist, worming them under the fabric of his shirt and slowly pulling it up, exposing Edward's bear skin as he went. When he reached the boy's shoulder's he pulled from the kiss, disentangling himself slightly. Edward's mouth let out a small whine at the lack of contact, opening and closing on open air instead of warm lips. His cries soon shifted tone though, as Roy removed his shirt and reattached lips to skin, this time trailing kisses across the boy's jaw line, shifting golden bangs out of the way to trail lips down onto his neck, his collarbone, his chest.
Then he felt the insistent little fingers on the buttons of his uniform shirt, flesh and metal working together to slowly pull the shirt open, and caress the warm flesh beneath. He gasped as the cool smooth metal glanced over his nipple, causing it to stand at attention. And then Ed was pulling his shirt off, pushing it down his arms and letting it fall to the bed behind them.
The boy's hands trail over Roy's chest in smooth and random arcs, one soft and hot the other hard and cool. The sensation was almost overwhelming, and he can feel himself gasp quietly into Edward's mouth. He starts to lean backward onto the bed until he is lying down, pulling the blonde down on top of him so as not to have to remove his lips from sweet skin for more than a single breath at a time. Still they're both gasping for air when their lips part, as if they got so caught up in the moment they had forgotten how to breathe.
Mustang shifts the position, rolling so that they switch places, and he's straddling the younger alchemist, slowly moving lips along the jaw line, the neck, the collar bone, the chest. Ed is beyond complaining by now, but he lets out a soft whimper every time Roy nips his skin, and a hiss of breath whenever the mark is licked so lightly. Edward squirms delightfully underneath him, and that, coupled with the delightfully half choked noises coming from the boy are making Roy harder than steel. He can feel Edward to, rubbing on his leg as he squirms slightly. Mustang can i tell /i the boy is enjoying this as much as he is. i Well, we'll just have to see what we can do to make this even better /i Mustang smirked, as he trailed his hot mouth down the boy's front, leaving a trail of dampness behind, stalling momentarily here and there to blow lightly across it, causing the blonde to curl his spine slightly, lifting off the bed briefly each time.
He stops at the younger alchemist's belly button, curling his tongue lightly around it and swirling it inside, as his hands fumble with the boy's belt. He tugs it open at last, and raises his head, making eye contact with amber globes, wide with surprise but clouded by need. his hips buck upwards and Mustang takes advantage of this, sliding the boys pants over his hips and down, till he's naked. Mustang smiles as he once again holds the boy's full attention before moving his mouth lower still.
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