Hughes found him passed out at his desk surrounded by books and calculations. Crumpled up arrays littered every surface as did chalk dust from the smeared attempts on the wall. It didn't take a state alchemist to figure out what the sleeping man had been up to. Hughes gazed at his friend, whose tear stained face wouldn't even relax in sleep. He ran a gentle finger down the crease between the other mans eyes and sighed.
"Roy…" He whispered, shaking the man slightly.
Roy blinked blearily up at him, his dark eyes glazed with exhaustion. Hughes smiled back down at him and those eyes focused instantly. He began to cast about furiously, shutting books and flipping pages over. Hughes wrapped his arms around his shoulders and pulled him close.
"It's those doctors, isn't it?" He whispered gently against his eyes.
Roy shivered then nodded. He turned himself in his friends embrace and buried his face in his chest.
"They didn't resist or beg or anything. They just stood there together, arms around each other. They wouldn't e-even let go of the picture of their d-daughter. When I s—shot them blood went all over, painting the little girl red." He broke off, his breath hitching. Hughes could see the pain in his eyes, but no tears. He seemed to have run out.
Roy didn't hesitate when Hughes' mouth covered his in a bruisingly demanding kiss. Nor did he complain when he was bent over his desk and the other man draped himself atop him. Bodies pressed flush together they rocked against each other, never pausing their kiss. Deft fingers reached between them and unbuckled Roy's pants then Hughes sat up. Roy whimpered with loss, but was quieted by a soft kiss placed on his stomach. Hughes pulled his pants from his body—all the while never touching him. He then divested himself of his own clothing. Roy watched him hungrily and Hughes allowed a cheeky smirk to grace his features.
"Please…" He whispered brokenly, hips rolling.
"Lotion, Roy. Do you have any?"
It took a minute for the words to sink in, then another before he could find the right answer. Roy pointed at his bedside table and Hughes followed. He opened the drawer and palmed the bottle. When he turned he found himself transfixed by the most beautiful and erotic sight he'd ever seen.
Roy had wrapped a hand around his cock and was slowly fisting it, while his other hands lazily traced circles down his chest. He'd pulled a leg up onto the desk, exposing his ass to Hughes' hungry gaze. Lower his hand reached until it mapped a path between his cheeks and his inquisitive fingers circled his opening. His head fell back and the hand on his cock tightened.
Hughes broke free of the spell when a soft moan escape Roy's throat. With a growl he advanced on the man and batted his hands away. He popped open the lotion and applied it liberally to his own hand before plunging his longest two fingers into Roy's body. Roy cried out hoarsely and bucked back to meet his hand. It didn't take long for Hughes to deem him ready and he pulled away to slick up his cock. Roy sat up and took the lotion from him, and locked their gaze. Without breaking the contact he spread the lubrication on his lover. Hughes bit his lip to keep from coming right then.
Gently he pushed Roy back again and lined up their bodies. He sheathed himself in on smooth stroke and paused to allow Roy to adjust. Roy only allowed this for a second before he began to move, impaling himself on his lover. Eager to feel him filling up the void inside of him. Hughes gripped his hips and began to thrust in earnest, his eyes falling shut. The most delicious sounds were coming from his lover and he obeyed every shouted demand. Faster, harder, deeper, more—what ever Roy needed, Hughes delivered. Their fevered pace could only last so long and the moment Hughes wrapped a hand around the other mans cock he was coming, spraying thickly between their bodies. Hughes brought his come streaked hand to his mouth and lapped at it delicately and then he was coming as well. He fell forward over Roy, trapping him against the desk, but neither seemed to mind. He pulled him closer and new tears broke free of his eyes.
"I'm sorry." He said tiredly, wiping at the moisture running down his face.
"Why are you apologizing love? It's only raining." With that he pulled the other man closer and vowed to never let him go.