A/N: sorry it took so long to get this chapter up, been busy with work and other things. I was hoping to post two chapters tonight but Im too tired so hopefully i can truck through it tomorrow night. thank you to all who reviewed, they motivate me to update, and feedback is always helpful. enjoyy
Disclaimer: FMA is not mine.
That night I couldn't sleep. Visions of a blue eyed boy danced behind my lids. After years of being banished to the gate, I knew he wouldn't be the same young boy I remember but it was the only memory I had of him; that and cold steel. I tried picturing his face, boyish features matured by age and knowledge, deep blue eyes that knew much beyond the flesh body that held them. Would he look like me? Our father? I didn't know, and I wouldn't know, at least until morning.
I rolled over in the double sized bed, letting my head sink into the cool pillow. The deep scent of smoke and cologne surrounded me, sending chills down my spine. It is amazing how even a small trace of a fragrance can arouse the deepest of emotions and memories. Dark seductive eyes, sleek black hair with every strand perfectly in place, broad shoulders, pale skin, and the crisp blue uniform bearing the identity of the Amestris military. My breath hitched in my chest as the memory of those soft lips against mine flooded my thoughts. I wanted so badly to feel that glorious sensation once again, and the fact that the very man who aroused such sensations in me was only a hallway away, seemed unbelievable after almost two years in a distant world.
I inhaled deeply once more letting my mind wander freely through my sea of thoughts and emotions. During those two years I tried my hardest to keep my mind busy, studying for hours and planning a way home. If I let my mind free for even a moment it would instantly flood with the man that I had left behind, and that hurt more than the damn automail screwed into my bones. Only on rare occasions did I indulge in my subconscious needs, but I didn't have to push that away anymore. He wasn't a world away, he was here. Living and breathing peacefully in this very building, no longer a memory kept alive in the depths of my mind and that itself comforted me.
I could feel my length hardening beneath the silky sheets, straining against fabric the longer I left the image of that black haired god in my mind. My hands curled through the sheets as my length ached for something stronger than the whisper of cloth. The thought of crossing that hall and crawling into a warm, occupied bed aroused me to no end. Wrapping my arm around his waist and pulling that well toned body into my own. Cold metal fingers danced lightly down my chest, taking their sweet time to trace each defined muscle. They skimmed lightly over my lower stomach as I slid the fabric of my boxers past my thighs. Biting back a gasp, I gripped the base of my length hard, slowly pulling my hand upwards. The tip leaked eagerly as I pumped the hard flesh at a steady pace. The tingling feeling fluttering through my body was delicious but could never match the sensation of another hand on me. Gold locks wound themselves around my fingers as my free hand slid up into my hair. The sensation seemed to dance on every nerve in my body ever so lightly. Reaching my peak was heavenly, but It simply didn't compare to the body numbing strokes that I prolonged for as long as my body would allow. A few times I almost crawled out of bed, seeking out another to share my excitement with. I wanted to feel his hot breath on my skin, his skilled hands working my flesh and breaking my sanity. Quiet whimpers echoed throughout the guest room, as my back arched high. My nerves practically exploded with each hard stroke sending hard shivers down my spine. That familiar tingling was building up in my stomach and I couldn't keep myself quiet anymore.
"oh fuuck" I bit my lip hard, as hot seed dripped down the back of my hand. I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding as my whole body relaxed against the mattress.
A soft knock echoed through the wooden door but my heavy eyes didn't bother opening. My name was spoken softly in the silence but once again I ignored it. The blankets had me in a warm embrace that I wasn't near ready to give up yet. A gentle hand pressed against my shoulder as that voice spoke again.
"Ed, you awake? Its almost 10."
"so," I grunted from under the sheets.
"I made breakfast, Al called and said he will be here in an hour-"
"What? He called? Couldn't have told me? I havent heard his goddamn voice in two fucking years.." That antsy feeling was crawling in my gut again. In exactly an hour from now I will get to see those blue eyes again and embrace him like I never could.
"I tried waking you up but you were out cold, now get downstairs, I know that appetite of yours is still alive and well." the soft hand gave a gentle squeeze at my shoulder before leaving my skin. I heard the door creek closed followed by muffled footsteps. It seemed like he was a different person, I had never seen him so kind and almost nurturing, but it made me feel like he was letting me in; giving me a glimpse of the man he truly is.
I threw on my clothes and pulled my hair back while making my way to the kitchen. The heavy aroma of food flooded my senses instantly making my mouth water. Waffles, the bastard made WAFFLES. Now this is going to be a good day. An assortment of breakfast foods littered the table, it looked like he was planning a thanksgiving dinner, but the single plate set out said otherwise.
After about the third mouthful, I looked up seeing Mustang sitting calmly with nothing more than a cup of coffee in his hands.
"wut, not eating?" I mumbled through my food.
"No, just coffee. I made this all for you so eat up." I felt slightly awkward for shoveling my face while he sat in silence but my hunger easily won that battle.
"It sounds weird but I actually enjoy cooking.. I just never bother since Im only cooking for one." the ceramic cup swirled between his fingers, mixing the warm contents.
"So what are your plans for now?" his voice was slightly hesitant, something that usually never came from the calm, collected man sitting across from me. I gave him a curious look, implying further explanation.
"I mean, what are you going to do now? If you are still interested in your job I can re-enlist you no problem, but that means no more disappearing into thin air," the chuckle in his voice was soft, as he searched for his thoughts.
"You don't have to come back, but the offer is always open, and if you need an apartment, I am good friends with the owner of the buildings down the road, I could see about getting you in, I'm assuming Alphonse is moving back to central?"
"I don't know I haven't really thought about it much. I want Al to stay with me again but past that I was just winging it really,"
"I guess you haven't changed much have you," a light chuckle whispered from his lips. "Well like I said, you are more than welcome to stay as long as you need to."
"Thanks," I didn't really know what to say, he sounded so concerned and it wasn't something I was used to hearing from other people. I got up to put my dishes in the sink and felt two strong hands slide around my waist. My heart pounded in my chest from the unexpected act, only quickening when a warm breath whispered across my ear.
"I have something of yours," that cool seductive voice wrapping around my senses, as I wondered what he could possibly be talking about. A heavy, cold object was slid into the front pocket of my slacks.
"They found it after you disappeared, I was keeping it until you came home…You have no idea how long I waited for you.."
Before I could wrap my head around those words, the doorbell rang, echoing through the hallways. A gentle kiss was laid on my temple as the warm body left my back to answer the door. I tried to hide the heavy blush on my face as I reached into my pocket, needing to reassure myself of what was there. The metal pocket watch gleamed in the morning light, its personal engraving still etched on the inside cover, from many years before.
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