Hey guys. Thanks for all the reviews. You've really made me want to continue the story. I'm actually looking for a beta reader for this fic. If you're interested let me know. Just need someone to read through and check for mistakes. I probably make quite a lot.
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He was floating. Floating in an endless sea of black. An eerie silence surrounding him, as a non-existent breeze wafted his hair.
He couldn't see through the pitch black, but he could feel something watching him. A sultry male voice whispered across the black.
"What the hell's it saying? Ball? No that's not it. Mall? That's not right. It sounds like small. . . SMALL?! WHO THE FUCK IS HE CALLING SMALL?!"
Two eyes abruptly appearing ceased his rant. Blood-red in colour, they looked feral, blood-lust warming their depths. A face began to materialize around the eyes as they closed. Inhumanly handsome, it was perfection. Perfectly sculpted and proportioned, accented by a beautiful porcelain hue.
He'd never seen anything like it. He was transfixed by its beauty.
But that changed as a deep, inhuman growling was heard, its smirking mouth switching to a grimace. The thing looked human enough, but that thought disappeared as huge, saber-like fangs sprouted from its mouth, blood dripping from the tips. The eyes burst open as the beast roared. Its eyes never leaving his. A numb sense of horror consumed him, as he tried to look away, but couldn't. He couldn't move at all.
The face grew to a gigantic level, the mouth far bigger than him. He watched in horror as the fangs grew closer, the stench of rotten blood nauseating, before the beast began closing the distance between them. It roared again, but the male's voice calling him small was mixed with it. Unable to protest or rant, he looked on in fear as it swallowed him whole.
Ed eyes snapped open, and he looked into the face that had surrounded his nightmare.
Roy carefully carried his Lifemate down the man-made steps into his dwelling, deep inside the cave. As he got to the bottom, he looked around. Everything was still in place, as if no time had passed at all. When in reality, it'd been at least 3 years. All would've been silent except for the natural spring in the centre of the room, warming the entire cave. The spring had clear, sparkling water, with natural jets of water rising from the ground, that gently fizzed over the body. Unlit candles were spread all around the room. With a single sweep of his hand, he lit them all.
In the far corner of the room, was a huge bed. Black, silken sheets covered its cushioned exterior. Soft in texture, they whispered as you moved, sensitizing soft skin, and creating fantasies Roy shouldn't be having while his Lifemate was hurt. Pushing away the rising lust, Roy glided over to the sinful bed and gently deposited the boy gently onto it, on his side, so not to aggravate his wound.
Slowly, he climbed onto the bed, until he was directly over top of his Lifemate, arms on either side of his head. Roy just looked at his Lifemate. God he was so beautiful, it hurt. He looked so innocent and pure lying there. An angel that Roy didn't deserve.
He slowly closed his eyes, and concentrated. He separated himself from his body, becoming pure light. In this form, it let him enter the boy's body and heal him from the inside out. Roy carefully made his way through the blonde's entire body, healing any wounds that he found. The parasites from the vampire's blood were a plenty in the boy. As he neared them, they shied away from the brightness. But Roy was firm in his resolve to completely heal his Lifemate, and the parasites stood no chance, disintegrating as the light reached them. The worst wound on the blonde was his back, where the undead's blood had burned through it. Roy healed this wound with extreme concentration. He didn't want to miss anything. Bit by bit he healed the wound. Reattaching muscle to muscle, filament to filament, skin cells to skin cells. Until finally, his Lifemate was completely healed.
Roy double checked to make sure he hadn't missed anything, before retreating to his own body.
He lay down on his side, facing the blonde, and took a deep breath. He was exhausted. Healing took a lot of energy, and he hadn't had much to spare in the first place. He needed to go to ground, but that could wait. For now, he was content here. Lying beside his Lifemate. This boy owned Roy. In mind, body, and soul, whether the blonde knew it or not. Roy would gladly take his life if his Lifemate asked him to. He could accept death at the hands of his beloved, but nothing else would defeat him.
Roy's eyes fell half mast, before finally closing. A warm feeling filled him as he thought of his saviour. Thoughts that guided him to sleep, and allowed him to dream for the first time in centuries.
Ed resisted the instinctive urge to scream. Frozen, afraid to wake it, he looked at the monster in disguise. What the HELL had happened? Images flashed across his mind. The battle with that thing, it drinking his blood like it was a sweet wine, and the black blur that saved him. It couldn't've been this monster could it? It looked so peaceful lying there beside him. Its face was beautiful. Perfect in every aspect of the word. It made Ed wonder if everything below the face was that perfect. He blinked a few times before a a deep red colour filled his face, and protests arose. No he did not just think that. He must be delirious. This monster must've slipped him something, because there was no way that Ed would think that. He wasn't gay! A voice inside him reminded him that he wasn't straight either. No! He was straight. Just because he hadn't had many dates, didn't make him gay. But that wasn't true either. He'd had plenty of dates. But none of them had caught his eye. It just didn't feel right. Sure, they were nice enough girls, and they were attractive, but there was just something missing. He didn't know what it was, but he really wanted to find out.
He sighed, as he realised that arguing with himself was getting him nowhere. Something was bothering him. Why didn't he hurt? He remembered the pain well enough. The disgusting creature biting into his neck, drinking his blood, and bringing an intense burning feeling with it. But he felt none of that now. Why not? There was no throbbing on his neck. No aches or pains anywhere. Did he dream the whole thing? He can't've though. The evidence of that was right beside him.
He'd think about all this later. Right now, he needed to get out of here, and away from this monster.
Using all his experience of stealth, he cautiously moved to get off the bed. He'd moved only a little bit, when the back of his neck tingled. Looking across at the monster, he found its eyes open, heat encased in their depths, entirely focused on him. It started to get up but he wasn't sticking around.
Panicking, he flung himself off the bed, and made to flee. Ed didn't get far before the monster was in front of him, blocking the exit. Terrified, he obeyed his instinct, and attacked.
Roy was having the most amazing dream he'd ever had. A golden angel was descending from the skies, chasing away the inner demons that had taken form around him. Pure of soul, he hovered in front of Roy. He was gorgeous. Long, blonde hair caressed the glowing face. Hair that just begged to have fingers run through the silky strands. He had large golden eyes that made a mockery of the sun. Sinfully full lips adorned the angelic face.
The angel smiled softly at him, and reached up to caress his face. As Roy felt his touch, lust seized him hard. He grabbed the hand and held it. Hot flames burning in his eyes, he gently turned the small hand over, and tenderly kissed the inside of his palm. A sharp intake of breath made him carry on. Trailing kisses to the sensitive inner wrist, nipping lightly, before moving upwards. Tasting the angel's skin was pure heaven. Nothing could have compared to this. He looked up, and saw that the heat in his own eyes was reflected in the angel's. Needing more, he gently tilted the angel's head up to taste the ultimate paradise.
He never got that chance. A tugging feeling made itself known, as something disturbed his sleep. Snapping his eyes open, he gazed into the angel's panicked ones.
He slowly sat up, watching his Lifemate. He seemed truly frightened of him. He couldn't allow that. Before he could say anything, the boy bolted off the bed, and headed towards the stairs. Moving so fast he was only a blur, Roy blocked the exit. This seemed to scare his Lifemate even more. So much so, that the boy attacked him. He didn't want to hurt his other half, so he just blocked the punches and kicks.
Roy was impressed. It didn't happen often, but he had a Lifemate now, so this was to be expected. The boy was obviously a pro. His flurry of attacks were well planned and co-ordinated. He seemed to exhibit a feline elegance. Sleek, and graceful. It was truly beautiful to watch. But enough was enough. Roy could see that the blonde was getting tired, but trying not to show it, for fear of weakness. Anticipating the boy's next move, Roy grabbed the fist that came at him, and the one that came a split second later. Using his Lifemate's momentum against him, he pulled the boy close, flat against his chest. He quickly let go of the blonde's wrists, and wrapped his arms around him.
Ed threw punch after punch at it, but the bastard blocked every one of them. His noramlly powerful kicks did nothing either. What the hell was with this thing? It acted like his attacks were nothing. Just like that creature did. Not liking it one bit, Ed used all his training to outsmart the monster in front of him.
Still nothing. His attacks were doing absolutely NOTHING! He was seriously tired now. His quick series of attacks quickly draining his strength.
Suddenly, he found his fists grabbed in strong, firm hands. Before he could think about it, he was pulled against a hard, unyielding chest. Muscular arms wrapped around his small frame, locking him in place. Struggling, he looked up in outrage, ready to tell this thing exactly what it was dealing with. How dare it keep him here? The words, and struggles died on his lips however, as he saw those eyes. They looked at him with such heat, that he shivered. He'd never seen eyes like those. Let alone look at him like that. Wait a minute. He wasn't gay. He shouldn't be letting this . . . guy hold him like this. Then why did it feel so right to be held in his arms like this? Why wasn't he pushing away?
Roy stared down into wide, golden eyes. His angel. One he certainly didn't deserve. He was stunning. In the dream he was beautiful, yes, but here, in the real world, the dream didn't do him justice. Radiant would be a better description of him than beautiful, but still not enough. There were simply no proper words to describe him. Heat spread through his body, running through his veins. Nothing else existed but his Lifemate. His one and only.
The boy visibly shivered. Roy smirked inwardly in male satisfaction. Not prolonging the inevitable any longer, he leaned down, and pressed his lips to soft, full ones.
His blood sang. The Earth rocked and rolled beneath his feet. A desire spread through him more potent than the strongest poison. Roy tightened his hold on the blonde, crushing him to his body, not wanting to leave an inch between them. He felt the boy stiffen, before yielding against his hard frame. Closing his eyes, he slid his hand to the golden head, using his mind to get rid of the hair tie. The restriction that stopped him from enjoying that pleasure. Pleased with this development, he slid his hand through the golden threads. How had he ever survived without this miracle? He knew one thing, he'd never be able to live without this boy again.
He needed more. It wasn't enough. He pressed his lips more fully to the blonde's, sweeping his tongue across the boy's lower lip, asking permission. His Lifemate didn't respond to his advance, not granting him access, so he tried another approach. He glided his free hand to the blonde's tight backside, and squeezed. A sharp gasp was the result, the boy's mouth opening. Quickly taking advantage, he slipped his tongue into the moist cavern.
Roy groaned at the taste of his Lifemate. Just like the dream, but much more intense. This was true bliss. He slid his tongue around the blonde's mouth, exploring every inch of it, leaving no place undiscovered. His body cried out for his Lifemate. To take him right here and now. To say the ritual binding words, and make the boy truly his, forever.
The rational side of him resisted against the temptation. He wouldn't bind them until the blonde was ready. All he would do in the mean time, would be a blood exchange. Three exchanges would transform the boy into a full Carpathian, but he simply wasn't ready for that. At least with one, he would be able to track him anywhere, anytime. Be able to read the boy's mind, sense the slightest change in emotion.
Knowing he needed to stop before things got out of hand, Roy slowly released his mouth from the blonde's. He opened his eyes, and gazed down at his Lifemate. His cheeks were nicely flushed, eyes closed. He was panting heavily, lips were swollen from Roy's frenzied kisses. Roy took satisfaction that he'd made the boy like this. Relaxed and unguarded. He could imagine what the blonde would like as Roy used his mouth in other places. Seeing that same but more intense look of bliss that only he could provide. Aching, begging for his touch.
Okay, he really needed to get his mind out of the gutter before things happened. Trying to forget about his fantasies, he focused on the here and now.
Quickly, and silently, he took hold of the boy's mind. Seized it before the boy could protest, and fight him. He tilted the boy's head to the side, pushing the shirt away from his neck, showing Roy a nice view of tanned flesh. His incisors lengthened as he leaned down, and bit into the boy's neck, close to the jugular.
Sweet, luscious blood poured into his mouth. He drank it as it flowed, swallowing the life essence. It filled his weary body with renewed strength, filling starving cells. He didn't need much of it to replete his energy, showing Roy that the blonde's blood was strong. Stronger than any human's had a right to be. Just what was his Lifemate?
He closed the pinpricks with a sweep of his tongue. The healing agent in his saliva repairing the broken skin. He leant back up and brought the blonde's head against his chest, the boy still in a daze. Roy's shirt disappeared with a thought. He lengthened one of his nails into a sharp talon. Roy used it to make a small cut just above his heart. He softly whispered a command for the boy to drink. He did. And it was pure ecstasy. He clenched his eyes shut, his teeth together. Cradling the blonde's head more tightly to him, he groaned. His body was aware of every stroke of the boy's tongue on his chest, every flick and nip of it. No not just the boy anymore. Edward. Edward Elric. That was his Lifemate's name. Drinking Edward's blood had allowed him into his mind.
Reluctantly he commanded the blonde to stop. Edward wasn't a Carpathian so he couldn't heal the wound himself, but it would heal quickly anyway.
Not letting the boy out of the trance, he bent down and scooped Ed up in one smooth motion. Roy carried the boy bridal style to his bed. The boy's small frame fitting perfectly against his larger one. It was strangely fitting to be carrying him this way. After all, in a way Edward was his bride, or would be soon.
Roy quietly placed the blonde on the bed. Lying beside him, he wrapped an arm around his Lifemate, as he removed their clothes with a thought. He brought the boy out of his trance, but gave him no time to recover, using a powerful 'push' at his mind, sending him to sleep. Snuggling closer to his treasure, he swept his hand out, putting out the candle's flames, before putting his arm back around the blonde.
"Sleep well. . . my tesoro(1)"
Roy closed his eyes and joined his treasure in sleep.
Ed stiffened as the monster tightened its hold, then pressed its lips to his. This was wrong. Who did this thing think it was?
Objections fled as liquid fire spread throughout his body, finding every nook and cranny, and heating it. He relaxed, closing his eyes in euphoria. Fingers raked through his now freed hair, creating fire wherever they touched. Ed was surely burning up in flames. The one element he could never control trying to take control. Burning him up from the inside.
Ed almost moaned as the lips on his pressed harder. When its tongue swept across his bottom lip, he almost melted. The feeling was incredible. He felt a hand slide down backside, and when it suddenly squeezed, he gasped. Ed suddenly found himself with a tongue in his mouth that wasn't his own. It should've been be grossing him out, but it wasn't. It felt good. Really good. He wasn't that experienced in that department, so he let the other take the lead, letting it explore his mouth. Ed wasn't complaining. He was quite happy to be on the receiving end.
Too soon for his liking, the tongue and lips left his. He almost protested at the loss. He let his eyes remain closed, and just concentrated on breathing. It seemed a bit hard to do at the moment.
He was just about to open his eyes, when something pushed at his mind. Hard. He had no time to do anything before his mind went hazy. He couldn't see or hear anything. He just sort of existed. Ed didn't know how much time passed before he felt something. A flood of images came at him in a rush. Images of the monster. Wait. Not a monster. Carpathian. What was that anyway? Thoughts pushed themselves into his mind, answering that question. The next one rose to the surface. Name? Roy Mustang.
How did he know this? How did he get this information? What did this Roy guy do to him? The flood left as quickly as it came, leaving him in a daze again.
It wasn't long before he felt his mind clear. His senses came back to him. Not for long though. When the force hit again, it felt like a sledgehammer hitting his brain. Hard. Impossible to ignore. He had no choice but to give in to the darkness of sleep as the force pushed him towards it. He thought he heard Roy whisper something to him just as he fell asleep, but it was probably nothing important.
(1) Treasure
Wasn't too sure about the Italian. If anyone can correct me, please do. This chap's the longest so far. Hope you like the RoyEdness. Until next time :)