. . . . .I am soooooo sorry O_O I really am. I've been so bad with updating. I don't think I can apologise enough but I've written a little extra scene with Hughes and Ed that I'll post as the first chap for Light to the Darkness Drabbles.
Don't hate me! O_O'
I give you angst and yaoi to make up for it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of Christine Feehan's work
He came into awareness slowly, his body aching dully. He shifted slightly, feeling cotton sheets rub against his bare torso. He frowned. That wasn't right though. Roy had silk sheets . . .
Ed's eyes flew open as he sat up with a gasp; heart pounding as everything came rushing back. Flying with Roy, the fight with . . . Kimblee and what he said. An uncomfortable weight made its way into his chest just thinking about it.
He looked around warily, finding himself in a plain bedroom that had the bare necessities. A bed, dresser, with a little desk. Thick curtains were pulled tight across balcony doors, and from the bed, Ed could see the last dregs of sunlight filtering harmlessly through the curtains.
He pulled back the covers to get out of bed and paused. His wounds. They were healed. All of them. With a finger, he lightly traced a pattern where Archer's fist had struck him hard in his stomach. There wasn't even a bruise. He felt around his head. Nothing. The wounds were gone. But who had healed them? Roy couldn't because he was. . .
Roy was. . .
Roy was dead. . .
Memories assaulted him. Kimblee's fist piercing right through Roy's chest. Roy's blood dripping down on him. Roy collapsing on the ground, still as death. He couldn't have survived. It was too much even for him.
Guilt plagued him instantly. It was his fault. Roy had taken that hit for him, even after Ed had hurt him with his words.
Now that he thought about it, why would he trust Kimblee's words over Roy's? He knew Roy, trusted Roy, and he had believed Kimblee. He had believed the one who murdered his didn't even give Roy the chance to explain.
'. . . Roy?' he sent hesitantly, holding on desperately to the tiny bit of hope that Roy was okay.
He waited a few moments. Nothing.
'Roy?' he sent forcefully, his breathing speeding up.
No response.
He felt so alone, so cold and abandoned. It was absurd. He'd been alone for so long and it hadn't mattered. It didn't hurt like this. This was agony. It tore at him with every beat of his aching heart.
What was he going to do now? He had no purpose. Roy had been his purpose. And now . . .
Now Roy was gone.
And it was Ed's fault. Everyone he got close to died. He had thought Roy would be the exception.
He had thought wrong.
A sob caught in his throat but he held it back. He didn't deserve to cry. He pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. He rocked himself in an effort to calm down. But he couldn't.
He just couldn't.
Without conscious thought his mind sought our Roy's, and found – space. He whimpered as grief tore at him. It consumed him until all he could think about was Roy. Roy was gone. Roy had left him and he was completely alone, a mere shadow, half a person. Emptiness clawed at him. He couldn't possibly exist without him.
He lifted his head up slowly as something occurred to him.
He wouldn't live without him.
He'd join him.
Ed found himself walking across the room to the balcony doors, step by slow step as if in a daze. He shoved the curtains aside and flung the doors open, the cold night air rushing over him. He felt none of it, only a chasm of emptiness that could not be filled without Roy. He put his hands on the railing, clenching tightly as he looked out over the forest. He didn't know where exactly he was but it didn't matter. Nothing did anymore.
Ed glanced down at the ground. He was only two stories up. It wouldn't be enough to kill him. He needed something more. He focused on the distance, using his heightened sight to guide him.
There.
To the right of where he was, not too far out.
A valley by the looks. And its edge . . .
Its edge was straight down.
He climbed the railing without another thought.
'I'm coming, Roy,' he thought.
He landed in a warrior's crouch, shaking off the impact before racing towards the valley.
Gracia climbed the stairs slowly, the weight of the child inside her making her back ache. She held tighter onto the tray of food, not wanting to spill any.
From what she was told, the boy that slept in their spare room was Roy's Lifemate. It had been many years since she had seen Roy. Shortly after her Lifemate claimed her, Roy had left without a word.
Her Lifemate had been troubled when he left, worried for not only his friend's safety but his sanity as well. She had hoped Roy would come back one day to see them. Her Lifemate loved him like a brother and seeing them together always made her smile.
But to see Roy in this condition . . .
She bit her lower lip softly. He'd barely survived. He had refused any help initially, restarting his body to fight them, not letting them near him until his Lifemate was cared for. He kept repeating one word.
Edward.
He said it like a mantra, even when they told him Edward was healed. Havoc had had to physically bring the unconscious Edward down underground to prove to Roy that he was okay. Only then did he allow them to treat him. It was a close call. They had spent more than one rising healing him, giving him blood, before going out to feed themselves. Repeating the process so many times.
He had shut his body down after the deadly blow, stopping his heart and lungs to halt blood flow. The damage was horrible, not only the hole in his chest but the burns and other wounds. She didn't know how he could have kept fighting in that condition. Her Lifemate had managed to save his friend's life, a relief to them all.
He was still very weak, but resting deep underground was helping immensely.
'Don't worry, honey,' her Lifemate sent reassuringly. 'Roy will pull through.'
She smiled to herself.
'Of course he will.'
She stopped as she reached the door. She managed to knock lightly.
"Edward?" she called out gently. "I've made you some food."
Silence.
She hadn't really expected an answer. He was probably still sleeping.
"I'm coming in," she warned, just in case.
She had some trouble with the door handle but managed to open it.
"Edward, I brought you som-"
She stopped.
He wasn't there.
The curtains moved slightly with the breeze.
The tray dropped to the ground, plates shattering into thousands of pieces, spreading across the floor.
"MAES!" She screamed.
She felt his alarm before he materialised behind her.
"What is i-"
She caught his horrified expression, almost missing it as he raced out over the balcony.
"HURRY!" She yelled, fear for the boy making her panic.
She knew what the separation felt like. When Maes had been gravely injured battling a vampire he had gone to ground, shutting down his heart and lungs to recuperate. She hadn't been able to contact him. All she had felt was . . . nothing. It felt like he was gone.
She had had the most intense sense of suicide. Without Maes, there was no point in living. Only having Riza and Jean comfort and reassure her, was she able to get through it.
Why hadn't they thought the same for Edward? It was a stupid mistake on their part and it could cost them dear. If they lost Edward. . . .
They would lose Roy as well.
He would greet the dawn, joining his Lifemate in oblivion.
"What happened?"
She turned to the blonde couple, serious worry in her eyes.
"It's Edward. He's gone," she whispered.
Their eyes widened, before Jean cursed.
"Hughes went after him?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
She nodded.
He started towards the balcony.
"Riza, stay here," he ordered.
Riza's eyes narrowed at the tone, but she nodded. This was no time to argue.
Then he was gone.
Gracia started slightly at the hand on her shoulder.
"They'll bring him back. It'll be fine," Riza reassured.
Gracia bit her lip.
"But what if it's too late?" she whispered.
Riza's eyes hardened, her hand tightening.
"It won't be," she said certainly.
Ed looked over the valley. In the night, the view was breathtaking, moonlight shining across the land.
Now though, he felt nothing.
He walked closer to the edge. The drop was easily three hundred feet.
It would be enough.
He would be with Roy. He would be with his dominating, smirking, sexy bastard. There was nothing more he wanted.
There was nothing holding him back now.
He wouldn't be a burden to anyone else.
With that thought he took a step forward, his foot meeting air, and he leaned forward as he fell.
He expected the wind ripping at him, the ground rushing up to meet him.
What he didn't expect was the sudden tug at his shoulder as someone grabbed his wrist.
He looked up sharply, seeing his arm in possession of a black haired man's grip, the man in question kneeling on the edge. Small, square glasses covered his eyes, the moonlight shining into them, shielding his eyes from view.
"That was pretty close."
Ed glared at the man's deep tone that seemed amused at the situation.
"Let go," Ed demanded.
"Sorry, kiddo. I'm afraid I can't do that."
Ed snarled at him and began to struggle.
"LET GO!" he yelled, reaching up with his other hand to grapple with the man's grip.
The man simply grabbed his other hand and spread his hands apart. He stood up and brought Ed with him.
Ed cursed at him, trying to free himself despite the fact he was dangling off the ground by his wrists.
"You're a feisty one alright," the man chuckled. "Roy really has his hands full with you."
At the mention of Roy's name Ed saw red. How dare this stranger say things like that. Talk about Roy as if he were alive.
Ed growled at him, the sound deep and menacing.
"I said . . . ," the boy started, looking the man straight in the eyes, feeling energy course through his body. He saw the man's eyes widen slightly and for a fraction of a second, wondered what he saw there.
"LET GO!" Ed roared, releasing the charged energy straight at the man.
It hit him square in the chest, throwing him backwards onto the ground, releasing Ed in the process.
Ed could see tiny charges lighting up over the man's body, as if he was electricity was running through him.
Ed drew in deep breaths, the rage still simmering below the surface. He turned back towards the edge.
"Damn kid, that smarts."
Ed growled and looked over his shoulder at the man. He was standing up which was shocking, but Ed could see the little twitches his muscles were still making from the shock.
"Leave me alone," Ed demanded, his voice dead.
The man shook his head.
"I told you, I can't do that."
The man took a step closer to Ed, his hands held up in a placating gesture.
"What's your name?" the man asked, already knowing but wanting to keep the boy talking. "I'm Hughes."
Ed looked at him unblinkingly for a moment, the stare reminding Hughes of a cat.
"Ed," Ed replied finally. "But why the fuck do you care?"
Hughes smiled easily. He could sense Havoc settle into place just below the edge of the cliff, waiting.
"I thought we could be friends."
Ed stiffened.
"I don't need any friends," he snarled. People who were close to him died. Just like. . .
Just like Roy.
Grief consuming him again, he stepped off the edge, hearing Hughes yell "Havoc!" as he did.
He felt the wind on his face for just a split second before he was being crushed against a chest, strong arms wrapping around him as his were pinned to his sides. He struggled uselessly, trying to kick whoever had him. Hughes couldn't be that fast, he thought.
He looked up at his captor as he felt them lift back onto stable ground. He saw intense blue eyes looking at him, two-tones of blonde hair shining in the moonlight.
"You are one stupid kid," the man drawled lazily.
Ed could feel the beginning of frustrated tears build up. Why wouldn't these people let him die?! He just wanted to be with Roy. He didn't even know them.
"Let me go!" he yelled, attempting to kick the man in the crotch. "Let me die!"
The blonde man had other ideas. Before Ed could make contact, he removed one of his arms and used it to wrap around Ed's legs, then pinning them to his hip.
"Damn you're wild," the man muttered, seeming unfazed.
Ed snarled angrily at him.
"Got him, Havoc?" Hughes asked, walking up to the pair. "He's a crafty one."
"Yeah," Havoc replied, tightening his hold on the blonde.
"It's alright, Ed. Just calm down. We'll take you back to Roy," Hughes soothed gently.
Ed roared at his words.
"ROY'S DEAD!"
His eyes started to glow, a deadly gleam in them. His breathing deepened as rage filled him.
Hughes stiffened. It was the same look the boy had given him before. Right before he got hit with that blast. He quickly looked to calm the boy.
"Roy's not dead," Hughes reassured. "He's sleeping at the moment. He was hurt pretty bad. It's why you can't contact him."
Ed's eyes glowed brighter. He could feel his teeth lengthening in his mouth, his hands turning into claws. The rage was all consuming
"STOP LYING TO ME!" he roared. "I SAW HIM DIE!"
The earth seemed to roll for a moment before a pillar of rock shot out of the ground and smacked Havoc in the face.
Havoc grunted but took the hit, feeling his nose break, somehow managing to keep his grip on the boy.
Ed bucked in his grip, savagely trying to get free.
"LET GO!" he howled. He turned his head to the side and sunk his sharp fangs into Havoc's arm.
The blonde man cursed and gritted his teeth but didn't let go.
Ed could taste blood, the taste strangely pleasant.
"Ed!" Hughes yelled, rushing over and trying to remove Ed's head from Havoc's arm. "Stop it!"
The boy growled around his mouthful, clamping harder.
Havoc cursed again and glared at Hughes.
"Will you get him off?"
"I'm trying," he said angrily. He just couldn't break the kid's grip. It was like his jaw was locked in place, impossible to move unless he broke the boy's jaw. But he couldn't do that. Roy would kill him. He needed something to get through to the boy. But what. . .
His eyes widened.
Of course.
He had heard Roy only utter it once in his near death state but it was obvious it held importance.
"Csitri," Hughes said suddenly.
All movement stopped.
Ed's eyes turned to him.
"Csitri," Hughes repeated. "Roy called you that didn't he?"
Ed just looked at him, breathing heavily through flared nostrils.
"I know that because he's back at the house. I talked to him. He told me about you. He's not dead." It wasn't exactly true, but the kid didn't need to know that.
A few moments passed before Ed removed his teeth from Havoc's arm, turning his head fully to look at Hughes. He felt his teeth and claws retracting.
"Why should I believe you?" Ed asked, sounding incredibly lost.
Hughes gave him a little grin.
"Well considering I healed you and stopped you jumping off a cliff, I'd say that's a pretty good reason."
Ed didn't return his smile.
He looked down, his bangs hiding his eyes.
"If you're lying to me. . . " The air seemed to pulsate around them with a menacing aura.
Hughes was quick to step in an easy grin on his face.
"I'm not, I swear. If I am you have full permission to kill me. Havoc will even help, won't you?"
"Sure will," Havoc answered. "Can't pass up such an opportunity."
Ed bit his lower lip harshly, feeling tears coming.
"I just. . . I can't-" he broke off, his voice cracking at the end, the lump in his throat hard to swallow.
Hughes rubbed his head gently.
"It's alright, kiddo," he said softly. "I know. You can't live without him. It's alright."
Hughes gave a quick glance to Havoc, confirming that he'd carry him, before looking back to Ed.
"How about we go see Roy?"
Ed nodded his head slowly under Hughes' hand.
"Alright then," Hughes said with a soft smile.
Hughes and Havoc headed towards the house, travelling fast across the land.
Ed just sat in Havoc's arms limply. He felt drained, and didn't have enough energy to put up a fuss at being carried. Could Roy really be alive? Hope filled him, before anxiety took over again. If he was alive then why couldn't he sense him? He could always sense him. Hughes said it was because Roy was sleeping.
He didn't know what to believe anymore.
The journey seemed to take no time at all. Ed looked up at a large house, looking out of place in such an isolated area. He saw two women waiting on the porch. A brown-haired woman with a kind face and smile, and a blonde with very sharp eyes. Ed turned his face down. He didn't want them to see him like this.
Nothing was said as Havoc headed inside, taking the stairs down to the underground chamber, where healing took place. Here the earth was rich with nutrients, essential in a successful healing.
Ed looked around warily. The walls down here were made of dirt and didn't look that stable, but they must have been because the room looked well used. There was nothing in here except candles and other weird stuff. There was no bed, nothing.
He looked up at Havoc suspiciously as Havoc stopped.
"Just a minute, kid," the blonde man told him.
Hughes walked past Havoc and stood in the centre of the room. He closed his eyes and concentrated.
Before Ed's eyes the ground seemed to open up. He watched wordlessly, not knowing what was going on. Where was Roy?
Hughes lifted his hand slowly, and just as Ed was about to say something, he saw him.
Roy.
He was pale and not moving.
But it was Roy.
He couldn't have survived being buried in the earth.
But it was Roy.
He couldn't be alive.
But it was-
"ROY!" Ed yelled, squirming for all he was worth in Havoc's grip.
Havoc grunted and held on.
"Hang on just a minute, kid."
During Ed's mindless struggles, something clicked.
"YOU BURIED HIM?! YOU SAID HE WAS ALIVE! YOU LIED TO ME!" Ed cried desperately.
Hughes turned to him as he finished laying Roy on the ground.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy, kiddo," Hughes placated. "He's alive. He's fine."
"YOU BURIED HIM!"
"He had to go to ground to heal."
Ed paused for a moment, chest heaving. Go to ground. He'd heard that before. When?
He breathed in sharply.
When Roy had been hurt before, he had buried himself in the ground. But he had been able to contact Ed then. Roy had been mentally talking to him. But Roy had been hurt pretty bad this time.
Hughes took Ed's silence as understanding.
"He's fine. See?"
He gestured towards Roy as he gave the command for Roy to awaken from his deadened state.
At the first movement from Roy's chest, Ed's eyes were riveted to that form. Roy seemed to gain some colour before his eyes opened.
"Roy!" Ed howled, throwing himself against Havoc's hold.
Havoc let him go, watching the boy collapse at Roy's side before turning to Hughes, rubbing his arm gingerly. His nose was bleeding sluggishly.
"Since I don't have to kill you, you wanna heal me?"
Hughes gave him a lop-sided grin.
"Since you asked so nicely, how can I say no?"
They made their way up to the ground level. Hughes didn't need the healing room for such small wounds.
"Besides," Hughes added. "Riza would kill me if I didn't."
Havoc chuckled.
"That's my girl alright."
Hughes gasped in mock hurt before shoving Havoc into the wall.
Havoc swore at him.
"I'm injured, you know."
Hughes gave him an amused look.
"I can't wait until you tell Riza how you got those wounds," he chuckled. "Big, strong Carpathian viciously attacked by a teenager," he mocked. "I don't know why you thought you stood a chance."
Hughes quickly ducked the blow aimed for his head, laughing.
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," Havoc muttered. "We'll see who's laughing when I tell Gracia you let the kid jump."
Hughes stopped laughing immediately, his eyes widening.
"It wasn't my fault!" he protested quickly. "Don't tell Gracia! Havoc? Havoc!"
He raced up the stairs after the blonde man.
Ed buried his face in Roy's chest as he shook.
Roy was alive.
Alive.
Another sob escaped and he clutched his Lifemate's shirt tighter. He couldn't believe it. He was okay. He hadn't abandoned him. Ed had almost killed himself over Roy. He was glad Hughes and Havoc had stopped him. If they hadn't, he wouldn't have been able to breathe in Roy's addictive scent as he was held by strong arms, feel his heart beat in rhythm with Roy's. He didn't know how but he knew if he had have died, Roy would've followed him over into death instantly.
"I'm so sorry," Ed whispered raggedly. 'For everything.'
Roy's arms tightened.
"There is nothing to be sorry for," Roy husked. He kissed Ed's forehead as he rocked softly in an effort to calm his Lifemate.
Ed looked up at him in disbelief, eyes red and swollen from grief.
"It's my fault. I was just playing, and then the stuff with the vampires, and then I didn't believe you, and then Kimblee . . . Kimblee . . . he . . ." he trailed off, Roy's 'death' running through his mind on replay. How could he have let that happen?
Roy grabbed his chin gently and tilted his head up, calm obsidian eyes holding despaired golden ones captive.
"It was not your fault," he stated firmly. "If there is any blame it is mine. I was not watching the skies as I should have been."
Ed opened his mouth to protest but Roy beat him to it.
"There are no buts. Kimblee is a deranged vampire. One who gains pleasure from others' pain. I know firsthand how believable he can be. I know now you have some history with him as well. But that is for a later time. For now, just let me hold you."
Ed's mind wouldn't rest. There was still so much he couldn't get off his mind. He had almost jumped off a cliff. He had jumped off a cliff. He had wanted to die.
Ed jumped slightly as a deep growl came from Roy, the thick bands around him tensing.
"You will not leave me. Not now, not ever," Roy grated out possessively. "I will follow wherever you go."
Ed winced slightly as the embrace became painful.
Sensing his Lifemate's pain, Roy made an effort to calm down. He took deep breaths before softening his voice.
"I am sorry I scared you, csitri," he murmured. "I did not think that there would come a time where I was so gravely injured that I would not have enough strength to contact you. It was my mistake."
Ed's eyes started to tear up.
"I thought you were dead," he managed brokenly; the pain still so raw it was agony.
Roy made a soft sound and moved, cradling Ed in his arms as he stood. He walked over to where a bed materialised, similar to the one in the hideout. Roy lay down on it, his Lifemate safe in his arms as he stroked golden tresses.
"I know," Roy admitted softly. "I can see what happened. Maes was adamant that I go to ground fully, shutting down my body to heal, despite my protests," he added dryly.
He pressed his lips to Ed's hair.
"I admit I was not strong enough to oppose him when he sent me into a healing sleep. I could not answer your calls. I would not have left you to feel the pain of separation as you did. Our minds need to link to one another's and to not be able to do so . . . well it is painful to say the least, and more than a little distressing." He made a comforting sound as Ed shifted in his hold at his words.
"A little?" Ed mocked hoarsely. "I jumped off a fucking cliff."
Ed felt Roy's lips curve upwards.
"Despite the graveness of the situation, I should be flattered you would jump off a cliff to be with me," he purred.
Ed snorted.
"Just be glad I didn't succeed."
Ed squeaked as he was suddenly pulled closer.
"You have no idea how grateful I am, csitri," he whispered.
He rolled Ed onto his back, raking his eyes over his Lifemate.
"No idea," he murmured.
He bent his head and took Ed's lips in a kiss.
He put everything he was into the kiss, everything he had. His love, his apology, his need to be with his Lifemate.
Roy pressed his male length against his Lifemate's slender form, his body aggressive, his mouth dominating as the kiss turned hard, sweeping Ed into a world of pure feeling.
Ed could only cling to him, a safe anchor in a storm of turbulent emotions. A growl rumbled deep in Roy's throat, animal, feral, like that of an aroused wolf.
Roy's mouth moved to the soft, vulnerable line of his throat, down to rest on the pulse beating so frantically beneath the boy's soft skin.
"You are mine," he growled against a soft neck. He wanted to bite, to drink his fill until he was dizzy with the taste of his Lifemate. But Roy was weak at the moment, and feeding now could be dangerous. He could easily take too much. He'd have to taste him another way.
Ed groaned at the images Roy shared then, erotic and sensual, adding to the fire spreading through his blood.
Roy dissolved their clothing with a thought, the smooth glide of skin on skin sending heat through them both.
Roy took his time with his Lifemate, re-learning his responsive frame, tracing the healed wounds with his tongue.
He relished in every twist of the lithe body, every breathy moan and strangled gasp.
He took a small nipple into his mouth, sucling strongly as his tongue caressed and teased. He welcomed the arching of body his Lifemate gave him, accompanied by a soft whimper as hands fisted in the sheets. With his free hand he drew gentle lines down Ed's spine, tormenting receptive nerves with his touch.
Ed could feel the hard evidence of Roy's arousal against his thigh, as hard as his own. He let go of the sheets with one hand and threaded a hand through Raven locks as a talented mouth worked its magic across his torso. He was finding it hard to breathe, too swept up in heat, every breath he managed to draw in, coaxed out of him in noises that made Roy growl lowly.
"Roy," he moaned breathlessly. He was being consumed by need. Fire licking along his skin.
Roy's tongue slid across him slowly; a long caress as he worked his way down. It slid down his lean stomach, stopping at it met golden curls. Roy's hot breath washed over him, making him squirm, anticipation running through him.
Large, strong hands grabbed Ed's hips, holding them captive as he looked at the offering under him. The golden eyes were hidden from view as the boy lost himself to sensation, lips parted as he panted.
Roy made a sound deep in his throat, primal, intensely male as he ducked his head down and made a sweep of his tongue from base to hip.
The accompanying sound his Lifemate made was heaven. A shocked cry of pleasure filled the room as hips made to buck, halted by an unmoveable grip.
Roy lifted his head and saw the boy looking at him with wide eyes, mouth unable to form words.
He gave his Lifemate a heated look, a sexy smirk on his face, before bending his head again.
He took the tip into his mouth, sucking teasingly as he swiped his tongue across the slit, collecting the moisture that had formed there. He relished in the sounds Ed made, looking up to watch his body writhe as he pleasured him.
He slid down the length slowly, sucking as he went. He massaged the thick vein with his tongue, exploring veins and ridges as he went. Taking Ed fully into his mouth he moaned, an intense sound that vibrated through his Lifemate.
Ed arched and made a throaty cry, tightening his hand on the sheets until he had them in a death grip. What Roy was doing felt incredible. More than incredible. He was going up in flames, his need intensifying with every sweep of that sinful tongue. He could barely think, too engulfed in lust to do more than feel.
"Fuck, Roy," he gasped, awash in ecstasy. His hips moved to thrust into the hot mouth, to no avail as steel had them pinned. He was left to lay there and take it, looking down to see himself sucked tight into a warm cavern. He watched the bobbing head, the sight incredibly arousing.
A hand released his hip, sliding down to cup soft velvet. Ed arched, cursing and pleading in the same breath, as the sensations blurred together, sweeping him up in a storm of need.
He sobbed raggedly, a familiar tightening in his groin making itself known as the pleasure was soon becoming too much.
Through the haze he was able to put together a thought. He couldn't please Roy like this. He wanted to please Roy.
"R-roy. . .w-wait," he choked out, chest heaving with every breath.
Roy made a low sound of refusal, sucking sharply.
"AH!" Ed jerked, his nerves going haywire. He tried to pull away from Roy's mouth, finding himself unable to when the hand holding his hip moved to become a length of pure steel, as Roy's arm pinned him by his lower abdomen to the bed.
He tugged on Roy's hair in a last ditch effort to pull him up. Roy didn't seem to notice.
"S-stop," he pleaded on a moan. "I'm . . . ah! . . . I'm gonna c-come."
He felt Roy stirring in his mind, enhancing his pleasure, pushing him further to the edge.
'Then come,' Roy sent hungrily. 'Let me taste you.'
He fell back against the bed with a curse, giving in to the ecstasy that only Roy could give him.
Roy kept his eyes on his Lifemate's face as he drew nearer to climax. The sensation play across his face was delicious.
He felt Ed swell in his mouth, knew he was close. Ed wasn't fighting the pleasure anymore, his futile attempts only seeking to arouse the Carpathian further.
Roy took him in all the way and sucked eagerly, at the same time he teased his blunt fingernails across the thin, sensitive skin of the boy's sac.
Ed cried out, pulling at the sheets, his body tightening in an arch as he came. His eyebrows drew down, eyes screwed shut as acute ecstasy stormed through him.
Roy worked him through the spasms, aftershocks rippling through his Lifemate. He prolonged his release, moving on him slowly, swallowing all that was offered. He groaned at the taste of his Lifemate, wild and purely Ed. He would never get enough of this taste. Ed's face as he came only increased his lust for the boy.
Roy gave him one last suck before releasing him, holding himself up over his Lifemate's body. Seeing Ed panting heavily, body flushed, eyes closed with tiny tremors still running through the lithe body made Roy want to thrust into that heat he'd had once before. To pound until he'd taken them both over the edge.
Ed's release had been devastating. Ripping into being as Roy worked him expertly, knowing exactly how and where he liked it. He cracked his eyes open and saw the Carpathian looking at him, eyes dark with lust. He swallowed tightly, willing to throat to work. If Roy would have looked at him like that before, he would have covered his face in embarrassment. Now however, he felt something inside him warm when he was given that appreciative, heated look.
Ed opened his mouth to speak and it was covered instantly. Roy's lips caressed and swept over his, his tongue creating a firestorm of sensation as it glided against his. Ed could taste himself, along with a flavour that was uniquely Roy. All heat and fire and passion. He groaned into the kiss, his shaky hands sliding up Roy's back. It was Roy's time to groan, the feel of his Lifemate's hands on him exquisite. The kiss intensified as his need stoked the fire, building it until neither of them could breathe.
Ed broke away with a gasp, panting through swollen lips.
Roy kissed the spot under Ed's ear, drinking in the resulting gasp.
"I need to be inside you," he hissed, the need to bury himself in that heat intense.
Ed blushed slightly at the crude words, but could feel his Lifemate's need.
Boldly, he slid his hands down to Roy's ass and pulled the Carpathian's groin down against his as he thrust upwards. The resulting guttural growl made lightning shoot straight to his groin. The raw intensity of the sound making his blood sing.
He felt tingles travel down his body as that animalistic gaze was focused on him.
"I need you inside me, Roy."
He barely got the sentence out before Roy was making his way down his body, doing things that made him squirm and moan.
He felt Roy settle himself between his legs again, and his breathing started to pick up.
Roy trailed a hand down his stomach, past his reawakening need to tease a puckered hole with a finger. With a gentleness he didn't feel he had at the moment, he traced the twitching ring of muscle, slipping in slightly, before withdrawing and tracing round it again.
Ed bit his lip and groaned. It really was nice having someone rub down there. He spread his legs wider, needing more.
His gesture was appreciated as Roy made a noise of encouragement, settling better.
Roy pressed in a finger slowly, using his power to make his finger slick as it entered his Lifemate. They didn't need lube this way. Roy could make his own with a thought. He moved his finger around for a moment before slipping in another. He drank in Ed's gasps and soft noises as he moved them round.
He bent down and gave a long lick to the tip of Ed's hardening length as he curved his fingers in just that way, the way that had Ed cursing loudly as he arched that beautiful body taut.
"Just do it already!" Ed gasped, the need to be filled overwhelming.
A smirk graced Roy's face as he heard his Lifemate's plea. He ignored it and added another finger, rubbing that spot generously, listening to the butchering of his name.
"Roy!" Ed whined desperately.
He tossed his head back with a ragged gasp as Roy caressed that one spot inside him that had him seeing stars, heat curling down his spine. He felt Roy withdraw his fingers and waited for the slick press of Roy against his opening.
His eyes flew open as Roy reversed their positions, his hands pressed against Roy's chest as he straddled him.
"Roy? W-what the?" he asked, bewildered.
Roy gave him a lusty smirk.
"I want you to ride me," he purred.
Ed's eyes widened and he felt his face heat.
"Use me for your pleasure, csitri," he husked.
Ed just looked at him, embarrassed.
With a soft chuckle Roy took hold of his hips and gently guided him down.
Ed gasped as he felt the head of Roy against him. This was so different from last time. Somehow it was more erotic.
He sat on him slowly, feeling himself being filled and stretched. He made a soft noise as he took Roy all in.
Ed panted for a moment, shifting slightly at the feel of Roy being completely inside him. He glanced down at Roy and saw the Carpathian grit his teeth, fighting the urge to thrust. This was Ed's chance to do as he wanted.
He gulped lightly before rising up until only the head of Roy was inside him. He moved back down, fascinated by the way the Carpathian was choking curses, hands tensing against his lean hips.
Ed did it again, rising up, but his time he slammed himself back down. His and Roy's voices combining, at the pleasure that resulted.
"You're killing me, csitri," Roy hissed, the need to control and dominate his Lifemate powerful.
Ed gave a husky laugh as he continued to ride him.
"Consider it payback."
Roy swore and Ed gave another laugh.
Roy shifted his hips, watching with a smirk as Ed slammed himself down again, only to cry out loudly and arch his back as the angle changed, hitting that spot inside him.
He took a bit of control back, helping Ed lift his hips and pull back down at the same angle, relishing in the fisting of hands, the tensing of stomach as his Lifemate groaned.
He was enjoying the feel of tight muscles clamping down on him as that spot was hit, when-
"Hey Roy! I was just thinking th-. . . .oh. . ."
Ed's head turned toward the voice sharply, his eyes wide with shock.
Hughes was just looking at them, blinking.
Ed went completely red in humiliation and quickly tried to get off Roy. How embarrassing! Hughes could see everything! Roy growled at him and held him in place, so he desperately tried to pull the covers over them.
"HUGHES! GET OUT!" Roy roared.
When that didn't work, Ed grabbed a pillow and covered himself with it, staring at anywhere but Hughes. He was so embarrassed.
Hughes blinked and pointed behind him, still staring at them.
"Never mind," he said in a rush. "I'll tell you later."
He hurried back up the stairs.
They heard Havoc asking what was going on, Gracia and Riza echoing him.
To Ed's mortification they heard Hughes' amused reply of "Ed's riding the Mustang" followed by answering laughs.
"I am going to kill him," Roy muttered, not seeming too fazed by what had happened.
Ed on the other hand was bright red, his jaw wide open. He didn't think he could show his face to those Carpathians again. How degrading. He went to get off Roy and started as Roy placed a hand on his flagging erection.
"It is alright, Ed," Roy reassured.
Ed screeched in outrage.
"Alright? Alright?! How the hell was that alright?! Hughes just saw us . . ." he flailed his hand around, unable to say the word.
"Making love?" Roy supplied, a smirk on his face.
Ed didn't think it was possible to be any redder.
"They do not mind. They do it too," he remarked, as he fisted Ed firmly and began stroking. He thrust his hips upwards.
Ed made a startled "ah!" and pulled on Roy's hand. Roy ignored him and kept going, satisfying him with long strokes.
Ed bit his lip against the moan threatening to escape and glanced up the stairs.
Roy chuckled and reversed their position so he was on top. He looked down at his Lifemate.
"Relax and enjoy it, csitri," he purred. "They've moved into another room."
Ed went to cover his red face but Roy's hand on his wrist stopped him. He looked into Roy's heated gaze.
"I want to see your face as you come."
Roy delved into Ed's mind, giving him erotic images that had Ed panting and squirming, embarrassment forgotten for now.
He gave Ed a powerful thrust, grazing his sweet spot. Ed moaned loudly, unable to trap it. He gripped Ed's erection as he continued to thrust, drinking in the fierce reactions. The heat was building hotter and hotter. He shared his mind with Ed, sharing his own pleasure as he felt Ed's. He let Ed see what he did to the Carpathian. Turned his mind into a red haze of lust and need, love and hunger.
Ed's thighs pressed against his sides tight, caging him in.
He felt Ed tightening around him and gave him a hard thrust straight into where he needed it as he gave a firm stroke, delving his thumb into the slit at the end.
Ed gave into the pleasure, coming hard as he released with a lusty cry. He breathed raggedly as he came down from his high, air seeming hard to come by.
Roy stroked him a few more times, until the sensation was becoming a bit too much. He gripped Ed's hips and thrust into his Lifemate as he sought his own release.
Ed gripped him and held on as sensitive nerves were stroked again. The fires of desire were banked for now but they were always just below the surface.
Roy gave a final thrust and ground his hips hard into Ed as he came, roaring his release to the room. He pulled out and lay beside Ed, panting slightly, watching his Lifemate's muscles twitch.
They lay in companionable silence, taking the time to look over each other. They had just made love in a house full with Carpathians. Ed didn't know whether to be excited or horrified. Carpathians had good hearing. Ed traced Roy's lower lip , smiling as Roy sucked his finger in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the digit.
Roy released it with a pop and sighed as he realised he couldn't put off talking to his fellow Carpathians any longer.
Ed looked at him.
"I need to talk to Hughes," he told his Lifemate, regretting it. "I have left him waiting long enough."
He sat up slowly and put a hand on Ed's chest as he rose with him.
"You get some rest, csitri," he said softly. "I won't be long."
He made to get off the bed.
Ed made a panicked noise and grabbed onto him.
Roy turned to him instantly and shushed him gently.
"I want to come with you," Ed pleaded. He needed to go with Roy. He couldn't lose him again. He couldn't.
Roy gave him an understanding smile and held out his hand.
As Ed took it and climbed off the bed, he found himself clean and dressed. His Lifemate's powers came in handy quite often.
"Coming?"
He looked up and saw Roy in the same state. He looked good.
Roy heard and waggled his eyebrows at him.
Ed rolled his eyes.
"Are you ready to help me kill Hughes?" he asked.
Ed thought he was completely serious until he saw the mischievous gleam in those dark eyes.
"Hell yeah," he smirked.
Wow that's the longest chap so far O_O
I hope it made up for my rather . . . .late update o_o
Don't forget to check out my new story which I'll post tomorrow after work which has little one shots and drabbles for this story.
It is now 5am and I am heading to bed.
Until next time,
Sinful ;)