A/n: and here you go...your lemon. Enjoy!!(P.S. lots of pov switching. I won't do it like that after this but I wanted to get their first time from both perspectives. Please forward all hospital bills for whiplash to my beta *Grins evilly*)
Sixteen (Part 2)
Ed
Ed wanted to hit something.
Seriously, just take his metal limbs and tear into something; a repeat performance of Roy's rather spectacular destruction of his own house, perhaps. Yet, then again, he didn't want to have to put it all back together again and he doubted the Colonel would appreciate coming home to find his house ready to cave in. Because that was the point Ed was at. Complete and utter atomic combustion. And all because the book that had almost claimed his life was about to do the same with his sanity.
He had been so sure that the thing was in code but, after working on it for the entire day, he had found no evidence of a pattern or a key that might help in deciphering the real meaning behind the babble of words and measurements. It seemed that a quarter cup of flour meant just that and each recipe was just an aid for cooking. The real problem was that there was no evidence of a key. Usually a key was marked with a unique set of letters and/or symbols within the repeating pattern of the code itself. That is, if the text contained the key at all. Sometimes they didn't but in those cases, the people doing the decoding already knew the key or there was a clue as to where to find it. But here there was nothing. Just a drivel of words and numbers strung out until they all bled together, making absolutely no sense to his aching brain at all.
As the sun began to make a run for the horizon, shadows growing longer and the light deepening from a bright gold to a dusky orange, it was beginning to look like he would never get this get to the bottom of the truth held within Marco's book. He had started out in the library, knees tucked under him on the couch and confident that he would at least be able to start the decoding process before the end of the day, showered and dressed, all in all presentable even if he wasn't leaving the house. By the time midday had rolled around, he had half of Roy's library spread over the couches and table then had moved to the kitchen to continue his mission in covering the house in open books and pages of notes. The trail had spread to the deck behind the house when being trapped behind four walls had become unbearable where he was now sprawled on the stained wood, hair a tangled mess around his face from his fingers trying to tear it out every five minutes.
Even the rumble of his stomach was distant due to the seething broil of frustration bubbling in the pit of his stomach. The wood he sat on was hard and cool as he brought mismatched knees to his chest and stared down at the book spread open at his feet, golden eyes narrowed at the dark print on the white pages that had turned into incomprehensible nonsense. He had been forced to call Roy a half an hour ago, begging him to stop in the library at headquarters and pick him up some books. The desperation had made his voice shake, irritation clear in every syllable that couldn't even be soothed by a deep voice made from black silk. All he could think of was the book that held important information that he couldn't get at.
If only he had Al. Then maybe, together, they would have gotten somewhere. There had been many occasions were his younger brother would see things he would miss. Ed tended to see all the tiny details where as Al was better at seeing the bigger picture. They were two halves of the same whole and it was times like these he really felt the loss of having his brother by his side. Slender fingers knocked out the tie holding what was left of his braid together before he buried his face in his knees. The frustration was aggravated by the ache of missing his brother, of missing what was familiar and the need to hit something, to destroy just strengthened.
So strong was the turmoil brewing like a storm under his skin, welling like a river of lava in his chest until he could barely hear, unaware of his surroundings that he didn't hear the sliding glass door open then shut behind him, announcing the arrival of someone else onto the deck until a warm, steady hand settled into his hair, making him jump.
"Hey, you," the blond jerked around, wide golden eyes meeting slanted orbs of obsidian, softened around corners with a gentle smile. Just like that his homesickness was eased because his home was right here, hidden in the look behind the dark eyes. Though, the irritation still seethed under the surface and he barely managed a smile as those long fingers carded through his disheveled hair, "What's wrong?" the Colonel asked, shifting a few pages of some book or other so he could crouch next to the blond. Ed plunked his chin back on his knees and gave the book he was supposed to be decoding a vicious glare.
"That damn book is kicking my ass," he snarled, giving the book in question a sharp kick, sending it flying off the deck and into the grass of the yard where it lay in a heap of bent pages and probably a broken binding. There was a soft chuckle at his shoulder and the hand in his hair slipped away as the older man leaned back to contemplate him, features stark in the light of the setting sun.
"That bad, huh?" the dark haired man asked, voice mild and another surge of frustration swept through the younger alchemist so that he ducked his head, forehead once again pressed against his knees, his own slender fingers finding purchase in hair the color of sunlight, tugging hard.
"All fucking day I've been trying to decode that damn thing and it's almost like there's no code at all. Like, Dr. Marco gave us the number to a book that was nothing more than what it looks like; a cook book. Seriously, I don't know if I can decode this thing," his voice was full of rough venom, eyes hot as he eyed the book lying pathetically in the grass. There was a pause in which he could feel the older man thinking, his presence beside the blond somewhat calming. Ed just wanted to forget about the book, about what was hidden among its pages and just spend the rest of the night with his dark haired Colonel, doing nothing but just being with the man. Then Roy was shifting, standing back up and when Ed turned his head to glance at him, his face was lit up, as if he had come upon an idea.
"Alright. It sounds like you need to vent," the bigger man stepped off the deck and into the yard, nimble fingers starting to undo the fastenings of his uniform jacket. The blond blinked at him, confused, sitting back so he could watch with growing interest as the Colonel stripped off his jacket and started roll up his sleeves, dark eyes shadowed.
"What are you doing?" the older man knelt down, tugging his feet free of his heavy leather boots and then his socks before he glanced up, grinning at the blond still blinking incredulously, flushing slightly at the picture Roy made. The breeze ruffled the already slightly untidy hair and with a smile like that, the man looked absolutely feral, half dressed as he was.
"Helping you vent," he said with a laugh, "Come one, you know how to fight hand to hand. Sparring is a good way let off some steam. Or are you afraid you might lose?" it was a rather transparent taunt but by now the blond was grinning too, already feeling better. He stood and followed the Colonel's lead, rolling his sleeves back before leaping from the wooden platform, bare feet sinking into the cool grass.
"Please. The only thing I'm afraid of is hurting an old man. You better be careful; I hear hips and backs start to get weak around your age," he bit back, stretching his arms before dropping into a stance, excitement burning away all the frustration of the day, the grin on his face easy. Roy answered with a rumbling laugh, not even bothering with a stance as he faced the younger alchemist, dark hair falling into his eyes.
"You better hope for your sake that's true, you pipsqueak!" and familiar fire of his temper flared hotly in Ed's veins as he threw himself across the yard, metal arm gleaming in the deepening light, screaming,
"WHOSE SO SHORT YOU CAN'T FIND HIM WITH A MICRO—WOAH!!" Roy had watched him bolt across the grass, stance remaining ever relaxed, hands held at his side, fingers gently curled, smile still curling at the corner of his lips. Ed was still yelling as he drew close to the older man, reading himself to strike when suddenly Roy moved, pulling back and he barely blocked the Colonel's kick to his ribs. Forearm aching, he stumbled back and blinked at the dark haired man, eyebrows raised. He just received an easy shrug in response before he was once again blocking a rather brutal kick that had him once again stepping back then spinning away from a speeding fist, feeling the breeze of the strike on his left cheek.
"What the hell!?" he yelped, drawing back and sinking back into a wary stance so he could better contemplate the older man who was letting the younger alchemist take a second stock of his "opponent". Roy was both bigger and taller than the blond, giving him a longer reach but even when Ed was physically evenly matched with the other person, Ed was usually much faster. Yet he hadn't even seen the older man's last attack. As he watched those dark eyes still smiling at him, a new-found respect replaced his earlier cockiness. Ed could fight and he did it well but it seemed the dark haired man had some serious training.
The blond held back, waiting to see what Roy would do next. There was a brief moment when their eyes met, bright color clashing with dark, bottomless pools and then the older man was moving, body low to the ground as he came at the blond. Ed countered the swift punch at his face with an upward cut of his elbow, pulling his knee up to try and trip up the Colonel. But he just avoided it smoothly, drawing into Ed's space for a moment, the heat from his bigger frame washing over the blond and he had just enough time to bring up his arms to block another swift punch. Their gazes met again and he shivered at the smoky look in the dark eyes.
"Not so bad for an old man, huh?" the deep voice was steady and Ed leaped back, a wary expression on his face. He was already a little breathless, though more from the unexpectedness of the strength of the attacks than anything else. A puff of sharp breath dislodged an errant hair then he caught the tail end of the attempt at humor.
"Well, at least I know I don't have to hold back," he responded with a glance from under his eyelashes and swept forward when he noticed how his gaze caught the older man off balance. Now it was Roy who had to gather his defenses as swiftly as he could lest the smaller blond sweep underneath them and end their friendly match. He was able to get a few close strikes in before the light in the dark eyes hardened and then he was being pressed ever backwards, unable to press an attack because he was too busy warding off the Colonel. The older man was like a freight train, unyielding in his advance, reminding the younger alchemist of the woman who had first taught him how to fight.
That thought gave him a second wind, sharp golden gaze catching a subtle opening that he maneuvered into, fist brushing past the older man's face. Dark eyes widened slightly and he pressed forward, grinning now, catching the Colonel at the back of his ankle and making him stumble backwards. There was a slight break in their rhythm, a break in which he celebrated his tiny victory and taking note of the sweat starting to shimmer on Roy's pale skin. His success, however, was short lived as it seemed he wasn't the only one good at taking advantage of a weakness and before he knew it, he was on his back, the breath knocked out of him by a well aimed kick and a foot two inches from his nose.
Gasping for breath, he needed a second or two to reorient himself and when he did, eyes the color of onyx were grinning down at him. Discomfited, he shoved Roy's foot out of his face abruptly, causing the other man to overbalance and suddenly it wasn't a foot he was staring at but a face, one with pale features and a blank look of surprise written all over it. The Colonel had been close to falling directly on top of the teen but had caught himself on his hands in the grass beside the golden head, bringing his face close with Ed's, who quirked an eyebrow. A laugh ghosted over his face, the breath warm and he pushed at the bigger man, pretending annoyance.
"What the hell's so funny?" he demanded, very aware of the older man as his heady scent pushed him into the firm ground, the smell of clean sweat and something like sandalwood filling his lungs and making him slightly lightheaded with the resulting pulse of desire. The older man lowered himself onto his elbows, shifting so his body was flush with the shorter alchemist, making the heat washing over the blond spike almost uncomfortably.
"I win," Roy breathed, voice low and Ed had to tell himself not to squirm as that would not help his current predicament. Besides, any one of the Colonel's neighbors could look out of their windows at any given time and see the two of them tangled together on the grass. He doubted that would go over very well. The fear of an audience helped kill the flame of desire licking at his veins and he pushed harder on the unforgiving surface of the older man's chest.
"Yes, I can see that. Now would you get off of me? I can't breathe!" but the dark haired man just pressed closer, lips brushing over the blonde's briefly as his gaze narrowed, deepening with the force of the want burning in the black eyes. Ed stuttered for a breath and realized he couldn't breathe not because Roy was settled on top of him but because an increasingly familiar flame was crackling away within his lungs, eating away all of his oxygen and leaving him defenseless. The older man's lips curled, dark gaze dropping to the smaller alchemist's mouth briefly before dragging him under, waves of heat coursing through him.
"Oh but, what about my victory kiss?" he swallowed hard, unable to take his eyes off that smug little smirk that curled so sexily on those lips and made one last attempt to push the bigger man off of him, desire making him weak. A shiver crawled up his spine when the edge of the sharp, pale nose brushed against his, tasting the older man's breath. He didn't stand a chance and he knew it but he really didn't want people seeing them. His voice, however, held no conviction and his body was betraying him, arms easing over broad shoulders and fingers sinking into dark hair.
"Roy—mph!" and then there was no more use fighting because the Colonel's mouth pressed into his own won over whatever battle he seemed to be having with himself. The heat was stoked hotter as a pair of firm lips caressed his own, the contact sweet but insistent. The blond relaxed into it, parting his lips and letting Roy in, the slick muscle rubbing against his own making his head spin. Right then, as the rich taste of the older man flooded into his mouth, he didn't give a damn who might see. Let them look. Especially when Roy did that thing where he nipped gently on the younger alchemist's bottom lip before sucking on it, easing the sting. Hands were tangled in his hair that was spread around his head, catching in the blades of the grass, coaxing his head back farther as the Colonel delved deeper, breathing harshly through his nose. The blond couldn't even do that, choking on a sound that could have been a moan when teeth bit into his lip while that wonderfully hot tongue was licking slowly into his mouth with soft, wet strokes.
The bigger man shifted on top of him and he groaned into the mouth covering his, entire body heating up when a deeper voice echoed the sound, unconsciously rocking into the pressure holding him against the ground. The friction sent a sizzling wave of pleasure rocketing through him and he broke away from Roy's lips to throw his head back, gasping for breath. When the dark gaze came into focus a moment later, he was looking into smoldering eyes, burning with a need that sent his pulse racing even more than it already was.
"I never agreed on…the winner getting a…kiss," he hissed, bright eyes narrowing in a slight smile that said he really didn't mind at all and the Colonel freed one hand to brush it across the younger alchemist's cheek, expression mirroring Ed's as his eyes watched the progression of his pale hand against the golden skin.
"Do you at least feel better now?" the older man asked, leaning down to kiss a line down the spot his hand had touched and the teen laughed softly as the dark hair tickled his nose, which ruined the pretend pout that he put on a moment later.
"Not really. You didn't even let me hit you!" he huffed and the dark eyes found his again as Roy pulled back, leaning back on his elbows so he could study the blonde's face. The dark gaze took in the sly, sideways glance of the golden eyes and how the reddened lips were puckered in a very fake sulk and the deep laugh rumbled through him, vibrations seeping into him and crawling pleasantly into his bones.
"I couldn't make it too easy on you, now could I?" the older man snickered and Ed glowered up at him, feeling like he should have his arms crossed but there was a broad chest in the way.
"Well, what was the purpose of this, then, if you were going to beat the crap out of me?" he demanded and one dark eyebrow arched elegantly, adding to that insufferable smirk.
"Point taken. How about I make it up to you?" the man was using that husky tone again, eyes deepening once more with the smothering desire and it threaded through the younger alchemist, tightening his hold around the broad shoulders once again. There was an invitation in the other man's words as warm lips brushed over his chin before strong fingers were tilting his head back and that mouth was brushing the lightest kisses down his neck, lingering nowhere, just teasing touches that promised more. He shuddered and struggled to find his voice again, the heat beginning to move in a southward direction, making him start to ache.
"H-how would you do that?" his voice was unsteady as he tipped his head back more, exposing more golden skin. There was a pause and then those dark eyes were catching his own.
"I think I still owe you that barbeque…" it was the right words to say as the lust burning at the edges of his consciousness were pushed away as his stomach lit up, bright golden eyes blazing with excitement. His grin was bright and he released the older man so they could pick themselves off the ground.
"Yes! Barbeque!!" he crowed it into the quiet yard, much to the older man's amusement, a renewed energy pounding through him. They made their way back to the deck so he could clean up the mess he had made and even when he was reminded of the difficulty he'd had with the book, it suddenly didn't seem as daunting. He would clean up, eat dinner with Roy (not just dinner, barbeque, which was one of his favorite types of meals) and then, when he went back to decoding that book, he might see it in a new light. After all, there had to be something he was missing and maybe with his stomach full of good cooking he could find it.
It was hard to be pessimistic, though, now that Roy was home, that he had just made out with him on the lawn…that he was not alone.
Roy
Before he met Ed, the dark haired Colonel had never realized before that a single color could mean so many things. Yet having spent time with the teen, getting to know him and consequently falling in love with him, he realized the color gold had many different expressions. Like bright charisma, a sharp temper, a blazing intelligence, untamable beauty. And now, as he watched the younger alchemist from across the room, bent over that book that had been giving him so much trouble, that gold turned a new shade; a bright, sharp tone of raging determination.
The kid seemed to have clicked a switch inside of himself and had sat down in the library after they had finished eating to begin pouring over the book again. Bright eyebrows drawn in concentration and golden eyes narrowed, intense, he had been like that ever since. Now it was almost two o'clock in the morning, the world having long ago turned dark and silent and the teen was still perched at the edge of the couch, leaning on his knees and trying his hardest to fill up a third notebook with his scrawling handwriting, which in itself was like a code. Roy had no idea how the kid could read what he wrote because even when the blond handed in his reports, the Colonel was only able to make out every three words.
He smiled to himself as he leaned against the doorway of the library watching the younger alchemist work. Bright hair tumbled over one shoulder as the narrow nose scrunched when the wide gaze shifted from book to his notes then back again. The older man had tried to occupy himself after dinner, working on some paperwork he'd been forced to take home then curling up on the couch in the music room with a book. That had just ended with him nodding off and he had only just blinked awake a few minutes ago, disoriented and groggy. For a moment he was sure the blond had met the same fate and had just gone to see if he should carry the teen up to bed like he had been doing. Yet upon rounding the corner and stepping into the warm light of the library, he had been brought up short by the glaring color of bright determination.
Roy wasn't sure how long he had been standing in the doorway, entranced, but it was quite a while until a frustrated groan pulled him from his trance, slender fingers working their way through blond hair, once again pulling it free from the thick confines of the braid. The dark eyes drank in the picture Ed made, leaning over the scattered papers, the collar of his shirt caught in between his teeth as his eyes stared blankly, the color in them concentrated with the force of his emotion. Finally he had enough and the Colonel strode into the room, stooping to pull the papers out of the teen's lap before he was pinned with a startled gaze.
"Hey, what are you—" but Ed was cut off when the older man leaned in, pressing a warm kiss to a dusky cheek. He liked the sharp little intake of breath in his ear as he was surrounded by sunlight, the skin against his lips smooth and the gold had become muted when he pulled back.
"It's after two," he said softly, fingertips running over soft, golden hair and registered the slight shiver before Ed pulled back a little bit, gaze closed off.
"So? I've stayed up later—" and was silenced once again when the older man lowered his gaze and moved his fingers from bright hair to warm lips, halting their movement. The teen's breath was hot as it slid over his skin and he couldn't take his eyes off of his own finger moving along the blonde's bottom lip, pushing against the seam to dip into the wet heat, rubbing along the inside of his lip. The breath being expelled against the sensitive pad vibrated slightly, the gold gaze wide as the teen stared at him. Finally he met that gaze, finger pushing the plump lip against the front of the kid's teeth before pulling back, leaving the skin red and slightly swollen.
"I know but…I'd like to take you to bed with me," the Colonel whispered, feeling his face heat up with the bold request, which was somewhat unnerving as this was most certainly not the first time he was asking this of someone before. It was, however, the first time it had ever meant anything before. There was a pause in which he watched the bright gaze flicker from confusion to a kind of frozen understanding before it went wide, Ed's face turning a delicate crimson. The gold eyes dropped to the teen's denim clad lap and he watched him twitch with sudden nerves, a small smile trying to work its way onto the smaller alchemist's sharp features.
"Well…in that case…" and Roy's heart leaped in his chest, picking up speed as those full lips curled ever upwards and the pretty blush deepened. He pressed another quick kiss to the tawny skin, this time on the back of Ed's hand before getting to his feet and offering his own hand to help the teen to his. There was a bright flash of gold and then a slender hand was wrapped around his bigger one, heat radiating through him at the touch. Standing, Ed wasn't all that much shorter than himself; he had perhaps two or three inches on the teen. But it was enough that he had to duck his head in order for his lips to reach the blonde's. Again he didn't remain long, just a quick taste, lips sliding together but it stole his breath with the promise behind the contact of what was to come. Somehow, he managed a shaky smile to an equally shaky and breathless Ed, the golden gaze muted.
"Let me just go lock up," he said, voice rough, fingers dancing along the graceful arch of one tan cheekbone and was answered with a shy nod. Pulling away from the blond was difficult but he did, walking through his house to turn the lights off. Ed was waiting for him at the library doorway when he finished locking the door to the garage, face shadowed in the darkness and he looked inviting, standing with his hair falling about his shoulders and a shy, heated expression in his eyes as he peered at the older man through his bangs. The warmth from the glace burned through the dark haired man and when he took the blonde's hand, he pressed another kiss to it, this time over the valleys of the palm, tasting salt.
The gentle whisper of his name caught his attention, followed with a slender hand in his hair then he was once more captured by pools of shadowed gold. The darkness muted all the bright color that was Ed but it didn't stop the accompanying heat from reaching him. Briefly, the older man ducked his dark head, strands of hair the color of midnight mixing with thick, golden threads as their foreheads met. The sensation of just being close to the younger alchemist was momentarily overwhelming, prickling along his skin like a million sparks and he breathed deep the scent of passionate fire, the bright smell of gold. Then he was able to slip his fingers into the smaller hand curled into the front of his shirt, the grip warm in his own so he could pull the shorter alchemist down the hall, in the direction of their final destination. All the while his heart pounded in his chest, blood feeling almost too hot to be contained by his skin. It was a familiar feeling of anticipation, one he had grown accustomed to feeling when he was about to bring someone to his bed with the intent of something other than sleep on his mind. But there was something new, too, about this feeling. Along with the anticipation and the heat of strengthening lust was something else, something softer that took an edge off he hadn't even known existed before now.
It was love.
Ed
Ed had thought, when this moment came, he would be terrified. As it was, the only thing he had done that was remotely close to what was about to happen was the night before and Roy's mouth that had brought him to completion. Even then he might have been nervous if it hadn't happened so fast. And he wouldn't be fooling anyone if he said he had no idea what the older man had meant by his rather enticing words in the library. He knew. Yet, while he was defiantly nervous, his inexperience fluttering through him like anxious butterflies, he wasn't scared. On the contrary, beside the nerves flickered something else, a hot kind of excitement that was heating his body as it swept through him, leaving him feeling anxious and undeniably aroused.
Now, as he followed the taller man down the hall towards the stairs, his hand shook slightly in the warm grip leading him along and his heart slammed against his rib cage, making his pulse race. He felt too hot, the clothes he was wearing suddenly stifling. And as he put one foot in front of the other, the words that held more than a promise tumbled around in his head, clattering against the inside of his skull. I'd like to take you to bed with me…
The gold eyes were glued to the shadowy figure of the man walking before him, the dark hair brushing the collar of the t-shirt Roy had changed into and Ed wondered at the effect those words were having on him. He had slept in the same bed as the older man and had done a bit more than innocently sleep. But that had never been his intention when he had climbed into that bed. Now…take you to bed with me…now those words had a whole different meaning and they were seeping into his blood until he could barely think beyond the confident stride of the man in front of him, the breadth of the wide shoulders, the straight, narrow hips.
Roy caught him off guard when he paused in front of the stair case, turning to look back at the blond and the smaller alchemist had no idea what the older man might have seen as he peered through the shadows but a second later, Ed found himself pressed against the wall, a steady pressure on his shoulders. All he could do was tilt his head back and accept the warm mouth that covered his own, breathing in the strong familiar scent of gunpowder and man. The caress of the warm lips was slow, giving, then taking, gently sucking until he was left with no air of his own and was forced to borrow some from the Colonel, who tasted like a sweet promise, lighting his blood on fire as the warm breath flooded his mouth. At some point he had fisted his hands in dark hair, pulling the bigger man close, not close enough, the air around them becoming heated from the fire that was radiating off of their bodies.
The wonderful, hot mouth pulled away before the kiss could become hard, hurried, desperate, brushing against the corner of his mouth, trailing down over his chin, heading down much like the heat beginning to sear under his skin. The wall was hard and cool behind his head, his anchor that kept him rooted in reality as he tilted his head back, giving the dark haired better access. A gentle kiss on the soft under side of his chin, another right below it then a hot tongue curled around the bump of his Adam's apple, teasing the thin skin before moving away. By now breath was near to impossible to catch, remaining ever elusive as Roy nipped up along the line of where his pulse throbbed. Gasps turned into tiny, nearly inaudible whimpers, mere slivers of sound but the older man moved back up to his mouth so he could capture them, each one.
Fingers stroked gently along his collar bone, discreetly moving to the buttons of Roy's shirt he hadn't taken off since that morning, toying with them before slipping them free. All the while his tongue tangled with Roy's, sliding along the slick appendage, the feel of it shooting through him, moving ever downwards so his pants began to tighten. He pushed his way into the older man's mouth as long fingers continued to undo the buttons of the shirt, fumbling slightly as he lapped at the hot cavern, rubbing his tongue with the Colonel's, sensation making his knees a little weak.
Cool air brushed over his abdomen as the last button came undone and he broke away so that the confining folds of the material might slide to the floor, soft, graceful fall of the fabric going unnoticed. Dark, shadowed eyes roved over the curved planes of his chest and abdomen, big hands spanning the length of his stomach, the warmth of the cool palms pressing him a little harder into the wall. He shivered as fingers curled around his sides, sliding upwards, rough calluses catching the pebbled skin of his nipples and drawing a sharp gasp from his mouth. Then the hands wrapped over his shoulders and he was turned, pushed towards the stairs, which he took backwards as he was unwilling to pull himself from the older man's lips that were once again covering his.
One step, another kiss, second step and the warm hands eased down his stomach, another hot chill shooting up his spine. Third step and yet another kiss, this one nearly stealing his breath as Roy nipped his bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth, the younger alchemist's soft moan filling the stairwell. The fourth step and he couldn't keep his hands off anymore, sliding over the broad shoulders as he dove into Roy's mouth, the extra step giving him height advantage so he could press in deep, touching everywhere to find just a little bit more of the man's flavor. Nimble fingers found the hem of the t-shirt and tugged it upwards, pulling back to momentarily catch the Colonel up in the folds of the dark material. Ed couldn't really see very much in the dark shadows of the stairs but the older man's skin was milky pale, darkness exaggerating the strong build of the muscle gracing the bigger frame. Now he was free to touch, unhindered as his fingers dragged over as much skin as he could reach, dipping into the smooth definition of the man's clavicle before skimming the firm curve of a pectoral, a fizz of desire snaring him as his fingers rolled over a pert nipple, making the man's breath catch and the dark gaze find his own. The heat he found there nearly knocked him over and he looped his arms around the Colonel's neck, pulling him close, the hard bulge of his trapped erection pressing into a pale hip. Dark hair tickled his lips as he brushed them over the shell of the older man's ear.
"I want you," he breathed, husky voice surprisingly deep and smoky with desire. Strong hands forced his head down so his mouth could be plundered efficiently, the heat of it leaving him shaky. Fire connected them when Roy pulled away, stealing his breath, leaving him helpless in his wake.
"Lead the way, Edward," the silky voice fanned the flames hotter and he was barely coherent enough to pull away, turn around, once again twining his hand with a bigger one so they could mount the rest of the way up the steps together.
And the fire was black as it surged through him, pooled in his groin, pressed painfully against stiff denim, the darkest onyx, his favorite color.
Roy
As much as he wanted to get to his bed room as swiftly as they could, watching the shadows play on all that golden skin as the teen walked was too much and he was once again pulling Ed to him to capture that sweet mouth again, drinking in the shimmering flavor of sunshine and something deeper that was all Ed. His hands circled the slim hips, pulling the smaller alchemist tightly against himself, feeling the reciprocating desire in the front of the blonde's jeans against his thigh. He had been hard as soon as the husky voice had whispered those three words in his ear, the need for the teen almost painful but he couldn't stop himself from touching, tasting.
There was another soft half-heard sound as he rolled the tip of his tongue against a spot on the roof of the younger alchemist's mouth, the heady friction of the tongues sending the heat spiraling ever downwards. Hesitantly, distracting Ed with his mouth, he moved his fingers over the sturdy muscles of the lean abdomen, finding the cool metal of a belt buckle and gently working it open. The blond gave a little mewl of approval, even shifting to give the older man more room to work and before he knew it, the heavy denim of the jeans were sliding to the floor.
Roy groaned into the hot mouth as the feel of tented boxers pressed back into him. Cold and warm fingers alike slide over his back as he pulled away, dropping a kiss to a warm shoulder before moving to the other one so his lips met hard metal, the cool feel a shock against his warm lips. The blond gave a little sigh as he ran his tongue along rough scars much like his own, following the line of where skin met metal and feeling the fingers still roaming over his shoulders and back dig into his skin. The taste at the junction was bitter and had a tang that reminded him of blood. He knew that was only from the metal but it had him catching his breath and paying a little extra attention to that spot, drawing several more agreeable sounds from the younger man's throat.
"Roy…" another husky sound, full of desire, of want and he made a sound of his own before finding another patch of dusky gold skin to kiss, to suck on, to work with his teeth, leaving his first mark of many on the younger alchemist. A slender leg surprising him by lifting, the soft skin rubbing all up the side of his own leg before hitching over his upper thigh. Hands found purchase on his shoulders and then Ed tipped his head back, heavy-lidded eyes begging for something that left the older man gasping for breath, "Colonel…" and somehow the use of his title turned him on even more so that he reached around, clutching the pert, muscular ass, warmth radiating against his palms through the thin material of the boxers and dragged the teen up his body until their erections were aligned. A second leg, this one constructed of graceful automail joined the first around his waist, locking into place so Ed hovered above him, weight supported in his legs and in the arm the Colonel had wrapped around the slender hips.
As he tilted his own head back, the beginning of that bright heat starting to pool in his gut, he was amazed at how perfectly they seemed to fit with each other. He barely even had to try to keep the teen in place as he stepped towards the last staircase because nothing else mattered but the comfortable weight of the young blond in his arms, nothing but the warmth radiating through him and the color gold that had infused his veins. And he moved to that first step, the last obstacle to their final goal, a wave of pleasure swept through him from their connection, from their kiss, from the warmth swelling in his chest because he finally had everything he could have ever wanted…
Ed
Every step was like a fiery torture as it brought his groin in contact with the Colonel's forcing a friction on him that sent bolts of pleasure sweeping through him until the last step, when he cried out against the warm skin of a pale neck. Heat spilled into his lower belly as his erection ground against Roy's, both of them impossibly hard. He was ashamed of the need that made him rock against the older man, stifling the soft sound still spilling from him around the patches of skin he found and teased on the column of the man's neck, conscious of the sharp breaths pressing against his shoulder.
Before he was even aware of it, they had passed through the doorway of Roy's bedroom and he was falling slowly through the air to be caught by the soft embrace of the mattress. The older man leaned over him, hands planted in the comforter on either side of the blonde's head, hips still captured by Ed's legs and the younger alchemist rocked up into the blazing pleasure rolling over him, throwing his head back with a gasp. Waves of desire were crashing over him now, his vision grown hazy so the only thing he could focus on was the dark haired man pressed on top of him, pushing him closer to sandy shores of black completion. Warm lips brushed over his own, one kiss then another, each one becoming deeper, asking for more.
Another searing wave of bright fire littered the back of his vision as Roy slowly pressed his hips into the blonde's, the sound of his groan blending with Ed's choking gasp as he broke away from the older man's mouth, eyes shut against the intense need washing through him, starting in his groin and spiraling out, coursing through his body, leaving him weak and completely breathless. Another grind of the narrow hips and his legs tightened their hold, bright head tossing back against the dark blanket he laid on, his fingers digging into the Colonel's back. The stars glittered brighter, intensifying with a third grind and he bucked into the friction, his member achingly hard as it pressed against the front of his underwear.
"Ah! Please!" his cry made the older man pause, a strong hand threading into his hair and he was lost in the shadowy planes of the Colonel's face, the lust burning there dancing along the younger alchemist's skin, searing him. He reached up a shaking hand and followed the sharp jaw line with the pad of his thumb, eyes trying to find more color in the dull shadows brought on by the deepest part of night. Words escaped his mouth before he even knew why he was saying them, floating between them as warm breath brushed over his face, "Please, Roy…can't wait…please," those almond shaped eyes blazed even in the dim light and a kiss was pressed against his neck, the spot right under his ear before the older man was shifting, moving the blonde's feet to the bed so he was able to move freely. Fingers were followed by lips as they trailed down his torso, stirring the fire within him a little brighter before the progress of the touch was hindered by the waist band of his boxers.
Dark eyes found his own then, in a silent question and his vision narrowed even as he raised his hips, erection obvious under his underwear. He needed the feel of skin on skin, needed a real touch and the fire wound hotter. Then fingers were dipping under the elastic, teasing his skin, running over the thin line of soft hair leading down from his navel before sliding the material down his hips, his hard, aching cock springing free. Breath came sharply, catching in his throat as warm hands slid the boxers over his legs to be discarded on the floor. Finally he was completely bare, sprawled on the comforter and a shadow of unease surfaced, wondering what Roy thought of him. Now that he thought about it, the older man had not actually seen him naked and he wondered if the man saw the scrawny kid with missing limbs that he was. Dark eyes roamed over him, making him, if possible, even harder from the attention, and he shivered when a large hand skated down one of his raised thighs, following the curve where his leg met his hip.
"Ed, you are beautiful," the older man breathed, ducking his head to kiss the top of one knee and a pleasant flush worked over the younger alchemist which he hid as he draped on arm over his face, grinning against his skin.
"Don't call me that. I'm not a girl," he muttered, embarrassed and there was an unmistakable snort before two fingers dragged along the underside of his erection, the touch making him jerk as the beginnings of his release shimmered at the edges of his vision.
"I can see that," the deep voice was rough and he might had kicked at the older man if those fingers weren't moving back down, down, teasing over the space between his balls and the base of his cock before sliding back up again, arching around his flushed erection, moving through the bright triangle of curls before dipping into his navel, rolling and making him arch into it, gasping at the strange sensation, "I never once mistook you for a girl, Edward," that rough quality to the normally smooth voice was like another stroke to his cock and he peered around his arm at the older man, their gazes catching, clashing.
"Then stop teasing me," he breathed and shivered at the fire his words were met with. A second later he was caught up in a searing kiss, lips crushed against Roy's, a slick tongue invading his mouth, promising him all sorts of things that turned his blood into lava as it slid along his own. Then the older man broke away, pulled back, standing at the edge of the bed while looking down at the blond trying to catch his breath. Ed watched, mesmerized, anticipation making his mouth run dry as the Colonel unfastened his own belt, pulling it free of the loops. The scars on his abdomen were softened by the lack of lighting, the silvery web actually rather stunning against the slightly rosier skin. He was distracted, though, as the older man undid his pants and pulled them down with ease, stepping out of them and standing wonderfully bare for a wide eyed Ed to take in.
Firm, pale skin pulled taught over defined muscle, which, in turn was stretched over strong bone, the lines clean, perfect. Strong arms connected with broad shoulders leading to a powerful chest that tapered to the flat abdomen and narrow hips. The older man's legs were long, well muscled, boasting of agility and speed (the same that had kicked his ass earlier that day). And his thick erection pressed up against his stomach from the patch of dark curls, impressive just like the rest of him. That was when, as the blond stared, fighting his desire that was threatening to overwhelm him, that he understood how Roy could call him beautiful.
Because the man was nothing short of stunning.
Roy
His hands were positively shaking as he freed himself of the last of his clothes and waited while Ed drank him in with wide eyes. Never before had he been self-conscious with anyone, always exuding confidence and cool self assurance. Yet now, as he stood at the edge of the bed, staring down at the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his life, it struck him that what the younger alchemist thought mattered a great deal. It never had before but before he had never been in love with any of his partners. What Ed thought was everything.
It seemed his concern was unfounded for when their gazes once again met, a mutual fire connecting them and one slender hand lifted up, held out to him, the blatant invitation making his heart leap, the rhythm stuttering, catching. With an unsteady hand, he slipped his fingers through Ed's, gently squeezing the slender hand before letting in go in favor of gripping the slim hips and moving the blond up the bed so they weren't hanging over the edge. Only then did he slide onto the covers, knees on either side of the blonde's thighs and leaning down so he could once again taste the sweet plump lips. Heat raced through him, seeping under his skin, very aware that they were both completely naked and achingly hard for each other. There was a soft sound pressed against his mouth and he drank it in, sweeping his palms over the shadowed dips of lean muscle along a slender chest, a flat stomach. Ed arched into the touches, back lifting off the bed and pressed harder into the older man, lips parting, opening.
When they parted for air, he didn't even slow down, ducking his head to run his mouth along the teen's jaw, teasing the sensitive skin along the pounding pulse, finding the skin there tasted saltier, deeper. Fingers curled into his hair as he scraped his teeth gently along a soft, particularly receptive spot behind the shell of the blonde's ear, desire pooling tightly at the soft choked noises the younger alchemist was making. Calloused fingertips worked over dusky nubs, pulling gasp after moan from the blond, the lithe body pushing against his hands, flushed and begging for more. One particularly sharp nip and harsh roll of his fingertips had the younger alchemist bucking off the bed, tossing his head back as he cried out and their hips crashed together, naked erections slamming against one another. The wave of pleasure nearly incapacitated the Colonel, dropping his head against a cool, hard shoulder, the sound of his broken groan vibrating against the metal.
"Roy…what the hell are you waiting for!?" the older man lifted his head in surprise at the display of impatience and snorted softly at the expression he found on the teen's face. Deliberately, he rocked his hips forward, gritting his teeth against the intense wave of heat that pulsed through him at the feel of his cock sliding along Ed's to watch the blond writhe, slim fingers jerking at thick strands of dark hair. The teen gasped his name again, eyes shut tightly and Roy decided to be merciful and sat back, watching the younger alchemist catching his breath. His eyes followed the curves of the golden body, wanting to touch but he held back, waiting. The bright eyes cracked open, flooded with desire, with fire and his name was whispered again.
"Okay, Edward," he breathed, rubbing fingertips over the soft skin at the inside of a shapely thigh, liking how goose bumps swept over the tawny skin at his touch before he once again slid off the bed, hunting in the dark for his pants. Ed half sat up, supporting himself on an elbow as he watched the older man, face shadowed with bemusement.
"Hey, what—" to stall the question and whatever insecurity might have been behind it, he quickly caught a slender ankle, pressing a gentle kiss to the bump of the hard bone and glanced up, watching the smoldering desire flash briefly with something else.
"I'm not going anywhere. Just have patience," he said softly before releasing the teen's foot and going back to searching through his pants on the floor. All the while he watched through his hair that fell into his eyes as Ed shifted on the bed, golden gaze locked on the older man, a hand curling nervously around a long strand of bright hair. He could see the younger alchemist's hesitation and knew he would have to take this slowly. That was perfectly fine; he would take all night if he had to. His fingertips came in contact with cool plastic and grabbed the small tube before turning his undivided attention to the blond sprawled on his bed.
Maybe he would take all night anyway.
Ed
Ed caught the look of satisfaction cross the older man's face before he was crawling back over the smaller alchemist, a new look seeping into the dark eyes that had the fire winding tight, in a way that was quickly becoming dangerous. The Colonel was clutching something in one of his hands, and the blond pulled back, curious.
"What was that all about?" he asked, tilting his head back when the other large hand slid around the back of his neck and warm lips caressed his own, the contact slow and steady. A small smile was curled on the firm lips when the older man pulled back, dark eyes holding a fire that mirrored the one burning away within the blond, pooling, aching, needing. The hand holding the unknown object lifted, opened, revealing a small, squeezable tube and he blushed furiously, thankful for the darkness.
"I don't want to hurt you," the older man said quietly and Ed had to forcefully swallow his embarrassment, trying not to give into the impulse to cover his face with his hand again.
"And you just happened to be carrying that around in your pocket? Convenient," his voice was broken, awkwardness clear and shivered when a warm palm smoothed over the arch of his hip, snaking around to gently massage the muscular curve of his ass. There was a chuckle in his ear, soft, deep, followed by a long lick over the scars on his shoulder.
"No. I got it before I came home…for you," he did cover his face now, sure that the older man could see the bright flames spreading across his face but there was a gentle kiss against the corner of his lips, offering reassurance and easing the suddenly fluttering of nerves tangling with the heady heat of desire still pulsing through his veins. The way Roy had said the last two words, though, hinted at something other than simple reassurance and the heat of aching need flared hot once again. Soft kisses trailed down the middle of his abdomen, pausing so a hot tongue could swirl around in his navel, making his jerk at the erotic sensation. Then the warm, heavy heat of the older man shifted over him, lips moving lower, lower. Right before the Colonel reached the tip of his erection, there was a gust of warm air that had him twitching, the warm heat staring to spill over, leaking onto the warm skin of his stomach and he bucked his hips with a whine, want thick in the back of his throat.
"Ed, take a deep breath," the blond glanced down then flinched when the snap of the cap echoed through the room. He breathed deeply, heart fluttering as warm fingers circled the base of his member and he buried his hands in the comforter as another set of fingers, slick with something cool, rolled a damp pattern into the skin of his thigh. Insistent, gentle hands slid behind his knees, pulling them apart. His nerves spiked again, breathing hitching painfully as he was exposed to the dark haired man. The sound the cap again and he tried not to tense as those fingers came back, now rubbing the skin between his cock and balls. He grunted, thrusting upwards despite himself, muscles in his legs tensing as those fingers wandered lower. Warm lips brushed against his cheek, "Just relax. If it hurts too much, I'll stop," the blond shivered and buried his hand in dark hair, meeting the slanted eyes.
"You don't have to—gasp—patronize me," he managed, dragging the man down for a rough kiss, heat flooding along his nerves as he found all of his favorite places in the older man's hot mouth before pulling away and giving him a meaningful glare, which was somewhat weakened as his thighs were pressed farther apart, slick fingers sliding over the inside curve of his ass, "And if you even think of stopping, I'll freaking kill you," the dark eyes glittered even in the dim light and a second later, Ed threw his head back, biting back a sharp moan as one slippery finger found the rosy pucker of his entrance, teasing the soft skin before sliding in.
It was rather uncomfortable and more than a little weird, having someone's finger in his ass. But he tried to heed Roy's advice and relaxed his muscles, shuttering with the force of the heat burning through him. He must have made some kind of indication of discomfort because there was a gentle stroke of the older man's free hand over his chest before a white hot stripe of fire swiped up over the head of his erection, collecting the pearly pre-cum there. It was a sweet kind of distraction as that slick finger slid all the way in, very slowly stroking his inner walls. The wet heat teased along the underside of his cock, the tongue simulating the nerves at the base of his tip just as that finger slid out then back in again. Suddenly the finger inside of him wasn't so odd and he didn't know which way to move, into the mouth working over his erection or the digit pressed inside of him.
The blond vocalized the bright surge of pleasure, hips moving with Roy's hand and tongue, groaning as stars started to litter the edges of his vision. That went away, though, when a second finger joined the first, leaving him gasping with the sudden pain. There was a sweet kiss pressed against his member before it was swallowed halfway down the older man's throat. Ed was left crushed between searing pleasure and a dull, burning pain and he was afraid to move, especially when those fingers started to move again, stretching his entrance gently. Eyes watering, he glanced down and nearly lost it when he saw Roy kneeling between his legs, mouth wrapped around the head of his cock and fingers disappearing into the smaller alchemist. Somehow, he managed to keep the heat raging through him in check, though the hot tongue sliding against the throbbing vein at the underside of his erection wasn't helping much.
Fingers twisted inside of him and he arched up, screaming at the darkened ceiling. White, glittering fire raced up his spine as the older man jabbed something within him, leaving him breathless and even closer to the edge than he was before, pulsing thickly into the hot mouth still covering him. The heat around him disappeared and he met an amused gaze, trying to drag enough air into his lungs so he could still think clearly.
"Not yet, Ed," the older man whispered as he worked a third finger into the teen and there was no more pain, just a pleasant friction that turned blindingly hot when that spot was rubbed again, fingers still stretching him. The next shout consisted of the older man's name and a plea, because he was more than ready, knowing he wouldn't be able to last very long. The digits buried inside of him slipped away as did the Colonel's mouth still on his erection, giving him a chance to try and breathe. Despite the rage of heat crashing over him, he shuddered when that cap snapped open again, gold eyes watching the older man rubbing the slick gel over his own impressive, dripping erection. Ed could feel himself shaking, even as he reached up and wrapped one arm around strong shoulders as Roy was once again moving to cover the smaller alchemist.
"Just breathe," a gentle kiss to his temple and he barely had a second to resister what was being pressed against his entrance was not more fingers before Roy was sliding into him, a low groan pressed to his neck before he bit back a cry, the feeling of being completely full dulling any pain their might have been. Full of the older man, surrounded by black fire and he held tight, afraid if he let go, he might be swept away.
Roy
Yes…yes…finally…
Entering the blond was like coming home, impossibly tight heat pulling him in, further and further until he couldn't breathe because that fire had spread to his veins, making thinking difficult. It would have been so easy to pound into the smaller alchemist over and over again but he caught the tightened look on Ed's face. The older man paused, practically shaking with the effort of holding back. The silky warmth pressing against him was achingly good, pulling heat from the base of his spine, tightening dangerously. Then the slender legs lifted off the bed, pulling him deeper and locked around his torso, knees pressing against his sides.
"Please…shit, hah, please move," the blond gasped and he did, pulling back to slide back in, the walls tightening briefly around him. It was hot and tight and, oh, so good. He thrust slowly, carefully, watching the golden head toss against the dark comforter through narrowed eyes and his own sweeping waves of pleasure, bright heat already pooling at the base of his spine. But considering the way the blond was dripping between their joined hips, Ed wasn't going to last long either. Each movement was a little harder, a little deeper and by the fourth or fifth one, the teen was arching up off the blankets with a broken cry, telling the older man he had struck that place that resulted in bright stars and a wave of blinding heat.
From then on, every time he pressed into that wonderful heat, he made sure to strike true, leaning down to drink in the moans and cries falling past the plump, swollen lips. The heat surrounding him tightened every time he snapped his hips forward, the friction intensifying. The golden eyes were shut, closed tightly against the waves of pleasure, both of the slender hands wrapped in the blankets. Wanting to be closer, he paused, freeing the slim fingers from the soft material and wound his own fingers around them instead, holding Ed's hands on either side of the bright head. The bright gaze glittered up at his briefly before the teen lifted his head to drag the Colonel down into a searing, breathless kiss.
Between the tight friction around his member, the wet heat flooding against his stomach were Ed's cock was grinding against him and the sweet taste flooding his mouth, he couldn't hold back any longer, slamming hard into the blonde's prostate twice, drinking in the resulting screams. The younger alchemist tore his mouth free, fingernails digging into a pale hand as he arched upwards, tightening so much, the Colonel could barely keep moving, need tingling through his body, pressure almost unbearable.
"R-Roy! AH! FUCK! I'm…aaAH!!" It was beautiful, the way the thin, golden brows drew down under the force of the blinding pleasure, the way the husky voice was rendered even rougher with the onset of the beginnings of his release and Roy, holding back with every ounce of determination he owned, drew his tongue over a racing pulse and growled.
"Come for me, Edward,"
Ed
Okay, so he knew it was supposed to feel good. Of course. He had sort of already had a taste of it. But in reality, he really had no idea.
It was like he was being torn apart by the hottest fire, the black flames pressing against the back of his eyelids every time Roy slammed into him. The heat spiraled outwards from that central place in his lower belly, a surging sea of the darkest waves, crashing over him, pushing him closer and he could feel it, the web of stars waiting to catch him up. He couldn't breathe, or see or hear, only aware of the bright friction, the heat pressing into him with every connection of their hips, barely able to even cry out, throat closing off with the aching pressure. Every single corner of his body was lit up as the older man slid into him, completing him with every thrust. He wanted to laugh but he couldn't and to cry but the tears felt stuck, only able to hold onto the older man's hands as those dark eyes watched him, desire warring with a sweeter emotion in the black depths. Then one brutal thrust caught him off balance and the heat slammed over him, tightening to a point where he was sure if he didn't give into it, he would die.
His voice didn't sound like his own as he tried to warn Roy, unable to bear in any longer and he was almost relived when the soft voice washing over his heated skin told him he didn't have to.
One last thrust and he gave in, fire sweeping through him, racing, pulsing, pressure snapping. He couldn't hear the sound he made, if he managed to make one at all because he was lifting off the bed, pressing hard into the bigger man, his release rocketing through him until he was sure the world was shattering, falling around his head in glittering curtains of bright stars. It was pulled from his body almost violently, pulse after pulse seeping from him until he was empty, nothing, lost on those shores of the blackest sands. And when more of that sweet fire filled him, the low sound of Roy joining him bitten off in his ear, he felt the white hot tears slid down his cheeks, the bright golden color of his gaze once again unable to contain his joy.
Roy
Since the day he had met the teen, Ed had always been full of surprises. When it came to sex, Roy didn't know why that would be any different.
So when he had uttered soft encouragement into the blonde's ear, he was once again surprised. The gold, by then, had seeped into his brain, becoming a part of him, and he needed to let go, to mark this boy, this beautiful young man as his own. But then the younger alchemist had tightened his legs around the older man's waist, pulling Roy impossibly deep before he was arching up, body lifting clear off the comforter and pressing hard against the Colonel's. Heat flooded against his stomach, up his chest, soaking them both with the violence of the teen's release. He would have nail marks on his hands but that didn't matter because the golden head tossed back and the sound, the beautiful, clear sound the kid made was better that he could ever have imagined. It wasn't a cry or even a scream. Ed tipped his head back and roared.
Then those silky walls pulled taunt and he couldn't hold on, his own orgasm tearing through him so hard and so long, he couldn't even drag in a breath to gasp, fire flaring behind his vision and leaving him blind, incoherent. It was golden and bright and he wondered if he would ever be able to move again.
Slowly, as the heat began to ebb from his veins, leaving him feeling heavy, sated, he lowered himself onto the smaller alchemist, slender, mismatched arms winding around his neck and holding him close. It took him a long moment to gather his ability to think, to slow his breathing and racing heart. The fire eased a bit and he shifted when a small sound reached his still-ringing ears, soft and stifled. He tipped his head, unable to actually move his body and found shimmering golden light spilling from under darkened eyelashes. Something twisted his heart, thinking he had hurt the teen or the blond was regretting what they had done. But as he moved to rub a thumb against the salty wetness, peace slowly turning into worry, the bright gaze slid open, glancing down at him with something that he was once again not expecting. His breath caught as a slender hand caught his own to press a damp kiss against the pale skin.
"Thank you, Roy," the husky voice breathed quietly and his heart fluttered in his chest, a different kind of ache filling him. He offered the younger alchemist a smile before shifting their positions, pulling carefully from the teen's tight heat. He moved the blond so the bright head was resting on the pillows before capturing the teen's lips for a hard, searching kiss. Tongues tangled, swirled together pulled back, dove back in, leaving them both breathless again when he pulled back. His dark gaze caught the brighter one, darkened with heat and tears and he gently cupped a damp, tawny cheek, running his other hand through sweaty, tangled hair.
"I'm never letting you go," he whispered and the golden smile he received in return was better than any words could ever be.
Ed
The blond was aware of the older man padding softly from the room through the pleasant buzz that had slipped into his limbs, making them heavy and filling him with a soft, buttery heat. He drifted in and out of consciousness, tears cooling on his face, cum drying on his skin and he realized, through the lingering haze that he had never been so happy before. It wasn't just the sex, though that was certainly part of it. It was more than that though. He felt complete, like his entire life he had only been half of a person and Roy had just given him his other half, finally making him whole.
Warm, steady hands gently shook him from his doze as a cool cloth eased over his torso, between his legs. He shivered at the touches, watching through heavy lids the dark eyes hidden away from him. Then the older man slipped one of those strong hands under his neck, easing him up a bit, catching slightly in his hair.
"Here, drink this," Ed blinked, sitting up and breathed in the sharp scent of peppermint as a mug was passed in front of his nose. He took the warm mug with a bemused look, sniffing at the rim of the cup.
"What is it?" he asked, taking a curious sip. Sweet peppermint flowed into his mouth, soothing and warm, filling the pit of his stomach with a gentle heat.
"It's peppermint tea. I find it helps to relax," Ed took another long gulp, liking the way the cool taste contrasted with the warm liquid. The gesture was unbearably sweet, making him feel secure, wanted. They shared the drink and then a few peppermint flavored kisses before the Colonel eased the mug from his hands and pressed him back down into the bed, sliding into the bed with him. The bigger man curled around him, arms wrapping around him so they were pressed together, chest to chest. Ed, adoring the contact between them, pressed his face against warm, pale skin, a steady pulse thudding against his lips.
Never again would he want for anything else. As long as he had this, right here, these strong arms holding him as he slipped away into dreamless darkness, as long as he always had Roy, he would never know pain, would never need, would always be whole.
Roy
The feeling that was swelling in his chest was something akin to bliss as he curled around the beautiful incarnation of the sun captured in his arms, who had captured his heart. It was the feeling of holding something precious, perfect, so close, feeling, finally, like he was no longer alone and, perhaps, never would be again. The entire world was distant, unimportant because he had this, he had Ed and now the blond was entirely his.
To be continued....
Phew!! Well, there you go XD *heaves an exhausted sigh* I can hear my bed calling my name, so that's it for me. Until next time!!
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