Not as long as the first part and warning for those of you who don't like EdxRoy, though why that should make a difference confuses me. Does it really matter who is seme? Really? Hot sex between our two favorite FMA boys is still hot sex. Enjoy! ;P
Eighteen (part 2)
Ed
Hughes, as it turned out, was an endlessly fascinating person.
They had kept to their work diligently at first, with the older man asking a slew of questions Ed was more than happy to answer. The questions were intelligent too, making him wonder if the Lt. Colonel knew more about alchemy than he was willing to admit. He got the gist of it anyway, before recounting the story of how he came to have the stone in his possession. Ed had a feeling it was edited a bit judging by the shadows that crossed the older man's face as he talked yet it still gave him chills for some reason, the way the dark haired man described the woman called Lust reminding him of Envy for some reason. The thought made him shudder uneasily. They then tried putting their heads together in figuring out how the stone worked but after attempting to turn the vase of roses sitting on the corner table into lilacs nearly transformed the library into a jungle of rose-lilac hybrids, Hughes wisely suggested that it was probably best to wait until the entire book was translated so they knew exactly what it was they were dealing with. Staring at the vine-like plants that covered the entirety of the left wall and some of the bookshelves, Ed was inclined to agree.
The problem was that he hadn't the faintest idea how to change the library back and he was unwilling to use the stone again as he was afraid there wouldn't be a library left by the time he got done with it. So they retreated to the kitchen where Hughes regaled him with a story of Roy and the first time he held Elysia. It was hilarious. Poor Roy had been so overwhelmed that by the time he was rescued, he was a few fistfuls short of a full head of hair, covered in baby spit-up and looking like he was ready to cry. The blonde nearly inhaled his sandwich he was munching on at one point, very clearly picturing a disgruntled Colonel defeated by an eight-month old baby girl. Yet when Ed recovered enough to make a comment about the older man not being much of a kid person, the glittering green eyes had softened with something very close to affection.
"No, that's not it. Roy really likes kids. He just didn't know what to do with them. He's quite good with Elyisa now," just like that, Ed had lost his appetite. He had not even thought about that before, though it probably made sense that the Colonel had wanted a family. Guilt nearly overwhelmed him, making him feel slightly sick. Ed couldn't give him that. If Roy stayed with him like he hoped he would, there would be no children, no family. Just Ed. It might have been good enough now but what if that changed? The older man hadn't said anything but their relationship was still new. Not only that, but if Roy wanted kids, the blonde didn't want to take that away from him. Hughes must have caught the sudden shift in his mood, reading the thoughts as they flickered across the younger man's features. A strong hand reached out, clapping him on the shoulder and he was caught in the kind, emerald gaze.
"I know what you're thinking, Ed, but don't," he shrugged off the hand and got up so he could dump his plate into the sink. What did the Lt. Colonel know of it? Had Roy told him? That hurt just as much as the thought of not being enough of a family for Roy.
"I don't know what you mean," he said instead, wincing when the water pouring over his hands was too hot. The older man stood in front of him on the other side of the counter, frowning at the dismissal he had just received. What could he possibly know about what the blonde was thinking? Wasn't he Roy's friend? The fact remained that Ed seemed to be the only one who knew next to nothing about his lover and it hurt. He didn't know about the man's past, or very little of it, or of his family or even what his freaking favorite color was. They got along okay, that much he did know and could carry a long, intelligent conversation without getting bored. The man liked speed, considering the vehicles he drove and until then he had lived alone in this big house. Other than that, Ed knew nothing. Did Roy even have a family? A mother, father, siblings? Where was he from? What he resented the most was that Hughes probably knew the answer to all those things. But isn't it enough, the things that you do know? He thought it was but now he wasn't so sure.
"Sure you do, Ed," he looked up and gritted his teeth at the soft expression in those green eyes. Damn man saw way too much. Gold eyes flitted away as he turned off the tap, trying for nonchalance, "Look, I've known Roy for a long time," here Ed winced but he didn't move, indicating he was at least willing to listen, "He hasn't had an easy life, which I'm sure is something you can easily relate to," surprised, he glanced up, wondering if Roy had told the older man about his past. The dark head shook slightly, though, in response to his unspoken question, "Anyone with automail hasn't had it easy, that much I know. But after the war, he threw himself at his work, determined to become someone of high rank in order to make a difference. The Generals fear him because he's the youngest man to hold the rank of a Colonel and he's a damn powerful alchemist," Ed's lips twitched in acknowledgement at the praise, though he was unaware that Roy's age was an issue when it came to his rank. No wonder he got the sense that the older man wasn't very well liked with the higher-ups. Still, he felt a kind of pride for his lover; the more he found out about the man, the more he respected him. Hughes was still talking, though, the affection he felt for his friend clear in his tone, "I think, at one time, Roy had wanted a family but he gave up on that a long time ago. It was like he had accepted the role he had taken on and for some reason thought that any kind of relationship he got in to was doomed," the older man shook his head, clearly unable to understand such a frame of mind. Ed could, though, because he had figured that would be him.
"Then he had other relationships?" the blonde hadn't meant for it to sound prying but his tone was somewhat wheedling. It would have sounded like that anyway, he guessed, the current…lover/boyfriend/ whatever he was asking about Roy's past flings. Hughes smiled at him, the expression in his eyes knowing.
"A few, years ago but I never got the sense that he was ever serious about them," a frown furrowed between the golden eyebrows even as he breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't explain why he would worry over something like that because he was sure that Roy was serious about him; he would kind of have to be considering that before he met Ed the man was straight and went exclusively for women. But what if…then Hughes next statement eased every little fear he could have contrived, "I was surprised at first that it was you but never before has he been completely content when involved romantically with someone. This is the happiest anyone has seen him in years. Whatever you did that made him fall in love with you, thank you," by the time the Lt. Colonel was finished, Ed's face was crimson and he was staring at the countertop like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. The older man chuckled.
"It wasn't like I did it on purpose, or anything," he mumbled, running his fingers over the braid that was just starting to unravel. No, what he had done was fall head over heels for a man more than ten years his senior and just seemed to keep falling father and father every time he was with the Colonel. If anything, he should be asking what it was that Roy had done because Ed was completely lost to him. A heavy, comforting hand fell to his shoulder and he glanced up to see Hughes grinning down at him.
"Of course not. These types of things don't happen by design. Just one question though," and he paused, waiting for Ed's quick nod, "Do you love him back?" If love meant wanting to spend every single waking hour with him, thinking about him even when sleeping and nearly having a panic attack at the thought of losing him, then yeah, that's exactly how Ed felt. He lifted his wide gold eyes to meet inquisitive emerald and drew in a deep breath before glancing away. He was completely unaware of the way his face eased into a soft smile when he answered.
"Yeah. Yeah, I really do," Hughes just nodded and while he made no other outward comment, Ed could see the thoughtful look that had come over the older man. It made the blonde think of everything about the Colonel he loved, of his deep, silken voice, of his confidence and authority, of his beautiful, slanted onyx eyes and his strong personality that made the younger alchemist feel nearly consumed by its ferocity. After that, everything seemed a little bit easier between him and Hughes, though he hadn't noticed the tension before. It was almost as if the older man had not been quite sure about him and his fears had been eased. Ed wanted to be annoyed, figuring the Lt. Colonel could have just trusted his friend's choice but he could understand that Hughes was just looking out for Roy. The blonde would have done no less for his own brother or friends.
Then Maes asked Ed if the Colonel had played the guitar for him yet because as it turned out, it was Hughes who actually taught Roy how to play in the first place. The blonde made a mental note to ask his lover to do that when he got the chance as Hughes led him into the piano room, joking that Roy was better at the piano anyway, and had just wanted to learn so he could impress people. It seemed like something the Colonel would do, he thought while he listened to Hughes joke around as he plucked at the steel strings, settling back into the couch. By that time they were so comfortable in each other's company, they traded stories to the soft, twanging purr of the full bodied acoustic instrument, getting to know each other. Time moved without him even noticing and by the time the sky darkened with black, ominous clouds, throwing the room into deep shadows, they had become friends and not just two people who knew each other through someone else. Though, he mused to himself at one point when watching those long fingers pluck gently at the strings, it would be hard not to like Hughes. He was glad that Roy had someone like this for a friend. At least then he wouldn't have been completely alone all those years.
**
Ed was back in the library by the time he heard the garage door open, announcing Roy was finally home, curled up on the chair that he had rescued from the accident he had with the plant earlier that day. Hughes had sat down on the couch and promptly fell asleep, dark head lolling against the back of the couch. The blonde let him be, having seen the exhaustion in the deep green eyes. He had tried to talk the older man into going home but he'd been intent on talking with Roy before he left so Ed just shrugged. Now he felt bad he hadn't been more adamant. Soft snores filled the room and he snickered to himself, thinking absently he was glad Roy didn't snore.
He dropped his work into his lap, looking up to peer into the kitchen. From where the chair was kept, he could see right through to the little hall where Roy would enter from, trying to ignore the soft brushes of the plant still curling over much of the library. Hopefully Roy wouldn't be too upset about it, though he had a feeling that upon hearing the story, the older man would probably just be amused. After all, Ed had made a disaster of the place already anyway. Now if only he could figure out a way to shrink the damn thing back to its normal size. Then the door was closing and the dark haired Colonel was striding into the kitchen, his hair looking disheveled but otherwise every ounce as perfect as Ed had been picturing him all day. The dark eyes moved right to him and he smiled.
Only to have that smile die when the Colonel's calm expression cracked, reveling something he had never seen on the pale features before; complete and utter heart-rending relief. Like the sight of the blonde had nearly broken the older man's heart until the intensity nearly stole his breath and scared the shit out of him all at once. He had no idea what had put that particular expression on the dark haired man's face but whatever it was, it hurt to see it. It hurt in such a way that he thought he could hear his heart shuddering to a halt within his chest. And then Roy was striding across the kitchen and into the library, blind to everything but Ed, the dark eyes never leaving him once. He didn't even have time to move the papers from his lap before Roy was sprawled in it, arms going around his waist and face buried in the blonde's stomach. The rest of his body stretched out over the wide footrest and he trembled as he held the younger alchemist, making not a sound. Alarmed and reminded of the night he had come home after nearly being burnt to a crisp in another library, he carefully wrapped his own arms around the strong shoulders, almost able to feel the strength of the emotions rolling off the older man.
"And hello to you too," he tried to keep his voice normal, hoping the Colonel couldn't hear his concern. Whatever it was that had happened, it had shaken the older man bad enough Ed barely recognized him. There was a warm huff of air against his stomach and he squirmed when the long nose nuzzled him gently through his t-shirt.
"Hmm, wanted to hold you…" the deep voice was muffled and a little rough, lacking its normal velvety quality. Golden brows drawn in a frown, he shifted his hands through the dark hair, staring down at the older man and wondering at his bizarre behavior. It felt nice to be held like this, though, like he was the only person in the world. How Roy always made him feel like that, he could never know; like he was safe, wanted, needed. Heaving a big sigh, he dropped his head back, letting the warmth of the bigger man seep into his lower torso and legs that he was covering, noting that Hughes was still fast asleep across the room. The midnight colored hair was like silk as it slid through his fingers, over and over, in long, soothing strokes and he concentrated on the strong heartbeat against his thigh, which seemed to race a little too fast.
"Did something happen? You're acting a little strange," he pitched his voice low, not wanting to wake the other man in the room, especially when the Colonel's hands started to travel down over his thighs, stroking him through the denim. He shivered at the heated touch, jerking in surprise when the older man dropped his face to the blonde's crotch, "Roy! What the hell are you doing?" he snarled, hands stopping in their gentle stroking to grab to fistfuls of the dark hair, hoping the pain would discourage the bigger man from, continuing to rub his face…there…God…
Well, he supposed it was too late to hope Roy wouldn't notice his body's interested reaction, cock hardening in the confines of his jeans. But then, the Colonel breathed in deeply before flopping completely on top of the blond, weight bearing him into the chair. Ed was about to yell at him, especially since the bastard had gotten him hard with no intention of doing anything about it and Hughes be damned when a strong hand curled into his shirt, much like the older man was afraid he would disappear.
"Have I told you that I love you, Ed? Because I really, really do…" just like that, the alarm was back, slamming into him three times harder than before. Something was most definitely wrong. But before he could ask, or demand because it seemed asking was useless, Hughes stirred on the couch, no doubt roused by their voices. Green eyes blinked, focusing on the figure of the Colonel sprawled over a disgruntled Ed, lips twitching at the sight.
"Oh, Roy. When did you get home?" it was such an innocently, unsuspecting question that crashed into their world and nearly threw the blonde into a fit of giggles. The man in his lap twisted enough so that tilting his head enough would allow him to see Hughes rubbing sleep from his eyes and looking at them in amusement. Ed had been a little worried that the Lt. Colonel would be a little uncomfortable seeing his friend so familiar with another guy but if he was, he gave no sign. Though he should have known Hughes would not be so narrow minded as that. Roy made a little grunting noise, arms tightening where they were wrapped securely around the blonde's waist, keeping his face pressed into the younger alchemist's lower abdomen. It was distracting as every time the older man turned his head, his chin would brush against his still very hard dick.
"I could ask you the same thing. Why are you here instead of home?" Ed glared down at the dark head, thumping Roy soundly between the shoulder blades but besides a somewhat heated and rebellious look, the older man didn't respond. Hughes just chuckled, leaning back comfortably.
"Why, is my presence here unwelcome?" his pointed question referred to the two alchemists' odd embrace. Ed could feel a warm blush staring to heat the tips of his ears and the curve of his cheeks, making him insanely glad Roy had not moved from his lap as he couldn't seem to reign in his raging libido. The thought of Hughes witnessing the bulge in his pants helped kill some of heated desire pulsing through him but not enough to make a difference.
"Yes, it—" hissing in annoyance, Ed hit the Colonel on the back again, this time a little harder, stopping his rude response before it could be completed.
"No, it's not," and he met Roy's glare with one of his own. To the Colonel he said, "I don't know what's gotten into you but there's no need to be rude," his voice was low but Hughes still must have heard him, chuckling lightly as the blonde defended him. Ed wondered, though, if the man was also curious over Roy's odd behavior.
"It's alright, Ed. He's always rude. I've often wondered if he was even taught manners as a kid," the blonde wrinkled his nose at the incongruous image of Roy as a kid. A second later he was squirming in mortification when the older man once again dropped his chin, this time on purpose, grinding it into the younger alchemist's groin. It was torture of the sweetest kind, sending bolts of pleasure coursing through him as the hard length of his cock was stimulated. He might not have minded but Hughes was still watching him with that sharp look in his eyes and the Colonel would have a very short time left to live if he made Ed come in front of someone else.
"Fucking hell—Roy!? What the hell is wrong with you? Knock it off!" his hissed, digging metal fingers into the back of the man's neck in vain hopes of stilling the delicious friction before things go out of hand. There was a murmured response that sounded an awful lot like, "you smell good" before Hughes took matters into his own hands, saving Ed from completely embarrassing himself. Because as humiliating as the situation may have been, there was no denying the fire that was burning steadily through him now, making his heart falter as pleasure spiked pleasantly with each movement. The Lt. Colonel rolled his eyes and stood, drawing Roy's attention momentarily, though he didn't life his head from Ed's lap.
"That's quite enough. I'm tired and I want to go home but there are a few things I need to talk to you about. So kindly leave poor Edward alone and start acting like an adult," his words were stern and the blonde caught a flicker of concern, clearly just as baffled by this strange Roy as Ed was, though he seemed to hide it better. There was a tense moment of stillness and he held his breath, waiting to see what the Colonel would do. He could feel the way the embrace he was still clutched in had turned painfully possessive and he met Hughes gaze, their thoughts seeming to mirror each other. The Lt. Colonel made the decision for them. Getting impatient, he reached over and snatched the collar of the Colonel's uniform, bodily removing the bigger man from the blonde's lap. There was a snarl of protest but by then Ed had enough leverage to twist, hiding his erection even while lifting his feet and using them to push Roy off of him. The dark eyes flared hotly, looking at him like he was going to disappear of the older man left him but Hughes wasn't giving Roy much of a choice.
"Just go, Roy. I'm not going anywhere," he offered soothingly, hoping to ease the betrayal of his actions and the man seemed to relax minutely, not fighting Hughes' grip. Gold met green in another worried glance but the Colonel was straightening his jacket, pulling himself together with an effort. Ed really just wanted to drag the man back down again, hating that look on his face, the one that put a deep line between the dark brows.
"I apologize," but his voice held no hint of remorse. Instead the dark eyes kept flickering to the blond, as if the older man was reassuring himself Ed had not yet disappeared. Hughes sighed and guided Roy from the room, saying something in a soft voice that Ed didn't catch when the Colonel couldn't stop looking back over his shoulder. It scared Ed, to see the man so out of sorts and he wished he could do something to comfort him. Roy must have responded to his friend, if somewhat absently, for as they moved into the kitchen, Hughes casually lifted a hand and smacked his friend on the back of the head. Ed ducked his head as he laughed at Roy's indignant response but the action seemed to have helped get the Colonel's mind off of the blond for two seconds.
Ed watched them disappear around the corner, deep voices a low, distant rumble that came to him from what he guessed was the music room before he heaved a sigh. Shifting the papers that had moved to cover his crotch, he ground the heel of his palm into his aching erection, cursing his lover in his mind. Damn that man's ability to turn the blonde into a shiver mass of need with just a few well placed touches. Molten gold glared down at his lap as if this was entirely his body's fault. Well, it was, though having his lover rubbing his face against his crotch certainly hadn't helped. He cursed softly to himself and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. And it wasn't like he could do anything about it, either, with the two men sitting just in the next room. Feeling somewhat spiteful, he wished the Colonel was in the same predicament.
For a few long minutes he stared blankly at his notes still slightly crumpled on his legs, soothing out some of the wrinkles, thinking about why Roy was being so odd. It was then, in the middle of a thought that something on one of the pages that something caught his eye. Blinking his wide eyes rapidly to focus, he frowned at the scrawled handwriting, frown once again marring his features.
No, he had to be reading it wrong.
There were a few moments where he scurried to translate the next couple of pages in the book, hand shaking and with each word he wrote, his eyes grew wider and wider. How had he not caught this before?
Feeling decidedly sick, he stared at the pages in disbelief, falling back into the chair's embrace with a sharp breath. It was then he understood everything, down to the tunnels and the secrets and Dr. Marco's mysterious death. Feeling a flash of fear, he glanced at the stone still sitting unmoved on the coffee table, realizing the source behind the untamed, tainted power. No wonder when he had done pervious research on the stone, something had always been missing.
It was the main ingredient.
Human souls.
Roy
Dark eyes looked on as slender fingers finished unraveling the remains of the braid Roy had put into the blond hair the night before, watching hungrily from his spot on the bed as Ed shook it out with an air of practiced nonchalance. The warm light from the single lamp on the table beside the bed glowed gently, spilling like a golden web over the younger man's warm skin, most of which was delightfully bare, making him look like some Mythic god, especially with his metal limbs giving him that hard edge. Roy still had the strong impulse to reach out and cling to the boy, swearing to never let go again but it wasn't as bad as it had been when he'd first come home. The gold eyes glanced to him where he lay back, propped up on his elbows amid the dark sheets of his bed, the tawny cheeks flushing, no doubt due to the fact the Colonel was already completely naked. He was calm now but he hadn't been before. Before he had been just barely kept his composure about him, the need to hold his young lover such a strong compulsion it had nearly torn him apart. He had taken one look into the sharp, familiar features as they smiled at him from the middle of the mess that was his library and something inside of him seemed to…break.
Roy felt a little bad making a scene in front of Hughes, something for which Ed was sure to give him a very sound scolding later on. Still, he hadn't been able to help it. As soon as he had dropped his head into the younger man's lap and that heady, musky scent that belonged all to Ed enveloped him, he had nearly lost it. It had been a near thing, especially when he felt the kid hardening under his chin; if Hughes hadn't spoken up when he did, Roy had a feeling he wouldn't have been able to stop until the younger man was thoroughly at his mercy. All he had been able to think about was that he wanted the horror from earlier that day to disappear and Ed was right there, the one person that could ease his fear. And being hauled away from the blonde had almost been painful but Ed's words were reassuring and he realized what a fool he was making of himself. Of course the younger alchemist wasn't going anywhere and the weight of his friend's gaze was enough to bring him back to his senses. Yet even with a cordial slap on the back of his head, he had been hard pressed to focus on work.
The Lt. Colonel's report, however, was enough to draw his interest. To think it had gotten that bad already. Though he had to congratulate the man on his bravery for snatching another copy of the stone after watching someone get mutilated and…eaten…the thought still made him shudder and it had yanked his thoughts to Envy, bringing back the nausea and dread. Somehow, he doubted the feeling was a coincidence. Hughes must have seen the shadow that crossed his face because he started prying, something he was very good at. Roy had been unwilling to bring up the incident in his office, still feeling the hot tongue branding his cheek, the evasive fingers touching him there…
He swallowed thickly, glancing away from Ed running a brush through his hair, noting the thoughts of malicious, violet eyes had chased away any arousal he had been feeling. Refusing to let go of the younger alchemist even when the blonde got mad had helped dispel the worst of it but he had been unable to eat much of his dinner and needed to touch Ed every few seconds to keep feeling somewhat sane. The younger alchemist hadn't really noticed, though, because he had suffered his own traumatizing shock that evening. Roy shuddered. To think, the Philosopher's stone required human souls as their main source of power. It was unthinkable, worse than human transmutation. How other human beings could do such a thing was unthinkable, horrifying. Truly, he could see why Marco had been closed mouthed on the subject. Then that would mean the viscous red liquid in the little vile he kept locked away in his safe was created with souls of people…
"Roy…" a warm, buttery voice broke through his reverie and he lifted his gaze from where it had fallen among the valleys of the blankets to find the bright gold gaze watching him intently. A tiny frown marred the space between those fabulous eyes and he shifted his weight so he could iron it out with a fingertip. The full lips remained bowed prettily though as the blonde eased onto the bed with him, sitting sideways and rolling a thumb over the Colonel's cheekbone, "Roy, where are you?" shadows shifted behind all that bright, honeyed color, worry, anxiety but the strongest, the one that struck him the hardest, was love. He breathed a soft sigh and smiled gently.
"Right here," it was a whisper, "I'm right here," the hand moved over his cheek, following the line of his jaw before traveling downwards, heat spreading out from every place touched. Ed leaned in for a soft kiss, gentle yet searching, as if hoping Roy would explain the darkness he had come home with riding on his shoulders, causing his atypical behavior. And he wanted to tell Ed, tell him because he wanted the blond to make it go away but he didn't know how to find the words. When the younger man pulled back, he had shadows of his own. Long, pale fingers ran through soft strands of gold, "You're beautiful," and he was, down to the last harsh scar and metal toe. Beautiful, stunning, and the entirety of Roy's soul belonged to him. Ed covered the hand he used to cup one flushed cheek, gold eyes still studying his face.
"What happened, Roy?" he finally asked after trying to peer past the concealing darkness the older man was using as a shield. Even in the warm lamp light, he cringed behind the shadows, feeling the taint still on his skin, "Why are you acting so strange?" the words were there, on his tongue but when he opened his mouth, something happened to them that made them shrivel up, becoming useless. Then he couldn't look into the younger man's eyes. Fingertips running along his skin coaxed him gently, drawing out that lazy heat of arousal that he thought he has lost while the sound of his name in that husky voice eased some of the tension that had been strumming through his body. Slowly, shivering at the feel of Ed's hand curling lazy circles into the skin of his chest then abdomen, running over his own scars, he lifted his dark gaze. It left him feeling vulnerable but he knew he could lift the shields and the blonde would not cringe away.
"…I," his voice sounded gravely, so he cleared it, starting over, "I saw you're little friend today. He came to my office," he shivered at the too-new memory, once again feeling those arms around him, marking him even while the high voice dripped agony into his veins. Ed shifted closer, pressing his hip to the side of the older man's outer thigh, gently pressing kisses along his shoulder.
"What friend?" he could tell the blonde was trying to keep him talking, soothing him like he would a skittish kitten, which made Roy smile slightly at the thought. He took a deep breath, which hitched as that ever questing hand slipped around his thigh, tracing the crease where his leg connected to his hip. The boy's other hand rubbed gentle patterns into the back of his neck. He felt like he was the younger man here even as he allowed himself to be lulled by the touches. Fingers teased the soft skin of the hollow at the inside of his thigh, knuckles brushing over his testicles. Roy shivered again, but this time with the pleasant feeling of the blood starting a lazy rerouting to his stiffening cock.
"Envy," the name was like a harsh curse in the gentle atmosphere and Ed froze for a long second before the hands started moving again. Something had changed, though, and he could feel the younger man willing himself to keep calm, wanting to hear what else Roy had to say. The fact the kid kept his mouth shut upon hearing that name meant the slight shaking of his hands was a sign of the effort he was making not to react. The Colonel found himself grateful for it, tipping to the side so he could lay his head on a hard, metal shoulder. The warm, sugary scent that belonged to the blonde enveloped him like a comforting hug, urging him to continue, "He came to my office and…he knows about us. I don't know how he knows but he does. And he said things…about you...things that…" he faltered, shuddering, held together by the warm touches skimming over his skin, breath catching as the younger alchemist carded fingers through the dense curls around his semi-interested erection. The action temporarily derailed his train of thought, making him sigh softly into the bright fall of hair his face was pressed into. The boy's other hand, cool and hard, wrapped securely around his waist, holding him close to the blonde.
"What did he say about me?" Ed's gentle voice coaxed but he could hear the tension in it, making him wonder if he should just consider stopping right there. But he wanted the vile touch and vicious words to be erased and only the young man at his side could do that.
"Venom and lies," he muttered, breaking off to moan quietly when Ed skated his fingers over the thin, sensitive skin of his balls, "Just things to rattle me and if he had left it at that, I would not be so…ah…so upset…hmm, Ed…" the slender hand took the heavy testicles in his warm palm, rolling them gently and sending fizzing pleasure rocketing through the older man's body. It was almost as good as touching his dick, though a bit different. He slipped his hand into the bright fall of hair, twisting a little so he could hold the blonde a little more comfortably. Said blonde chuckled huskily in his ear, making another bolt of electrified heat right to his now-rock hard cock.
"You're getting distracted, Colonel," the younger alchemist admonished, pulling his hand back to a pale thigh and Roy groaned with the loss. His erection was already straining against his abdomen, demanding attention but he ignored it for the moment. Knowing Ed, he wouldn't commit to anything until he got the full account.
"You're a worthy distraction, love," breath caught in his ear and he had to admit, the endearment seemed to subtly change something between them, drawing them ever closer. A soft hum acknowledged it before a pinch to his leg reminded him of what he was originally saying, "He threatened you, threatened us, something about running out of time. It sounded real, so real, like he already knew what was going to happen. I won't let him take you away from me, Edward," his voice was harsh as he held the blonde tightly, the very thought agony. It was obvious it was an effort for the kid to continue his ministrations even as he murmured reassurances into a fall of dark hair. Roy swallowed, the worst of it still to come, "Th-then he…" he swallowed again, throat dry, shaking as he fought the renewed tingling where evil had touched him, "…he…" and he faltered, hating his voice as it gave out.
"What did he do, Roy?" the husky tenor was no longer gentle but it comforted him all the same. Forcing back bile, he nuzzled deeper into the thick, gold hair, trying to get as close to that familiar heat as possible. His erection had gone down some only to be brought right back as Ed dipped fingers into his navel before dragging them downwards, following the line of hair to tease the tip of his flushed cock. Mm, that felt good…
"He touched me…" and he grunted in complaint when every single touch stopped dead in its tracks, the slender body he was pressed into tensing like a drawn bow string. Ed pushed him back with hands on his shoulders, gold eyes huge as they fixed on his face. Roy gave up the comfortable position reluctantly, meeting the wide gaze that searched his face for a long, silent moment. Then the blonde's face changed and he was sure he had never seen such fury before. It fairly snapped in the air, threatening to pull the roof down around their ears. It was bright and hot and so very beautiful. He could see the boy trying to gain some kind of control, the narrow nostrils flaring, turning white with the force of it, full lips thinned and pale, hands leaving marks on the Colonel's skin. For some reason, the sight of such stunning anger filled him with a sense of peace. That was there for him, because someone had dared to hurt him, to touch him, to make him feel like less than what he was.
"Were?" the blonde hissed through gritted teeth, maneuvering the bigger man back a little so he could sit between Roy's legs, "where did that fucking bastard touch you?" he might have smiled, except he knew what his own reaction would be should their situations be switched. Slowly, feeling the heavy weight of such vengeful rage, he caught one slim wrist and drew the warm palm up his chest, following the path Envy's had earlier, banishing the feeling of malice that had settled under his skin. He looked the blonde over then, noting how those eyes widened at the intimate gesture before traveling over the rest of the slender body. The younger alchemist had shed his boxers at some point and Roy was pleased to see the angry erection jutting out from between the strong thighs. Damn, but he was beautiful. Ed traced that path several times, as if making sure the Colonel would remember no touch but that one before meeting the dark gaze again.
"Where else?" making sure to keep his gaze steady on the furious gold eyes, he tucked his hair back, indicating his left ear. The blonde went to run his fingers over it when the older man caught his wrist again, shaking his head. He wanted it all gone, completely.
"Tongue," he whispered and Ed positively snarled, expression turning thunderous. Envy had better steer clear of the young Major from now on because now the blonde looked fit to rip the dark haired boy limb from limb. But the younger man was gentle as he slipped his hand around Roy's neck, tilting his head to the side before leaning in. His heat was almost feverish as it pressed into the dark haired man, breath scorching him, wet in his ear as his tongue stroked the shell of his ear. He couldn't help but hum his pleasure with the gesture, leaning into the burning touch. When the blonde pulled back, he silently touched his own pale cheek, feeling the determination to completely decimate the memory of the unwanted touches rolling off the blonde.
Ed's tongue left a wide, wet trail across his cheek before he followed it with swift, fleeting kisses and then two more licks. Their eyes met and then he was being fairly devoured, full lips crushing his fiercely. A demanding tongue was immediately requesting entrance into his mouth and he obliged, letting the teen in and groaning under the onslaught. The slim body pressed into his own, bearing them both back into a laying position, the heady slide of skin on blissfully warm skin lending itself to the fire burning in the pit of his stomach. It felt so right, that sweet mouth so demanding upon his own, the taste of sunshine flooding his senses, the firm weight spread out over him. But before they could get lost in each other, there was just one last place, the most important one, the memory of it still making his skin crawl.
They were both panting when they pulled apart and he took a moment to let Ed press their foreheads together, trying to get their bearings again. Then he gently pushed the younger man away, almost unable to meet that bright, shimmering gaze. His heart clenched at the sight of the naked blonde, hard and beginning to drip, eyes dark and lips wet. The Colonel reached out and ran a thumb over those full lips, the gesture apologetic and an inadequate reply for the question in those wide eyes. Then he broke the look, turning away so he could flip onto his stomach, pressing his front into the soft, cool sheets. The older man, swallowing nerves and unease, spread his knees a little and peered over his shoulder as one pale hand touched between his buttocks.
"Once more," he breathed and shook at the force of the emotion in Ed's face. It was a wonder the bed spread didn't light on fire, fury in every line of the blonde's body. For a moment he though the kid was going to lose it and he almost hoped he would scream at Roy, scream at him for letting it happen, for letting Envy close enough to touch him in such a way. Ashamed, he turned away and hid his face in the bed, unable to stand up to that towering fury. Beautiful it might have been but it was about to tear him apart. He felt that if Ed didn't touch him soon, if he rejected him, saw the taint branded on his skin, he would shatter into a million pieces. And then the bed dipped, a weight settling between his legs again before Ed lay over him, draping completely on top of his prone form.
Yet even with that comfort, with the feeling of the warm chest against his back, thick, heavy cock throbbing where it pressed into the back of the older man's thigh, he still stiffened, gasping harshly so it was almost a startled sob when two fingers brushed gently over his entrance.
"Shh, it's me, Roy, just Ed…it's me," murmured assurances against the nape of his neck, followed by soft kisses, slowly, ever so slowly eased the fear, the frantic thudding of his heart, erasing the horror and the shame. Breathing deep gulps of air, he concentrated on the feel of those fingers, stroking up and down along the length of his crack, paying special attention to the sensitive, rosy pucker of skin. The tension left him until all that was left was Ed; Ed's touch, Ed's fingers and Ed's lips, Ed's words, Ed…ah, yes, so good…Edward…
"Edward…" he barely recognized his own voice, a deep, throaty purr, full of wonder and desire. He had not known this was what it could feel like, this sweet stimulation of nerves and he canted his hips back with each steady roll of the younger man's fingertips, gasping hot breaths into the sheets. More kisses rained down over his back, following the line of his spine, lips sucking at the curves of his shoulder blades hard enough to leave marks but it always came back to those fingers, touching him in the most private of places. They erased everything but that steady, golden fire and he pressed his face harder into the mattress, groaning. There was a pause and he heard Ed shift before the touches returned, this time slick with something wet and warm and he was tuned into every torturous rotation, unconsciously spreading his legs wider in a silent plea for more…God, more…
The action must have met with the younger man's approval because he heard Ed curse softly, jerking his hands away. There was a hissed, "Fuck, Roy," before something indefinitely better than fingers swiped at his entrance. Blinding pleasure raced through him and he clutched the sheets in desperation, shout muffled. It was Ed's tongue doing those wonderful things, tracing around the puckered skin, so hot and smooth. Hands held his hips in place even as he strained towards the blonde's face, a sound caught in his throat because it was just so good, he couldn't breathe. The younger alchemist took his time, licking from the beginning of the crevice to the starting curve of his testicles then back again, pausing once again at his entrance, pushing gently, circling around. Then, just when he thought it couldn't get any better, the tongue pressed into his hole and penetrated him.
Oh, fuck that was good!
The older man arched back into it with a throaty cry, the sound a mangled version of the blonde's name. He could feel the coolness of the sheets beginning to dampen with pre cum beneath him and he rocked again, trying to follow the younger man as he pulled his tongue back only to jerk forward when it delved into him again, stroking his inner walls with that silky heat. Every time he bucked his hips, his cock would drag along the bed until he didn't know which way to move. Ed pulled out for a moment, moaning softly as he fitted his lips over the older man's entrance and sucked on the neat, little pucker. If that was him making those little whimpering noises, Roy would deny it later but right now everything just felt so good and he was so lost in the crashing pleasure roaring through his veins, he couldn't form a thought long enough to even try and stop them. One of the younger man's hands left his hips, kneading one globe of his buttocks, a cooling touch to ease the blaze that had been set in his veins. One last kiss, right on that spot he had been sucking on before the bed shifted again. Glancing back, he could see Ed kneeling between the Colonel's legs, golden eyes nearly black as they stared down at him. Through his own lust, he couldn't read the look that graced the sharp features, but it warmed him to the core, intense and breathtaking.
"You're really hot like this, Roy," the husky voice had become a low growl, the sound of it strumming along his skin until he had to look away, pressing the side of his face into the bed again, groaning incoherently. In that position he should have felt vulnerable but such weak emotions had no place between them anymore. A hand stroked up one of his pale thighs, making him shiver, erection pulsing hotly where it was trapped under him. He said Ed's name again when another hand followed the curve of his back, pausing where it met his butt before moving back up again. He wanted more, more of those secret touches, more of the blonde claiming him, more of Ed. Maybe he said something along those lines because fingers were circling his entrance again as the younger man leaned over him, chest warm against his back. Even like this they fit together so perfectly, "Sexy, beautiful and mine…you're mine, Colonel Mustang…" and all he could do was moan his agreement, concentrating on that voice and the accompanying touches. The blonde pressed him into the mattress, arousal hot on the back of one of his thighs, licking and nipping at his neck and shoulders, "all mine…every last piece of you belongs to me…" the words resonated with his soul, the heat of pleasure starting to take on that familiar edge that signaled he was nearing the end.
"Yes, yes, Ed…please…" it couldn't finish like this; there was more than this and he needed every last bit of it. The younger man must have caught the meaning behind his plea for once again his comfortable warmth was gone. There was some more bed shifting and a sound of rummaging. Roy turned his head to the other side, light from the lamp illuminating the beautiful younger alchemist as he rummaged through the table drawers. A delightful shiver crawled up his spine when he realized what the boy was hunting for. For a moment, just as Ed turned back to the bed with a bottle of lubricant in his hand, he could see the effect he had on the younger man, the sight of him making the Colonel's blood heat and heartbeat spike. The blonde was already flushed prettily, hair falling all about his shoulders in a shining curtain, eyes wide and dark. His lips were parted, red from where he must have been biting on them. But it was his erection that commanded his attention, so hard and flushed it was a wonder the kid was still holding back, pearly ribbons of cum already dripping down the throbbing shaft. Wordlessly, Roy untangled one hand from the bed sheets, holding it out to the younger man. All yours…
Then the younger man was settled behind him again, hands stroking every last bit of pale skin they could find, fondling him from between his parted thighs and drawing him quickly back into bliss. He tried not to be nervous as he heard the cap pop behind him and then a cool, slick finger found its way back to his waiting and already damp entrance. It traced a single, teasing circle and then was pressing in, making him gasp at the intrusion. Ed's tongue may have felt like heaven but his finger stung a bit, even with the lube. He just held still, letting the boy slide it in carefully. There was a pause in which he was allowed to get used to it before the blonde crooked it slightly, swirling it around slowly. The older man huffed out a sharp breath, eyes wide as he stared at a spot on the wall, the sting melting away, giving way to mind numbing pleasure. No wonder why Ed always had that star-struck look on his face when the older man did this for him. Another finger slid in with the first, once again pausing to allow him a moment to adjust. By now he was breathing hard, a light sheen of sweat beginning to shimmer on his skin, the mixture of pain and pleasure a heady experience. That pain didn't last, though, as they worked inside of him, stroking and scissoring until he was relaxed and rocking with each thrust of the blonde's hand. He could feel the boy shaking and just like that, he couldn't wait any more. Reaching back as he look over his shoulder, Roy caught the younger alchemist's hand, making it still while buried deep inside of him.
"Now, love," now, because he couldn't take another second without Ed being inside of him. That look on the boy's face nearly incinerated him, need bright in those gold eyes. The kid just nodded and he turned back, pushing his forehead into the mattress. There was long pause and then something else pressed against the loosened pucker of his entrance, something hot and slick. He had just enough sense not to tense his muscles before the younger man was sliding into him, breaching him in a smooth motion of stinging bliss. In and in until his pelvis cradled the older man's butt in its neat curve. Eyes wide, he held as still had possible, listening to the ragged breathing of the younger man who was now gripping his pale hips like they were an anchor, holding him in place. The way the blonde was throbbing deep inside of him, he was probably trying not to come.
Slowly, he got used to the intrusion, relaxing back into the bed and just marveling at the feeling of being so full. Carefully, he tipped his pelvis a bit, changing the angle and Ed groaned loudly, once again draping himself over the older man's back. Now they were locked in a tight embrace, one slender arm wrapping around him, hand spanning the width of one pectoral muscle while the other steadied their joined hips.
"God…God…Roy…I…hmm," Ed gave an experimental thrust, slow and smooth, pressing even deeper and they both groaned. He liked this position; it felt so intimate, hot breath spreading over the back of his neck while their bodies melded together. Again he canted his hips back and this time the blonde got the hint, pulling out to push back in, keening softly into Roy's ear. The boy's cock dragged against his inner walls and it was brilliant, the fire from their connection spreading through his body until he burned, shaking from the force of it. Another thrust and it rubbed against that place, making him gasp as stars riddled his vision, pleasure shooting up his spine. So that's what that felt like. It was just as good as he thought it would be, maybe better. The blonde growled a harsh curse, and plunged forward, abandoning the slow, gentle pace.
With every inward stroke, the blonde hissed one word into the older man's ear, over and over again, like he was forcefully trying to make sure no one could ever touch Roy again. Mine, mine, mine like a mantra, striking the older man's prostate every single time. The hand holding his hip reached up and dislodged his own from the death grip he had on the sheets, twining their fingers together, the blonde's palm a little sweaty on the back of his hand. The older man just kept his forehead pressed into the bed, eyes closed tight, watching the darkness begin to acquire an array of colors that burst behind his eyelids with each jolt of their joining. He knew he was being louder than normally but he had never felt anything quite like this before. It was like the younger alchemist was suffusing his entire body with his liquid heat, the friction of his cock moving steadily within him almost too much, especially when it ended with that burst of light. Heat pooled in his stomach, the steady burn in his lower belly threatening to spill over.
"Ro—y, I can't…can't last," the words spilled over him and he could feel the hand that held his own tightening, blunt nails digging into his palm. The waves were closer together more intense each time even as the younger man's thrusts became more erratic, plunging deep into the Colonel causing his walls tightened, constricting more harshly every time that flash of heat crashed through him. Roy cried out with each one, tearing at the sheets as he practically threw himself back to meet every thrust. It was right there, glittering at the edge of his vision, the added friction his rocking gave his twitching cock just enough for that final push. Then he was falling...
"Edward!" there was no holding back, body bowing as he came, soaking the sheets with his blinding release, white washing over his vision. It was hard, pulse after pulse torn from his body, flooding against his skin while he screamed, muffling it in the mattress. Every muscle seemed to lock, the room disappearing, world narrowing down to that one indescribable feeling of release, tingling along every nerve ending until it was almost agony. And as he did, he could feel himself clamping down on Ed buried deep inside of him, heard the boy's shout that mirrored his own. And just as the last few pulses were pulled out of him, warm, sticky fire filled him, overflowing, spreading and possessing him, coaxing one last spurt of hot release from his spent body.
Gasping, desperate for breath, he collapsed into the now sticky sheets, feeling the wet warmth spreading out from under him while Ed's cum dripped over his thighs. They rode out the aftershocks in amazed silence, breaths and heartbeats rapid and unsteady. The younger man was a blanket of warmth wrapped tightly over top of him, his softening length still buried deep inside of him. A warm, steady thrum of residual pleasure stole over him, making him feel peaceful and lethargic. The best part of it was their fingers that were still entangled on the bed next to his head, looking like moonlight embraced in the light of the sun.
"I'm yours, Ed," he whispered, voice gravely and a gentle kiss was pressed into the nape of his neck as the blonde's hold on him momentarily tightened. There was a short pause in which their breathing began to slow, basking in the afterglow before the smaller alchemist shifted on top of him, making them both groan at the unexpected friction on too-sensitive flesh. Licks and nips were rained all over his back again before the blonde huffed against his cooling skin.
"I want to kiss you," the teen mumbled and Roy thought that sounded perfect. Grimacing at the feeling of Ed's now-soft cock slipping free from his entrance, he turned onto his side and the blonde slipped into his arms, a slow smile curling on his full lips. The kiss stole his breath again, all at once slow and intense. He lost himself to the wet slide of their lips as they melded together. For a moment he was satisfied with just kissing the younger man, closing his eyes and sinking into the sweet contact. Then Ed made a little noise, arms wrapped tight around the older man's shoulders even as Roy clutched at the slender waist, the sound vibrating against his lips and sending a heady thrill through him. For a moment they broke apart for air, sharing hot puffs of air, drinking each other in. He lifted his eyes from the sight of the teen's glistening lips and found the golden gaze was still dark as it met his own.
"The next time I see that little prick," Ed started in a dangerous voice, lips grazing against the Colonel's in their nearness, "I'm going to cut him into tiny little pieces and set them on fire. Slowly," he kissed the older man again, the contact hard and possessive, "and if he ever touches you again…" he could feel the threat hanging in the air and smiled into the next kiss. He had very little doubt that the blonde would make good on his word, too. The thought eased what was left of his fear as did the tight hold the younger man had on his shoulders, their bodies pressed close enough that he could feel the steady thrum of Ed's heartbeat against his chest. Roy pulled back, panting and smiled at the blonde, freeing one hand so he could shift his fingers through the damp blond hair.
"He won't touch me again," the Colonel promised in a quiet tone, his arm feeling like lead as he sunk his fingers into the bright hair, "And he won't touch you, either," the gold eyes grew shadowed as a hand twisted hard in his dark hair, Ed dragging the older man's head as close as he could with a low snarl that had no business being sexy. Even through his increasing lethargy, the sound cut through him in a flash of desire.
"I will kill him," the teen hissed, his hands tightening to the point of pain, "I don't care what anyone says or does, you belong to me, Colonel Mustang," and Roy would have agreed but his mouth was suddenly claimed with such a ferocity, he completely lost his bearings for a few long minutes. Yes, he belonged to Edward completely, and when the younger man's taste flooded his mouth, all that sweet, honeyed warmth burnt around the edges just the way he liked it, he could never ask for anything more. Darkness pushed in around the edges of his vision then as the fatigue finally got the better of him but the real shadows had been banished, kept at bay by the cocoon of warmth he was wrapped in and the marks left on his body left by his enthusiastic lover.
There was a sharp crash that momentarily brought him back to the brink of consciousness, followed by flash of light and another resulting boom but the lips on his forehead reassured him as Ed coaxed him back to sleep with soft words, the rattling of the sudden storm outside the windows fading away. By the time the bed shifted, announcing Ed slipping off, he was already fast asleep.
Ed
Ed watched Roy sleep for a long time, the sounds of the storm outside a distant distraction.
The dark eyes were shuttered behind a row of thick, black lashes and he resisted the urge to run his fingertip over them more than once, not wanting to rouse the other man. The Colonel lay curled against the younger alchemist, using his chest as a pillow, breath warm against the golden skin as one arm hooked around the blonde's waist. The man was beautiful enough to make his heart ache, pale skin glowing in the dim light of the lap, hair very black as it spread out over tan skin. The blonde smiled slightly, running his fingers through the silky strands. Roy was completely wiped out. He hadn't even stirred when the blonde had gotten up to clean them both up or when Ed shifted the older man out of the mess on the sheets.
It felt odd, that their positions seemed to be reversed that night, though he had never expected sex to feel quite like that. It was different from anything he'd felt before, being buried in the tight, velvety heat until he didn't even know which way was up. Still, despite his blusterous confidence he had displayed in order to completely claim the Colonel, he felt uneasy. Saying that the older man was his was one thing but what could he possibly do should something happen? The fact that Envy had already intruded upon what they had was still very much a reality. The thought of that little bastard even laying one finger on the Colonel was enough for him to be seeing red but to think that the slimy, evil little prick had dared to touch the older man there…Ed had been sure that for a moment he would lose it, blind rage making his vision dim. Even now he had to swallow back the flash of choking anger. Yet the look on Roy's face, that heart rending expression of shame had cut right through him and the need to make the bigger man his had nearly swallowed him whole.
Ed sighed and pulled the blankets up to cover them both, listening to the thunder as it rattled the windows in their casing, lying back against the pillows. There was another kind of storm coming, already a dark, brooding mass on the horizon and despite what he may say, there were still many more things they would have to overcome before this was over. Feeling the steady heartbeat against his hip and the soft hair his fingers were tangled with, he knew he would be willing to brave anything if to make sure Roy remained by his side.
Even as the house shook under the violence of the storm outside and he followed his dark haired lover into sleep, there was nothing else in the world but him, the man in his arms and the unmistakable bond that threaded their hearts together until they beat in unison…maybe it would be enough after all.
Hollow footsteps echoed off the dark, dank walls, the air heavy and cool so far under the ground. The only light was the bright, cutting beam of the flashlight in his hand, a constant bright blade that cut through the oppressive dark of the passage way. What he had been expecting when he had found the tunnel below the large church, he didn't know for sure but it certainly wasn't this. It was wide, excessively so and clean, almost as if it had been made by professionals. An interesting find, well worth the satisfying death of a strange creature that spoke of nothing but how hungry it was and which was rather stubborn about staying dead. Though he had to admit, the more he delved into his obsession for revenge, the more he began to realize the death of his people was less about Ametris and its alchemy, and more about something else entirely. Something more.
Something evil.
Red eyes glinted in the steady, white light of the flashlight, determination burning on the strong, scarred features. He would get to the bottom of this mystery and he would see the end of this conflict between his people and the dogs of Ametris if it was the last thing he ever did. One thing was clear to him now, though. Perhaps his distortion of alchemy was more of a blessing than it was a curse. Either way, it would help him see the end of this, however it might turn out.
The only thing that kept him company as he walked through the darkness in search of the truth was the sound of his own footfalls and the lonely echo of his breathing…
To be continued...
I almost feel bad for Envy once Ed gets his hands on him but I know what he's going to do in the future so my pity is fleeting. I'm going to work on the next chapter right away because I have been working on this story for nearly a year. As much as a adore it, it needs to end so I can concentrate on others. Reviews are loved and I'll work as fast as I can to get you all the next chapter!