Roy Mustang, Hopeless Romantic 3
Ed sat at the kitchen table, imagining a world of mystery, forbidden romance, and steamy sex for his original characters, Alagan Aarti and Alary Dilara, in his original novel, As of Yet Untitled.
Alary woke before the sun, kissing the back of Alagan's head before he left. Alary and Alagan were two beautiful young men, with dark hair, dark eyes, and olive complexions. Alary knew Alagan hated it when he was gone, but he had no choice in the matter. Things more important than themselves were at stake. Alary stole a glance back at the bed as he dressed in a simple, long sleeved linen tunic and linen slacks, and saw Alagan's peaceful face and bare, muscular upper body, as he shifted in his sleep. He was gorgeous.
Ed paused for a moment to read over his work. Damn, I'm pretty good. He continued writing.
He kissed Alagan again, and departed for his. Alary was a politician of sorts, representing those who had no other voice. He fought for the outcasts, the untouchables, which was no simple task since, being homosexual, he was considered such himself. It was a wonder he'd made it so far, and though he had, he still suffered the hateful predilections of some of his less progressive colleagues.
Ed stopped again. He hadn't intended to delve into such personal, even painful, subject matter. He'd had experience with that before, and didn't want to relive it. So, he decided to change gears a bit.
But that wasn't all there was to him. He was intelligent, handsome, and best of all, he had Alagan, who was loving and faithful, not to mention stunning. Alagan's innocence and pure love guided him through all his troubles, and gave him hope in all circumstances.
Oh, god, that sounds cheesy, Ed thought.
Alagan's pure love and innocence...
Alagan's pure lov-
The duality of Alagan's passionate love and pure soul were Alary's beacon for every action.
"Duality... I didn't even know I knew that word."
Ed had never written before, and overall, was pleasantly surprised at how his insights had transmuted into written word. Not usually one for insinuation, he was startled at the calm, subtle, voice his prose had taken on. Ed wondered how Roy fared, having read his, uh, "writing", and laughed to himself.
Hearing Ed laugh, Roy wondered what could possibly be so gosh-darned funny. He's just jealous of my ninja-writing skills. The jerk.
Brogan and Richard clashed their swords in an epic and awesome battle, weapons clashing loudly in a deafening roar of metal-on-metal combat!
"If you thought you could get away with stealing my lovely ladylove, you were sorely mistaken! Now, I shall kill you!"
"But you see, YOU are mistaken, for I am the one who is going to kill you! Mwahahahahahahahaha!"
Stabby–rip–stab-stab! Stabbity-stab-stabbers-McStabbity! They seemed to go at it for hours, until both were too tired to keep up the stabbity-stabbing combat, or even remember what they were fighting for. By then, of course, Princess Bryna had waked up, rather irritable at being tied up, and started spitting and cursing, using words even Dread Pirate Richard had never heard.
"I swear, if one of you blithering, brain-damaged, dropped-on-your-heads, IDIOTS doesn't untie me THIS MINUTE, so help me God, Brogan, I won't sleep with you for at least a YEAR! I mean it, too!"
This, of course, sped Brogan up pretty fast, getting his lovely ladylove (with her lovely lady lumps) untied within the minute. Together, they were perfectly armed against Dread Pirate Richard, wrapping him all 'round with ropes, gagging and blindfolding him, and setting him on top of his horse, slapping it on its flank to send it away, with their favorite befuddled, mustachioed villain as its cargo.
"So, where'd you come from- how'd you escape my father?"
"His Fares may be elite, but they ain't too bright, neither. I hit the guards on the head, stole one of their little outfits, and just took off! They'll probably notice I left before too long, though, so we should probably get a move on."
"Right."
And they headed off together, in search of a way to make all their dreams come true.
Ed slurped some of his noodles, savoring the chickeny goodness, and once again pushed the bowl out of the way to continue writing his story.
Alary set out to attend his congressional meeting, with only the clothes he was wearing and a messenger bag with a spare set of clothing, basic toiletries, and the speeches he wrote to make his case for the under- and misrepresented. He'd be gone for a week, since the meeting spanned over two days, and it took about two days to walk there. It would take another two to walk back. If he switched his set of clothes every day and washed them, he'd be fine. He practiced his speeches as he walked.
'I, Alary Dilary, stand before you to make my case for...'
Alagan woke to an empty bed. He hated when Alary was gone, but knew it was for a good reason.
Ed put down his pen. It was his first experience with writer's block and already he could tell he hated it. Uggh, stupid brain! Why can't you write?! He thought for a few more moments. He liked his characters thus far, and thought they seemed realistic enough. Oh, god, he was getting a headache. He started rubbing his temples and wracking his brain. Maybe I'm not giving Roy enough credit, he thought. At least he's getting something done! He heard the typewriter keys clicking away, and sat contemplating for a few moments.
Bryna and Brogan linked arms and skipped out of the deadly forest, finding a clear meadow they might make their camp in. They set up a bed as soft and warm as they could make it with what they had, and lay next to eachother, just cuddlin'. Then, Brogan started crawling his hands up her arms, touching her shoulders, and her neck. She sighed pleasantly in her throat, and let him continue. He started kissing her neck, and her shoulders, and the tops of her bosoms. She wrapped her arms around him, urging him to continue, and he did, a little more fervently now, and his hands continued to explore her body-
Rooy, will you come here? I need help with my story!"
Roy was pretty ticked. He was just getting his het on, and Ed had interrupted him.
"Fine, just a sec." Roy sighed. He walked into the kitchen, and sat beside Ed.
"What do you need?"
"Well, I'm stuck. Could you read it and tell me how it is?" Ah, so he concedes my ninja-skills. Very well, then.
"Okay." He read what little Ed had, and the entire time, Ed just kind of blushed and looked away, anywhere but at Roy. He didn't realize how vulnerable you made yourself when you showed others your work.
"I like it. Alary is really interesting, and Alagan seems like a good, loving partner. They're a good couple. I can't wait to see where you go with it."
Ed could have jumped for joy. Huzzaw! He hadn't even finished his story, and he'd already gotten a good review! Sic!
He sat back down, with renewed confidence and vigor. He put his pen to his paper. "Thanks, Roy!"
Alagan lay on the empty bed, acutely aware of the absence of his partner, his entire world. Though he hated it, he knew that when Alary was back, it would mean their world had become a little better through his actions, and that gave him hope and made him strong.
Alary arrived at his congressional meeting, as prepared as he would ever be to make his case. He hoped he'd make a difference to those he was trying to support.
'I, Alary Dilara, stand before you today to make a case for the 'Untouchables' of our society, namely, the homosexuals. I'm here to make a case that we are, in fact, not much different from any of you. We love and are loved by our families, friends, and our wonderful partners, who just happen to be of our same gender. As the concept of homosexuality is not harmful within itself, and that homosexuals have not commited an inordinate amount of crimes compared to heterosexuals, I would like to put it before you that homosexuals gain all the same legal rights, including marriage, as heterosexual couples...'
Alary finished his speech, and the issue of homosexual rights was put to vote. Homosexuals were given full legal rights, if only by a small margin. Alary rejoiced, and couldn't wait to return home to give his happy news to Alagan. He was so enthusiastic, he made the journey in a day and a half-night, never stopping to rest. He woke Alagan to give him his joyful tidings.
"I did it, Alagan! I did it! We'll be allowed to marry now, if we want to!"
Alary kissed Alagan lovingly on full, soft lips, running his hands passionately through Alagan's mop of of beautiful brown hair, graceful neck, and slowly over his smooth back, resting just above his callipygian backside. He gently kissed Alagan's eyes, flitting over his throat with little pecks, even kissing the hollows of his clavicles. Hell, they could think of worse ways to celebrate. He moved on, Alagan paralyzed from his lover's attentions-
Oh, crap. Ed thought. I'm writing porn!
Ed picked up his legal pad. "Roy, I need help again!"
"With what?"
"I'm writing yaoi, and it's getting pretty explicit. It's... embarrassing."
"Ed, you've lived gay porn. Why should it be embarrassing to write it?"
"Well, it's embarrassing knowing that people I know will read it!"
"Ed, stop being embarrassed and just write it. It won't feel so foreign after a while."
"Okay... I guess I'll just do that."
Ed sat back down at the kitchen table, pen contacting paper.
He moved on, Alagan paralyzed from his lover's attentions, making soft pleasurable sounds in his throat. He tried to kiss Alary back, but was only greeted with silent, insistent downward movement of soft hands over his sculpted chest, lingering on his-
God, I can't! Ed whined internally. IT'S EMBARRASSING!