Sight (Part 2)

Edward curled up on his bed as Al finally left, tongue flicking out to run across his lower lip. In a way, he felt bad; he had ushered his brother out quite quickly, but he needed time to think. By himself.

Ed would have paid, in that moment, to be able to see his expression; it was unnerving, feeling all these tumultuous emotions and not seeing how they affected his face.

Roy…had kissed him. Not only that, but the man had said he had wanted to do that for a long time. How long was a long time? Was that creepy, or sweet?

Allowing his head to come to a rest on his knees, Edward sighed. He couldn't handle all of this. He was blinded now, by his own mind, and now Roy had brought up all this confusion. How was Ed even supposed to begin asking the most important question: how did he feel about what had happened?

Because he certainly hadn't tried to stop it.

Almost groaning aloud, Edward pulled his head back up. The worst part was, he couldn't do anything about it but wait. Roy would come back…right?

Then again, who had told him to stay put? The doctor? No. Roy. The same man who then kissed him, and walked out. Did he really have to listen to orders from someone so…flaky?

Ed grinned, and uncurled his legs, swinging them unseeingly over the side of his bed for the second time that day. How hard could it be to get to the hall? And from there, he'd eventually bump into someone, who could direct him to Roy. Simple.

Edward stuck to the wall, one hand on it and the other stretched out in front of him. He let out a little sound of victory when he successfully navigated around a table instead of running into it, and from there it was a short jaunt (and one trip, actually, over a loose tile…or at least, that's what he thought it was) to the door.

And then came the hallway. Ed whipped his head back and forth (yeah, that did a lot), trying to decide which direction he should take. Whatever—either one would work.

To his great surprise, though he heard plenty of footsteps, he didn't run into anyone. Of course not—they could all see Edward coming. What a strange thought. Eventually, though, a hand gripped his arm.

"Excuse me, sir, but what are you doing?"

Oh, Ed could just picture this woman. The kind of person who shouldn't have become a nurse, testy and impatient, and her grip was way too tight. And that tone—not the friendliest. "Trying to find someone. And unless you know where Colonel Roy Mustang is, you can let go of my arm now."

"You can't see, can you, sir?"

Edward only sighed, knowing where this was going. "No," he answered, jerking away from the woman.

"Then you can't be wandering—"

"I'll stop wandering when I find him!" Ed interrupted, continuing onward. There was a doorway on the left—another hallway, maybe—

"Sir!" He felt the nurse grasping at his shirt, but it was too late. Edward gasped, then shouted as he tumbled down a (thankfully) short flight of stairs.

"Oww…" he moaned.

"Ed?"

Oh, now Roy had to be all fucking convenient and right in front of him. "You son of a bitch," Edward muttered.

"What the hell are you doing?" the man asked, picking him up. Ed's heart stuttered a bit, wondering if Roy was glad to be this close again.

"Looking for you! You didn't seriously expect me to just stay put after you—you kiss me and then run off like that, did you?"

Oh, it killed him in that moment to not be able to see Roy's face in response to his challenge. Scowling slightly, he rubbed his hands on his aching bum.

Finally, he heard a sigh. "Look, let's get you back to your room, then we can talk." Suddenly, Edward was airborne—had Roy just picked him up?

Hands settling into place under his back and knees confirmed it. "Put me down!" Ed yelled, twisting about and trying to ignore a maddening blush that was growing on his face. "What the fuck!?"

"Calm down!" the man demanded. "It's easier than trying to guide you back up the stairs, and if you keep struggling like that I'm going to drop you!"

True. But Edward decided to use that moment as a test of sorts. "You wouldn't actually drop me." If Roy would, then…the kiss was a fluke, or something to that effect. If not…

Ed could actually feel the heat emanating from the man's face as he answered, and cheered a little on the inside (though his face was probably also reddening). "No, you're right, I wouldn't."

Heart hammering, Edward found himself unable to speak until he was laid—gently, he might add—onto his hospital bed. After a moment, he felt Roy sit down next to him. Silence.

"Well?" Ed prompted.

"I wanted to kiss you," Roy stated simply, though Edward could sense the struggle it took to admit that.

"Why?" he whispered, curling up again. Not being able to see, feeling like Roy was watching him…it made Ed feel so vulnerable.

"Because…" the man seemed to be searching for words. "I admire you. You're so strong, so confident, so snarky…and I'm not going to pretend I don't find you attractive. The thought of kissing you had crossed my mind before, but seeing you so off guard—I couldn't help myself."

Edward's face was flaming as he absorbed this. "That's so unfair," he finally murmured. "That you'd only do that when I'm all disarmed like that. That you couldn't do it when I'm—when I'm at least paying attention so I can react right…"

"Oh? And how would you react, given the chance?" There was a teasing, curious quality to the man's voice.

"I don't know."

A sudden shift in the bed, and Roy's hand was on his knee, breath fanning out across Edward's face. "Can I try again, then?"

Oh. Oh. Breath hitching just slightly, Ed nodded hesitantly.

And then those warm lips were back on his own.

It was better, knowing it was coming. Slowly, Edward allowed his own mouth to move, opening slightly. He jumped a little when he felt Roy's tongue slip past his lips, but ended up whimpering at the feeling.

The man pushed harder this time, cupping Ed's cheek and—almost against his will—Edward felt his hands creep up to tangle in Roy's hair…

And then it was over. The man backed off, but not so far that Edward couldn't feel his panting breaths. "Well?" he asked, voice husky.

Ed shivered. Well? He didn't know. Yes, he enjoyed it, but…it felt so wrong to like what had just happened. This was Roy, this was his superior, this…this was a man with a warm mouth and hands that felt so good on his face… "I wish I could see you right now," he whispered as an answer.

"And why is that?" Roy asked, scooting up to wrap an arm around Edward.

A deep breath. "Because…because I think I liked it."

Ed was pulled down until his head rested against Roy's chest. He hummed softly as the man spoke. "You'll see eventually." Roy planted a light kiss on his head. "Maybe that will be what makes you regain your sight—the desire to see me."

Edward poked Roy, the egotistical ass, but he was smiling. "Yeah…maybe."

Hope you like the continuation :) Shoutout to Tsumi Tsukiko for calling Roy an "opportunistic bastard" in the reviews, that cracked me up.