Summary: In a world where Edward Elric could never see himself considering being 'gay', and in a life where Roy Mustang couldn't imagine Ed, not being gay. A story of confusion, controversy and learning to accept the true nature of . AU
A/N On The Universe: This follows neither the anime nor the manga, really, but is set in an alternate timeline and or AU. There is not going to be any Alchemy in this story, but hey I found a happy medium. I kept Ed's Auto-mail arm and leg. :D
A/N On Reviews: I adore getting feedback and constructive criticism, but I do have one request to make. When commenting, please bear in mind that your comments and suggestions, both good and bad, are your opinion only, rather than (in general) a statement of fact. It is easy to accidentally insult or offend an author by sounding demanding and entitled in a written review, and I know that is never anyone's intention. By all means tell me if you think something seems a bit off, but give a moment's thought to how the tone of your review might be received. Thanks!
-Roy-
The old familiar neighborhood flew past my window. I was brought back to the days spent under the sun as a child, playing on the hot asphalt under bare feet; when Maes and I ruled these streets, running and enjoying a much easier life.
With a sigh leaving my mouth, the Hughes' caramel house came into view. The cab Edward and I were in pulled alongside the curb and stopped.
I would never admit it aloud but my stomach fluttered with anticipation. My hand on the door handle pressed white from strain.
Edward sat on my right, cranking his neck to peer out the window in order to get a better look. Thankfully he did not see the sweat on my brow.
"431 Neid st. That'd be $25.50, sir." The balding cabby spoke over his shoulder through the thick glass partition.
He interrupted my train of thought, and for that, I was thankful. Fishing out my billfold from my inner coat pocket, I paid the man. When I looked over towards Edward, he was watching me with wide gold eyes. I tested a small smile on my lips and found it lack luster. I turned and opened the door to get out. He must have followed suit because the cab pulled away with the slam of both doors.
I was left standing there with the wind blowing through my hair, staring at my best-friends home. It sent an echo of pain through my chest. The memories of it all hurt just a little too much.
"You alright?"
Edward's voice startled me out of my daze. I glanced towards him. His brow was pinched in what appeared to be concern. It made me realize I was reflecting my emotion outwardly. I tried melding everything behind a deceitful smile
"Yeah… come on."
I laced our fingers together and pulled him towards the front door. I may have been shrouding myself with a mask of indifference, but secretly I knew Edward could tell the difference. I was grateful he didn't say anything on the topic and followed me up the steps.
I'd already warned Edward about what he should be expecting from this visit. How Elicia could be loud and boisterous and a tad too much at times. Hughes has always been right about one thing; Elicia was ridiculously adorable, with her long blonde hair and bright green eyes. She was the perfect mesh of her mother's beauty and Maes's boisterous personality. In a way, I thought Edward already knew as much and just nodded his head and replied, "I got it. I'm good with kids."
With a deep breath, I rang the doorbell. I knew I was wearing a slight smile. It was the warming memory of my friend manically talking about his daughter that put it there.
Moments later the door opened. Gracia Hughes's weary but smiling face filled my vision. A pang of longing passed through my heart at the way she whispered my name in that familiar voice. I was nearly waiting for Hughes to round the corner and envelop me in one of his welcoming embraces.
I knew it was stupid; it wasn't going to happen. But some small piece of me couldn't believe that Maes wasn't in the house, and he wasn't coming to greet me as usual.
My throat tighten, and I was on the verge of tears. Gracia must have understood, because in the next second I was being drawn over the threshold of the Hughes' house and into a warming hug.
She was so small in my arms. Well she had always been small, but for some reason, my mind was registering Gracias as even tinier than she was the last time I'd seen her.
We pulled apart at the sound of petite feet running on the floor.
"Uncle Roy!"
A ball of pink and yellow bounded into the entryway and right into my leg. * Elicia beamed a smile at me, and I took notice that her front teeth were missing as lanky arms wrapped around my legs.
"You're finally here!" the little girl spoke at a passionate volume. I couldn't help but return the smile.
"That I am, little one." I said swiping at my teary eyes and kneeling down so she could give me a better hug.
"Who's that?" She asked with peeked interest from over my shoulder.
I pulled out of the little girl's embrace and turned to look behind me. "That would be Edward." I answered with a widening smile. "He's a friend of mine…"
Edward put up a gloved hand and gave a little wave. "It's nice to meet you, Elicia."
She looked at me and then back towards the blond male behind me, before deciding he was okay and throwing herself around Edward's midsection in a welcome hug. Edward let out a breathy laugh as she nearly knocked him over with the force of her tiny body
"It's nice to meet you too." Elicia cooed burying her face into the shorter man's black shirt. I stood and watched Edward hug her back. It was a very sweet thing to be observing. For all the hard, crude crassness Edward gives off, he truly was a very kind and caring man. My heart gave a weird twisty thump in my chest at the thought, and I was glad when Gracia broke the silence.
"That's enough, Elicia. Let them come inside. They've been on a long trip, and it's chilly out here."
Listening to her mother, Elicia let go of Edward with a bright smile riding on her cheeks and a little giggle escaping her. She disappeared around the corner into the living room with her arms stretched out as if she was an air-plane, making humming noises for the engine.
Gracia herded us into the house, taking our coats and telling us to make ourselves comfortable in the living room, that dinner wouldn't be ready for at least another twenty minutes.
Edward followed on my heels; it was endearing how he wanted to be close to me. Like I was his anchor keeping him from drifting into the unknown. I snorted internally at my corniness. Real deep metaphor you constructed there. I berated myself as I stepped towards the couch to sit down.
"Uncle Roy, you wanna see my drawings? They're special." Little Elicia spoke through hurried words. Her optimism for the world was still fresh in her bright, green eyes. I could see it as she waited anxiously, rocking on the balls of her feet in front of me. I couldn't help the smile spreading across my face.
"I would love to, Elicia."
Her little face filled with excitement. "Really?" she asked, nearly jumping with glee.
I nodded my head and took a seat on the downy couch. "I'm all yours."
As Elicia darted across the room to get her art, Edward took a seat next to me. The heat from his legs brushing against mine filled me with more warmth than there should have logically been. I looked up to his face and smiled a little smirk his way. A gentle fondness softened his normally hard edges.
Moments later, Elicia came back over with a notebook filled with her drawings. She handed her book to me before climbing into the space separating Edward and me. Edward merely scooted over slightly in order to make room for the small girl.
"Go, ahead..." Elicia's little voice chipped in, giving me permission to open her book of art. Cracking open the beat-up, old notepad on its spine, I saw color-filled pages, depictions of princesses drawn in pink crayon and a yellow sun with dark black sunglasses perched on the tip of its nose.
I had to give it to her; Elicia had talent, rudimentary talent but obvious ability nonetheless. I could tell what everything was on the paper. From page to page, I could tell when she drew a horse from a cow. Every drawing was in such detail; the child had captured real life in crayon and construction paper. I was astounded.
"These are really good, Elicia…" I complimented her as I turned to the next page. She beamed up at me with a wide, cheek-cracking grin.
"You really think so?"
"That I do, kiddo." I paused to look down at her beaming face. She looked so happy caught up in the moment but I knew the truth. I had spoken to Gracia about it on the phone. The poor child was so confused about her father's death. Elicia still didn't understand Maes was never coming home again. The idea of death was a complex thing. A child shouldn't have to go through the pain of losing a parent. Elicia should never have to look Death's face in the eyes and come out understanding her beloved father was never going to come home.
It broke my heart.
Gracia entered the room at that moment, caring a tray with tea and bisques. All of our heads turned to her.
"I hope tea is alright. Maes never did like keeping coffee in the house." She spoke nonchalantly. It sent a shot of pain through my heart. Just as Elicia was confused by her father's death, Gracia was pouring herself into everything she did to keep her mind away from it. A delicate mask was placed on her face, keeping the tears I knew she has shed, away from prying sight.
"Tea is fine, Gracia."
"Uncle… look, look. This one is you." Elicia's lively voice chirped. It gathered my attention towards what she was pointing at. It was me, well me drawn in blue crayon. I chuckled deep in my chest.
"Well, look at that…" I spoke in false wonderment to entertain the little girl beside me, "…it is me."
"It even has your floppy hair." Elicia giggled.
Her voice filled with such happiness brought a smile to my face.
We all sat comfortably in the modest living room. Chatting and reminiscing about the past. Small talk of really nothing but pleasantries and daily life. Gracia asked how we met, and I nearly choked on my tea at the blush creeping up Edward's neck.
I cleared my throat to cover the laugh, "We actually met at his brother's wedding." I interjected swiftly.
Gracia's eyes widened at this bit of information as she paused in bringing the cup of tea to her lips. "A wedding? Who was getting married?" Gracia asked with genuine inquiry.
Edward's face reddened to a scarlet shade. "My brother and Riza Hawkeye, wedding..."
Gracia eye's flittered over to mine and then back to Edward's. "Oh, well isn't that endearing?" She spoke with a radiant smile gracing her face.
"Well, for that I am glad." Gracia paused leaning forward to refill her cup of tea from the teapot sitting on the coffee table. "Roy really did need to find someone compatible…
A buzzing sound from the other room could be heard off in the distance.
"That would be dinner…" Gracia spoke, standing and making her way into the kitchen. "Roy, could you be a dear and come help me in the kitchen?" She asked before disappearing around the corner.
Frowning I stood, "I'll be right back little one," I offered Elicia with a tap to her button-nose. She giggled and scooted closer into Edward's side. My eyes drifted to the handsome man.
"I'll be right back," I whispered holding Edward's yellow gaze. My hand traced his jaw as I moved passed him.
Edward's next lungful went in deep and came out on a sigh. "Yeah, I got this, go. I'll be fine," he replied, his breath brushing my wrist. A shudder traced up my spine visibly as I moved my hand away and continued towards the kitchen.
When I rounded the kitchen corner, Gracia was pulling something piping-hot out of the oven. She must have heard me entering "Be a dear, and get the stuff out of the fridge for a salad."
My frown deepened. I could tell Gracia was putting on a front, a very desperate front. Not wanting to show her sorrow, she was being strong at a time when she should be doing nothing but grieving.
Had she grieved at all? I was beginning to have speculations. But no, she was crying on the phone to me the night before. I had heard her tears clear as a summer storm brewing.
Then what? Was she putting this farce on for me… for us, because she had guests in her home? Or was it for little Elicia who didn't understand what had happened to her father?
My head was spinning with questions I dare not ask. I didn't want to be the one to stir the already-over-boiling pot of chaos.
Instead, I stepped towards the fridge with calm, even steps and began gathering everything I would need. Placing it all on the counter, I turned to the sink as I mundanely rolled up the sleeves of my white dress shirt and washed my hands. All the while my insides danced to the tune of too many turning-questions.
"Edward seems to be a nice person." Gracia's soft voice pulled me out of my pensiveness.
A smile tugged on the corner of my mouth at the thought of Edward's kindness. "Yeah, he's a good man," I replied reaching for the vegetables on the counter, readying them to be washed as well.
Gracia made a small sound in her chest and drew my attention to her. Cocking an eyebrow at her over my shoulder, "What?" I asked with a widening smile as I caught a gleam of something playful in her eyes.
"Nothing…" Gracia answered, nonchalantly shrugging her shoulders as she unwrapped the foil covering the pot she has taken out of the oven moments before.
"What?!"
I turned away from the sink to look directly at the woman in front of me.
"What is it?" I asked again, the smile never leaving my lips.
Gracia broke eye contact with me and looked back down towards the pot-roast in front of her. "It's just…" She stopped to click her tongue.
"It's just what… Gracia?" My brow pinched together in befuddlement.
"It just, I haven't seen that sort of look in your eyes since Henry…"
I felt my insides twist at the mention of Henry, my first real lover…The only man I ever came close to loving…
Until now that is… That thought nearly sent my heart straight through my throat.
I love Edward.
I gripped the edge of the counter at my back and laughed out loud with enlightenment. How had I not realized it until now? All those squiggly emotions in my chest, oh god. I love him.
My grip on the counter released, and instead I clutched at my chest.
Oh, god. I love Edward.
"You didn't know, did you?" Gracia asked after a long pregnant pause. She must have been observing my reaction, because I was completely at a loss at how to reply.
I opened my mouth before closing it again just as quickly. Nothing wanted to come to the surface.
I love him.
Except those three little words. They kept repeating through my head like a sickening theme song to a high-school drama series.
"Oh, god." I spoke with startling resolution. My heart felt heavy but light at the same time. I wanted to cry and laugh, maybe even throw up. This was a heady emotion; I could feel my face alight in flames.
"The only reason I bring any of this up, Roy," Gracia started again, "is, well you see…I got a phone call from Henry last night."
'Wait—', "What? Why is Henry calling you?"
A sad expression overcame Gracia's fair face. Her eyelids dropped slightly, and a glassy look shimmered in the depths of her brown eyes.
"Henry was Meas's friend, Roy. He wants to pay his respects tomorrow." Her voice sounded broken as she spoke. She obviously didn't want to be talking about this.
My argument flew out the window just as quickly as it had come.
It really shouldn't bother me this much; I should've been okay with seeing Henry again. It was almost ten years ago; I should've gotten over it all already.
Should've, could've, would've.
I wasn't though, if I was at least being honest with myself. I'd never really gotten over the heart break of losing Henry. For fuck sake, I had never really had Henry to begin with. I sighed deeply and felt my throat tighten at my thoughts.
Henry had fucked and sucked anything that would bend over or spread their legs for him – male or female. Sadly, I was included in all that but I didn't know until the end of our affair. I thought we'd been in love. It was all bullshit…
There was a magical hypnotism about Henry, a certain characteristic about his charisma in which Henry reveled. It didn't hurt either that Henry was deadly gorgeous, all sharp angles and plump lips.
"Oh Roy, don't look so glum." Gracia sighed, drawing me out of the brooding state I was in.
I blinked rapidly and cleared my voice.
"Y-yes. I understand completely." I forced it out, not wanting the words in my mouth any longer than they needed to be there.
I turned back towards the sink, trying my hardest not to betray my internal feelings. I was failing; this I knew for certain. My grief was displayed for Gracia's forbearing eyes.
The sound of heels clicking on the tile floor could be heard but I didn't turn around. Instead, I busied myself with washing the carrots and lettuce.
"Roy." A gentle hand touched my bare forearm, turning my attention towards Gracia. There was genuine concern in the depths of her brown eyes. "Do not worry yourself with his presence. Henry will just be another face in the crowd."
Her words did little to settle my anxiety about seeing Henry tomorrow. I tried pushing my feelings aside for now and nodded my head. I placed my left hand on her which was still touching my arm,
"All will be fine, Gracia."
The lie tinged my tongue with a sour-bitterness. I ignored it and turned back to the carrots that needed to be chopped, busying myself with a mundane tasks.
"Besides, you have Edward now." Gracia pointed out as she walked back towards the pot-roast sitting on the cutting board, ready for carving.
A fluttering, queasy feeling took hold of my stomach, and I dropped the carrot I'd been peeling to the bottom of the sink.
Edward. The boy's name flashed in my mind followed by his bright yellow eyes.
The orange carrot stared back towards me dauntingly, as if it could decipher my feelings and thoughts. I frowned down towards the ugly vegetable. How could I love Edward, when I still carried a torch for Henry…?
It was a heavy question; I had no answer...
I was never supposed to get this deep… Never allow someone, so, so, far inside my walls…
I could feel Edward's indent on my life. His hand wrapped so fiercely around my heart, a five fingers imprint, which would never go away. Even if he let go, the marks would still be there... mutating my heart until it ached. That boy had left an everlasting impression on me, and I would never be the same.
My heart hurts. I unconsciously rubbed my hand along my chest.
A touch to my shoulder startled me out of my contemplation. Gracia was smiling warmly when I turned to her, "Why don't you go back into the living room. I'll finish up in here."
I was grateful for the excuse to leave the room, because I needed a moment to gather myself. Gracia knew this, how could she not. It was written all over me. I felt uncomfortable and very unsettled in my own skin.
Nodding my head once, I ripped a paper towel off the rack next to the sink, and politely excused myself.
Stepping into the room adjacent to the kitchen, I let out a wet, shaky sigh. My heart felt tied in knots, and I couldn't catch my breath. I knew I was on the brink of having a panic attack. I needed to sort through my rapidly spinning thoughts.
Elicia's voice from the living room drew my attention that way.
"—See that's why daddy is in the sky. He's an Angel now…" My heart clenched at what I heard. It was then that I realized my personal problems could be dealt with later. I wasn't here to figure out my relationship plans with either man but to mourn the loss of my best friend. I was being a righteous, selfish prick.
I shoved all my emotions for Henry, all my feelings for Edward, and my commitment issues right down inside, tucked away for a later examination. I didn't feel one hundred percent, but at least I wasn't about to jump out of my skin. I counted that as a positive.
Smoothing my hands down the front of my slacks, I hurriedly unrolled my sleeves, readjusted them and took another calming breath before entering the room.
What I saw made my traitorous heart skip a beat from an overdose of affection. Edward and Elicia sat adjacent from each other, the coffee table between the two. Paper and crayons, markers and pens littered the surface in a multicolored rainbow of sorts.
I ducked back around the corner just to watch and observe them interacting.
"Well, I think he needs some wings to be an angel." Edward smiled, leaning over and drawing something on the paper in front of Elicia.
Whatever he drew made little Elicia's eyes brighten with joy, a wide smile growing on her petite face as she beamed towards Edward with delight.
"Now he really looks like an angel!"
The stolen moment made my heart melt all the more. I continued to watch silently.
"Hey wait a minute, is that me?" Edward asked, suddenly pointing to something on the paper out of my line of sight.
Elicia blinked towards him, still smiling and replied, "Yeah. See it's got your yellow hair, and you're really short!" She said it with such innocence. I think that's what made it so hilarious. I had to bite my lip not to bark out with a boisterous laugh.
Edward scowled. What was he supposed to do? He couldn't yell at the poor child. He merely gritted his teeth. "I guess I could see the resemblance," he nearly growled out.
This time I allowed myself to at least snicker as I finally entered the room.
"What are you two up to?" I asked still smiling, both of their faces turning towards my voice. Edward's face was humming with a reddened glow along the edges. I turned my eyes to the child next to him, sweeping in, picking her up, and tickling her tummy.
Elicia giggled, showing off a wide, toothless smile as I sat down and placed her in my lap on the opposite side of where Edward was. I wasn't using Elicia as a shield to repel Edward. 'Okay maybe I was…' I felt like a coward, but I needed time to think things over. 'Rome wasn't built in a day.' I thought idly. Elicia beamed up towards me; her smile was contagious, and I found myself easily forgetting all my thoughts and worries.
"We are drawing, Uncle Roy! Wanna see?" she asked hurriedly, "Edward made Daddy into a real angel, see!"
A paper was shoved into my face. My eyes took a moment to adjust, and I vainly told myself it wasn't because of my age.
It was true. It was a drawing of Maes, which Elicia and Edward drew, depicting him high in the sky with widely-spread feathery wings. 'Edward must have drawn the wings; they look two artfully drawn for a six-year-old to have done herself.' I thought, looking at the details of the white and blue wingspan. *I didn't know Edward could draw.
I looked over towards him and said as much.
The reddened tinge riding on the peaks of his cheeks, darkened at my words. "I dabble…" he mumbled under his breath, scratching at the back of his neck with his right arm.
Edward wouldn't make eye contact with me, so I dropped the topic.
Besides Elicia pulled my attention back down towards the drawing.
"That's you Uncle Roy…" She smiled, pointing with a chubby finger to a dark haired man in a navy over coat, drawn crudely with crayon. "—and that Mommy, and me." She continued in her sing-song voice. "And that Edward; he's short."
"I am not that short!" Edward demanded.
It made Elicia giggle harder, "Yes you are!" She joked sticking her tongue out at the blond man.
"Am not…" he argued, crossing his arms in front of his chest in a pouting fit, that didn't look right on a man of his age.
"—is, too…"
I laughed at the way the two were going at each other. It was pure entertainment.
"Am not, you little brat!" Edward pouted as if he was the child in this arrangement.
"You are on the short side of the scale, Edward." I added, agreeing with Elicia.
A golden gaze of doom was turned onto me, "That's enough out of you." Edward scowled more playful than not.
I put my hands up in defense, "I am merely making an observation…"
"Yeah… yeah…" Edward mocked. "Well, keep it to yourself."
I laughed. Edward glowered, and Elicia giggled.
After dinner, we didn't hang about. Elicia was getting ready for bed, and we all had a very long day ahead of ourselves tomorrow.
I kissed Gracia's cheek and told her I'd see her bright and early in the morning. Elicia was already in the bath, so I told Gracia to give her my love, and we left.
The ride back to the manor was spent in silence. I still didn't know what to feel about being alone with Edward. My emotions were still out of sorts. The thoughts of having to see Henry tomorrow sent cold chills of anxiety up my spine.
I didn't know what to do about it. Should I tell Edward, or just hope I didn't run into Henry tomorrow? The latter was stupid; of course I would have to talk to him! I couldn't spend the entirety of the funeral hiding. Could I? No, no. I couldn't. I needed to face this fear head on.
Fuck, this was a fuck up. I just wanted to go crawl into bed and sleep off this exhaustion that was making my bones ache.
I sighed and slid my eyes shut. I just wanted this day to be over.
-Edward-
The whole cab ride back to the manor, Roy was acting strange. If I had to put a label on it, he was being distant, more so than before. It left me with unsettling feelings coursing under my skin. The man sat quietly and stared contemplatively out the window. Not saying a single word since speaking our goodbyes at the Hughes' home.
It left me wondering if I had done something to upset or displease the other man. I raked my memory and nothing came to my mind.
Then I reminded myself to quit acting like a girl and man up to the situation, simply ask what the hell was wrong with him. Of course I waited till we got back to the manor with the door firmly closed behind us before asking.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Okay maybe that wasn't asking but demanding… Who said I was claiming to be good at this sort of thing?
Roy merely sighed and swept his black –tired- eyes towards me, "Nothing is wrong Ed—"
"Bullshit…" I interrupted, pointing a metal finger towards his chest accusatively. "You've been acting all strange since leaving Gracia."
Roy let out another weary sigh. Ignoring my finger, he turned his back toward me and headed for the staircase.
"If you are quite finished with your tantrum, I would like to go to bed. It's been a long and tiring day."
A flash of rage erupted in my belly at being brushed off like a child. I grabbed him by the sleeve of his navy overcoat, "No, I ain't finished, you bastard."
Roy halted in his steps, his back going ramrod straight before another visible emotion crept through his stature. When Roy turned his black eyes, they were sharp with an acute anger, and it was all directed at me.
Fuck me…
I took a step back unintentionally, and Roy descended like a panther disguised in human flesh. I swallowed audibly.
"L-look, I was just worried…" I stuttered uncharacteristically as I was walked backwards into the door we entered. How the hell had that happened? I wondered silently with the hard wood pressing into my back.
Roy wasn't saying anything, merely watching me with an unknown emotion floating in the depth of his eyes. He stepped in close, close enough I could smell his aftershave clinging to his cheeks and neck. A thousand and one butterflies erupted in my stomach. I felt one of Roy's warm hands slip into my hair, while his other disappeared down the arch of my back.
"W-what a-are you doing!" I yelped as the hand on my back grabbed a handful of my rear end, hoisting me inwards and upwards. I all but moaned as Roy rubbed himself against me.
I watched Roy raise a fucking superior eyebrow and lean in closer; all the while I stood my ground, our chests pressed tightly together.
"Isn't this what you want, Edward?" Roy's voice dropped a register, a low hum that burrowed into me, making my hair stand on ends. The heat of our lower extremities rubbed together again. It was making it rather hard to concentrate on the problem at hand…
Which was what, again…? I fumbled internally to remember how to work my mouth.
"I-I- we… I-I…"I licked my lips and my hips hitched forward unintentionally into blissful friction. Instead of words, a tight groan slipped out. My eyes slid closed as Roy spoke so close I could feel the taller man's misty breath ghosting across my cheek and lips.
"Tell me, Edward…" Roy's voice was thick and rough. The hand on the base of my head slipped up into my hair and removed the rubber band holding the high ponytail. All my blond hair came tumbling down around my ears. "…you have my undivided attention."
His long fingers scraped my scalp before running through strands of my golden hair. Roy's grip tightened abruptly and tugged my head backwards roughly. I made an undignified sound in my throat at the sudden bout of pain.
I gasped the man's name and was rewarded with his lips skimming my vulnerable jugular. I made an 'hn' noise in my throat in response, and I tried to silence the sounds I was emitting. I could feel my cheeks flaming from embarrassment from being so very aroused by Roy's rougher treatment.
"What do you want from me…?" Roy spoke quietly but sharply, unyielding as steel against my throat.
The words almost burnt against my flesh. 'Something wasn't right here.' Warning bells were sounding in my ears through the cloudy haze building around my forethoughts. I was having a hard time intelligently rationalizing through the throb of my pulse in my throat and dick.
I licked my lips, trying to focus on the fact that something was off. Roy was being aggressive and rough; whereas he'd been so caring and gentle the last time we'd…
My pensive state was cut short with a gasp escaping my mouth. Roy hoisted my smaller frame up the wooden door and wedged his knee between my own, levering them apart so he could fit there, nudging and rubbing into my throbbing crotch. I bit my lip to silence any more distressing sounds.
Roy was aroused beneath his trousers. I could feel his dick biting into my hip. It was hot even though our layers of clothing.
"Because—"Roy whispered I could feel his lips moving against the flesh of my neck, his hand still roughly holding my head at an awkward angle. "I'll tell you exactly what I want from you…"
A shot of lust ripped through my stomach and straight through to my dick at Roy's harshly passionate words. I kept my lips compressed together and my eyes screwed shut. The haze around my head was making it harder and harder to remember why I should be realizing there was something wrong here.
Roy took my silence and started mouthing at my neck with his tongue and teeth in fierce sucking kisses. Oh, fucking god, yes! I tried, I really did try to concentrate on reasons why I should be trying to push him away but I couldn't find any; it felt too damn good. I was dizzy from it all, the intense sensation and the feel of Roy's muscles shifting under my hands. –When had I raised my hands to his back?-
I already felt drunk from it – lost in the excitement and ecstasy – even before Roy basically ripped off my red jacket down my arms and pulled my black shirt overhead, then over his shoulder.
He paused in his assault, "God, you're gorgeous."
Hands skimmed down over my chest, over my blush creeping along under wandering fingers. Roy gripped my pants by the seam, his four long fingers disappearing down the front. A gasp escaped me, and then I couldn't stop the moan from bubbling forward as I felt his fingers skimming the base of my cock. He abruptly let go of my sore hair, pulling me forwards as he walked backwards.
My dick led the way, and I followed like the love sick fool I was. Roy's head dipped down – hand cupping my cheek – and his mouth came down on mine powerfully, leaving me starving for more, like a starving man given the barest amount of food. Roy pulled back slightly and said, in that quiet voice of his, the kind of voice that liquefied my spine. "… I want you to fuck me—."
To be continued…
Side note:
1. Elicia Hughes: In the series, she is about 3-5 (by the end). In this story, I've made her six. It never says it, but Roy mentions that she is missing her front teeth, eluding to her age.
2. I've always thought that since Edward could draw perfect transmutation circles, he probably wasn't a bad artist. In this universe, drawing is Edward's – not well known – secret. (And as my beta reader pointed out, yes Edward can draw.)
A/N: Okay, this chapter post is like 2 months late. I am sorry but I had an accident. I'm alright, healed(or healing) and healthy now. What happen was I tripped a fell and nearly broke my hand. It bent completely backwards at my wrist and it hurt like a bitch. I'm fine, just have to wear a brace. It hinders my typing, though. I hope to have the next chapter out soon, its in the works right now...
Thank you for all the lovely reviews and follows, you all are amazing. And an extra special thank you towards my Beta reader! Without you, I would be a mess.
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