A/N: Morning as usual, despite the actual hour (I mean, for me, it's definitely not morning). Here's a long chapter with lots of swears (a little less than usual, though), graphic stuff and more fluff I thought I could get out of me, even though I'm not that fond of it.
Whatever, I'll save the rambling to myself. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you will enjoy. Please don't forget to review, follow and favourite!
Oh, oh! And more holiday feels, because the best thing about summer is that the winter is coming closer and closer! Hooray to that :D
Tsk. Now on with the real reason of my notes...
Chapter 13 – With black and yellow
Edward frankly didn't know what devil put that outrageous thought in his mind. How could he, instead of going to a loud pub filled with people, ended up buying two cups of hot mulled wine and walking to a familiar residence where he wasn't supposed to show up again. In all the ringing cacophony, it was now or never, and Ed preferred hanging on all the possibilities than letting the time pass and regret not doing a thing.
But in front of Roy, he was at a loss of words and mechanically asked if he wanted some wine. He was too confused with his previous actions to allow his mind to actually process what he was saying. He fought the urge to burry himself somewhere deep and disappear from the hungry naked eye of the world. He was already imagining how the elder would snap and yell to him or throw him out of his garden, or maybe burn him on the spot or-
"Sure, thank you" Roy said warmly and took the cup, sniffing the liquid contently. It smelled undeniably good.
Half of the blond alchemist wanted to slap himself for those preposterous worries, but the other wanted to punch Roy for being so nice out of nowhere. Maybe a part of the second half also wanted to hug him, but instead of any of the former, he chose to dumbly stare at Roy who slowly seeped the wine, the soft steam making his round cheeks rosy, like of a child in the fresh snow.
"Mhm, it's very good"
"Yeah, glad you like it..." Ed replied awkwardly.
Roy, despite his apparent iron composure, wanted to bang his head in a wall or shoot himself with anything, even a water pistol would do. He was inwardly overwhelmed by so many emotions. Ed was so damn manly, coming to his house and all! Why didn't he think of that? He felt like jumping on the boy to ask his forgiveness and, why not, ask him to be together again? Hell, he'd even beg him. He would do virtually everything. He was desperate enough to do any of them.
'Wow, so great to be courted by someone' he internally grinned, feeling like a damsel in a tower out of the sudden. He frowned upon the thought. He decided he didn't like that.
He prudently chose not to rush things. He first needed to know whether Ed came to plainly throw a fit in front of his house or just to apologise or wish him a good year or whatever. He politely closed the door behind him and opened his mouth to say something, but he was cut off.
"Going out somewhere?" Ed manned up for a second, instantly regretting it. He was beet red. 'Argh, be a man' he mentally scolded. This was the most embarrassing moment of his life, he knew he was an idiot for showing up at the man's doorstep - again, that is – he was a sappy excuse of a cliché and disgusting and he hated himself-
"Sure, want to come along?"
"Alright" Ed responded firmly. 'WHAT?!' he screamed inside of his mind. Praying all the gods he knew to prevent Roy from noticing he was blushing hysterically due to the simple act of talking to him, he lead the way out of the garden, walking slowly to wait for Roy to lock his door.
Of course Roy noticed the redness in Ed's cheeks, but he was equally red in his cheeks and flustered to actually care about that. Thank the height difference for the blond man's ignorance.
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Madame Christmas lit up one of her favourite flavoured cigarettes and blew the smoke in the heavy alcohol-scented air. The tainted floral fragrance tickled her nose and she smiled contently. The club was full and she was, surprisingly enough, surrounded by Roy's handpicked squad, in her opinion a bunch of occasional drunkard idiots, but good hearted and unquestionably loyal.
"I'm tellin' ya, I mean I am, you know, I say that it was the guy with the horse" Breda mumbled, obviously muzzy even though it was so early.
"IT WAS THE HORSE!" Havoc concluded loudly and almost hit Hawkeye's chin with his head when he suddenly sprung out of his chair. She threw him a glare and he retreated back on the chair like a lost puppy.
They were discussing an old case they had in their very first year under Mustang's command. Chris provided the five members of the squad with sufficient booze and a private booth so they could talk whatever they wanted and enjoy the night together.
She left the tipsy officers alone, knowing that Hawkeye's responsible-adult instincts would kick in if they were needed. She went to the bar and nodded to the girls who were working hard on satisfying all their customers with their orders. They were doing a fine job, as usual. She inhaled another load of smoke and scanned the main room. She was surprised that Roy hasn't shown up yet, it was past time the hour he usually came there, or maybe he decided to go somewhere else.
Or perhaps his brain wasn't as fried as she thought it was. That wouldn't be so bad, not at all... It was amusing how easily the rumours came to her ears.
She smirked and blew the smoke away, watching it dissipate in the air like it has never existed.
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Roy and Edward slowly walked down the crowded streets of Central City. It seemed like everyone was eager to watch the big fiery flowers on the sky, as the children on Roy's street called them. The great annual fireworks. This year, the raven haired General messed up with them a little, adding some very spectacular effects to them granted his alchemical aptitudes. He was sure the brats would love them.
Not sure what to say, Ed followed Roy quietly. What was he supposed to do? It was a bad idea, the whole thing, he knew it.
"It's rather crowded tonight" Roy started and took the final sip of his wine before throwing the empty cup in a trashcan, looking into the distance up ahead.
A few children tangled between the two of them and hid behind their backs, laughing cheerfully. Ed stiffed and raised his arms to protect himself from the spinning kids that assaulted them with their sickening happiness.
"Easy, little monsters" Roy said and patted their covered heads. Their parents ran after them, and the mother stopped Roy to apologise. "Ah, Mister Mustang, I'm so sorry, they're so wild"
The older alchemist waved his hand in dismissal. "No problem, Misses Dramps! Can't blame them for having a good time. Happy Holidays!"
"Thank you, you too, Mister Mustang!" she said and then grabbed her husband who managed to mumble a 'Happy Holidays' before he was dragged after the four unruly boys by his wife.
Roy smiled softly and looked at Edward. "My neighbours" he explained and started walking again. The blond disposed of his cup as well and followed the man.
On their way, they chatted lightly, similar to what they used to do at a midnight coffee. It felt nostalgic and surprisingly good, walking like equals and friends. No ranks, no swears, no hate – just a good natured friendship. It brought back good old memories.
They found a quiet spot to sit on a clean bench. It was cold, however supportable. The pale light of the lantern beside them cupped the fine features of the younger man's face, complementing his light coloured hair. He looked obviously distressed and unconsciously fumbled with his gloves, his eyes focused on the snow rather than anything else. Roy didn't know what to do with himself, wanting to say something and not really knowing how to start.
Taking a deep breath, Ed slowly approached Roy and shyly put his head on top of his shoulder. Instinctively, Roy lowered it and allowed the blond better access to the hollow under his neck. They stood like that for a long time, looking at the frozen lake before them and enjoying the warmth between them.
Dark gruesome thoughts forming in his mind, Roy decided to break the silence that wrapped heavily around them. "Edward, I wanted to say... how to put it more accurately..." Perfect, now was the ideal time to mumble and trip in his words.
"I'm sorry" Ed said plainly, without moving from Roy's shoulder. The elder's eyes widened, for a moment sparkling with fear. Why was he sorry? Maybe he was sorry that he heightened his hopes and he walked with him just to console his feelings?
Roy gently pushed Edward off of him and lowered his eyes to look directly into his "Ed, please, don't do this out of pity. I understand and I agree with your decision on leaving. It was irresponsible of me to drag you into my problems. I have to apologise, not you. Ignore what happened, please"
The molten gold in Ed's eyes suddenly darkened, the colour boiling harder than ever at the sight of the onyx in front of them.
He knew those eyes all too well. Roy braced himself for a hit or anything that could bring him pain to a certain extent, but he didn't expect surprisingly bold lips to crash onto his. It felt like they belonged there, it felt... like home. Passionately and definitely without any restraints, Roy returned the kiss heatedly. He was a starved man who captured his prey and was hungrily devouring it.
Coming back to his senses, Mustang pushed the younger officer away from him and measured him. They were both panting and short breathed, a tinge of red painting their pale complexes.
"Edward, if you don't mean it-"
"I do! Damn it, you're so bloody stupid!" Ed grabbed Roy's scarf and brought him closer to him. "You're a big time idiot if you think I don't mean it! I don't give a damn that you're a perverted old man who lives like a depressive hobo in a huge house and with a shitty past! I don't care about what you did or didn't and I definitely don't regret anything! It was me who agreed to stay by your side, put that in your stupid mind! I was so happy that you told me about your family, I could burst!"
Roy watched dumbly. "Then why did you run away?"
"Because I was afraid! Because... because I fucking love you, you... you bastard!" Ed yelled, sounding more like he was threatening Roy. He pinned his eyes down, embarrassed. He jumped off the bench and stood inertly in front of it, still not looking up.
Roy's heart literally skipped a beat. He left the bench and reached up to cup Ed's pointy chin. He slowly caressed the soft skin with his thumb. The younger alchemist looked up at those black eyes filled with awe and adoration, momentarily looking brighter, almost starry. He gulped.
"Do... do you mean it, Edward?" Roy asked carefully.
Ed shook lightly and looked away. "Of course I do! Don't make me say it again, it's embarrassing"
"Are you embarrassed with me?" he further questioned.
Ed stared intently and then replied "No"
"You see, then... I would love to be the only one you have if you give me the honour of being the only one I have" Roy spoke low, using some of the words Ed said a few days before. The shorter man smiled that his plastic sentence was remembered.
"I would love it, too" the smile on Ed's face was addictive, so bright and pure.
Roy couldn't help smiling as well. "Damn, I love you too much to put it into words" he confessed again and hugged Edward with all he had. The blond muttered a silent "I love you too" that was barely audible, but Roy's eager ears caught it, his mind replaying the words over and over again in their maddening embrace. Ed returned the hug and rose on his toes to lovingly capture his lips in a slow and meaningful kiss, a kiss that marked their words like a vow of devotion.
*BOOM*
A sudden noise startled the pair and they broke the kiss, though none didn't let go of the other. They both looked around them and Roy would have snapped his fingers if Ed didn't catch his hand and showed him the sky up above with his free hand. Roy moved his eyes to his pointed direction and smiled.
"Oh, I see my trick worked..." he muttered to himself as the flashes took diverse shapes of animals, flowers, hearts and many other objects. Ed was fascinated by the colourful show on the sky, this being the first time he ever assisted to such a splendid scene. It wasn't the first time he has ever seen fireworks, but never like that. Central City's pyrotechnical show wasn't so popular for nothing. It was as if, for a short while, the sky lit up like it was daylight displaying and not just colours dancing through the blinding darkness.
He involuntarily squeezed Roy's hand, making the other look at him. Ed finally appeared his age or maybe younger, his features completely relaxed with beaming happiness carved on his smooth skin. Roy felt like a teenager again, so young and careless. "Do you like them?" Ed couldn't talk, he simply nodded and continued watching the magnificent show.
After a good half an hour, the lights stopped and left behind them the usual smoke, a lot less thanks to Roy's innovative idea regarding the rockets' composition. Edward blinked a few times and then looked at his lover.
"It was unique, thank you. I suppose you were the one who made them do those things" the blond assumed and the other nodded.
"I'm glad you liked them" he replied and hugged Ed again. They stood like that, enjoying the touch they shared.
"Oh, Roy?" Ed suddenly made.
"Hm?"
"Happy New Year, I guess"
"Oh, yes" Roy said and scratched his head sheepishly. He was so overwhelmed that he completely forgot about the real reason of the show. "Happy New Year to you too, Edward" They both smiled, their jaws aching from the excess of it, and kissed again, forgetting about everything and anything. It was only them that mattered.
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Chris Mustang went to the separated booth where she was greeted by the cheerful group. Even Hawkeye loosened up her tightness and she was lightly leaning against a groggy Jean, rather maudlin despite his usual demeanour. Regardless all that, at the loud sound coming from the outside, his mood swung to the happiest extent of the palette of human feelings.
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!" he wished loudly, the others soon returning his exploding mirth. The older woman smiled and wished them the same. She took a clean glass from the table and filled it with champagne and then toasted with everyone at the table, just like she previously did with her working girls, who were, after all, like an adopted family after everything they went through together.
She looked at each of them, studying them with an expert eye. They had different personalities, but they were all working very well as a team. Hawkeye was like a mother bear to them all, her sense of responsibility and professionalism intact at any given time. Havoc was the typical dumb blond in aspect, but was a man with sharp instincts and a good heart. Breda had a great brain for strategizing and was a shrewd character, despite his crassness. Falman's ridiculously accurate memory always came in handy and he was the sense of equilibrium the eccentric team needed. And, of course, there was the small Fury, his shyness and, in the same time, boldness being a valuable asset to them all. Chris was thankful to them for holding her nephew's back for all that time, thus earning a spot in her heart.
As she was studying their faces, the five pairs of eyes gazed through Chris, who was standing with her back at the door. She instinctively lowered her hand to the knife she had hidden underneath her black stockings, but the voice of the person of interest calmed her.
"As drunk as sailors, I see" Olivier Armstrong made and snatched a chair for her, showing Miles and her brother two other unoccupied chairs. "Can we crash at your table?"
Accompanied by loud laughter, the three officers were greeted at the table and they exchanged their wishes.
After some time, Jean was done with being eaten by curiosity and asked, despite Hawkeye's fruitless efforts to stop him "How come you managed to come here, Sirs?" he stopped for a moment "And Ma'am"
Seeing her brother and undercover lover were too busy talking with the others, Olivier replied "I just remembered why I haven't come in years to my parents for this period and thought I could ruin your mood as well. Right, Alex? Oh, and no 'Sir' tonight, I'm kinda sick of formalities, my mother's a sucker for them, and I will be too drunk to care" From across the table, the massive blond answered a loud "Yes" and continued his heated conversation with Falman about something hard to guess.
Olivier started chatting with Hawkeye and Chris, sometimes peeking at Miles who was also engaged in another conversation. They ended up in playing poker all night, the money going from one to another till they forgot who actually won. They drank and had a great time, forgetting about their jobs and their hard-built reputation. They were simply friends going out drinking.
Damn if they wouldn't regret drinking so much the next morning. But to hell with it, that was why nights existed.
"By the way, Chris" Olivier said after too many glasses of every drink she could find on the table "Where the hell is that sorry-assed Roy?" Chris Mustang looked at her and then replied "Somewhere in a deep conversation"
"Those two idiots" Olivier said and Hawkeye nodded promptly. "At least he finished all the work because of their fight, so I don't complain" The women laughed and they toasted for who-counted time that night.
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Roy opened an eye and then closed it. It was too early to wake up... he opened the same eye again and looked in the general direction of the clock on the wall. He couldn't see its screen as he was on the floor, and not exactly in the most comfortable position. He shifted a little and almost hissed when he touched Ed's cold automail arm that was strategically planted over his right knee. He looked at his feet and saw the blond's body tangled with his limbs, his head rested on his left shank and his torso curved under his other foot. It looked like his body was being hugged in an awkward reversed position.
Too absorbed for his own good in examining his lover's elastic body, Roy managed to avoid in the last second a metal leg that was aimed for his face. Ed turned in his sleep and grabbed the elder's toes like they were a pillow. 'God, he moves too much when there's no need for it' the raven alchemist inwardly cursed.
There was no way he could escape from the tight embrace without waking Edward up, so Roy settled with merely staring at the blond. He was so beautiful in his eyes, his appearance more like of a statue than of a flesh and blood human being. His torso was scarred and had a faint purplish tone, the wounds from their battle still not completely healed. The old suture on his right shoulder prolonged with a fresh one and went down on his slime abdomen to make an ugly red turn under his chest. However, no matter how many impurities that body had, Roy couldn't help admiring it. That person was so young and had already been through a lot and suffered much more than most of the people he knew. But he stood up in front of fate and defeated his fears. He was a warrior. He was a rock against life itself.
His support through the abnormalities they shared together. His newfound rock.
Roy pulled up the blanket that was twisted around them and covered more of his lover, who started shivering. His naked form was caressed by the soft fabric that complemented his precise lines. The man smiled and stroked the metal leg that was now pointed at his neck. It was the reason why they first met. Because that little boy from so many years ago played with alchemy. It was how Roy was lured to his house to find a twelve years old child in a wheeled chair with fiery eyes, it was his motivation to continue his rocky road to the top. To help those who suffered for so long and didn't stand a chance. He was given his chance by his aunt, he wanted to give the others theirs.
He might have stared for too long, as he wasn't able to focus his eyes anymore. "Argh, stop watching me, creep" Ed grumbled and raised his upper body. He accidentally pressed his automail leg on Roy's ear when he moved and hit his knee with his hip bone. "How long have you been staring? You're annoying" he said and tried moving on his back.
"Ouch, slowly!" Roy hissed. Why did they have to always wake up like that?
"Take you fucking hand off my leg! Not that, the other! Yes, now the leg... like that... argh, that's my arm, you bastard!" Ed yelled in pain.
"Sorry! Ow, not like that... turn on your belly..." They twisted around till they disentangled. Roy sprawled on his back next to Ed. "Morning, sunshine" he said with a big smirk.
Ed waved his hand and turned Roy's face away from his. "Ah, you're indeed annoying. I've already told you to stop calling me that"
"So? Still my sunshine" Roy replied and turned back his head to look at the pouting blond.
"No way I can make you stop, right?" Roy nodded. "Okay, fine..." Ed sighed and kissed him. The older alchemist tenderly stroked his cheeks and kissed him again.
"What hour is it anyway?" Ed said and rose a little. He gasped and fell back on his belly, making Roy chuckle loudly. "You fucking bastard!" he yelled and punched Roy's shoulder lightly. "It's your fault I move like a broken car"
"And you can't even drive..."
"Like you can"
"I can, you know? I even have a licence" he smugly replied.
Ed threw him a murderous look. "I hate you" Roy smiled and rose up, revealing his full height. Ed stared at him for a moment, until the raven haired man started laughing. "Attracted?"
He waved his hand at the elder and replied annoyed "If you wish to tease me like an old pervert, at least help me up" Roy kneeled and offered his hand to the blond, who gladly accepted it and helped himself stand up with some effort.
"Breakfast?"
"Yeah..." Ed looked at the clock. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! YOU WOKE ME AT SEVEN IN THE MORNING WHEN I FELL ASLEEP AT WHAT - FIVE?!"
"Four fifty-nine?" Roy offered helpfully.
"Argh, I truly hate you. I have a day off and that's what I get. That breakfast better be good, I feel like I've been crossed by a train" Ed said and rubbed his aching joints. Roy looked at his arms and asked with a concerned voice "Do they still hurt you?"
"Yeah, a little, especially when the weather is bad. The cold makes them worse, but I can manage that" Roy kissed the top of his head lovingly. "I'm sorry for that. Well, would you like to cook together?"
"How could that be a repay?"
"Shut up and come with me" Roy said and pulled the blond with him to the kitchen. "Let me dress at least!"
"Here" Roy said and threw Ed his boxers which were hanging on the coffee table. He carefully put them on and looked at the elder, who was waiting for him to follow. "You too"
"Why, feeling intimidated?" 'I'm really pushing my luck' Roy thought and greatened his smile.
"No, but don't give me any more reasons to castrate you with my bare hands" That killing gaze again.
"That would be a shame, wouldn't it?"
"Not at all" Ed replied dryly and moved slowly to the kitchen, followed by Roy who was struggling to dress while walking.
"So... what should we make?"
Roy frowned, thinking. "I remember that my mother used to make pancakes for me and my father in the morning of the New Year's, so I think that would be nice"
"Sentimental bastard. Fine, I'd like some of those"
They prepared the meal together, fumbling a little with the dough. With much struggle, as they were more preoccupied with throwing the sticky composition at each other than actually cooking it, they managed to pull off a few crooked pancakes they ate immediately after being made. Laughing hard, Roy bit Ed's pancake and the blond got mad as usual. He snatched Roy's from his hand, stuffed it whole in his mouth and munched it greedily. "Twake 'at, 'ashtard" he mumbled with his mouth full.
They inhaled the food, rather than eating it. The atmosphere was so light and familiar, it was nothing of how either of them expected to spend the first day of the year. Alone in a bar and drunk as hell was the best case scenario, not at all close to the wild night they had. Almost revenge-like sex and pancakes in the morning was not in the plan.
The kitchen was in a rough state to say the least, but they couldn't care less. Roy pushed Ed in a wall and hungrily captured his mouth in a deep kiss, their tongues rolling around and entwining like they belonged together. They lost themselves in their embrace and played along with their most sinful desires. Roy cupped Ed's buttocks and lifted him up, the younger not wasting a moment to hug his waist with his mismatched legs. He felt so intoxicated by the older officer's presence that his mere touch made him unbearably hard and bothered. Ed made his point by grinding his clothed erection on Roy's also visible one.
Roy pushed the blond on the kitchen's counter and prompted his back on the wall by the sink. Ed moaned deeply when his heated skin touched the cold tile behind him. He threw his head back as Roy yanked off his undergarments and gently pumped his cock in long, languid moves. He kissed the bulging tip and immediately engulfed the leaking heat in front of him, sucking as deep as he could. His hand found its way down the teen's balls and then his arse, a little more welcoming than usual thanks to the last night's throughout preparation. A smirk formed around his lips when his fingertips got a touch of his own sticky cum still inside, the added pressure in his cheeks making Edward gasp and cover his mouth tightly. With another slow lick, he left the hard member fall from his mouth and turned his attention to ramming fast and precisely the puckered hole underneath, his hair being roughly captured by his partner's fingers. That encouraged him to go faster and deeper inside, the furious slurping noises echoing throughout the room.
Very much lost in pleasure, Ed lifted his flesh leg and pushed it in Roy's crotch, rubbing the tent in front of the loose pants with his short toes. Roy moaned in his ministration and decided it was about time to take things further on, before he made a mess out of his clothes without any real interaction. He backed off a little and made a grand show out of pulling down his pants, determining Ed to chuckle.
"Conceited bastard. Come here" the blond said and pulled Roy in another deep kiss. He opened his legs more and grabbed Roy's fingers, covering them in his saliva. Gently, he pushed two inside his hole. They kissed sloppily as Ed controlled Roy's hand inside him, frantically thrusting back and forth. Without much of an effort, Roy managed to insert a third, the heat sucking him in. Tiny white spots erupted in Ed's vision, making it blurry. He jerked his head back as he felt the fingertips prodding his prostate in hard but deliberately slow, repetitive motions.
"Now, or I'll kill you" Edward made impatiently and pushed the hand away from him. Roy lifted one of his eyebrows and smirked, not sure what to make of the statement. He didn't remember Ed to be so straight forward with threats. The danger in his voice was so arousing, sending shivers down his spine. "Really?"
With a look that read exactly what he's said, the blond grabbed the other's crotch and replied more playfully "Just watch me"
Despite his obvious desire of prolonging the intercourse with sweet touches and lovingly gestures, Roy complied and entered him slowly but lively. Ed shivered and threw his arms around the taller man's back, hugging him closely. Almost teasingly, the raven alchemist thrust nerve-wrecking gently. It took him a lot of determination to perform in that sluggish speed, and Roy's self-control was wearing out faster than he expected. Ed's face was contorted in pure bliss, lips slightly parted, half lidded eyes and ears red.
Seeing through the sweet treatment, Ed pushed himself down greedily, in rhythm with Roy's suddenly rough thrusts, their bodies attracted like different poles magnets. After just a few moves, his prostate was hit again and at that, Ed could no longer control his voice, breath coming out in loud grunts and moans. Roy kept on rocking his hips and rolling their tongues possessively, dominating all of his body with hard advances.
They kept moaning and grinding at each other, their lower regions succumbing to the intense pleasure they both felt from head to toe. The heat in their stomachs announces just how close they were to completion, waves of heat vibrating through their insides. Roy attempted grabbing Ed's forgotten erection, but his hand was waved away, the blond showing a little dominance the elder took eagerly.
The only coherent thought in Ed's mind, clouded by pleasure and the ringing in his ears, was showing Roy he could cum just by being thrust in just right, and he soon did just that, the semen spurting in thick ribbons. At that, Roy couldn't help but feel a little proud that he managed to bring his partner at his peak only with this little and he came hard inside his lover, his body curving over the smaller frame underneath him.
They kissed hungrily as they both rode out their pleasure and then looked at each other with teary eyes. They smiled dumbly and shared another loving kiss, this time less forceful, more like an innocent peck. Roy rubbed his pointy nose on Ed's and they laughed from the bottom of their hearts. "I love you, Edward Elric" he said and his lover's pupils dilated.
"You'd better, as I also love you and I'm not letting you go that easily" Ed blushed at his own bluntness, not recognising his own words.
'Look what you do to me, Roy, and you still questioned me' This thought wandered his mind, but he soon pushed it away, remembering he was being selfish after all the struggle they've been through. No wonder people considered him a little out of the normal line.
Roy sneered and retorted proudly "Like I'd let someone like you go" They once again sealed their lips in a longing dance, satisfied with their shared intimacy and feelings.
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Roy was sipping quietly his tea when Edward's voice yelled "There's someone at the door!" Sighing, he rose up to his feet and walked to the door. He looked through the visor and smiled. He called after the blond and then opened the door to be greeted with warm voices intoning a holiday carol.
Ed stopped dead on the hallway's frame and hid behind it. He felt like a shy child who hid behind its mother's skirts in front of a stranger. The singers sung their carol cheerfully, the cold air from outside seeming a little less frozen. When they finished, Roy gave them some big pretzels, oranges and lollipops he bought the previous evening especially for that and some coins. He wished the children a happy new year with a lopsided smile. They thanked him happily and retorted the wish.
He watched the children go away and slightly bowed, as if picking up something. He slowly closed the door and turned to look at Ed, whose cheeks were beet red. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked and stroked his loosened hair. The blond nodded, a small tear threatening to stain his face. "I haven't heard a carol since I was a child"
Roy simpered sheepishly and thanked again to all the Gods he knew for the man in front of him.
However, in spite of all his feelings, Roy was not the kind of man to lose an opportunity. He mimicked lowering his head to kiss Ed and instead he smeared the fresh snow he hid in his hand all over his face. The blond blinked hard, not realising what hit him. With only a push of his mind, he frowned dangerously and jumped on Roy, sending them both on the floor. The larger man composed himself and flew through the door. He trapped more snow within his fists. Edward followed him and formed a large snowball he expertly threw forward, hitting his opponent in the shoulder.
Roy straightened his back and crackled his fingers. No time for being gentle, it was a battlefront. The two threw snowballs at each other, not really bothering with targeting first, both ending up on the ground, panting hard and chuckling.
"This has to be the most stupid way of catching a cold" Ed peeled off his drenched sweater and looked at Roy's clothes, which were equally wet.
"But it was worth it. The face you made when I smeared it with snow? Priceless"
The blond turned to face Roy and gritted his teeth. "It will be such a pleasure to watch your snots flowing off your nose while I hide away your handkerchiefs, and you won't be able to breathe. Wonderful"
"I bet you will make a great napkin"
"Don't you dare" Ed said and cracked into laughter. "What do you do to me, Roy?" The raven alchemist chuckled and rose up. He extended his hand to Ed and lifted him up, both heading inside for a long hot bath. On the pretext of not catching a cold, but they knew better than to believe that reason.
As he dressed down, the older Elric brother couldn't prevent his burning cheeks from smiling, thinking it had to be the best Winter Holiday he had ever had in his entire life.
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Why was it so hot?!
Edward fidgeted on his seat in the train. He couldn't fall asleep as he always did on his journeys. His stomach was rambling even though he ate before he left home. He couldn't put his thoughts in order. 'And this dammed heat!'
In the morning, Roy made sure to wake him up rather early to catch the first ride of the day. The two of them were sharing a house, or better said Roy's house, and were known by the small team they had in Central as a couple. But only by them. And that was reason enough for Ed's nerves to slowly fry in his boiling blood.
Roy noticed from the morning his internal struggle and felt quite pathetic for not being able to stop it. Well, he could at least give it a shot "Ed, it's just a wedding, you know... everything's going to be alright" he said carefully. With Edward, you never knew when he would burst.
Thankfully, he didn't. He looked genuinely distressed "I know, I mean it's just my brother and my best friend, but I'm a little nervous... it's silly"
"No, it's not. I don't have brothers or sisters, but I understand how you feel"
Ed shook his head. "It's not that... I am just too happy about them..." 'Stupid feels, I'm not a moody little girl'
"Then what is bothering you? Care to share?" Roy offered. Ed stared at him and then averted his look.
"Oh, I see" Roy said thoughtfully. "It's not about them in particular-" he drew in a dramatic breath "-it's about us"
With his head down, Ed nodded. The General changed his seat in front of his lover with the one next to him and hugged his shoulders. "At that, I can't but share your uncertainty"
"Really? You don't seem like it" True to his words, Roy looked like he didn't put too much thought into it. He looked relaxed and fresh, his clothes neat and hair in its usual messy state.
He looked like when he was going to work, casually bored and with little care of the world.
"Yes, I can't disagree. But I find it strange, you see. I don't know if they will like this, you being with me. Alphonse and Winry know me, I can't say they don't, but I'm sure your brother would have wanted someone better for you, so of course I am uncertain"
"Hey, it's not about that... but still, how will he react?"
"We shall see. Well then, why don't we just enjoy our trip? The scenery during spring is indeed as nice as you said"
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The spring was in its full bloom, all the nature showing it. The trees were green and the wind was gentle and relatively warm, preparing the land for the summer. At the Resembool station, Alphonse and Winry waited for their most important guests to arrive. Some months before, Roy eagerly accepted Ed's younger sibling's proposal of officiating his wedding and came as the future best man's companion. Sort of, at least.
"Brother!" Al greeted Ed with opened arms. He hugged his brother tightly, whom he didn't see since the previous year, and then he shook Roy's hand. Al had gotten quite tall and was almost the same height as Roy, much to his younger brother's chagrin. Why was he the one to always get the better end of the deal, he didn't know.
"How's been your ride?" Winry asked.
"Fine, thanks" Ed replied and put his arms around her waist in greeting. He stopped being so awkward with touching other people, so hugging family wasn't an extremely big deal. He could see Roy with the corner of his eye, smiling at his bold interaction. 'The damn bastard should keep his fantasies to him' Ed mentally scolded.
They went home where Pinako waited them with her usual scowl. "I see you still know the way here" she said. Den jumped on Ed and nearly threw him off his feet. "Easy boy" He nervously patted his head "Yeah, about that... I'm sorry I couldn't come earlier..."
"Sir, I hope he didn't slack off work" she interrupted and hugged her adoptive grandchild. Roy shook his head with an elegant smile and retorted smugly "Of course not"
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It was great wonder how Ed managed to be more nervous than both the future spouses. Al didn't know where to put his brother's encouraging, and not so much, attitude. His sole worry seeing him in such high and also low spirits almost consequently was whether it will be the same when he would have children. He knew mood swings could be violent, and if his brother would act the same, he'd make a horrible uncle. 'What am I getting myself into?' he asked himself but shook off his uncertainty. It wasn't the time to think of 'ifs'. Nor for thinking about what an uncle or father or whatever Edward would be, when he wasn't even married yet. And why would Ed have mood swings?! 'I make so much sense, damn nerves' Al thought.
Thankfully, Ed's absolutely clueless uneasiness disappeared the very next day. He woke up late in the morning and looked as fresh as trodden snow. Everyone was already up and waiting for him.
"Good morning" he said and yawned. He sat at the kitchen table with his head on its surface, nearly dozing off again.
"Good grief, Mustang, what work did you give to the poor boy that he looks so worn out?" Pinako asked as she lit her pipe with a match. Roy smiled politely and poured himself more coffee.
He was the reason why Ed looked like a wreck that morning. Winry thought it would be a good idea to put Edward in his former room and Roy in the room next to his, and that resulted into a long white night. Until around four thirty in the morning, Mustang kept his lover awake by poking at him while he was trying to sleep, throwing dried pine cones at him, tugging at his blanket and then rambling nonsense. In the end, when he decided Ed wouldn't have any reasons to feel nervous (as his prime motive of acting like quarter his age was to calm down the blond, who was getting rather neurotic over nothing), Roy retreated to his room, in a cold bed without his personal heating pillow. How unfortunate. 'Well, then' he shrugged off the memory and stirred his coffee.
Another yawn erupted from Ed's mouth, which he clamped before resting his back on the chair's backrest. He opened it to say something most likely inappropriate, but Roy was faster "Before any holiday, work gets very cramped up, and we all had a hard time with some reforms and refunds that needed to be done as soon as possible"
Al nodded and said apologetically "I hope we didn't add too much pressure on you by inviting you two here for the wedding. I thought work would be slow"
"Don't worry, of course there's no problem. We are both really excited to be here" Roy said and then poked at Ed's shoulder. The blond answered groggily "Yeah" and then blinked a few times more, trying to wake all his senses.
Winry came spinning in the kitchen, her shoulders full of gowns and veils and some soiled clothes. She held between her teeth a large catalogue. She spit it on the table and threw the garments on an empty chair. She looked at Roy and took a sit in front of him, ready for business. "I need help with these" she patted the booklet and then saw Ed. "What happened to him?"
Roy smiled kindly and replied "Okay, let me see with what I can help"
Winry sprung off her chair and dragged Roy after her to choose some things for the wedding, most likely. Al watched them go, a small smirk adoring his lips. "Al, I might be almost dead to the world, but I'm starting to wake up. Your smile is creeping me out" He looked at Roy's coffee mug and took a sip of it and immediately spit it back inside, disgusted.
"Bleargh, milk!"
"Brother!" Alphonse laughed and shook his head at his older brother who was as well-mannered as usual.
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The late spring wind was warm against Ed's cheeks, almost soothing. He sat on his back in the garden, under the tree he used to play in when he was little. His brother was next to him, looking at the clear sky above them.
The wedding preparations were going well and the mood was surprisingly relaxed and welcoming. It felt more like a family reunion than anything else. Ed had a great time with his siblings and Roy seemed to enjoy himself as well, planning with Winry the last moment details. Or actually the whole thing, as the young woman had absolutely no idea what to do in case of such an event, but having too much pride to let someone else to take care of it.
Who knew Roy would make such a good wedding planner. Perhaps he had chosen the wrong profession.
A bird flew from the tall tree and a few leaves landed on Ed's face. He gently shook them off and sighed. "You know, Al, I'm really happy for you"
Al smiled. "Thank you so much, brother, for being here with us. We all missed you"
"Hah, I missed you lots, too"
A comfortable silence slipped between them, leaving them to enjoy each other's company under the setting sun. The scenery was superb and rather nostalgic for the older brother, whose mind was somewhere else. He thought of his house in Central and his relationship. He was uncertain about his future, about his career, about his love. He was a very high ranked officer for his age, he was a well renowned alchemist and had the people's respect, his lover was aiming to become the next Fuhrer and they shared a lovely house they put a lot of effort into making it livelier. They had had a lot of fun renovating, changing the wallpapers and moving the furniture around. Ed offered to be the one to pay for groceries, while Roy was the one taking care of bills and other necessities. They went out as much as they could and developed a comfortable routine which still found space for some surprises of all kinds.
But despite all their happiness and spark, Ed was sure it was going to end someday. When he finally gave in and accepted moving in with Roy, he also realised that he was becoming a sort of 'tolerated' person. The dark haired man deserved better than a bad tempered blondie, who has just entered in his twenties, with half his limbs missing and with no capacity of offering more than what he had already given. He could fool anyone, but he couldn't give Roy the other things he supposed the man wanted. He saw him interacting with children, playing and telling them crazy stories, he saw how good he was with talking and flirting with women. He couldn't lose sight of that, no matter the trust he had in the other man.
But for now, he was happy in his pink bubble of oblivion. He wanted to believe things would always go the same, but he had high doubts. Maybe he should discuss this with Roy before it was too late. Before he was left alone and broken hearted.
Al patted his flesh arm. "Is everything okay, brother?"
Ed blinked at him a few times and then nodded. "Why wouldn't it be?"
The younger man gave his an incredulous look "You were staring at your arm like you wanted to cut it off"
"Ah, no, I was just thinking"
"Of what?"
"Nothing really. Simply contemplating the time" Al wanted to budge in the problem, but he decided to let it go. Instead, he changed the subject. "How's working beside Roy?" he asked, reminding himself to call the man by his first name, as he requested for at least ten times only that day, saying it was absolutely unnecessary to call your future best man 'Sir', 'General' or whatever honorary title and that he wanted them to be friends.
Ed didn't waste time thinking of an elusive answer "Not much like working under him, it's still the horrific amount. That man's a workaholic, despite his lack of interest. He freaks me out sometimes, you know?"
"Oh. He doesn't seem like the one to actually do something in the office" Al said, a tiny mischievous sparkle in his golden eyes. He started his brother talking. That was good.
"No, he stays locked up in there for hours and usually forgets to eat. He's so lucky to have Hawkeye as an assistant, she is very helpful. It's good that my latest assignments had been based solely on research and development of certain techniques, even though I sometimes work on law proposals and other errands for Roy. Nothing out of the ordinary"
"I'm happy to hear work is good"
"Yeah, it is" Ed nodded truthfully. He enjoyed what he did, especially since he was no longer treated by the people as a 'Dog of the Military', but as a simple person who happened to be an officer helping them. Sure, there were many who saw him as a hero after the mess from a few years before and there were others who saw him as another useless military personnel, but he was finally perceived as a human and not a vile enrolled creature that was used as a weapon.
"How're the guys in Central?" Al continued with his questioning. Ed was strangely happy with staying in the crowded city he once hated, and he wanted to know more. Not out of rudeness, but out of his pure sense of brotherly love, and a great deal of curiosity. He wanted Edward to be fine with his choices of life.
"They're fine as usual. Though some of them seem a bit finer"
Al crooked an eyebrow. "You mean?"
"Ah, I forgot to tell. I think Havoc finally caught someone in his sight"
"Havoc? The blond, smoking guy? I don't mean to be rude, but with his luck, I don't know what to say. Whatever, do I know her?"
"Of course you do, and quite well" Al frowned a bit and then looked at his brother with wide eyes. "Don't tell me..."
"Yup, that's the one"
"The Lieutenant? Are you sure?"
"That's what we think. Everyone in the office would bet their money on them. Roy and I think it's something going on, especially because Olivier told us how, at the New Year's party at Madam Christmas' bar, they were leaning on each other. And she also took a leave for this period, and you know she doesn't do that"
"Maybe she's just sick" Al tried to gasp all the information while finding a reason why Ed was talking so excitedly about a guess he had and why he was so familiar with everyone, especially the icy Major General. 'How much did I miss from his life? Where have I been all this time? Or does he want to push me out of his life?' he asked himself, remembering his brother's new scars he saw in the morning, when he was changing into a black shirt.
"Even when she's sick, she works. Last winter, she worked like a maniac when she had a cold. Roy was checking up on her periodically and was giving her instructions. Well, maybe hanging out with Havoc would temperate her and, who know? Perhaps she won't be pointing guns at people anymore" he chuckled low at the inside joke.
Al was downright shocked. His brother looked half amused, with his features relaxed, exactly like when their mother was alive and reading them to fall asleep. Also, that part left aside, Mustang giving instruction through phone meant an important operation, and that only meant danger. New scars meant danger as well. 'What the hell has he been up to?'
He chose to act amused by the telling. "Haha, yeah, that'd be great. Actually, I just remembered, have you gone with the guys out on the New Year's Eve?"
Ed started responding, but immediately remembered his night with Roy. It wasn't the time to announce his relationship, and he wasn't even sure if he should, after all his dark thoughts. He didn't want to worry Al over nothing. "Yeah, they dragged me out of the house. Couldn't escape them" he lied easily. It came so easy to lie to his brother, it was becoming concerning.
'And you heard from the Major General that the Lieutenant was leaning on Havoc? When you were there?' Alphonse made out of the blatant lies. 'Maybe he was just drunk'
"It's great you had fun"
"Yeah... sorry I couldn't come" Again, no need to tell him that by that time he had just gone out of the hospital after he had watched the man who put him in there being roasted by his lover, who was also his commanding officer. Absolutely no need.
"No problem" Al made and shifted back in the silence that surrounded them a few moments before, this time a lot more tense. It was like his brother had become more like a stranger. There was so much he didn't know.
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Roy sat on the grass, in front of the kitchen's window. He stretched his muscles and listened to his bones cracking with great relief. He helped Winry the whole day with arrangements for the wedding and then with some automail models, more in the hope of learning how to deal with metal limbs. He wanted to be capable of helping Ed with them if he needed. He managed to find many interesting things, but in change, the bubbly blonde was unmerciful when she wanted something. No wonder she got along so well with the Elrics.
"Hey, mind if I join in?" Roy lifted his head and smiled at Al. "Sure" The younger man took a sit next to him and wrapped his arms around his knees, more for comfort purposes.
"I heard you've been having fun with the decorations" Al said, attempting to make conversation.
Roy snorted and replied "Fun, yes, I had, but I'm beat. Winry sure knows how to pull the soul out of someone" he chuckled. "She's a great young lady, I'm certain she'll be exactly what you'll need" he added, sounding a lot more crass than he intended. He wasn't good at making familial small talk.
However, the younger Elric took his words well and smiled. "Yeah, she has a talent at driving people insane when she has an idea she wants to put into action"
"I'd say that helped you over the years, so I guess she's done her job properly"
"Hah, yeah, sure thing. If pestering Ed and I was meant to be her job, she did fine with it" Roy nodded in agreement. He laid further down on the lawn. They both sat silently on the grass, watching the stars appear on the clear sky. Some time passed, none knew what hour it was, but Al decided it was the time for him to go inside. He slowly stood up and, before he left, he said plainly, more like a warning "Make sure my brother is well treated in the capital" With that, he left Roy alone.
Mustang smirked. 'Smart kid, starting to figure things out' He returned his gaze to the sky. 'What a beautiful night...'
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The day of the long awaited wedding finally came. The ceremony had been short and sweet, the wedded pair being appraised with all sorts of compliments regarding their very good match. All in all, the day could be deemed a success.
As the officiator of the wedding and pseudo best man, after the ceremony ended and the small after party begun, Roy stood tall next to Ed, making pleasantries with the guests, all of them friends or neighbours. It was like a second nature to him, sugar coating his way to the people's heart by charming them with cheap bullshit. It wasn't the best moment to act so artificial, but he needed to leave a good impression to all of them. After all, he wanted to become their leader – they needed to see what a good person he was and how beneficial he could be. Rumours spread fast in small communities. It was all a political brainwashing tactic everyone seemed to enjoy.
Getting tired of Roy's sweet-talking, Edward left his side and joined his former alchemy teacher, Izumi Curtis, who was chatting with some other ladies, all holding a glass of wine and laughing. The dour woman welcomed him in the conversation with a surprisingly bright expression.
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"Ah, Edward, there you were" Roy interrupted the discussion with a polite smile. "May I steal him for a moment?" he asked the ladies that were almost drooling over him. He wouldn't admit that, but he felt a little jealous.
Ed followed him after he excused himself. He was lead to a remote spot behind the house, isolated, but not too far enough for not hearing the music. Impatiently, the younger man asked "What do you want?" Not bothering with an answer, Roy grabbed his hand and put a hand on his small back.
"What are-" he was engaged in a slow paced waltz, a little off tune, but gracious and elegant. He wanted to argue that he didn't enjoy dancing, that it was stupid, but the way Roy looked in his eyes, softly examining every curve and shadow on his visage, melted his heart a bit. Their feet moved by themselves and they fumbled around each other, their embrace closer and closer.
"You are so beautiful, Ed. Thank you" the elder said as he spun his partner. He was given an eerie glance. "I'm not beautiful, and I don't know why you're thanking"
"For the dance, obviously" Roy lied. He had so many to be thankful for, but didn't have it in him to say them.
"Whatever, just move your feet down there. Show me what you've got, Roy"
Over them, the night was getting darker and darker, but they were shining brighter than the stars.
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The party took almost all the night, the last guests leaving sometime before dawn. Winry, Pinako and Edward gathered everything that needed to be washed in the kitchen and then sorted the many dishes by categories, making their next day job of cleaning them easier. Al, helped by Roy, cleared the lawn of chairs and tables, leaving outside only the things that needed to be disassembled. After he finished moving plates around, Ed also joined the other two men in their chores.
Perhaps it wasn't the time of the day to be cleaning after a wedding – it was barely six in the morning, but the family was restless. Al and Winry were practically glowing with excitement, everything surrounding them fading in contrast. However, a clean lawn was still a clean lawn, married or not.
Alphonse silently put the last table aside and looked at his brother, who was struggling with gathering the lanterns. The show was amusing indeed, the short blond jumping around, but the younger Elric's face dropped when he overheard the conversation that took place in the distance.
"Argh, why did they have to put the damn things so high?" Ed growled, stretching as much as his short body allowed him to get to the end of some poles. Roy came behind him and offered his help, but was reclined immediately by an angry looking blond. "I can deal with that myself. Go do something else, shoo!" he hissed, making the raven haired man laugh. "Sure thing, Major" he said after he looked around to make sure they were alone.
Ed narrowed his eyes "I'm not a Major" he averted.
"Nor tall"
"You did not call me- argh, go stick a broom up your ass, bastard" Ed said and waved off his lover who was grinning sheepishly at him. "Hm... Not sure it will fit" The short-tempered blond turned to face Roy with his best murderous glance.
The General smirked sweetly and saluted mockingly "Yes, Sir! Going to find brooms!" He disappeared before the blond threw a tantrum at him. Ed shook his head and sighed loudly "Idiot" and returned to his job of collecting the many colourful lanterns.
Al stormed inside the house, confused by the awfully intimate teasing. He knew his brother and his commanding officer always found a way to jump at each other's throat, but he never heard them talking like that to each other. He couldn't help but wonder when the two have gotten so close.
'Still not my business' he groaned and shook his head.
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The morning light crept up on the starry sky, colouring it blood orange. Ed wiped off his moist palms on his dress pants and plopped on the grass under a pine. He was tired and sore after his dance with Roy, but didn't find the energy to go to sleep. He was so happy for his brother and he wished him and Winry all the good in the world, but his selfishness made him wonder if he'd ever live the same experience for himself. A wedding with guests and all.
Almost like hearing him fret, Roy showed up from the house with two mugs in his hands. "Coffee?" he offered, and Ed took a cup for himself. He tasted the freshly brewed dark liquid and let the bitter flavour linger in his mouth. That was the taste of a good morning after a night without any sleep. Delightful.
Roy didn't touch his drink and simply sniffed it. His features smoothened and his eyebrows lowered in contempt, allowing his mind to wander off. But not for long.
"I see you're kinda thoughtful. Doesn't suit you" Ed rudely interrupted Roy's morning ritual. The man smiled and finally took a sip.
"You know, Ed? I've been thinking-"
"Now you're even admitting thinking? What did you put in that coffee?" the blond looked at the mug like at a vile object. Roy snorted and offered his cup. "I don't know, want some?" he asked with a dubious glint in his eyes. He was rejected. "No, I don't want to know what's in there, really"
"Suit yourself"
Edward shifted in his spot, impatient to hear what Roy wanted to say. He felt a little dumb for interrupting him over something so trivial, but it was too much of an opening to insult the man to waste it. Fortunately, the older alchemist didn't need to be reminded of his sentence.
"It was a nice wedding, don't you think?" The blond nodded expectantly. Not hearing anything more from his lover, he said "What? Too shaken to talk?"
"Neah... I was just wondering if I'd ever get to marry"
Ed crooked a pale eyebrow. "I don't know, that's up to you"
"Yeah..." Roy said dreamily. "Who knows... Ed, would you like to marry one day?"
"Maybe, I have no idea. But I would like something really small, with plain rings and white flowers"
Roy smirked. He was getting precious information there. In his head, plans were forming.
"What about you? How would you like it to be?"
Mustang seemed surprised by the question "Me? I think I'd like a ceremony with only my team and closest friends invited, somewhere in a pub, say my vows in front of a bottle of whiskey and get drunk like hell after the whole thing, leaning on my partner and spending the honey moon in a continuous hangover" he said, not really putting too much thought into it. It sounded like a crazy teenager dream.
"That's promising"
"That's romantic, I tell you"
"What's romantic in that?!" Ed demanded and looked at him wide-eyed. Roy smirked and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pleased with their isolation. "You know Ed? I'm glad you are not underage"
"Huh?" the blond made dumbly. "Did the heat get to your head?"
"No, really. I might be going out with my subordinate and all the things that come with our relationship, but at least I can't be considered a paedophile"
"But you're old enough to be my father"
"No, I'm not!" Roy defended. "I'm not that old, come on!"
"No, you're not, but still you're an old stupid man" Ed lightly punched Roy's shoulder and grinned rudely. "Heh, but I like you anyway, old and ugly and... do you have wrinkles?" he said and grabbed his chin to examine the white, smooth skin of Roy's face. "No, Ed, I don't have wrinkles! And you think I'm ugly? That's upsetting"
"Neah, you're my knight in high leather boots. Hurry up and become a Fuhrer, so I won't regret spending my time with you" the younger alchemist teased and sat his head on his lover's chest. Their fingers intertwined in a strong hold. Roy planted a loving kiss on Edward's forehead and whispered against his soft hair "Always the opportunist"
"Of course" He lowered his eyes and squeezed the larger hand. "Um... will you stay with me even when you'll start getting tired of me? Or tell me at least when I'm becoming a nuisance?"
Roy's heart started thumping deliriously. "What are you saying? You're too precious to me to even consider getting tired of you. As long as you will want to stay by my side, I will never push you aside. We're a team, after all"
"Hah. Team 'Fire and Metal', that's what they called us, hmh?" Ed turned and looked in the obsidian eyes he came to fall in love with. Mustang hummed, pleased by the idea. Fullmetal's lips twisted in a large grin and he shook Roy's hand determined.
"Then you've got yourself a deal"
A/N: Tadaaaa! That's it for now, I will make things a little clearer in the next chapter, most likely.
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