Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: R – NC17
Type: Angst, Divergence (splits off from episode 32), Romance, Mystery, Political, Yaoi, Het, etc.
Pairings: Roy/Ed, Al/Winry, (other minor pairings)
Warnings: Language, Sex, Violence, etc.
Summary: After getting Al’s body back, Ed finds that life after reaching his goal wasn’t what he expected. As the country faces the threat of civil war, will Ed be able to handle life without Alphonse constantly by his side, or will he simply substitute one companion for another?
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He shook his head and thought hard. He’d cooked the potatoes… then had some sort of fight with Ed, then he’d…
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
That explained the headache, nausea and dry mouth, but at least the hangover was small. He’d had worse in comparison. He probably could have avoided this one completely if he had eaten something and maybe drank some water…
Too late now.
As he continued to think back through the day, embarrassment filled him. Blowing the bathroom door in was way too… excessive… and Fullmetal…
‘Well, Edward… I suppose that’s true, but I’m much better in bed than beside it’
Maybe he’s laying on the floor somewhere...
He thought about turning on a light, then dismissed the idea. If Ed was asleep,
There was slightly more light in his bedroom, given the light from the streetlamp outside, and in the dim glow he could make out Ed’s form lying sprawled out diagonally on the bed. He could see the young alchemist’s hair spread out over the blanket; the golden strands seemed to glow faintly in the muted light.
Roy sighed, not sure what to do now… go back to the couch he supposed, but then he saw Ed’s head lift and turn toward him. After a moment the boy sat up.
“You’re awake,” Ed said quietly.
“When I came back from fixing the mirror you were asleep on the couch. Since you never woke up I just thought I’d sleep in here or something, but I haven’t really been able to get any sleep,” Ed said quickly in embarrassment. There was a pause, then, “I’ll go out on the couch now, since you’re awake.”
He thought Ed sounded dejected and depressed at those last words.
There was silence in the room for several moments before Ed answered. “Well… I don’t want to kick you out of your bed…”
When Ed didn’t say anything,
He’s not mad? Ed thought in surprise. He’s going to let me sleep here? But... why...?
Not only did he feel mortified about being found on Mustang’s bed, but he felt uncomfortable at the man just letting him take the bed. It just seemed so wrong. Ed supposed that if he continued to insist the colonel take the bed back, Mustang would keep pushing for Ed to stay there. He cast his mind about for some better solution.
Of course, he could just refuse to continue sleeping on the bed, but that would mean taking the floor, since Mustang would probably be just as stubborn and still sleep on the couch. Besides, it just seemed to be such a childish thing to do.
Then there was the other option, but there was no way Mustang would go for it.
But what if he does? Ed thought nervously. He felt his breath quicken at the thought, and wondered if he’d get any sleep at all with that arrangement. He tried to push the thought away. It didn’t matter. The colonel would never agree to such a thing anyway. But it never hurt to offer…
“Well… we… we can share if you want… I mean, so that neither of us have to sleep on the couch,” the last part was spoken quickly, and after it was said silence filled the room again.
Still he hesitated.
Of course, that doesn’t mean he’s looking to get laid, he thought. What if... He stopped that line of thought. Too many ‘what ifs’… too little time.
“Sure, Fullmetal… if you don’t mind…” he said, trying to sound casual.
To this, Ed’s body seemed to flinch and he sat frozen where he was for a moment before moving his body to one side of the bed, leaving an empty space.
There was another moment of silence. “Oh… well… it doesn’t really bother me… so… well, you know… if you want too…”
Ed immediately scrambled under the blanket as well, then lay flat on his back staring up at the ceiling again. It was obvious that Ed was nervous, so
Truthfully he did mind now that he was actually in bed, but wanted another assurance that his thinking was on track. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Ed cried “NO!” so quickly and forcefully that
“I mean… no… it’s totally fine...” Ed amended rather sheepishly.
Ed, still looking up, swallowed then lifted his hand, the automail one, as if to touch
He watched Ed’s back for several minutes, trying to puzzle out what could be going on in the boy’s mind. It now was obvious to
He laid his hand, again, on Ed’s shoulder. The skin felt warm under his fingers. The teen tried shaking it off again, but
“Fuck off!” Ed said angrily.
“Turn around, Fullme…” A pause. “Ed.”
“No…” came the whispered response.
There was resistance at first, then he turned easily back onto his back.
A tear made a line down Ed’s cheek as he turned his head to stare up at him. “It doesn’t?”
“Well, it bothers me!” Ed yelled, suddenly angry. “I hate it! I hate that I can’t feel anything with it, hate the way it makes me look; like I’m not real or something! I hate what I can do with it; what I’m capable of! I hate this fucking automail. I hate this fucking body! I hate my fucking life!” Suddenly the raging fire seemed to go out and Ed whispered. “I just wish I was dead.”
He moved his hand to cup Ed’s cheek and brought the boy’s head back to face him.
“Ed. There’s nothing wrong with your body. You are real.” He rubbed his thumb on Ed’s cheek and whispered, “You’re beautiful…”
Ed stared up into
The delicate features of Ed’s face crumpled. “You don’t know… you don’t know what I’ve done… I don’t want to go forward…”
When Ed didn’t respond,
“I’ll make you forget all your troubles.” At least for tonight. “I want you to just lay back and enjoy the experience,” he said, and ran his tongue lightly along the edge of Ed’s ear until it reached the place were it connected with his face.
At this, Ed’s body stiffened, and he whispered, “Colonel…?”
He could feel Ed’s chest begin to rise and fall as his breathing quickened, but the boy’s body was still tense. “Relax,”
A moan escaped from the teen as Roy slowly, and deliberately, let his tongue drag wetly down the line of the bone to the hollow of Ed’s throat, then gently nipped at the skin with his lips before raising his head to look into Ed’s large, round eyes.
Ed’s breathing was coming in short, panting breaths and his face was a brilliant shade of red. Golden orbs seemed to glow in the dimly lit room as he stared back at
Everything was new for him and, in a way,
Without taking his eyes from Ed’s,
By then, he had gone on, moving his hand gently up Ed’s neck, brushing the fine hairs with his fingers but not touching the skin. When he reached the spot where the thick, blond hair attached to Ed’s head, Roy pressed the pads of his fingers close to the skin as he continued, letting the hair run through his fingers as he slid his hand between Ed’s head and the pillow.
Keeping his eyes on Ed’s,
At first he got little response, but it didn’t take long before Ed tentatively began to kiss him back; hesitation quickly becoming lost in desire.
Ed, child prodigy that he was, looked at him in confusion for only a second before lifting his arms to make it easier for
He trailed kisses across to the other nipple as he ran his hand down the inside of the boy’s real thigh, skirting his sex completely. Ed whimpered and,
Ed’s eyes, closed when
Ed grinned and whispered, “Wow… oh my… wow… that was… so… amazing.”
Ed nodded emphatically, and watched as
“That’s… just…” Ed paused as if trying to find the right word, then said, “gross.”
“Oh, fuck no,” Ed said adamantly, and turned his head away.
With practiced ease,
A thought came to him and he moved his hand away and to Ed. “Spit,” he commanded, holding his palm open. The short teen looked at
Bringing his hand back,
Another time perhaps, but for now though, he was ready to quit holding himself back.
Ed eyes widened involuntarily as he watched Mustang’s hips rise, slightly pushing into his hand; which had begun to speed up. He swallowed and licked his lips. His heart was racing, and he breathed in and out quickly.
The colonel’s own breathing was erratic and although he was staring fixedly at Ed, his eyes were beginning to take on a glazed look. His lips parted and Ed looked down to see Mustang’s hand make two spasmodic jerks, then stop. The man’s hips were pushing his erection hard into his fist. Milky white liquid squirted up and dropped onto Mustang’s hand.
Ed moved his gaze back to Mustang’s face and he saw that the man was now staring at the ceiling with a relieved look. His breath was coming out in long drawn out bursts of air and Ed could see a few beads of sweat dot the man’s forehead.
The colonel turned his head toward Ed and brought his hand up, licking a part of the flesh that was covered in the filmy stickiness. Ed pinched the bridge of his nosed and shook his head. It was just so… gross…
He heard Mustang chuckle. “Don’t tell me you don’t want to taste it because it’s white...”
Ed glared at the other man, but the colonel didn’t seem to mind. For a moment Mustang looked around, then grabbed the shirt Ed had been wearing, and used it to clean himself. When he was finished, Mustang lifted the blanket, and Ed scooted in close.
Wrapped in Mustang’s arms, Ed felt warm and secure. For now, at least, his thoughts didn’t trouble him, and for the first time in a week he was finally able to drop off into an untroubled sleep.