Comfort Zone
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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,400
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Comfort Zone
Title: Comfort Zone
Author: Moonwing
Beta: None
Genre: Comedy, Romance, Angst
Pairing(s): EdXRoy
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I don\'t own them, but I do dream about them frequently.
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Ed looked down at himself in the darkness. He pulled up the leg of his light blue boxers to look at where his leg and the auto mail connected and felt the spot on his chest where the other metal chunk became a part of him as well. ‘So sexy,’ he thought miserably.
Ed’s last adventure with Al had come up dry. His research seemed to be mocking him. It was the last thing he wanted to look at now.
This late at night, only things left to do was lay in bed or wander about aimlessly. Ed didn’t just stay still. It just wasn’t in his DNA. So he started wandering Central Headquarters. Noticing a light on from outside, he did his best to peek into the second story window. He recognized it as Colonel Mustang’s office. And if he wasn’t mistaken, Mustang was still in it.
The colonel was sitting at his desk, back facing the young alchemist, head bowed, gloved hands running through his dark hair. His hands stayed at the back of his head for a long time. Then something entered the groggy boy’s head. Maes Hughes’ funeral had been merely hours earlier. Ed hit himself in the forehead. ‘Oh, my god, is it really possible I was so involved with my own needs I missed something so obvious? Mustang was Hughes’ best friend. He must be in agony right now.’ He paused. ‘But how can I help?’ The alchemist looked long at the colonel. He couldn’t think of a thing to do for him short of consolation. But would the man open up to him? Well, at least he could say he tried.
**
Knock, knock. “Colonel?”
Pause. Nothing.
“Colonel?” Ed dared to open the door. “Colonel, I saw your light on, and I ---“ he stopped dead in his tracks. There before him, as curled up as he could be sitting at a desk, sobbing like a colicky newborn, was the Flame Alchemist, Colonel Roy Mustang.
Ed didn’t think the man heard him come in. ‘Aww, great, now what?’ he asked himself. Quietly, he approached Mustang. “Colonel?” he called cautiously.
As if it took great effort, Mustang lifted his head. “Fullmetal,” he stated. “What the hell do you want at this hour?”
“N-Nothing,” Ed managed to reply. “I just saw your light on, and… um…”
“And what?” the man challenged, standing up. “Couldn’t pass up an opportunity to see the Great Flame Alchemist Colonel Roy Mustang depressed? Crying, even?” He stumbled back down to his chair, as if standing were too much. “Get the hell out of here, Fullmetal.”
Instead of leaving, Ed did the only thing he could think of, something he didn’t have the courage to do when Winry’s parents passed. He walked up and around to the colonel’s back and held him.
He was only going to embrace the man a moment, but Roy did something unexpected. His chair swivelled so he was facing the younger alchemist and embraced him back, sobbing into his black shirt. Ed held the man around his shoulders for what seemed a long amount of time. After what could have been hours, the man’s tears seemed to slow, then eventually stop.
“Fullmetal?” came a scratchy and familiar voice.
“Yeah?”
“Tell anyone about this and I’ll kill you.”
“I kinda figured. This isn’t something I’d brag about either, don’t worry.”
“You’re dismissed.”
As Ed opened the door, the colonel added, “Fullmetal?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
Author: Moonwing
Beta: None
Genre: Comedy, Romance, Angst
Pairing(s): EdXRoy
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I don\'t own them, but I do dream about them frequently.
********************************************************
Ed looked down at himself in the darkness. He pulled up the leg of his light blue boxers to look at where his leg and the auto mail connected and felt the spot on his chest where the other metal chunk became a part of him as well. ‘So sexy,’ he thought miserably.
Ed’s last adventure with Al had come up dry. His research seemed to be mocking him. It was the last thing he wanted to look at now.
This late at night, only things left to do was lay in bed or wander about aimlessly. Ed didn’t just stay still. It just wasn’t in his DNA. So he started wandering Central Headquarters. Noticing a light on from outside, he did his best to peek into the second story window. He recognized it as Colonel Mustang’s office. And if he wasn’t mistaken, Mustang was still in it.
The colonel was sitting at his desk, back facing the young alchemist, head bowed, gloved hands running through his dark hair. His hands stayed at the back of his head for a long time. Then something entered the groggy boy’s head. Maes Hughes’ funeral had been merely hours earlier. Ed hit himself in the forehead. ‘Oh, my god, is it really possible I was so involved with my own needs I missed something so obvious? Mustang was Hughes’ best friend. He must be in agony right now.’ He paused. ‘But how can I help?’ The alchemist looked long at the colonel. He couldn’t think of a thing to do for him short of consolation. But would the man open up to him? Well, at least he could say he tried.
**
Knock, knock. “Colonel?”
Pause. Nothing.
“Colonel?” Ed dared to open the door. “Colonel, I saw your light on, and I ---“ he stopped dead in his tracks. There before him, as curled up as he could be sitting at a desk, sobbing like a colicky newborn, was the Flame Alchemist, Colonel Roy Mustang.
Ed didn’t think the man heard him come in. ‘Aww, great, now what?’ he asked himself. Quietly, he approached Mustang. “Colonel?” he called cautiously.
As if it took great effort, Mustang lifted his head. “Fullmetal,” he stated. “What the hell do you want at this hour?”
“N-Nothing,” Ed managed to reply. “I just saw your light on, and… um…”
“And what?” the man challenged, standing up. “Couldn’t pass up an opportunity to see the Great Flame Alchemist Colonel Roy Mustang depressed? Crying, even?” He stumbled back down to his chair, as if standing were too much. “Get the hell out of here, Fullmetal.”
Instead of leaving, Ed did the only thing he could think of, something he didn’t have the courage to do when Winry’s parents passed. He walked up and around to the colonel’s back and held him.
He was only going to embrace the man a moment, but Roy did something unexpected. His chair swivelled so he was facing the younger alchemist and embraced him back, sobbing into his black shirt. Ed held the man around his shoulders for what seemed a long amount of time. After what could have been hours, the man’s tears seemed to slow, then eventually stop.
“Fullmetal?” came a scratchy and familiar voice.
“Yeah?”
“Tell anyone about this and I’ll kill you.”
“I kinda figured. This isn’t something I’d brag about either, don’t worry.”
“You’re dismissed.”
As Ed opened the door, the colonel added, “Fullmetal?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”