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Rushed	By : trowacko Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 597 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title
- Rushed

Author - trowacko

Rating - NC17

Warnings - Hughes/Roy, angst

Disclaimers - I do not own Full Metal Alchemist in any way, nor do I make a
claim to. No profit, no harm done.

It didn't make a sound, but it didn't have to. Roy closed his eyes to slits, peering at the
watch through the dimmed view. It moved on the pillow, up to counter his push
against the bottom half, down when he pulled away. It sat in mock silence,
chain dangling one way, then sliding the opposite way. Mocking, yes - that's exactly what it was doing.

tick tick tick

Check the time, he has to go home soon--

tick tick tick

At that, Roy closed his eyes, tried concentrating on the man behind him, the
steady slide and scrape of the cock into his ass and the dampened pleasure because
the knot in his stomach refused to let it rise enough to be enjoyable. Hughes
grunted behind him, fingers digging in deeper into Roy's sides and he shifted to let his body
have greater movement. A small spike of ignited nerves made Roy hiss in appreciation when Hughes struck
him deeper. He loved the depth Hughes managed as though the man's cock knew
where to strike before either of them. Plenty of people had said what a lucky
woman Maes Hughes had acquired, but they didn't know
half of it.

Tick tick TICK

Their sex was a far cry from clockwork. Roy
never knew when Hughes would come, or even of what the man would do until he
had done it and surprised them both. It was of little surprise that Gracia had been as enamored of the man before he had taken
her to his bed too. Roy
loved him, too, but that part didn't matter. Much.

"Roy-- oh,
fuck..."

There existed a repetition on how Hughes moaned, cursed and spoke Roy's name that it all translated into something Roy always understood.

I love you. I need you. I want you. But I can't be with you.

Roy's mouth twisted, lips parting to let free quick bursts of air in and out,
letting his throat close around them and become high pitched grunts that Hughes
loved so much - in some distant part of his mind, he wondered if Gracia did the same... Each snap worked him against the
pillow, pulled him away from that watch, that fucking watch, why did he
always have that fucking watch there?

tick tick TOCK

Hughes sank against him, hips double thrusting in shallow pitches that Roy's body fought against
with a tighter grip. His flesh moved, pushed and pulled in each invasion,
nerves bucking under the onslaught. His balls tightened, pulling his cock up to
thrust against the sheets instead of slapping against them. The friction alone
made him whimper in pain, fingers curled against the fabric beneath. Muscles
pulled in different directions, back arching while his legs pulled up and apart
even more. His cheek hissed over the pillow and he was tempted to bite against
it if it didn't mean that watch didn't slide to him. Fingernails dug into his
hips, loosened, moved up to claw against his ribs and it hurt so good
that he moaned. Seed spurted from him, coated the sheets and eased the ache as
he spilled. Roy's eyes widened, he let the orgasm wash over him, a dim reminder
of what he wouldn't have again, wished it was better, but beggars couldn't be
choosers, oh no. Hughes curled against him, preventing any movement at all
while he filled Roy,
marking him

for the last time, time's up, my boy

with a drawn out expulsion of air that wanted to be something other than mere
noise. The shudder of Hughes's cock inside him made Roy smile, the sheath he provided echoing it
in broken spasms that he didn't try to curb. On his stomach, he couldn't smell
their sex, but that was proper too, considering he shouldn't have had sex now,
so close to Hughes's wedding day. With the date set, the groom should not have
been fucking the best man every chance he could before rings were exchanged.

"Roy?"

Rather than reply, Roy
reached up to touch the watch, squeezing it between his palm and thumb that
flipped open the catch. The face stared at him indifferently, barely visible in
the dim light. He wanted to know the last time he had Hughes and frowned when
he noticed the second hand had stopped ticking just after he'd checked it the
last time. As though he and Hughes had been transplanted into a place without
time, however ludicrous the idea; Roy
still liked it.

"Yeah."

The fingers that had bruised his sides and hips moved with new tenderness, became hands that slid around his waist, became
arms that pulled him closer as their bodies shifted to lay on their sides.

"I'm sorry."

Roy balled the
watch in one fist, looking at it with hate for the first time. He drew it back
and launched it at the wall, listening to parts breaking inside, but at least
that damned ticking had stopped too, even if it had all been just an echo in
his head.

"Don't be."

Patience Roy
didn't know he previously possessed let him wait out the quiet sigh Hughes
uttered and even the play of fingers against his chest. Indecision, apology,
accusations or something else Roy
would have weathered patiently. After a moment's hesitation, Hughes gave up on
formulating something to say and simply rested. In the span of such a short
time, the past became the past and the present waited to take its place in it. Roy closed his eyes and
his hips shifted to free Hughes from his body. Hughes said nothing when he
finally pulled his arms free and gathered up his clothes. Roy didn't move when the zip of pants
signaled Hughes was done and about to leave.

"I have to head up to HQ tomorrow; should I take that with me?"
Hughes asked quietly. Business. A better option than
hoping things would be okay now; they would eventually, they both knew that.
Just not like it was before.

"It was already broken," he replied at last. "I'll get it fixed
soon enough." It's just a watch. Oh, but that was a lie and Roy couldn't utter it. It
was his position, his choice and it glared at him every time he looked at it,
knowing and hating that it took him away from what he wished was still his.
He'd broken something else, long before the watch and there was no fixing that.
When Hughes left, he turned into the pillow and covered his face with the hand
that had thrown the watch. Part of him wanted to hate Hughes for the choices
the man had made and this last one that had unequivocally separated them from
nights like this, one last fling before everything else changed.

"I love you, too," he muttered against the indifferent pillow.

Roy had chosen
the academy, alchemy, the military and Hughes had followed only as far as he
could. It wasn't Hughes's fault for leaving him. It was Roy's for leaving a long time ago.

*just because it comes from the mind of a wacko, doesn't necessarily mean it's
insane*
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