It Wasn't Anything

Chapter 10

The Shower

Ed woke up in his lover’s arms. As he opened his eyes and focused, he saw dark eyes gazing back at him. He shifted his position slightly, wincing at the sharp pain in his shoulder. The few more hours rest had been enough for him to process the supportive words Roy had offered him. Roy had kept his word and was still by his side. Ed squeezed him hard as he finally recognized he was loved.

“How are you doing?” Roy gently kissed Ed's forehead, feeling Ed melt deeper into his side. He’d lay there all day and night with Ed if that’s what was required of him. But, he was surprised to see Ed’s head rise and amber eyes peer into his own, lips so close.

Ed's eyes roamed over Roy’s striking features, gazing deeply into his midnight eyes, into his soul. He could see it finally, the love Roy felt for him. He wondered; is that what Maes saw? Did he finally have what he craved? Could Roy’s love save him from himself? He urgently pressed his lips against Roy's, just wanting to savor him for a moment.

Roy pulled away, smiling. “Doing that good, huh?” It seemed like Ed had been able to rise up from whatever depths he’d fallen to.

Ed smiled. “I’m actually doing so well, I think I’d like to take a shower.” Ed pried his eyes away from Roy as he rose from the bed.

“Well, that’s good because you were starting to get a little ripe.” Roy chuckled. Roy saw Ed glare at him, telling him the old hotheaded Fullmetal was on a rebound.

Ed stood and stretched.

Roy sat back and watched his young lover, noting the taut muscles of his back and the small waist they fed into. Of course, he couldn’t take his eyes off the firm, round behind beckoning him. “Do that again and the shower will have to wait.”

Ed turned around. “You wish.” He made his way into Roy’s bathroom.

Ed carefully removed the bandage just under his left shoulder and examined the wound. It was small, but he knew it went deep. There were only a few stitches holding it together. He was suddenly glad the knife hadn’t been larger or had hit him a few more inches toward his center. He looked at his face in the mirror. It seemed to glow with an inner light, Roy’s light, he thought. He stepped into the shower and bathtub combination and turned the water on.

The liquid felt delicious cascading down his skin. Stepping away, he soaped his body and hair and returned to the comfort of the warm water. When he pushed his head under the spout, he sensed someone grab him from behind. He jumped. The memory of Envy holding him like this was still fresh in his mind. But when he turned around, he saw Roy’s dark head hovering over his shoulder and felt Roy’s arms caressing his chest in a gentle manner, not cruel the way Envy had been. He wondered how long it would take to come to terms with the vicious images of that night. He leaned in close to Roy, needing to feel secure in his arms. It was scary how much he’d started depending on him.

“You sure you’re okay? I wouldn’t want you to get lonely in here,” Roy whispered, close to his ear, lips lightly touching the soft folds. He heard Ed moan, just what he’d wanted. Positioning his hands further down Ed’s torso, he ran slow, methodic circles into Ed's abdominal muscles. “Feel good?” His voice was soft and seductive. He was rewarded with another moan from his lover and felt Ed pressing his backside into his own erection. The couple swayed back and forth in a dance that quickly turned passionate.

Feeling Roy’s lips licking and sucking the tender skin on his neck, Ed tilted his head back into the sensation. He remembered his previous shower fantasy that ended in disaster, but this time Roy was actually here and his brother, well, who cared at the moment where is brother was. They were alone and Ed’s body was on fire. He put a hand over Roy’s and guided him down between his legs. He felt Roy’s hand lightly stroke over his length. “No, harder, Roy, much harder.” He was in no mood to be teased. He felt Roy take hold of him and squeeze with just the right amount of pressure to send him thrusting into the hand.

“Is that what you want?” Envy asked, as long black hair fell down around Ed’s waist.

Ed gasped. It couldn’t be, not now. He tried to turn around and see the face of the creature holding him, but Envy’s grasp tightened, forcing him to remain with his back to him. “Where’s, where’s Roy?” He thought quickly. How would Envy have gotten passed Roy? Or was he just waiting in here for the right moment? He could still feel the creature’s erection pressing and rubbing against his behind. The thought of it touching him made him ill. “Where’s Roy?"

Envy chuckled with delight. “He’s right where you left him, although he’s probably no longer conscious.” Envy's voice was filled with sarcasm. “He’s all right, but it’s you I wanted. You felt good in my hands the other night, really good. Much better than your mother ever did.” Envy knew he’d be able to have his way with Ed eventually. The alchemist had been so docile the other night. His arms tightened around Ed’s shoulders, squeezing the wound enough to make blood seep out of it. A crimson line ran down to the foreign arms binding the alchemist.

Ed cringed from the pain in his shoulder and Envy's mouth, now biting and sucking harshly on the back of his neck. As the sensation on his neck deepened, Ed leaned into Envy’s touch and moaned. “Envy, that feels good.” Ed rubbed his back against Envy’s chest. Ed’s tactic worked. Envy’s grasp loosened when he reached down again between Ed’s legs. So, this fucker hurt Roy, his Roy, Ed thought. Envy was going to pay dearly for that.

Suddenly, Ed bent forward, letting his rage consume him. He clapped, and slapped his hands on the tile of the bathtub wall. A razor sharp ceramic blade impaled Envy in the chest, forcing him to fully release Ed. Ed spun around the room, clapping and forming transmutations all around the open portion of the tub, causing prison bars to form. When he was finished, he pulled a towel down off the nearby rack and covered himself. He inspected his handiwork and the caged homunculus.

Envy glared coldly back at him in disbelief.

“The first time I stabbed you, it was for me,” Ed said, staring Envy down and pacing the bars. Stopping at the tile surrounding the bathtub, he put his hands as high as they would go. “This time." He clapped, sending another ceramic blade into Envy's chest.

Envy screeched.

“And this time.” Ed clapped lower, sending a blade into Envy's stomach.

Envy screeched again.

“And this time.” Ed clapped even lower, sending the blade into Envy's lower abdomen. “Is for whatever fucked up thing you did to Roy!”

Envy screeched a third time and lost consciousness.

Seeing Envy's body go lax and imprisoned allowed Ed to focus on Roy. He ran out of the bathroom and back into Roy’s bedroom.

Roy was lying on the bed, on his back.

Ed ran to Roy and threw his body on top of him. He positioned his head over Roy’s chest and held his breath, waiting to hear the familiar thumping of his heart. Then he heard it. The sweet rhythm brought tears to his eyes. “Roy.” Tears rolled down his cheeks. “Roy, wake up. Wake up, damn-it.” He shook Roy's shoulders.

Roy's head turned to the side.

Ed looked down on a gash. Blood soaked the sheets underneath. The sight of the blood ripped panic through his soul. He quickly grabbed a clean part of the sheet, ripped it, and tied it snugly around Roy’s head. He kept telling himself it wasn’t so bad. Head wounds always bleed a lot, right? But that thought didn’t keep his screams at bay. They suddenly erupted from him. “Don’t leave me! Don’t leave me, Roy!” He fell against Roy’s chest, weeping and clutching his wounded lover.

It took a few minutes for Ed to collect himself and figure out how to handle the situation. The first person to come to Ed’s mind for help was Riza Hawkeye. Ed reluctantly left Roy’s bed and headed for the kitchen to find Roy’s phone. He phoned her number and waited, trying in desperation to calm himself. After a few rings he heard the familiar voice.

“Central, this is Hawkeye.”

“H-hello, R-Riza?” Ed gulped hard.

“Edward? Is that you? You don’t sound so good.”

“It’s, it’s Roy, he . . . ” Ed started crying. There was no way he was going to be able to say what happened without breaking down again. Because saying it meant that it really happened.

“Roy what? What’s happened to Roy?” She only heard soft sobs on the other end of the line. “Ed, calm down, where are you? Are you still at Roy’s house?”

Ed grit his teeth. “Y-yes, and Envy, he . . . ” His voice choked as another sob forced itself through.

Envy’s name was all she had to hear. Fear gripped her heart. “I’m coming.”

Ed heard the phone go dead with her last statement. He walked with shaky legs back to Roy’s room, dropped the towel off him, and slowly put on the white shirt Roy had been wearing earlier. It was so large on him, the sleeves fell a few inches passed his hands and the tails fell almost to his knees. He made his way back to Roy’s side, not noticing how big the shirt was, and laid back down on top of him, curling himself up into his lover as close as he could. “Roy, it’s going to be all right. Hawkeye is coming. She’ll take care of it. You’ll be okay, you’ll see. You have to be okay, Roy. You just have to, because, because I can’t live, without you. I can’t, I love you, too much . . . too much.” His tears beaded onto Roy’s chest.

-O-

“Damn-it!” Riza hung up the phone. She should have taken care of that homunculus when she had the chance. There was nothing she could do about it now. She had to get to Roy’s house and see what damage was caused. On her way out the door, she shouted several commands to various other officers and until she had what she needed.

-O-

Riza came into Roy's house alone, gun drawn, for two reasons. One was to make sure Envy couldn’t hide himself among a group of people and secondly, she wasn’t sure how much discretion would be required. Riza was struck speechless by the scene in Roy’s bedroom.

Ed was wrapped around the Colonel in one of his shirts. His hair was loose and wet, and he was crying softly.

Riza went to Ed and laid a hand on his side. "Tell me what happened here.” Her gaze took in the bandage on Roy’s head.

Ed kept his ear on Roy’s chest. He had to make sure his lover’s heart remained beating. “Envy’s here. He-he tried to, he hit Roy on the head with-with something.” When he remembered his rage, his eyes seemed to glaze over. “He’s in the bathroom. I caged him and I stabbed him.” Ed rose off Roy’s chest, quickly grabbing one of Riza’s guns from its holster, and ran into to the bathroom.

Riza only saw a flurry of white and blonde hair run into Roy’s bathroom. She heard shots, one after another, realizing what Ed had taken from her. She sped in after him.

Ed emptied all the rounds into Envy’s skull, enjoying the sound of each one hitting its mark. Even after the gun was emptied, he continued to pull the trigger. Clicking noises bounced off the walls in the bathroom. “You’ll never touch me or Roy again.” Suddenly, he felt a warm hand cover his own and the gun handle.

“Edward, it’s done. We’ll take it from here, okay? Just, get dressed and go with the Colonel and medics to the hospital. I’ll go get them now,” Riza said.

As Riza left, with her gun safely back in it's holster, Ed turned to her. “Hawkeye?”

“What, Edward?” She noted the slight trembling of his lower lip.

“You know, don’t you.”

“Know?”

“You know about me and Roy. That we—"

“Ed, I’ve known about the Colonel’s, uh, orientation for a long time. I couldn’t have worked so closely with him and not known. He’s a good man.” She walked out of the room.

xxx

Ed helped Roy out of his car and up the walkway to his door, holding his arm as they went. Ed brought out the keys and unlocked the door before guiding his lover across the threshold.

Roy walked to his bedroom with Ed following behind like a lost puppy. “I’m going to take a shower.”

“But, Roy, your stitches.” Ed was so close to Roy he almost bumped into him.

Roy turned around and pushed Ed back a foot or so.

Ed sighed.

“Quit mothering me. It’ll be fine. Besides, it’s about time we actually showered together, don’t you think?” As Roy leaned over to kiss Ed’s forehead, a wicked grin spread across his lips

xxx

Roy entered the shower after Ed and slipped his arms around his him. He swayed with Ed’s head resting on his chest.

Ed's arms were wrapped tight around Roy's waist.

Roy rested his cheek on top of his lover's head. “I love you, Ed.”

“I love you too, so much,” Edward said, softly. He tilted his head back and found Roy’s lips. Kissing them hungrily, he received all they had to offer. He felt Roy’s hardness on his stomach and the swelling in himself. He pressed urgently against Roy, needing to feel delicious pressure. “Roy, take me.”

Roy stole a minute to soap his hand.

Ed felt Roy’s hand fall between his legs and stroke him, hard and insistent, increasing in speed. Letting out a loud moan, Ed pressed his hips into the sensation.

Roy pressed his lips close to Ed's ear. “What do you want, Ed? Should I enter you again?” He was breathless.

Ed remembered the remarkable feeling of having Roy inside him and nodded his head.

Roy let go and turned Ed around.

Ed felt Roy's erection rubbing against his behind while Roy caressed him around his middle. Roy’s mouth playfully kissed and sucked at the tender skin between Ed’s neck and shoulder. Ed felt a hand drop and begin to stroke his length again. For a moment, Ed’s mind flashed back to Envy, causing him to gasp and turn his head, making sure it was still was Roy who was behind him. Ed hadn’t told all of what happened to Roy, he didn’t want to upset him unnecessarily. After all, he’d gotten his revenge and he wanted to put it behind him.

“Ed, what’s the matter? You’re pale all of a sudden.” Roy stopped what he was doing and turned Ed around to face him. He looked into Ed’s eyes. Clearly there was something very wrong. He watched Ed veer away and look at the tile wall. “Look at me. Ed, what’s wrong?”

When he thought about how close he’d actually come to being raped by the homunculus, Ed started to shake. He hadn’t thought about it before. All of his attention had been focused on Roy and his recovery. But now, being here in the shower with Roy and assuming practically the same position made the memories very real. He didn’t want to lose the precious moment that had started between them, but his emotions were not cooperating. “Damn-it, Roy, just leave it alone, okay?”

Roy reached over and turned off the tap. Only small drips made their way to the bottom of the bathtub. “You are going to tell me what is bothering you. I won’t let you shut me out again.” Roy opened the shower curtain and got out. He wrapped a towel around himself and handed one to Ed, noticing how much Ed’s hands shook when he took the towel. Then it hit him. If Envy had been captured in his shower and the last thing he remembered was Ed going into his bathroom to take a shower, then at what point had Envy found Ed? Roy’s anger grew as images of Envy groping Ed in the Ishbal restaurant burst forward.

Roy's anger was further fueled by the realization that Ed may have been molested by the bastard and then didn’t tell him. After Ed secured the towel around his waste, Roy seized his arm and tugged him out into the bedroom.

"Stop!" Ed wriggled in Roy's grasp, but was unable to break free.

When Roy strode into the middle of the bedroom, he halted his gait.

Ed smacked into Roy.

Glaring, Roy wheeled around.

Ed startled, trying desperately to control the trembling in his limbs, but it was no use. Peeking up at Roy, he couldn’t understand why Roy looked so mad all of a sudden.

“Damn-it, Ed. Tell me what that bastard did to you.” Roy clutched both of Ed’s arms.

Ed flinched.

He kicked himself internally and told himself to calm down. He didn't mean to scare him. He was just so furious at the thought of anyone else touching his lover. But, this wouldn’t make it any easier on Ed. Roy sighed. “I’m sorry, please tell me. Did Envy do something to you in the shower? Is that what’s bothering you?” He pulled Ed close for a warm embrace.

As Ed tried to put into words the horrible moment he saw Envy’s long locks fall around him and the homunculus’ sickening touch, he felt tears close. “I-I thought he was you, Roy. H-he didn’t do much, really.” Tears escaped down his cheeks.

“Did he touch you?” Roy asked, not sure he wanted to hear the answer.

“Y-yes, b-but not very much.” He felt Roy’s hold on him strengthen and he heard a sob break away from his lover. The reaction astonished him.

Roy pushed his face into the side of Edward's head and tried to control himself. He thought he should be strong for Ed, not fall apart. But he felt responsible for allowing Envy to have access to him. He should have been better prepared. Hawkeye told him they never found Envy.

Reaching up to either side of Roy's face, Ed's thumbs gently wiped the tears from his cheeks and placed a tender kiss on his lips. He pushed Roy backwards.

As the bed hit the Roy's legs, he fell back, with Ed on top of him, into a soft landing.

Ed found Roy’s lips and kissed him heatedly. His mouth devoured Roy in urgent sucks and his flesh hand reached down into Roy’s groin, finding his erection and pumped on it with insistence. He heard Roy moaning with pleasure as he brought his mouth down to Roy’s nipples. He played with them momentarily before bringing himself further down onto Roy’s body. He licked a wet trail between Roy’s belly button and groin and then put his mouth over Roy’s length. He only wanted one thing, to finish what they’d started in the shower. At the moment, he didn’t care about Envy. All he wanted was Roy, the one who loved him.

Roy was stunned at the speed and voraciousness in which Ed was assaulting his body. But, he wasn’t about to complain. He surrendered to Ed’s touch and let the sensations overpower any feelings of guilt and anger. Roy clutched at the sheets on his bed as he felt his climax getting close already. Ed was good, really good.

Ed felt Roy’s body starting to grow taut in anticipation of release. The knowledge of it enticed Ed’s already pulsating erection. He pulled away, wanting to have from his lover what was offered in the shower. Ed sat up, wiped his mouth with the back of his flesh hand, and leaned over Roy, opening the nightstand drawer and hauling out the lotion. He squirted some of the sweet smelling substance onto his flesh hand and dove it right back onto Roy, covering his length.

Roy bucked and moaned with pleasure.

Lying on top of Roy, Ed tried to pull his lover's body on top of himself. So aroused, he knew he had to persuade Roy to hurry.

Roy rolled onto Ed, knowing exactly what his lover needed. He felt Ed’s legs spread and his erection fill the empty space.

In one swift motion, Ed’s hands pressed into Roy's behind while the his hips thrust upwards, pushing Roy in deep and hard. He gasped with urgency. Repositioning himself, he pulled on Roy’s hips again, trying to link his lover with his internal bundle of nerves. He felt the delicious connection possess him with the second thrust.

Thrusting harder into Roy, Ed released a loud moan. He pulled out again, only to drive his hips upward again and again, feeding his need, satiating his craving to be filled by his lover.

Roy slipped his hand in-between them and gripped Ed's erection. Ed was slick with pre-seed, allowing Roy to stroke him easily. Roy loved every second of the wild ride Ed had him on.

Ed found himself getting quickly sensitive. He couldn’t hold on any longer. When his peak hit, the waves of his climax coursed through every nerve in his body. He held tight to Roy and buried his face into Roy’s chest, letting out sharp gasps, allowing the connection between them to make everything right.

Roy's own release came on rapidly and intensely, forcing Roy to relax his hold on Ed. As he surged into Ed, he fell over him, gasping for breath. When it ended, he put both arms around his lover, giving him a tender embrace. “Damn, Ed, that was incredible.” Roy's breath began to slow.