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New Year's Resolutions	By : Saranwyn Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male > Roy/Ed Views: 1478 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Edward's eyes fluttered open, and he found himself staring at a broad, tanned chest. For a moment, he thought he was still dreaming. Then, that body shifted and a hand trailed up his spine. He turned his gaze up to meet the eyes of Lieutenant Colonel Roy Mustang. He swallowed hard. We did it, he thought. Last night. For real.
"Good morning," the colonel murmured, toying with Edward's golden locks. "How are you feeling?" The boy shifted experimentally.
"A little achy but…but…I feel really well-rested and…warm." He sat up, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. "How about you?"
"Fantastic." The younger State Alchemist turned to stare out the window. "Do you want me to get us some breakfast?" He nodded. "Do you…regret it?"
"No! I-I mean, you've got everything to lose. Me? I don't have any danger, really."
"Your job."
"I can always claim you're forcing me."
"But you wouldn't do that." Edward blushed. "Are you sure you're okay with this."
"Yes. I'm sure. I want this…th-that is if you do."
"I wouldn't have done this in the first place if I weren't certain. I want you." The teen nodded and Mustang got up to dress and make breakfast. Slowly, Edward climbed out of bed and pulled on his clothes. Coming out into the kitchen, he found Mustang there, making eggs.
"What do we do now?" he asked meekly. "I mean, how do we keep it separated from work? I mean, when you're fighting criminals on the streets, I'll be worried sick about you, and…I don't know." The older man put the eggs onto a plate and set it on the table, sitting down. Edward joined him, gnawing his lip anxiously.
"It will take work, for sure, but it's a matter of discipline. I'm not saying things will be the same – they won't be – but we have to be careful. I think it's best we are extra careful not to have any physical contact at work, and for the moment let's try to keep things as professional as possible." Edward nodded. "And we'll meet in secret. Once you get older, we can go out drinking together without arousing suspicion. It won't be easy, so if you want to stop, now…"
"It's too late for that. I-I mean, if I wanted to not do this, last night was the point of no return." He took a bite of eggs.
"Sorry, I'm not much of a cook."
"It's fine. So, um, what serious relationships have you had before? I mean, I know you've had a lot of flings, but…have you ever had, I don't know, someone you were really serious about, before?" he asked.
"No. I haven't been really serious about anyone before. I mean, if I was worried a serious romantic relationship would develop, I avoided them."
"Why?"
"I don't think my job makes me a good partner. I didn't want to put that on anyone. But I couldn't stay away from you, no matter how hard I tried. Especially once my brother told me how you felt-"
"He told you?!" Edward blushed brightly.
"Aren't you glad for the outcome?"
"Yes, but-!" the boy gave an exasperated groan. "I'm so embarrassed!" Mustang chuckled.
"Don't be. You've no need to be embarrassed about how you feel…or about being a horny teenager."
"What?! What exactly did Liam tell you?!" The older man grinned mischievously. "He told me you moan my name in your sleep." The teen's face transformed into the picture of mortification, his eyes growing wide, his cheeks bright red, his mouth agape.
"H-he told you that?! I-I mean…I…I didn't even know…" He buried his face in his hands. "I wonder how much Al knows. I mean, if I've actually been moaning your name, there's no way he doesn't have suspicions right?"
"I'd assumed you'd talked to him about it, already."
"Of course not! He think I'm in love with Winry! How could I possibly tell him that I'm not only not in love with Winry but that I don't even like girls, and I'm actually in love with you?!" The boy gasped at his confession, clapping a hand over his mouth. "I-I mean…um…I mean…"
"I love you too," Mustang murmured, taking pity on the boy. The Fullmetal Alchemist stared at him, his golden eyes glued to his face. "I know it's not fair that I haven't said it yet."
"You did, technically…New Years Eve…"
"But I mean while sober and everything." He took the boy's hand automail and kissed it. "So I'll say it again. I love you, Edward Elric." Then he dropped the hand and sat back. "Don't expect to hear it too much. I won't risk telling you that where anyone could possibly hear."
"How often can we meet?"
"Twice a week is the most I feel comfortable with, right now. And it's probably the most you could get away with before your brother gets suspicious of something. Though…are you really going to hide it from him?"
"I just don't know how to tell him I'm gay. I feel like I'd be disappointing him." Mustang frowned slightly.
"Your brother loves you. He wouldn't think less of you for being gay. He'll accept you for who you are."
"I mean, I know that, but it's still…I mean, until New Year's Day I didn't even realize it myself! You know?" He sighed.
"I didn't realize I was bisexual until I realized I was in love with you, either," Mustang supplied, trying to ease the boy's mind.
"When did you fall in love with me?"
"Long before I realized it. I think it must have been when I saw you on your first mission. Remember, you came with me on that raid on that gang base in East City? Seeing you fighting was like…getting a glimpse at your soul. I could see your tragedy, your determination, you strength, your pain…everything. And the more I thought about you and the more I got to know you, the deeper I fell. I definitely admired you from the start, though. From the first time I saw you, broken and battered in your grandmother's bed, more of you bandaged than not. Despite looking so fragile, you looked so strong. I could tell right then that you were a survivor."
"W-well, it wasn't like dying was an option. I couldn't leave Al alone. And I have to get him his body back," Edward mumbled, embarrassed.
"Then you went and got your automail and…I'd never seen anyone as strong as you. And on top of that, you made that vow to never kill anyone and all this time you've stuck with it. The military ruins people, dehumanizes us, but you…you've preserved your humanity. Honestly, Edward, there is nothing about you that I dislike. You're honest, brave, strong, empathetic, determined, honorable, realistic, brilliant, kind…you're my ideal."
"What about being sarcastic and rude and a whiny brat?" Mustang grinned, laughing.
"Well, you're all of those things too," he admitted, amused by the teen's immediately defensive response as he yanked back, glaring angrily. "But I don't mind it. You're feisty and sure, you're not refined, but I don't think that's such a bad thing." The boy reluctantly quit sulking to go back to eating. "So when did you fall in love with me?"
"I don't know! I-I think it was…gradual, maybe. I mean, you've always been…kind of amazing, even if you are a smug bastard."
"I'm glad you think so." Edward stood up.
"I should get back."
"What are you going to do about Al?" The teen sighed. "Do you want me to come with you when you tell him? I mean, whenever you do. You have to eventually."
"Yeah. C-can we give it some time? Maybe three months just for me to get used to…us. Then I'll tell him. I promise." Mustang nodded and stood, following Edward back out to his balcony. The boy jumped off, landing catlike in the grass below, wincing. With a wry smile and a wave, the teen walked off, a hand rubbing the small of his back. The colonel smiled, leaning against the rail. Is this how Hughes felt with Gracia? He wondered. A chuckle escaped him and he shook his head, straightening and heading inside to get some work done. He wasn't about to become one of those ditzy, love-struck buffoons he hated so much.
Edward went back to the hotel to find his brother waiting for him. Alfonse was in the living room, playing with a kitten he'd picked up somewhere. He looked up as the older boy came in.
"Hi! You're back!"
"Yeah."
"Where were you all night?"
"Working."
"Really? Wow! Mustang sure is working you hard, recently!" Edward blushed slightly, remembering their quite passionate night.
"U-um…he's probably just getting back at me for not telling him the plan down in Sanctuary."
"You should have told us!"
"I know."
"You've been awfully secretive recently."
"I just didn't know it was going to take so long. I didn't want the truth getting to the rebellion in Sanctuary, so I thought the fewer that knew the better. That included you and Colonel Mustang."
"But we were really worried about you, Ed! You have to be more considerate to the rest of us! I thought they'd hurt you!"
"Sorry, Al. How many times do I have to apologize before you forgive me?" The younger brother sighed.
"I have forgiven you…mostly. Just don't do that, again."
"I won't. Um…I have something kind of weird to ask you."
"What?"
"Have I been…talking in my sleep at all?" Edward blushed, looking away. "I mean, have I…said anything weird in my sleep?"
"I don't think so. You moan sometimes, but I haven't heard anything intelligible. Why?" Relief washed through the alchemist.
"Just curious. I mean, I've just been having some weird dreams."
"About what?"
"Life. You know…the military…I don't know. Th-they're kind of…vague," Edward mumbled. Alfonse made a soft "huh" that made it clear he knew his brother was hiding something, but he chose not to pursue the subject.
"So how did your work go, last night?"
"F-fine. I mean, i-it's kind of a long-term project, so this might happen a couple times a week, okay?"
"Okay…" Edward sat down on the bed and flipped open a book, burying himself in it. Alfonse watched him, stunned. Whatever secret his brother was hiding was really big if it made him voluntarily read a book. Especially one he'd already read. Edward wasn't exactly the most studious of people. What is it you think you can't tell me, Ed? The younger boy wondered sadly. He liked to think that his brother told him everything. With a sigh he determined he'd get it out of him later and returned to playing with the kitten he'd picked up on his walk last night.
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