The Heart of the Mustang

Disclaimer: I don’t own FullMetal Alchemist (anime or manga), their world or any of the characters there within. I just like to imagine them in my own little world (which is totally of my imagining). No profits are made from this story, just gratuitous pleasure.

Summary: Edward is back from beyond the gate, but something is driving him and he can’t seem to settle down, no matter how hard Al and Winry try. Ed has secrets he can’t tell anyone. Sequel to At Fifteen.

Rating: NC-17

Warning Codes: angst, m/m, anal, oral, language, some minor violence, h/c, waff, yaoi, wip,

Pairings: RoyxEd

Author’s note: This story is set several years after Ed returns thru the gate. Al and Winry want him to come home, find a nice girl and settle down, but Ed has other plans. But he can’t seem to tell Al and Winry the truth of his situation. And something is driving him and he can’t confide in Roy about that, either. Ed is just full of secrets.

Feedback is appreciated. Your feedback is your gift to me. My gift to you is the story. I hope that you have enjoy reading it. Any comments left are welcome.
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My thanks to Amethyst-eyed Koneko , Exotic Rose83 and Truly Wished for the wonderful feedback.

To Koneko, for my story, yes he has, and as for the restlessness, that’s all part of the secret, and it will all be revealed. Ed being Ed, it just takes him some time to get around to doing things. He has to work up to it, you know.
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The Heart of the Mustang

Part II

The next time Roy awoke, birds were chirping and the sun was shinning down into his eyes. It was much later then he was used to waking up, but it was so nice to relax in bed with Ed for a change. He opened his eyes to Ed's soft golden gaze, his blond hair flaring around his face like a halo, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips.

“Edward,” said Roy, reaching his hand up to stroke his face gently. Something about this younger man brought out a gentleness that overrode his normal, cold dispassionate persona. Ed's smile made him melt inside like goo, all soft and sappy. Funny, Edward Elric was the only one who had ever had this affect on the playboy Roy Mustang.

“Roy,” Edward responded. “Good morning. I feel wonderful today. How about you?”

“I can’t help feeling good around you,” said Roy. “I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but you make all my reason fly out the window.”

“Are you feeling really generous towards me today?” asked Ed, cautiously.

“After last night, you could ask me for the moon and I’d try to get it for you,” Roy declared.

“Well, it’s not the moon, but it’s a really big favor,” responded Ed.

“What, love? You know I’ll do anything I can for you,” said Roy, sitting up in the bed.

“Love. I like that. It sounds nice when you say that,” Ed smiled.

“Well, you are my love, aren’t you?” asked Roy, smiling. This was a new side of Ed. He had never let Roy call him by a pet name before.

“You got it, stud. I belong to you, completely, no one else,” declared Ed, in effect, accepting the name.

He sat up, then leaned his head against Roy’s broad, warm chest. Roy’s arms came up to clasp him tightly to himself, wanting to hold on to his treasure for as long as he could, because he knew, all too soon Ed would be gone again, wandering restlessly, searching, searching for… something…

“Anyway, what I wanted to ask is, well, Al and Winry have been nagging at me to come home. You know, quit wandering, leave the ungrateful military and come home to stay,” Ed sighed. “They just don’t understand.”

“Have you tried talking to them?” asked Roy

“Yeah, but I just can’t seem to get the words out, I can’t get them to stop talking long enough to listen to me and when they do stop, I don’t know what to say. Hell, I can’t even tell them I’m gay, much less tell them about us,” he said in a agonized voice, burying his head in Roy’s shoulder to hide a sob.

“You want me to go with you,” Roy stated.

“Could you? Would you? You’re the only thing that makes me strong,” he said, lifting a tear streaked face to look woefully into Roy’s eyes.

“Of course, love. Didn’t I say I’d always take care of you?” Roy kissed his forehead. “Leave it to me. I’ll get the arrangement made for us, and have Hawkeye send a wire with the time the train will arrive. Today alright with you?”

“Yeah, let’s get it over with,” Ed smiled tearfully, kissing his beloved Mustang. “Thank you.”

“I’d do anything for you, Edward. You know that. Now, much as I’d like to stay here and play with you some more to cheer you up, I need to shower and dress and head for the office. Some of us have to work for a living,” Roy kissed him once more and arose from the warmth of the bed they shared. “Stay, keep warm a while longer. I’ll be out in a few minutes. We’ll talk a little more while I dress.”

Ed heard the shower start and snuggled back into the warmth of the heavy blanket on Roy’s bed. Roy was such a thoughtful, loving, caring man. So unlike Ed's initial impression of the cold as ice bastard he portrayed himself to be.

And he was a wonderful lover. He allowed Ed the freedom to pursue the dream that only Ed could see at night, in his sleep, the dream he couldn’t tell anyone about, wouldn’t even admit to himself very often. He let Ed come back repeatedly, with open arms, then to leave him just as abruptly, with no questions ever asked, no recriminations. Only the words ‘I missed you’ falling into Ed's tired, lonely ears. He was Ed's greatest solace in these last long, tiring years.

Yes, Roy Mustang did appear to truly love him and Edward gladly gave himself complete to this man. The man who had seen something right from the beginning in the brash 12 year-old boy who had accosted him about becoming a dog of the military, something no one else had seen, and Roy Mustang had nurtured and cared for it in his own remote, impersonal way. They had fought and spared constantly, but the two could never seem to stay away from each other, drawn together, somehow needing the fights that they fueled each other with. And over the years, this had grown into respect from the boy and later bloomed into love from the young man.

Roy came out of the bathroom drying his hair, clad only in his uniform pants and glanced at the young blond in his bed.

Edward, in love, looked like a flower in full bloom. His hair floated about his face on the pillow as if it was a golden halo surrounding the face of an angel. His face was soft and relaxed and there was a slight smile playing on his lips. Behind those closed eye lids, Roy knew he’d see golden eyes that looked to be lit with all of the passion of Hell’s fires, a veritable blazing inferno of emotion packed into that slender, strong body. What an awesome little handful Edward Elric was. And he was all the property of one Roy Mustang, had been since the first day he came to Roy’s bed, a trembling virgin of fifteen.

Roy finished dressing and went to look down at his sleeping beauty. Ed opened those golden eyes and smiled languidly up at Roy.

“You look gorgeous. I’d like to stay and ravish you, but I’ve got to go. My car is waiting. I’ll be home soon, love. Do you need to do any shopping before we go? I’ll leave you some money, if you do,” said Roy, pulling on his blue overcoat.

“Umm. I thought I’d take a shower, then, yeah, there are a few things that I need,” admitted Ed.

“I’ll leave money on the table. Spend what you like. I’ll be home as soon as I can.” Roy leaned over and claimed a quick kiss, then straightened to put on his hat. “Love you, Edward.”

“Love you, too, Roy,” Edward answered, smiling as his handsome Mustang walked proudly out the door.

Ed heard the car pull away and reluctantly crawled out of the warm bed. He pulled on Roy’s robe and searched around the room for the clothes he knew he’d left here at various times over the years. It turned out that he had quite a wardrobe, but they were all old, worn and faded. Walking into the living room, he saw the money Roy had left him, $200.00. Ed smiled. He’d buy something nice to wear. If he was going to claim the Mustang as his before his family, he should dress accordingly. He hurried into the shower.

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Not too long after, Ed was hurrying down the street towards a shop he recalled seeing on the way home last night. He found it easily and went in to get some new clothes. The first items he picked out were two pairs of well fitting, tight black pants, the kind that were low cut on his hips, nice and tight on his ass, showing it off to perfection. He knew Roy was always looking at it, and he really liked to run his hands over it when ever they were alone, so why not feed his fetish? It was his money, after all.

Then he turned to the shirts, looking through the brightly colored, tight tee shirts, wondering which Roy would like the best.

“Well, if it isn’t the Brigadier’s boy toy,” came a light female voice from behind him. “I guess he pays well for a night in his bed.”

Ed whirled around, coming face to face with the young waitress from the pub last night.

“Oh, it’s you,” he said, dismissing her and turning back to the shirts he was looking at.

“So, is the Mustang as wild in bed as everyone claims he is?” the girl asked spitefully, looking pointedly at a small red mark showing just above Ed's collar.

“Look, you should shut up about things you don’t know anything about,” said Ed, turning to look coldly at her.

“Ha! I saw you two with your tongues down each other throats. And I’ve never seen you with him before. He comes into the pub all of the time. Alone. All of the time,” she said smugly.

“You know, I don’t have time for your petty jealousy and your little girl games. I have things I need to do,” he said turning away.

“Yeah, like getting pretty for your man,” she sneered.

Ed just ignored her, instead studying a tight red shirt that he thought would look good with the pants. Seeing she wasn’t going to get anywhere with the line she was taking, the girl decided to take another tack.

“So, how long are you here for? You’re just a fling, right? Here and gone again?” she asked, moving closer to him. “That’s a nice color.”

“Look, what do you want from me?” Ed asked impatiently.

“I just want to know if I have a chance at Mustang when you’re gone,” she said simply. “He always looks so alone when he comes in. He needs a companion, and I want to be it. I think you’re just a passing fancy, or I’d have seen you with him more often. I think he needs someone to be with him all of the time. And I want to be that someone.”

“Well, forget it. You have about a snowball’s chance in hell to even warm his bed for one night, if he was looking for a bed warmer, which he isn’t,” said Ed, bluntly. “He’d never keep someone like you on a permanent basis. He likes substance, not fluff. He can get fluff a dime a dozen. Fluff lines up around the block for a man like him.”

“Oh, you little slut!” she raged. “Call me fluff! What do you thing you are, with your tight pants and pretty blond hair? The epitome of fluff. You’ll be out on that tight ass in no time, too, if that’s the case, and I hope it hurts. You’re nothing better then a bed warmer yourself.”

She stomped off, tears in her eyes. Ed felt a little bad, but truly, she had no chance at all and no reason to keep her hopes up. She’d never be more then a mild flirtation now, a one night bed warmer at the very most for him when he was still dating women. He had the Mustang’s reins now and wasn’t about to give them to anybody else. He finally just grabbed a couple of shirts and some underclothes, paid for everything then headed back to Roy’s. Suddenly, he felt the need to reassure himself that Roy really was his.

Roy was just walking out of the bedroom, having changed from his uniform, when Ed rushed into his arms, packages scattering around them like rain.

“Well, hello to you, too, Edward,” said Roy, pulling him into a passionate kiss, Ed’s tongue demanding a response from him.

Roy let his hands slide down Ed's back to the nice, tight ass that he liked so much, squeezing it gently, then pulling Ed close to rub against him for a moment or two before breaking off the kiss.

“To what do I owe this very passionate ‘hello’?” he asked, smiling.

“Oh, I just ran into that stupid bar girl, and I let her get to me,” Edward confessed. “I just needed to be sure that you really do love me, that I’m not just some passing fancy to you.”

“Edward,” said Roy, sternly, “if I didn’t love you, I wouldn’t take you back every time you run away from me, now would I?”

“No, you wouldn’t,” said Edward, having the grace to blush.

“Alright, then, no more of this nonsense. We have an hour and a half before the car comes to take us to the station. Shall I show you how much I love you?” Roy asked.

Edward answered with a kiss and by pressing his willing body up against Roy’s. Roy swung the slender young man up into his arms, continuing the deep, passionate kiss and carried his lover into the bedroom, only to drop him onto the unmade bed.

Shedding his clothes quickly, he disrobed Ed just as efficiently, then lay next to his gorgeous blond, running firm hands over the slender body, preparing him quickly for some hard, fast lovemaking. And no matter how hard Roy demanded, Ed responded. This time, Roy was going for raw sex, tender love being a thing for the night, in his books.

He rolled Ed to his stomach, pulled his slender hips into the air, ran lubed fingers into his passage, Ed not needing a lot of preparation after the night’s lovemaking. Roy entered him quickly and easily, concentrating on hitting Ed’s sweet spot consistently, sending him into a frenzy of screaming and writhing, gasping for breath before coming hard in Roy’s demanding hand.

After getting Ed off, Roy increased his pace, bringing himself to an explosive orgasm, slamming hard into his slender lover’s body, arching back to bury himself as deeply as possible, spilling his passion within the warm, willing body once more. Ed moaned, fists clenched in the sheets and his face buried in a pillow that swallowed his cries of pleasure.

He slumped over Ed's trembling body and Ed flattened under him, both lying quietly for several minutes before he withdrew and sat up. He smiled, looking at Ed, sprawled across the large bed, looking completely satisfied.

“So, was that hot and passionate enough for you, love?” Roy asked, getting out of the bed and heading for the bathroom.

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk,” Ed moaned. “You’re gonna kill me.”

“If you came home more often, I wouldn’t have to try to make up for all the time you’ve been gone,” replied Roy, rolling Edward over and wiping him down with a damp towel. “Come on, love. You need to dress. We have a train to catch, remember?”

“Ugh. Yeah, I’m coming, just give me a minute,” Edward answered, getting up the energy to move. How did Roy manage, he wondered to himself.

Dressing himself in his new clothes, he noticed Roy checking out his pants, so he gave a sexy little wiggle, then jumped as Roy grabbed him, pulling him close with a playful growl, applying a well placed slap to his ass.

“I really like those pants,” he whispered in Edward's ear. “You look so hot, too bad I’ll have to wait until tonight to do something about it.”

“You are incorrigible,” retorted Ed. “How can you even think about sex again so soon? Don’t you ever get tired?”

“No, love. That’s the strength and stamina of the Mustang. I can go on for hours,” he leered. “Wanna try for an all nighter when we get to our hotel?”

“NO! You really are going to kill me,” exclaimed Ed, mock fear widening his eyes.

“No one’s ever died from an overdose of sex,” stated Roy. “They may have wish they had, but they didn’t. You do it to me, you know.”

Ed just laughed, then kissed his wild lover affectionately. They walked out hand in hand to the car that was waiting to take them to the train station.

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When they boarded the train, Roy led Ed to the private compartment that Colonel Hawkeye had booked for them. Roy closed the blinds to the hall and locked the door before he sat back to relax with his tired lover. Ed snuggled into his warm arms and immediately dozed off. Roy let him sleep until they were almost an hour away from their destination. Then he began to put his devious little plan into action. Roy had a big surprise planed for Alphonse and Winry.

He started slowly, kissing Ed gently, stroking his body softly. Ed awoke feeling Roy's hands running down his body, then pulling his shirt up so his soft hands could caress his bare chest. With a soft sigh, Ed surrendered his mouth to Roy’s demanding kisses.

After a few minutes, Roy lay him back on the seat and pulled his shirt off completely. His mouth moved down to Ed's soft neck, sucking and biting just to the side of his neck, under his ear. Before Ed realized it, Roy had left a huge hickey on his neck, and there would be no way to conceal it. Roy looked at his work, smugly satisfied and moved on to the next step of his plan.

He trailed more bites and kisses down Ed's unresisting body, leaving a trail of hickeys all the way down to the low cut waist of his new, tight black pants. Roy quickly had the pants unzipped and pulled off before Ed could protest and finished his trail of kisses down to Ed's hard cock.

Roy’s mouth closed over it, taking it deep into his throat, then sucking and licking, teasing until he had Ed panting and moaning. Once more he took Ed deep into his mouth and the caressing fingers of one hand on Ed's silky sac and stroking fingers of the other hand on the base of his shaft encouraged him to release his passion into Roy’s mouth.

After he had swallowed completely, Roy sat up and unzipped his own pants, letting his own highly aroused erection free from it’s confinement. He then generously spreading on the scented oil that Edward favored, and pulled the unresisting young man onto his lap, settling Edwards tight body over his aching shaft. The soft cry from Ed as Roy filled him made Roy growl in pleasure.

Using the motion of the train, Roy moved Ed on himself in a gentle rolling motion, all the while giving him hard kisses on the mouth, and occasionally attacking his tender neck. All in all, it was a wonderful combination of sensations, and the gentle motion had them both moaning in pleasure.

No more then ten minutes from the station, Roy finally released his passion, spilling his seed once more into Ed's beautiful body. The young man slumped against him, and Roy held him tightly to himself.

“You look beautiful, Edward,” Roy said softly, a smile on his face for his tired angel.

“I look like a slut,” murmured Edward, “and I smell like one, too.”

“No, you look gorgeous, love. You never look more beautiful then when you’ve just been fucked,” said Roy, smugly. “You have the blushing afterglow of sex on your cheeks, the sated look of satisfaction in your eyes, you have the scent of lust lingering on you, and you have my mark on your neck.”

“Yeah, I look and smell like a slut,” laughed Ed. “And a hickey?”

“Not just a hickey, a really big hickey and right there,” smirked Roy, touching his neck. “Where no one can miss it. Too bad they can’t see the others, especially this one down here. You’d better put on your pants, love, we’re pulling into the station.”

“I don’t suppose you have a towel or anything?” asked Ed, trying to straighten his clothes.

“Sorry, love, you’ll have to be a little wet until we get to the hotel,” said Roy contritely.

Ed just shook his head, letting his long blond hair fall around his shoulders. Roy refused to allow him to tie it into it’s customary ponytail. Well, if they didn’t get it now, they never would.

“Edward?” said Roy.

“Yes, stud?” he responded flippantly.
“I love you, Edward,” Roy smirked.

“Yeah, and the whole world is going to know it soon. Did I really need to bring you?” asked Edward, shaking his head.

Roy just shrugged and opened their door. The train chugged to a halt and they headed to the exit.

Ed was on the stairs ready to step down to the platform when Al and Winry saw him. Alphonse called his name and waved and they started over eagerly to claim him. Then they heard the soft baritone voice.

“Edward?” called Roy, softly.

Ed stopped on the step and turned his head back. Roy’s hand reached out, slid it behind his neck and pulled him back for a kiss. Roy smiled wickedly, then let his lover go.

“You look beautiful, Edward,” he told his lover again.

“Brother?” Al stopped, puzzled, then Ed turned and the hickey on his neck made Alphonse feel as if someone had knocked the wind out of him.

“Edward, you’ve finally come home,” cried Winry, then she, too, saw the hickey.

Ed stepped off the bottom step onto the train platform. He hugged Al and then Winry.

“Hello, it’s great to see you again. I hope you don’t mind, I brought someone with me,” Ed started, then Roy stepped down behind him and put a hand on his shoulder in a very familiar way.

Al and Winry were too shocked to say anything. Ed was standing there, brazenly, smelling of sex, looking wild and wanton with his hair flowing loose around his shoulders, and the biggest hickey imaginable on his neck, and then Roy Mustang walked out, putting his hands on Ed in a very possessive manner. Both Alphonse and Winry stood gaping stupidly, unable to speak, let along move, coherent thought having deserted them for the moment.

“Al? Winry? You remember Roy Mustang, I’m sure,” Edward smiled, then began to worry. They still hadn’t moved.

“Al?” said Ed again.

“Bro… brother, this is such a, a surprise, we, we thought you were coming home to stay,” stuttered Al.

”No, Roy and I can only stay for the weekend. Look, should we go to our hotel now, then meet you at your house later?” asked Ed, calmly, pretending not to notice their confusion.

“Hotel? You’re, you’re not going to stay at our house?” asked Winry.

“No, Roy and I thought it would be better if we stayed at the hotel. We didn’t want to impose on you too much,” said Ed casually. “So, dinner at your house, later?”

“Ah, sure, yeah, ah, dinner at our house, later,” agreed Winry.

“That sounds good. What time, Winry?” asked Ed.

Winry looked helplessly at Al. This wasn’t at all what they had planned. What had happened?

“Ah, how about six, brother? That gives you about an hour to settle in,” said Al.

“That sounds good,” said Roy, speaking for the first time. “Shall we go then, Edward?”

“Yes, Roy. Did Hawkeye make reservations for us?” Edward asked.

“Of course. Riza is highly efficient. She thinks of everything.” Roy turned and walked away. “Let’s go, love.”

Ed smiled and waved at Alphonse and Winry who were still in somewhat a state of shock.

“See you around six, then,” he called, following Roy towards the hotel.

When he caught up to Roy, he took his hand comfortably and smiled up at the other man happily. The two looked so nice and natural together, it was obvious that they had been with each other for quite some time.

“Al, they’re, they’re…” Winry couldn’t say it.

“Lovers,” said Al in a strangled sounding voice. “He’s not coming home, is he Winry? He’s never going to come home, is he?”

“Oh, Alphonse, I’m so sorry,” said Winry softly. “I don’t understand how this could have happened. And with that horrible man, Mustang. I thought Edward detested the man, Al.”

“I guess not any more,” Al replied. “Well, let’s get home and get dinner ready. They’ll be over soon.”

Alphonse and Winry walked home together, hand in hand, trying to comfort each other in what seemed to be the worst disaster imaginable.

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