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Adult +
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Uncertainty
A/N:Lilith, I'm glad you like this. It was done because my friend is a huge fan of that pairing, so I'm glad someone else approves. chelzi, I agree that I don't like Maes cheating on Gracia. That relationship is just too wonderful to have him having an affair. I prefer when she's aware, like here. Nice to see someone else who thinks that way. And I'm glad you're reading. hikaru9, Yes, it's here now, so I will finish it for you.
Uncertainty
Ed walked away from the Central office, hand to his lips, trying to wrap his mind around what he’d done, why he’d done it. He’d kissed Maes Hughes. Well, not exactly. Hughes—or would it be Maes after what they had shared?—had kissed him, but Ed hadn’t been pushing him away when he did it. And now, his mind that had been preoccupied with thoughts of his commanding officer now found itself unable to shake images of the man he’d never taken seriously until today.
It was a shock, not only to find that he wasn’t alone, even among the small circle of what were essentially his friends—or at least as close as he’d come to having friends—but to discover that the quintessential family man was gay and wanted him and looked at him the way he’d seen the colonel look at so many of his women. Ed was part automail, young, horribly inexperienced, temperamental, and… still growing, and yet, someone wanted him. That thought alone, regardless of the person from whom those sentiments were coming from, nearly made the alchemist skip down the street, and Ed did not skip. Ever.
He hadn’t had a clue what to do when Maes kissed him. It was nothing like when he’d shared his first kiss with Winry. Neither had had anything to go on, but the lieutenant colonel was experienced, obviously, if that kiss was anything to go by. And Ed was not. The teen cursed himself for bringing his right hand to the back of the man’s neck; he wasn’t sure if that was a proper move on his part, but he sure as hell knew he shouldn’t have used his automail to do it. Or if he had, it should have been covered in gloves, because Ed didn't want to ruin a potential something by reminding someone interested in him that he wasn't technically whole
And why had he done it in the first place? He’d had his targets on Colonel Mustang. Still did, truth be told, even though Lieutenant Colonel Hughes was rising through the ranks in Ed’s mind faster than the aspiring furher. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t noticed Hughes before. There was no crime in noticing a married man. It was doing something with him, like, oh, say, kissing him in the middle of his office at the central command of the homophobic military, that was a crime, both literally and figuratively.
And though Ed knew Maes was not a liar, he couldn’t help but wonder, what if he’d only told Ed that he had an open relationship with his wife to ease the young mind or to convince him to, well, do what they’d done. Gracia had always been so good to him, so kind, and Ed didn’t want to hurt her. She was as close to a mother as Ed had really had since the death of his own, he didn’t want to see her hurt, didn’t want to be the cause of her husband’s abandonment. At least his dad had left on his own and could be the sole person to blame; Ed would never want to shoulder that kind of guilt or cause that much sadness.Then came the disturbing thought he’d been trying to hold back from his mind all afternoon: If Gracia Hughes was like a mother to him, then Maes Hughes would be like a…
He couldn’t finish it. He wouldn’t finish it. That tiny kiss had been too good to finish that thought.
And what of the Colonel? Colonel Bastard surely wouldn't just accept this. Hell no, even if Ed had a little bit of a crush on the guy, not that he liked calling it something as girly as a crush, he wouldn't deny that his commanding officer was more than capable of using this kind of information to blackmail him, just as he did with those tiny little reminders that he was keeping the secret of Ed's attempts at human transmutation a secret because the Elric brothers were beneficial to him. Ed shuddered to think being that indebted to him. It already went against equivalent exchange that the colonel continued to have that much of a hold on him; no matter what Ed did in return, it wasn't equal to the information that Roy Mustang had held onto since Ed was only 11.
Then, he glanced at his reflection in the highly polished windows of the flower shop. He looked seriously confused not to mention resembled something of a cat who’d eaten the canary with the grin he was sporting. The Fullmetal Alchemist didn’t grin, not like that.
Al would know, he’d be certain something was up, and Ed couldn’t really begin to gauge his brother’s reaction. Would he be grateful to know that there was no need to fight for Winry any more? Would he be angry because Ed’s being gay would hurt Winry? Would he be disgusted, as much of his mindset remained like the rest of Risembool concerning gays? Would he hate Ed for it?
“Shit, shit, shit.” Ed kicked at nothing. “Shit. Shit.”
Well, at least the smile was gone, though he was probably more confused than ever.
Uncertainty
Ed walked away from the Central office, hand to his lips, trying to wrap his mind around what he’d done, why he’d done it. He’d kissed Maes Hughes. Well, not exactly. Hughes—or would it be Maes after what they had shared?—had kissed him, but Ed hadn’t been pushing him away when he did it. And now, his mind that had been preoccupied with thoughts of his commanding officer now found itself unable to shake images of the man he’d never taken seriously until today.
It was a shock, not only to find that he wasn’t alone, even among the small circle of what were essentially his friends—or at least as close as he’d come to having friends—but to discover that the quintessential family man was gay and wanted him and looked at him the way he’d seen the colonel look at so many of his women. Ed was part automail, young, horribly inexperienced, temperamental, and… still growing, and yet, someone wanted him. That thought alone, regardless of the person from whom those sentiments were coming from, nearly made the alchemist skip down the street, and Ed did not skip. Ever.
He hadn’t had a clue what to do when Maes kissed him. It was nothing like when he’d shared his first kiss with Winry. Neither had had anything to go on, but the lieutenant colonel was experienced, obviously, if that kiss was anything to go by. And Ed was not. The teen cursed himself for bringing his right hand to the back of the man’s neck; he wasn’t sure if that was a proper move on his part, but he sure as hell knew he shouldn’t have used his automail to do it. Or if he had, it should have been covered in gloves, because Ed didn't want to ruin a potential something by reminding someone interested in him that he wasn't technically whole
And why had he done it in the first place? He’d had his targets on Colonel Mustang. Still did, truth be told, even though Lieutenant Colonel Hughes was rising through the ranks in Ed’s mind faster than the aspiring furher. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t noticed Hughes before. There was no crime in noticing a married man. It was doing something with him, like, oh, say, kissing him in the middle of his office at the central command of the homophobic military, that was a crime, both literally and figuratively.
And though Ed knew Maes was not a liar, he couldn’t help but wonder, what if he’d only told Ed that he had an open relationship with his wife to ease the young mind or to convince him to, well, do what they’d done. Gracia had always been so good to him, so kind, and Ed didn’t want to hurt her. She was as close to a mother as Ed had really had since the death of his own, he didn’t want to see her hurt, didn’t want to be the cause of her husband’s abandonment. At least his dad had left on his own and could be the sole person to blame; Ed would never want to shoulder that kind of guilt or cause that much sadness.Then came the disturbing thought he’d been trying to hold back from his mind all afternoon: If Gracia Hughes was like a mother to him, then Maes Hughes would be like a…
He couldn’t finish it. He wouldn’t finish it. That tiny kiss had been too good to finish that thought.
And what of the Colonel? Colonel Bastard surely wouldn't just accept this. Hell no, even if Ed had a little bit of a crush on the guy, not that he liked calling it something as girly as a crush, he wouldn't deny that his commanding officer was more than capable of using this kind of information to blackmail him, just as he did with those tiny little reminders that he was keeping the secret of Ed's attempts at human transmutation a secret because the Elric brothers were beneficial to him. Ed shuddered to think being that indebted to him. It already went against equivalent exchange that the colonel continued to have that much of a hold on him; no matter what Ed did in return, it wasn't equal to the information that Roy Mustang had held onto since Ed was only 11.
Then, he glanced at his reflection in the highly polished windows of the flower shop. He looked seriously confused not to mention resembled something of a cat who’d eaten the canary with the grin he was sporting. The Fullmetal Alchemist didn’t grin, not like that.
Al would know, he’d be certain something was up, and Ed couldn’t really begin to gauge his brother’s reaction. Would he be grateful to know that there was no need to fight for Winry any more? Would he be angry because Ed’s being gay would hurt Winry? Would he be disgusted, as much of his mindset remained like the rest of Risembool concerning gays? Would he hate Ed for it?
“Shit, shit, shit.” Ed kicked at nothing. “Shit. Shit.”
Well, at least the smile was gone, though he was probably more confused than ever.