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Chapter 19

Roy
decided to go to the office early the next morning.� He didn�t even bother waking up Hohenheim to
drive him in; he planned on taking a cab instead.� He did, however, spend the time waiting for
his cab staring up at the upper level of the garage thinking about how
wonderful it felt to have a warm body next to his.

Visions of Ed and Winry had filled his head last night,
tainting what they had shared the night before.�
Bitter jealousy�for he knew it for what it was�burned in his gut when he
stared up at the dark ceiling in his bedroom, trying to fall asleep.� And he could still remember how warm Ed was when
pressed against him.� How he could still
smell his medicinal cream and his own shampoo in Ed�s long hair?

With a disgusted shake of his head, Roy pushed these thoughts away, looking down
the driveway at the approaching cab.�
They had no place in his life now, and would never have a place in his
life.� He was the CEO of a large company
and worked hard to make sure both his mother and his sister were well taken
care of.� This�dalliance would serve no
purpose.� So, it was just as well that he
would soon finish up with this annoying task and before he knew it�by tomorrow
at the latest�Edward would be gone.�

The cab ride was blissfully quiet allowing Roy to stare at the pre-dawn scenery
mindlessly.� He tried to turn his mind to
the tasks he needed to accomplish today.�
There were calls to be made to the architect who was overseeing
construction of a new building in Hong Kong,
he had to meet with his in-house lawyers to smooth out some wording in a future
proposal, of course, he had to call Maes and lastly, he had to get rid of
Edward.�

The image of Edward lying on the bed in the hotel, wanting
him as much as he wanted Edward teased him as he exited the cab in front of his
office building.� It stayed with him
during the elevator ride all the way up to the top floor and followed him into
his large, spacious office.� Even knowing
that he was the only one here this early, Roy
felt guilty that he wasn�t fully focused on his work.�

But the taste of Edward lingered on the back of his mouth in
the most annoying way.

Frowning at himself, Roy
strode over to his coffee machine and set it on, listening to it gurgle.� He let himself one more instant to enjoy the
image of Edward naked before he firmly locked it away.� Before long, his large desk and his
conference table were taken up with plans, reports, and memos relating to his
current and future projects.

At around eight thirty Alex came striding into his office
while Roy was standing at the conference table, partially out of sight as the
large man was about to lay some of the morning reports on his desk.� Roy
looked up from his paper strewn table to mutely watch the hulking man move with
efficiency and economy of motion that he had always admired somewhat.

That is until he saw how Edward could move.�

Alex might have his own grace that was nice to watch, but
Edward flowed.� That was the only way Roy could think of to describe just how�fluid
he could be.� The man could move as if he
had no bones, contorting backwards or leaping up in the air.� And the way Edward handled that sword�� Alex turned, his gaze lighting on him as he
watched from behind the table.

�You�re here?� Alex said, his beady
eyes wide with surprise.� Roy could almost imagine
that there was a glimmering halo around Alex�s shinny, bald head as the heavily
mustached man smiled at him.

Roy
nodded briskly.� �Would you like me to go
over your morning now?� wondered Alex when he didn�t offer any comments as to
his early appearance in the office.�
Placing his pen on top of a pile of architecture plans, Roy nodded once and sat in
the head chair.

�You have a morning conference call, scheduled for 9:30 with
the Environmental board.� There�s your meeting
with the lawyers at ten, you have a request from the New York Post to do an
article on your pending merger with Hughes Technologies��

�I�d like you to get two first class tickets to Paris,� said Roy,
breaking through Alex�s growing list.� He
looked up in time to see Alex blink at him in shock.

�In what names?� asked Alex slowly.� Confusion at having their normal routine
interrupted didn�t stop the hulking man from bring his notepad up to take
notes.

�Mine and�Edward Elric�s.�

�Ah��
Alex looked down at his pad and scribbled some notes; keeping
whatever was on his mind to himself.� �And
when do you leave?�

Roy
pressed his lips tightly together.� Would
it be too soon to leave by tomorrow?�
Should he wait to see how receptive Edward still was?� He also needed to confirm that an apartment
and a bank account in Edward�s name had been finalized.� He wanted it to be generous enough that any
and all thoughts about coming back here before the wedding was over was long
gone.

�Have the other arrangements already been made?� asked Roy, steadily meeting
Alex�s waiting gaze.

�Yes.� An apartment
matching your requirements has been secured in Edward�s name along with a bank account
in the amount of seven hundred thousand euros.�
The interior has been decorated to your specifications and is ready for
the exchange at any time.�

�Good.� Make the
tickets for tomorrow please,� said Roy,
dropping his gaze to the table top.� He
picked up his pen and began to go through his work.� From the corner of his eye, he saw Alex flip
the cover of his note book closed and make his way to the door.

�Alex?� called Roy,
making the man halt with his hand on the door handle.� �Could you get me some information on the
business side of martial arts?�� Roy lifted his lukewarm
coffee cup to his lips, sipping passively at the contents.� ��

�Martial arts, sir?� asked Alex.� Even though Alex was looking puzzled by this
strange request, he brought his note pad forward and took notes just the same.�

�Yes, and find out how much of a tax advantage it would be
to start up some sort of inner city program.�
I believe Alphonse Hughes does some work with a local orphanage.� See if we can tie it into that.�

Alex nodded his massive head, his pen scribbling furiously
across the page.� �And if there is none?�
wondered Alex.

�Then forget it,� said Roy
in a clipped tone, dragging the pen through a line of text in the report in
front of him.

�Yes, sir,� said Alex, quickly writing his notes before
turning once more for the door handle.�

�Ah�� grunted Roy,
rethinking his orders.

�Yes?�

�Do it anyway�even if there isn�t a tax�advantage,� mumbled Roy, fidgeting in his
chair.� He wasn�t accustomed to second
guessing himself, and yet�here he was doing just that.� Was this because of this time with
Edward?� He looked up and across the
office to find Alex with a singularly unusual look on his face.� He positively beamed at him from his position
by the door and he could really see
the sparkles dance around the dome of the large man�s head.�

It made him want to take back his order, but then thinking
about how shy Edward was as a child made him wonder what he would have been
like if he had found martial arts sooner.�
It had to be a great confidence builder�or, at least he assumed it
was.� ��

�Yes�sir,� said Alex, a little more hesitant.� �Is that all�?�

�Yes�no!�� Roy
glanced up at Alex to see him giving him a bland look.� He grumbled in the back of his throat.� The things that must be going through that
man�s head�� I need a dinner reservation,�
mumbled Roy,
pushing his chair out so he could cross his legs, letting his gaze drop to the
floor. ��

�Dinner�� For where?�

�Roy Mustang, we need to talk!�� The door to his office was thrown inside as
his mother burst through in an explosion of expensive silk and large, oversized
jewelry.� Feeling cornered and unprepared
to face this issue right now, Roy could only glare at his mother from across
the room, silently willing her to back off.�

�Mother,� said Roy
by way of greeting, using his most patronizing tone of voice.� He was not looking forward to this.� It was the whole reason he�d come into the
office early so that he wouldn�t have to sit through her embarrassing questions
on the ride into work.� He had hoped that he would have been in his 9:30
meeting by the time she had arrived, thus preventing her from doing exactly
what she was about to do.�

�Alex, you�re dismissed,� Pinako said, barely glancing at
the man she had almost hit with the door.�

�Somewhere expensive,� said Roy before Alex could take a step, answering
his last question.� They shared a bland
look before Alex nodded and then turned away, mumbled a greeting to Pinako, and
closed the door behind him.

Before his mother could start, Roy was out of his chair, heading towards his
coffee machine to refresh his cup.� He
knew he had to answer for some of the things he�d said while in L.A. but he
didn�t want to do it like this; like he was about to be interrogated for some
crime.�

�What is the meaning of this, Roy?� his mother asked, coming to a stop at
his elbow.� �Tell me you�re not serious.�

Roy
grit his teeth, working his jaw so that his molars
ground against each other.� Without
answering her, he poured the coffee into his half full mug and turned away,
going back to the conference table.� He
wished fervently that he could take back his verbal slip and erase his mother�s
knowledge about his sexual status forever.

�This is neither the time, nor the place to have this
discussion, mother,� growled Roy,
his attention on his coffee mug as he added unneeded extra creams and sugars.

�You will make the
time, and you will discuss this with
me.�� Roy looked over his shoulder to see Pinako
with her feet planted shoulder width apart, with her hands on her hips, staring
at him like he assumed a scientist would when they found something particularly
interesting.�

Whatever was going through his mother�s mind or whatever
outcome she seemed to think this would achieve, he was not pleased that she
seemed to think that she could barge in here and demand answers.� He had long since grown past the time when he
had to answer to any one but himself with regards to his life.�

�Now, you can�t possibly be gay,� Pinako continued.� �You need to get married and have
children.� I�ve already talked to the
family doctor, and he says that sometimes men go through phases.� Oh, if only your father was still alive��

�You did what?� roared Roy,
slamming his mug so hard onto the table top that coffee splashed over the
papers.� �It�s no one�s damn business but
my own!� And I certainly don�t appreciate
you coming in here and behaving like you can control this aspect of my life!� How
dare you divulge this to the family doctor, or anyone else for that matter!�

His mother�s mouth hung open loosely, while Roy blinked at his outburst.� Where the hell
had that come from?� It sounded as bitter
in his mind as he was sure it must have sounded to his mother.� As the moments slowly passed, the heavy
silence only increased as neither of them knew how to break it. �

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It was late by the time Edward finally woke at nine�late for
him, anyway.� It had been hard to go to
sleep knowing that Roy
was just across the yard, alone like he was.�
Once again, he couldn�t help but compare his relationship with Russell
to the one that might be growing between him and Roy.

Russell was the very picture of consideration and kindness,
always looking out for ways to take care of him or see to his needs.� It had been a good way for Edward to learn
how to stand on his own feet with Russell backing him like that.� Even after breaking it off with him, Russell
continued to be supportive and encouraging.�
Without Russell, he didn�t like to think about how he would have
survived those two years away from home.�
He was sure that he would have only retreated further into himself and
come back much worse.� ��

By having Russell in his life, he had been able to find the
confidence to move forward.� He was able
to pursue a lofty goal, find balance within himself, and know that he was a
strong person.� What would Russell think
of him now?� He had both Mustang siblings after him.�
The more he thought about it, the more surreal it became.� In the past, even having Winry after him
would have been a dream come true.� But
now�

Roy
on the other hand, inspired such strong emotions, such strong feelings of lust
and want, that it had pretty much blindsided him.� In all the time that they had grown up
together, Edward had never looked to Roy
as anything other then someone to be avoided.�
He now found himself wanting to be around Roy
as much as Roy
had when they were younger.� But he found
himself holding back from going after Roy
like he wanted to do.�

The morning after had started out so great.� There had been no unease from either him or
Roy, but as the day progressed and they had to leave the room, people�s
perceived reactions started to weigh heavily on him.� He knew that he was most likely over thinking
things, but he couldn�t stop himself from doing so.� From what he had gathered from Roy�s comments and unspoken body language, Roy had yet to come
out.� He just assumed that it was due to
his position as CEO of Mustang Inc., but what if there were other concerns that
he was unaware of.

If Roy hadn�t been so caught
up in the demands from his company yesterday, he was sure he�d have been able
to talk to Roy
more and figure out just where �they� stood now.� Even in the car ride back to the house had
been strangely uneasy and quiet.� Edward
was once again left to his own thoughts as Roy continued to work, either on the phone or
on the papers in his lap.�

Roy
wasn�t kidding when he said that he was busy, but this seemed a bit excessive.� It was after business hours and here was Roy, still working hard.� In fact, it seemed very unfair to Edward.

Raising his arms up towards the headboard, Edward groaned as
he tightened all his muscles in a morning stretch.� He wondered idly what Roy was doing this very moment and imagining
what it would be like to see him in his office working.� Picturing Roy in his expensively tailored suits and
silk ties made him smile lazily.� It also
made his morning erection just a little bit harder.�

He slowly brought his hand down, slipping under the covers
and trailing along his bare stomach to dip below his sleep pants, gripping his
penis in a lose fist.� A muffled groan
filled his dim bedroom as he pulled on his rigid flesh.� Edward pictured Roy doing this to him, pulling at him and
kissing his lips in that amazing way of his.�
It was torture, but he wanted Roy
more and more with each slide of his hand.�
��

--

�I�m sorry.� That was
inappropriate of me,� murmured Pinako, having the grace to look very mortified.

Roy
looked down at his coffee splattered blueprints and cringed.� He knew that he would have to tell his mother
and sister eventually about his orientation, but he didn�t want it to come out
like this.� He wanted to do it on his own
terms, in his own way.� He may have acted
blas� with Edward about his
sexual preference, but he wasn�t truly accustomed to talking about it with
anyone.� Rubbing a hand across his
forehead in frustration, Roy
sighed, sinking into his chair.�

He didn�t even know how
to talk about this to his family, and he had to be all flustered from Edward�s
kiss to go and blab that fact to his mother without thought.� Ugh, he could kick himself for his
foolishness now.�

�Here.� Let me clean
that,� he heard Pinako say, and then the click of her heals across his marble
bathroom floor.� She came back with a
towel and sopped up the brown liquid leaving stains behind.�

The plans were ruined.

--

Soft panting breaths filled his room as Edward worked his
hand over himself.� He suddenly
remembered how fantastic it had felt to have Roy�s erection rub against his.� Roy�s
kisses, even remembering them, left him feeling weak with desire.

His hand sped up as the coil in his stomach tightened
nicely.� He wondered if Roy would want to do something today, or if
he even had time to do something.� The
more he thought about it, the more he was starting to realize that even though Roy was annoying
sometimes, he was really fun to be around.�
And Edward found that he wanted to spend more time with him, and soon.

With a sharp gasp, Edward�s hand began to lose its smooth
rhythm.� �Oh god�� Roy,�
moaned Edward, lifting his hips from the mattress jerkily.� ��

--

�I�m sorry, I didn�t mean to snap,� said Roy quietly.

�Is this why you didn�t want to see Celina anymore after
your eighteenth birthday?� Or have any
interest in any of the beautiful women that came through our doors?� Is that why you always followed Edward
around?��

�Must we do this?� asked Roy wearily, still rubbing his forehead and
staring at his lap.� �I am what I am; no
doctor can change that.�� He heard his mother
heave a sigh.� One of the chairs on his
immediate right was pulled out from under the table, drawing his eyes
upward.�

�Roy,
honey, you know that I love you,� Pinako said seriously, reaching for and
taking his hand in hers.� �I�m afraid
that you have caught me by surprise; I�m very shocked to learn this about you.�

Roy
turned his head away, looking at the carpet.�
�What did you think I meant when I said I�d �take care of Edward�?�

�I thought�well, not this.�
So, Edward�has feelings for you?��
That question drew Roy�s
attention back to his mother.� He
carefully gauged her apparent emotions.�
She seemed more in control of herself now, but there was confusion and
the need to understand in her gaze as well.�
He supposed he could understand that.�
If he was in her shoes, suddenly finding out that your son or daughter
was gay must be quite shocking.

�I�m just doing what needs to be done,� murmured Roy, but saying it aloud
made a sharp pain slice through him.�
�I�m just doing what you taught me to do.�� He pulled his hand from hers, folding it with
the other in his lap.

�I didn�t teach you this,� said Pinako sternly.

�Yes you did,� said Roy
in return, his tone matching his mother�s.�
He looked up from his lap and met Pinako�s calculating gaze steadily. ��

--

Padding through the house barefoot, Edward wandered into the
small living room over the garage to find his father immersed in a one of his
books.� He had been asleep when he had
gotten home last night, so he was sure his da didn�t even know he was home yet.

�Da?�� His father startled in his chair, looking up
quickly and blinking.�

�Edward?� What a nice
surprise,� said Hohenheim, placing the book on the small table next to the arm
of the chair and standing.� With a wide
smile, Edward crossed the floor to embrace his father.� �How did you do?�

Pulling back, Edward looked up into his father�s face.� �I got silver,� he said, then shrugged.�

�That�s amazing!� Did
you get a trophy?� Can I see it?�

�Sure!�� Edward rushed
back to his room and dug through his bag.�
He hadn�t really spared the trophy much thought after taking it and
shoving it deeply into his bag as soon as he was back in the hotel room.� But his da seemed to be excited for his
placing, so he was going to put his bad associations with the trophy aside and
let his father be proud for him.

After flinging the contents of his case all over his room,
he finally found the smallish trophy and took it back with him to the living
room.� Hohenheim turned at the sound of
his footfalls, and then beamed at him as he held aloft his prize.� His father�s joy at his win seemed to make it
all the better for him.� The bitterness
of losing first place wasn�t so bitter now.�
Edward was praised and hugged, then dragged into the house to the
kitchen where Patricia did the whole ritual all over again with the addition of
tears.� Everyone was so pleased and happy
for him that it made him feel like an ass for even devaluing his second place
at all.��

When all the furor died down, Edward pulled his father and Patricia
aside, back up to his father�s living room.�
They took seats next to each other on the sofa and watched him.� He had realized that he needed to tell them
about how close Russell really was and how close Roy could soon be.� He had always meant to tell his da, and
Patricia was as close to a mother as he was ever going to get.� He wanted to come clean because he wanted to
pursue Roy.� He was certain that Roy had feelings for him.� And he was certain that he had feelings for Roy.

But now that it had come to it, he couldn�t seem to find the
right way to start.� So he paced back and
forth beyond the couch, the eyes of his father and Patricia following him
curiously.�

�Uh, da�Patricia��
I�um, wanted to talk�privately�about�something�er�� stammered Edward,
pausing his pacing only long enough to cast a pleading look at them.� Both his da and Patricia were sitting there
patiently, waiting for him to say whatever was on his mind.� There were no demands for him to speak up, no
shouts; just waiting.� He quickly turned
away and resumed his pacing.� Running a
hand through his lose hair, Edward squeezed his eyes shut and couldn�t think of
what�or how�he wanted to continue.�

He could tell by the look on their faces that they had no
inculcation as to what he was about to tell them�or try to tell them.� Okay, he was undeniably attracted to Roy�hell, he�d been this close to having sex with him.� He knew that he liked men�had even been with
one in his past.� He assumed that he also
liked women, since he wasn�t grossed out at the thought of touching one (namely
Winry).

He knew that coming out to his da and Patricia wouldn�t be
an issue with them.� They were so
understanding and had always been there for him.� He knew that would be surprised by what he
was going to tell them, but they wouldn�t care.�
He would have their support no matter what.� But that didn�t make it any easier to shatter
the image of himself that they had of him.�
He knew that Patricia hoped that he would find a woman to love him,
settle down, and have children one day.�
That would most likely never happen now, and he worried about how that
might affect her.

�Edward, honey, whatever it is, I hope you know that you can
tell us,� said Patricia, breaking through his worried musings.

Edward nodded vaguely at Patricia, too wrapped up in his own
worries to really acknowledge what was being said to him.� Taking one large, deep breath, Edward planted
his feet�and felt like the ground had just disappeared as he looked at the two
of them sitting on the couch and watching�waiting.� He took a stilted breath, opened his mouth,
but no sound came forth.�

Hohenheim raised his eyebrow at him inquiringly.� Closing his mouth with a click of his teeth,
Edward swallowed hard, and then tried again.

�I�m�well�� That
sense of falling hit him all at once again.�
�I�m�� mumbled Edward much softer then before.� �Er�well�you see, I sort of�like�I mean I do
like�ah�� He could feel his face burning
in embarrassment and shame.� He looked
down at the ground and his sock covered feet in mortification.� �I�I�m gay��

--To Be Continued�

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