For Her. For Him.

A/N: cuylerjade, yeah, Archer's an ass, but I just can't make him any other way. milky, I wanted to show without words between the two that Roy actually is attraced to Ed, even as he is right now, so he could know it was mutual. As far as the guys, yeah, they're going to be protective of Roy, especially without Riza to guard him. Nomme de Plume, yes they have a past in my story as former friends with benefits. I didn't make as big of a deal about the box though as I guess I could have. Kumiko-chan, I know the babies have yet to make their entrance, and it's probably going to be a while before they do. TrulyWished, I figured the doctor scene would be awkward for him. Kasarin-Mustang, Archer is evil, but I brought him into the story for exactly that reason, and no, I have no idea when Roy's birthday is. I was trying to see if it was in the middle of winter or something, where it wouldn't be so wise to have them having a picnic, but, oh well. AnA La PaNa83, I wanted to find a way to push our heroes together, and Archer was a good way since he would have received his promotion by this time. And yes, I am having fun with this. kuragari75, I debated having a fight between the two over the cat, but decided Roy was a big enough man just to throw him out on the street and get his precious uniform dirty. ChemicalGunLove, I'm glad you not only read but reviewed my story. Everyone asks how I update so fast, and it is because I have received so many reviews for this story. I want to keep you guys happy, especially now that this chapter has a lime, finally. E, I've tried to keep them in character, with a mourning Roy and a hormonal Ed, and I hope this chapter will appease, a little. szaugglaughs, I'm glad to know you're reading both my stories, since I've been updating this one faster because I'm getting more reviews, and I'm so happy you like it for being realistic. nette, thanks, I try to keep the updates coming. ursweetheartles, I had to find a reason for the fluffy moment, and Archer worked for that. Hikaru! I had to acknowledge he's not happy with his body and is going to be even more awkward than if he wasn't pregnant. I also figured that with the relationship built as it was and much of the dating stuff done when they weren't, moving a little faster once they'd made it official would be justified.

Thanks again to all the readers and especially those who leave reviews. You make me update this like I do.

Chapter 24

Morning

For the next few mornings, Ed would wake up to the sound of an alarm going off, feeling the warmth of a body pressed against his back and an arm curled around his chest, never failing to notice that the hand was usually cupping one of his breasts. Chuckling to himself, he wondered, as he did each morning, how much Roy would miss them when they were gone. Almost a week after Roy’s birthday, today felt no different.

He could feel the man moving behind him, pulling away to shut off the ringing alarm. The alarm off, the arm returned, resting over Ed’s stomach and rubbing.

“Not that I’m complaining or anything, but you’ve got to go to work,” Ed said, pushing himself up on the bed and rolling onto his other side to face Roy.

“I’m half tempted to call in sick.”

“Being one week over thirty doesn’t count as an illness, Roy.” Ed leaned forward and kissed the man on the forehead, getting tussled black bangs in the process.

“But I’d so much rather just stay here with you.” He shifted down once again to the bump. “And with the two of you. You don’t want me to go to work, either, do you, little ones? You’d rather I stayed here with Daddy all day wouldn’t you?”

“Well, as much as Daddy might like that, Papa’s got to go to work,” Ed said. Roy pulled away rolling his eyes and looked over at the clock, then at his watch.

“Oh, no, Papa doesn’t.” Roy held the watch up to show Ed. There was an hour difference in the time. “The state alchemist watches set themselves by the military’s time. We just gained an hour last night for the sake of daylight, so I’ve got an hour to kill.” He ran a hand over Ed’s face. “Any ideas?”

“I’m the one whose hormones are supposed to be going crazy, so why are you the horny one?”

“Because I’ve got a gorgeous young blond in my bed.”

Ed’s eyes narrowed. “You know when you say cornball stuff like that it’s just sickening.”

“I’m on the verge of saying more, so you might want to find a way to make me stop.”

With his right hand, Ed pulled the man down, pulling their lips together and mashing the colonel’s body against his own chest. It was a meshing of lips and tongues, and though it felt good, Ed had learned it was better just to stop this before it went any farther. They never went beyond heavy petting, and Ed spent most of his time focusing very hard to prevent a repeat of Roy’s birthday. It never failed when they did this in the mornings that it left them both with unresolved needs.

It wasn’t until Ed found himself beneath the older man, who carefully straddled the smaller body that he realized something more might be happening this particular morning. The large, soft hands tenderly roamed over the blond’s body.

“Roy, what are you doing?” Ed asked when the hands suddenly stopped at the waistband of the black pants. Coal black eyes looked into Ed’s as the hands moved away.

“I can stop,” he said.

“No!” Ed said, hastily. “I was just surprised.”

The man above him flashed Ed a smile before tugging at the waist and slowly pulling the pants down freeing Edwards half-hard member. Ed’s breath hitched in his chest as the open air hit him, his heart pounding at the thought of the colonel now looking at him. This somehow didn’t feel very equal.

Between the man and his own stomach, the weight on top of Ed was preventing him from sitting up or shifting very much, though his fingers did manage to lace themselves inside of the colonel’s pajama bottoms. “Not everything has to be equivalent exchange, Ed. I want to do this for you.”

Ed was about to ask, “Do what?” when he felt a hand wrapping itself around his now fully erect phallus.
“Mmm. Roy…”

That hand moved slowly at first, painfully slow as far as Ed was concerned. There was too much weight pressing him down in order for him to thrust his hips up, much as he wanted to, into that smooth hand, which he had to trust to set the speed. And, unfortunately, the babies were shifting, their weight now pressing against what felt like a kidney.

“Roy. Need to roll over. Now.” Mustang quickly moved and allowed Ed to shift to his side.

“You okay?”

“Fine, just…” He began rubbing his belly. “They moved and it was too much weight. Flat on my back like that may not be possible for another three months.”

Undaunted, the commanding officer shifted his position so that he was laying opposite Ed, giving the teen a perfect view of the fact that he was not alone in being aroused. Roy began sliding his hands down the teen’s right thigh, nudging it upwards, to which Ed more than willingly complied, but not without pulling at the waist of the pants facing him.

“Fullmetal…” Roy said as Ed had them far enough down to find the dark curls nestled beneath the gray fabric.

“Everything is about equivalent exchange, Colonel.”

When Ed finally had Roy released into the air, he almost regretting his own actions, because they had stopped the pleasant movements of the hand below. With a balancing act on the pillows, Ed managed to free his left hand from beneath his own weight and grasped the man’s erect eight inches. He began moving his hand, eliciting a groan from the older man, whose hand below was grasping at the base of his own cock, not moving. Ed nearly begged aloud for it to move until he felt something warm and wet engulfing the head.

“Oh, shit… Oh, Roy…”

As Ed felt what he was certain was the most incredible thing he’d ever experienced, he tried to remember to continue to move his hand. This was equivalent trade, even if he wasn’t quite sure he was ready to reciprocate placing his own mouth on the member in front of him. As he continued his movements, he could feel the older man moving further down onto Ed’s own shaft, amazed at how far he could take it. Ed was probably no more than six inches fully erect--he was only sixteen and still growing after all, but the fact that this man was capable of taking almost every one of those inches in his mouth and throat was remarkable.

Ed was essentially pinned where he was and had to rely on the movements of the older man and that hot wet cavern. Roy, however was not as confined and had his hips thrusting into Ed's flesh hand in time with each movement of his head.
For a second, Ed actually reminded himself of exactly who it was that had his mouth around his member. It was Colonel Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist, seeking to pleasure him. This man who was the great hero of the Ishbalan war. He wanted Ed, and wanted to make him happy.

He wanted him, even as he looked at the moment, bloated and unnatural.

That thought, more than any other, began to push Ed closer and closer to the edge. He knew that as the muscles in his stomach began to tighten, so did his grip on Roy’s penis. He heard a pleased grunt come from below, felt it vibrating over the whole of his own cock, and knew it was over.

“Roy, I’m… Oh Roy!”

He shot into the man’s mouth, gasping as he felt the man sucking on him, drawing out every last bit of the substance that never seemed to stop coming. Never had his orgasm hit so hard before or felt so earth-shattering. Then again, he had always been the sole participant. Ed was learning that, like some things in life, two were just so much better than one.

In the midst of ecstasy, his grip tightened on Roy, and he slid his hand over the velvety shaft just enough that he could feel Roy was growing closer, though was only half aware of it as he was busy seeing stars shooting in front of his eyes as the very skilled man finished his work below.

He felt Roy pull his mouth off of him, and watched as the dark head pulled back, licking his lips, wiping a hand along the edges of his mouth to remove the remaining white fluid before lapping it off with his pink tongue.

Ed could feel himself awakening again, but tried to ignore it as the taller man shifted and laid nearly on his back, grasping a hand around Ed’s, guiding the teen to continue to move. Ed was lying practically boneless, willing himself to pleasure the older man because it was equivalent exchange, because he wanted to make Roy feel just as good as he had.

“Ed, so close. Faster.”

He was asking, almost begging, and hearing such a desperate tone in the man’s voice made Ed obey, increasing his speed, varying the intensity of his hold on the man, gently rubbing a thumb over the tip, spreading the pre-cum down the shaft, making movement smoother. One final time, he teased the sensitive, dark head of the man’s cock, tentatively allowing his right hand to come into play to fondle the man’s testicles beneath their bed of black curls. He felt the man’s balls tighten, and watched as those onyx eyes began to roll to the back of that dark head.

“Edward!” It was all Roy shouted as he began to spurt over both of their hands.

Ed pulled his hand away, looking at the white stuff now covering it. Roy had swallowed nearly every drop of his own. The least he could do was taste it, trying not to compare it with milk, trying to get over a light revulsion at the actual concept. He put a finger to his mouth and darted a tongue out over the white substance. It was bitter, a bit too much for the taste of someone with a sweet tooth like Ed’s, but it was not absolutely unpalatable. Using his tongue to lick up the back of his own hand, he grabbed Roy’s with his other, the automail having received none of the man’s seed. He pulled the man's hand to his mouth and sucked the white liquid from those long, soft fingers, trying not to show a sign of his own distaste.

“Now how am I supposed to function at all at work with that image burned into my brain?” Roy asked, moving to face Ed properly. “Did you enjoy that, Edward?”

“Very much.”

“No regrets?”

“Stop asking that, Mustang. No. I don’t regret it.” Ed placed a feather light kiss to Roy’s lips, finding it odd knowing that the strange taste on the man’s lips was his own, knowing that Roy was probably thinking the same thing. “It was the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced, so don’t ruin it with your own insecurities.” Ed smiled at Roy, to make sure that his colonel knew he was joking… sort of.

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Roy had been late to work that morning and honestly didn’t care. If he could wake up every morning, he would listen to dozens of lectures from his superiors. It had been messy, and there would be laundry to do--he was a bit embarrassed to take everything to the laundress--but hearing that raspy voice crying out his name, screaming his name, and feeling the teen so eager to please him was worth some soiled pajamas and sheets.

Unfortunately, the euphoria of the entire experience began to fade as the day wore on, and he realized he needed to do something before he let this relationship with Ed go one step further.

He ended his day at the cemetery, tromping through the damp grass. He stopped first at Maes’s grave, paying proper respects before placing a hand on the cold stone at the head of it. “You used to joke that Ed and I needed to get along better. I’m sure this isn’t what you meant, but I am happy. He may not be a wife, and would shoot anyone for saying he was, but I really do care about the runt. And, despite how happy I am, I want you to know that I have never stopped looking for your killer. I will find the people who did this, and I will personally hunt them down.” He inhaled slightly. “Gods, Maes, I miss you so much. I’m going to be a father soon, and I needed you to rely on. I don’t let Ed know, but I am absolutely terrified about becoming a dad, and you were such a natural at it. What if I screw this up? Without you to help, I'm sure I'm going to make so many mistakes.”

Roy paused, sobbing and finishing his piece with Maes before moving deeper into the cemetery, toward her grave.

“Riza.”

He couldn’t make it to her stone in time before he was on his knees, tears that had lingered from Maes’s grave began to pour down his face. His hands grasped at the still fresh grass as he sobbed. “I hope you know I’ve not betrayed you, Riza.” His chest shook. “Riza, I still love you, but Ed…” Another sob. “He’s found a piece of my heart and salvaged it from myself. Somehow, before I even realized it, I fell in love with the kid, and I want to be happy with him. And he loves our children so much, and they aren’t even born yet. I know you loved him like family, and I hope that you will not begrudge me my love of him as something more. He’ll never replace you, but he makes me feel like I thought I wouldn’t after I lost you.”

It was cathartic to cry like this, to release the guilt he’d been holding onto for falling into this relationship so quickly with the young man carrying his children.

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When the phone rang, Ed answered it, hoping it would be Al, since it had been several days since he’d last heard from his little brother.

“Hello?”

“Ed?” It was Izumi.

“Teacher? Where are you?”

“I can’t tell you, Ed. You still work for the military, and if you know where I am you are obligated to report it. Ed, I just received word that my teacher, the one who taught me all I know about alchemy has been killed.”

“How?”

“A homunculus, according to her latest student. His name is Greed, and in the places I’ve had to go to stay away from the military, I’ve heard a rumor he’s been showing interest in a piece of body-less armor.”

“Al.”

“I believe so.”

“How do I find him?”

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Unfortunately, Al was already being held in an abandoned building, with Greed hovering over him.

“Tell me how you are attached to that armor.”

“No.”

“Dorochet.” The wolf chimera pulled his sword and held it to a bound Armstrong’s throat. “Tell me or I will order him to kill your muscle-bound friend.”

“Say nothing young Elric,” Armstrong said, earning a back-hand from Greed, who had transformed from the wrist down specifically to strike the state alchemist.

“Talk or I’ll have to do that again, and I really don’t like to lower myself to that.” He folded his lean yet muscular arms and smiled down at Al. “I’m really a passivist at heart. As long as I get what I want.” He knelt in front of the suit of armor. “Now tell me how your brother did it, or tell me how we can find your brother.”