For Her. For Him.

A/N:Those who read last chapter will notice that the beginning of this is similar to what was in the last chapter before I edited it. I realized re-reading it and the reviews that There was way too much in that one chapter, and that Winry and Pinako shouldn't have forgiven Roy with open arms. So, this is a change, not major, but there all the same. This time, though I have it seen through Ed's perspective.

Also, Lemon warning. Probably not the sexiest lemon possible, but it's Ed's first time, and I figure the guy'd be nervous as hell.

Chapter 28

A Night Together

“I was the one who executed your son and daughter-in-law.”

“We know,” Pinako said.

Roy looked up at the woman. “You know? And you can still be cordial to me?”

Winry stepped forward to Roy and grabbed his hand in hers, where he focused his attention, unable to look the girl in the face.

“Winry?” Al said. Ed watched as his brother’s hands clenched. Given the opportunity, Ed realized that his little brother would have easily punched Roy just for the memory of finding Winry so crushed by the deaths of her parents. Ed looked over at Pinako. Apparently, she didn’t share the same sentiment of forgiveness that Winry did, but that was in their natures. There was an understanding in the older woman’s face though no sign that she truly forgave Roy, but in the blonde’s face it was obvious that she didn’t understand the reasons that led to her parents' deaths, but could forgive the man who'd been ordered to kill them.

“Why? Why aren’t you yelling at me, trying to hurt me like I deserve?” Roy looked genuinely confused. Ed continued to hold onto the man’s hand, while he brought his right up to rub his arm. Though he realized with this movement he was making his relationship with the colonel quite obvious, Ed decided he’d deal with Winry and Pinako’s interrogation later if he could offer even an ounce of support to Roy.

“During the rebellion in Central a number of automail mechanics were pulled into the service of the government for the soldiers. I took care of some of their clients, several of them veterans of Ishbal. I couldn’t help but ask about my parents. Some remembered them, some didn’t. But you,” Winry released Roy’s hand, “you they talked about as a great leader, someone who risked everything to protect your troops, someone who after the death of my parents tried to keep casualties as low as possible. Then, finally, there was one who knew that you were the one to kill them and knew you nearly killed yourself for it.”

Ed wrapped his arm around Roy’s, looking up at the stone expression on Roy’s face. Ed had seen this before, this cold façade he so easily put up. The man was fighting back tears, and Ed knew it. He’d seen this same look on Roy’s face when he’d been bleeding in bed and when Roy set fire to Greed for attacking him.

“I had months before I could see you to actually confront you, and then there was so much that was more important: Lieutenant Hawkeye, Lieutenant Colonel Hughes, and a mysterious illness that Ed had contracted.” Winry glanced down at Ed’s stomach. “I’ve had a lot of time to think about it, Colonel Mustang, and the simple fact is that though I haven’t completely forgiven you, I am trying and have been for months.”

Ed could almost watch as the detached expression on Roy’s face began to crack. Ed moved his left hand from Roy’s and wrapped it around the older man’s back as he watched the tears start to fall. Without shame, Roy sobbed, and Ed tightened his embrace on the man as his body shook violently. How many years had the colonel wanted to tell the Rockbells?

Pinako showed very little sympathy, and Ed thought part of her enjoyed seeing that the death of her son still troubled the man Ed loved. Winry, despite the old wound, seemed to want to stop the colonel’s pain and put a hand on the man's shoulder.

“Come on in, all of you,” Pinako said. “There’s a pot of coffee on you are more than welcome to, Colonel, and Edward, Winry will get your automail fixed. What’s wrong with it?”

“It got damaged in a fight.”

“You’re fighting in your condition?” Hohenheim asked.

“I didn’t have a choice, and it isn’t your problem anyway.”

“And what about you?” Hohenheim said to Roy. “You don’t try to stop him?”

“If you knew me at all, you’d know that there was not way he could stop me. Besides, he probably kept me from getting killed.” Trying his best to ignore his asshole father, Ed then shifted his weight to his human foot and let the other dangle just a bit. “I also grew an inch and a half.”

Winry put an arm behind him and walked him into the house. Ed wasn’t stupid and knew she was doing this because she thought he was a little weak and needed her help, but he pretended that it was simply because she was his friend. It was easier that way, as he’d learned with accepting Roy’s help, not that he’d ever tell him.

While Winry led Ed upstairs, he watched as Roy was surrounded by Al, Pinako, and Ed’s bastard father. From the looks on their faces, Roy was in for a bit of a lecture, probably done on the teen's behalf. Marta seemed to decide it was better to remain outside.

Together, Ed and Winry reached a bedroom, where his friend already had numerous pieces of automail material laid out. “An inch and half, Ed? Pretty soon you’ll come up to my nose.”

“I’m damn near looking you in the eyes and you know it.” Winry grinned mischievously and pulled Ed to a chair. “Please be careful, Winry,” he said looking down. “I’ve taken a bit of a beating lately, and I know I’ve overdone it… For them, of course, not me.” He rested his left arm on top of his stomach, which he found to be a comfortable position on occasion, the thing making a decent arm rest.

“So, you and the colonel are going to be parents?” Winry said as she pulled out a screwdriver and began loosening the plate on Ed’s forearm. “Is that all?”

“I don’t know, but so far, it doesn’t seem like it.”

“Do you care about him?” Ed glanced up beneath his blond bangs, seeing that her face looked a little hurt. He had always only saw her as simply a friend, but looking at her now, Ed realized she must have thought there was a possibility of something different.

“I do, Winry.”

“You know,” she said as she removed the plate and began tinkering inside the open wires and metal parts, “everyone always thought you and I would have been together.” She patted his stomach. “Though I guess no one really counted on that.” She resumed her work on his arm.

“I’ve tried to think of you that way all of my life. It certainly would have made things easier. Best friend and automail mechanic in a wife seems perfect. Instead, I get myself involved with a man who can get me angrier than anyone else, who has enough baggage to sink a ship, and who is my superior and can’t outright let anyone know we’re together.” Ed rested his head in his left hand, allowing Winry to work. “But, why is that any surprise? I never manage the easy way in anything.”

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Later that night, Roy and Ed arrived back in their hotel room, Ed immediately removing the fat suit that tightly hugged his body.

“I hate that damn thing,” he said as he stepped over the pile of clothes.

“You created it, Ed. You could just as well have dressed like you did on our date.”

“I’m not dressing like a woman again to have Al and Winry see me like that.”

Lugging two suitcases, Roy looked around the room. “Bare essentials,” he said as he looked at the dresser, bed, bedside table and lamp.

“Well, Risembool isn’t exactly the tourist destination for Amestris.” Roy placed Ed’s smaller suitcase on the bed, while Ed began rooting through it, pulling out a syringe and bottle. “I figure I’m due for an injection. Doc said it’s absorbed better, and the kids have been through enough in the last few days.”

Ed handed Roy the needle and hormones. “You’ll probably have to use my leg again. I tried to do this on the train and bruised my arm pretty bad.”

Roy stepped over to the washbasin and dipped a washrag in the water while Ed calmly removed his pants. Part of the older man regretted the loss of the red blush that used to appear on the blond’s entire body when there was any sense of intimacy. Roy turned around to find Ed standing in his boxers, pants kicked to the side. Ed balanced his weight on the left automail leg while he extended the right, hands pressed to the dresser. Roy knelt behind Ed, pulling the hair band from the blond hair as he did.

“What was that for?”

“I like your hair,” Roy said as he rubbed over the knee joint with the wet washrag. He handed it to Ed before lightly blowing on the back of the teen’s leg. He smiled as he watched the fair hairs on stand on end. Roy couldn't explain it, being this close to Ed at the moment felt better than ever before. Finally, the weight he'd carried around all those years was gone, and he was with the person he loved. For just once in his life, things seemed to be right in Roy Mustang's world.

“Stop messing around back there,” Ed said. In response, Roy placed a kiss to the back of the teen’s thigh. “If you can’t manage to concentrate, I’ll just have to do it myself.” Roy trailed a hand up Ed’s inner thigh “S-stop that.”

Roy grabbed the syringe and filled it before injecting it into the soft flesh at the back of Ed’s knee joint. He stood, running his hands through the blond hair, undoing the twists of the long braid. He really did love that hair, it’s smooth, satiny texture and its smell. It smelled so distinctively of Ed, that musky scent, mixed with motor oil from the automail. Ed partially ignored Roy’s movements, walking over to the bed, groaning in frustration as he did.

“I thought for sure that once the automail was evened out, I’d get to walk normally,” Ed said.

“Can’t blame your waddle on a short leg anymore,” Roy said, biting his bottom lip to fight a smile, not wanting to get the young man upset.

“You say any more, I’ll have to hurt you.” Ed sat on the bed, then laid on his side, facing the rest of the bed. Roy pulled off his shoes, then shirt and pants, leaving himself in only his white tank top and boxers, taking the lead from Fullmetal, who had laid down still in the boxers and his black shirt. Ed was resting on his right side, the automail arm beneath a pillow to prop his head up. Roy laid opposite him, head resting on his hand, elbow propped up on the surprisingly soft pillow.

“What did Al and Auntie Pinako have to say to you?” Ed asked.

Roy reached across and pushed a piece of Ed’s loose blond hair behind the young man’s ear. “They wanted to know my intentions toward you.”

“And what did you tell them?”

“I told them that I loved you, and that my only intention is to be with you as long as you can stand me.” Roy leaned down and kissed Ed’s forehead before resuming his former position. “Al did most of the talking, Mrs. Rockbell just looked at me rather disapprovingly, but I think that will be her expression in general when it comes to me.”

Ed ran the palm of his hand down Roy’s face, the dry skin of the palm catching on the dark stubble. “She may never forgive and forget, but Auntie Pinako can understand.” Roy unconsciously leaned into the teen’s touch. “I hope they weren’t too hard on you.”

“Just enough to let me know they loved you as much as I do.” Roy leaned down and pressed his lips against Ed’s. When Roy leaned back, Ed’s eyes seemed to be looking past him, rather than at him.

“What about my father? Did he say anything?”

“He was recovering from the nasty hit to his jaw, but mostly, he was in shock. In shock that you and Al tried human transmutation, that you hit him, that you’re gay, and that you’re pregnant. It was all a bit much for him to take. He seemed to take everything that was said in, and when it was all over, he asked me about you, to tell him more about you.”

“Bastard would know if he’d just stuck around.” Ed’s hand moved down to his stomach. “You know, at least I have one consolation. As long as I’m just around, I’m bound to be a better parent than he was.” Roy moved his own hand to the bulge. “He just left Mother with Al and me to raise. He left us alone.” Ed continued to move his hand, bumping Roy’s as he did, moving away for just a moment.

“You know that I’m not going anywhere either, right Ed?” Roy asked. Ed nodded. “I really do love you.”

Roy began to rub his hand beneath the teen’s shirt, for want of real contact with him. Roy ran a hand over the warm, taught skin. He leaned forward and once again kissed Ed, licking against the chapped lips, which parted, but with far less of a submissive nature than before, almost immediately jutting his own tongue against Roy’s lips. The colonel tilted his head, deciding that if the teen wanted a fight for dominance in this kiss, he’d let him go ahead. Their lips were mashed against one another, and Roy couldn’t help his roaming right hand.

Ed pulled away, looking down at Roy’s hand, which had hiked up the black shirt. “Do you really want me like this?”

“I want you, like this or otherwise.” When he saw tears welling up in those amber eyes, as they sometimes did when the older man said something kind or showed his love, Roy lunged at the teen’s neck and began to kiss and suck at the skin, doing his best to earn a moan from the blond and stop the hormonal tears that left Ed feeling embarrassed. When he finally succeeded, he began pushing at the waist of the other’s boxer shorts, rubbing his hand along the flesh of Ed’s lower back.

“Roy? Could we tonight?”

The Flame Alchemist pulled back and looked over his younger lover, looking for any sign of doubt. “Ed, do you really want to? Do you think you’re ready?”

“Yes. You’ll have to be careful, though.”

“We’ll need lubrication.” Roy slid out of bed and went to his suitcase, where he felt certain there was a bottle of oil still inside of a zippered compartment.

“You brought some with you?” Ed asked. “You are a pervert.”

“Massage oil, Ed, for your back. But it will work all the same.” Roy walked back to the bed, holding the bottle. “Who’s the pervert?” Roy crawled onto the bed, sitting on his knees, looking at Ed. “How do you want to…?” Roy ran a hand down Ed's soft cheek as the blond pushed himself up on his right arm, looking at Roy confused. “Position, Fullmetal.”

“You’re actually offering?” Roy inched closer, grabbing Ed’s hand. “Have you ever been bottom before… I don’t want details, just an answer.”

“Yes. I have.”

“Does it feel… Is it good?”

“If the person knows what they’re doing.” With a smug grin mastered over the years, Roy added. “So, for you, it should feel pretty damn good.”

“Arrogant bastard.”

Roy, dropping the sealed bottle on the bed crawled over top of Ed. “You know it.”

“That’s one hell of a build-up, Colonel. Can you live up to it?” Roy leaned down and kissed Ed, both ending it in a grin.

Roy began pulling his tank top over his head as Ed sat himself up, ripping off the black shirt he wore. He moved to push down his boxers, but Roy stopped him. “For me.” Ed rolled onto his back, a position that would probably not last exceptionally long while Roy laced an index finger in either side of the waistband and eased the remaining garment over the broadened hips and the hardening member beneath. As the band grazed over the blond pubic hair and mostly hard cock, Ed hissed. Roy smiled, pulling the underwear over the mismatched legs and finally tossing them on the floor.

Knowing that it would be awkward for Ed to do the same for him, Roy slid off the bed, quickly removing the socks from his feet, then slowly easing the blue boxers from his own waist, pulling at the waistband and easing them down over his hips, over his own aching need, then letting them wiggle to the floor.

“What if we’re noisy?”

“I’m hoping we are,” Roy said, not fighting a smirk as he crawled back in bed.

“This is my hometown, Roy.” The colonel nodded, trying to remain patient, understanding that Ed was nervous, that this was his first time. It took all the resistance that Roy had in himself not to pounce his young lover, who looked absolutely gorgeous, not that he'd tell him unless he felt like being hit..

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From where he laid, Ed could see the frustration on Roy’s face, though the older man tried to hide it as he stood from the bed and walked over to his suitcase, pulling out a piece of chalk and drawing the soundproofing array on the wall. After activating it, Roy walked back over, and Ed couldn’t help but notice that the man seemed to have deflated a bit with the wait, while Ed was harder than ever after watching the older man bend over to get the chalk, giving Ed a bit of a show. When Roy crawled, literally, back onto the bed, Ed tried to situate himself where he was comfortable, turning to place his left arm beneath his body.

“Turning away from me?” Roy said teasingly. As he moved to face Ed and place a kiss on the teen’s cheek, then lips, then neck. Ed laced his right hand in Roy’s hair, not even caring that he was all but whimpering when the man licked and sucked at his neck, capturing the skin there with such an intense blend of pleasure and pain, Ed felt certain he would have a mark. He’d get him back for that later.

Roy moved his head back up, plundering Ed’s mouth while his hand moved south, teasing all around Ed’s already firm member, but never touching it.

“Stop playing around, damn it,” Ed ordered, breaking off their kiss.

Obliging, Roy moved his head down, Ed moaning as that man’s tongue began tracing circles around the nipples, one hand fondling the breast opposite that of the mouth. All Ed could do was run his right hand over the man’s shoulders, wishing that he could only feel him as more than a presence with that hand. Roy pushed back Ed’s right leg as far as it would go with the obstructing belly. One of Roy’s hands reached around Ed to retrieve the bottle, while the other encircled Ed’s manhood. Even the weight of the babies couldn’t stop Ed from at least trying to thrust into that hand, desperate for any touch. As he felt those soft hands he loved so much slide easily over his cock, Ed let out a slight cry. When Roy removed his hand to open the bottle of oil, Ed shifted his hips instinctively searching for something to brush against, something to help with his need.

“This is going to feel strange, Ed,” Roy said as he dribbled a bit of the oil onto his hands. The dark head was eclipsed completely by Ed’s stomach as it tipped down and engulfed the head of Ed’s cock, tongue swirling and brushing over the tip so that Ed felt certain he might lose control of himself before they even started. One of Roy’s oil-slicked hands began to fondle the blond’s balls, rolling them around, almost tickling them. It, too, soon abandoned its work as it shifted Ed’s leg onto a strong shoulder and began stroking the teen’s inner thigh, making Ed tremble at the mere contact and the strange slickness of the oil, moving achingly slow down between Ed’s cheeks.

Ed could feel a single digit swirling around the outside of his hole, rubbing and massaging as all thought on what was going behind disappeared as Roy took all of Ed into his mouth.

“Gods!”

Ed wondered if that sensation ever got old, if he could possibly tire of the feeling of Roy opening his mouth and his throat to accommodate every inch. It was no time before Ed realized that this moment of pure bliss had been nothing more than a distraction tactic, as Roy’s finger was no longer circling but beginning to probe someplace Ed really had never considered an entrance. But, as the man’s mouth and head began to move on Ed’s member, he once again lost his concern over what was occurring at his backside. The feeling wasn’t painful, but it certainly wasn’t one he’d consider pleasant either. As the finger moved deeper, the discomfort increased and he found his hips jerking less because of the pleasure at the front, but rather because he wanted to cease the feeling of intrusion at the rear.

The man’s mouth left Ed’s cock. “Ed, you need to relax.”

“Ea-easy for you to say. You don’t have a finger up your--aah!” Roy once again deep throated Ed, doing it so quickly skillfully that in a more coherent state of mind, the young alchemist might have questioned where such practiced ability came from. At the moment, he was only concentrating on the sheer ecstasy of being completely buried in his lover’s mouth.

But even that wasn’t enough as the finger began to move, swirling and thrusting, the sensation completely foreign. Roy began to move his head sucking and milking Ed for all he was worth. With a ferocity Ed hadn’t really seen anywhere but in battle, Roy was working on Ed’s cock, making him certain he wouldn’t last, and wondering if Roy would still proceed if Ed came before they were done.

A second finger wiggled to join its mate, as Ed yelled out in surprise. He felt he was no longer as near his climax, and the sensation of having those fingers both moving, scissoring him from the inside wasn’t helping. Roy had to have been lying to him when he’d said this was pleasurable. So far as Ed could sense, it was only a massive discomfort and occasional pain, feeling something alien probing at him.

Then, Roy struck something that made Ed buck, weight on his middle or not, directly into Roy’s mouth.

“Again.” Ed had momentarily lost the ability to form full sentences.

He felt Roy moving inside again, finding the spot that made his scream in pleasure. Even as the older man added a third finger, the teen couldn’t bring himself to care, just as long as it meant that something would strike that bundle of nerves again. As he continued with his fingers, Roy’s mouth never stopped doing absolutely incredible things to Ed’s cock, that tongue moving over the slit, circling around the head.

“Roy. I’m going to… Too soon…” Ed clenched at the sheets, certain he was ripping them with his metal hand as Roy never ceased at either end, even daring to add another and final finger.

“Oh, Gods, I… Roooy!” Ed’s body tensed and he shot into Roy’s mouth, the colonel swallowing all that he could, then withdrawing.

Ed watched as the head rose, tongue lapping up what the mouth had failed to catch and he shifted to place himself on the bed behind Ed, as though they were about to spoon in their sleep. The hand withdrew from Ed’s entrance as he did.

“Roy, I’m so sorry. I tried to warn you.”

“Sorry? For what? Now I get to brag that I got you to do that twice in one night.” Twice? With what was going on behind him, Ed had been surprised to have managed it once.

Roy began kissing Ed’s bare back, his mouth moving over each scar, at each place the automail on his shoulder met the flesh. “I love you, Edward.”

“I love you, too, Roy.”

The colonel slid his hand down between them and hard as Ed tried craning over his shoulder, he could only feel as Roy placed something large at Ed’s stretched entrance.

Ed tried to suppress any noises, but hard as he fought a damned squeal actually escaped his lips when he felt Roy pushing past his ring of muscles. Roy rubbed down Ed’s side and leg, pausing once the head of his member was fully inside. Ed recalled that there was still at least six more inches to come, and wondered how exactly his body was going to accommodate it.

“Ed, are you okay?”

“Hurts. Is it supposed to?”

“It does at first, but I can stop.”

“No. I want to do this.”

“Ed, can you put your leg up on mine?” Roy’s leg was bent between Ed’s and the teen lifted his flesh leg, grunting as his own movements made the member in him shift. He placed the whole of his leg’s weight on his lover’s, while Roy’s hand reached around and placed his hand on Ed’s flaccid member. That hand began pumping while Roy eased further into Ed, probably no more than an inch, but continued his pumping, his mouth repeatedly kissing and sucking Ed’s back and shoulders. This process continued until Ed started to accept the feeling of being overly full and wanting to see if Roy could hit that spot inside once again.

Ed moved his hips, signaling to Roy to move, while his hands gripped at the edge of the mattress.

Ed could feel the friction as Roy pulled out almost entirely, his sweaty body sliding down Ed’s own, then thrust back in, his movements on Ed’s member continuing. Despite discomfort, the pain was lessening, and even his own body was responding. Roy’s thrusts became harder and finally his penis ran over that bundle inside, making Ed see stars and bringing his own cock to full attention. There was no real word formed as Ed yelled out and Roy continued to thrust harder, moving his hand in time, the longer leg pushing Ed’s closer to his body, granting Roy more access.

“Ed you are so good. So, so good.”

In the midst of this, Roy had pushed himself up onto his arm, and was leaning partially over Ed. The dark head kissed at the automail shoulder, while Ed turned and looked over at him, his dark eyes half-lidded, and a look on his face that Ed really wanted to capture in a photograph. Ed’s back was arching, making it surprisingly easy to meet the man’s lips, knowing it was partly because of the other man’s height. Their lips met together, tongues barely able to do more than touch before Ed was once again moaning as Roy’s gyrating hips allowed him to hit that magnificent spot and nearly made Ed black out.

“Roy…”

Ed began to thrust against the man, difficult as it was for the blond, meeting his hips, feeling the man’s balls rubbing against him.

“So close…” Ed warned.

Roy continued to thrust and pump in rhythm, Ed making whatever little movements he could to increase his own pleasure, his muscles tensing, making him aware just how close he was to the edge. The speed of Roy’s movements increased, pushing Ed over, making him spill his speed on the bed, his orgasm coming fast and stronger than any he’d experienced before.

“Rooooy!” He screamed and screamed as he felt himself tense around Roy, who managed a few final thrusts before shooting into Ed, a shout escaping his own lips, sounding as though it was the start of Ed's name, some of the white stuff running down the path of the automail and flesh seam below.

They laid boneless, Ed content to let Roy remain inside of him for a while until he finally needed to move. When his lover withdrew, Ed mumbled something about being pretty damn good before placing a chaste kiss on Roy's lips and going into a sound sleep.