For Her. For Him.

A/N: To my reviewers: 4th cry, I appreciate your reviews, and glad you liked the revised version of my last chapter. cuylerjade, I know the original chapt. 27 was rushed after reading it and changed it, so I hope it was an improvement. milky, like I said, I agreed and had to change it with the info dump. ZaKai, I'm glad you took the chance to read my story. I saw it as a what if... I knew that the addition of several months to the story would change some personalities and events, just as the pregnancy would. TrulyWished, I fixed that typo. Thanks for pointing out the spot so I could find it. nette, thanks. I am just grateful so many kept reading even though it took so many chapters to get to a lemon. animecrazd, thank you so much, and I'm happy you liked the characterizations of the other reactionary characters. AnA La PaNa83, I was nervous about this lemon, honestly, and I tried to get the nervousness across without making it too awkward to take away from the intimacy of their actions. Nomme de Plume, I debated on having another mention of the added entrance, and didn't know if it would be too much or take away from the moment, so I just had Roy automatically move where he needed to, preventing Ed from having to ask. It may not have been the absolute best decision, and I may make the change in edits later. Asha Crone, I appreciate your constructive criticism. I've been looking at the last couple of chapters, trying to find the ones where my html work missed something, but I also wanted to add that not all of the paragraphs with dialogue broken by both character's movements are mistakes in atributing speakers. For example, I might be a paragraph with Roy's dialogue, a pause in the dialogue might be filled as Ed moves or rolls his eyes. When the dialogue picks back up, it is still Roy, not Ed just because he was the one to make a movement. I purposely keep it lumped into one paragraph to show the reader it is the same person talking. I have spotted a few places where I haven't used the html properly in the earlier chapters, and I am editing those currently. The "gods" stuff, I'll probably take out, as Ed more so than Roy, is too much of an athiest to even let that slip in sex (though some athiests do), and you are right. Winry's reaction, I based on several months of hearing from soldiers how great Mustang was before and after actually finding out he'd killed her parents. Please understand I appreciate your criticism and wanted to address it in more than just a sentence or two because you were good enough to include more than just one item.

Sorry that the chapter got cut short. Apparently, when I went back in to correct something, I screwed up one of the paragraph markers and chopped the thing practically in half.

Chapter 29

Discussion

Roy pitied Ed, who’d risen at least a dozen times in the night to go to the bathroom. Roy also felt sorry for himself because the matress on the bed never failed to shake and squeak each time the teen rose from the bed, waking him in the process. During one of his lover’s trips, while he remained awake until the matress shifted and moaned as his lover re-entered, Roy had thought to un-soundproof their hotel room, as he had asked Hohenheim to meet with him the next morning, and Marta was sleeping just down the hall. The odds that someone might knock on their door was very good, and Roy did not want to take the chance of failing to hear it and having someone barge inside unannounced

Roy had also managed to pull on a pair of pajama pants at about three that morning while watching Ed in concern and amusement trying to run down the hallway to the bathroom without getting caught by the other guests. Each time, Ed would return and the two would cuddle on Roy’s side of the bed--they’d made a mess of Ed’s portion. Roy silently hoped that morning could come a little slower, allowing him the time with the blond, more time before he would actually have to confront the patriarch of the Elric family.

The sun had no consideration for the two lovers, and it rose, bringing with it a gentle rapping from the old woman who owned the little inn. Roy pried himself from Ed’s grip before placing a kiss on his lover’s forehead. Then, he walked to the door, opening it just enough to poke his head through.

“Sir, you have someone downstairs who wishes to see you, a Mr. Hohenheim Elric.”

“Tell him I will be down in just a moment. I need to get a shower.”

Roy grabbed a towel and a washcloth, then went to his suitcase, pulling out a pair of dark blue pants and tan sweater. As he entered the bathroom, he looked in the mirror, noticing he had the distinctive look of someone who’d just had sex, good sex. As he looked at the shitty grin that welcomed him from the bathroom mirror, he wondered if there was anything that might be capable of removing it. He seriously doubted it, not that he really wanted this feeling of euphoria to fade.

As he started the shower, he smiled to himself, with the realization that he had essentially been every one of Ed’s firsts. From his first kiss to his first time making love, it had been Roy to share each of those landmark moments in the teen’s life.

He did his best to make the shower as quick as possible, knowing that Ed’s father was downstairs waiting on him. Roy might have lingered, might have allowed himself to get wrapped up in memories of the previous night, but he couldn’t afford to. He hadn’t been looking forward to this confrontation with the older alchemist, but it had to be done. If the letters he’d found in Dante’s house were any sort of sign, it was long past due that someone confront Hohenheim of Light.

When Roy had finished, he dressed and went back to his bedroom to return his pajamas and retrieve the letters he‘d confiscated from Dante’s home, finding that Ed was just beginning to rally.

“Where are you going so early?”

“I wanted to speak to your father.”

“How come?” Ed said no more, proving he was still half-asleep, as this should have earned a derogatory comment toward Hohenheim at the very least.

“Well, he didn’t get to talk to me much yesterday, and I wanted to question him a bit about some things that have been nagging me about his past.”

“Care to share?”

“I only have suspicions right now, Ed, so I need to talk to him, but anything I find out, I will tell you.” Ed didn’t entirely look pleased. “As soon as I am done talking with your father, you may interrogate me. Does that satisfy you, Fullmetal?”

Ed stuck out his tongue at Roy. “Just barely. But know I’ll ask you the minute I see you again.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less of a major in the military.” Roy walked over to Ed and kissed him, seeing that the smile on his own face was nothing compared to Ed’s. The young teen practically had it tatooed across his face what they’d done. His eyes remained half-lidded, and his lips seemed to never fail to turn up into an unconscious smile. Worse yet was the reaction they had together, since it seemed whenever their eyes met, they mirrored one another in ridiculous expressions and pleased, cheshire-like grins.

The colonel supposed that satisfaction and the continued afterglow of their sex the night before was making Ed more docile, and for the moment, he wasn’t arguing. Roy had expected an argument for talking to the teen’s father, but instead, he got acceptance.

And Roy was getting the hell out before any storm clouds appeared.

Roy walked down the stairs, finding Hohenheim looking at him expectantly.

“You said you wished to talk to me, Colonel Mustang.”

“Why don’t we go for a walk,” the Flame Alchemist suggested.

They walked in silence, the taller blond looking down at the colonel, but never uttering a single word, not even one of a parental nature.

“Mr. Elric,” Roy finally said when they were far enough away from the inn, “I want to know everything you know about Dante of the Deep Forest, homunculi, specifically one who calls himself Envy, and whether you have ever had a son before.”

“Straight and to the point.” Hohenheim said as he folded his arms across the chest.

“Always.”

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Ed had allowed Roy to go, honestly, figuring Roy might be able to get information out of Ed’s bastard father that he, himself, would never otherwise manage without hitting his old man a few dozen times to extract it. It hadn't been an easy move, simply letting Roy go ahead and talk to his father like that, but Ed was trying so hard to trust the colonel, still trying to convince himself that Roy would tell him everything. It had been just Ed and Al for so long that it took all the blond had to force himself to trust Roy, and for once, let things go out of his own hands. He'd let Roy go, knowing the man was skilled at interrogation and had the advantage of age on Ed, meaning he could probably get Hohenheim to talk to him as an equal, rather than as a kid.

As the teen moved from bed, he groaned at the pain. Last night had been great, but pain in the ass took on new meaning this morning.

He was caked in dried body fluids and felt unbelievably gross, so not taking a shower wasn’t an option. The only irritating fact was that, now that all of the guests were up, he’d have to put on the frigging fat suit just to walk the five feet down the hall to the bathroom, trying to hide both a waddle and a limp. Bastard colonel.

Still, despite the mess, despite the inconvenience, despite the pain, Ed regretted absolutely nothing of the night before.

The suit on as he walked to the bathroom, Ed passed Marta, praying she didn’t figure it out, hoping she didn’t already know. With each person he passed in the hall, Ed grew more an more certain that the world knew what he’d done with Roy, not that the slight heat to his neck face or pleased expression he wore--that he knew had to be there--were helping matters any.

Part of him wanted to yell out and scream that he had managed to sleep with the great Colonel Mustang, that the man had confessed his love to him and that he was no longer a virgin--something that had quite honestly been a fear for the young blond, that he would deliver the baby before ever having had sex. It was bad enough that things had gone out of order, with his first kiss coming after pregnancy, but he certainly didn’t want to give birth to a child before having at least managed to have sex. (Not that giving birth had ever been a thought that had crossed his mind before a few months ago.)

As he stepped out of the pile of clothes that had made up his fat suit, Ed climbed into the shower, soaping his body with a wet washrag, memories from the night before coming to mind. Unfortunately, it had added just one more reason for why he wanted to deliver these babies, and soon. He wanted to be able to have sex with Roy without the obstruction of a swollen stomach, to be able to do to Roy what the colonel had done for him.

Ed tried to imagine, once he’d recovered his body, finding a way to place Roy beneath him, after all, the colonel had offered. Ed would place his own length into his superior’s hot and awaiting body. He wanted to watch Roy’s eyes roll to the back of his head, and moans and cries escape the lips of the man who had practically been silent the night before.

As he stood under the hot water, Ed began to allow his hand to trail below the belly, wrapping his left hand around his length and pumping, using images of Roy wrapping his legs around Ed’s thin waist--and it would return to being thin if it meant every waking hour for the next few months of Ed’s life was spent working out. He would face his older lover the first time he took him. Roy had been forced to do it from behind, but Ed wanted a full show, and he wasn’t going to get it looking at the back of the dark head. He would run his hands lovingly down his lover's increasingly more muscular body--Roy had been working out both to impress the athletic alchemist and to be capable of carrying him--gently stroking at the sides, tickling over the man's ribs. He would get to nibble on the man's chest and neck, lovingly showing the man the affection he deserved and watching in pleasure as Roy would scream out his name before cumming first--Ed would make sure of that. He would thrust faster, stroking past that tender spot inside that had made Ed see stars, even black-out a bit in ecstasy. Maybe he'd even be so good, he wouldn't even need to touch Roy's hard member, maybe just the friction of their two bodies grinding against one another would be enough to get the man off while he pounded into him.

He would make his Roy feel good and loved, just as he had the night before.

Ed’s stroking became more rapid, with the fresh memories and future fantasies allowing Ed to finally find release, spurting into the bathtub with a soft groan and allowing his spilled seed to run down the drain.

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At the Rockbell’s Al and Winry were planning to pick up Ed in the tractor, which Winry had filled with a large, soft pile of hay, hoping it would make the journey easier on Ed.

Al felt so out of the loop with his brother that it made him grateful that he at least had Winry. All last night they had talked, at first about their daily activities and work, until Al finally asked how she had managed to at least try to forgive Roy. Given time, Al knew he would forgive the colonel, only wishing that the man had broken it to him and his brother sooner, but he was impressed with Winry’s new-found ability to let old resentments drop, or at least make the attempt to do so, as she had repeated to him over and over that she was still trying to forgive the colonel.

It had been so nice to simply talk with his childhood friend, without the interference of his older brother, though he did seem to be a major topic of conversation, as Winry and Al discussed being an aunt and an uncle, as well as how much work would need to be done to prepare for the babies, and even discussing the unexpected relationship between the elder Elric and Central’s womanizing colonel.

Though Al would never have dared to have admitted it before, it was also nice to know that he wasn't competing for Winry's affections, either, or that he would be expected to simply step aside for his older brother, whom he already owed so much to. Al had expected that, having to pretend he hadn't had a crush on their family friend of so many years because she and his brother would be together. He only wished he'd have known sooner, before he'd lost his body, that Ed would never have any interest in Winry.

Al never would have expected it, but he had to admit that the colonel certainly seemed to make Ed happy, and it pleasantly meant there would be no more competitions over anyone’s affections, as Ed seemed to have lost his interest in Winry, and Al had no intention of challenging him for Roy.

Speaking of Roy, even if it was only internally, Al watched in shock as his father and the dark haired man emerged from the woods, a sober expression on both of their faces.