Chimera

I realize that some of the chapters are a bit short, but oh well. Enjoy!

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Roy sauntered into his office, smug at going home early. He considered calling Ed but decided he’d surprise him instead; maybe he’d like to go on a real date. He stopped dead; the point was apparently moot. “Edward, what are you doing?”

Ed looked up from his seat on the couch. His compact frame and long hair tended to make people stare at the best of times and he was frequently taken for a girl. Taking off his shirt made the staring worse. And considering how delicious he looked right now, he could have caused a major riot. “What does it look like? Fixing my shirt.” He bent back to his needlework. “The material is too thin to transmute, it might not hold up.”

“Why don’t you just throw it out? We can get you a new one.” As much as he hated shopping, Ed loved spending Roy’s money. And of course, Roy spoiled him shamelessly with presents.

“’Cause Al will think I’m doing something dangerous if I show up at home without one.” Gold eyes rolled at him. He was still, well, not hiding, but not telling, Al that he’d rejoined the military for the lab and access to the library. A research position only, but still, his brother would be very upset.

“Al?” Roy frowned, then, “Damn, was he due today?” Ed nodded, not looking up. “Hang on, what are you hiding?”

A blush rose in Ed’s cheeks. “Nothing. He just gets annoyed if I show up all banged up and gives me that look. Drives me crazy.” He shook out the shirt and examined his handy work. He started to put it on but it was pulled out of his hands.

“Banged up? How so? And since when does ‘getting banged up’ include shredding your shirt?” Ed glared at him and pulled at the fixed shirt.

“I had a little accident. Don’t you arch that damn brow at me! It WAS an accident. How was I to know that those idiots didn’t have a good grip on their guns?” The brow arched further and he was turned around to inspect the damage. “Fuery fixed me, it’ll hold.” Roy made a questioning grunt, encouraging explanations. “I was trying to affect the trajectory of bullets, pull them away to a designated target. I used a magnet to attract the metal but the guns came with it. I guess the magnet was stronger than I thought, but it wouldn’t pull them all any weaker. I’ll think of something, maybe a different alloy. Hey, that’s… a great idea! I’m going back to the lab for a bit, gimme my shirt. Can you tell Al I’ll be late? Thanks!” He grabbed his shirt and tried to escape. Roy kept a firm grip on his pants’ waist. “Hey! Lemme go!”

“Oh no, you just sit down. You know, I gave you that lab with the understanding that nothing dangerous was going to happen there. Standing beside a magnet pulling bullets is not safe.” Pale hands prodded the bandages; didn’t look too bad but it needed more than some band-aids, which was essentially what Cain had put on.

“It wasn’t dangerous! At least, it shouldn’t have been, it was an accident!” Roy kept a hand on his pants and dragged him over to the cupboard with him to get his first aid kit. “Let go! It’s fine, I don’t need anything else.”

“It’s a field dressing, basic at best. Let me clean you up. It’s the least you can do for making me worry about you.” The blond blushed and let guilt move him back to sit on the marble desk, his back to his housemate.

“Fine, hurry up. If I can’t go back to work, then let’s go home. Bet Al made something good.” He sounded grumpy, as if this inconvenience was all Roy’s fault. But he smiled over his shoulder and Roy had to touch the soft hair. He ran his fingers through the chin length mop and trailed them down the muscular back in front of him.

“How do you want it? Slow or fast?” The blond head whipped around to stare, blink, then Roy had to support him when he almost fell off the desk laughing. His back snapped straight when Roy yanked on the bandages.

“FUCK! That hurts! How can you do that to someone you love?” Roy just smirked and proceeded to clean the scrapes and cuts. “Do I need stitches?”

“No, you were pretty lucky. So, explain to me why you messing with the bullets in the first place.” He pressed wrapping to Ed’s chest and a small hand moved to hold it in place.

“Well, I figured if I could find a way to pull them away from their target, there would be fewer injuries, right? And, if I can make something big enough to catch them all, there won’t be any rebounds. Unfortunately, those morons weren’t holding on to their guns and they came flying too. The magnet wasn’t big enough to hold them all and a few hit me.” His free arm waved as he talked, his enthusiasm overflowing.

“How did you get hit on the back? Weren’t you watching the experiment?” The bandage was tied off neatly.

Ed shrugged into the shirt that appeared over his shoulder. “Well, Fuery and Havoc were out there too and we were talking and I only had time for one transmutation because I didn’t see the problem until it was too late. So I set up a shield for them and ducked. Figured I’d survive a few bruises, and I did, so it’s all good.” Roy’s teeth gritted.

“No, it is not ‘all good.’ No more dangerous stuff, I mean it. I will take that lab away.” Unfortunately, he threatened to do it once a week, so it didn’t have much impact.

“Sorry. I’ll be more careful, I promise.” Something else without much impact. The kiss he bestowed on the older man more than made up for it. Just a soft brush of lips and a light hug, but Roy enjoyed them immensely. Displays of affection were rare and to be treasured. “Sorry about using your office too. But that new guy was staring at me funny. I didn’t want to encourage him.” ‘Hmm? Oh, right. Have Havoc have a talk with him.’ “Are you done yet?”

A quick pet and kiss to the back of his neck. “Yes, all finished. Are you done for the day?”

“Yeah, might as well. Are you coming home for lunch?” He shrugged his shirt on, careful over his back.

“All day. Hawkeye went to visit her sister, so we’re taking off.” Gold eyes flew to his and a bright grin made the inevitable shooting worth it.

“Alright, can the three of us go out tonight?” Light danced in those eyes and he melted, the same as he always did.

“Of course. Where would you like to go? Somewhere reasonably quiet, I suppose.” Al hated the city, he never stayed long, just enough to make sure Ed was still happy.

“Doesn’t matter, we’ll think of something. Let’s go, I’m starving.” He led the way, waving to everyone on the way, from the office staff to the secretaries. Everyone adored him, temper and all. He let Roy wrap an arm around his waist and chatted animatedly on the way to the car, oblivious to the envious stares they were getting.

It always made Roy smirk, and outright laugh when people hit on Ed and he either ignored them, not picking up on it, or treated them like aliens. The blond always ended up in Roy’s office, seeking protection and kisses, both of which were provided in abundance. They were still in the process of dating, but the rules were relaxing and Roy was allowed to kiss in private, and a few times in public, and touch more. He knew it wouldn’t be long, the way Ed watched him and responded to his kisses assured him his patience would pay off.

The drive home was an energetic affair, Ed telling him all about his day, from meeting the new cook to petting the puppies at the pound. He had gone for a walk in town and ended up fixing ovens at a bakery, then got dragged off to fix sheds and help build fences. It was always amazing how popular he was, just by existing. People simply walked up to him and chatted; and if they didn’t treat him like a girl or child, he chatted back. Personally, Roy though it was because he looked so young and innocent but he kept that to himself.

The blond enjoyed himself, spending his days in his lab and his evenings at home with his housemate. He remembered many things and probably would never remember others. More often than not, he would call out greetings to people he hadn’t been introduced to or wander off to deliver things without instructions as to where they belonged. From time to time, he had to be introduced but would remember something later on; Breda was a prime example. He had no idea who he was but reminded Breda he’d told him a particular joke already, as if it had been yesterday instead of years ago.

The door was opened as they walked up the path and the short young man went flying into his brother’s arms to be swung around. They laughed together and babbled happily, sharing everything that had happened in the last few weeks in seconds. Roy took off his shoes and hung up his coat before heading for the kitchen. Lunch was on the stove, hot sandwiches and what looked like a homemade soup. Plates were placed on the table and he started serving. The blonds had followed and sat, still chatting while he served them.

He brushed his hand over Ed’s head and it nudged up by reflex. Al’s eyes narrowed slightly but he chose to leave it alone. Roy refrained from smirking; he’d already won, after all. Not that it was a contest, but Al had made it very clear that if he thought Ed was even remotely unhappy, he would take him and they would disappear. Ed was oblivious, as usual, and chattered about his day and what they should do.

It was decided they would go a movie, and Roy chose to stay home from the gory one the boys chose. They spent the afternoon shopping for new books and presents for Russell and Fletcher. A smooth visit, even if they did have to sleep apart. Ed was in the habit of slipping into his bed to sleep and cuddle but Al was unhappy with the entire situation and it would be unwise to press him. They stood on the platform and waved cheerfully as the train pulled out. As soon as the last car passed the edge, Roy swung his blond up into his arms for a long kiss, ignoring the laughter and cheering around them.

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Roy sat at his desk, pouting. Ed had run off this morning with barely a kiss goodbye and Riza was in a crabby mood and wouldn’t let him have any coffee. Something about it making him hyper and distracting him. So here he was, all by himself, thinking about his blond. Which was an excellent thing to think about, really.

His gaze wandered to the couch, the one he’d bought with the express purpose of bending Ed over it before he disappeared. Hmm, what a great thought. His pants were tightening up already. His eye closed; he conjured up an image of Ed leaning over the couch, pants around his ankles, panting and crying for him. A hand slid down to rub himself through his pants, his breathing speeding up a bit. The old fantasy was replaced by a new one, of Ed, older, more filled out, sitting on his desk, legs spread, hands exploring his body. A low moan escaped and his pants were undone in seconds. A pale hand wrapped around his erection, smearing the droplet on the tip. A few quick jerks and he was shaking, nearly there. Just a bit more…

“Hey, whatcha doin’?” His eye flew open to see Ed closing the door carefully behind him. His hand was yanked away from himself but he didn't have time to do up his pants. He shuffled his chair closer to the desk to avoid embarrassing the younger man.

The brush of fabric on inflamed skin made him flinch. “Ah, nothing special. How is your day going?”

“Oh, really good, see? I got an orange from the nice lady at the cafeteria. She said I could have it, even if I didn't want to kiss her. Which was nice, ‘cause I didn’t really want it that bad but it tastes pretty good anyways and I’m glad I got it. And, my metal work is going really well, I made a new gun this morning, Havoc’s taking it to testing this afternoon. I hope I did it right, they’re strange things, aren’t they? Lots of little pieces, took me a month to get them all memorized.” He took a breathing break and bit the orange skin, licking the bitterness of the skin off his lips before sucking the juice out of a segment. He noticed Roy’s eyes glazing over. “Want some?”

The black eye was fastened on the delicate fingers plucking the fruit apart and the juice that slid lazily down his arm. The blond lifted his arm to lick it off and followed it back to his hand, lapping at his fingers while he waited for an answer. Dark hair nodded and he held out a piece, only to have Roy open his mouth and wait. Bright red stained his cheeks but the younger man leaned forward and placed it in, rubbing gently against the pale lips that closed on his fingers, sucking them in.

Designs were drawn lightly on smooth skin and Ed gave a few little gasps. This was still fairly new to him, and though they were progressing, it hadn’t gone very far. Almost entirely comfort touching, some kissing, and some light petting. Roy sucked harder and tested his teeth against the sensitive finger tips. A soft moan and Ed was crawling across the desk, pressing his face close for a kiss. Roy grabbed him and yanked him over the edge to sit in his lap. The blond immediately tried to edge back when he noticed the blue pants were still undone. A faint blush rose in the older man’s cheeks; he’d forgotten about those being open.

“Ah, sorry. Here, go ahead.” He pushed the chair back to let the younger man up but Ed took a deep breath and cuddled.

“I want to stay.” His face was buried in Roy’s shoulder and he trembled but his arms were wrapped around his boyfriend, holding him close.

“Ed, I, ah, don’t think I can take much right now.” A questioning sound came from his shoulder. “I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

Gold peeked up at him. “Ok.” Roy stared down, ‘Ok?’ What did that mean? Did he…

“You mean… it’s alright? Yes, you want to?” He couldn’t hide the eagerness. Blond nodded. “Really? Because you want to, not just me?”

“I, I want to.” The auto-mail hand was shredding his shirt and the flesh was wrapped around his neck tightly enough to choke. Roy nudged him back a little to look him in the eye and nodded.

“It’s ok, I won't hurt you, I swear.” He slid his hands under the soft shirt and edged it up, caressing smooth skin, stopping at the old favorite places. The younger man nodded and tilted his head up for a kiss; something he was familiar with. His body trembled under Roy’s hands but soft moans and little cries of pleasure told him it was alright.

Firm hands lifted and the blond found himself on the desk edge, his house mate leaning over him to keep their mouths together. Roy flexed his shoulders; still heavy! More enjoyable things crowded into focus, the heat from Ed’s chest, his tongue pushing against his own, small hands exploring the slim chest in front of him.

Tentative fingers traced his sides and moved around the front to press against his stomach before inching up to rub waiting nipples. He tried to undo the buttons with one hand, petting the blond with the other but one caught and he grunted in frustration. Ed laughed against his neck and undid it quickly, pushing the ripped shirt off. He pulled back and nibbled his lips while he looked; he’d seen Roy of course, they lived together, but never actually looked. Pale flesh covered a slim chest and flat stomach, muscle visibly flexing while he stood for inspection, letting Ed take in the scars and run his finger tips over each one.

Slim hands started lower, brushing delicate skin and he sucked his breath in. “Not yet, sweetheart. Let me make you feel good.” The exploring hands were placed on his shoulders and he gave a quick kiss before moving down. Clothes disappeared as he came to them, sliding up and down as was easiest. Pink flesh was licked and sucked, a pass of teeth earning a quiet squeak. He moved on, giving attention to every bit of skin he passed, adoring it all. Mismatched hands tightened and he moaned against the quivering navel, nuzzling his way down to nose thick curls.

Ed made a little noise of surprise and he dropped a gentle kiss on the tip before swallowing it, lapping easily, slow and even strokes building pleasure quickly. It only took seconds and his entire body tensed and jolted with pleasure. Roy swallowed and wiped his mouth to get anything that escaped, letting the blond watch him lick his fingers clean. Gold eyes were dazed and a bit crossed.

“Ok?” Gold nodded and more red moved up into his cheeks. “Good. I’m going to touch you, alright? It might hurt a little but it’ll get better, promise.” Another nod and he reached for his oil, coating his fingers heavily. Light kisses pressed against the soft stomach while his fingers drew tiny circles and kept constant light pressure on the small bud, finally slipping past with a start. A tiny whimper and he took the soft flesh into his mouth, sucking and licking gently.

Another whimper, one of pleasure this time, and he moved a bit, crooking his finger at the perfect angle and his mouth filled quickly. His head moved, dark hair tangling in gold, and he added a second finger slowly, letting him adjust. Once his hips were moving up for more, a third finger snuck in; a faint murmur of protest and it was accepted. Hard bucked up to him and he sucked obligingly, swirling his tongue around the head and tasting salt.

His pants slid down further when he stood and pressed their hips together. “Ok?” A quick nod and the younger man panted up at him, eyes pleading. “Alright, just a second and I’ll be in you.” He patted around for the oil again and splashed more on his hand to cover himself. His nose settled against the spot behind the blond’s ear and he licked as he nudged past the tight ring of muscle, stopping once the head was in. A tiny whimper and he whispered love and comfort. Soft sucking and light gasps were reassuring and Ed relaxed around him, nuzzling his neck. The taller body trembled and he pushed in a bit more, centimeter by centimeter, then inches. Finally, he was seated, and they stood, bodies shaking. “I love you, more than you will ever know.”

Strong hands pushed him away and gold looked up at him. “Even though I’m not the same?”

“You are perfect.” A pale hand brushed blond hair out of his eyes. “Then, now, you are you and you are perfect and I love you.” He meant to press a soft kiss to the parted lips but a bold tongue slid past his and swept through his mouth.

The black eye closed and he breathed, slowly in and out a few times, relaxing as much as he could, then moved a bit, sliding easily, squeezed tightly. He trembled on the edge after only a half-dozen strokes and slid a hand down to grip the blond’s erection. A quick squeeze and his hand moved to the pace of his hips, his mouth muffling soft cries. Shudders rocked their bodies, one seconds after the other, close enough that Roy didn’t know who came first. He didn't care, cuddling and hugging his precious armful.

“Roy?” His voice trembled and for a second the older man thought he might regret it. “I, I love you. Thank you.” A sigh of relief and pleasure brushed blond hair and he hugged tightly.

“Love you, sweetheart. Shall we go home? I want to give you a bath, with lots of bubbles. Sound nice?” Assent hummed against his neck and he pulled back to wipe them down with his shirt. “And, if you give me a really nice kiss, I might even make your favorite for supper tonight.” A lazy grin and he was tugged up to meet soft lips; they parted and slickness explored his lips and dipped inside, tasting delicately. “Supper and a bath it is.”

The blond laughed while he did up his coat, trying to hide the fact that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. “Don’t laugh, we’re both going to have to move fast if we want to get out of here. It’s only one o’clock you know.”

“Yeah, I know. Want me to get you out?” A dark brow rose. “I’ll go ask if I can have you for the afternoon. Hawkeye will let me, she’s likes me.” Black hair shook and the older man laughed.

“Sure she will, just like if I ask politely, I won't have to come in for a week.” Ed huffed at him and stood, brushing his clothes into place. A quick check and he was out the door, bouncing with enthusiasm. ‘What is he doing now?’ He was back in a minute and waved him forward.

Roy stuck his nose out the door and looked around. Everyone was working quietly, Riza at her desk supervising. He cautiously stepped out and waited to be yelled at; nothing happened and he took another step. Still nothing. Gold eyes rolled and his hand was grabbed. On the way by, the Colonel spoke. “I expect you back tomorrow morning, on time, sir. Please take Edward somewhere nice.” Her tone suggested that if she heard a single complaint, there would be an execution.

He swallowed. “Yes, of course. See you tomorrow.” Ed giggled beside him and led the way to the car. “What did you tell her?”

“I just told her that I’ve been lonely at home by myself, since you work so much overtime, and that I really, really wanted to go for a date. She thought it was a great idea. See? Told you I could get you out.” He smirked. “So, better take me somewhere nice.”

“How does home for a hot bath and almond chicken with rice sound? I even have some of that wine you like left.” A quick kiss and the blond bounced over to the other side of the car.

“Sounds perfect.” He flinched a little when he sat but showed no other signs of wear. By the time they got home, he had stiffened up a bit and the bath was a welcome diversion.