Chimera

Marry me?

“Ed?” The blond rolled over, the long shirt riding up his thighs. Roy stared and swallowed, must focus! “Do you want to go somewhere this month? I can get some extra time off, I thought we’d go for a vacation.”

Bright gold eyes stare back at him, “Really? I thought, well, I thought you were busy this month? You said…” He sat up, ignoring the shirt sliding further. Roy’s eye focused on the hem and prayed it would continue. “Yes! Yes, let’s go somewhere, just us, ok?” Roy almost flinched, he had been busy lately, and he knew he should have been coming home earlier. But, it was anniversary time, even if Ed had completely forgotten. A year since he came home, almost six months since he had regained his memories.

“Well, I managed to get some extra time, I just have to work extra late for the next two weeks, but then we’ll have an entire week for ourselves, ok? I’d like to take you to the town I grew up in. We can stop in Rissembool if you want, maybe swing by Farigain.” Ed was up and rushing at him to climb up his chest for a kiss.

“Yes, yes, yes! Let’s go, I don’t care where!” To see that laughter in his eyes, Roy decided he would do anything that was asked of him. Strong arms wrapped around him. “Guess what?” The dark brow arched in question. “I feel like sex, lots of” His mouth crashed against the full lips, cutting off the teasing words. Roy was never one to deny his darling anything.

They stumbled back, heading for the couch. The big shirt came up and over the blond head, covering Roy’s eye for a second, long enough to trip. They sprawled on the floor with a yelp, and Ed’s head hit with a faint crack. “Ah! You bastard! Be fucking careful!”

Pales hands burrowed in the soft hair, soothing the already forming bump. “It’s ok, I know it hurts, shh.” Ed snorted and pushed his hands down his chest.

“I’m not a little kid. I can handle a bruise or two, but you better put out here, Mustang. Make it worth my while.” He grinned up and moved his hips in offering. Roy nipped his shoulder and obliged, running his hands down the smooth stomach and into dark curls. He combed them, avoiding the sensitive length, even when slim hips arched and begged. “Now, bastard.”

A smirk crossed his lips before he swallowed, sliding his mouth down until his nose buried against the taunt muscle. A scream burst past full lips and the blond head slammed into the floor. It was ignored, the scream continuing as he came, pulsing against Roy’s tongue. The older alchemist swallowed, licking his lips when he came up for air. Mismatched hands waved him up and he was kissed, an aggressive tongue sliding into his mouth. Ed tasted himself, exploring the wetness thoroughly. He shoved Roy over onto his back and started licking his way down, stopping at pert nipples, nibbling lightly, then more heavily. Hands scrabbled in his hair, pressing him close and tugging gently to the rhythm of his moans. His hands slid through black curls and the metal one wrapped around the hot flesh.

Roy started making little cries, interspersed with whines. He always adored the contrast of cool metal against his skin, and if Ed was willing to be aggressive about it, who was he to complain? His hips moved, jerking up for more pressure. Those hands, usually so rough, would pet and caress as if he were delicate as a butterfly. It drove him crazy. Ed laughed against his chest and licked his stomach, stopping to tongue the small indent at his navel. His nose rubbed enticingly against the flat muscle before he moved down further. “Roy.” It was almost a song, low and sweet, irresistible. The black eye opened and he looked down. “Yeah, that’s what I want, watch me.”

The pink tongue flicked out and swiped over the head. Gold eyes held his own, daring him to look away while that tongue, which ought to be illegal, flickered and slid. Finally, it pressed flat against the base and swished all the way to the top, pausing to slide into the wet slit before turning and moving back down. The older man panted and tried to remember how to breathe normally. Wetness covered half his cock, the active tongue still moving. He forgot about breathing normally, forgot about breathing, everything but the young man at his feet. Cold pushed beside his cock and he opened his eye again. The flesh hand was wrapped around his base, covering the other half, and the metal hand was pressed beside his cock, fingers sliding into Ed’s mouth. He cried then, begged. A grin formed around him and he almost came, his hips jerking frantically.

A firm tap to his thigh told him not to, wait. Be good and I’ll give you a present. ‘Oh please, please, now, please.’ The words wouldn’t come, his mouth too busy trying to breath to speak. Cool fingers slid down, over his balls, past the sensitive spot behind them, and to the pink ring. They circled, pressing lightly, teasing. He pushed back, begging with his body, and one slid in, stroking him from the inside. “More, Ed, please” the second finger slipped in, stretching him, preparing him. Moans escaped, he was helpless before his lover. The hard fingers crooked and his back arched, lifting them both off the floor. “That’s right, you’ve been very good. Want a reward?”

Bright light flared and tingles ran down his body; he couldn’t stop, he came, convulsing against the restraints now on his wrists. Ed grunted and swallowed, licking the bit that escaped him away. He moved up his captive’s body, running his hands over sensitive skin. A soft kiss teased Roy’s mouth open and he responded lazily, tugging on the restraints. “Nuh uh, those are staying. You owe me, remember?” The wicked grin and suddenly Roy didn't feel all that safe anymore. Not that he didn't trust Ed, but you could never be too careful.

That exquisite tongue slid near his ear, teasing but not touching. A soft moan and it slipped into the shell, teasing the rim and flicking the lobe. Tiny kisses followed his neck and explored his collar bone. Suddenly, it was gone and he opened his eye to see. Ed was standing over him, aroused and smiling and just so beautiful Roy never wanted to look away. He was holding a small glass bottle from the drawer of the coffee table.

The little bottle of oil was upended and it splashed over hard muscle, trickling down the flat stomach and over strong fingers that wrapped around his cock. Roy could feel himself growing, responding to the feast before him. He arched helplessly, pleas already on his tongue. Ed stroked, never taking his eyes off his lover, coating himself well. He shone as he knelt, using his thighs to nudge the pale ones before him open. The older man moaned when hot skin pressed to his and bucked when a cool finger entered him, opening him. “Please.” Laughter was clear in his ears and a second finger joined the first.

Slow, even strokes, pushing the tips against the spongy spot, made his eye roll and his breath catch. A third finger, stretching, moving slowly, driving him crazy. “Now, inside me, please.” Babbling word tumbled, falling over each other. Ed was heavy against him, licking his neck and nibbling his ear as he slid in centimeter by centimeter until there was nowhere else to go. Roy’s pants were harsh and his hips moved frantically until Ed had mercy and started to move, smooth, long thrusts, rubbing his tip against the sweet spot.

The older alchemist screamed and fought the cuffs, jerking them up and pulling, trying to wrap his lover in his arms. Even teeth worried the shell of his ear and the strokes sped up, dark hips swiveling against pale ones. The hot mouth moved to capture his own, drinking his cries while slim hips pounded him to the floor. Metal grasped him and he came, screaming his pleasure and covering both their stomachs. A few more strokes, erratic and hard, and Ed followed, filling him with heat. They lay panting, cuddled on the floor.

Ed rolled to the side to avoid squishing his lover and Roy tugged a bit on the restraints. “Nah, I think I’ll leave you like that, tied down for my enjoyment.”

“Edward.” Gold brows arched at the warning and he chose a different route. “If you don’t let me up, I can’t give you your present.” Curiosity won and he was released with a clap. “Get dressed, we’ll go for supper then I’ll give it to you. And, we can decide where we want to go for vacation.” Blond hair shook with annoyance but the younger man took off to get changed, wearing his black pants and dark blue shirt, his hair freshly brushed; he looked like a saint, hot, delicious, untouchable.

Supper was, interesting. Ed objected to the restaurant, an expensive, exclusive place, where Roy was well known, even after all the years between his last visit. The blond pouted while waiters fawned and the maitre d’ joked with his lover. The food was fancy and mostly unpronounceable for the young alchemist and Roy ordered for them both.

Pale hands reached across the table, grasping tanned ones. “Please, Ed. Indulge me?” He smiled, wishing he could flaunt his lover for the entire world to see. But, this one restaurant would do.

Deep sigh and he squeezed back. “Fine. But this present better be something pretty damn good.” A grin flashed and Roy nodded; yes, this present was pretty damn good.

The meal was delicious, as it should be for what he was paying. Desert was served and the waiter disappeared discretely. Half way through, Roy put his fork down. “Ed? Sweetheart, here. Happy anniversary. I’m grateful everyday that I found you.” The blond flushed brightly, not used to public confessions. He took the long box, turning it over to examine it. Roy grinned at him. “Open it.”

Metal fingers slit the wrapping and the box was opened. Sheets of paper were folded neatly in the bottom. “What are” Roy waved him on, nibbling his lip. He certainly hoped Ed would like it. The papers unfolded and Ed scanned them. “These are… resignation papers? What’s going on?”

“Ed, look at the ones on the bottom.” He flipped obediently through them to the last one.

Scanned it. “Exemption from enrollment? Special permission to work at… Central Library? And a research lab?” He looked up, meeting Roy’s eye. “I… can work at the library. And continue my research. Without being in the military? Really?” The dark head nodded. “I’m free.” His hands shook and he stood abruptly, shoving his chair over backwards, drawing the attention of everyone in the restaurant.

‘Oh shit, he hates it.’ “You don’t have to do it, the papers aren’t signed or anything, I won’t if you” He was lifted out of his chair and swung around, a yell of joy echoing through the dining room. Roy froze in shock; Ed was never this expressive in public! Eager lips crashed to his, tongue sliding in, hands wandering already. Clapping and laughter brought the young man’s attention back to their location. He flushed and set Roy down, hiding his face in his chest. Roy cuddled him and waved the waiter over for the check.

Ed’s face was still bright red when they left but he stuck to Roy’s side. The drive home was filled with stolen kisses and fondling. The door was barely open before they tumbled through, pressing against the wall, just missing the coat hooks. Roy found himself lifted against the wall, balancing precariously while his clothes disappeared. He was finally naked and Ed clapped and stripped himself in one movement, his clothes falling to the floor in piles of thread. They stumbled back towards the bedroom, twirling each other against the wall, hands moving frantically, mouths joined.

After what seemed like an eternity, the bed was there, and they fell, rolling, heat and wet, desire rampant. Ed was digging in the drawer while stroking him with his other hand. Roy’s hands tried to pull his attention back to the bed, groping and petting eagerly. Oil spilled, soaking into the sheets but Ed got enough on his hands to ignore it, rolling Roy beneath him. One hand wrapped around his erection, stroking quickly and the man bucked and spread his legs. Slick fingers trailed down his chest before leaving him. “No, Ed” Whines escaped. “Hurry.”

“Shut up, I am.” Roy cracked his eye open to see Ed sliding a finger into himself. He panted harder, arching up and reaching desperately. A second finger joined the first and he choked, his hands falling back to his sides. A cold knee nudged him on one side and his hips were straddled. His cock twitched and Ed grabbed it, lining it up and pressing himself down. He shuddered, shivering above his lover as he lowered slowly. Roy’s fingers dug into the sheets, fighting for control. “Let go, give me everything.” A warm hand grasped his sack, pushing the delicate globes up, fondling them almost gently. He stared up at gold, a small sun who deigned to be near him.

The long line of his body, stretched back for optimal depth, solid muscle flexing, pink nipples perked, the thick erection jutting out, its tip wet and glistening. His mouth worked, his throat closed, and he slammed up, lifting them off the bed, and came. Deep, tight, hot, oh please, don’t let it ever stop. He prayed to anyone listening, the god Ed hated so much and any he hadn’t heard of. Ed’s voice was high, echoing as he covered Roy’s chest and splashed his face. The older man licked his lips, tasting his love’s seed.

His hands roamed, petting gently, smoothing away the tremors running through the blond’s body, cleaning them. He licked when his hands got too wet, tasting the salt and tang that was Ed, bright and clear. The younger man watched him through sleepy eyes, smiling faintly. They rolled and Roy pulled away to grab a towel. He wiped them down, whispering his love and adoration for his blond. Ed’s voice was husky when he returned the soft words and gentle petting, cuddling into the taller man’s arms.

“Thank you, Roy.” Tiny kisses teased the corners of his mouth and lulled him into sleep.

“You’re welcome, darling. Good night.” Blankets were retrieved and he settled down next to his lover.

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The entire bed was shaking. The brunette grunted and rolled over to find a cold spot beside him. The shaking seemed to be coming from the foot of the bed and he nudged himself around to look. “Ed? What are you doing?” The blond was bouncing on the edge, fidgeting around.

“Oh, you’re awake! Get up, I forgot to give you your present yesterday.” With that, the young man bounded off, jogging out of the room. Roy groaned and rolled back into the blankets; too early! The door slammed open and he waved and started to crawl out to avoid being dragged.

The hall was a trial, dodging clothing from the night before, and his bleary vision didn't help. Thankfully, coffee was waiting, hot and strong, exactly the way he liked it best. Ed sat at the table, watching him and fidgeting. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing, I just want to give it to you.” He blushed and looked away. Three cups of coffee later, Roy was at least coherent.

“Alright, is it here? Or do we have to go somewhere?” Gold eyes flickered to his lap and white teeth worried the full lips. The dark-haired man sat quietly and let him work it out.

“Umm, well, ah.” He swallowed loudly, gathering courage and thrust a small box across the table. “Here.” His face was glowing red and his eyes didn’t rise from the table.

“Thank you, Edward.” Roy took it carefully and peeled back the tape to remove the wrapping paper in one piece. Ed watched, vibrating with nerves.

His fingers tapped the table. “You haven’t seen it yet. Maybe you won’t like it.”

Roy looked up from his task and smiled. “Of course I’ll like it; you got it for me. Come over here.” A hand reached out and drew the blond to his side and into his lap. Soft kisses distracted him from the box and calmed his lover. The lid slid off easily and a faint gleam of red and gold caught his eye. A pair of rings, gold with red swirls, were nestled in the box with a small note. Ed’s arms jerked and he twitched when Roy lifted the note out, careful not to touch the rings. Careful script flowed across the page; “Roy. You have always been there for me and I hope you always will be. I love you. Please wear this and think of me. Love, Edward.”

“Ed, these are beautiful. Where did you get them?” Bright red rose again.

“I made them. I used gold and silver and a bit of copper, mixed with a salt base. If you mix them in the right proportions they should provide an alloy that won’t rust or wear down easily and” Roy’s mouth cut him off, brushing lightly. Ed was such a rambler when he was nervous.

“Thank you, Ed. They’re wonderful. Put it on for me?” The left hand was held out and Ed took it in his, hovering a ring over the ring finger.

“Are you sure? Everyone will think you got married or something.”

“Aww, are you saying you don’t want to marry me?” He laughed at the embarrassed flush. “Yes, Ed, I love you and I would be thrilled to wear your ring.” The bright gold slid onto his finger twisting past the knuckle for a perfect fit. It was held out to admire and he picked up the second ring. A soft kiss and he slid it onto the slim finger of Ed’s left hand. “Love you, brat.”

“Love you, bastard.”



The end. Thank you everyone for reading and I hope you enjoyed it!

A/N: So, here we are. At the end of another fic that got completely out of hand. I thought, oh, yeah, two or three chapters but it grew and grew and people kept egging me on. I’m blaming you guys, it’s all your fault. Mazoku_Onna, Jazz/Jazlynn Sasaki, ursweetheartless, psymonobsidian, Kumiko, dana, kallipso, milky, LuckieDuckie, cuylerjade, zoe, Yami No Kaeko, michelle, mirandler43, DuosAngel, Lurker, lelann, RWThunder, mina, Lisa, sevlow, Asakura, CrimsonInHumanBloodForever, adracona, Shayne, ann onymous, ZaKai, Daniela, Pam, liamanda, moira-mctaggart. I think that’s everyone; most of you reviewed multiple times, which is fabulous. Thank you, for the support, I truly appreciate it.