In Our Dreams

Edward bolted upright as he became aware of a presence in his room. His first instinct, as always way to transmute his automail arm into a blade… until he realized that it was no longer an option. No automail, no transmutation, not home, deal with it. He then reached for the gun he kept under his mattress… but as he pulled it out, he realized that whoever it was that was standing in his doorway wasn’t moving, wasn’t attacking, wasn’t saying anything.

“Who’s there?” Ed called out, reaching for the pull-chain of the lamp by his bed. He got no response, but as the figure was illuminated by the yellow lamplight, he realized that he didn’t need one.

He was on his feet in a flash, the gun dropping to the floor as he crossed the room to stand in front on the intruder. “This is a dream,” he finally managed to whisper.

“Of course it’s a dream, Fullmetal, but does it matter?” Roy said, raising a hand to Ed’s cheek, wiping away a single tear that had formed.

Ed smiled a small, sad smile. “Please don’t call me that, Coronal. I am no longer the Fullmetal Alchemist, I no longer have any right to that title. Here, there is no alchemy. My life is pointless. I am just Edward Elric. I am nothing more than that.”

“Brigadier General. I’ve been promoted,” Roy announced with a wink. Ed managed a small smile. Sure, even in my dream he’s bragging about some promotion. “And call my Roy. You know that. And no matter where you are, you will always be my precious Edward”. With this declaration, Roy pulled Ed into his arms, holding him tight, as you would something dear. “I’ve missed you, Edward. More than you can know”.

After a moment, Roy stopped, holding Ed by the shoulders at arm’s length, inspecting him. “Your automail…” he began. “Its gone,” Ed responded simply, not wanting to go into the details of Wrath and the gate. Roy simply nodded. “You’ve grown, Ed. And, if anything, you are now more beautiful then you ever were.”

Roy eyed Ed carefully. The Edward he knew would have flown into a flying rage at even the slightest hint of a disparaging remark concerning his height, but all this Ed did was look at the floor. Roy took Ed’s chin in his hand, and forced his head up to look him in the eye. “Edward? Talk to me. Its just me. Tell me everything.”

‘Everything’, Roy came to realize, was quite a bit. He simply sat with Ed on the side of the bed while Ed unleashed all the sorrow, all the pain, and all the regret that he had accumulated over the past year. He listened silently, letting Ed get it all out, and at the same time wanting to know. Wanting to know what had changed his Fullmetal into the man that was now with. But as Ed continued his story, it felt as if a weight had been lifted. Sitting with Roy, it felt right, safe, and for the first time since he came to this world, he felt at home.

“And that’s everything. Everything since I left. And Roy, I am so sorry,” Ed then broke down, the tears that he had been holding back for so long came streaming down his face. Roy simply held him, letting him cry himself into silence. He ran his fingers through the golden hair that he had missed so much, noting that it was quite a bit longer, and made to seem even more so by Ed’s additionally height. But that was irrelevant. He had Edward back in his arms, and that was all that mattered. It was at that moment that Ed looked up at him, a small spark of his old mischievousness in his eyes, and kissed him.

If the world had ended at that moment, neither men would have noticed. Bodies intertwined, they devoured each other’s mouths as if they were trying to make up for all lost time with this one kiss. Hands roamed, Roy feeling the smooth flesh where metal once was, running his hands over the still-muscular chest and back of his Ed. Ed was lost in the simple pleasures of having this man that he thought he had lost touching him, the simple feeling of Roy’s skilled hands tracing his muscles was almost more then he could stand.

Ed broke their kiss with a gasp, his eyes burning with a heat that Roy had never seen in him. In all their time together, Ed had never looked at him like that. Ed smiled an evil smile, and proceeded to pull Roy up off the bed and onto his feet. “Strip,” Ed ordered, his eyes dancing. Roy simply stared for a moment, then decided to go along with the game. Well, at least partially. He stepped forward, reducing the space between their bodies to none. He then leaned in to whisper in Ed’s ear; “Do you want to see my body, Edward? Do you want me naked and exposed before you, shuddering at your every touch? Do you want me to see you? Do you want me to run my hands over your exposed flesh, to make you moan with desire? Do you want to feel my mouth on you, to run my tongue over every inch of your body? To suck you dry as you moan and scream my name? Do you want to feel me inside of you? To have me thrusting into you while you writhe, forgetting everything except the feeling of me within, making you feel pleasure no one else ever could? Do you want me to fuck you senseless? Is that what you want?”

Roy smiled at the glazed look in Ed’s eyes. He knew Ed, he knew what it took to make him putty in his hands. Roy stole a quick kiss, then took a step back. “Now, Edward, strip”. Ed simple nodded, and slowly began undoing buttons as Roy watched. No more leather pants, Roy noted with disappointment. However, he noted with a smirk as Ed’s shirt and pants fell to the floor, he still doesn’t wear any underwear.

Ed stood, naked, in front of Roy, and Roy took his time admiring the view. He was leaner, still heavily muscled, and still had next to no body fat. Ed began to blush as eyes roamed over his body, and he managed a small protest, “but you’re still clothed”.

Roy eyed him for a moment, then quickly shed his uniform, flinging the coat over a chair in the corner of the room, letting his other garments fall where they may. Once naked, he stepped over to press his body against Ed’s, feeling the smoothness of skin against skin, and cocked his head down to catch Ed’s mouth in another kiss.

After that, it wasn’t clear how they got onto the bed. Hands began roaming once again, and Roy’s mouth left Ed’s, leaving a trail of kisses and nips down his neck pausing to nibble an earlobe, making Ed sigh a small sigh of contentment. He then continued down, catching a nipple in his mouth, eliciting a moan. Roy rolled his tongue around it, then bit softly, not enough to inflict pain, but still making Ed arch off the bed with a gasp. Roy then gave the other nipple the same treatment, while trailing his fingertips down Ed’s stomach, playing in the defined curves of his muscles, then trailing back up his sides. A soft whimper of displeasure was heard when his lips left the nipple, but Roy ignored it, centering in upon his prize. Roy sat up, taking in the view of the young man spread out beneath him. Hair fanned, eyes glazed, gasping at Roy’s every touch, this was how he liked to see Edward Elric. Completely at his mercy. He then ran a single finger up Ed’s length, knowing what an intense reacting this simple touch would provoke. Ed arched up off the bed with a gasp of surprised pleasure. Roy never tired of seeing that very reaction. Oh, how he had missed this. He smiled, bending down and repeating the track his finger had just taken with his tongue, then swirling his tongue around the head before taking it into his mouth and sucking gently. Ed’s appreciative moans spurred Roy onward, wanting to do all he could to keep Ed making those sounds. One hand moved down to massage Ed’s balls, while the other was placed on Ed’s stomach to keep him from bucking too violently into his mouth. Roy hummed down Ed’s length, then swallowed him whole, his arm holding Ed down as his hips began involuntary thrusting. Roy then pulled back and released Ed, letting him fuck his mouth. Ed’s cried grew louder, and Roy wrapped his lips around the head of Ed’s erection and sucked as Ed’s orgasm overtook him, swallowing Ed’s essence as his body was wracked in convulsions of pure pleasure. Ed’s cries slowly died down, as Roy gently sucked him dry, feeling Ed’s body turn to jelly.

Roy smiled as he crawled up Ed’s prone body, planting a soft kiss upon his trembling lips. “Edward?” he whispered, lightly tracing the contours of his face, his cheeks, his lips. “Roy,” came the breathy reply. “Please, don’t stop. I, I need you.” Roy was rather taken aback by this comment, but it stirred something in the pit of his stomach, something that he wasn’t willing to deal with. Instead, he replied, “Ed, I don’t have anything here…” “Bathroom. Cabinet. Bottom shelf, on the left” came the reply, and Roy didn’t need to be told twice. Despite not knowing where the bathroom was, he was there and back in record speed, already smearing lube on his fingers by the time he had reached the bed.

“Spread your legs more,” Roy whispered, settling in between them. Edward complied, tucking his knees slightly toward his chest, leaving his entrance completely open and exposed. Roy then began tracing, swirling, coaxing Ed to relax and let him in. He finally pushed one finger in, and almost immediately added another, resulting in a gasping moan from Ed. He began scissoring, stretching, knowing that Ed liked it to be a little rough, but still not willing to hurt him. Besides, it had been a while. He inserted a third finger, and began pumping, hearing Ed’s gasps of discomfort giving way to moans of pleasure. Roy then withdrew his fingers, wiping them on a rag he had grabbed while in the bathroom.

He quickly smeared his own cock with lube, and positioned himself at Ed’s entrance. “Ready, Ed?” he asked, barely able to hold himself back. “Just DO IT already!” came the reply, husky with need and want. Hearing this, Roy couldn’t hold himself back any longer, he thrust in hard, burying himself completely within Ed.

Ed moaned something incoherent as he felt Roy slide inside of him, filling him. Roy stopped to let Ed adjust, but Ed wasn’t in the mood for that now. He wanted movement, he wanted to be taken. “ Just FUCK ME, already,” he pleaded, and Roy was immediately sent over the edge. He began furiously thrusting into Ed, making him scream with pleasure. Roy grabbed Ed’s right leg and flung it over his shoulder, changing the angle to hit him right *there* and Ed’s vision erupted in sparks. “Oh, god, Roy, yes, please……..” Ed moaned, fueling Roy’s fire with his words. Roy knew he couldn’t hold out much longer, so he took Ed’s erection in his hand and began pumping it roughly. Ed’s only response was a loud moan of pleasure, the feeling of being both filled and stimulated from the outside was simply too much for him to handle. He screamed Roy’s name as he came in Roy’s hand, covering it with his essence. As Roy felt Ed tighten around him, he cave a few final, long pumps before he came, spilling himself deep within Ed.

Roy slowly pulled out, laying Ed’s legs down on the bed beside him. He smiled at the half-lidded eyes of the beauty before him, who had given himself over to him once again. Roy simply couldn’t understand it. What was it that bound himself and this young man together so tightly? That feeling in the pit of his stomach told him that he knew, but it still wasn’t something that he could deal with. He couldn’t love Edward, and he knew that Ed knew that. It was something that they dealt with, knowing that these feelings were ones that couldn’t be allowed out into the open. No matter how much he wanted to. Roy sighed and wiped his hand and Ed’s stomach clean with the rag. Ed simply smiled up at him sleepily. Then, he shivered. It was a cold night, and sweating as they had was only making it seem colder. Roy maneuvered Ed under the covers of his bed, then put the pants and shirt of his own uniform back on. He turned to find that Ed was already asleep, a small smile playing at his lips. Roy sat on the bed next to him, absently sweeping a stray strand of hair from the sleeping youth’s face. Ed’s eyes fluttered open, locking in on Roy’s.

“Roy… I know that I can’t say this. You should pretend that I didn’t. But… I love you, Roy. I love you so much.”

Roy simply looked at Ed, whose eyes had were brimming with unshed tears. “I know, Ed. And no matter what happens, no matter where we are, I want you to know. That I have always loved you. I always will. Shhhhh, don’t cry,” Roy said, wiping a tear from Ed’s cheek. “Be strong. Be Fullmetal. It doesn’t matter where you are, its who you are. I told you this a long time ago, and I’m going to tell you again. Its who you are, inside and out, that makes you beautiful. Be that beauty. Be MY beauty. And come back to me, Edward.”




A knock at the door of his office startled him awake. “Come in,” he called, purely out of reflex. Hawkeye strolled through the door, already talking.

“Good morning, Sir, I see you slept at the office again. And you still didn’t manage to get any work done,” she scolded, eyeing the piles of paperwork on the desk. “I swear, sir, if you want to….”

Hawkeye was still talking, but Roy wasn’t listening. That had been one HELL of a dream. It had felt so… real. And… Edward. Roy felt his heart twist. Coffee. That’s what he needed. Lots of coffee, and to forget that strange dream he had.

“…..and you have to do inspections this morning, sir, so I suggest that you get dressed and come with me.”

Roy looked down at himself. He had on his pants and shirt, and his boots were over by his desk, and his jacket was…

“No,” Roy managed to whisper. It couldn’t be. It wasn’t possible. Was it?