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three. secondbest kisses (maes hughes/roy mustang)
Title: Secondbest Kisses
Author: Queen Creepy
Series: FullMetal Kisses
Pairing: HughesxRoy
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Angsty Roy. Oblivious Hughes. A couple bad words.
Comment(s): I depressed myself with this one. It makes me want to get a stick and beat a Hughes figurine or something. Blame Win again. It\'s all her freakin\' fault, because she convinced me it was fun to make Roy cry in a manly way that wouldn\'t take away his pride and manliness, because guys cover up their feelings from what I\'ve heard.
Grr. Darn you Roy!
Clocks in at 1,137 words.
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Roy Mustang wanted to scream and cry and yell and beat Maes Hughes about his gelled back head, but all he could do was grit his teeth and give a forced smile as he watches the man adjust his tie for the hundredth time. He watched the man try to fight his unruly bangs back into the smooth slick of the rest of his gelled hair, watched him run a hand over his now smooth jaw, apparently lamenting over the loss of the stubble he had been working on for at least a month. Roy watched Hughes adjust and tug on his suit, frowning and wincing at the tiny imperfections the man found in the lay of the black material.
Roy wanted to grab the man and shake him violently, screaming at him for being so stupid as to let his mind and heart wander this far, wanted to know if the years of devotion and pain and trial and error and happiness meant nothing to the older man. He wanted to know just how Hughes could have fallen in love with some random woman, needed the reason why Roy wasn\'t good enough, even though his pained mind could supply all the answers that Roy didn\'t want to hear.
Gracia, the girl Maes had met no more than nine months, thirty-four days, seventeen hours, and who cares how many minutes ago could provide Hughes with a family. She could give him children, a physical impossibility for Roy, and she could give him a respite from his servitude to the military and Roy\'s dreams and ideals. She could give him a place to be something other than a stern authoritarian and a tome of wisdom; she could let him be human.
Roy swallowed, tugging on the neck of his suit and brushing his own bangs back as he moved forward to stand behind Maes, watching the visibly nervous man continue to fret and primp like a schoolgirl over the mirror in the morning. The older man turned to face Roy, holding his hands out and grinning sheepishly, fear and anxiety clearly written in his eyes even though he tried to force a smile. \"How do I look?\"
And Roy wanted to say that he looked handsome and desirable and he wanted to say that this was all a mistake and that he shouldn\'t marry that woman, that the bitch had nothing on what Roy had put into Hughes and had no right to sweep in and take the man as if he had been single. But he swallowed and his heartfelt confession choked in his throat, so all he murmured was \"You look good, Maes. You really do.\" And with that he gave a little tug on the pristine white of Hughes\' shirt collar, trailing a plain gloved hand over the black of his tie and smoothing it down, even though all he wanted to do was grab it and drag Hughes\' lips down to his and remind the man of what seemed like countless years of involvement and understanding and something like love.
Maes just grinned and pushed that damned bang of his to the side again, giving a little frown of frustration at its\' lack of compliance, and Roy just gave a tight little smile and smacked his hand away lightly, murmuring \"It looks fine, Hughes. Leave it be before you mess up the rest of the coif.\" Hughes just grinned and shrugged, pacing his little broom closet of a room, seeming to brood and contemplate for a long moment before snapping about, drawing in a breath with a gasp.
\"You have the-\"
\"Yes, I have it.\" Roy waved a hand, already knowing that Hughes was going to ask about the wedding band that Roy had tucked in his inner breast pocket as the golden band burned a little hole against his heart, eating at him like acid as Roy pulled out his pocket watch and flicked it open, frowning and looking back up at Maes. He wanted to lie, wanted to make the man miss his own wedding, but his common sense and his utter adoration of Hughes forbade it. \"We\'re going to miss your wedding if we aren\'t at the alter in a minute, Maes.\" The man seemed to jump as Roy strode towards him, the two of them stopping in the door, trying to exit at the same time. Maes was trying to get to the happiest moment of his life as quickly as possible, while Roy just wanted to hurry up and die.
With one last, \"Are you sure I\'m looking okay?\" and Hughes hand on his shoulder; Roy had to bite back the urge to scream again, so close to the man. He could smell the faint hint of the spicy aftershave Hughes had always used when he bothered to shave, and the faint whiff of something that made his breath smell good and made his lips seem so kissable. He wanted to lean up and take what had been his until now, but he just couldn\'t make himself do it, because he knew now that he would have to always be just the best friend.
So with another obligatory smooth down and a chiding \"You\'re fine\", they proceeded towards the alter, Hughes standing towards the front and near the podium, shifting and squirming like an oversized child waiting for a promised event to happen, while Roy stood to the side like a deer in the headlights. And then the wedding march started, although Roy knew that the piece had been meant for a funeral as a white shrouded angel appeared at the doorway, accompanied by her father as they proceeded down the aisle towards their future husband, and their future son-in-law, respectively.
And the preacher went through the motions, declaring the beauty of the union he was performing, and it was all Roy could do not to object when the man had asked for any last objections. He could just give Hughes a little smile as he produced the golden band and handed it to the man, watching him slide it onto Gracia\'s finger with a loving \'I do\'.
And all he could do was stand there and smile as Maes leaned close and pressed his mouth to hers when he was given permission, feeling almost frozen and like a little piece of him was dying as his lover and the man\'s new bride made their way down the aisle, followed by the rest of the lovely wedding invitees; the blind idiots that were so happy for this union from hell.
He just drank and drowned himself in memories among the rest of the smiling faces at the reception, murmuring out lies and excuses as he remembered when Hughes last kissed him; when he remembered being more than second best.
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Author: Queen Creepy
Series: FullMetal Kisses
Pairing: HughesxRoy
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Angsty Roy. Oblivious Hughes. A couple bad words.
Comment(s): I depressed myself with this one. It makes me want to get a stick and beat a Hughes figurine or something. Blame Win again. It\'s all her freakin\' fault, because she convinced me it was fun to make Roy cry in a manly way that wouldn\'t take away his pride and manliness, because guys cover up their feelings from what I\'ve heard.
Grr. Darn you Roy!
Clocks in at 1,137 words.
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Roy Mustang wanted to scream and cry and yell and beat Maes Hughes about his gelled back head, but all he could do was grit his teeth and give a forced smile as he watches the man adjust his tie for the hundredth time. He watched the man try to fight his unruly bangs back into the smooth slick of the rest of his gelled hair, watched him run a hand over his now smooth jaw, apparently lamenting over the loss of the stubble he had been working on for at least a month. Roy watched Hughes adjust and tug on his suit, frowning and wincing at the tiny imperfections the man found in the lay of the black material.
Roy wanted to grab the man and shake him violently, screaming at him for being so stupid as to let his mind and heart wander this far, wanted to know if the years of devotion and pain and trial and error and happiness meant nothing to the older man. He wanted to know just how Hughes could have fallen in love with some random woman, needed the reason why Roy wasn\'t good enough, even though his pained mind could supply all the answers that Roy didn\'t want to hear.
Gracia, the girl Maes had met no more than nine months, thirty-four days, seventeen hours, and who cares how many minutes ago could provide Hughes with a family. She could give him children, a physical impossibility for Roy, and she could give him a respite from his servitude to the military and Roy\'s dreams and ideals. She could give him a place to be something other than a stern authoritarian and a tome of wisdom; she could let him be human.
Roy swallowed, tugging on the neck of his suit and brushing his own bangs back as he moved forward to stand behind Maes, watching the visibly nervous man continue to fret and primp like a schoolgirl over the mirror in the morning. The older man turned to face Roy, holding his hands out and grinning sheepishly, fear and anxiety clearly written in his eyes even though he tried to force a smile. \"How do I look?\"
And Roy wanted to say that he looked handsome and desirable and he wanted to say that this was all a mistake and that he shouldn\'t marry that woman, that the bitch had nothing on what Roy had put into Hughes and had no right to sweep in and take the man as if he had been single. But he swallowed and his heartfelt confession choked in his throat, so all he murmured was \"You look good, Maes. You really do.\" And with that he gave a little tug on the pristine white of Hughes\' shirt collar, trailing a plain gloved hand over the black of his tie and smoothing it down, even though all he wanted to do was grab it and drag Hughes\' lips down to his and remind the man of what seemed like countless years of involvement and understanding and something like love.
Maes just grinned and pushed that damned bang of his to the side again, giving a little frown of frustration at its\' lack of compliance, and Roy just gave a tight little smile and smacked his hand away lightly, murmuring \"It looks fine, Hughes. Leave it be before you mess up the rest of the coif.\" Hughes just grinned and shrugged, pacing his little broom closet of a room, seeming to brood and contemplate for a long moment before snapping about, drawing in a breath with a gasp.
\"You have the-\"
\"Yes, I have it.\" Roy waved a hand, already knowing that Hughes was going to ask about the wedding band that Roy had tucked in his inner breast pocket as the golden band burned a little hole against his heart, eating at him like acid as Roy pulled out his pocket watch and flicked it open, frowning and looking back up at Maes. He wanted to lie, wanted to make the man miss his own wedding, but his common sense and his utter adoration of Hughes forbade it. \"We\'re going to miss your wedding if we aren\'t at the alter in a minute, Maes.\" The man seemed to jump as Roy strode towards him, the two of them stopping in the door, trying to exit at the same time. Maes was trying to get to the happiest moment of his life as quickly as possible, while Roy just wanted to hurry up and die.
With one last, \"Are you sure I\'m looking okay?\" and Hughes hand on his shoulder; Roy had to bite back the urge to scream again, so close to the man. He could smell the faint hint of the spicy aftershave Hughes had always used when he bothered to shave, and the faint whiff of something that made his breath smell good and made his lips seem so kissable. He wanted to lean up and take what had been his until now, but he just couldn\'t make himself do it, because he knew now that he would have to always be just the best friend.
So with another obligatory smooth down and a chiding \"You\'re fine\", they proceeded towards the alter, Hughes standing towards the front and near the podium, shifting and squirming like an oversized child waiting for a promised event to happen, while Roy stood to the side like a deer in the headlights. And then the wedding march started, although Roy knew that the piece had been meant for a funeral as a white shrouded angel appeared at the doorway, accompanied by her father as they proceeded down the aisle towards their future husband, and their future son-in-law, respectively.
And the preacher went through the motions, declaring the beauty of the union he was performing, and it was all Roy could do not to object when the man had asked for any last objections. He could just give Hughes a little smile as he produced the golden band and handed it to the man, watching him slide it onto Gracia\'s finger with a loving \'I do\'.
And all he could do was stand there and smile as Maes leaned close and pressed his mouth to hers when he was given permission, feeling almost frozen and like a little piece of him was dying as his lover and the man\'s new bride made their way down the aisle, followed by the rest of the lovely wedding invitees; the blind idiots that were so happy for this union from hell.
He just drank and drowned himself in memories among the rest of the smiling faces at the reception, murmuring out lies and excuses as he remembered when Hughes last kissed him; when he remembered being more than second best.
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