The Heart of the Mustang

Disclaimer: I don’t own FullMetal Alchemist (anime or manga), their world or any of the characters there within. I just like to imagine them in my own little world (which is totally of my imagining). No profits are made from this story, just gratuitous pleasure.

Summary: Edward is back from beyond the gate, but something is driving him and he can’t seem to settle down, no matter how hard Al and Winry try. Ed has secrets he can’t tell anyone. Sequel to At Fifteen.

Rating: NC-17

Warning Codes: angst, m/m, anal, oral, language, some minor violence, h/c, waff, yaoi, wip,

Pairings: RoyxEd

Author’s note: This story is set several years after Ed returns thru the gate. Al and Winry want him to come home, find a nice girl and settle down, but Ed has other plans. But he can’t seem to tell Al and Winry the truth of his situation. And something is driving him and he can’t confide in Roy about that, either. Ed is just full of secrets.

Feedback is appreciated. Your feedback is your gift to me. My gift to you is the story. I hope that you have enjoy reading it. Any comments left are welcome.
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My thanks to Amethyst-eyed Koneko , Exotic Rose83, Truly Wished and yaoigurl06 for the wonderful feedback. It all made me feel very good about my story. I hope that the last chapter is as well received.

To Truly Wished, of course I didn’t. Not everyone agrees with everyone else. If they did it would be a very boring world. That is why authors like reviews. To see if people like what they write, or to see if things could have been expressed better another way, or just to see if they could have been expressed another way period. As I said, your feedback is appreciated, and if it wasn’t, I would have clearly said I didn’t want any, so again, my thanks to you for taking the time to write to me. And I appreciate the fact that you have kept reading, even if Roy does act like a jerk on occasion. I guess that’s just how I perceive him in his quest to become Furor, and so I let it bleed over into his everyday life.

To Koneko, I was wondering if anyone would catch that. I was trying to see if I could pull a fast one.
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The Heart of the Mustang

Part IV

Roy and Ed slowly walked back to the hotel, Ed snuggled under his protective arm, the dark velvet of the night enveloping them and closing out the rest of the world. Roy smiled down at him. This was the most affectionate Edward had ever been. He seemed to feel at ease now, not tense and inclined to flee as he had done so often in the past. Maybe now he would stay at home longer, not run away with any warning.

When he came home, Roy never knew when Edward would flee again, driven by his need to search for the answers he seemed to need. Roy never knew when he walked in the door if Ed would be there or not. Usually he would only stay for three or four days at the most, then he might be gone for several weeks at a time.

“You look happy, love,” said Roy.

“I am. I finally got them to listen,” said Ed. “Because of you. You being there made them sit and listen to me. This is the first time I felt like I could really say what I wanted to. You are awesome, Roy Mustang. I am glad that you are mine.”

“Really, love? I think that’s the first time anybody has ever been able to say that about me,” Roy commented with a smile.

“You are mine, aren’t you?” asked Ed, stopping, suddenly unsure.

Roy took his left hand and held it up before his face, the light of the rising moon glinting off of his ring.

“I have never given anyone anything like this, ever. You are special to me, love.” Then Roy closed his arms around Ed’s shoulders and pulled him to his chest, his sonorous voice rumbling in Ed’s ear. “I love you very much, Edward Elric.”

Ed's arms tightened around Roy and he lifted his face, his lips seeking Roy’s and the two confirmed their love with a simple kiss.

“Come on, love, let’s go. We have a warm bed and a cold bottle of champagne waiting and you are really turning me on right now,” murmured Roy softly.

Ed laughed and broke away and they hurried back to their hotel to celebrate their wedding night.

And, as promised, Roy showed Ed the strength and stamina of the Mustang, making passionate love to him through out the long hours of the night, and Ed responded with a passion and fire that left the Mustang in no doubt that he had finally met his match. Their passion peaked and rose again many times before the pale light of dawn claimed them for some much needed sleep.

~*~

“Edward, love, it’s 11:00. Are you going to get up and shower?” Roy asked, as he rose from the shambles of their marriage bed.

“Roy, I don’t think I can walk. I think you’ve ruined me,” Ed moaned.

“Nonsense, love,” said Roy, hauling him from the bed and carrying him towards the bathroom. “A little hot water will loosen you up some. You want me to come in with you and hold you up?”

“No. You’ll try to take advantage of me again,” Ed moaned. “I hurt.”

“I’m sorry, love,” said Roy, sympathetically, “but I understand that brides usually are a little sore after their wedding night.”

Ed screamed and hit Roy, squirmed out of his arms, dashing into the bathroom and locking the door, while Roy just laughed. It took Roy quite a bit of coaxing and apologizing to get Ed to open the door and let him in, but finally Ed relented when Roy promised to rub his shoulders and back for him.

“You are so mean, Roy Mustang. Don’t think that just because you have a ring on my hand you can take me for granted,” Ed pouted.

“Edward, my love, I would never take you for granted. And all the ring is for is to remind you to come home more often. It’s not intended to be a leash,” said Roy, his hands caressing Ed's neck and back, kisses following the gentle touch.

“I know, but I don’t get to tease you very often,” laughed Ed. “And if you don’t stop what you’re doing, we’re not going to make it to lunch on time.”

“We have a half hour and I can be quick, if I need to,” said Roy, his kisses getting more insistent and his hands sliding around to Ed’s chest, then down his stomach. “Let’s get in the shower, love.”

Ed almost melted against him as he let his desire overtake him. They didn’t get a lot of washing done, but the sex was awesome, and Ed was crawling back into their bed as Roy emerged from the bathroom.

“No, love, you need to get dressed,” said Roy, pulling him back out of the bed. “We need to go down soon. They’ll be waiting.”

“Tell them I died. I will die, if it helps. I can’t walk that far, you’re ruining me. I just want to sleep,” Ed moaned, going limp in Roy’s arms.

“No, Ed. You can sleep after lunch, I promise,” said Roy, pulling a shirt over Ed's head, then starting on his pants.

“Oh, give them to me, I can do it,” said Ed, grabbing his pants from Roy’s hands and pulling them on himself. “Where are my shoes? Have you seen them?”

Finally, dressed and ready to go, Roy and Ed made it to the lobby with almost five minutes to spare. Ed sat gingerly on one of the cushy lobby chairs, still wondering to himself how in the world Roy Mustang had the energy to keep going the way he did. After all, he was much older then Ed. The man was just insatiable. It really wasn’t fair. Maybe he should think about running away again soon. He wasn’t sure if he could take very many nights like the last one. Usually, Roy was contented with making love for a reasonable amount of time, then allowing Ed to sleep for most of the night. After last night’s ‘all-nighter’, he was exhausted and sore. Roy, on the other hand, looked as if he had energy to spare. No, it just wasn’t fair at all.

Ed was pulled out of his thoughts by the arrival of Al and Winry, and he gratefully took Roy’s hand when he offered to help him up.

Al gave him a quizzical look, but didn’t say anything as they walked slowly to the dining room. Roy had reserved them a table and they were soon seated, but as it was a buffet, Ed was faced with the prospect of walking up to get his food. Roy looked at his grim face and smiled slightly.

“Edward, would you like me to get you something?” he offered.

“Please,” said Edward, grateful for not having to walk anymore then he had to. “Not to much to start with, though.”

“Of course, love,” said Roy, kissing the top of his head, heading off to find something he thought his touchy lover might like.

Winry was the first to return and she sat next to Ed, biting her bottom lip as if debating silently with herself on weather or not to say something to him. The need to say it won.

“Are you alright, Edward?” she asked, concerned. “You seem a little, well…”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” said Ed, blushing.

“Edward, this, thing, with Roy Mustang,” she started. “Are you really serious about him? I mean, this isn’t something you’re just jumping into, or that he’s pushing you in to, is it? We’re alone now, you can tell me. Is he forcing you to do things you don’t want to do? Is he hurting you? Be honest, Ed. You can tell me anything you need to, you know, now that we’re alone.”

“Winry, there’s nothing else to tell you besides what I’ve told you already, that Roy and I have been together since I was fifteen, and that we’re very happy together. And he didn’t seduce me or rape me, it was consensual,” said Ed, angrily. “I asked him and he said yes. I asked him, not the other way around. And he did what I asked. And I liked it. I liked it so much I kept coming back for more. I know what you’re thinking and I know why you don’t like Roy, but that was war and horrible things happen in war. I’ve done some horrible things in the name of war. But I’m not going to give up the man that I love, not for you, not for anyone else, not for any reason. I love Roy Mustang more then anything in the world. I can’t say it any clearer. And if you must know, the reason I can’t walk today is not because he’s hurting me, or forcing me to do something I don’t want to do, but because we had sex, consensual sex, all night, then we had sex again just before we came down here.”

Ed stopped abruptly as he realized what he was saying and that Al and Roy had returned to the table in time to hear the end of the statement. He blushed again, abruptly looking away from everyone.

“Edward? Was that really necessary?” said Roy softly, sitting a plate down in front of him.

Ed looked down, away, anywhere but at Roy, stubbornly refusing to lift his head, his face flushed an ugly shade of red and his jaw clenched tightly, as he tried to avoid his lover’s eye.

“Edward,” said Roy, sitting next to him, reaching a hand out to take hold of his chin, forcing him to look up.

Still, Ed refused to speak. Al sat down next to the shocked Winry and took her hand, a troubled look on his face. It pained him to see Roy treating his brother like this, but he was wise enough to realize that his interference would not be appreciated, or tolerated by either party, even though Roy was chastising Ed. So, he silently watched as the two strong willed men had their first real conflict of their wills, a silent battle raging between them.

“Roy, it’s my fault,” Winry cried out, unable to stand it anymore. “I, I just was concerned and, maybe, maybe I overstepped my boundaries a bit. I’m sorry. Edward, please, I’m sorry. I should never have said that about Roy. You’re old enough to make your own decisions about who you want to be with, and Al and I shouldn’t interfere.”

“That’s still no excuse for what he said. It was inappropriate and rude. Edward?” said Roy, a more demanding tone to his voice, awaiting an apology.

“I’m sorry,” Ed muttered, admitting defeat and surrendering to the stronger will of Roy Mustang. “I don’t think I’m really hungry any more. I think I’d just like to go back up to our room, if I may.”

“No, Edward, you may not. We’re going to stay here and have lunch with your brother and his wife. And you are going to eat and be civil,” said Roy in a deceptively calm voice, but Ed knew he was being disciplined, and would have to accept it.

“Yes, Roy,” he said in a very subdued voice, once more turning his face down towards the table, refusing to look at any of the other three, hating his humiliation.

He picked at the food Roy brought, and Roy wisely didn’t try to press him to eat more, not wanting to go head to head with him again over something so trivial. Ed only spoke to answer questions that were directed to him, otherwise, he was silent throughout the whole uncomfortable meal.

When lunch was finished and Al and Winry had taken their leave, Roy simply sat at the table, not speaking, waiting. Ed sat looking down at the table, determined not to be the one who broke the silence first. This time, he was not going to lose.

The minutes stretched on for a painfully long time before Roy finally sighed, shook his head and stood up to leave. He still said nothing, simply waiting for Ed to stand and accompany him. Silently, they went back up to their now cleaned up room and Ed went straight over to the bed, laying down with his face turned into the pillow, his back to Roy.

Roy sat at the table next to the window, looking out at the peaceful countryside. He knew Ed wasn’t sleeping as he seemed to be pretending that he was, but was determined to make the younger man speak first, the battle of wills continuing on in silence. Almost an hour passed before Ed spoke to him.

“Are you mad at me?” he asked, his voice muffled by the pillows.

“Not mad, no, just a little annoyed. Your comments were a little inappropriate. Our sex life is no one else’s business,” said Roy calmly. “I know they push your buttons, Edward, but you can’t let them anger you like that.”

“I’m sorry, Roy, but she was just going on about you, and our relationship, wanting to know if this was something that you had pushed me into, if you were forcing me or hurting me, as if I had no control of what was going on, as if you had taken advantage of me, as if I was a little kid. I guess I just snapped.” Ed turned to look at Roy. “I can’t stand them saying anything against you. I went to you of my own free will, and I’ve stayed with you because I love you. Why can’t they understand this and just accept it?”

“Edward, love, you’ve given them a lot to think about, along with a very big shock,” said Roy, walking over to the bed. “You need to give them time to adjust to the facts, first, that you walked in and announced that you’re gay, and second, that you told them you are in relationship with me, the last person they would ever expect you to be with and third, that you have been for quite a long while. They are just concerned for you.”

“I know, but still, why can’t they just accept it and let me be?” asked Ed, plaintively.

“We’ll be going home tomorrow, then you won’t have to worry about it any more. Nobody will force you to come back here. Nobody will ever force you to do anything you don’t want to. Not even me. Just let it go, Edward,” said Roy sitting next to him and running his hand through Ed's long, blond hair. “Why don’t you sleep for a while? I’m going to go out and get some air.”

“Roy?” Ed looked up at him.

“Yes, love?” he answered.

“I love you, Roy,” Ed said simply.

“And I love you, too, Edward, very much,” Roy answered, kissing him on the forehead. “Now, rest for awhile. I’ll be back in an hour or so.”

Ed rolled over and closed his eyes. This had been their first fight, the first time he had gone up against Roy’s will head to head with his own, and it had left him feeling tired. But at least Roy wasn’t mad at him and that was all that really mattered, in the long run. With a sigh, he went to sleep.

~*~

Roy walked around the small town for about an hour, trying to decide what he wanted to do. Part of him wanted to go and confront Alphonse and Winry, and talk to them about Ed, but he knew that, in the long run, it was best to let Ed work it out for himself. As much as he wanted to protect his beloved, he knew Ed was a big boy and really could look after himself. It would do nothing for Ed for him to fight this battle in his stead. Ed had to do it for himself.

But he just felt so protective of his lover, and didn’t want anyone to hurt him anymore then he had already been hurt. There had been so much pain in Ed's life, and he wanted to spare him any more pain, if he possibly could. But he realized the best thing he could do for Edward was just to be there for him, and so with that decided, he turned back towards their hotel.

He headed back, anxious to see if Ed was awake. Since he never really knew how much time he’d have with him before disappeared again, Roy wanted to spend as much time as he possibly could with his flighty little lover. Perhaps he’d be able to wake Ed up. That could prove interesting, although Ed was still complaining of being sore from the previous night’s excess.

~*~

When Roy walked back into their room, however, Ed was up and sitting at the table, tea and sandwiches waiting.

“Hi. I thought you might like a little snack after your walk,” he offered, shyly.

“Well, I was hoping to snack on you, but I guess I’ll make do with this. Thank you,” said Roy, accepting the teacup. “How are you feeling? Better, after your nap?”

“Better, yes, thanks. I was thinking, I’d like to go see my mother, since I’m here. It’s been a long time. Would you mind?” Ed asked.

“Of course not, love. Do you want me to come with you, or would you prefer to be alone?” Roy inquired.

“Please, if you’d come with me. And then I’d like to stop and see Al and Winry before we leave. I guess I was just a little rude,” Ed admitted. “You’re right, I guess they do need some time to adjust to everything I dumped on them this weekend. It was all a bit shocking for them, I’d imagine.”

“Whatever you want to do, love, I’ll be happy to do it with you,” said Roy. “When would you like to go?”

“Any time. I’ve had enough. How about you?” Ed asked, standing up .

“Except for this,” Roy answered and pulled Ed over into his lap. “I want an apology for your being so snippy with me earlier.”

“I’m sorry,” said Ed, contritely, then surrendered himself to Roy’s warm, demanding mouth.

After a several minutes of kissing, Ed turned to straddle Roy’s legs, rubbing against him hard, moaning into his mouth and writhing under his hands, both becoming thoroughly aroused.

Before Roy realized it, he had Ed on the bed and they were kissing and groping at each other frantically, like a couple of hormonally overloaded teenagers. Ed had Roy’s shirt open, hands on his bare back, pulling him down against himself, and Roy responded readily, letting Ed complete his arousal.

Roy had one hand tangled in Ed’s long blond hair, the other was down his pants and his mouth was responding to Ed’s demands for hard, deep kisses. He had Ed's pants off and his own open and was guiding himself into Ed's flushed and waiting body, when a moment of sanity took over.

“Edward, you’re already sore, and you’re not really ready. This really isn’t a good idea,” Roy rasped. “I can still stop, love.”

“No, no,” Ed moaned pulling hard at his hips, “fuck me, fuck me hard. I really want it. Please.”

And Roy, against his better judgment, gave in to the insanity of the situation, gave into Ed's demand, plunging his massive organ into the already used and abused flesh, closing his eyes momentarily to the pain that flashed across Ed’s face. Then he was thrusting into the writhing body under him. At one point, he tried to ease up, but Ed refused to let him.

“No, don’t stop. Harder, please, harder,” Ed begged, thrusting his hips up at Roy. “Fuck me harder.”

And when Roy still hesitated, Ed sank his teeth into Roy’s flesh, biting him savagely on the shoulder. Searing pain shot up to Roy’s brain, as blood ran into Ed's mouth, and Roy slammed into him several times, savagely. Ed felt a white hot pain run up through his gut, but he only buried his head against Roy’s neck so he wouldn’t see the pain in his golden eyes. Then Roy delivered his hot seed into Ed's ravaged body and collapsed against him. Ed could feel the wetness seeping down his ass, and was quite sure it wasn’t all come.

Roy pushed himself away from Ed, pulling out of his abused body. Ed whimpered, closing his eyes against the tears. When Roy rolled off of him, he saw blood on Ed's face and chest from the bite on his shoulder, then he saw the blood pooling under Ed's body.

“Dammit, Edward, you’re bleeding,” Roy snapped. “Why didn’t you stop me if I was hurting you?”

“I didn’t want you to stop,” Ed mumbled.

“Why not? I didn’t want to hurt you,” said Roy. “I’m not an animal.”

“I wanted you to hurt me,” Ed confessed.

“Edward, love, why?” asked Roy, anguish in his voice.

“Because of the way I’ve been acting. I deserved it,” replied Ed.

“Edward, no, you never deserve to be hurt. Especially when we’re making love. You’ve been acting a little spoiled, but they haven’t made it very easy for you. It’s not your fault, love,” said Roy, pulling Ed into his arms, cradling him to his chest. “It’s been a tough weekend for all of us, and you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself, love. Please, stop it, alright? You don’t deserve to be punished like this. You’ve been hurt enough without me hurting you more. You never deserve to be hurt. I shouldn’t hurt you when I make love to you. That’s not what our love is about. Please, don’t do this again, alright?”

“Alright,” he mumbled against Roy’s chest.

“Let’s get you into the bathroom and get you cleaned up. Come on, love, let me help you,” said Roy tenderly.

“Roy?” said Ed, in a whisper.

“What, love?” Roy responded.

“I love you,” Ed whispered.

“Edward, I love you, too,” said Roy. “I keep telling you this. I’ve been telling you this for years. Please, love, let me take care of you.”

“Alright,” said Ed, giving himself into Roy’s gentle care.

Roy carefully cleaned Ed up, trying to take care not to inflict any more pain on his ravaged anal area. Roy could only shake his head at the damage his lover had let him inflict on his body, but in Ed's mixed up thinking, it seemed, it was only what he deserved. It made no sense to Roy, but he could only try to help his lover solve his crisis in the easiest possible way. And that was to stand by him. Ed's usual method of dealing with undesirable situations was to flee, but here he’d not had that option and so opted to deal with the pain by having a greater pain inflicted on himself, as if that could erase the initial hurt. It never worked, it only layered on more pain. Roy carried him back to the bed, then returned to the bathroom to tend to the bite on his shoulder. Ed had gotten just a little rough in his perceived need for punishment. Roy walked back to the bed and sat down next to Ed.

“Love, do you want to sleep?” he asked Ed.

“No, I really do want to visit with my mother,” Ed replied, pulling the blanket up over his naked body.

“Are you sure you’re up to it? It’s a bit of a walk and you aren’t in the best of shape for walking right now,” said Roy, bluntly.

“I need to do this,” Ed replied simply.

“Alright, love, what ever you feel you need to do, we’ll do it. Do you want help dressing?” Roy asked.

“Yes, thanks. If you could get my clothes,” Ed replied. “Roy?”

“Yes, love?” Roy responded.

“I’m sorry about your shoulder. That must really hurt,” said Ed, softly.

“Not nearly as much as you are hurting, love,” Roy replied, kissing Ed tenderly as he brought over clean clothes. “Now, let’s get you dressed, shall we?”

~*~

Working together, they got him dressed with a minimal amount of pain and were soon ready to leave. Walking slowly, they left the hotel and headed up the hill to the place where Edward and Alphonse’ mother was buried. It was a warm, sunny day and a slight breeze was blowing. Edward felt peace descending upon him as he walked hand in hand up the hill with Roy. Roy wrapped an arm around his shoulder and Edward snuggled close to his side. No matter want, Roy always seemed to love him, and that thought made him glow inside. He reached his arms around Roy’s waist and smiled when Roy looked down at him.

“Yes, love,” inquired Roy.

“Nothing. I just wanted to be close to you,” replied Ed, then warmly responded to the lips that descended to claim a kiss from his.

When they finally reached her grave, Edward slipped away and went to sit on the grass beside it. Roy waited a short distance away.

As Ed sat in contemplative silence, Al and Winry hurried up, apparently having seen them walking up the hill from their house. Al was just about to speak when Roy halted them, motioning them to stay back, giving Ed privacy.

“Hi, mom,” Ed started, tentatively. “I know it’s been a while, but there’s been a lot going on for me lately, so I haven’t been able to come back. Well, that not entirely true. I haven’t wanted to come back. But I’m here today, and I brought someone with me, a very special someone. Mom, this is a person that I love very much and I want to spend the rest of my life with him.

“Yeah, him. I’m in love with another man, mom. Your oldest son is gay. Kind of a shock, huh? I bet you thought I’d hook up with Winry, didn’t you. Surprise. Anyway, his name is Roy Mustang. We’ve been together since I was 15. He’s a great man, a wonderful person, and he really loves me, mom.

“I haven’t always been the best that I could be to him. I run away from him a lot, saying it’s work, but whenever I come home, he always takes me back, he always tells me he misses me and he tells how much he loves me and how lonely he is when I’m not there with him. But he never scolds me about it, even though he knows I’ll probably do it again.

“He was the one who believed in me when I wanted to become a dog of the military, so that I could pursue the knowledge to return Al and I to our own bodies. And when I went through the gate, after I got Al back, he waited for me, just like he once promised me that he would. He never gave up on me.

“When I finally got back through the gate, he was still waiting. He said he missed me, he loved me, and he wanted me to stay with him, always. I’ve tried. I’ve really tried, but there are still things I want, no, I need to do, questions I need answers for.

“See, mom, what I’ve never told him, was afraid to tell him, to tell anyone, afraid to admit it even to myself, most times, is that we got Al back his body, but I still wasn’t whole. And that ate at me, made me hurt. It was so unfair. After all that time spent in exile, all the pain, all the suffering, to come back and not be a whole person. I still have auto-mail instead of my real limbs, and so I’ve been looking for the way to get them back. I know there has to be a way.

“So, now, everybody knows all of my secrets. I guess all I have left to say is that I want to apologize to Al and Winry for all of my years of avoiding them, to say I’m really sorry for the way I’ve been acting this weekend and to say that I really don’t have any excuse. I hope that they can forgive me, but if they can’t, well, that’s alright, too.

“But mostly, I want to tell Roy how sorry I am for every time that I’ve run away from him and how much I love him for all of the times he’s taken me back with no recriminations or questions. And I want to tell him that I’m very sorry for how childish I’ve been at times this weekend. He’s been more then patient with me. Anyone else probably would have strangled me and left me in a closet for the maid to find. That’s why I say that he’s so wonderful.

“He deserves so much better then me. There a lot of people who’d gladly give anything be in my place, next to him, in his arms and in his heart, but I’m so glad that it’s me that he’s chosen, and I don’t think I can ever make up to him everything I should, but I want to try, because I love him so much. He makes my world feel right for me.

“So, mom, I guess that’s all. I don’t know when, or if I’ll be back, but I always miss you and I love you. Good-bye, mother.” Ed sat silently, head down and Roy walked up to kneel down behind him, putting his arms around his flighty lover, kissing the back of his neck.

“That was nice, and I’m glad to know how you really feel. I hope this helps you, love,” whispered Roy, hugging him tightly.

“Roy,” said Ed affectionately. “Yes, this does help. Thank you, for everything. Let’s go home now, alright?”

“Soon, love,” Roy replied. “Right now, I think there are some more people who want a little of your time.”

“I know. I hope this helps them understand and I promise to try to act like an adult,” said Ed, very softly.

“Not too adult, Edward,” said Roy. “I rather like you just the way you are.”

“Thanks, Roy,” said Ed, with a warm little smile for his lover, as Roy help him to stand.

Ed turned towards Alphonse and Winry.

“Brother?” said Al.

“Yes, Al,” Ed answered, a tired smile on his face for his brother.

“Brother, I’m so sorry to see you go and I hope that you will come back to visit, you and Roy. I do understand, now. I love you, and I’ll miss you, Edward,” said Alphonse, hugging his brother, then taking Winry’s hand, walking away, a new understanding and acceptance in his heart.

Roy and Ed were left alone with each other, and Roy wrapped his arms around his lover once more as they walked away from Trisha Elric’s grave.

At the bottom of the hill they stopped and Ed pressed up hard against Roy and opened his mouth for a passionate kiss. Roy’s hands slid down to Ed's tight ass, pulling him hard against himself and Ed could feel Roy’s arousal answering his own.

“Let’s go for a little walk love,” said Roy. “Maybe there is someplace private we can go. We can…” an evil little chuckle followed.

Ed simply took his hand and led him to a little hollow near by, secluded from the view of people, but open to the bright sunlight of the day. Roy laid him back on the grass and began to kiss him lightly, lips running over his face and down his neck, while gentle hands slid up under his shirt. Ed lay in the lush grass, eyes closed and making small noises of pleasure with each caress. Then the sensuous lips found their way down to his stomach, while impatient hands opened his pants.

The demanding mouth started to trail kisses down to his now thoroughly aroused cock and the warm tongue played trills up and down it, making Ed cry out in his need. As the warm mouth enveloped his straining flesh, Ed’s hands entangled themselves the thick, dark hair of the head that was nestled between his thighs.

His hips arched up to meet every stroke of the hand and motion of the mouth that was consuming him, and, all too soon it seemed, his passion peaked and he orgasmed with a scream, his come filling Roy’s mouth. Roy sucked hard until the last drop of his seed was swallowed, then he released Ed's flaccid cock, moving up to capture his mouth for a long, deep kiss that was redolent of Ed’s own essence.

The taste of himself in Roy’s mouth left Ed feeling the need for something more. His hands moved down Roy’s firm body to slip into his pants where Roy’s cock was straining for release. Pushing Roy to his back, Ed released the impatient Mustang, then started to remove his pants in preparation to mount his lover. But Roy stopped him abruptly.

“No, Edward,” he simply said, closing his eyes.

“But I want to,” said Ed, plaintively.

“No,” Roy repeated.

“I don’t want to leave you like this. I can do it. It’s alright,” he protested.

“No. No penetration for you. You’ve been hurt too much and you need to heal, and that can’t happen if I take you again,” said Roy in a tone that said he would not reconsider.

“But, Roy…,” started Ed, plaintively.

“If you really want to do something for me, do it with this,” said Roy softly, running a finger gently across Ed's lips.

“But I, I’ve never done that before,” said Ed. “I don’t know what to do.”

Roy slid both hands into the hair on either side of Ed's head, gently guiding it, and Ed braced himself against Roy’s hips as he knelt between Roy’s parted thighs, staring down at the waiting erection, wetness from the pre-cum gleaming from the opening of the aroused organ.

“Just do to me what I do to you,” said Roy, with an anticipatory smile. “Open your mouth, Ed.”

Very gently, he guided Ed's head down to his hard cock, and Ed’s tongue reached out to touch the very tip, licking up the moisture that seeped from the slit. Roy growled in his pleasure and encouraged Ed to allow him to slip into his warm mouth.

Ed gagged a little at first before he got the hang of using his tongue and sucking gently at the organ. Slowly Roy got him to accept it deeper in his mouth and at one point Ed almost took it into his throat before his gag reflex took over.

Gently, Roy moved Ed's head with his hands and his hips rocked in gentle thrusts. His sighs and small moans of pleasure let Ed know that what he was doing felt very good to his lover. Then Roy started to encourage him to move faster and suck harder.

“Feels good, love. Suck harder. Almost there,” he panted, feeling himself nearing his climax. “Just a little more, baby. Oh, that’s so good. Suck harder, Edward. I’m ready to come, love.”

And with hands tangled tightly in the long blond hair, Roy thrust into the captive mouth, pushing the tip of his cock almost into Ed's throat, coming with a strangle moan.

“Swallow, baby,” he panted, his body arching, unable to release his hold on Ed's hair. “Swallow, or you’ll choke.”

And Ed swallowed, not being able to escape the vise-like hands entangled in his hair, and hot come trickled from the sides of his mouth and tears ran down his face, his hands digging into Roy’s hips as he tried to push back. As the last spasm passed, Roy’s hands finally freed themselves from his hair and he fell back retching, coughing and choking. Roy collapsed, totally spent.

“God, how can you swallow that?” demanded Ed when he could finally speak. “That’s horrid.”

“Come here, love,” Roy whispered, holding out an open arm. “Kiss me now.”

Ed complied and Roy’s tongue swept through his mouth, collecting the essence of himself in the long kiss.

“Edward, that was wonderful,” said Roy when they finally broke from the kiss. “Thank you, love. That’s the best blow job I’ve ever had.”

“Well, don’t think I’m going to do that again,” Ed retorted.

“What, you won’t suck me off again, love? Even though I like it so much? You’re cold, Edward,” Roy teased.

“Not if I have to swallow that stuff, I won’t. That’s disgusting. I don’t see how you do it,” Ed pouted. “And you seem to like it so much.”

“I like to do it because it’s obvious that it makes you feel so good. And I swallow because it’s not always convenient to spit. But if you don’t like to do it, I won’t force you, love,” said Roy, kissing him again.

“Well, maybe I’ll try it again, if you don’t try to ram that thing down my throat again.” Ed sulked.

“I’m sorry, love. I just got a little carried away because it felt so damned good. Maybe we should go back to the hotel. You can nap before dinner,” Roy suggested, to which Ed heartily agreed.

~*~

Once back at the hotel they stripped and crawled into bed, Ed clinging tightly to his lover as if realizing what he had and not wanting to lose it. Roy closed his arms around his flighty little lover and they slept soundly until dinner.

After a light dinner, they returned to the room, showered and went back to bed, cuddling close to each other for the rest of the night for what was most likely one of the very few nights that they didn’t indulge in any sex. Roy was content to hold the naked body of his lover in his arms and slept peacefully in the knowledge that Ed was finally done with hiding his secrets from the world. Tomorrow would be soon enough to talk about his quest and what it meant to Roy.

~*~

Roy awoke the next morning to the feel of a warm, wet mouth giving him the most exquisite kiss. Ed's tongue was swirling it’s way around his very hard cock and his warm breath was about to drive Roy crazy. Then Ed's mouth closed over the hard shaft and let it slide deep into his relaxed throat. Roy gave a moaning sigh and laced his fingers behind his head, not wanting to repeat yesterdays performance, preferring to allow Ed to proceed at his own pace in this wonderful little wake up surprise. Roy let his hips roll slightly and he sighed deeply at each suck and swirl of the tongue. Ed’s head moved up and down faster and Roy marveled at how much of himself Ed was able and willing to take into his mouth. At one point Roy could have sworn that Ed had deep throated him completely and he could feel the heat building. Knowing he was going to come soon, he needed to warn Ed so he would be prepared.

“Edward, baby,” he panted. “I’m going to come, love.”

As the first pulse of orgasm shot through him, one of his hands slid into the silky blond hair, not to hold it, just letting it run through his fingers, like water. Ed pushed his head down, taking the shaft into his throat for a moment, the first shot of come pouring down his open throat, then he pulled away, unable to take any more, and the rest of Roy’s seed pulsed out on to his stomach.

As Ed finally controlled his gag reflex and his retching, Roy let his hands reach up to pull the young man into his arms. Ed gratefully cuddled close while Roy’s hand went down to quickly bring him to his own release with a firm and practiced stroke. A long, deep kiss added to the ministrations, bringing Ed to his peak and he added his bodily fluids to those of Roy Mustang’s.

Ed collapsed with a sigh, feeling good about what he had just done for his lover, hoping that Roy had gotten pleasure from it.

“Love, that was just wonderful,” said Roy, between kisses. “Thank you.”

“I wanted to try once more,” Ed confessed, “but when I had a little more control. That wasn’t, well, too bad. Maybe I could get to like doing that for you, if you liked it.”

“Liked it? Baby, I loved it,” said Roy, kissing him again. “You can do that whenever you want, and I’ll try to keep my hands off of you, at least until you tell me different.”

“Alright,” said Ed with a small smile. “Then I’ll keep practicing, since my ass still hurts a lot, and I guess I’m going to be home for a little while, at least.”

“Love, about that,” said Roy shifting into a sitting position and pulling Ed up with him, running a soft hand over his chest, his fingers brushing lightly against where auto-mail joined flesh. “You say you’re searching for a way to get back your natural arm and leg…”

“Yeah,” said Ed. “I want to be able to touch you and feel you with both hands, not just one.”

“But Edward, you do feel with both hands. You have such exquisite control, how can you say you don’t feel with your auto mail?” said Roy, letting his hand caress the auto-mail, stroking it lovingly. “Edward, this is the way that I know you. This is the only way that I’ve ever know you, the way that I’ll always know you, and I don’t want you to change it.

“Edward, this is what makes you my FullMetal. This is the way that I love you, this is the way I want to keep you.”

“You… you love me like this?” said Edward, stunned. “With auto-mail, not flesh? Not a whole person? A side-show freak?”

“Edward, you are a whole person, you are not a freak. You are unique, one of a kind. This is who and what you are now. Didn’t you say you were going to accept that and quit running and hiding?” Roy asked. “Well, then, accept this. This is what makes you my FullMetal Alchemist and I don’t want you any other way. I love you just the way you are. Please, don’t change that.”

Ed looked deep into Roy’s eyes and saw the truth of his words and knew he had finally found the answer he had been seeking. It was in the heart of the Mustang, it had been there the whole time.

He reached out a hesitant hand, and the Mustang bent his proud head down to the caress in mute surrender, and Edward knew that the Mustang was now all his and only his, and no other hand would ever again touch the proud stallion, Roy Mustang.

~*~

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