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New Year's Resolutions	By : Saranwyn Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male > Roy/Ed Views: 1478 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Okay, I’m out of here,” Roy announced, standing up. Riza was the only one left in the office. It was a Saturday, after all. It had been three days since Edward had left Central, and finally the colonel was getting a sense of harmony back into his life. Of course, he was still sexually frustrated as he had yet to take Riza’s advice and get laid, but at least he didn’t have to worry about the Fullmetal Alchemist sauntering into his room in those too-tight pants with that tough-guy, angsty look on his face and enticing him to jump his skinny, little behind.
“Shall I drive you, sir?” Riza volunteered. The colonel hesitated at the door.
“Sure, Hawkeye. Why don’t you come drinking with me. I could use a little company.” Perhaps a little too quickly, she was on her feet and straightening up her desk.
“Give me just a moment, sir.” She stacked her papers neatly, shut them in her desk, and walked off. “Let’s go.” Maybe he’ll tell me what’s bothering him, she thought as they left the building. She drove them to Madame Christmas’s – Mustang got discounts on his drinks there – and chose a table, instead of sitting at the bar. She wanted privacy, just in case he wanted to talk out whatever was on his mind.
“It’s been ages since we’ve done this.”
“This?” She didn’t think she’d ever gone drinking with just the colonel, before.
“Spent time together outside of work, I mean. In fact, the last time must have been training, before Ishval.” She blinked. He was right. Despite the copious amounts of time they spent in each other’s company, they hadn’t actually been together outside of work in years. Well, it’s my fault for following him into the military, but would I have been able to see him at all, if I hadn’t? she mused.
“Oh. Hi, Colonel. Lieutenant. What can I get for you two? Beer? Whiskey? Scotch? A room?” a young woman asked, grinning. She was pretty with short, medium-brown hair that was pulled back into a ponytail. Mustang shot her a disapproving glance at the last suggestion.
“Scotch for me, Dahlia,” he replied.
“I’ll have whiskey,” Hawkeye added. The waitress nodded and walked off to get their drinks. Mustang sighed and leaned back in the booth. Riza found herself wondering what to say. They had nothing other than work to talk about. “So…” she muttered.
“Sorry if this is awkward for you. I didn’t feel like being alone.”
“I don’t mind. It’s not awkward,” she assured him. “You work too hard, so you deserve to relax every once in a while.” Dahlia brought their drinks, winked at Mustang, and sauntered off, her hips swinging seductively. The colonel didn’t even cast her a second glance. Instead, he settled on reminiscing the past with his lieutenant.
Two hours and three drinks later, Riza realized she getting dangerously tipsy. Unlike Mustang, who was a quiet drunk, Riza tended to gain confidence to say things she normally wouldn’t. In her current situation, she could imagine saying some things that she had promised never to say. She downed another drink as a wave of self-pity washed through her.
“Slow down there, Lieutenant. We’ve got time,” Mustang chuckled lightly. Riza sighed and let a waitress bring her another drink. “You okay, Hawkeye?”
“Hawkeye…” she scoffed lightly. “Lieutenant…is that all I am to you?” The colonel now lifted a brow. Oh, no, Riza thought. I shouldn’t be saying this. But she couldn’t stop herself. “I mean is there anything other than duty…that binds us together?”
“Wh-what are you talking about? You’re my most trusted subordinate. The one that always has my back…”
“Is that it?”
“What else…?”
“Colonel, I followed you into the military…promised to always support you…everything I’ve done…I did it all because I…” she squeezed her eyes shut. “I’m in love with you.” She waited for the scorn, the rejection, the disappointment. Instead, a large, warm hand laid over hers. Her eyes opened and she found herself staring into the very sympathetic face of her commanding officer.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “But we can’t…if we did…if we were found out…” he reasoned.
“But I need to know…what you feel for me,” she urged. Now that she’d come this far, she might as well go all the way. “I mean, decisions aside. In an ideal world, if we could be together…would you…would you want me?”
“Any man would be lucky to have you, Riza.” She jolted at his use of her first name. “I love you…and you’re one of the most important people to me, but…” Riza’s heart sank. “I’ve never thought of you that way. I never wanted you to join the military because it was so dangerous, but I didn’t protest because it was your choice and I…I needed someone I could trust. So I promised to protect you, no matter what. But it seems like this time, I’m the one hurting you. Sorry.” She sighed, hanging her head.
“Well, I figured…it might be something like that,” she admitted. “I suppose it’s actually better this way.”
“I don’t want you to be in pain,” Mustang murmured.
“It’s fine. Is there someone that you…love?” the word caught in her throat before she forced it out. The colonel gave her a small, worried smile.
“Yeah. It’s no one I can ever get close to. I’m actually trying not to think about it, right now.” She nodded sympathetically.
“So there’s no way that we could ever…I mean, the two of us…it would never…” Roy sighed, glancing out the window.
“Want to try it once?”
“Wh-what?” she croaked. Maybe doing this with Riza…maybe it will help us both, the colonel thought.
“It would be a one-time deal. That’s all. Just to get it out of the way. To lose the tension. God knows I need something and you…well, if I could ever fall for someone else…it would be you, Riza.” She gnawed her lip apprehensively.
“It’s a dangerous move,” she muttered, forcing herself to be the voice of reason. “I mean, if anyone finds out, if we do that…”
“There are precautions for that.” He reached up and took a strand of her hair between his fingers. Not as soft as Fullmetal’s, he thought ruefully. Still, it’s almost the same color gold. Almost. “Isn’t it better at least to do it once than to live our lives in regret?”
“Y-yeah…yes. Let’s…just once.”
“Come to my place in an hour – make sure no one sees you.” He stood up, taking off his jacket. “This can be your excuse.” He tossed it to her and walked off. She stared down at the jacket in her lap. Then, slowly, she brought it up to her face. It was warm and smelled like him. She really hoped she was doing the right thing.
An hour later, she was on Mustang’s doorstep, about to knock, his jacket folded neatly and slung over her arm. She hesitated, her knuckles poised. Then she rapped three times. The sharp knocking sounded all too loud in the stillness of the night. A minute later, the door opened to reveal Mustang in just his white button-up shirt and military uniform pants. He smiled and stood aside to let her in.
“You left your jacket,” she informed him, handing it to him.
“Thanks for bringing it by,” he replied. Neither of them made a move to get any closer to each other. Maybe I should just leave, she thought. Maybe it was a bad idea from the start. Just as she was about to act on that, he reached out and cupped her cheek. She swallowed heavily, allowing herself to be guided a step closer to him. “May I?” he whispered in an almost gentlemanly way. She nodded and he leaned in to press his lips to hers softly yet firmly. Her eyes fluttered shut. How long she had wanted this. How many years she’d dreamt about him kissing her the way he was now. Well, in her dreams, it usually progressed to more than just chaste kisses, but this was always the start. He drew away a mere centimeter. “Shall we go to my room?” he asked in a whisper. She licked her lips nervously.
“Yes.” He took her hand and guided her to his bedroom. She looked around, hardly able to comprehend what was about to happen. He kissed her, again, this time parting his lips to lick up and down her lower lip. She responded in kind, opening her mouth to welcome him inside. By the time their tongues touched, they were pressed together heatedly. His hands were on her waist, pulling her tight against him while her arms draped over his shoulders. She felt his fingers slide up her spine and neck to undo her hair, shaking it free. His mouth tasted wonderful, and oh, she’d been wanting it for so long. They parted again, panting for breath, and now she took some initiative of her own, starting to unbutton his shirt. Her nimble fingers made quick work of the buttons, exposing his broad chest. She pushed the fabric off his shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. Her eyes were riveted to his chest as her hands began to explore.
“Mmm…Riza,” he murmured appreciatively. “May I…?” he reached out to pull softly on the edge of her jacket. She allowed him to remove it and then pull up her shirt, discarding it, as well. He slid his hands over her stomach and back, exploring lightly. Then he ducked his head, his lips and tongue working along her neck, shoulders, and chest, paying special attention to the few scars that interrupted the smooth skin. She shivered, threading her fingers into his hair, as his teeth caught the strap of her bra and tugged it down her shoulder. Damn, he’s so good at this, she thought. No wonder he’s known as the playboy of Central. “Shall I make love to you?” he whispered against her neck, nipping softly.
“Please,” she murmured. “Oh, Mus-”
“Call me Roy, tonight.” Her heart fluttered as she obliged.
“Roy.” He guided her gently to the bed and sat her down on the edge. A small smile graced his features as he gazed warmly down at her.
“This is your first time, right?” She blushed slightly but nodded. There had been opportunities for her, but she’d always felt like she’d have been betraying her commanding officer, if she had, so she’d always turned them down. Now, she was glad for it. She had always wanted Roy to be her first – maybe her only – man. “It will be mind-blowing,” he promised. “Everything you hoped for, and more.” She let him guide her until she was sitting in the middle of the mattress with him on his knees between her legs. He leaned in and kissed her again, distracting her as he divested her the rest of the way. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed into her mouth. She was already horribly aroused, aching with need from his light teasing, but he seemed in no rush as he now began to fondle and toy with her breasts.
“Ah!” she gasped as his mouth ducked down to enclose one, pert nipple. He pushed her legs further apart and moved closer. She didn’t notice him rubbing his own manhood with his free hand to bring it to a state of arousal as he released her breast from his lips and kissed her mouth, again. The both moaned as he pushed into her and proceeded to make long, slow, passionate love to her…
Afterwards, she lay on her side, her cheek pillowed against his chest. One of his arms was wrapped around her waist, holding her heat against his. His eyes were closed, but she could tell he wasn’t sleeping. I wonder if he’s regretting it? Or maybe he’s just imagining what it would’ve been like to do that with the person he really likes.
“What’s she like?” she asked.
“Hm?” he grunted in response.
“The woman you are in love with – what’s she like?” He sighed and looked away. “Who is she?” He swallowed and turned to face her, opening his eyes. He looked extremely vulnerable, almost frightened.
“It’s a he,” he informed her, his voice barely audible. Her lips parted in a gasp, and she was about to freak out when she realized that he looked frightened because he was scared of what reaction she might have.
“Y-you’re gay?” she asked.
“Bisexual, I think. I mean, I’ve always enjoyed sex with women, so…I assume I’m either bisexual or I’m straight and he’s some kind of freakish exception.” She consciously moved closer to him. He’d done this for her, the least she could do in return was be supportive.
“Did you dislike it…with me?”
“It was as good as sex with women comes,” he assured her. Then, realizing how cold it came off, he amended his statement. “And then some, because I did it out of a genuine caring for you. It was…I mean it was more meaningful than just a mindless screw, it’s just…”
“It’s not the same as doing it with the person you love,” she supplied.
“I suppose. I guess I wouldn’t really know. I’ve never done it with him.” I don’t think, he added, recalling that he still didn’t know what happened the night of the Fuhrer’s party.
“Who is he?” Roy bit his lip. “I won’t be mad or disgusted. I promise.” He exhaled deeply in defeat.
“Fullmetal,” he mumbled. Again, Riza was completely floored. Did he just say…Fullmetal? As in Edward Elric?! “Don’t start telling me the problems. I’m not going to pursue him – ever.” She exhaled deeply. This is…wow. He…no way. Mustang?
“I wasn’t going to tell you. I was going to…feel bad for you,” she assured him, not completely sure that she actually meant it. She didn’t want him to suffer, but still…Edward Elric?! “I’m sorry. And thank you…for tonight.”
“My pleasure. Go to sleep.” She obliged, drifting into slumber. Mustang glanced down at her face and then sighed. Ultimately, he was glad he had chosen to do this with Riza. He owed it to her, and it wasn’t like he hated it. He kissed his lieutenant’s forehead and allowed himself to fall asleep.
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