Best Laid Plans

Title: Best laid Plans
Author: Zalia Chimera
Pairing: Ed/Roy
Summary: One of Roy\'s hallucinations finally turns out to be real
Disclaimer: Don\'t own Fullmetal Alchemist or the characters.

Notes: Takes place post-series.

Hope you enjoy!

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He noticed absently that the cabin was warmer than it should have been and the lamp was burning in the corner, but he was too weary and too cold to pay it too much attention. He half stumbled towards the tiny stove and filled the kettle. A warm drink before blissful blank sleep.

\"I guess this means I outrank you now, huh?\"

Roy froze for a moment and then squeezed his eyes shut, trying to force the sound of the voice from his mind. He tipped some coffee grounds into a chipped mug and waited for the kettle to finish boiling.

\"I hope you\'re going to make enough for me.\"

Roy bit his lip and stopped himself from turning around to face the speaker. There was no sense in indulging these imaginings. They only lead to inevitable disappointment and despair as he realised all over again that it wasn\'t real.

\"Hey!\" The voice was tinted with annoyance now, and he could almost see the way his eyes would be narrowed, his lips drawn back over white teeth. \"I thought you\'d lost an eye, not your hearing.\"

A painful smile crossed Roy\'s lips and finally he replied. \"I\'ve learned not to reply to hallucinations. It only makes them worse.\"

There was a frustrated sigh. \"Oh for the love of...\"

He jumped in shock when a heavy cool hand settled onto his left shoulder and dragged him around to face familiar wide gold eyes and blond hair. He couldn\'t hold back a gasp and his fingers clenched into fists with the effort it took not to wrap arms around him and pull him closer.

\"I\'m here, see,\" the vision of Edward said, and it was so real, far more so than any previous hallucination. But it was still impossible, just his mind playing tricks on him.

\"No,\" he whispered, digging his nails into his palms to ground himself in reality. \"This isn\'t real. I\'m sorry.\" How foolish to be apologising to a dream and how much he wanted to believe it. But he had been degraded enough, being labelled as insane would be one step too far.

The not-Edward rolled his eyes and tugged off his gloves to reveal hands of flesh and automail. \"If I were a dream,\" not-Edward asked, \"could you feel this?\" He lifted both hands to cup Roy\'s cheeks, and he shuddered at the contrast between burning heat and burning cold. After a moment, automail curled around his neck and yanked his head down.

Roy\'s eyes widened as lips were pressed against his own, far too warm and solid to be an illusion and finally, finally he allowed himself to believe. \"Edward,\" he breathed into that mouth and Ed took that opportunity to slip his tongue inside, stroking over teeth and tongue and palate teasingly. He moaned softly and wrapped his arms around Ed\'s waist, pulling him as close as he could with the barrier of clothing and skin.

He had to stifle a whimper when Ed pulled away. Fingers brushed across the eyepatch gently, affectionately. \"I can\'t leave you alone for five minutes, can I?\" Ed asked with amusement in his voice and Roy smiled properly for the first time in what seemed like years.

Ed caught Roy\'s hands in his own and tugged him towards the bed, pulling him down to sit with his head resting against the blond\'s chest. \"I suppose you want to know where I\'ve been.\"

Roy shook his head and entwined his fingers with Ed\'s. \"I don\'t care,\" he replied, and was gratified to hear Ed suck in a breath of surprise. It was reassuring to know he could still shock the younger man. \"You\'re here,\" he continued. \"I thought for so long that you were never coming back. I kept seeing you.\" A hand settled in his hair, stroking it soothingly. \"I just want you closer.\"

Ed chuckled softly. \"I can do that.\" He caught Roy\'s chin between his fingers and pulled his face up for another kiss. Now the pure shock of seeing Ed again was lessened, Roy was able to concentrate on the kiss completely, letting himself taste and feel and enjoy.

He didn\'t protest when Ed pushed him onto his back on the bed and leaned over him, starting to unfasten the uniform buttons. \"Damn, being a lower rank doesn\'t make these things any easier to get into,\" Ed grumbled. \"What the hell were you thinking, Roy?\"

Roy felt a shade of his old smirk cross his lips as he started slipping Ed\'s shirt off. \"It was punishment, I think.\" Now he was there with Ed, his reasons all seemed distant, unimportant and foolish. Ed must have agreed because he snorted softly. \"You don\'t really have a clue do you?\" Roy didn\'t answer him, just started pressing a trail of kisses across the man\'s bare torso. He was gratified to feel a shudder of pleasure from the blond.

He groaned softly when cool automail fingers slipped inside his trousers and started to rub against his cock with maddening slowness. He arched his back so he could press into the touch, eyes falling closed. It had been too long since he had been with Ed, too long since he had been with anyone.

\"Fuck,\" came the broken whisper from above him and then the hand left only to tug down his pants roughly, baring him to the cool air.

Ed wasn\'t gentle as he pressed his fingers into Roy, slick with liquid he found somewhere, but it was a roughness born of desperation and longing, not cruelty. Roy encouraged it with soft throaty moans and by pressing against the invasive digits. It felt like Ed\'s lips were everywhere, pressing open mouthed kisses to his skin and tugging his left ring finger into his mouth to trace the band of scar tissue that lay around it.

He called out hoarsely when Ed pressed inside him and tugged at Ed\'s shoulders to pull him down and closer, closer, always closer. The delicious painful friction was maddening and wonderful; he begged for more with nips of his teeth and swipes of his tongue.

Roy almost sobbed when Ed came inside him, his fingers clenching on the younger alchemist\'s back until he was sure he would draw blood. Ed\'s warm weight dropped onto his chest and he buried his face into blond hair, savouring the scent he hadn\'t smelled in so long. It took just a few quick strokes of Ed\'s hand around his cock before he came himself, spilling semen over Ed\'s fingers and panting harshly.

It took several minutes for their breathing to return to normal, then Ed shifted off him and collapsed onto the bed beside him. After moments of silence, Ed curled himself against Roy\'s back, arms wrapping around his chest and running fingers absently over his skin. \"Was that close enough, Roy?\" he asked sleepily. Roy caught automail fingers in his own and pressed a kiss to them. \"It will be, as long as you don\'t leave again.\"

He felt the curve of lips against his back. \"I\'m not planning on it,\" Ed whispered.