Apples

Title: Apples
Pairings: EdRoy
Rating: NC-17 (may I say PWP?)
Word Count: 3099
Summary: “I love you, Edward,” he said softly. “But I want the first time we make love since you came back to be while you’re sober.”
Disclaimer: Don't own FMA. Just like to play with the pretties.

A/N This is set in the Devotions universe, but is about ten and a half years before Devotions.

Fraternization was a crime often overlooked, but in the case of Edward Elric and Roy Mustang, they couldn’t risk the charges. Hiding their relationship was easier than they though at first, however; while Ed was a teenager, his explosive personality paired with Roy’s tendency to play the condescending commanding officer covered up any glaring proof of their romance. And as long as Edward officially lived in the dorms, (just spending the majority of his time at Roy’s apartment, and later his house) they were safe enough.

Milestones together weren’t marked by the public; rather, they spent those nights in each other’s arms, after spending a day without each other. Edward’s sixteenth birthday was spent in the hospital under the care of his brother. Roy’s thirtieth birthday was spent in a bar under the care of Jean Havoc. Six months dating, one year dating, eighteen months… They passed, recognized only by the two of them, only after eleven o’clock when Edward could sneak out of the dorms, making his way to Roy’s residence unnoticed.

They had been so desperate.

But now, with a slightly tipsy Edward Elric in his lap, Roy was even more desperate, refusing to hide their relationship anymore. He couldn’t keep his hands off of Edward, slipping them up his shirt, playing with the fabric over his knees, touching his cheek, his neck, his forehead. It wasn’t like Edward could keep his hands off of Roy, every touch reciprocated as they kissed sloppily.

Roy liked to joke that if Havoc hadn’t been there, they surely would have gone past those sloppy kisses, but that wasn’t a joke. That was true. As soon as Roy slipped his hand past the hem of Ed’s pants, Havoc ushered them into the car.

Havoc made sure they were safely in the house before leaving them to each other, breathing deeply. Only three people knew about their relationship. Apparently, this time it would be harder to hide.

They stumbled into the house, barely even thinking of Havoc. Ed panted lightly and looked up at Roy with soft eyes, dimmed with more than alcohol. Roy put his hand on Ed’s shoulder. “I love you, Edward,” he said softly. “But I want the first time we make love since you came back to be while you’re sober.”

Ed wrapped his arms around Roy’s waist, burying his head into his stomach. “Mmkay,” he mumbled, closing his eyes.

“I think you misunderstand,” Roy said, helping Ed up. “When I say I want the first time we make love I want you to be sober, that doesn’t mean I want you to sleep it off.” He kissed Ed gently and moved him to the sofa. “I mean that I’m going to wait for you to sober up and then we’re making love. Several times.”

Roy left Ed on the sofa after situating him on several pillows. He put his percolator on the stove and got some bread from the kitchen, slicing a few pieces. He came back to the living room with two cups of coffee, the bread, and a sliced apple.

Edward was leaning on the arm of the sofa, watching Roy with dilated eyes. “I love you,” he said quietly, opening his mouth as Roy rolled up a bit of bread and brought it to his lips.

“Yeah,” Roy said, watching Ed chew on the bite. He broke the apple slices into small pieces, feeding Edward bits of apple between the bread bites. “Up to some coffee?” he asked after a while, petting the back of Ed’s neck.

“Don’t like coffee,” Ed mumbled, stretching lightly. “It’ll help you wake up,” Roy protested.

“The only coffee I like is the taste of it in your mouth,” Ed retorted.

Roy laughed and kissed Ed, the bitter flavor permeating the kiss. “Yeah like that,” Ed mumbled as Roy pulled back. “That was a pretty sober comeback,” Roy said. “I say we wait a little longer then I push you down on the bed.”

“Yeah,” Ed repeated, pulling Roy back for another kiss.

Roy pulled back from Ed. “Do you want more bread?” he asked, ignoring his blatant arousal.

“Apples,” Ed replied, shifting in the pillows.

Roy rolled his eyes, messing up Ed’s hair. “I like your ponytail,” he said.

“Apples,” Ed repeated.

Roy nodded, flipping Ed's ponytail as he walked out, going to the kitchen and coring and dicing two apples.

When he walked back into the living room Ed was sitting upright, chewing on the second piece of bread. "Looks like you're more sober," Roy said, cozying up next to Edward.

"Mmmhm," Edward intoned. "Fast metabolism—get drunk quickly, get sober just as fast."

Roy laughed, pressing an apple up to Ed's lips. Ed parted them willingly, sucking lightly on Roy's finger as his lover slowly fed him. The sensual ritual passed on for about fifteen minutes, leaving Ed gasping and sucking on Roy's fingers for longer moments, licking on the soft pads long after the sticky apple juice had been sucked away.


Roy stared at Ed with lidded eyes, licking his dry lips, watching as Ed took his finger to the knuckle into his mouth, his soft tongue massaging the tip.

In this moment, Roy felt like he was the one drugged, more intoxicated by Edward than any man could be by alcohol. Edward was the sober one, intently suckling on his finger-tips, letting them go, and guiding Roy's fingers back to the plate of apples to repeat the process.

He had specifically told Edward he didn't want to have sex until they were sober; yet here he was, intent on breaking that rule, befuddled by Edward's presence.

For the moment, why Edward had been missing for six years didn't matter. How seemed just as irrelevant. For Edward and Roy, in that moment, all that mattered was their distinct heartbeats, quickening and slowly resting on the same beats, their ragged breaths steadily coming in the same pants.

For that moment, the moment was theirs and anything but each other's presence was superfluous.

The last apple slipped past Ed's lips and he let Roy's finger go, placing his own slender digits on Roy's thigh, a hapless prosthetic lying on the sofa. Roy ignored the metal bits and leather straps as he leaned forward, just far enough to feel Edward's breath on his lips.

"I think I’m sober now," Edward said quietly, his flesh fingers kneading lightly at Roy's leg, stroking the dark blue fabric.

"I wish I could say the same for myself," Roy moaned, closing his eyes, his fingers instinctively grasping at Ed's collar, pulling him closer.

They'd kissed in the bar, once Edward had gotten drunk enough to forget they were in public. Those were sloppy, desperate kisses, mingled with tears. They'd kissed in the house, while Edward was still sobering up. That kiss was a coffee-flavored kiss, mingled with love.

This time, Roy pulled Ed forward, his tongue darting to touch the seam of Ed's lips before their lips even touched. Ed sighed his mouth open, his eyes closing, blinking away tears. When their lips collided, the kiss was desperate and hard, almost bruising. Edward migrated into Roy's laps while his hand followed their own migratory path over the planes of his stomach. Edward's mouth tasted like the sweet apples Roy had hand-fed him and Roy's mouth tasted like the bitter coffee Edward had refused. They were bitter-sweet, coffee-flavored kisses, imbued with love, desperate and mingled with tears. They were a culmination of emotions, starting with the moment Roy had seen Edward in the park, and ending with this moment.

Ed pulled back, smiling at Roy happily, shifting his good leg slightly, making himself comfortable. Roy leaned in for another kiss, closing the gap between them once more.

"I've never had to undo your jacket one-handed," Ed mumbled annoyed, pulling away from the kiss, trying to get Roy out of his uniform. Roy touched Ed's prosthetic gently and undid his jacket, shrugging it off.

"It doesn't work, does it?" Roy asked, looking at the metal and leather contraption. Ed shook his head gently, placing his flesh palm on the center of Roy's chest, feeling his heartbeat through the thin fabric.

Roy touched the prosthetic gently, stroking down the metal, kissing at Ed's neck. Edward gasped, unable to feel Roy's sensual touch, but image was enough to bring his breath into small pants. Roy moved his hand to Ed's side, stroking down the man's ribs, dragging his fingers slowly down the soft fabric.

Ed pulled Roy back to kiss him again. It only took a few moments for the flavors of apple and coffee to subside, mute, and simplify.

Ed eventually pushed Roy away, mouthing at his neck, finding the tendons and nibbling gently. He kissed, wet sloppy kisses, to the front of Roy's neck, licking at the older man's Adam's apple. Roy remembered Ed saying, 'I've never had to undo your jacked one-handed,' as he felt Ed's mouth move lower, slowly undoing the buttons of his dress shirt with his teeth. Ed's tongue lapped through the buttonholes and caressed each bit of flesh discovered, like he was reminding himself of the territory he had conquered so long ago.

It was a familiar map under his tongue, with only a few minor differences—scars Roy had picked up over the years they had been apart. As he licked at his lips, pulling back from Roy's open shirt, he tangled his fingers in Roy's eye patch, pulling it off. Just as Roy asked little about Ed's prosthetics, Ed asked no questions about the missing eye, just licked right below it, nipping at the cheekbone.

Roy spread his fingers on the small of Ed's back, uncomfortable in their current position on the sofa. Ed shifted lightly, pulling back, brushing their clothed erections together in an attempt to make the situation more comfortable.

"Edward," Roy gasped, sweat mingling with Ed's saliva on his chest. Ed pulled Roy's shirt completely off, letting it fall to the floor, humming against Roy's chest as he kissed down the center.

"Edward..." Roy gulped, repeating himself. "Please, can we go to the bedroom?" Ed panted, leaning against Roy's chest, his head in the crook of Roy's neck. "If we can make it there," he said, swallowing hard.

Roy closed his eyes, taking in the implications of that statement. Edward pressed closer to Roy, giving him a hard kiss before pulling back, off the sofa, taking Roy's wrists, bringing him as well.

They stumbled, still unable to keep their hands off each other to the doorframe separating the kitchen and the living room. Ed pressed Roy up against the frame, fumbling with his belt, pulling it out of his pants quickly, forcing the fabric down to pool at Roy's ankles.

Roy grasped for the fabric of Ed's pants, unbuttoning and attempting to pull them down. Ed knelt, instead, and started undoing Roy's shoes on his knees. Once he got the pesky boots off, he removed his own, shaking off his pants while Roy did the same. The pause could have easily slaked their lust, but the sultry look Ed gave Roy while on his knees only made the older man's heart beat faster, his erection impossibly hard.

Ed shifted so that his prosthetic could hold him up, hooking his fingers in Roy's boxers. Once the last pesky piece of fabric was out of Ed's way, he licked his lips greedily, the shape and size of Roy's erection so familiar. He gripped Roy's hip, pressing him firmly against the door frame, his nose brushing up against the head of Roy's cock, his breath warm against the sensitive skin.

Roy moaned lightly, begging Ed incoherently for more, tangling his fingers in Ed's long hair, ruining the ponytail he had complimented earlier. Ed exhaled a long breath, drawing the moment out for a few seconds longer before tilting his head, parting his lips to take Roy's member into his mouth, sucking lightly on the head, his tongue lapping at the thick vein. Listening to the resounding moans, Ed recalled exactly what Roy liked, dipping his tongue into the slit, mouthing down the shaft carefully. He moved his hand from Roy's hip to his balls, letting the older man thrust wantonly into his throat, kneading Roy's balls gently.

Fearing he was going to bring Roy over the edge too soon, Ed pulled back, struggling to get up with his leg. He leaned against Roy's chest, kissing his neck, ignoring the moans of disappointment. "I want to have sex in a bed," Ed purred in Roy's ear. "It's been six years."

Roy gasped lightly as Ed took his earlobe between his teeth, scraping the tender flesh gently. He couldn't do much but agree, letting Ed steer him into the bedroom, letting Ed use him as a crutch.

He didn’t complain when Ed pushed him down on the bed, although Roy was sure he had stated earlier that he wanted to push Ed down on the bed.

Roy tugged Ed's boxers off, momentarily getting them caught on the cumbersome prosthetic. He told himself that after Edward had ravaged him and he had returned the favor multiple times, he'd drag the man over to Rizenbul and get his automail restored. Metal fingers running over his body was something he was used to and enjoyed immensely about Edward.

He spread his legs for Edward, letting the younger man force his way between them. Ed leaned over Roy, kissing his stomach and licking around Roy's navel. "Edward, please," Roy managed to beg, gasping lightly, arching into every touch.

Ed licked up Roy's chest, pressing up against him, his tongue licking just around Roy's nipples, teasingly light. Tired of sitting useless, Roy pulled down Ed's boxers, thrusting up against Ed's now free erection. Ed moaned lightly, biting down on Roy's nipple. "Please, now..." Roy begged again, leaning his head back as Ed nibbled at his collarbone.

Edward finally relented, pushing himself up slightly to fumble with the nightstand.

"Same place as always," Roy mumbled.

Ed's fingers remembered, closing around a bottle of lube. He popped the cap open and blinked. "It's new," he mumbled, oiling up a couple of fingers.

"I was waiting for you," Roy said, embarrassed.

"That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard you say," Edward admitted, kissing Roy's stomach and pressing his fingers at his lover's entrance, circling lightly a few times before slowly pushing a finger in, up to the knuckle.

"You're tight," Ed mumbled, waiting for Roy to adjust before pushing the finger in further.

Roy swallowed hard, trying to remember how the discomfort wouldn't matter in a few moments. "I—I haven't slept with anyone for six years, Ed. I imagine you're tight as well."

"You can check later," Ed grunted, pushing the finger in all the way, kissing around Roy's navel. "For now, just relax."

Roy took a deep breath, telling himself to relax. Once Edward had deemed him calm enough, he pulled the finger out, adding some more lube and pressing two in, slowly, trying to stretch him without causing too much discomfort. Roy, however, was getting annoyed at this slow pace and thrust lightly against Ed's fingers.

Ed took that as a cue to scissor his fingers slightly, thrusting them in, knowing exactly what angle to hold his fingers at to hit Roy's prostate dead on. He knew he was right when he heard Roy fail to contain a choked gasp. Edward added a third finger, stretching Roy further before he pulled the fingers out, lubing himself up, ignoring Roy's annoyed gasp at suddenly being empty.

He lined himself up, kissing at Roy's chest, pushing in slowly, filling his lover completely before pausing, allowing him to adjust. "Just fuck me," Roy moaned, holding onto Ed's shoulders.

Ed took a good look at Roy's needy body below him, loving the sight, knowing full well how much Roy Mustang loved him. After watching Roy shift involuntarily for a few moments, Ed pulled back, thrusting into Roy.

He loved hearing Roy gasp below him, but he wished one arm wasn't useless, so he could hold himself steady and stroke Roy at the same time. Roy's eyes were closed and they tightened, his lips relaxing, every time Ed thrust in, hitting his prostate.

"Touch yourself," Ed said in a low husky tone, punctuated by a gasp. The sight of Roy licking his lips, his hand clenching around his erection turned Ed on more than he had imagined. He thrust harder and deeper into Roy, gasping and moaning. Roy's breath was coming in short pants as well.

Ed's thrusts became more erratic after only a short while, watching Roy with lidded eyes. Roy tilted his head up, the pink of his tongue visible between his parted lips and Ed kissed him greedily, moaning into Roy's open mouth. "I love you, Roy Mustang," he panted.

"Edward..." Roy mumbled, but was cut off from a cry from Edward, the younger man calling out Roy's name as he spilled his seed deep within his lover. Roy watched the look of pure bliss on Ed's face as he stroked himself to completion, his semen splattering on their chests. Ed collapsed on top of Roy, spreading the slick come between their chests, burying his face in the crook of Roy's neck.

"I love you," Edward said, once he had caught his breath.

Roy smiled, thinking of the blissful look on Ed's face. "I love you, too."

When they fell asleep that night, not bothering to clean up, even though the cold come was uncomfortable, their sleep was peaceful. More peaceful than any sleep they had in the last six years, when they had slept alone.

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When Roy woke up the next morning, he was decidedly clean. He yawned, wondering if last night had been an alcohol-ridden dream.

Once the smell of eggs wafted in from the kitchen, he knew it wasn't.

He got up and pulled some boxers on, walking into the kitchen, looking at Ed making breakfast, just wearing an apron. "What do you want to do?" Roy asked, sitting down at the table.

"Let's get married," Ed said.

Roy stared at Ed for a moment, trying to ascertain if he was kidding but the young man turned around, tears in his eyes. "Please?" Edward asked quietly.

Roy got up and ran to Ed, putting his arms around Ed's waist. "There's nothing I'd love more," he told the blonde. "Just don't leave me again."

Edward shook his head, sobbing lightly, pressing up against Roy. "I love you, Roy Mustang."

"I love you, Edward Elric."