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First Love
Title: First Love
Main pairing: Roy/Ed.
Minor: Roy/Maes
Rating: M (16+ up)
Warnings: Fluff, possible OCC, yaoi humor, lime later
Summary: It becomes *more* than just an assessment between Roy and Ed.
Chapter 1
Hughes kicked back casually in the communications room of the train bound from Central to the East City Headquarters. Sporting a purple dress shirt buttoned half way up, he grinned lazily letting an arm dangle by his side. With the other he held the phone cocking his head towards it.
“Mustang, you won’t believe what happened last week,” exclaimed Hughes excitedly, taking out a picture of his daughter. “ My cute little Elysia just said her first word! How should I describe it to you?”
Not even an “oh” from the other end of the line. In his office at East City Headquarters Mustang had no tolerance slamming down the receiver without reserve. Hawkeye stood behind his desk stiff as a statue all too used to this.
Hughes sighed, lowered the phone, and grinned again. “Bummer man, I’ll try him again now.” He dialed Mustang.
Just as he heard the first ring Mustang frowned, slamming a fist on his desk.
“Colonel, please calm down and answer the phone!” Hawkeye yelled, keeping a straight face.
Mustang twitched, his body tightened, and eyes narrowed sharply. As he answered the phone again, he squeezed the receiver as if he wished to kill it.
“There ya are, Mustang! As I was saying, my lil’ Elysia said ‘tricycle.’ And she can ride one too,” Hughes blurted out, admiring his daughter’s picture.
Mustang shook from anger, squeezing the phone even tighter. Hawkeye swore it would break. “Da-dammit Hughes, I’m not your wife!” Mustang cried aloud.
“But I’ve already told everyone else,” Hughes replied sadly, half joking and serious at the same time.
“But why tell me?” Helplessness rang in Mustang’s voice.
“Roy, we’re friends,” Hughes said intimately, addressing Mustang on a first name basis. The evocation made Mustang think back to their older days of their friendship and more.
“You know how I feel,” Hughes insisted, cutting off Mustang’s thoughts. “But don’t forget that it’s time…”
“Time…for what?” Mustang was afraid to know.
“Marriage!” Hughes proclaimed excitedly.
Silence. Mustang hated it when Hughes teased him like this. “Enough of this.” Mustang slammed the receiver cutting off all contact with Hughes.
“It is Lieutenant Colonel Hughes again?” Hawkeye commented wearily, aside Mustang’s desk. She sighed, knowing this all too well.
“Yes, indeed.” Crackling his knuckles, Mustang grinned wickedly. “If there was an alchemy that sent fire through the phone line I’d use it right now.”
Before Hawkeye could reprimand him again, an all too familiar presence burst right in the office. A stampede barged though the open door. Encroaching closer, Mustang heard the well-known creak of one’s auto mail jointed knee. He crouched playfully behind the paper stacks on his desk.
“Taisa, it was a fake,” Edward said glumly, staggering up to desk. “That damn stone in Lior. But I got another lead in Xenotime.”
“I see,” Mustang replied absently, pretending to shuffle through his reports.
“Hey, Ta-taisa, you’re not listenin’ are ya?” Edward lurked right over with a leer on his face.
Lowering his papers just under his eyes, Mustang peeked at the blond, his black narrowing subtly. “Oh, it’s you, Hagane!” Usually straight faced, he couldn’t help but allow a grin to escape. “I’ve been so busy with that scar case, I didn’t even hear you, or see from behind my stack of reports.”
“Heh, really, Taisa,” Edward jested, slipping the colonel’s papers out from under his hands.
“Ah, yes, it really has been quite busy,” Mustang replied smoothly, reclining back in his chair, arms pillowed lazily behind his head.
“Yeah, whatever, man.” Smirking, Edward leaned right over his desk. “I believe ya.”
“Yes, Hagane, a good subordinate such as yourself always places his unwavering trust in a gallant and respected superior such as myself,” Mustang answered smugly. “Colonel Roy Mustang, Flame Alchemist and hero of the Eastern Rebellion.”
“Oh yeah, it’s the speech ya gave after that train incident when we first met.” Edward’s grimace widened from ear to ear almost touching both of them.
“Pleasant memories,” Mustang added with a half smile, both condescending and sweet at once. “But I can’t recall if you got a physical after your certification. Usually they measure height…”
Springing up, fire burned in Fullmetal’s golden irises. “Who are ya callin’ a chibi, kora!?”
“Oh, no one in particular.” A chuckle escaped the colonel’s tight lips as he rose, turning to face the window. Glancing over his shoulder, he added, “But at least my opponent can spot me.”
“That’s it, I want a duel, you and me!” Edward cried.
“Aha! Then his Excellency was right when he informed me of your assessment.” His posture erect and arms behind his back, Mustang spun back looming over the blond. “I shall gladly accept, providing one condition.”
“Eh?” The Fullmetal one gawked, wondering what surprises the colonel would present next.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Hagane.” Taking a step closer, his uniform brushed the very tip of Edward’s small nose.
Feeling insulted, the blonde’s visage shot up, his eyes locked with the colonel’s bearing down. Edward expected another demeaning look or some cynical remark. Instead, he saw affection twinkle through his eyes a split of a second.
“Taisa?” Edward murmured, suddenly feeling disarmed.
“Get some rest. It’s late,” the flame one said laying a firm hand on Edward’s narrow shoulder.
“Yeah,” Fullmetal replied simply.
Without a word Edward joined his brother who waited outside. Leaving headquarter they slogged through the rain to Hughes's where they stayed.
"I’m so sick of him," Edward muttered, kicking up puddles in the street. "First, he wants that report on the red water. Next, it's a list of our travel funds..."
"I'm sure it's just his way of caring, Nii-san," Alphonese replied affectionately, huddled over his brother to shelter him from the rain.
"I guess." Edward trudged ahead unaware, sinking ankle deep in another puddle. "He lectures me on what I did wrong, then expects me to listen."
By the time they arrived at Hughes's house, the rain finally abated. In the guestroom upstairs, Edward took the bed aside the window, with Alphonese across by the wall. Unable to sleep, Edward tossed and turned.
What do you want, Taisa? Edward asked restlessly. Ever since I joined the military you’ve always watched me, knowing everything I did. Even if I did otherwise, I’d fall into your trap. No, I’m already inside it, your slave, because you know of my deepest sin.
This. Raising his metal arm it gleamed in the moonlight streaming from the window.
As Edward drifted to sleep, so did Mustang in his own bed a few houses away. You have much to learn, Hagane, the flame one mused. But tomorrow, I’ll see just how much you’ve grown.
TBC
Main pairing: Roy/Ed.
Minor: Roy/Maes
Rating: M (16+ up)
Warnings: Fluff, possible OCC, yaoi humor, lime later
Summary: It becomes *more* than just an assessment between Roy and Ed.
Chapter 1
Hughes kicked back casually in the communications room of the train bound from Central to the East City Headquarters. Sporting a purple dress shirt buttoned half way up, he grinned lazily letting an arm dangle by his side. With the other he held the phone cocking his head towards it.
“Mustang, you won’t believe what happened last week,” exclaimed Hughes excitedly, taking out a picture of his daughter. “ My cute little Elysia just said her first word! How should I describe it to you?”
Not even an “oh” from the other end of the line. In his office at East City Headquarters Mustang had no tolerance slamming down the receiver without reserve. Hawkeye stood behind his desk stiff as a statue all too used to this.
Hughes sighed, lowered the phone, and grinned again. “Bummer man, I’ll try him again now.” He dialed Mustang.
Just as he heard the first ring Mustang frowned, slamming a fist on his desk.
“Colonel, please calm down and answer the phone!” Hawkeye yelled, keeping a straight face.
Mustang twitched, his body tightened, and eyes narrowed sharply. As he answered the phone again, he squeezed the receiver as if he wished to kill it.
“There ya are, Mustang! As I was saying, my lil’ Elysia said ‘tricycle.’ And she can ride one too,” Hughes blurted out, admiring his daughter’s picture.
Mustang shook from anger, squeezing the phone even tighter. Hawkeye swore it would break. “Da-dammit Hughes, I’m not your wife!” Mustang cried aloud.
“But I’ve already told everyone else,” Hughes replied sadly, half joking and serious at the same time.
“But why tell me?” Helplessness rang in Mustang’s voice.
“Roy, we’re friends,” Hughes said intimately, addressing Mustang on a first name basis. The evocation made Mustang think back to their older days of their friendship and more.
“You know how I feel,” Hughes insisted, cutting off Mustang’s thoughts. “But don’t forget that it’s time…”
“Time…for what?” Mustang was afraid to know.
“Marriage!” Hughes proclaimed excitedly.
Silence. Mustang hated it when Hughes teased him like this. “Enough of this.” Mustang slammed the receiver cutting off all contact with Hughes.
“It is Lieutenant Colonel Hughes again?” Hawkeye commented wearily, aside Mustang’s desk. She sighed, knowing this all too well.
“Yes, indeed.” Crackling his knuckles, Mustang grinned wickedly. “If there was an alchemy that sent fire through the phone line I’d use it right now.”
Before Hawkeye could reprimand him again, an all too familiar presence burst right in the office. A stampede barged though the open door. Encroaching closer, Mustang heard the well-known creak of one’s auto mail jointed knee. He crouched playfully behind the paper stacks on his desk.
“Taisa, it was a fake,” Edward said glumly, staggering up to desk. “That damn stone in Lior. But I got another lead in Xenotime.”
“I see,” Mustang replied absently, pretending to shuffle through his reports.
“Hey, Ta-taisa, you’re not listenin’ are ya?” Edward lurked right over with a leer on his face.
Lowering his papers just under his eyes, Mustang peeked at the blond, his black narrowing subtly. “Oh, it’s you, Hagane!” Usually straight faced, he couldn’t help but allow a grin to escape. “I’ve been so busy with that scar case, I didn’t even hear you, or see from behind my stack of reports.”
“Heh, really, Taisa,” Edward jested, slipping the colonel’s papers out from under his hands.
“Ah, yes, it really has been quite busy,” Mustang replied smoothly, reclining back in his chair, arms pillowed lazily behind his head.
“Yeah, whatever, man.” Smirking, Edward leaned right over his desk. “I believe ya.”
“Yes, Hagane, a good subordinate such as yourself always places his unwavering trust in a gallant and respected superior such as myself,” Mustang answered smugly. “Colonel Roy Mustang, Flame Alchemist and hero of the Eastern Rebellion.”
“Oh yeah, it’s the speech ya gave after that train incident when we first met.” Edward’s grimace widened from ear to ear almost touching both of them.
“Pleasant memories,” Mustang added with a half smile, both condescending and sweet at once. “But I can’t recall if you got a physical after your certification. Usually they measure height…”
Springing up, fire burned in Fullmetal’s golden irises. “Who are ya callin’ a chibi, kora!?”
“Oh, no one in particular.” A chuckle escaped the colonel’s tight lips as he rose, turning to face the window. Glancing over his shoulder, he added, “But at least my opponent can spot me.”
“That’s it, I want a duel, you and me!” Edward cried.
“Aha! Then his Excellency was right when he informed me of your assessment.” His posture erect and arms behind his back, Mustang spun back looming over the blond. “I shall gladly accept, providing one condition.”
“Eh?” The Fullmetal one gawked, wondering what surprises the colonel would present next.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Hagane.” Taking a step closer, his uniform brushed the very tip of Edward’s small nose.
Feeling insulted, the blonde’s visage shot up, his eyes locked with the colonel’s bearing down. Edward expected another demeaning look or some cynical remark. Instead, he saw affection twinkle through his eyes a split of a second.
“Taisa?” Edward murmured, suddenly feeling disarmed.
“Get some rest. It’s late,” the flame one said laying a firm hand on Edward’s narrow shoulder.
“Yeah,” Fullmetal replied simply.
Without a word Edward joined his brother who waited outside. Leaving headquarter they slogged through the rain to Hughes's where they stayed.
"I’m so sick of him," Edward muttered, kicking up puddles in the street. "First, he wants that report on the red water. Next, it's a list of our travel funds..."
"I'm sure it's just his way of caring, Nii-san," Alphonese replied affectionately, huddled over his brother to shelter him from the rain.
"I guess." Edward trudged ahead unaware, sinking ankle deep in another puddle. "He lectures me on what I did wrong, then expects me to listen."
By the time they arrived at Hughes's house, the rain finally abated. In the guestroom upstairs, Edward took the bed aside the window, with Alphonese across by the wall. Unable to sleep, Edward tossed and turned.
What do you want, Taisa? Edward asked restlessly. Ever since I joined the military you’ve always watched me, knowing everything I did. Even if I did otherwise, I’d fall into your trap. No, I’m already inside it, your slave, because you know of my deepest sin.
This. Raising his metal arm it gleamed in the moonlight streaming from the window.
As Edward drifted to sleep, so did Mustang in his own bed a few houses away. You have much to learn, Hagane, the flame one mused. But tomorrow, I’ll see just how much you’ve grown.
TBC