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Shards of Time	By : RiekaDeVolka Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 562 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Full Metal Alchemist, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Shards of Time.

Pairing(s):
Maes
Hughes/Roy Mustang, mentions of Maes/Gracia.

Beta: None, all mistakes my
own.

Rating: NC-17.

Genre: Angst, Smut.

Warnings: You know, the Hughes spoiler, general angst,
memories of smutty fun.

Feedback: Very welcome, please!

Word
Count: 852.

Summary: They used to be a whole,
solid and everlasting, until that fateful night when everything went down with
a bang. And now all he had were these little corners remembrance, these shards
of time to keep him sane.

Author's
Notes: Done
for my drabble requests for Christmas, for arora_kayd, her prompt was dog tags�
I hope I got right. There�s still six drabbles open for request, check out
details here.

Shards of
Time.

The metal glinted cheerfully,
silently mocking him as it caught the light from the street lamps. The tags
seemed happy, happy as the man that was supposed to be wearing them, happy as
the man that held them wouldn�t be again. Roy ran his fingers over the words
engraved in the small plaques, feeling them with skin that had never nursed a
callous.

His hands
were always calloused, from practice with the blasted knives, from holding a
gun for too long, with all those things he did and which Roy never did. He
laughed and made fun of him, because Roy�s hands were always soft, always well
taken care of� but he had always loved to feel those smooth hands running
around his skin, no matter what he said, and it never failed to make Roy feel
important when he made the taller man writhe with want.

There was an �h� missing between
the �g� and the �e�, and it had always been a running gag between them. Privately,
Roy always misspelled the last name, causing his friend to throw a fit, not so
different from a child�s tantrum, whenever he saw it. Roy closed his eyes and
whispered his name, whole, in parts, scrambled and otherwise, feeling something
acrid pooling underneath his tongue as the sound rumbled and smoothly slid down
his throat.

He said he
would make him write his name correctly, even if it kill them. It didn�t kill
them, but Roy felt as it would. He had taken his pen, that ornate gift from his
father, filled it carefully with ink, and then covered his body with his name. He
wrote it in bold, large letters across his back, and in tiny, swirlish
characters on his thigh. Roy quivered like a child, with every twist, with
every line� the ink flowed, and Roy�s self control dripped away with it.

Years ago, before Ishbal, there
hadn�t been an �M� in a corner of the tag, and Maes had been as free as he was illicit.
The mark was added a few years later, after one sunny afternoon in which Roy
almost screamed in the middle of the ceremony, but instead bowed his head until
he could muster a smile for everyone. The letter had been forged with a sing
hit, and the tag had resented the violence, because it now was slightly bent
and marred. Maybe Maes had been marred too? But no, Gracia was a good woman. She
deserved him and he made her happy and everyone was happy, everyone but Roy,
who was too stupidly hung up on his best friend to realize he had moved on. On�

It wasn�t
right. It wasn�t right for him to pin him down again, to undress him with a
skill no one knew Roy had learnt from him, pealing off clothes with ease and
leaving marks scattered around. It wasn�t right for Roy to arch off the bed,
crying like a child when he felt him inside, as if nothing had ever changed
between them. It wasn�t right, because the ring on his finger was burning his
skin and the food in his stomach, which twisted and turned and threatened to
make him sick, had been made by the woman that would never know of their
trysts.

Roy fisted the dog tags tightly,
sitting back and staring at the sky. It wasn�t even a special night. Everything
was as it had always been, stars here and there, the moon either growing or
fading, the city lights slowly going out and the occasional rumble of a car
down the street. Nothing was different, nothing showed how different everything was now. Maes was gone, would be gone forever.
He would never smile or call or shove his photos down his throat. He would
never take off his glasses and stare down at him with burnt amber that just wanted. He would never touch him and
twist him, forcing Roy to forget any semblance of self control as he slid
inside, around, over and below him, covering him and sheltering him from a
world neither wanted to face.

�I-�

�Shh� don�t
say it.� Don�t make it real.

�Stay the
night?� Don�t leave me alone.

�Gracia
would notice, she�d ask.� Don�t make me lie.

�Alright
then.� I love you, anyway.

�I�m sorry
Roy.� I love you too.

�I�m not.�

�Oh� I
should get going, shouldn�t I?�

�Yes, yes
you should.�

The dark haired man wondered if
this was what Gracia was thinking, if her loss was his and they should stay
together to shoulder the blame. They used to be a whole, solid and everlasting,
until that fateful night when everything went down with a bang. And now all he
had were these little corners remembrance, these shards of time to keep him
sane. Roy cried himself to sleep, holding his memories close and trying to keep
the chill of night away. He dreamt of golden eyes, faint touches, strained
smiles and the sensual heat of the forbidden.

He dreamt� and tried not to think
about how it would all end.
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