At Fifteen

Disclaimer: I don’t own FullMetal Alchemist (anime or manga), their world or any of the characters there within. I just like to imagine them in my own little world (which is totally of my imagining). No profits are made from this story, just gratuitous pleasure.

Summary: At 15, Ed was just a raging bundle of hormones and he had his eyes set on a certain Flame Alchemist to put out the fire. RoyxEd (spoiler for the end of the anime.)

Rating: NC-17

Warning Codes: m/m, anal, oral, language, minor, waff, yaoi, one shot,

Pairings: RoyxEd

Author’s note: This story goes right up to the end of the anime. It covers the time from when Ed is 15 until the end, but only actually details one particular moment in time. There will be more to follow at a later date.

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At Fifteen

“Damn,” swore Edward softly, as he paced back and forth in their small, temporary dormitory room.

“Damn,” he muttered again, his agitation evident.

“Brother, what’s the matter?” asked Al, placidly sitting on his bed.

“Damn. I have to go see that bastard Colonel,” snarled Ed.

Al sighed. It was always the same. When ever they came to Central Headquarters and Ed had to report to Colonel Mustang, he got agitated and worked up into such a frenzy that by the time he got to the Colonel’s office, he was spoiling for a fight. Of course, it didn’t help that the Colonel always seemed to push all of the right buttons to send Edward skyrocketing. The two would go at it like a couple of dogs fighting over a bone, neither one willing to back down.

Their meetings usually erupted into some spectacular verbal fireworks, the two yelling insults at each other, occasionally resulting in furniture or window breakage. It was all Lieutenant Hawkeye could do to keep the two from killing each other sometimes, it seemed. Surprisingly enough, though, the Colonel was very lenient with what the young alchemist was allowed to get away with. No other commanding officer would have put up with Edward the way Roy did. There seemed to be a special chemistry between the two that no one else could quite figure out.

But today, Ed wanted it to be different. He was fifteen years old now and a raging bundle of hormones and he needed to find an outlet.

Lately, he found his hormonally overloaded mind drifting away from alchemy and towards a certain alchemist. And this disturbed him. He should be thinking of a girl, a girl like Winry, but no, his hormone induced fantasies were about dark hair, dark eyes and flames.

And these flames were threatening to engulf him. Whenever he was around Roy Mustang, his eyes drifted to his sensual lips and he wondered if they would taste as good as they looked. His nose was tickled by the scent of soap and smoke, and he longed to nuzzle into the crook of that enticing neck, to inhale deeply that intoxicating scent. And his hands just itched to run themselves through that artfully arranged, unruly black hair to see if it felt as silky as it looked. He couldn’t concentrate on a single thing the man had to say to him, often leaving the room wondering what he had just agreed to. Edward walked around in a hormonal haze, feeling as if he was in a dream and he couldn’t quite wake up.

But, surely, the great Colonel Mustang, the notorious, womanizing Colonel Mustang, the heartbreaker, had no eyes for a fifteen-year-old boy. Hell, the girls lined up around the block for a chance to spend just one night with him, and there were so many of them, that one night was usually all they ever got. So why would he even look at an awkward teenage boy? And one equipped with automail, at that. Hell, he wasn’t even a fully functioning person. He was like some side-show freak.

But, sometimes, Ed could almost swear, if he wasn’t looking directly at the Colonel, that he could almost see a hint of speculation in those dark, seductive eyes. And, every once in a while, there would be a touch, a brief, but intimate touch, and a look that offered, something more? And lately, those touches had been becoming more frequent and more lingering.

He had to find out before it drove him crazy. He had to know if it was real or just a fancy induced by his hormones in response to what he wanted to see, not what was really there. And if he was wrong, if it was just his fancy, he could get over it. Not knowing was torture.

“Damn,” he said again, kicking his inoffensive bed frame with his left foot. The frame shuddered under the impact, but thankfully it didn’t collapse. “I’m gonna go over there. You stay. No need for you to have to sit through this shit again.”

And Ed stomped off, leaving a patient Al to wait in their room, while he went to do battle with his nemesis.

All the way over, he tried to calm himself, tried to think of how he would approach the Colonel. How could he find out what he wanted to know without making too big of a fool of himself? A deep breath and he was ready. He rounded the corner to Hawkeye’s desk.

“Good afternoon, Lieutenant Hawkeye,” he greeted her politely. “Is the Colonel available?”

“Ah, why, yes, Edward,” she said, surprised, because Ed usually just stomped into his office. “I’ll let him know you’re here. By the way, happy birthday.”

“Thank you,” Ed replied.

She walked to Roy’s office, put her head in and spoke, then opened the door.

“Go on in, Edward. He’ll see you right now,” she said, smiling at him.

Ed smiled back at her and quietly walked into the office.

“Well, FullMetal, to what do I owe this pleasant little visit?” asked Roy, an eye brow raised at the subdued young man.

“Ah, well, ah, Al and I, ah, we were in and, ah, I figured, ah, you know, I, ah, ought to report to you,” Ed stammered, looking down at his feet and trying not to blush.

“This is pleasant. Usually I have to order you in here and you come in yelling and stomping. I like the quiet approach. Much easier on my nerves,” said Roy in an amused tone of voice.

Edward gritted his teeth and forced himself to bite back on the scathing remark that sprang automatically to his sharp tongue. He needed to approach Mustang quietly if he was going to get anywhere with him. Well, it was now or never, so he took a deep breath and took the plunge.

“Well, ah, actually, I, ah, really, well, I really wanted to talk to you,” he finally got out. Damn, this was hard. “I wanted to ask you some, well, questions about, well, you know, relationships and things.”

“Ah, I see,” said Roy, softly. “You just turned, what? Fifteen?”

“Yeah,” said Ed, a slight blush coloring his cheeks.

“Don’t tell me, you’re still a virgin,” said Roy, in that same soft voice.

“So what if I am?” retorted Ed hotly, turning to leave. This was way too embarrassing.

“Wait. Don’t go,” said Roy, moving quickly from behind his desk, catching Ed’s arm, leading him over to the couch. “Sit. You want to talk, you have questions, I’ll try to help you the best I can.”

At his touch, Edward almost moaned. That warm hand on his arm made him want to melt on the spot. He wished it meant more. He allowed the Colonel to lead him to the couch, sitting next to him so they could talk face to face.

“So, you’re fifteen, you’re hormones are going and you have questions. This is the age to find out what it’s all about,” said Roy in a matter of fact voice. “Go ahead and ask me what ever it is you want to know and I’ll try to give you the answers you need.”

“Well, is, is fifteen too young for love? For sex?” asked Ed, nervously.

“Normally, fifteen would be much too young for such complicated emotions such as love, and entirely to young to indulge in the physical aspect of having sex,” Roy replied, a little surprised at the question, but not too much, knowing how precocious FullMetal could be, and so answered him frankly. “But in your case, FullMetal, I feel, personally, that if you are old enough to be a dog of the military, if you are old enough to die in war and to kill men in battle, then you are old enough to fuck and you are old enough to choose who you want to fuck. And nobody else should have the right to tell you otherwise. But there is a world of difference in feeling love for someone, and feeling lust. And fifteen can be a difficult age to understand the subtle differences between the two.”

Ed sighed. One question had been answered. Roy thought he was old enough. Now, if only he was interested. Roy was sitting so near, Ed was finding it hard to concentrate on what he wanted to say.

“But if you know that you like someone. How, how do you tell that someone that you like them? That you’d like to, well, to, you know, have sex with them?” Ed asked awkwardly.

“Well,” said Roy, slowly, thinking that surely, FullMetal must have a girl in mind, “usually, if you know that you really like the person, that it’s not just lust, you might start out telling that person that you like them after you’ve seen them a few times, you know, maybe having gone on dates together. Then, depending on how that person responds to you, you move on from there. You don’t just tell a person you like them and ask them to jump into bed with you right off the bat. There are steps that people follow. It’s all part of the ritual of dating and getting to know a person better, seeing how compatible you are with a person.”

“But, what if it’s a person that you’ve know for a long time? What if you’re pretty sure that the person likes you and would be interested in you? How long would you have to wait, for, you know, the sex part? Do you have to do the whole dating thing before you can get to the sex?” asked Ed, somewhat impatiently.

“Someone that you’ve known for quite some time, huh?” replied Roy, sure now that FullMetal was referring to Winry, the only girl that Ed had known for a long time. “You would still want to start out slow. If you’ve know that person for a while, then I guess you could start out telling that person you really like them, but I think you still might want to wait on the physical part, at least for a while. At fifteen, sex isn’t something you really just want to jump into right away without knowing the consequences. There’s a lot more to relationships then just sex, you know.”

“I know, but I’ll worry about all that later. How? How do I say it? How do I tell that person I like them, want to be with them? I don’t know the words!” said Ed, anguish coloring his voice.

“Then try this. Take that person’s hands, look into their eyes and tell them that you really like them and that you would really like to be with them and that you hope that they feel the same way for you. Just make it something simple,” said Roy easily, smiling while his heart was breaking, feeling that he was giving FullMetal the words that would take him away from him, the words that spelt the death knell to his secret love for the petite alchemist.

“Simple. I see, keep it simple,” said Edward, nodding, looking down at his hands that were clenched in his lap.

All the while Ed was screwing up the courage to tell Roy Mustang how he felt, Roy felt as if his heart was breaking. He’d waited too long for his flighty little blonde alchemist and now someone else was going to claim the prize he wanted. Therefore, he was very surprised when Ed reached out and took his hands, innocent golden eyes looking deeply into experienced dark eyes, and the rest of the world ceased to exists for the moment, falling softly and silently away.

“Roy, I really like you, and I want to be with you. Please, tell me that you feel the same way about me?” Ed asked softly.

Roy was so stunned, he couldn’t speak. Edward Elric had just confessed to him. To him, Roy Mustang. And now he had to answer this beautiful boy, this boy that he wanted so badly that it made him ache. He could see the panic and fear starting to show in FullMetal's eyes, felt his hands starting to pull back, so Roy did the only thing possible.

He pulled Edward forward into his arms and kissed the young teen. His soft, sensual lips met Ed's shy, virgin ones and he nibbled at them gently, letting his tongue slide out and tease it’s way across Ed’s bottom lip. When Ed's mouth opened slightly in surprise, his tongue quickly invaded to caress the teen’s gently and to explore the warm cavern of his mouth. One hand came up to lace itself in the heavy golden hair at the back of his head, and the other hand rested gently on Ed’s cheek, caressing it softly. When Roy finally released him from the kiss, Ed lay trembling and gasping in his arms, his eyes glazed with the experience. In the space of that one, single kiss, FullMetal had become suddenly more, had become Edward.

Roy gently laid him back on the couch, kissed his forehead and rose from where he was sitting. He walked to the door and locked it, then took off his jacket and hung it on the hook on the back of the door, then he returned to Edward.

“Edward, I really like you, too, and I’d like to make love to you,” said Roy softly.

“You, you really like me? You… want to make love with me? I want to make love with you, too. But, once I give you my virginity, you aren’t going to just leave me, are you? This isn’t going to be just a one night stand, is it?” Ed asked, his eyes pleading that there would be more.

Roy knelt down on the couch, straddling the teens hips, leaning forward to kiss him gently on the lips.

“I like you very, very much, and you will never be just a one night stand for me. I’ve been waiting for you since you were twelve years old,” said Roy, his hands caressing the soft neck and running through the silky hair, pulling out the plait, letting it flow freely. “Once I make you mine, you stay mine. I’m not going to let you go.

“But you have to know, Edward, if anyone finds out about this, even if you’re willing, especially if you’re willing, we both stand to lose a lot. I need to know if this is a risk that you are ready and willing to take. I need to hear it from you that this is what you want from me. That you want a physical, sexual relationship with me. I’m willing to take this risk for you.”

Ed nibbled at his lower lip for a few moments as he contemplated the words his Colonel had just spoken to him. He knew this was an adult decision he was being asked to make, and wanted to give it the respect it was due, so that Roy would know that this wasn’t just a flight of fancy for him. That he considered this to be a serious matter.

“Yes,” he finally said, softly. “I understand. I know we both have a lot to lose, but I’m willing to risk it, for you. I haven‘t ever felt this way about anyone else before, and I want this with you. I want a physical, sexual relationship with you, Roy Mustang.”

Then Roy’s lips were sealing their fates as he took Edward's mouth in a deep, passion-filled kiss that left the teen gasping and shaking once more. His hands started to gently unfasten the buttons on Ed's short black jacket, pushing it aside so they could slide up under his shirt against his naked skin.

“But I still need to keep searching for a way to return our bodies to the way they were,” Ed panted, responding to the kisses.

“Of course. You can’t just stay here. You have things you need to do, as do I,” said Roy, by now having the both the jacket and tank top off of the unresisting teen. “We both have jobs to do, but whenever you come to headquarters, we’ll be together, I promise you that.”

“Ahhh! Roy, I really, really want this. I’ve been wanting you to do this for a long time, but I was so afraid to ask,” said Ed, breathing softly into the Colonel’s ear.

“You’re so beautiful, Edward,” said Roy, as he gazed on the strong upper body of the blushing teen, his hands running softly over smooth white skin, touching the seams where automail joined flesh, fingers running down the automail arm, exploring every inch of the exquisite body. He touched softly, first with his hands, then with lingering lips everywhere the hands had had the pleasure of touching, eliciting soft moans from the enraptured Edward. “You are so beautiful.”

Ed's body responded to the soft touches with low moans and delicate shivers, enjoying all the wonderful sensations that Roy’s touches were causing in his now highly aroused body. Then his hands reached up to unbutton Roy’s white shirt and let his hands do some gentle exploring of their own, mimicking the moves of his lover.

Then Roy slid down and his hands drifted to the waistband of Ed's tight leather pants. He stopped, his fingers on the zipper.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Roy asked, looking deeply into his trusting golden eyes. “We’re both men. Are you sure you want a relationship with an older man?”

“Yes, I’m sure. No one else has ever made me feel the way you do. You challenge me, you push me, you’re there when it starts to get hard, and you urge me on. You’re real. You are everything I need,” replied Ed, earnestly. “I… I want it to be you.”

“Alright, then. I’m not going to kid you. This is going to hurt, when I first enter you, but I’ll be as gentle as I possibly can,” said Roy, softly, kissing the teen once more, then pushing back from the couch.
He went to his desk, rummaged through a bottom drawer for a moment, then returned with a small cut-glass vial in his hand. He placed it on the floor, then unbuckled his belt and loosened his pants. Once more, he straddled the teen and started to remove Ed’s pants. He kissed Edward, his mouth traveling down his neck to the tiny nipples waiting so enticingly on his scared chest. For one so young, Edward had seen his share of danger and Roy marveled at the hardships that he had endured, so many more then many men two or three times his age. His fingers explored the scars at the seams of the automail on his chest and shoulder. The pain of the surgery must have been almost unbearable for the young boy, but he had made it through when men twice his age had given up. Roy’s admiration for the younger alchemist rose several notches. This was going to be a formidable man when he reached his maturity. Roy was glad he was going to be instrumental in forming the young man’s future. Then the supple body seduced him away from those thoughts and he returned to the exploration of the delightful body that lay so trustingly under him.

The Colonel’s seductive mouth stopped at each one of the tempting nipples for a few moments, sucking gently, while his tongue teased and his teeth nibbled gently. Edward moaned softly, his hands reaching up to run through the short black hair that tickled his chest. The hair felt just as soft and silky as Ed had imagined it to be, to his delight. He sighed happily, running his fingers through Roy’s hair time and again.

Roy slid the pants down off of Edward’s narrow hips, his erection springing free, and one of Roy’s soft hands grasped it gently, gave a tug and slid up and down the entire length, his thumb caressing the tip, spreading the fluid that had gathered there in the slit. Ed gasped and his hips jerked at the feeling, but Roy pushed them back down with his free hand.

Then the seductive mouth made it’s way down to the whimpering teen’s belly button, eliciting a squeak and another jump from him. Roy smiled to himself. Edward was going to be a very vocal lover, by the signs of it, and very sensitive and responsive one, more so then any of the girls he had been with lately. In contrast to Edward, they all seemed so insipid, so pale and anemic, so lacking in every way.

He finally got Edward's pants completely off and sat back to admire the slim body of the young alchemist. He was so beautiful, it made Roy ache inside, and he could hardly believe that this beautiful, young creature was willing to give himself up so completely to him. That he should be so lucky to possess Edward Elric. That Edward Elric wanted to be possessed by him, Roy Mustang. Roy moaned softly in his pleasure, a soft smile gracing his face.

Roy’s hands went back to their gentle exploration and soon he had Edward moaning and writhing, craving more and more of Roy’s fiery touches. Edward cried out his name in a soft, low voice that threatened to make the Colonel climax on the spot.

Then Roy’s mouth dropped down and his warm breath bathed the teens straining shaft, just before his hot mouth engulfed him. When his tongue ran up the thick vein on the underside and swirled around the tip, Edward cried out softly. When his mouth closed over him fully and Roy began to suck, one hand stroking the base in counterpoint, while the other gently massaged his velvety sac, Edward screamed.

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It had been quiet for so long in the Colonel’s office that Hawkeye had sent the rest of the staff home. She wasn’t quite certain of what was going on between the two in the office, but she was pretty sure the rest of the staff didn’t need to hear any of it if it got loud. When she heard the first soft moans, she started to gather her papers together, preparing to leave for the day. At the sound of the scream, she wrote a note to the Colonel, pinned it to the door and left the office, knowing she didn’t want to hear any more. She just hoped that Edward wasn’t giving himself away too cheaply, but she had faith in her commanding officer that he would not betray the trust that the teen was putting in him. She only hoped that her Colonel knew just what he was getting himself into.

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Edward orgasmed almost immediately, but Roy expected that, the teen being so highly aroused and so inexperienced. Now, with the boy relaxed, they could move on, and it would be easier. He slid his own pants off, then lay down on the couch, his body half way on top of Edward's and brought his mouth down on the teen’s. Edward could taste the essence of himself coating Roy’s mouth. It was very strange, a bit bitter, but not entirely unpleasant. Edward kissed him back avidly, albeit awkwardly.

Roy pushed one of his legs between Edward's and let his hand slide down to the teen’s hip. Edward could feel the hot hardness of the Colonel’s arousal against his thigh as Roy pressed against him, humping against him softly. Edward's left hand slid down Roy’s sleek body, then between the two of them to grasp Roy’s erection with his questing hand. Roy moaned softly at the touch and turned so the teen could begin to stroke him gently. Edward was hesitant at first, but Roy covered the teen’s hand with his own strong hand and he showed Edward how to stroke him with a strong, firm grasp, how to spread the pre-cum dripping from the weeping slit to help ease the friction, bringing deep sighs from the older man.

With Edward's hand stroking more confidently now, Roy’s hand left and started it’s own questing journey to seek out the warm entrance to the teen’s body. When his fingers slid between the tight cheeks of Edward's firm bottom, the teen clenched down hard.

“Relax,” Roy laughed softly. “We can’t do this if you get all tight on me. I need to make sure you’re relaxed and stretched, so I don’t hurt you when I penetrate you.”

“You’re going to put this,” Edward indicated the throbbing cock he was caressing “inside of me? In my ass?”

“That’s usually how you make love to someone,” replied Roy, punctuating it with a kiss. “Don’t worry, I have a nice vial of scented oil that I’ve been saving just for you. That will help make the penetration easier.”

“You’ve been planning this for a while, have you?” Edward laughed up at him, relaxing somewhat.

“Not planning, hoping,” Roy corrected with another kiss. “I’ve been hoping that you would feel the same for me, that you wanted me as much as I’ve been wanting you, and that we could get together like this. I was very happy when you said that you wanted to be with me.”

“So, may I continue? You’re feeling really good to me right now,” Roy told the quivering teen.

“Sure, if you promise not to hurt me. That thing is huge. You expect to put all of that inside of me?” Edward asked, just a little apprehensively.

“Baby, I can’t promise it won’t hurt, because it will, at first. That’s why I need you to relax as much as you can and why I need to use my hand to get you ready, so I can put it in with as little pain as possible,” Roy explained. “I’ll be as gentle as I can be, and it will feel good, once you’re used to it. And I really want to make you feel good. I want this to be an extraordinary first experience. Can we try? If it hurts too badly, tell me and I’ll stop, but please, at least let me try to make love to you.”

“Alright,” Edward agreed, and gave himself up to the gentle touches and kisses once more.

Roy went back to his kissing and his gentle exploration, this time liberally slicking his fingers with the scented oil. He gently opened the teen’s legs and started to gently stroke the insides of his muscular thighs, reveling in the feel of the muscles moving under his hand.

He was going so slowly and taking so much more time then with any woman he had ever been with. He’d never spent so much time on foreplay or getting a woman to relax to his touch, but, then, none of them had ever been a very young virgin, either. They had all been experienced, to some degree. Roy had never dated virgins. That had always been his rule. But he was ecstatic that Edward was a virgin and he would be giving him his first time, and so was intent on doing it slow and easy. He didn’t want to hurt Edward. He wanted this blonde beauty to keep coming back to his bed. In Edward, he found the promise of someone who would be a match for him, a challenge, not someone who would just spread their legs unquestioningly. Edward Elric would always keep him on his toes. And he wanted to keep Edward Elric.

All this ran through his mind while his fingers gently massaged the tight muscles that guarded the opening to Ed's body. As he felt Edward relax a little under the gentle touch, he quickly slid a finger deep into the boy’s body. Ed's hips jerked and he gasped at the unexpected intrusion, but he didn’t protest, so Roy started to gently move his finger in and out of his passage. It was so warm and tight, and the promise of the delights in store brought a soft moan from Roy. He brought his mouth down to Ed's, his tongue gliding into the teen’s mouth, starting a playful game of tag, his tongue encouraging it’s playmate to follow it back into Roy’s mouth for some exploration of it’s own. Ed was eager to learn, letting the kiss take his mind off of what was happening to his behind as another finger joined the first.

He tensed a little, but soon relaxed, then jumped and screamed as the caressing fingers found the spongy little bundle of nerves hidden deep in his passage. The stroking on his prostrate caused him to see stars and sent the most wonderful sensations shooting down to his toes, leaving him gasping and panting. He thrust against Roy’s hand, wanting to feel it again, and Roy was glad to oblige him.
By the time he had a third finger inside, Edward was writhing and moaning, panting hard, and incoherent. He tried to speak, but could only make whimpering moans of pleasure. Roy was sure he was as stretched and ready as he could make him, and the boy was so turned on, he was certain that the pain of entry would be minimal, if he even felt it. Roy was certain that Edward had never had his body so highly aroused as it was right at this moment.

Edward looked gorgeous, a light sheen of sweat making his body shine, his eyes half closed, his head thrown back, mouth open in a throaty moan, and his long blond hair spilling down around his shoulders as he relaxed under the gentle motion of Roy’s hands. It seemed as he was ready, so Roy removed his fingers from the warmth of his passage, much to Ed's dismay and annoyance.

“Just a minute, let me get myself ready for you,” said Roy, with a kiss to his lover’s forehead as he applied the scented oil liberally to his hard cock. The sliding motion of his own hand on his aching erection made him realize how close he was to getting off. He would have to go slow, so as to achieve the greatest amount of pleasure for the both of them. He didn’t want to come too soon.

“Are you ready?” he asked softly, looking deeply into the soft golden eyes, searching for any sign of fear.

Ed only smiled and nodded. He wanted this. Roy guided himself to the tender opening and pressed against it firmly, the muscles resisting somewhat before starting to relent under the unyielding pressure. Ed gasped and tensed as the head of Roy’s cock started to breech the opening, forcing the muscles to give way.

“Relax, sweetheart, I can’t do it if you don’t relax. You have to let me in,” Roy whispered. He leaned forward and kissed Edward deeply, one hand running up to tease at Ed's returning erection, stroking it firmly several times bringing it back to hardness. That was enough to distract Ed momentarily, and Roy pushed abruptly, the head of his cock entered completely, sliding part way into the protesting passage. He stopped when Ed's fingers dug into the muscles of his arms.

Ed gasped, shaking and panting in his shock. It took him a few minutes before he was able to let Roy know he could continue. When he was ready once more, Roy pushed the rest of the into his body, sheathing himself completely in the blazing heat that was Edward Elric, then he lay quietly on Ed, resting on his elbows, giving him kisses and running his hands through the long blonde hair that fanned out around Ed's face.

The two lay quietly joined for a long time, kissing and hands caressing, Roy waiting for his young lover to be comfortable with the new sensation he was feeling of having his body filled by a lover. He was quite content to wait until Ed was ready. He had never considered his lovers needs and feeling so closely before. His women had always been eager to please him, and he’d had no need to bother about them being ready or how they were faring. It was enough that he was in them and moving as soon as possible. This was so different, this waiting on a lover to be ready. Roy thought he could actually like this.

“Is there more?” asked Ed, finally, between kisses.

“If you’re ready, I’ll show you,” said Roy and he started to move his hips, to thrust gently in Edward's tight, virgin body. What an exquisite feeling. None of the women had ever felt so tight or hot. Roy moaned softly and started to move faster.

Soon Ed was meeting his thrusts and Roy increased his pace and changed his angle. He hit Ed's sweet spot, aiming for it and hitting that sensitive bundle of nerves with unerring accuracy. At the first brush, stars burst in Ed's eyes like fireworks going off, and the sensation seemed to electrify his whole body. At the repeated encounters, his brain overloaded and he could only writhe and scream in his pleasure. As Roy guessed, he was very vocal during sex, not holding back his pleasure.

It seemed as if they had been going at it for such a long time, but in reality it had only been about 15 minutes. Roy felt that Ed had had enough for now, and so changed his pace and angle again, going for climax now.

“Edward, baby, I’m going to come soon. Do you want me to pull out of you?” Roy asked, panting heavily.

“No, in me, make me yours,” Ed moaned against Roy’s chest.

Just a few more deep strokes and Roy delivered his seed deep into Edward's straining body, the heat splashing the already highly stimulated nerves of his passage. Ed clamped down at the sensation and orgasmed at the same time, his seed bathing their skin. Roy collapsed on top of the boy as the waves of passion broke over him, and Ed's arms tightened around him, holding him close. Roy’s mouth sought Ed's, kissing him deeply and passionately.

After a couple of minutes, regaining some of his breath, he pulled out of Ed's body and rolled to his back, pulling Ed up to lie on top of him, caressing the sweaty blond hair away from his face. Edward snuggled down into his arms, content to rest quietly while Roy’s hands continued to stroke his flushed body.

“That was really nice,” the boy murmured sleepily.

“It was,” Roy agreed. “Very nice. I’m glad that you enjoyed it. I want to be able to make you feel that way all of the time.”

“Anytime you want. I belong to you, if you want me,” replied Ed.

“Of course I want you. I’d be crazy not to,” said Roy, stroking his hair back from his face tenderly. “But we can’t tell anyone. We need to keep this just between us.”

“I know,” said Ed. “I wouldn’t want to share this with anyone, anyway. I don’t think they’d understand. But I want to see you whenever I come back.”

“Whenever you are here, you will be my one and only,” Roy promised him.

“Will you wait for me? Always? No mater what?” asked the boy, pain and sadness showing in his soft eyes.

“Edward, I will wait for you until the end of time,” Roy vowed.

“I’ll remember that,” Edward smiled, then kissed his lover. “Please, can you make love to me again before I have to go?”

“Of course,” said Roy. “When do you leave?”

“Tomorrow morning,” said Ed.

Roy didn’t answer, just dropped his mouth down to Ed neck, leaving a mark where the collar of his coat would just cover it. His mark on the body of his FullMetal. Then his mouth and hands began to explore the slim, supple body again. The feel of the silky skin once more arousing his desire and it wasn’t long before he was ready to take his pleasure from the boy again. Edward was once again moaning and writhing under his hands and Roy knew they were both ready.

“Turn over, Edward, on your knees. Yes, like that. Good,” Roy instructed, moving behind the boy. “It should be a lot easier this time, you’re still stretched and wet. Ready?”

Ed nodded and Roy gently sheathed himself completely in the slippery passage. He began to thrust easily, and reached under the teen to grasp his once again his fully aroused cock, stroking it in counterpoint to the thrusts. In almost no time at all, Ed orgasmed again, his hot seed spilling over Roy’s hand and onto the couch.

Roy brought his wet, sticky hand up to the boy’s mouth and Ed licked and sucked eagerly at his fingers, cleaning the essence of himself off of Roy’s hand. Roy moaned deeply, the erotic sensation burying itself deeply in his brain, causing it to shut down. He brought his hand back to Ed's hip so he could get a good grasp on the teen and began a long, steady stroking that kept rubbing over Edward's sweet spot. The teen bucked under him, meeting his thrusts, screaming and crying out in his pleasure. Roy felt himself nearing climax and increased his tempo. Ed screamed out his name, then just screamed. He arched back against Roy and Roy thrust hard one last time, once more emptying his seed into the warm, willing body. He let the boy slid off of himself, then sat back to pull the shaking, young teen into his arms, kissing him gently.

“Edward? Are you alright? Did I hurt you?” Roy asked, concerned.

“No, no. It was… amazing. I… I couldn’t think. I could only feel. I could only feel you. Oh, Roy, I’m scared,” said Edward. “What is this feeling? I don’t understand.”

“Well, some people might call it love,” said Roy, slowly.

“Love? I don’t know if I’m ready for love,” said Ed, shakily.

“Well, we’ll just wait for love, then. For now, you and I will just work on being together, like this, whenever we can, and later, if we want to, we can think about it being more, alright?” asked Roy gently.

“But in the meantime, you won’t go and fall in love with someone else, will you? ‘Cos if I thought you’d leave me for someone else, I guess I’d just be really, really sad,” said Ed, a tear in his eye.

“No, you don’t have to worry about me falling in love with anyone else. Those others, they mean absolutely nothing. You are what is important to me and I will miss you every day that you’re gone, and I’ll be here, waiting for you to come back to me,” Roy smiled and sealed this vow to his lover’s heart with a tender kiss.

“I guess I’d better go now. Al’s going to wonder what’s happened,” said Ed, gathering his clothes. “Roy, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I’m not going to let you forget your promise to me.”

“Don’t worry, FullMetal, I never forget a promise,” said Roy, helping Ed to clean up and to dress, then took him home, sending him on his way to his room with a long, lingering kiss.

Ah, Roy thought to himself, finally a lover that offers a challenge and some substance, but won’t be around enough to be overwhelming. What a wonderful thing.

Edward made his tired way into the dorms in the still of the night, happy and glowing. He never did tell Al what he and Colonel Mustang talked about for so long, no matter how much Al tried to pry it out of him, saying only that they worked some things out. Al, however, had his suspicions, though he kept them to himself.

They left the next morning and life went on much as usual, Ed still carping about having to report to the cold-hearted bastard Colonel Mustang every time they went to headquarters, but somehow, it just wasn’t quite the same any more. Al just smiled knowingly to himself. Visits to headquarters didn’t seem quite so trying any more, somehow, although nothing that involved Edward Elric could ever really be easy.

Then, two years later, they made the break through they needed and Edward left to do the transformation, as Roy and Hawkeye left to do battle with Pride. They met one last time, just before all hell broke loose. Edward had time for one last word to his lover as they went their separate ways to accomplish their necessary tasks.

“You’ll wait?” he asked, his heart in his eyes.

“Till the end of time,” replied his lover, touching his cheek gently and they parted.

It should have all worked perfectly, he had planned it out and worked it down to the last detail, but somehow, somewhere, something didn’t work out quite right. The Elric misfortune struck once more.

Alphonse got his body back, but it was his eleven year old body, with only the memories of what had happened in those eleven years before the awful, fateful night they tried to bring back their mother. All of his memories of the work, the studies and the heartaches of the last five years were gone. Along with Edward. Gone through the gate.

When Roy Mustang was told that the younger Elric brother had been rescued, but that there was no trace to be found of the elder Elric brother, he locked himself in his office for an entire day, refusing to speak to anyone. Lieutenant Hawkeye guarded his privacy and his right to mourn his unnamed lover fiercely, allowing no intrusions from anyone.

Standing at the window as the sun set in a blood-red sky, Roy Mustang swore: “Edward Elric, I will wait for you. I will wait until the end of time, if need be, until you come back to me. I love you, Edward Elric, and I miss you.” A tear trickled down his face from his single eye to punctuate his vow.

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