The Heart of the Mustang

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: Edward is back from beyond the gate, but something is driving him and he can’t seem to settle down, no matter how hard Al and Winry try. Ed has secrets he can’t tell anyone. Sequel to At Fifteen.

Rating: NC-17

Warning Codes: angst, m/m, anal, oral, language, some minor violence, h/c, waff, yaoi, wip,

Pairings: RoyxEd

Author’s note: This story is set several years after Ed returns thru the gate. Al and Winry want him to come home, find a nice girl and settle down, but Ed has other plans. But he can’t seem to tell Al and Winry the truth of his situation. And something is driving him and he can’t confide in Roy about that, either. Ed is just full of secrets.

Feedback is appreciated. Your feedback is your gift to me. My gift to you is the story. I hope that you have enjoy reading it. Any comments left are welcome.
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My thanks to Amethyst-eyed Koneko for the wonderful feedback. I hope this makes you feel better about Roy and Ed's pain. (the ending made me cry, too.)
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The Heart of the Mustang

Part I

It had been a long, arduous process and had taken him many years of dedicated study, but, at the age of twelve, he had followed in his brothers footsteps and become a state alchemist and a dog of the military. With access to all of the military’s vast store of records, and the information gleaned and recorded so painstakingly by the older brother he didn’t remember throughout the years that he and Edward had searched for the philosophers stone that he couldn’t recall, Alphonse Elric had finally done it. Or at least, half of it. At the precise moment, Edward, in whatever world that the gate had thrown him into, also stood ready, having made his own plans and preparations over the years. The two had come together almost as if choreographed, completing the two parts of the whole needed to bring back the wayward elder Elric brother.

But, to his mind, he had brought Edward back. Albeit, a much older Edward, but Edward none the less, complete with the need for the auto-mail that Alphonse didn’t know that Ed needed. He couldn’t fix that. But that was something Winry could and did fix for him, even though it pained Al. He had tried so hard not to show it, focusing only on the fact that he had accomplished what he had set out to do, and done it successfully.

It had seemed to take so long to Alphonse. The work was tiring and seemed never-ending, but that was mostly due to the fact that he had reverted back to his original age of 11, the age that he had been before the beginning of the horrible nightmare that had almost consumed his brother and himself, forgetting everything that had come to pass during the long, grueling years he had spent as a soul affixed to a suit of iron pursuing the philosopher’s stone with his brother. He had to relearn everything, and then he had to decipher all of Ed's cryptic notes before he could attempt to bring Ed back, and he’d only had himself to rely on. No one else could have ever possibly understood just exactly what he had needed to relearn and understand completely before he was ready to undertake this bold and dangerous gamble.

During that original search, Ed had had Al himself to help shoulder the burden, although Ed had tried to claim the lion’s share of the blame he perceived to be rightfully his when they made the failed attempt to bring back their mother. Alphonse sorely missed having another person to share the rigors with, but had carried on unflaggingly.

And he had done it. Brought back his older brother that he missed and loved so much. But it wasn’t at all easy living with this older Edward, this Edward he didn’t really know, this very much changed Edward, and soon Alphonse found himself being left behind with Winry, with whom he had become very close over the years that he had spent without Ed. Winry had become the rock that he had leaned on when he felt the enormity of the task threatening to overwhelm him. She had been there for him faithfully, and she was still there for him, sharing his confusion when Ed had declared he was leaving, that he needed to get away and search for answers to questions that he refused to share with his brother, that he needed to be free and that they were suffocating him.

And so, Ed had gone back to the military, back to Roy Mustang, a man he claimed to dislike immensely, but couldn’t seem to stay away from. He had gone back to the only other life and people he had ever know. The only ones that would allow him to feel free to pursue the course he had set for himself. And the military, in the form of Brigadier General Roy Mustang, took him on as a special civilian consultant, with full military privileges and access to all military records facilities and libraries.

Alphonse couldn’t understand it, but Ed just couldn’t seem to settle down. He couldn’t seem to stay in one place. He seemed to feel the need to keep moving constantly. Maybe it was all due to their younger years, when Ed had been a dog of the military, maybe it was all of the time he had been gone. Whatever it was, he wouldn’t stay home. He would come home, stay just long enough for Winry to give his auto mail a tune up, then be gone again, like the wind.

He rarely spoke of those missing years, saying only that they had been long and lonely, filled with study as he tried to find a way to get back home. He never mentioned anyone that he might have gotten close to, or talked about anything that he did. He never really said anything about it at all, and, if anyone asked, he politely ignored them.

But once he was home, he still hadn’t seem to want to get close to anyone, to open up to anyone.

Alphonse married Winry when he turned 18, a year after Ed returned. Edward was twenty-four. He had come home for the wedding, but refused to stay for more then a day, choosing instead to return to the military headquarters.

Now, Alphonse and Winry had two daughters, the oldest almost three, and Edward was coming back. They had finally gotten him to agree to come home. Now, if only they could just get him to stay for a short while, they were sure they could convince him to stay permanently, find a nice girl, get married and settle down. At least he had said he would come home to see them.

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Ed was tired. It had been a long, worthless trip, another dead end. Now he was arriving back at Central Headquarters to report to the Brigadier General.

“Hello, Edward. Welcome back,” said Lieutenant Colonel Riza Hawkeye, looking up at the young man who had just walked in.

“Hello, Colonel. Is the General in?” Ed asked in a tired voice.

“Yes. He’s been waiting for you,” she replied. “Go on in.”

He nodded his thanks to her as he went in to the office.

“Lock it,” came a curt voice from behind the desk.

“Hello to you, too,” replied Ed as he complied, then walked over to flop tiredly on the soft leather couch.

He sighed deeply as warm hands came down on his neck and started to massage gently, moving across his tense shoulders. His eyes closed as he started to relax, and he made a small noise of contentment, letting his head fall back with a soft sigh.

He opened his golden eyes to look up into the one dark eye that was looking down at him, and he smiled as a pair of expressive lips came down to claim his in a deep kiss, a warm tongue meeting his in a gentle caress.

“I missed you, Edward,” said Roy, walking around to sit next to the young man. “You stay away far too long.”

“I’m sorry. I got so tied up, I didn’t realize how long it had been,” Ed apologized.

“No, don’t be sorry. I know you were working,” said Roy.

“But I missed you, too, Roy. It’s been too long, and I’m tired of being away, but I need to keep searching,” said Ed, snuggling against Roy contentedly, the general’s strong arm pulling him close.

“Are you too tired to go get something to eat before we go home?” Roy asked.
“Maybe if I could just relax for a few minutes. This feels really nice. You have no idea how much I miss this,” Ed sighed. “It’s so much nicer to relax with someone I love and not in some cold, empty room by myself.”

Roy’s arm tightened around him and he pulled Edward close for another long, lingering kiss, tongues once again caressing and playing gently together. His free hand slid up to caress Ed’s chest, moving up to slide into his long blonde hair, pulling out the band that held the ponytail that had replaced the braid of his youth, and he ran his hand through the long mass of hair.

“You know,” Roy murmured into his ear as they broke for air, ”you may not get dinner at this rate.”

“Then we’d better go now, I guess,” Ed laughed, pulling away, shaking out his hair. Roy always liked his hair loose.

Roy laughed with him, and, with an arm around his shoulder, escorted him from his office.

“We’re going to eat, then we’re going home, Colonel,” Roy told Hawkeye. “I’ll be late coming in tomorrow.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied with a slight smile on her face.

Roy was always late to work on the mornings after Edward came home. The two would never openly admit to the fact that Ed lived with Roy when he was at headquarters, but everybody in the office knew it, while politely turning a blind eye. While the two had never really tried to hide the fact of their relationship, they were very discrete, because it wouldn’t do to have it publicly bruited about that Brigadier General Mustang was sleeping with the FullMetal Alchemist.

They walked out in a companionable silence, Ed, his hair falling softly around his face and down to the middle of his back, his hands in his pockets, very casually, and Roy, hands behind his back, a slightly satisfied smirk on his face. No one bother them with any last minute questions or problems, knowing better then to disturb the Brigadier when he was on his way out with his younger lover.

They walked down to WuFei’s, a place that Roy often got food from when he worked late because of the convenience, but the food there was good and plentiful, and Ed was hungry. Roy ate lightly from the dishes they ordered, smiling at how ravenously Ed attacked the food. That was one thing that had never changed about Ed. He always had a good appetite. When he had eaten as much as he could, he sat back with a happy sigh.

“That was great. Thanks. That’s the best I’ve had to eat in a while,” Ed said, smiling lazily.

“How about a drink before we go home?” Roy suggested. “There’s a nice little pub on the way.”

“Sure, sounds good to me,” Ed agreed.

Roy paid the bill, then the two walked slowly along the avenue, not speaking. They arrived at the small pub and Roy led Edward to a dark booth at the back, settling his happy blonde lover in the corner.

“What would you gentlemen like to drink tonight,” asked the saucy young waitress, recognizing Roy as a regular patron who often flirted mildly with her, batting her eyes at him expectantly.

“Edward?” asked Roy, turning his dark, smiling eye on him. “I’m just going to have a beer.”

“Beer is good, Roy. Whatever you’re having,” Ed replied.

“Two beers, if you please,” said Roy without a hint of flirtation for the somewhat disappointed girl, looking only at Ed.

“Another conquest for the Mustang?” inquired Ed, watching the girl stalk off.

“No, just a mild flirtation,” replied Roy. “You know I only have eyes for you.”

“I know you’re at no loss for bed partners, if you want them, stud,” retorted Ed, cheekily.

“Jealous?” asked Roy.

“No, because I know it’s me that you love, and they don’t mean a thing to you, no matter how many of them still try to crawl into your bed,” Ed replied.

“You’re right, it’s you that I love. I just wish that you were here more often. My bed is cold and I get lonely with out you, but none of them have managed to crawl their way into it yet, though they keep trying. It’s hard to fight them off, sometimes, especially the persistent ones,” Roy confessed.

Ed just smiled and blew him a little kiss. Roy was just reaching for the young man with a gleam of anticipation in his eye when a mug of beer smacked down on the table in front of him, slopping a little on the table top. It was quickly followed by a second, then the girl whirled away before Roy could speak.

“I think maybe she’s jealous?” Ed asked casually. “One of the persistent ones?”

“Umm. Should I give her something to be jealous about?” asked Roy, reaching out a hand to run it through Ed’s long, blonde hair.

“Remember, you have to live with your actions here, Brigadier,” Ed reminded him gently.

“Then, I guess I need to wait until we get home to do this, right?” asked Roy softly, pulling Edward’s face close to his to give him a long, lingering kiss, his tongue slipping in to caress Edward’s lovingly.

“Oh, yeah,” sighed Ed, breathlessly, leaning back against the bench. “We definitely need to wait till we get home to do that.”

And Roy sank into another long, deep kiss with him, this time his hands doing a little wandering on Ed’s body.

“Ah, maybe we should drink our beer and go?” Roy suggested, passion glowing in his one dark eye, as they came up for air.

“Yeah, I think so,” Ed agreed, licking his kiss swollen lips. “Otherwise…”

“Otherwise…” Roy concurred, downing his beer in one long, breathless swallow.

Ed’s followed, although a little more slowly, and Roy tossed some bills on the table, then hurried his young lover out into the dark of the night.

There was a dark alley near by and Roy abruptly pulled Ed into it for some more passionate kissing and some gratuitous groping.
Roy was so hard it hurt and he rubbed against Ed, feeling his answering arousal, while his hands ran up under Ed’s shirt, caressing his bare flesh. Ed moaned and writhed against him, gasping for breath, almost whimpering in his need. After a few minutes, Roy got his passion somewhat under control and then continued to pull Edward towards his house.

After one more brief stop for a little more kissing and groping, they finally found themselves at Roy’s front door. It was a bit of a struggle, but Roy finally managed to get the door unlocked without once breaking from the kiss he was consuming Edward with.

As the door flew open, they all but fell in, Roy slamming up against the wall, Ed pinning him there with another kiss. Somehow, Roy got the key out, slammed the door and locked it, then dropped the keys to the floor.

Bits and pieces of uniform and clothing littered the hallway as they made their way to the bedroom. Roy stripped the remaining items of clothing off the both of them quickly, then pushed a panting Ed back onto the king sized bed.

Roy’s hands slid down his lover’s naked body and his tongue left a streak of fire as it blazed it’s way down Ed's chest, across his stomach down to his hard, pulsing cock. It had been so long since Ed had sex, that when Roy’s mouth engulfed him quickly and fully, sucking and licking the highly aroused young man, he reached his peak quickly, coming hard, screaming Roy’s name, hands clutching the mass of silky black hair.

Roy removed his mouth just as Ed climaxed, letting the hot seed fill his hand. Too aroused to be bother to look for proper lubrication, Roy used the fluids from Ed's own body to allow him access to Ed's tight ass. Edward screamed his pleasure at the feeling of Roy’s invading fingers, and thrust himself hard against the wet hand, meeting it’s every thrust with an unabandoned frenzy.

He almost cried when Roy withdrew his fingers, but the feeling of Roy’s hard cock, so thick and massive, now wet with Edward's own seed, pressing against him made him raise his hips to accept the initial thrust. Roy sheathed himself completely with one hard push against the muscular opening, and Ed gasped, a spasm of pain crossing his face momentarily.

Then Roy slowed the frenzy of their love making for the moment, leaning forward to kiss Ed deeply while the young man reaccustom himself to the feeling of having his lover inside of himself once again. It had been entirely too long, but the kisses soothed him. When Roy felt the tight muscles of Ed’s ass start to relax, he began to move slowly, and soon Ed was moving his hips to meet Roy’s thrusts.

Then Roy resumed his frenzy, his kisses deepening, his lovemaking becoming more demanding. And Edward answered his every move, giving himself completely, his legs rising up to wrap around the back of Roy’s thighs, pulling him in farther and demanding him harder. And Roy did his best to oblige his lover, proving the strength and stamina of the Mustang, bringing Ed back to arousal once more as he repeatedly caressed the sweet spot within his body, sending waves of sensations pulsing through Ed's body, washing over him like a tidal wave. Roy’s hand slid down between their tightly enmeshed bodies to grasp Ed's straining cock and started to stroke him in time to his thrusts, sending him over the edge, crashing and burning as he screamed in orgasm again, clenching so tightly around Roy that he almost couldn’t move within Ed at all. When Edward was no more then a trembling mass of post-orgasmic flesh, Roy allow himself to finally reached his own climax, with a few final hard thrusts, filling his young lover’s channel with his searing hot seed, then collapsing on top of him.

Many long moments later, Roy untangled himself from Ed, pulled free from his body and rolled off of him, pulling Ed into his arms to cuddle in the afterglow of their sexual excess.

“That was awesome,” Roy whispered against Ed's sweat drenched brow. “God, I missed you so much.”

His only answer was a satisfied sigh from Edward and a nuzzling against his neck as Ed seemed unable to speak for the moment. Roy reached over, pulled a heavy blanket over their two sweat glistening bodies and sighed himself at the satisfaction he felt. No one ever made him feel quite the way Edward did. Roy tipped his chin up and kissed the sated blonde on his sleepy lips, then let his own eyes close, sleep claiming them both.

When he awoke several hours later, slightly cramped from not moving, needing the relief of the bathroom and feeling the dried residue from their lovemaking still on his body, Roy was at first a bit confused, then pleased to remember that the warm bundle that clung to him was none other then his beloved Edward.

Roy relieved himself, cleaned up a bit, checked the time then headed back to the warmth of his bed, hoping that perhaps Ed was awake and ready to go another round. Feeling the stirring in his groin that thoughts of his blond beauty caused let him know that the stallion was ready to be let out of his stall again.

Roy slid under the heavy blanket to spoon up against Ed's back and let one hand slide up from the curve of Ed's hip to the nape of his neck, brushing aside the heavy hair to give his lips the freedom to roam across the tender skin.

Ed stirred, then rolled over lazily, bumping the full front of his slender body up against Roy’s in the process. His golden eyes opened sleepily and he yawned cutely, stretching sensuously against Roy. Roy could feel Ed's arousal brushing against his own and became immediately hard and ready for action.

“Well?” asked Ed, a challenging gleam in his eyes.

“So, ah, do you think, ah…” Roy faltered as the eyes, looking deeply into his own, totally disarmed him.

“What? You want me to do it for you?” asked Ed, coyly. “Then roll over on your back, stud.”

Roy moaned softly as Ed's hand closed over his erection and started to stroke it gently but firmly, and he rolled obligingly to his back, pulling Ed over on top of himself.

“This time, we use proper lube, alright?” said Ed, straddling his hips. “Where’s it at? On top of the nightstand?”

Roy nodded and Edward found the vial of scented oil and laughed a little, then uncapped it and poured out a generous portion of the sweet smelling stuff to anoint Roy’s hard, straining cock.

“Down, boy. Take it easy,” Ed joked as Roy’s cock jumped at his touch. “Looks like the Mustang’s a little skittish tonight. Guess he hasn’t been ridden for a while, huh? Well, I’ll just have to take care of that, won’t I?”

In the soft darkness of the bedroom, outlined only by the silvery light of the full moon shining in the window, Edward rose above Roy’s waiting cock and eased his body down, encompassing it within the soft, warm, flesh of his body. He let out a long sigh and a soft moan as the massive shaft filled him.

Roy’s hands went to Ed's hips and he lay quietly, willing to let the younger man take the lead for this round of love play. He liked it when Ed was feeling aggressive and assertive.

And besides, Ed just looked so damned beautiful, his long blonde hair falling around his shoulders, his pale body glowing in the moonlight, his eyes half closed and his face so soft from the feeling he was getting from Roy being deep inside his body. It made Roy’s heart ache just to look at him. If there was ever one perfectly beautiful moment, this surely must be it. Roy’s love for the young man was overwhelming at the moment, and his only wish was that Edward would decide to stay here with him forever.

“I love you, Edward,” Roy murmured, almost inaudibly. Edward, his golden god, just smiled at him so beautifully, then began to move his hips. And their love splashed back down from the high, rarefied air of the esoteric, back into the material plane of the mundane world, and once again became the expression of physical passion.

But the moment lived on in both long past the climax, long beyond the afterglow, burned deeply into their respective hearts, and at that moment the two were one and were happy.

Ed collapsed forward on Roy as Roy’s hand brought him to orgasm, then Roy rolled them both until Ed was under him once more and he continued his love making, soft and slow, until they were both exhausted once more and slipped back into a warm comfortable sleep.


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