Because You Won't
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Because You Won't
Title: Because You Won't
Author: Saraste
Series: manga
Word Count: 258
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Roy, Ed
Summary: There are things you get to do and things you don't...
Prompt: week #31, second person POV at fma_fanfic_contest
Warnings: angst, thoughts of a homoerotic nature, attraction to a young man
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters who were merely hijacked for fanfictional purposes. No Alchemists were hurt in the making of this fic.
A/N: I've never written 2nd person pov. But I saw the prompt and decided to give it a go since an idea popped into my head. This isn't shota per say, as Ed is 16, albeit still a minor. Also, it's mostly in Roy's head. Has no spoilers about the end of the series, as written in late 2009.
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You envy that youth. It seems wasted on a soul so seemingly old, older than yours. Yet it is so innocent, you see a glimpse of it in those eyes, those golden eyes of his. And it is that innocence that you really covet. Because you want to besmirch it. Wipe off the grin, make those eyes wide, make them see you, the real you, make him gasp and plead.
But you know he won't do any of those things.
Because you won't. You won't stoop so low. You won't abandon your own code, won't abandon the way you think. Won't lay a hand on something so pure, won't break him any more than what he already has been.
And in dark moments you still want to, so badly.
That is why you put up that face, hold up the animosity with him, keep your distance. You don't want him to get too close. Holding him away is the only option. You won't get to touch that golden hair, feel it's ruffled silk under your fingers, feel it sizzle at your touch. Because it would be wrong. You don't get to kiss that pulse as his temper rises, wipe off that frown, make that predictable tirade into a gasp, swallow his rant. Bend him over your desk and do depraved things...
You do deserve to be called a bastard by him. Even if he doesn't know. Doesn't know how low you want to go. How much you want to defile him.
How much you want to hurt him.
Author: Saraste
Series: manga
Word Count: 258
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Roy, Ed
Summary: There are things you get to do and things you don't...
Prompt: week #31, second person POV at fma_fanfic_contest
Warnings: angst, thoughts of a homoerotic nature, attraction to a young man
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters who were merely hijacked for fanfictional purposes. No Alchemists were hurt in the making of this fic.
A/N: I've never written 2nd person pov. But I saw the prompt and decided to give it a go since an idea popped into my head. This isn't shota per say, as Ed is 16, albeit still a minor. Also, it's mostly in Roy's head. Has no spoilers about the end of the series, as written in late 2009.
* * * * * *
You envy that youth. It seems wasted on a soul so seemingly old, older than yours. Yet it is so innocent, you see a glimpse of it in those eyes, those golden eyes of his. And it is that innocence that you really covet. Because you want to besmirch it. Wipe off the grin, make those eyes wide, make them see you, the real you, make him gasp and plead.
But you know he won't do any of those things.
Because you won't. You won't stoop so low. You won't abandon your own code, won't abandon the way you think. Won't lay a hand on something so pure, won't break him any more than what he already has been.
And in dark moments you still want to, so badly.
That is why you put up that face, hold up the animosity with him, keep your distance. You don't want him to get too close. Holding him away is the only option. You won't get to touch that golden hair, feel it's ruffled silk under your fingers, feel it sizzle at your touch. Because it would be wrong. You don't get to kiss that pulse as his temper rises, wipe off that frown, make that predictable tirade into a gasp, swallow his rant. Bend him over your desk and do depraved things...
You do deserve to be called a bastard by him. Even if he doesn't know. Doesn't know how low you want to go. How much you want to defile him.
How much you want to hurt him.