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Shower of Affection	By : Alima8314 Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male > Roy/Ed Views: 2631 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Shower of Affection
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- Shower of Affection -

- An FMA 'Quickie' -

Disclaimer: I don't make any money from anything I write. In fact, I often lose money because I have to buy research material. Research material being the manga, the anime, and my internet connection.

A/N: Yaoi. Oneshot. Restored!Al. AU-ish. Pseudo-PWP. Not Elricest. The fight they had was sibling rivalry in nature. I don't know where this came from, and it's not the quickie I thought it would be. I was just sitting at the keyboard, and before I knew it, there was the beginning of this story. It started out as a quickie, but then a plot showed up unexpectedly. This story took me three years to write, as life kept getting in my way, and this story ended up laying forgotten on my hard drive for a while. I know the hidden bathroom in Mustang's office probably doesn't make much sense, but I like it, and it kind of makes sense to me, for reason listed within the body of the story. It was a good excuse. I mean, I couldn't have Roy and Ed having relations in the dorm showers. Please, R&R! Don't read this story if you don't like male/male sexual situations. Flames will be shared publicly among my friends and laughed at.

Special Thanks To: xfacexthisx (go read her stories here on FFnet!) for looking this over for me and helping me with the title.

Pairing(s): Current Roy/Ed, Past Roy/a lot of other people (hahahaha)

Synopsis: Yaoi. Roy/Ed. A week after a bitter argument with his younger brother, Edward finally turns to Colonel Roy Mustang for support... and a free shower. However, both alchemists will get more than they had bargained for.

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It was about eleven o'clock on a Thursday morning, and Roy Mustang glanced at Edward Elric, who was standing in front on his desk, looking at the cluttered desktop. The teen looked terrible. His hair was a greasy mess, there were bags under his dull amber eyes, and his clothes looked like they had not been washed in a week or more. "Fullmetal?" he growled flatly, for the boy was interrupting his work.

The blond looked up at the sound of his military handle, and the colonel could see what looked to be dried tear tracks running through the fine coat of grime on his face. Roy furrowed his brow in thought. "Is everything all right?" he asked, his tone much softer. He hadn't expected the young alchemist to slink quietly into his office, but he had to admit that it was a pleasant change from the way he usually charged in. Today was Thursday, and Edward, who usually gave his reports, either over the phone or in person, on Fridays, was a day early. This deviation from normalcy caused Mustang to raise a mental eyebrow. However, thinking back, he recalled that he didn’t see Edward last week, either.

However, taking in how disheveled Edward looked, he automatically assumed the worst thing of which he could think. "Is Al okay?" Only something having to do with Alphonse could put Edward into such a state as he was in right now.

Ed cleared his throat and simply nodded, apparently not trusting his voice to speak. The older man watched Ed as he shuffled his feet and looked anywhere but at him. “We had a fight,” he said quietly after a moment or two of oppressive silence.

"Edward," Mustang said, his tone neutral. Obviously, this was something personal, so he dropped the formalities and titles. "Please, have a seat." He gestured toward the couch that sat in the middle of the office.

The teen turned and looked at the couch behind him. It looked tempting, but he knew how dirty he was, and he didn't want to soil the fine leather of the couch. "I'm fine," he lied. He wasn't fine. He wanted to take a long hot shower, eat lunch, and curl up in a ball and die in some hole. The fight he had with Al was the worst yet, and it made Al go back to Resembool for a while. After his younger brother had left, Ed thought about the things that had been said and realized that he was in the wrong. He felt bad for chasing his little brother off, but he hadn't worked up the courage yet to call the Rockbell's to apologize to Al. They had fought over something petty, regarding Ed's most recent skirmish with some locals during his latest mission. "Al went home."

Roy blinked. That simple statement spoke volumes about the current state of affairs. He knew Edward hated being alone for extended periods of time, due to the abandonment issues he had yet to deal with, so his brother's departure must have hurt him in the worst way. In all the time he had known them, the Elric brothers had never been separated from each other for more than two days at a time.

"However, as he was leaving, he said he'd probably be coming back next week."

Mustang folded his hands on his desk. "When did he leave?"

"Last week. Friday," the blond answered, flippantly.

Roy nodded once, then sighed and glared at Edward. "Why didn't you call me sooner? Look at yourself. You look awful. Have you been sleeping in a gutter?"

Edward frowned and ignored the question. He was unused to the older man sounding concerned over his well-being, and it made him feel anxious. Usually, Mustang’s concern came from any potential collateral damage Edward might cause during his travels. His eyes darted around the room. "Do you have a private restroom or something in your office?"

"Yes. Why?" Mustang stared at the teen, wondering why he would ask such an off-the-wall question.

"Does it have a shower in it? I know you stay late or even spend the night here sometimes. I can't see you going to the dorms to shower. Don’t try to deny it."

Roy met the challenge in the golden eyes with his own black eyes for a moment before he nodded curtly, annoyed with Edward's tone and insinuation. "It has a small stall, yes."

Edward lowered his gaze, hiding a light blush behind his bangs. "Can I use it?" He asked quietly.

“Is that why you’re here? I mean, I don’t mind, but...” Roy raised an eyebrow questioningly. "What's wrong with the dorm showers?"

"They're too public..." It sounded lame, even to his own ears. "I..." He fidgeted for a minute before continuing. "I don't really know why I'm here. I guess this place is just... Familiar? Safe?" Edward shrugged and lowered his head further and looked intently at the floor. "Because you're here," he spoke so quietly, it was as if he were merely mouthing the words. "You know me, you know what I’m like, and you know how to not take me too seriously."

"Hmmm... I'll let you use it, but are you going to put dirty clothes on a clean body when you're finished?" he asked, shaking his head at the honest, if vague, answer, the colonel stood, beckoning for Edward to follow him. While they walked the few feet that separated the large desk from the wall, Mustang mused about Ed's current behavior. Al's abrupt departure had obviously left Edward reeling and vulnerable, though a stranger would not have noticed. The only other time the colonel had seen Edward acting anything like this was when he had first met him, wheelchair-bound and apathetic. He reached out and rested his hand on the smooth wood of the wall, and stood a moment studying the teen. He couldn't help but feel a nearly overwhelming surge of sympathy for his youngest subordinate. He took a deep breath, trying to dispel the feeling and raked his eyes over the teen's body, taking in the amount of filth he was caked with. Now that he had truly become aware of how unclean the boy was, he found himself secretly glad the boy had not taken a seat on the couch.

"Don't worry, I'll use alchemy to wash my clothes while I'm in the shower. I mean, I’ve done it before when traveling," Ed answered with an arrogance he didn't really feel. "Please?"

Roy made a disgusted face as he pulled open the door. One would not have noticed the door if they did not know it was there and what to look for. There were times when members of Mustang's crew used it, and Hawkeye appreciated the fact that Mustang was not able to escape his work, using the excuse of 'having to go to the bathroom.' "All right, but I want an explanation once you're done. I especially want to know why you felt the need to shun the dorm showers."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I already told you, there are too many people there. Besides, I am here now, not at the dorms," the teen huffed as he peeked inside the door Roy pulled open. Edward had only heard rumors about Mustang's 'secret' bathroom, so he asked about it. The room was smaller than he thought it would be. Upon his examination, he figured that Major Armstrong would fit there about eight times, with little room to spare. However, there was plenty of headroom. The sink was on the wall above the toilet tank, and the toilet itself was tiny. Well, not so small as to collapse if anyone sat on it, but Edward had never seen one so small. The toilets in the cities were much different from the toilets he had grown up with, and he decided he liked city toilets better.

Mustang saw the thought playing across the teen's face. "Look, it's perfectly Edward-size," he smirked.

"Who are you calling so small..." Edward cried, waving his arms halfheartedly, his voice lacking its normal pitch and volume. "That... he needs... a bath... room... the size of... a... closet?" he ended quietly, panting and lowering his arms. He sighed and dropped his gaze to the floor. The young alchemist wasn't feeling well, and had not been since Al left for Resembool to cool off. All he wanted was for Mustang to leave him alone for now and he wanted the excuse of a shower so he could cry in peace.

The dark-haired man pressed the back of his hand to Edward's forehead. The teen's rant had died quickly, and to Roy's ears, it sounded like Edward was holding back some rather strong emotions. Whatever was bothering the boy was pretty severe. "Are you all right?" he asked, feeling a wave of almost parental concern for the teen wash over him. “Is there anything you want to talk about?”

"I'm fine. Just... I want a shower. I feel gross," the blond shrugged off the hand and stomped into the room. Once inside, he glanced around, looking for the shower. "Where...?"

The colonel saw the teen's confusion and stepped in behind him. "The shower is right here," he explained as he pulled open a panel in the wall, exposing a pebbled-glass door. “The wooden panel is only there to make the wall look uniform. See?"

Edward's jaw dropped slightly in awe. "Wow. How... efficient."

"It works, I suppose. It gets plenty of hot water, if that's what you're worried about." Roy smirked as he watched the teen's shoulders hunch over.

"No," Edward spat, turning a venomous gaze at his commanding officer. "That's not what I meant. Now, get out of here so I can get clean." He shooed the older man away as he slid his trench coat off his shoulders. A little cloud of dust rose into the air as the heavy fabric crumpled on the floor.

Roy retreated slowly, noticing for the first time how broad the short alchemist's shoulders were as the top shirt came off and fluttered to the floor to join the jacket. He had originally thought it was the many layers of clothes the boy wore that gave him the appearance he bore. But now, looking the boy over one last time before closing the door, he realized it was natural, and was surprised he didn't hear more about how Edward had to beat the women off with a stick.

Roy sidled back to his desk and sat down, glancing at the clock as he did so to note the time Edward took in the small room. Blinking, he turned his attention back to his paperwork, which Edward's untimely arrival had interrupted. He focused especially hard on his work in an attempt to keep his mind from wandering into the bathroom and the bathing teen within. The feelings he’d had during their exchange had been strange. Mustang had always felt responsible for Edward and his brother, but the wave of emotion that had washed over him left him a little confused. ‘It must have been just seeing him like that. I’ve never seen him so open and afraid before,’ he concluded as he returned his concentration to the stacks of paper that still graced his desk.

After he had finished a stack of requisition forms, approving and denying them as necessary, he glanced at the clock again, and was surprised to see that nearly half an hour had already passed. He turned his gaze toward the hidden door and thought about the person within. Ebony eyes flicked between the clock and the door once more, worried over Fullmetal's recent physical appearance. He wondered if Edward was okay in there, and if he realized how much time had already passed, then he chuckled. He remembered what it was like to be seventeen, so he decided to give the teen a few more moments alone before he knocked on the door to let him know that his time was up.

While he waited, he sorted out the next batch of paperwork to be done. After he was satisfied, he stood and strode over to the door. He listened for a moment, and noticed that the water was no longer running. Rapping lightly on the wood, he called out to the boy inside. "Edward? You okay in there? It's been forty minutes."

He could hear the blond shuffling about, and became curious. He wondered if the automail was part of the reason Ed had taken so long. He'd had hardly any experience with the prosthetic limbs, and did not know anything about them, except that they were almost indistinguishable from flesh limbs when clothing was worn over them. A muffled 'I'm fine' made its way through the material of the door, and Roy stepped back, expecting the youth to come barreling out at any moment.

When no one exited after thirty seconds, Roy leaned forward again. "You didn't fall in or anything, did you? I mean, it would be easy for you to do, considering how petit you are." He ticked off the seconds on his fingers, waiting for the explosion that he was sure would come. When nothing happened, he grew concerned and tested the knob. The door wasn't lockable, but he knew how much Edward treasured his privacy, and so might have alchemized the door closed.

When it opened freely, he peeked in and saw the teen huddled in a corner, hugging his jacket, his face buried in the fabric. Ed only had on his pants, which looked considerably cleaner than they had been nearly an hour earlier, as did the shirt that lay in a pile of fabric on the floor next to the young blond, and Roy got a good look at the boy's arms and shoulders. Though still as broad as they had been when he looked at them earlier, they looked so thin and fragile, even his metal limb looked like it was about to fall apart, though the colonel knew how tough automail was. Overwhelmed by concern, Mustang closed the door behind him and strode into the room, stopping before the hunched form of the young alchemist. "Edward."

At the sound of his name, golden eyes slowly opened and rose to meet onyx eyes. Once contact was made, the teen quickly turned aside. "Go away."

"Edward," the older man repeated, kneeling before the teen. "Have you been taking care of yourself while Al has been gone?" All he got as an answer was a baleful glare. "Edward... Please, I'm being serious here. Are you doing okay?"

"I'm fine," the teen snarled as he shoved his arms into the sleeves of the jacket, which he had taken from his lap. He pulled it closed once it was on, and turned away from the older man. He drew his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. Once comfortable, he did his best to ignore the man hovering over him.

Ignoring the obvious brush-off, Roy sat on the floor to the teen's left, studying Edward intently. The boy had grown a little taller since Alphonse had been restored, and he was filling out nicely. He had been told once that the reason Edward ate so much and never seemed to gain weight or height was because the brothers had theorized that Edward was keeping Al's body alive. The discovery that Al's body was still alive came as welcome news. However, the boys could not pinpoint the whereabouts of Al's body, saying something about it being 'trapped at the gate.' When asked about what the gate was, their explanation had been vague, but Mustang felt that the vagueness was not their fault. It seemed to be a difficult concept to explain, and not something that the brothers were going out of their way to hide from him, as they had hidden other things before. Being an alchemist himself, he understood parts of what the boys had told him, but since he had not dabbled in the same sinful human alchemy that the Elrics had, though he had once been tempted, he was completely lost by their description of the gate.

Sighing, he brought himself back to the present and stared at the teen. Edward had his face turned away from him, so he got a good look at youngster's profile.

Edward's jaw was more defined than he had originally thought and was clenched in irritation at the moment. His eyes traveled up to the teen's mouth, which was set in a fierce scowl. Aside from the current expression, the boy had soft features, though Roy knew how hard his gaze could be, having been on the receiving end of it many times. Edward's golden eyes, usually so sharp and clear, were clouded with some unknowable emotion. Reaching out with his left hand, Mustang took hold of Ed's chin and pulled, turning the boy bodily toward him. "...Ed? Damn it, I'm worried about you. Talk to me."

"Leave me alone." The blond tried to pull away, but the colonel's grip was strong. So, he opted to sneer instead. This action only served to emphasize his mouth, and Roy's attention was brought to the boy’s full lips, mere millimeters from the skin of his fingers. He could feel the heat radiating from them and was suddenly overcome with the surprising need to touch them. Giving in to the feeling, he carefully caressed the pouting bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, noting how plump and smooth it was.

"Colonel..." the teen growled, pulling away from the intruding digit. He did not get very far, as the older man's grip remained firm.

Roy pushed the teen's knees apart with his free hand before letting go of the chin in his grasp. Once his hands were free, he grabbed the teen at the waist and pulled him forward, situating him in his lap. Once the teen was straddling him satisfactorily, Roy pulled the teen's face down and pressed his lips against Ed's soft pink mouth. He closed his eyes and parted his lips. His tongue darted out to poke gently at the other's mouth, asking for entrance. When no permission was granted, he retreated and pulled away from the teen, slowly opening his eyes.

"I'm not gay," Edward said after their lips parted. He pressed his automail palm against Roy's chest and pushed, trying to get off the man's lap.

The raven-haired man locked his arms, not allowing the blond to escape. "Neither am I. Not really."

"Then, why did you... k-k..." the boy sputtered, not able to form a coherent sentence. "Why?" he asked again, still struggling to get away.

"I kissed you because you looked like you needed it. It seemed to me that you needed some comforting."

"But, we're both guys! You can't just kiss me! Where's the comfort in that?"

"I wanted to. I think I want to again." Roy leaned in again and sucked gently on the boy's bottom lip, drawing it into his mouth. Deepening the kiss, Roy wrapped his arms around the teen's shoulders, threading one hand through the still-damp golden locks. He could feel Ed's legs tighten around his thighs, and felt the budding erection forming between those strong legs. "What's this? I thought you weren't gay..."

"It... It's because..." Ed stammered, his face a bright crimson color due to his ever-increasing embarrassment. He turned and hid his face in the crook of his arm. "It... was nice... felt good... My body is... It's just... I'm merely reacting to the physical..." he mumbled. "Adults are weird," he said, trying, and failing, to save face.

Roy smirked. "I know it feels good. I've had years of practice."

"With all those women you date?" Edward sneered from his hiding place. “If you hadn’t noticed, I’m not female.”

Mustang's onyx eyes lowered to gaze at the fluttering pulse in Ed's neck. "What I am about to tell you does not leave this room. Do you understand?" he spoke so quietly, that even as close to the man's mouth as he was, Edward still had to lean forward to hear what was being said.

"I promise," Edward spoke clearly as he raised his head, his golden eyes shining with determination. "I mean, you've kept my secret for as long as I have known you. Equivalent Exchange demands I do the same for you."

A smile flashed across the colonel’s face at Ed’s concept of what was fair. Then he picked up Ed's chin again, ensuring visual contact, and looked deep into the molten yellow depths. "I haven't dated just women, though they are the main part of the reason I'm so good at what I do." Roy smirked, obviously proud of himself. "It's a very small number, in fact, I can count them all on less than one hand, but I have been with a few men. You've known one of them."

"You really are a man-whore, aren't you?" Edward spat incredulously. "I mean, you'll fuck anything that moves, won't you?" He snorted. "You're so conceited, I'll bet you'd even chase your own ass."

Roy bristled at the accusation. "Well, excuse me. Perhaps I won't tell you anything more after all."

The teen cringed, shrinking in Roy's lap. He hadn't meant to make the man angry; it was that he simply couldn't help what flew out of his mouth at times. 'A closed mouth gathers no foot' was something his brother was always throwing in his face. "I'm sorry. But, that's just the way you made yourself sound."

Mustang smiled. He knew Edward's habit of speaking before thinking, so he had forgiven him the moment the boy apologized. Apologies from the teen were rare, so one knew that when he uttered them, he meant them. To show he had accepted the boy's words, he leaned forward gently captured the other's mouth once more.

The blond gave in to the sensation and leaned into the kiss, letting Roy take the lead. He snaked his arms around the colonel's neck and abandoned himself to the older man's whim, figuring it would allow him to forget his current apprehension. He wanted to forget, if only for a while, about all the things that had been bothering him since last week. He wanted to give his mind a rest and let someone else do his thinking for him. He had come to Mustang for a shower because the man was safe. Though they shot verbal barbs at each other whenever they met, they knew what the other’s limit was, and never did or said anything truly harmful. He had known the colonel for a long time, and knew, by some unspoken but still acknowledged agreement, that the man would always be there for him when needed for anything. However, he never imagined that what was happening now between them could ever have happened. Since he was tired of thinking for the time being, he decided to let the older man do what he would, and just go along with it for now.

Roy's mind registered the boy's acceptance, and he allowed himself to probe the soft pink lips with his tongue once more. Edward's implied approval gave him the courage to press further, so he lowered his arms to the teen's waist and pulled him closer. Once Ed was secure in his arms, he situated himself to easily lay the boy on his back on the cool tile floor.

Ed jumped as his back touched the ground. The sensation of falling backward has caused him to tighten his grip on the older man, though he instinctively knew that the colonel would not drop him.

"Edward," Roy moaned as he worked his lips over the boy's chin and down his neck.

The blond arched his back, placing his arms loosely around Mustang's shoulders. The older man certainly knew what he was doing, and Edward felt glad that Mustang wasn't just blowing hot air earlier, as Ed suspected he did a lot in order to keep his imagined pride intact. At least, Ed thought most of the older man's pride in himself was misplaced.

Roy looked back over his shoulder, a pensive look on his face. "Do you think you could shut the door?" he asked breathlessly, releasing his hold on the teen.

"It is shut." Edward pointed out, his voice thick with lust, thinking Roy had lost his mind. He distinctly remembered the man closing it behind him when he entered the room.

"I mean, make it stay shut. Use alchemy," he helped the boy to stand and directed him toward the door.

"Oh," Edward obediently clapped his hands and slapped them against the wall, sealing the door. He made sure to leave a few cracks so that they would not suffocate in the close confines of the minuscule bathroom.

"Yeah. We don't want someone accidentally walking in on us. It would be... bad... to say the least," Roy said, nodding satisfactorily at the job the boy had done as he shrugged out of his jacket and shirt. Once his top was bare, Mustang took Edward in his arms again, working his hands under the thick red fabric of Ed’s jacket, shifting it off those strong shoulders he had admired earlier. He marveled at the feel of the warmth given off by Edward's bare chest where it made contact with his own. Once he had removed the heavy crimson jacket, aided by Ed wiggling his arms, Roy carefully dropped the coat in a way that caused it to spread out on the ground, and returned to their former position on the floor. Hovering over the teen, he kissed his way down the muscular chest and stomach, his fingers working at the button and zipper of the increasingly tightening pants. He dipped his tongue into Ed's navel when his mouth reached it, delighting in the reaction the boy was having to his touch. "Edward, may I?" he asked when he felt the teen place his hands on the flushed skin of the back of his neck. He played with the zipper pull, slowly pulling it down, while he waited for an answer.

"No... Yes..." Edward moaned as he dug his fingers deeper into the older man's dark hair and rubbed his crotch against his face. "Please..." The teen silently cursed his raging hormones. He shuddered at the feeling of delicious friction, and craved more.

"Edward..." Mustang whispered as the teen's erection was freed from its cloth prison, enjoying the twitching dance it did as his breath caressed the tender skin. He could hardly stand the pressure in his own pants by now, and so he reached down to undo the fastenings, letting his erect member spring forth, though he left his pants on for now.

The shorter male placed his hands on the back of the older man's head when he felt the cool air surround him. "Ooohhh..." he moaned.

Roy gently blew on the youngster's erection, making the boy shiver before taking the teen's quivering erection into his mouth and sucking lightly on the head, causing Edward to moan involuntarily.

While orally pleasuring the youngster beneath him, Roy continued to pull the tight black pants down, working to get them off. His progress was halted by the automail port just above Ed’s left knee, so he regretfully released his hold. Edward whimpered quietly at the loss, and realizing what caused it, kicked off his pants.

The dark-haired man smiled and returned his attention to the youngster beneath him. With the tip of his tongue, he caressed the bulging vein on the underside of Edward's erect member, causing the teen to squirm. All the while, now that all obstacles had been removed, Roy moved his hand under the small of Edward's back and kept it there for a moment. Not wanting Edward to reach his release too quickly, Mustang pulled himself away and began to lightly kiss the blond's inner thighs and lower stomach. Using this new source of pleasure as a distraction, Roy slowly moved his hand down from Edward's back to his backside. Once there, he made a few experimental passes over Ed's entrance with his fingers. This brought forth quiet whimpers from the back of Edward's throat.

After a moment or two of this, Edward seemed satisfactorily aroused, so Roy moved on to the next step. His eyes scoured the small room, looking for anything that would make his welcomed intrusion into the teen's body more comfortable for both parties. His gaze landed on the still open panel for the shower. This gave him an idea. Ignoring Edward's mewl of protest, he momentarily abandoned his amorous attack on the teen's flesh, and staggered to his feet. Once upright, he kicked off his pants and boxers before he shuffled over to the shower stall and pulled open the door. Peering inside, he spied the object of his search, the bottle of conditioner he had left there a couple months ago. Picking it up, he shook it as he pulled himself out of the shower, discovering that there wasn't much remaining. He glanced at Edward, focusing on his long blond hair, and nodded. Edward had probably used much of what was left today.

"What's with the conditioner?" Edward eyed the bottle curiously. It had caught his attention when Mustang had shaken it. "I just washed my hair. I don't need that anymore." Color rose in his cheeks. "Sorry I used so much though... you know how long hair is..." he mumbled, reaching up absently and fingering the still-damp tips of his bright tresses.

"It's okay Ed. It’s there to be used." Mustang looked at the young blond, a mischievous glint in his black eyes. "Besides, it's not for your hair."

Edward studied the bottle again. "Then...?"

"I think you've been hurt enough---no, more than enough---in your young life. I don't want to add to that pain," Roy flipped open the container and poured a small amount into his palm as he knelt next to the teen. "This is the best I have at the moment."

"What are you going to use it for?" Edward asked, a worried edge to his voice.

Roy merely smiled as he rubbed a conditioner-slicked finger over Edward's entrance, after being sure to lubricate his erection, making the boy squirm.

"Colonel... No, that's gross."

Mustang smiled at the boy's innocence. "You might think that now, but just wait a while. You'll change your mind." He pressed his finger into the tight ring of muscle, feeling bad when Ed whimpered. "It's going to be okay. You'll just have to trust me." He stopped when he reached the first knuckle. "I need to do this. Look at me, and you'll see why."

Edward peered at the raised hand that the colonel provided. When the hand gestured down, at the older man's groin. "So, what?" the teen asked, not getting the point.

Mustang sighed. "I need to prepare you, your body, for this. I need to work you up from one finger to two, then three."

“What?” Edward blanched. "Why?"

The dark-haired man dropped his elevated hand and began stroking himself. All this talking was making him lose his vigor. "Because I don't want to hurt you."

"Then take your finger out of my ass, you idiot! That hurts!" Edward whispered fiercely, knowing better than to yell his statement as they could get in a great deal of trouble if anyone were to overhear.

Mustang kissed Ed's abdomen. "You'll see. If I don't do this, it will hurt much worse," he abandoned his own erection and began to work on the teen's wilting member with his now free hand. He needed to distract the teen from the discomfort of a second digit entering his body.

Once he had both digits in, he scissored his fingers slightly, carefully stretching and loosening the muscle. A moment later, the third and final finger slid in. Roy stopped for a few seconds to let Edward adjust, all the while maintaining the stroking he was doing to the teen's erection.

Mustang sneaked a few glances at Edward, who was panting, and saw the clenching of his fists, which seemed to be evidence that he was not sure what to do while the older man explored his body.

When he felt that Edward was ready, Roy gently pulled his fingers out and crawled over Ed and leaned on his arms, which were on either side Ed's shoulders. Smiling, he lowered his mouth onto the blond's and kissed him tenderly, doing his best to keep the younger alchemist's mind away from what was going to happen next. Roy brought his knees forward, so that he was hunched over the body beneath him. Breaking the kiss, he took hold of Edward's hips and lifted them, placing them in his lap. Roy reached down to line himself up, and began to push.

"Ah! It hurts! Stop it!" Edward pushed weakly against Roy's chest.

Roy kissed the teen tenderly as he continued to ease his way in. "Hold on. Just a bit more," he panted. "Just a bit more, so hold on, Ed. Hold on," He tightened his arms around the teen’s waist, pulling him up. “Put your arms around me,” he grunted. “Hold yourself up.” Once Ed did so, Mustang pushed his hips up while pushing Edward’s hips down. He moaned at the feeling of Edward slowly encasing his length.

"Sir, are you okay in there?" Hawkeye's voice carried strongly through the heavy wood panel door, shocking Roy just as he thrust into the boy. Due to his surprise, he accidentally pushed in too deep, too quickly, causing Edward to whimper quietly.

"I'm fine... Just... Busy..." he looked at the huffing teen beneath him, sorry that he had caused him pain. The blond's face was flushed with more than simple lust.

"Hmmm... I thought I saw Edward come in a while ago..."

At the sound of his name, the youngster started squirming.

"...But, I can't find him," the woman continued.

Roy let out a long shuddering breath, trying to maintain control of his embarrassment. It felt like he had just been caught in the act, which he supposed was true, but he didn't want to let Edward down. If it were him on the receiving end, he would have understood why the action had suddenly stopped. Unfortunately, Ed was too young and inexperienced to have the same consideration. "The last I saw of him, he was lying on the couch."

"He's not there, Sir."

"Well, I'm not his keeper! Maybe he left while you weren't looking!" Mustang snapped. Edward flinched beneath him. In apology, Roy placed a tender kiss on the boy's trembling lips. He wanted the woman to leave so he and Ed could continue. As it was, during the interruption, he continued to rock his hips slowly and gently, making Ed writhe with desire. He looked at the boy's face, and saw that he was biting his bottom lip to keep from making noise and thus alerting Hawkeye to the situation.

"Will you be in there long, Colonel?"

Mustang buried his face in the left side of Edward's neck where it met his shoulder, taking a few deep breaths of the teen's musky scent in an attempt to control his irritation. "Probably," he finally said, lifting his head and winking at Edward. He was glad that he still had the control that he had over his voice. It would not have done either of them any good if he had slipped up, causing Hawkeye to demand answers. Smirking, he continued. "My stomach has been bothering me since this morning." He felt bad for lying to Hawkeye, but he felt that desperate times called for desperate measures, and he needed her gone. "I don't think breakfast agreed with me."

"I see. Well, now that I think about it, you did look a little pale when you came in. Anyway, we're all going to lunch at the deli a couple blocks away. Did you want to come, too? Maybe some food will help."

"No, I'll be in here for a while." Roy could feel himself blushing. What he had just said was not exactly a lie, since he did plan to spend more time with Edward before the afternoon was done, but he hated the impression he knew he was leaving on the lieutenant. He could feel Ed's chest hitching as the teen tried to contain his laughter. He glared at the broadly smiling face, silently warning the teen not to give them away. Besides, the way Edward's body was moving was driving him mad, as he could feel it in his groin. "Bring me back something."

"What would you like?" she asked.

‘What I would like is for you to go away for a bit,’ he thought, annoyed with the continued interruption. ‘All this talk of food is ruining the mood.’ Instead, the dark-haired man raised an eyebrow at Ed, then lowered his ear to the boy's mouth. "Hungry?" he whispered.

Edward nodded.

"What kind of sandwich do you want?" Hawkeye asked.

Roy asked the same of the teen with a glance.

"Turkey, with everything..." Edward whispered.

The dark-haired man moaned as the young alchemist's breath tickled his ear. "Let's see... I haven't had anything with turkey in it for a while, so get me a turkey sandwich."

There was a pause. "What do you want on it?" the woman on the other side of the door probed.

"Actually, get me two sandwiches, both with everything. I'll eat the other later. I will most likely have to pull extra hours to make up for my lost time, so I'll eat the other for dinner later this evening."

"Very well, Sir," her crisp voice sounded like she didn't quite believe her commanding officer. "I'll bring you back your meal. I... uhhh..." the woman hesitated then, "I hope you feel better."

Both alchemists stayed still as they listened to the lieutenant's footsteps, already muffled by the partition separating them from her, fade and the main door click shut. A whimper brought Roy's attention back to the teen, who was running his fingertips over the broad shoulders of the older man.

“Well, that was awkward,” Mustang laughed.

Edward smiled in reply.

“Shall we continue?” Roy asked as he nearly pulled himself out, stopping before he completely unsheathed himself.

The blond nodded. “Yes, please,” he whispered, his lips parting in anticipation. It seemed that was all he could manage with his chest the way it was. His face was flushed and his eyes were glazed.

“Very well, then.” The dark-haired man pushed himself back in. “Put your legs around me.” Once the teen had done so, he thrust himself in and out a few more times, trying to keep from being too rough, but doing his best to carefully strike the bundle of nerves buried deep within his young lover's body.

Edward tightened his hold, squeezing the older man with his arms and legs. “More...” he whispered. “Please, more. Harder.”

Roy did his best to comply, while also doing what he could to extend the experience. He felt Ed's nails scrape across his back as he picked up the pace, rocking his body against the blond's, which rose to meet him at each thrust. Roy could see that Ed was biting bottom lip, trying to keep from crying out and blowing their cover, just in case someone might still be around to heat them. As it was, Edward was whimpering and moaning a great deal, so Roy placed his mouth over that of the teen's, and deeply kissed the sounds away. For someone had had been so against the activity at first, Edward had certainly done an about face, most likely due to the rush of hormones flooding his body, as well as the positive attention he was getting, emotionally and physically.

“More... More...” The words were merely grunts by this point. Roy moaned in response, throwing his head back as he groaned his pleasure, mixed with gasps of surprise. He had not expected Edward to participate as much as he was, but he was happy that the teen had turned himself over to his affection.

Mustang stopped for a moment before wrapping his arms around Edward's waist and pulling him up so that they were both upright. With the teen in his lap, Roy pushed his hips up, crashing them against Ed's. He was so close to his climax, but knew how to hold back for his partner's sake. He wanted Edward to go first, and by the sounds the younger alchemist was making, he knew he was close.

Edward's eyes were closed, and his head was thrown back. He had his arms wrapped tightly around the older man's shoulders.

Roy positioned his arms around the teen's waist and neck, placing his hand at the back of Ed’s head and pushing it forward. “I'm almost there...” he whispered before crushing his mouth against the welcoming lips of the young blond in his lap. “So close... So close...” he panted when he finally pulled away for breath.

Edward moaned at the loss of the older man's kiss. “Me, too... I'm about to lose it... Please, I need more... I need it harder... I'm gonna cum...”

Roy buried his face in the teen's hair, breathing deeply before taking the parted lips as his own again.

The blond returned the kiss with a vigor he had not yet shown during the encounter. “I can't hold it any longer... I'm gonna... I'm... Gonna...” Edward was not able to hold back the cry that escaped as his hot fluid splashed across Roy's stomach and chest.

Nor was Roy able to contain the noise he himself made as he reached his orgasm a second later. “Edward... Edward...” he breathed the name into the youngster's mouth as he laid him on his back again on the cool floor. He moved his pelvis a few seconds more, trying to milk as much pleasure as he could from the experience, as well as being sure Edward was as completely satisfied as possible. Already he could feel the body beneath him relaxing, much like his own was, thanks to the intensity of the intimate activity they had just shared. Reluctantly, he finally allowed himself to reach his release, pumping his seed into the spent teen beneath him.

He took a moment and studied Edward's face. The blond's eyes were closed, his mouth hung open slightly, and his cheeks were flushed. His breath still came in little puffs, but was quickly evening out. “Edward...' he whispered before closing the small distance between them and capturing those full lips once more in a passionate kiss, which was returned with more feeling than any kiss yet this afternoon. Mustang knew that if he did it right, they both could be ready for another round within minutes, but he also knew that they did not have the time, not with Hawkeye due back any moment with lunch.

Regretfully, Roy pulled himself out of the teen and rolled over to lay beside him on the cool floor.

“Colonel? Uhhh... Roy?”

“Yes?”

There was a minute or so of silence before Ed continued. “That... I think... It was one of the best things... I mean...”

Mustang chuckled quietly. “Yes, I understand.”

“No. I want to finish.” Edward took a deep breath. “I never expected anything... I just wanted a shower... And maybe to talk...”

Mustang pushed himself up, and resting on his elbow, looked at the teen. “Shhh...” He placed his index finger across Ed's lips to silence him. “Words at this point would spoil the mood.”

“Mmm...”

“However, we only have a little while before the lieutenant gets back with the food, so we should get cleaned up.” Roy sat up and pulled the teen with him, making sure that once they were upright, their mouths connected in a deep and lingering kiss. “We should... clean ourselves up before our time runs out,” he whispered once the kiss was broken.

Edward could only nod dumbly in agreement, his eyes half-closed and his mouth open, hot puffs of breath escaping in the place of words.

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The two had taken a shower together, just to rinse the evidence of their previous activity away. They sat together on Roy's black leather couch, finally eating the sandwiches that Hawkeye had brought for the colonel's lunch.

Roy slowly ate his sandwich, watching as Ed devoured his in a matter of minutes. "Chew much, Ed?" the older man asked after making a show of carefully chewing and swallowing his mouthful of food. "Did you even taste it?"

"Shut up. I'm hungry," the teen snarled, wiping his mouth on his sleeve before reaching for the cup of coffee, without milk of course, that the colonel had poured for him to enjoy with his meal.

Mustang held out a napkin, knowing it was already too late, as the teen ignored it, but feeling the need to do so anyway. "Well, now that you've showered, twice, and eaten, would you please explain what happened between you and Alphonse? You did make that deal with me in exchange for one of those showers."

Edward halted the vessel's progress toward his mouth, opting to stare into the dark liquid instead. "We had a fight."

"Yes, you said that. I am curious about the kind of fight would send Alphonse running back home for nearly two weeks," Mustang lowered his hand, which was still holding the offered napkin.

"..." Ed raised the cup to his lips, mumbling as he swallowed a mouthful of the hot beverage.

"Well?"

"I... I told him..." the blond paused, his golden eyes shifting uncertainly. "I told him I hated him."

Roy gaped, absolutely shocked by the teen's answer. "Why? You two are so close, so why would you say something like that to your brother?"

Instead of answering, Edward took a long drink of his coffee, using the time to collect his thoughts. After a moment had passed, and the teen had drained his cup, he took a deep breath. "Al... changed." He began, waving a hand in the air before dropping it to his lap. "He was so weak after his restoration, and he still has some problems, but..." Edward lowered his hand and stared at the empty cup in his hands. "But, it’s been a year now, and even though he is doing much better now, there are days when he makes me do nearly everything for him. He says he is too tired to move, and there are times I think he might be faking it. You know, like he is trying to get back at me for putting him in the armor in the first place."

Mustang watched the boy fidget, waiting for him to speak further. When nothing else was forthcoming, he cleared his throat. "I'm sure he's not doing it on purpose. I know Alphonse, and I know he's not that kind of person." He smiled. "If anything, he doesn't even know he's doing it."

"I know that! I really do!" Ed bellowed, slamming his cup down on the coffee table. "And, it's not that I really hate Al, or even hate taking care of him...” he stopped and closed his eyes for a few seconds before continuing at a more reasonable volume. “I'm just not used to it. Al had been armor for so long." The teen inhaled deeply and let it out slowly. "What I said, I said in the heat of the moment." His eyes darted toward the phone sitting on the colonel's desk. "I need to apologize to him. Can I use your phone?"

Roy looked between the boy and the phone, his smile fading slightly. "I think apologies are something better said in person," he said, his tone serious.

The blond wrinkled his nose at the almost fatherly tone the older man had taken. However, he knew Mustang had a point. "Well then... I'll just tell him I have something to say when he comes back." He jerked his head toward Mustang, his eyes wide with fear. "Oh no! What if he doesn't come back?"

"I don't know, Edward. I can't answer that."

The younger alchemist studied his lap for a moment, picking imaginary lint from his pants, clearly trying to come up with an answer for himself. "Colonel..." he started, looking up. “He will come back, won't he?"

Mustang smiled softly. "You two are very close to each other. I'm sure he'll come back, you'll apologize, and things will go back to normal." He chuckled. "You brothers are amazing in your ability to forgive each other. Look at everything you've been through already. Considering all that, I'm sure that there is nothing in the world that can keep the two of you apart for very long. Not even your own stubborn selves."

Ed nodded slowly, memories playing in his mind of the hell he and Al had trudged through in order to right the things they had made wrong by playing 'God.'

"And," Mustang continued fondly, "I'm sure the two of you will go through much more in the years to come. I'll bet that your antics will cause me grief without end, even as you grow older, and, hopefully,” he chuckled, "more mature.”

Edward stood suddenly. "Now you're just mocking me, Colonel."

"That's not what I'm intending to do, Ed. Not entirely."

“Hmmm...” Ed furrowed his brow in annoyance for a few seconds and bowed before turning on his heel and striding purposely toward the door to the office. "Thank you for the use of the shower and for the meal." However, there was something in his tone and posture that said, 'Please, I don't want to be alone right now. Say something to make me stay.'

Mustang caught this subtle message, and as he watched the retreating back of his youngest subordinate, he spoke. "You're staying with me until your brother gets back. So, get some of your things and meet me at the park just outside the grounds. I'll wait for you there and then we'll then go to my place," Roy said, the tone of his voice not giving Edward the option to decline.

The youngster paused, but only for a split second. It seemed that his silent request had been answered. "Hmph," Edward huffed, not wanting to be blatant in his gratitude toward the older man, and threw a glance over his shoulder as he walked out of the room. "Pervert," he whispered, a sly smile gracing his lips, before finally exiting the room to do as he was told.

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THE END!

This story will not be continued. (Ed and Al make up.) (Obviously.)
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