Pairings: Roy/Ed

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: yaoi, m/m, lemon, inexplicit violence, angst

Notes: Three years into the future. Edward is 18 here.

 

Our Scars:

 

All around me war rages on. I hear battle cries, a mother’s scream, a child’s anguished tears – another orphan is born – fathers, sons, uncles, brothers, nephews…even grandfathers torn away from their loved ones and thrown into an abyss of endless darkness and misery. Towering billows of smoke fill the afternoon air causing one to wonder just if the sun had even existed in the first place.

      Another explosion rips through the landscape. I shudder and stagger and fall to the ground – the cold, bitter sensation of a rugged earth caressing my burning flesh as I begin to crawl towards safety. I laugh bitterly wondering just what that word means. There is no safety for a man like me. I will be found, caught and executed without much fanfare. I am a hated member of society – nothing but a lowly dog that’s been caught like a deer in headlights.

      Al…

      I wonder where he is now. The last I saw of him was he running amongst the men in blue – the supposed military we were supposed to support. It was all one big misunderstanding really. The good guys among the bad were taken unawares by the rebellious faction. We got involved – innocent lives got involved and now…now we are in this hell we have created here on earth.

      Another grenade goes off beside me and automatically my hands reach over my head to protect myself. Foolhardy really as debris covers me like a blanket. I wince and bear the pain as much as possible, hoping I can finally find a safe haven for my battered and bruised body. I sincerely hope that I will live long enough to have my arm and leg fixed…if I can find Winry that is.

      Ah, good ol’ Winry. Just thinking of her stupid smile and that overzealous attitude is almost enough to make me feel a bit better inside. Maybe she will find Al and help him out when I am dead. Yes, they would make a beautiful couple. They did always have more in common with each other. I always felt like the odd man out…

      An arm falls beside me and I stare at it a bit moronically. It’s a right arm, chopped off at its elbow. I reach out for it and take my hand back just as quickly, feeling a bit sick as I notice the simple gold band on a finger. What on earth had I been thinking? For one moment there I was sure I had wanted to attach it to my arm.

      Oh sweet God – although my faith in you is less than feasible – deliver me from insane thoughts of anatomical suicide.

 

 

 

      He never goes away really, not since that incident in his office. I close my eyes and try to will the memories away but stubbornly they come rushing back like a flood and I shiver in remembrance.

      It had been a hot day.

      His office door was locked.

      I had complained about the heat.

      His eyes had been heat.

      I allowed him to tease me.

      He laughed at my unease.

      I called him names.

      He made me scream his name.

      Every touch like fire…

      His alchemy? I do not know.

      But I burned – inside and out.

      I wanted more. I needed more. Nothing else…nothing had ever felt so good.

      My cheeks grow wet with the memories. I squeeze my eyes shut and curl up on the cold earth – my haven until the vengeful ghosts of the wronged leap upon me.

      I am a stubborn man and my pride will not let me admit what I have known for so long. I would kill to be in his presence again – would do anything to have those knowing black depths pinned upon me, stripping and leaving me vulnerable for all to see. I groan weakly and shiver again, my clothes long ripped from the after effects of gunpowder and quick transmutations. I am practically naked and I long for a quick and painless death.

      I pray they find me quickly. I do not think I can suffer this anguish for much longer. But soon enough, I hear the familiar crunching sounds of someone walking towards me. It’s undeniable – those steady footsteps that can only belong to one person.

      I crack weary lids open slowly, trying hard to see through the cloud of smoke before me. His name forms on my lips but I can barely hear myself.

      But it is not important whether he hears me or not for he is with me again and that is all that matters.

 

 

 

      I open up my eyes slowly and stare blindly at the ceiling above me. I can barely remember what happened to me since my rescue from the battlefield as fuzzy images of being lifted and being driven away fill my mind. I hear his nearly soundless footsteps around the room and I turn my head towards it a bit too eagerly.

      “Your automail needs fixing,” he’s saying in that familiar lazy tone that has me almost grinning with pleasure. Once upon a time, I had thought I would never hear that voice again but now I longed for it to never stop talking. “You have multiple burn wounds across your back and torso. Your left arm also suffered a bit – broken bones, broken ribs…and let’s not even get into your legs.”

      “I am damaged property, am I not?” I ask suddenly, a bit annoyed to find myself feeling ridiculously close to tears. But these are more of frustration at his lack of warmth towards me. Why would I need him to feel that way for me in the first place? I was the one who had walked out on him. I was the one who had run away from our ‘relationship’, with my inane need to explore. We had had a big argument and that was the end of that.

      I turn my face away but not before noticing the light frown that has come on his features. Let him suffer too. I have been without him for almost three years; he deserved to feel a little pain as well.

      “You are not property,” he mutters.

      “I might as well be,” I counter back.

      “Will you let me touch you?”

      I shiver and try to hide the dull blush that fills my cheek at his earnest question. I force a scowl to my features. “The war isn’t over.”

      “In here it is.”

      “What makes you so sure?”

      “I rescued you from your miserable existence. You owe me this one, Ed.”

      “Then perhaps you should have left me to die out there! Why did you rescue me?!” I try to sit up, to glare at him, to show him just how much I’ve missed him, but no, I never could do that, could I? Instead tears shimmer in my eyes and my vision goes blurry.

      Fuck it all! I don’t need his pity. I don’t! I don’t!

      “Edward, you fool,” he mutters softly as I feel his arms around my bandaged waist. He pulls me closer to his body and I can only remain limp in his embrace, too tired and weary to fight it anymore.

      “Roy…” I whisper softly, knowing that my right arm is pretty much useless as most of the connecting screws have been lost during battle. “Aah…”

      I have almost forgotten how good his lips feel against my skin. I close my eyes and arch into his touch, my left hand seeking any expanse of his flesh to feel again. He indulges my need and peels out of the simple white dress shirt, exposing his pale but scar tainted skin to my gaze. I groan and dive for his nipples hungrily, forcing him to lay back on the narrow bed as I feast on the offered sensitive nubs.

      He moans and I revel in the sound.

      His hips move and I move along with it.

      He loves it when my automail brushes against his crotch and after three years, the reaction is no different. Deliberately, I tease him despite the strain I am beginning to place on my injuries. I want to watch his usually impassive features flush with need before me. I want to hear him scream my name like he used to do. I want him to pant and cry out for me to complete him. I want to sheath myself in his heat and never let go.

      “Ed,” he croaks out thickly and I motion for him to take off his pants, still not releasing a nipple that is now caught between my teeth.

      I feel his erection against my torso – the thick but wet feeling of pre-cum against the rough cloth of my bandages and I all but smirk in wicked delight. I lower myself to his sacrificial flesh, eyeing the jutting organ with a lick of my lips.

      Oh, Roy, I croon softly. How I have missed you so.

      I wrap my fingers around it. I begin to stroke. Up and down. Faster and harder. He bucks. He thrashes. He hisses out my name and curses me at the same time. I lick a little, moaning thickly at the salty taste of his come. I watch his flushed visage. I notice the sweat upon his skin. He is breathing harshly and I am faring no better.

      “Now, Ed,” he commands me and I pout at being denied a chance to taste him properly. But we both know that we have no time. There is a war outside this haven of ours and harsh reality will force us to return to it.

      I crawl back upon him and happily accept his fingers greedily into my mouth. I suck hard on the offered digits allowing my saliva to coat it completely. Roy never does things half way and it is safe to say that he had completely stripped me when dressing up my wounds. I hiss in a sharp breath and cry out in pain and pleasure as I feel his fingers bury themselves deep within me.

      “You…” I pant out harshly as I begin to ride him shamelessly. “I want…you…”

      My fingers wrap around my weeping cock and his free hand joins it. Together we stroke and cause my throbbing flesh to swell with its impending orgasm. He withdraws his fingers from my ass and finally – oh sweet bliss – fills me with his turgid organ.

      I all but scream out in delight as I stiffen above him. Every nerve in my body thrums with energy and shock at being filled completely with his cock. I stay still to get used to his size. He smiles…no… smirks at me knowingly.

      “Been good I see.”

      “Bastard,” I breathe out harshly as I begin to rock back and forth allowing him to bury himself deeper within me. “You…bastard…”

      “No one able to take my place?” he grunts as he thrusts harder.

      “Unnnh….” I can’t think of a witty comeback. I can’t think at all!

      “You are mine, Edward Elric and don’t you forget it.”

      And I swear he makes me feel that way. I don’t think he has ever been this rough with me but yet, I don’t expect him to go easy on me either. He fucks me to the point that I lose sense of where my pain and pleasure begins or ends. He fucks me to the point where tears spill out of my eyes as I struggle to keep up with his pace. He fucks me till I can barely hold on to my sanity.

      He is in, out and around me!

      Pulsing! Swelling! Erupting deep within me!

      He finally releases my cock and I am allowed to come just as hard as he has.

      I must have screamed – no, we both scream. After all, it had never been this good before.

      I collapse upon him, slick with semen and sweat. I can still feel him throbbing within me, but I have no plans to release him just yet. We remain silent in each other’s hands – besides our harsh and rapid breathing of course.

      I am happy in this silence but most importantly in his arms. I can almost forget that I am a wanted man and that imminent death awaits me once I step out from this room.

      “You will leave me again,” he says in a tone already filled with resignation. “And there is nothing I can say to keep you, is there, Ed?”

      I say nothing because I know he is right. It is a bittersweet thing – this relationship of ours. But surely you must understand my dear Colonel that I am soulless alchemist – one who needs to explore his existence no matter how long it takes.

      I lift my head to smile softly at him before leaning up to seal his lips in a slow and almost reverent kiss.

      Someday, my dear Colonel. Someday you will finally lay claim to me and perhaps be able to keep me to yourself. And to answer your unspoken question…

      I thumb his full lips and smile a bit sadly this time.

      I will do my best to remain alive for you.