Fic: To Balance the Scale
Title: To Balance the Scale
Fandom: FMA
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 963
Warnings: Post-CoS, OMG physical relations! A little fluffy at the end, hopefully not too much. I have trouble batting it away. Sprouted as a follow-up bunny for another fic that is not even close to done, but works as a stand alone, I hope.
It had been a mere matter of weeks since he'd seen the boy last, a handful of moments and he'd hardly had time to take in the boy's transition into manhood, the chaos around them hadn't allowed for it. He had been sure it would be the last time he ever saw Fullmetal. It had all seemed so final. Yet here he stood, whole and solid and grinning at him like a carved pumpkin. If he hadn't felt the alchemical reaction hours before, he would have been certain it was a hallucination. "Edward." The name rumbled in his chest and fell off his tongue so easily. "This is a pleasant surprise."
Dusky and golden, not quite tall, but certainly not taunted for his stature anymore, firm jawline, the last of the baby fat had melted away - finally, finally, the potential of his youth realized and he ached just seeing it - Edward Elric sealed the door to Mustang's office into the wall with a flash of light. "You're not busy, are you?" The question came as a courtesy, not that it mattered if he'd been busy or not.
"I'll make time." Mustang replied warmly, only now realizing a smile had spilled across his own face, a weak facsimile of the blonde's, but genuine nonetheless. "Welcome home, Edward."
Proud and poised, glowing like Roy had never seen him, and he marveled at what Edward had become. "I promised myself I'd return the favor."
Mustang's brain, already contorted from the turn of events, shuddered to a halt, reaching for a logical thought to connect the man's announcement to, and failing. "Favor?" Had his own voice wavered there for a moment?
"Need a refresher?" And the distance between them was closed in a handful of long strides, Edward always had moved so quickly once he had a goal in mind. Over the desk, smooth and effortless, shrugging off his duster as he came, leaving it splayed over the papers he'd been working on. "Sixteen. Risembool." And suddenly it was all too clear just what favor the other was referring to, but his chair was being pushed back, just enough for Ed to squeeze between Mustang's legs and the edge of the desk. "Didn't exactly have the time or the know-how to do it right then." The pinkening of the blonde's ears was as close to a blush as the words afforded Ed, but for Roy, it lit his skin afire, brought back images and terrible, wonderful guilty sensations that he'd kept tucked away for years, save on those nights when loneliness got the better of him.
"Pants around your ankles, Mustang." And how could he not react when he put it like that? The predatory smirk on the man's face was alone almost enough to do him in. How many nights...
"Edward," Thick-tongued, surges of want racing along his spine, fingers and toes and everything else straining and burning and tingling so sharply. Despite what he wanted, at least token protest was warranted. "You don't have to-" And there were gloved fingers covering his lips, gloved automail grasping his belt, firm and assured, and oh God, this must be a hallucination; he'd eaten something gone bad, someone had drugged him because there was no way Edward was really here, really leaning over him with desire alight in his eyes.
"Don't tell me no unless you really don't want it, Mustang." Intense amber scrutiny and Roy's tenuous resolve to do the right thing, to push away this glowing, marvelous creature, shattered on the floor between their feet. He swallowed carefully, pushing away the hand covering his mouth. He was relieved his hands weren't shaking, wondered briefly why they weren't.
In an echo of the memory that had played out in his dreams a thousand times over, he fisted Edward Elric's collar, grinding out the other's name in voice he hardly recognized as his own, and pulled him down to meet his lips. "Edward."
Mustang could feel the curve of a smile pressed against his mouth, Ed's hand moving to cradle the base of his skull, deft fingers pulling his belt from its loops before discarding it on the floor, soft snort of laughter dance along his cheek, and let himself drown in it.
***
To the best of his recollection, breathing had never been quite so demanding of his attention. He let his head tilt gently to the side, resting lightly against the crown of Fullmetal's skull, whose face was buried neatly in Mustang's shoulder. "You realize," the words were clumsy in his mouth, "you realize that that was much more than 'returning the favor,' don't you?"
"Mm." Heavy, muffled reply in a voice than made his nerves sing. "Guess that means you owe me, then."
Dip down just enough to capture the shell of the young man's ear with his lips. "If I were to pay you back, I don't think I'd be able to stop at equivalence." And a voice in the back of his mind whispered, Are you sure about this?
"Good," He licked the salt on Mustang's neck, and propped himself up just enough to meet Roy's eyes, a question and almost a challenge. I know what I want, it said. Do you? "That means I won't have to stop there either."
Mustang nuzzled against his cheek, eyes half-lidded. "I'll hold you to that." I've never been so sure in my life.
Fandom: FMA
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 963
Warnings: Post-CoS, OMG physical relations! A little fluffy at the end, hopefully not too much. I have trouble batting it away. Sprouted as a follow-up bunny for another fic that is not even close to done, but works as a stand alone, I hope.
It had been a mere matter of weeks since he'd seen the boy last, a handful of moments and he'd hardly had time to take in the boy's transition into manhood, the chaos around them hadn't allowed for it. He had been sure it would be the last time he ever saw Fullmetal. It had all seemed so final. Yet here he stood, whole and solid and grinning at him like a carved pumpkin. If he hadn't felt the alchemical reaction hours before, he would have been certain it was a hallucination. "Edward." The name rumbled in his chest and fell off his tongue so easily. "This is a pleasant surprise."
Dusky and golden, not quite tall, but certainly not taunted for his stature anymore, firm jawline, the last of the baby fat had melted away - finally, finally, the potential of his youth realized and he ached just seeing it - Edward Elric sealed the door to Mustang's office into the wall with a flash of light. "You're not busy, are you?" The question came as a courtesy, not that it mattered if he'd been busy or not.
"I'll make time." Mustang replied warmly, only now realizing a smile had spilled across his own face, a weak facsimile of the blonde's, but genuine nonetheless. "Welcome home, Edward."
Proud and poised, glowing like Roy had never seen him, and he marveled at what Edward had become. "I promised myself I'd return the favor."
Mustang's brain, already contorted from the turn of events, shuddered to a halt, reaching for a logical thought to connect the man's announcement to, and failing. "Favor?" Had his own voice wavered there for a moment?
"Need a refresher?" And the distance between them was closed in a handful of long strides, Edward always had moved so quickly once he had a goal in mind. Over the desk, smooth and effortless, shrugging off his duster as he came, leaving it splayed over the papers he'd been working on. "Sixteen. Risembool." And suddenly it was all too clear just what favor the other was referring to, but his chair was being pushed back, just enough for Ed to squeeze between Mustang's legs and the edge of the desk. "Didn't exactly have the time or the know-how to do it right then." The pinkening of the blonde's ears was as close to a blush as the words afforded Ed, but for Roy, it lit his skin afire, brought back images and terrible, wonderful guilty sensations that he'd kept tucked away for years, save on those nights when loneliness got the better of him.
"Pants around your ankles, Mustang." And how could he not react when he put it like that? The predatory smirk on the man's face was alone almost enough to do him in. How many nights...
"Edward," Thick-tongued, surges of want racing along his spine, fingers and toes and everything else straining and burning and tingling so sharply. Despite what he wanted, at least token protest was warranted. "You don't have to-" And there were gloved fingers covering his lips, gloved automail grasping his belt, firm and assured, and oh God, this must be a hallucination; he'd eaten something gone bad, someone had drugged him because there was no way Edward was really here, really leaning over him with desire alight in his eyes.
"Don't tell me no unless you really don't want it, Mustang." Intense amber scrutiny and Roy's tenuous resolve to do the right thing, to push away this glowing, marvelous creature, shattered on the floor between their feet. He swallowed carefully, pushing away the hand covering his mouth. He was relieved his hands weren't shaking, wondered briefly why they weren't.
In an echo of the memory that had played out in his dreams a thousand times over, he fisted Edward Elric's collar, grinding out the other's name in voice he hardly recognized as his own, and pulled him down to meet his lips. "Edward."
Mustang could feel the curve of a smile pressed against his mouth, Ed's hand moving to cradle the base of his skull, deft fingers pulling his belt from its loops before discarding it on the floor, soft snort of laughter dance along his cheek, and let himself drown in it.
***
To the best of his recollection, breathing had never been quite so demanding of his attention. He let his head tilt gently to the side, resting lightly against the crown of Fullmetal's skull, whose face was buried neatly in Mustang's shoulder. "You realize," the words were clumsy in his mouth, "you realize that that was much more than 'returning the favor,' don't you?"
"Mm." Heavy, muffled reply in a voice than made his nerves sing. "Guess that means you owe me, then."
Dip down just enough to capture the shell of the young man's ear with his lips. "If I were to pay you back, I don't think I'd be able to stop at equivalence." And a voice in the back of his mind whispered, Are you sure about this?
"Good," He licked the salt on Mustang's neck, and propped himself up just enough to meet Roy's eyes, a question and almost a challenge. I know what I want, it said. Do you? "That means I won't have to stop there either."
Mustang nuzzled against his cheek, eyes half-lidded. "I'll hold you to that." I've never been so sure in my life.