Fire and Flame (Mustang x Hughes) For 55Themes #2- School
Author: SeaweedOtter
Title: Fire and Flame
Theme and Number: #2- School
Genres: Romance, Humor, very slight Angst
Warnings/Disclaimers: Fake Roy and Maes backhistory, and Academy!Roy and Maes fic.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Roy Mustang x Maes Hughes
Rating: PG
Summary: Sometimes a flame is hard to exinguish.
Even though he had always excelled in school, Roy Mustang never really liked it. He was a very smart boy- gifted and a very quick learner, but he was also a lazy person by nature. And it went against every bit of his attempt at a lazy existence to read and do the homework that had to be done.
By the time that he entered the military academy, the flame inside of him was
already kindled, and he attacked fire alchemy with a new vigor that excited all of the teachers that had the good fortune to have him as a student.
That flame unfortunately backfired on him more than once. He 'accidentally' set his first roommate's desk on fire, after the roommate and his friend had decided to have some fun with the 'freak alchemist' and dampen his white alchemic gloves the same morning he had an alchemy exam.
Thankfully, his teacher had been understanding, and even stood up for Roy when the school sent in an examination team to determine how the man's desk mysteriously caught on fire. He was lucky enough not to get kicked out of school or court marshaled, but he needed a new roommate.
It worked out well that another boy- in the same grade but half a year older, was in the same dorm building. His roommate had had to leave school due to family issues just a few weeks before. Roy moved his few belongings to the new room when his new roommate had apparently left for the weekend.
As much as Roy tried to study, he couldn't concentrate. He knew every little about the boy, except that he wasn't an alchemist and that he was gunning for Investigations. The fact that this new roommate wasn't an alchemist scared him more than a little after the last incident.
Alchemists were both feared and revered for the same reason- their skill at
manipulating matter into weapons of power. How would this new kid take to his
alchemy, some of the most destructive of all?
He found out late that Sunday night, when his new roommate came in with a girl
attached to his arm. Roy could tell that they had been making out by the large red marks on the boy's neck, and how crumpled his shirt was. They stopped dead in the doorway, their lips parting from each other.
"Oh, Gracia. I guess this is my new roomie." He smiled and pointed to Roy, who
lifted his head up from his alchemy book, grunted, and put his head back down. "I will call you later, okay snookums?" He gave her a quick kiss on the lips, and she nodded, waving.
"Bye, Maes!"
"Bye, Gracia." Maes closed the door, seemingly not caring about the several bright pink lipstick marks that dotted his face. He sighed and smiled, leaning against the door. "Ah, she is the girl for me. I just know it." He smiled and walked over to the sitting alchemist.
"Hey there. Maes Hughes. Freshman." He extended his hand.
"Roy Mustang. Freak alchemist." he replied curtly, and continued to read his book.
"Um, alright then. I guess I will leave you to your studying." The smile dropped from his face and he started to strip off his shirt, sitting on his bed with a groan of the old mattress springs.
"Look, I know you don't wanna talk. I heard about what happened to your last roommate." Roy stopped and looked up from his book to the slightly older boy. "But I just want you to know that I really don't care if you are a 'freak alchemist' or not. From what I heard, that asshole deserved a lot worse than a scorched desk."
The alchemist closed the alchemy book and smiled slightly. "Thanks. I'm sorry if I was rude to your.. er.. girlfriend, I guess? But it has just been a long semester so far, and I am anxious for it to be over with as little trouble as possible."
"It's alright, Roy. I will explain it to her. I don't think she heard about it, since she isn't a student here at the academy. I am sure she will understand." Maes got up and put a hand on his new roommate's shoulder. "I know it isn’t much, but I took some fruit from the lunchroom. Want an apple?"
"Yeah, thanks. And... thanks for being understanding. I guess you know why I am a bit leery around non alchemists. But you seem like a good enough guy." He took the tossed apple and bit into it. "Mmm. Good."
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"So, you said that when you explained what that guy did to my gloves to Gracia, she said that she wanted to punch him?" Roy laughed and took another long draught from his glass of scotch, coughing slightly as it burned going down.
Maes pushed his glasses up his long nose. "Yeah. The gets the cutest look to her face when she scrunches it up and she is all angry-" The smile dropped from Roy's face, and Maes stopped immediately, frowning. "I'm sorry, Roy. I know you hate it when I do that. I just cant help it.."
The alchemist took another long drink of scotch, finishing the glass, the leftover ice clinked loudly in against the glass as he set it on the bar. "It's okay, Maes. She is your wife. I know. Things... changed. You are married, and I have to remember that you are no longer- "
"Yours."
"Yeah." Roy sighed and stared for a moment into his empty glass. He flagged down the bartender and ordered another. Maes thought about asking him if another drink was a wise idea, but he quickly thought better of it.
"We have talked about this before." Maes' voice dropped to almost a whisper, though it was unlikely that anyone would be able to hear through the din of the bar anyways. "I love you. I always will. But I want a family, and you want your career. And if we continue together, then neither of those can happen. It doesn't mean that I don't love you any more. It just means that..
well.. we need to move on."
Roy's new scotch came just in time, and it was downed in one gulp. "Yeah. Move on. I know." His voice slurred lightly, and he put a hand on the bar to steady himself from the suddenly spinning room.
"We aren't in school any more. This is the real world, and if someone found out about us, it wouldn't be as innocent as splashing water on your gloves, Roy. People have died for less."
"I know. I know you are right and I know we can't do this, and I know that we are wrong for even feeling this way. That doesn't mean that I don't, though." Roy put his head down on the bar, his forehead making a dull thud against the hardwood. He didn't move when he felt a rough hand rub against the back of his own.
"I know. Believe me, I understand. But it is for the best."
Roy nodded and stood up, using the bar to balance himself for a moment. He put a hand softly on his former lover's shoulder. "I know it is. But that doesn't make it any easier." He paused and looked into Maes' eyes, dark black glaring into citrine.
"Have a good life, Maes. You will always be my best friend, no matter what." His hand left Maes' shoulder, and without another word, he walked to the door and out of the bar.
"Goodbye, Roy."
Title: Fire and Flame
Theme and Number: #2- School
Genres: Romance, Humor, very slight Angst
Warnings/Disclaimers: Fake Roy and Maes backhistory, and Academy!Roy and Maes fic.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Roy Mustang x Maes Hughes
Rating: PG
Summary: Sometimes a flame is hard to exinguish.
Even though he had always excelled in school, Roy Mustang never really liked it. He was a very smart boy- gifted and a very quick learner, but he was also a lazy person by nature. And it went against every bit of his attempt at a lazy existence to read and do the homework that had to be done.
By the time that he entered the military academy, the flame inside of him was
already kindled, and he attacked fire alchemy with a new vigor that excited all of the teachers that had the good fortune to have him as a student.
That flame unfortunately backfired on him more than once. He 'accidentally' set his first roommate's desk on fire, after the roommate and his friend had decided to have some fun with the 'freak alchemist' and dampen his white alchemic gloves the same morning he had an alchemy exam.
Thankfully, his teacher had been understanding, and even stood up for Roy when the school sent in an examination team to determine how the man's desk mysteriously caught on fire. He was lucky enough not to get kicked out of school or court marshaled, but he needed a new roommate.
It worked out well that another boy- in the same grade but half a year older, was in the same dorm building. His roommate had had to leave school due to family issues just a few weeks before. Roy moved his few belongings to the new room when his new roommate had apparently left for the weekend.
As much as Roy tried to study, he couldn't concentrate. He knew every little about the boy, except that he wasn't an alchemist and that he was gunning for Investigations. The fact that this new roommate wasn't an alchemist scared him more than a little after the last incident.
Alchemists were both feared and revered for the same reason- their skill at
manipulating matter into weapons of power. How would this new kid take to his
alchemy, some of the most destructive of all?
He found out late that Sunday night, when his new roommate came in with a girl
attached to his arm. Roy could tell that they had been making out by the large red marks on the boy's neck, and how crumpled his shirt was. They stopped dead in the doorway, their lips parting from each other.
"Oh, Gracia. I guess this is my new roomie." He smiled and pointed to Roy, who
lifted his head up from his alchemy book, grunted, and put his head back down. "I will call you later, okay snookums?" He gave her a quick kiss on the lips, and she nodded, waving.
"Bye, Maes!"
"Bye, Gracia." Maes closed the door, seemingly not caring about the several bright pink lipstick marks that dotted his face. He sighed and smiled, leaning against the door. "Ah, she is the girl for me. I just know it." He smiled and walked over to the sitting alchemist.
"Hey there. Maes Hughes. Freshman." He extended his hand.
"Roy Mustang. Freak alchemist." he replied curtly, and continued to read his book.
"Um, alright then. I guess I will leave you to your studying." The smile dropped from his face and he started to strip off his shirt, sitting on his bed with a groan of the old mattress springs.
"Look, I know you don't wanna talk. I heard about what happened to your last roommate." Roy stopped and looked up from his book to the slightly older boy. "But I just want you to know that I really don't care if you are a 'freak alchemist' or not. From what I heard, that asshole deserved a lot worse than a scorched desk."
The alchemist closed the alchemy book and smiled slightly. "Thanks. I'm sorry if I was rude to your.. er.. girlfriend, I guess? But it has just been a long semester so far, and I am anxious for it to be over with as little trouble as possible."
"It's alright, Roy. I will explain it to her. I don't think she heard about it, since she isn't a student here at the academy. I am sure she will understand." Maes got up and put a hand on his new roommate's shoulder. "I know it isn’t much, but I took some fruit from the lunchroom. Want an apple?"
"Yeah, thanks. And... thanks for being understanding. I guess you know why I am a bit leery around non alchemists. But you seem like a good enough guy." He took the tossed apple and bit into it. "Mmm. Good."
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"So, you said that when you explained what that guy did to my gloves to Gracia, she said that she wanted to punch him?" Roy laughed and took another long draught from his glass of scotch, coughing slightly as it burned going down.
Maes pushed his glasses up his long nose. "Yeah. The gets the cutest look to her face when she scrunches it up and she is all angry-" The smile dropped from Roy's face, and Maes stopped immediately, frowning. "I'm sorry, Roy. I know you hate it when I do that. I just cant help it.."
The alchemist took another long drink of scotch, finishing the glass, the leftover ice clinked loudly in against the glass as he set it on the bar. "It's okay, Maes. She is your wife. I know. Things... changed. You are married, and I have to remember that you are no longer- "
"Yours."
"Yeah." Roy sighed and stared for a moment into his empty glass. He flagged down the bartender and ordered another. Maes thought about asking him if another drink was a wise idea, but he quickly thought better of it.
"We have talked about this before." Maes' voice dropped to almost a whisper, though it was unlikely that anyone would be able to hear through the din of the bar anyways. "I love you. I always will. But I want a family, and you want your career. And if we continue together, then neither of those can happen. It doesn't mean that I don't love you any more. It just means that..
well.. we need to move on."
Roy's new scotch came just in time, and it was downed in one gulp. "Yeah. Move on. I know." His voice slurred lightly, and he put a hand on the bar to steady himself from the suddenly spinning room.
"We aren't in school any more. This is the real world, and if someone found out about us, it wouldn't be as innocent as splashing water on your gloves, Roy. People have died for less."
"I know. I know you are right and I know we can't do this, and I know that we are wrong for even feeling this way. That doesn't mean that I don't, though." Roy put his head down on the bar, his forehead making a dull thud against the hardwood. He didn't move when he felt a rough hand rub against the back of his own.
"I know. Believe me, I understand. But it is for the best."
Roy nodded and stood up, using the bar to balance himself for a moment. He put a hand softly on his former lover's shoulder. "I know it is. But that doesn't make it any easier." He paused and looked into Maes' eyes, dark black glaring into citrine.
"Have a good life, Maes. You will always be my best friend, no matter what." His hand left Maes' shoulder, and without another word, he walked to the door and out of the bar.
"Goodbye, Roy."