By: Selim

Disclaimer: I do not own Full Metal Alchemist

Summary: Roy’s being sent off to fight and plans to spend his last week with his little blonde lover, Ed.

“…And the regiment’s listings were sent from main headquarters here, giving off the names for drafted…” Riza continued, going down her list of priorities as she stood in front of her colonel’s desk. If Roy thought he was paying attention, he wasn’t fooling anyone. His head was resting in his palms as he stared glaze-eyed at the door, anticipating for something to happen. Certainly not a blonde state alchemist who was known to crash in his office around this time of day, because Ed was on an undetermined leave to visit friends in Risembool. “…It would be in your best interest to glance over the list, Colonel. It may surprise you.”

“Mm hm, I’ll get to it.” Roy waved his hand distantly.

Riza rolled her eyes, shifting her weight onto her other leg sluggishly. Putting her hands on her hips she sighed desperately. “Sir, you need to listen to what I’m saying. Several men from this unit are being sent to the front lines. Yourself included.” That caught the older man’s attention, puling him out of what fantasy world he’d been in.

Hazardously, he tossed the paperwork around, looking for the exact list which Riza spoke of until she reached down and plucked the form off the ground to hand it to him. Snatching it from her hand, Roy’s eyes glanced over the list intently before the form fell from his fingers. “Is the rioting that bad down there…?” He asked, earnestly hoping that she’d say no and that the Führer was just wasting their time. A joke, perhaps.

“Reports say that the growth of rioters has tripled within the last year. Two platoons have already been shipped out, but that was half a year ago. They’re due to return home so another needs to be in their line. Eastern Command can only send a few, so they’ve asked Central to donate a few selected men. It appears the Führer thinks it’s his decision on who from our command outpost should go.” She summarized what the entire form said. “I’m sorry sir.”

Never looking up from the paper, Roy rubbed the finger of his glove against his teeth, chewing on the cloth for moral support before saying roughly; “You can go now, Lieutenant. Send Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc and Sergeant Major Kain Fuery on your way out for orders.” With a salute, the young blonde was gone. Sitting back in his chair, Roy stared at a crack in his ceiling, depressed.

How was he going to explain this to Ed? The boy was arriving home tonight, and Roy would be leaving by the beginning of the next week. Rubbing his temples, Roy glared at the door as the two men he asked for slouched in. This was going to be a hard afternoon.

Raising his arm, Ed waved happily as he hopped off the train. His one bag of baggage was tossed effortlessly at him, and he caught it without much trouble before taking off towards Roy to jump in the man’s arms in a hug. “Ugh! I’m so glad to be back! Old lady Pinako had me going everywhere doing errands for her. I don’t see why she decided she needed those locknuts immediately.” His hold didn’t relent from Roy’s neck, and Roy didn’t pull away as he rubbed the blonde’s back, ignoring the heated glances he was receiving from passengers. Finally sliding out of his lover’s arms, Ed rubbed the back of his head. “What have you been doing, Colonel Bastard?”

“Work.” Roy shrugged. “Without you causing damage right and left, we were able to get something done.” He ignored the glare he received from his light haired love. Taking the blonde’s hand, they walked out of the train station. “Let’s get something to eat before we head home.”

With a cheer, Ed threw his arms in the air and around Roy. Then one eye cracked open, suspiciously staring at Roy. “Why are you being so nice?” He demanded.

Roy opened his mouth, ready to tell the blonde that he had to go to fight off riots in the south. When he turned to face Ed, he saw golden eyes full of anger, concern, and confusion. Eyes that had seen so much wrong, but were still filled with innocence. “It’s…nothing, Full Metal. I just, uh, really missed you at work, at home, and…in bed.” He rubbed his hand up Ed’s waist, tugging the blonde up against him.

Slamming his metal fist against Roy’s chest, Ed pushed his brunette lover back. His pale face was completely red as he continued walking down the street. Chuckling, Roy followed closely behind. I’ll tell him later.

When they had arrived home that evening, their first destination was towards the bedroom. Step by step their clothes flooded the floor and by the time they shut the bedroom door, an eager Ed was pushing Roy against it.

The young alchemist may still be less than twenty years, but after their first time the year before, Roy found he had unlocked a minx that constantly demanded sex – not that the colonel was against following through with any sexual demands; in truth, he was more than happy to follow through with them. In the kitchen of his home, in his office, in the backseat of a car, it didn’t matter, Edward was always ready for sex and Roy was always there to sate those needs.

Clutching Roy’s shoulders, Ed pressed their lips together harder, leaving bruises and questioning marks as his tongue dived in, playing with his lover’s tongue. “Where do you want it?” Roy said huskily, bringing the heavy (no thanks to the automail of course!) teen near the stairs. Again, Edward played with his tongue, flesh and metal fingers fumbling with buttons of Roy’s classy shirt.

“You. In me.” Ed whispered, dazed.

With a cunning chuckle, Roy pushed his lover against the wall of the stairs, running his fingers through blonde hair as he kissed the blonde’s chin. “As appealing and understanding as that is, it wasn’t what I was talking about. Where.” He bit clear skin. “In.” He brought his tongue across Ed’s shoulder where the automail was attached, enjoying the battery-like jolt. “My.” He nibbled at the tender flesh as the blonde’s white, button-up tunic slid carelessly onto the floor. “House will I fuck you today?” He slammed his hips up against Ed’s lower waist, enticing a moan from the blonde.

“Auuh…” Ed moaned, his eyes closed. “I d-don’t care.” Lifting his hips, Edward silently asked for more, but Roy was already carrying him upstairs. Bed, I want to make this week … somewhat romantic. He trekked down the hallway, leveling his hands under Ed’s bottom and kneaded the firm mounds hidden by dress trousers. With a groan, the Full Metal Alchemist laid his head upon Roy’s shoulder.

Finally throwing his bedroom door open, Roy heaved Ed’s heavy body onto the bed and climbed on the boy’s lap, grasping the younger male’s head within his fingers. “I love you.” He kissed the boy’s eyelids. “So much.” He kissed the boy’s lips.

Wrapping his arms around the colonel, Ed dragged Roy down with him against feathery pillows. Spreading his legs so the brunette was comfortably between them, the blonde alchemist brought his lips up and pressed roughly against Roy’s. “Then prove it.” Bringing his hands forward, Edwards finished the last of the clasp holding his shirt closed and let it open so his body could show to Roy.

Bringing his palm down, Roy ran his fingers down Ed’s belly, feeling fine microscopic hairs as he reached the waistband of the blonde’s trousers. Slowly he brought his lips down to follow his hands, dripping his tongue in the blonde’s navel before going up again and taking tanned nubs into his mouth. A heavenly moan met his ears as he suckled the skin. The blonde was obviously relaxed. Roy decided as he reached down, unbuttoning tight trousers. There were blonde curls, thin and developed. Rubbing his nose against them, Roy breathed in the familiar scent of that was distinctly Edward.

Tense, the blonde ran his fingers though Roy’s hair. Hazel eyes seemed darker as they filled with lust. Smiling, Roy rubbed his nose as he spread the flaps of the trousers. “No underwear, Ed?”

“It was too hot in Risembool.” He explained. “Besides, I was going to go see you anyway.”

With a smile, Roy helped Edward remove his trousers, watching joyfully as a pale, lengthy leg and an automail one escaped through the imported cotton fabric. Pressing his fingers into the skin, Roy pulled the trousers over Ed’s toes before dropping them on the floor and eyed his naked, flushed lover. “Gorgeous.” He said, mostly to himself. Ed’s face reddened deeper.

Reaching up, Ed grasped hold of Roy’s blue uniform. “Get undressed.” He insisted. Roy didn’t need to be told twice as he fumbled clumsily with his uniform buttons, trying to remove them so he could undress. With a giggle, Edward reached forward and helped his colonel remove his clothes, let his fingers linger against warm skin longer than needed. “I want to blow you.” He whispered.

“Then what’s holding you back?” Roy teased.

Blushing, Ed pressed his automail arm against Roy’s chest, pushing the colonel back and against the bed and fell against the floor. Spreading his legs, Roy watched as Ed did as he said. The blonde’s mouth played with his head, taking agonizing time to pay attention to the bead of semen escaping from the tip. Golden eyes cracked open and watched him with equal interest as rigid automail fingertips ran down his hot cock, the chilled metal sent jolts up his spine, causing him to thrust his hips up but a quick grasp of Ed’s real hand at his hip stopped him from getting too far.

Removing Roy’s dick from his mouth, Ed’s tongue worked around the head licking down to Roy’s balls, kneading the skin with cold metal before following with wet heat. Taking one into his mouth, Ed sucked at the flesh happily before backing away with a noisy ‘pop’ as he released the skin. Taking the other sac into his mouth, he repeated his actions. Groaning, Roy grasped his pillow, unable to keep watching his little lover’s actions. God, Ed was so good with his tongue when he wasn’t talking.

With a string of saliva attached from Ed’s lips to Roy’s testicles, Edward pulled back, eyeing the meaty flesh in front of him before taking it all into his mouth in one swallow. Reaching up, Roy ran his fingers through blonde locks, petting the blonde’s head. That braid… Roy’s eyes opened to slit. Why hadn’t he noticed earlier that Ed had decided to sport a braid that day and was still sporting his hair up?

Tracing his fingers over the rough hair, Roy tugged the tie out and shot it…somewhere in the room. It was all too hazy to bother when Ed began doing that wondrous thing with his tongue. Roy groaned. So close…

No. He had to stop this. He lowered his hands and pulled Ed off his cock. Panting, the dark haired colonel sat up, pulling Ed on his lap. The tip of his dick aligned with Ed’s, sending a jolt of pleasure down his back. With haste, Roy captured Ed’s lips in a kiss as his hands reached around to spread the blonde’s butt cheeks. “I’m going to fuck you.” He said roughly as they parted.

“P-Please.” Ed begged as a finger pushed into his entrance.

“I want to fuck you dry.” Roy continued as he wiggled his index finger, knowing the tip was ever so brushing against the muscle that threw coherent thought from Full Metal’s mind.

Ed didn’t respond as his body shook, pressing closer to the dark haired colonel and repositioning himself on Roy’s lap. With his erect dick somewhat aligned with Ed’s star opening, Roy spread his lover’s bottom further before thrusting himself (and Ed pushing himself down), joining their bodies as one.

Attached, Roy froze, letting Ed relax and become use to the sudden shift in his body. Trimmed nails dug into his shoulders as Full Metal pulled them together, chocking on his breath. Carefully, Roy shifted his hips, repositioning himself until he knew he was aiming in the right direction before slamming his hips up. “R-Roy-!” Ed sucked in a breath.

Grasping the blonde’s hips, Roy lifted his younger lover up before pulling him down on his shaft. This is getting nowhere. The colonel breathed deeply before changing positions, throwing Edward onto the bed. With heated thrust he rammed his hips into the blonde repeatedly, watching his lover’s face. Etched in pleasure, Ed panted, his eyes rolled back behind his eyelids. Roy didn’t remove his eyes from that face. That was the face he wanted to remember when he was gone.

Reaching between them, he grabbed Ed’s bobbing penis and stroked it at the same time as his thrust. Close. He groaned as Ed began to squeeze his rectal muscles around Roy. Not…until…

“Auh…Ah…!” Ed screeched. “Roy-!” He screamed out his completion, Roy filling him close behind.

Slumping on his lover’s body. Roy spread kisses across Ed’s face, waiting for the flushed, far-gone look to disappear. It was now or never. “Ed, we need to talk.”

“Mm?” The blonde moaned, wrapping his arms around Roy’s upper torso.

“I,” Roy started, “I’m leaving, Ed.”

Golden eyes shot open. “What?” He yelled. Tears filled the corner of his eyes, and Roy couldn’t help but feel Ed had got the wrong idea of what he meant.

“I’ve been ordered to go to deal with the rioters, I don’t want to leave, but the Führer has ordered it.” He took Ed’s face into his hands. “I have a lot of time off this week, to say good-bye to love ones before we’re shipped off. I want to spend that time with you.”

Reaching up, Ed grasped his lover’s hands. “How long will you be gone?”

“A month at the least.” Roy whispered. “It depends on how long it takes things to settle down, but I’ll come back Ed.” He kissed his lover’s forehead.

Pulling Roy down, Ed held him close. “I don’t want you to leave…” He whispered. “I love you.” He whined.

“I won’t die, Ed.” Roy smiled. “Just a couple of roaches that want attention. I’ll deal with them as fast as I can and return to you and your arms. As long as you let me.”

“Of course I’ll let you!” Ed yelled, his face reddening before breaking into a smile. “A week, right?” He asked. “If you’re leaving in a week, and you have this week off, let’s make this a week to remember.”

“I planned on that, actually.” Roy grinned, lifting one of his lover’s legs up and turning his own hips. “Let’s hope your young energy can keep up.”

Giggling, Ed kissed his lover’s cheek. “I can keep up – but can you?” His voice shook as his prostate was jabbed and silence fell into the room, followed, once more, by moans of pleasure.