Scars
Scars
Full metal Alchemist
RoyxEd
Edward Elric was scarred.
Roy knew that as a sort of intellectual exercise. Ed liked to make love in the darkness, with touching fingers and questing mouths. If there was light he wouldn’t undress, claiming shyness and Roy found it charming. Everyone had their kinks and he left it at that.
So when he walked into Ed on the shower without realising he was transfixed.
Edward Elric was scarred.
There was pinkish gold skin around his shoulder, down unto his nipple from the automail port, a terrible pinkish gold pucker around his stomach from a wound he had never admitted, silvery gold lines across his back that appeared to be from claws, down to the gathered flesh that abutted his automail leg.
Roy stood there for a moment in silence.
“It’s ugly, bastard, I know,” Ed said and wrapped the towel about himself covering as much as he could, “you don’t have to look. You don’t have to make me feel like more of a freak.”
Roy was still speechless so he let actions speak for him, he pulled the towel from Ed’s hands and looked at him, with no horror, just a sense of wonder, then he kissed the scar at the base of his neck and let his mouth trail the wet skin down to the automail port, “I can’t feel it,” Ed said, trying to push him away, “nerve damage.”
Roy kissed his lover on the mouth and then kissed the scarred tissue around the automail port, the pucker on his stomach, the claw marks on his back, the line that dipped into his pubic hair, the gathered meat of his leg.
Ed was on the verge of tears when he muttered “perverted bastard,” but it sounded like he said anything just to break the moment.
Roy just took the towel and wrapped it around Ed before he pulled him to his chest, because sometimes words weren’t necessary.
Edward Elric was scarred and it just made him all the more beautiful and precious.
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