Disclaimer: I do not own FMA or any of its characters. I do, however own this plot and such so, meh…

Warnings: yaoi (boy x boy, don't like then hit the back button or read another fic, you've had fair warning by now I hope :P if you didn't like it I would have hoped you ran out by now lol), language, and maybe some OCness…though I'm not quite sure if it's that bad…

The final installment of my first ever Ed x Roy fic –sighs- I never thought I would find a good ending for it but my muses won't stop bugging me so its best not to keep them or you waiting much longer.

I apologize for the long absence but Im hoping that I'll be getting all my old tales wrapped up and new ones spun.

The FINAL chapter in…

Strings of the Heart

Movement 15: Roulette Love

The week before the big final concert of the year flew by so rapidly Ed scarcely knew where that time all went. Every day Mustang was on edge, snapping even more during rehearsal's and stealing searing looks of worried longing towards the first chair violinist. This didn't escape the notice of the other classmates and it soon began circulating like wildfire that Roy finally cracked and now held Edward-as a teacher's pet.

Edward snickered about this. Far, far from the truth, he was still glad for any cooked up excuse whether by mere accident or otherwise and it was all thanks to Winry. She was very clearly grumbling about how she should have been getting more attention since everyone knew how much Ed was a genius and Roy merely hid his smile behind his conductor's stand. Band was becoming more enjoyable than he ever thought possible and he wondered what he could work into this year's solo as a tribute to his lover.

"Edward Elric I know how attractive you find your superiors but could you come down a bit from the clouds for a few seconds so I can teach properly?" A few people nearly dropped their instruments form laughing so hard and the drummer cracked the set with the infamous da-du-diish of a punch line. The short blonde went a very colorful shade of beet red.

"Well it's a bit hard when you wave that stick around you know." He retorted with brass and the whole class took five minutes to get focused. Mustang shot him an unreadable look and a muttered "In my office after class" mad some of the laughter die fast.

The door was barely slammed shut after everyone had left before Edward was pulled into a raging kiss. Surprised at the sudden spark erupting and dancing across his needy mouth, Edward surrendered weakly. Mustangs had been in a rollercoaster of hot passion and cold teacher and it was hard to tell what he wanted day to day.

"It's a baton first of all-"He breathed raggedly moving his hand roughly over every part of the older Elric while the other was intently tugging itself into his braid. "and second, you need to stop thinking of me like that in class-I can't restrain myself if you do that."

"Thinking like what?" He was genuinely curious. He wasn't sure how much his face or his thoughts betrayed.

"Like you have half your mind on the music and half of it making my body sing as violently as the music in front of you…"

He whimpered softly as Roy descended on him with abandon. He had to make a huge effort to extract himself from his passionate pursuing mouth, much to his teacher's immediate dismay. He didn't mind the attention but here in the office wasn't a good idea, seeing as Ed had just caught in the corner of his eye that Winry had returned to get something in the band room with Al in tow.

Shit.

Mustang felt it too and was no longer half as scandalized.

"I'll see you tomorrow Eddy…"

Flustered, Edward exited, much to Winry's confused looks and Al's slightly mournful grumbling complaints of Mustang still being a "bastard".

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"So what's really going on with you and Mr. Mustang these days?"

Edward winced and she reattached the automail arm after a routine diagnostics check ran from her juiced up, hacked computer. The hiss of re-bonding metal and port made him wince. Even now he never got used to how effortlessly his arm could be attached and reattached with still some sort of human feeling in them. His leg involuntarily twitched and nearly smashed Winry in the face. With a furious yell, she threw a wrench at Ed's reaffixed arm.

"Watch what you're doing blockhead! You could have nailed me a new one before the concert!"

"I'm sorry it's not my fault you aren't more careful with it!"

"You'd think after all this time I'd been an expert? Who do you think you are, Ed?"

"Someone who'd rather not get the only good prosthetic in existence ruined by some clumsy hands!"

Another wrench smacked him this time on his head making Edward cry out and hiss in pain. Reflexively he whipped a hand up to touch the spot she hit and swore when his fingers found an already small lump.

"Winry!"

"You didn't answer my question!" She waved a power drill threateningly in his face and he turned sheet white. "What's up with you and Roy recently?"

He put on the most innocent expression he could muster.

"He's been less of a jerk hasn't he?"

Winry narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

"Yes.." she grudgingly admitted. " and everyone says-no everyone believes that it's because you're like his new teacher's…pet" She seemed to struggle with the word as if it was something pink and fluffy she swallowed. Ed secretly grinned at her uncomfortable expression.

He broke tradition to be with me.

"I thought he wouldn't like me for a while," and he winced letting the pain try and mask a smile he had a hard time containing. "But I guess he came around…" The girl looked completely lost as she finished up reconfiguring his leg.

In more ways than one.

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"Every day I'm worried that I'll find you stone cold after lying with you."

This admission took Edward purely by surprise as his teacher lay there on his bed, sprawled out with beads of sweat dotting his slender pale form. Roy's hair was plastered wetly to ever part of his forehead and neck. He still gasped and breathed ever so slightly out from puffed, abused lips. If there was any time Roy Mustang looked simply ravishing, this was the peak of that in Edward's mind. Ed was gazing at the man before him with slight astonishment. He had never felt so deeply probed, so lovingly that turned into the most animalistic wild run they had ever had. His behind still felt raw from Mustang's persistent entry and while it didn't bother him the least bit, the sudden influx of passionate intensity made him wonder after nearly a week of mere touches, kisses and gazes. It was the night before the last performance and the blonde chuckled. Roy looked aghast, wings fluttering against the bed in annoyance.

"Eddy it's not funny!" He snapped, cupping his lover's cheek with restrained intensity. He struggled not to grip him too tightly, but he feared that any moment he would slip into whips curling teasingly between his fingers. Gone.

The older Elric inhaled sharply boring his honeyed gaze deeply into inky black ones.

"I wasn't saying it was funny, sensei." He replied evenly, still drinking in the sight of his dark lover. "I'm just wondering what you're so tense about." And what drove you into such a white passion abandon inside of me…

"I can't-I refuse to live without you and I would blame myself for eternity if I was the cause of your death." He pressed his fingers against the smaller boy's lips as he tried to muscle up a protest. "I am a reason why people die and every day, there's always that time that others like me will come calling for you. Sometimes I wonder if I'm supposed to be allowed such exquisite feelings," Butter cream eyelashes fluttered shut in response to the gentle strokes of fingers across his damp cheeks. This roulette love…was he regretting ever dancing with a mere mortal every day? Is it tearing him apart? "But," At this Ed jerked himself from his brooding. "I have never regretted coming to this world just for you. I only regret that at any moment your beautiful life will be cut short."

"If you worry about such things we'll never find the time to enjoy what time we are allowed." Moaning slightly from the skin to skin contact Ed pushed his body against Mustangs. "The last performance of the year is tomorrow-you need to rest up Mr. Mustang." He stuck his tongue out as a flash of irritancy then grudging amusement came out of his lover.

"I don't need to feel older than I am…"

"You're not old, not the way you treat me." Edwards cunning suggestive smirk had Mustang's now complete attention. Edward shuddered as Mustang, fully alert, was sliding himself inside again. "And you certainly-ahh!-don't act-Oh!-like you aaaaaahhhr!"

All conversation ceased for the rest of the night.

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"Are you nervous Eddy?"

The whisper trilled him and he was rendered more nervous from that than from facing the crowd of over six thousand strangers. The school end of the year concerts had now become the local and district wide attraction-even drawing people from out of the country just to get a cheaper venue in which to see the Elric brother. In lieu of that the school had to now up their ticket prices from the usual ten to now thirty while Edward Elric was still named in the program. It was a distress for most of the parents as they had to be jam packed in the venue that it was held in and it was much less personal but to Ed, this was about as personal it had ever gotten for him.

"I just feel sorry for the other musicians' parents this year yet again-they have to sit there and deal with someone next to them that speaks Chinese and then another person in Russian or Grecian." Ed murmured back as he poignantly ignored the whispers and the stares from the other girls in the band. Mustang was border line cruel as his breath ticked the younger boy's hormones inside of him. "Roy stop it!" He hissed turning a baby pink. "Don't do that before I perform-I can't do my violin any great justice."

He pulled away somewhat apologetic and said no more.

The roar of applause rocked the wooden stage as the line of students made their entrance. Ed's heart was pounding and it still wasn't form the sheer attendance in the house. No, it was that way Mustang looked at them-had looked at him a fraction of a second longer as he was directing people to seats with his baton- with all that spotlight that gave the boy a small shiver of delight.

Ed couldn't see out as always (with the darn lights pointed straight in the face he supposed it was to keep stage fright panic to a minimum) but tonight he wasn't looking for his brother. No, when he raised his instrument, resting it in the oh so familiar crook in his neck, bow lightly touching the strings, it was Roy Mustang, the sensei he fell so deeply in love with that was his tribute tonight.

Tonight…this is for you…

And when Roy flicked his hand downward, the story flew from his fingers.

This was your touch, what it does to me. I burn, ache, want, need with a passion that sometimes makes me feel a stranger in my own body. You hide, you teased, you grew and blossomed a love that could not be taken away…

Tonight it sang a new intensity, the strings perfectly tuned, the strokes fluid and with an ease of grace. There was something in Edward that had changed and everyone, even those who had never taken a music lesson in their lives, took note. But this time, it wasn't a thousand fold repetition of over worked formula, of patterns and scales. This was something daring and something that for the first time was not a journey he took by himself as a soloist but one that took care of everyone else's musical voice.

I finally found you and at first, it wasn't who or what I expected. But my doubts and inhibitions soon were overcome with the tug you had on my soul. It was too much to bear. Even if the words failed me then or now, I know you can hear them speak tonight.

Edward glanced briefly to Mustang who while still conducting, had teared up. He loosened his wrist and into the position Mustang had lectured him about so many times before and the shimmer in his notes took a lusty, heady tone.

I can never forget the first kiss you swept across my untouched lips. I can never forget the first embrace, your first lessons, the longing of seeing you again and again that feed a fire I never knew existed. You may had changed my personality but what remained in my music was the purest essence of me-wild, stubborn, determined and holding the ability to get annoyed, mad, angry , even curse at you.

The music took on a new shade of melody and the audience was hushed, feeling his raw emotions spill out form wood and metal, arched and tender. Ed could feel Al's gaze, knew that it spoke indefinitely of a love he shared with another but the elder brother tossed a small word of apology making Al sigh, sinking his head against the back of the chair.

For the first time all fears of Ed vanishing without warning in a clammy cold paralysis were dismissed from Roy's thoughts. As the crowd roared at the end of the performance, Edward snuck a shy glance towards him. Eyes locked. Ed felt something faint tugging at his soul, something that felt like a cold brush of feathers unfamiliar, but he wouldn't go-not tonight. Roy felt it too-an angel in seclusion- but this would be a night with no victories for death knocking.

They would take their chances-together.

Roulette Love.

Fin

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So to all my fans I hope you've noticed this has been updated or have just stopped by out of randomness-I would hate to let down your expectations so if I did grill me is you wish T_T

I feel like I didn't do the final performance of the school year justice like I've done his mere fits of practice but you tell me lol. I will try to rapidly update the other fics as much as possible but inevitably I'll be bit by a plot and it probably won't let me go now that I'm a willing listener again. That you all again for your support and thanks to all the reviews that made me believe I could pick these stories up once again. I hope that it hasn't been too long and that you are all now finally satisfied-somewhat –laughs-