XVIII

Edward leaned against the windowsill of his bedroom, staring out at the streets of Central. He hadn't been allowed to go back to Resembool like Alphonse had, instead kept prisoner in a townhouse room belonging to Roy Mustang. He was sure it was Envy's doing, considering the military was doing a final cleansing of surviving insurgents throughout Amestris. The seventeen-year-old sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, bored and tired of reading. He just wanted to go home and put all of this behind him. Of course, that was impossible given his current situation, but his imprisonment wasn't so bad. He was able to go outside when Roy or one of Greed's subordinates came to take him.

He would never say he felt like a dog when they did that.

Of course, he had access to all the books he could possibly need and he wasn't completely a prisoner in the sense of the word. It just felt nice to complain. Speaking of complaining, he certainly had a few choice words for that bastard Colonel when he came home. With his promotion, Roy had been able to change his way of living, but instead of hiring a fucking maid, he treated Edward as one. Ed felt ready to tear out the bastard's eyes. Instead, he gave a frustrated, strangled yell and moved to flop onto his bed, grabbing at his pillow and kicking his feet like he was a child, glowering at the closed door of the room. He buried his face in his pillow a moment later and heaved a sigh.

"Bored." Ed moaned.

He remembered everything that had happened in a detached sort of way, remembered Alphonse hugging him, remembered Roy's chaste kiss – and decided he shouldn't have since it only made him flush and his body react. Roy wouldn't be home for another five hours at the least and Ed wasn't about to use his hand. Envy would make fun of him if he knew. Ed rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling – the same ceiling he'd stared at for the past year. There was nothing else to do. Edward sat up and kicked his feet. Maybe he would try cooking again. Granted, he could only make the basest of meals, but he was getting better. The only thing that held him back was the fact Roy never bought groceries, so rarely was he home. They'd all go bad before he got around to using them. Edward got up from his bed to go wander to the kitchen, hoping there would be something to play in. He stood at the top of the stairs as the front door opened to admit one Roy Mustang into the house. Roy looked just shy of haggard and barely offered Edward a greeting as he ambled upstairs and disappeared into his bedroom.

A moment later, the shower started.

Ed ground his teeth and went down into the kitchen.

Exploring he found strawberries and a bar of sweet chocolate and decided he wouldn't get any better fare if he tried. So he melted down the chocolate in a saucepan and sat down to his bounty about the same time the shower turned off. He was through his fifth chocolate covered strawberry when Roy came into the kitchen, staring at the blonde and his choice of dinner.

"Maybe if you remembered to go grocery shopping," Ed snarled as the Colonel raised an eyebrow.

The sentence hunt in the air. Ed swallowed. Roy approached. The clattering chair started it all and Ed never made it out of the kitchen. The teenager found himself flat on his back on the kitchen table and Roy between his legs.

"Maybe I don't go grocery shopping so I can keep you around." Roy snarled.

"Why are you so pissy?"

"Because for the past year I've been wanting to fuck you and your goddamned brother always finds a reason to keep me away from you."

Ed burst out laughing and cried out when Roy sank his teeth into his pulse. Edward squirmed beneath Roy, but the Colonel had situated his weight over Ed to keep the boy pinned. The blonde was at his utter mercy, and Edward knew it. Kiss after kiss seared the blonde's skin and Ed wondered when his pants had made it across the room without him knowing.

"Last time we were interrupted," Roy's voice was a purr and Edward squirmed.

"What makes you think we won't be this time?" Ed asked.

Roy pushed a strawberry into Ed's mouth. "Put your mouth to better use."

Ed choked around the strawberry as Roy's left hand slid up his abdomen and under his shirt, index and thumb tweaking his nipple into a hardened nub. If that wasn't enough, Roy leaned up to pull the saucepan of melted chocolate closer to him. Ed watched in a mix of horror and excitement as Roy's fingers disappeared into that melted chocolate and then lifted out to dribble the sticky sweet substance over Ed's stomach, abdomen, and then over the boy's cock. If he hadn't been fully hard with just the touches, then Ed most certainly was at the first drip of the hot chocolate. And if that wasn't enough for the boy, Roy's tongue did him the honour of cleaning him of that chocolate.

Ed squirmed and writhed and whimpered, all under Roy's ministrations. The more he squirmed, the more chocolate that damned Colonel used on him. Finally, Roy cleaned Ed of all traces of chocolate and gave the blonde that irritating smirk.

"Bed, Edward."

Ed spluttered. "You're making me WALK there?! Like this?"

"Why not?" Roy asked, already abandoning the kitchen for the bedroom.

Grumbling, Ed followed and made sure to take his pants with him. When he reached the Colonel's bedroom, he found himself suddenly tossed onto the bed and stripped of his shirt. Roy's mouth was hot and demanding on Ed's own and the blonde couldn't help the cry that escaped him as Roy pushed his right leg up, exposing him. Then slickened – and goddamn TALENTED – fingers pressed into Ed's passage, slipping in at least three. Ed arched and yelled and Roy encouraged it by slamming those three digits deeper into the boy's body.

Ed was panting by the time Roy began to scissor his fingers to stretch him, and somewhere in the middle of this Ed had come, eliciting a laugh from Roy. Possessing enough of a mind to retaliate, Ed bit Roy's neck and left a bright bruise. For that, Ed found himself on his stomach, ass in the air and invaded by Roy's tongue. The blonde gripped the blankets beneath him and cursed loudly as his lover's tongue moved against the tight muscles of his sphincter.

Roy chuckled. "Relax Edward." He rubbed his thumb over the boy's stretched hole and pushed the tip inside, laughing as the boy jumped.

"Relax?!" Ed yelled over his shoulder. "You don't have fingers up your ass, so don't tell me to relax!"

Roy laughed out loud this time and flipped Edward onto his back, wanting to see the expression in those gold eyes. They were burning with love and lust and heated anger and Roy loved it. He hooked his arms under his small lover's knees and bent him near in half, positioning the head of his cock against Ed's entrance. He didn't ask if the boy was ready; he simply shoved in and felt the boy beneath him arch as he was fully sheathed in that tight heat.

The black-haired man began to move, pounding his lover into the sheets, listening to the cries he drew with pleasure. He kept up a fast tempo until he felt Ed tighten around him and slowed down to let Ed cool down, then picked up the pace again. He repeated this five more times before Ed had enough and bit his shoulder. Roy's hand slid between them and stroked Ed in time with his thrusts, feeling hot ribbons of precome against his fingers. Then Ed tossed his head back and yelled Roy's name, and Roy felt those tight hot muscles of Ed's passage clamp down on him, pulsing with every heartbeat as the boy came over Roy's hand.

Roy wasn't far behind, and after a few more hard thrusts, he felt his balls tighten and his body tense as he released load after load of semen into his lover. Ed lay beneath him panting, covered in cooling sweat and seed, and after a moment of utter calm, Roy pulled his softening member from Edward's body and rolled to the side to lay beside him. Only when Ed began to shiver did Roy pull him close and draw the quilt over them, making sure to keep the blonde close.

"Roy?" Ed's voice was sleepy, tired.

"Mmh?"

"Can we say it?"

Roy rolled slightly to look at Ed's gold eyes. He sighed and kissed his blonde lover. "Go to sleep."

Roy stayed awake to listen to protest, but Edward simply curled up against him. The black-haired man tangled his fingers in blonde hair and smiled.

Tomorrow, he'd tell Ed he loved him.

Tomorrow, he'd let Ed say it back.

Tomorrow.

Roy waited until Ed was fast asleep before he rolled out of bed and quietly padded to the bureau, pulling open the bottom drawer as soundlessly as he could. There, under all his socks, lay the package Envy had given him nearly a year ago. He pulled the box up and slowly tore through the tape holding the cardboard shut. He opened up the box, and frowned when he found only a rolled up piece of paper. He slowly unfurled it, then hurriedly caught two simple silver bands in his other hand. He stared at the bands, then looked at the missive.

'When the day comes that you realize what's most important in the world, never, ever let it go. – Ein Elric. P.S. Don't even think that this gets you out of assigned duty, Mustang.'

Roy blinked at the silver bands and the letter, at the postscript, then over at Ed still sleeping peacefully. "Screw you, Envy." He dropped the paper and rings back into the box. He slammed the drawer shut. He crawled back into bed and curled around Edward. He closed his eyes and sighed.

Tomorrow.