Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Automail ❯ Automail ( Chapter 1 )

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Ed shifted back slightly to look down at his automail arm. The steel muscles and tendons glinted softly in the moonlight that was filtering through the nearby window. Despite the fact that this had been his arm for more than five years now, the sight of the cold, prosthetic . . . alien limb made the alchemist shiver.

Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Drama / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.03.2006 | Updated On: 02.06.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 654 | Visits: 753 | Status: Work In Progress

Disclaimer: If I owned FMA, I would be kissing my own feet . . . which would make me very flexible. Maybe then, I could get a boyfriend . . . all the money wouldn't hurt either . . .

I'm sad now `cause I'm poor and lonely. Happy?

Automail

This shouldn't be so interesting, Edward Elric thought to himself dully.

He and his commanding officer had just completed one of their little impromptu get-togethers—which weren't very `impromptu', seeing as they occurred post- Ed's return from every one of his missions—and now, the blonde alchemist was lying next to the colonel, gently tracing the anatomic-geographical rises and hollows of Roy's back with his left hand.

The feeling one.

His automail was great. There was no denying that. The limbs were faultless as far as mechanics and nerve connections were involved and they were far more powerful and far less fragile than regular old flesh and bone that the rest of Ed's body was made of. (Besides, even if he had hated them, he would have kept his mouth shut out of fear of a certain blonde-haired mechanic and her Amazonian wrench.)

No. Ed definitely appreciated . . . even loved his automail. But . . .

But . . .

But he just wished that they could feel. Ed would trade the power, stability, and even the stunted bayonet he could alchemically pull from his wrist . . . he would trade all that if he could feel again.

If he could touch Roy's hands and face and body with both hands and know what that felt like. If he could hold the Flame close to him while they slept and not have his lover unconsciously squirm away from the coldness of his steel appendages. If only, just once, he could experience Roy's tender kisses on the palm of his right hand; God what he's give . . .

If only . . .

Ed sighed as he shifted to wrap his arms around Roy and press his face into the depression between the older man's shoulder blades.

Someday, Edward mused, his golden eyes drifting shut. Someday I'll be able to touch you and feel you . . . like you feel me.

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