Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Ed and Roy, A Tale of Love ❯ Another Deal With The Devil ( Chapter 6 )
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By: AvalonAri 
The plot thickens the day after the deed has been done.
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.17.2008 | Updated On: 03.17.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 307 | Status: Work In Progress
The plot thickens the day after the deed has been done.
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.17.2008 | Updated On: 03.17.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 307 | Status: Work In Progress
Ed and Roy, A Tale of Love
Another Deal With The Devil
A/N: Special thanks to:
My reviewers! Thanks to you I feel like writing more already!
HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!
- - - - -
In the silence of the bathroom, Ed ran the water and watched it as the spray cascaded from the shower head. Never had Ed felt happier but it was slightly marred by the haze he had felt after he had peaked. Sighing, he stepped into the spray, relishing the warm water.
“I...love you...?” He whispered to himself, a whisper he couldn't even hear over the sound of the shower. The words were lost in the water and he hung his head. Had Roy really not heard those words clearly? Maybe he said it too soon, too fast. Fingers weaved into his damp hair and then soap lathered his body. His backside felt slightly sore and he wasn't surprised by the blood that slightly stained the water for a moment.
A smile tugged on his lips when he thought of the ebony-haired sex god in the other room. Ironically, his first major crush had also been his first. The pain from it would fade but the memory of it never would. A happy sigh escaped him and he idly wondered what Roy was doing.
- - - - -
Laying on his back with an uncharacteristically contemplative look on his face, Roy wondered if he should interrupt the boy while he was in the shower. Surely it would startle him but would he be compliant? Mustang closed his eyes and shook his head, brushing the thoughts from his mind. He glanced at the clock after minutes of silence (broken only by the sound of running water from the bathroom) ensued and he stared as the minutes slowly ticked by..no, digital clocks don't tick. Maybe a new clock would be better in this room so he could hear the tick-tick-tick of wasted seconds gone by. Wait, where's the music coming from?
Swiftly he stood up and grabbed his boxers from the floor, trying to hop/walk to his cell phone while he pulled them on. Yanking the phone from it's charger, he flipped it open. Fuck. It was Frank Archer, the goddamned sociopath who never left Bradley's side unless it was a direct order.
“What do you want?” Roy snapped. His dislike for the maniac had been established as soon as he had met him. Rumors around school were that Frank, more known by his last name than his first, had been in and out of kiddie prisons and jails since he was thirteen. In one case, he was tried as an adult after assaulting one of his teachers at the age of sixteen. Rumor has it that he spent a year there. Those tidbits of strangely accurate gossip did nothing to ease Roy's impression of Archer. Somebody like that was bound to end up on Death Row sooner rather than later.
“Easy there, neighbor,” he said in an almost mocking voice. Roy made his way to the bedroom window and looked out to see Archer waving from the window of the house across the street. Gritting his teeth and ignoring how cold he seemed to have become, he crossed his arms. Rotten luck that he had that for a next-door neighbor.
“I said, what do you want?” He glared at the other male causing the sociopath to chuckle. Mustang shivered at the icy tone of which that chuckle was emitted, even though the sun was beginning to creep up and lighten the sky but only slightly. It offered no warmth in the early grips of dawn. Archer disappeared from view and re-emerged holding a\no, it couldn't possibly be that.
“Fuck you, Frank,” he spat, hoping his eyes were deceiving him as he felt his heart thud against his ribcage. He heard the sound of running water stop and felt like the pounding ceased completely as his heart skipped a beat. Another chuckle.
“Well, we had to have proof that you had indeed done the deed.” he sneered with a wink, “Oh, just thought you'd like to know that we're coming over later.” He then laughed as he hung up the phone and pulled his shade down. Standing still with his cellphone dead in his hand, Roy finally dared himself to breath. Pulling the blinds down, (oh how he'd wished he had thought of that earlier) he flipped his phone closed and almost threw it across the room. Instead, he opted to sigh after re-plugging his cell to the charger and plopping down on the bed, burying his head under his pillow.
- - - - -
Edward wrapped a towel around his hair much like a girl would. Another towel wrapped around his waist as he walked back into the bedroom. When he started the shower, he had been half hoping that Roy would walk in and pin him against the wall but it hadn't happened. His ass really hurt though and he was slightly relieved when Mustang didn't come in. Either way, he couldn't help an elated feeling that felt like no one could destroy as he re-entered the bedroom. Upon seeing Roy still on the bed, he sat down next to him.
“Come on, sleepy, get up,” he said to the motionless lump which responded with something mumbled that didn't sound like anything at all. Giving a shrug, Ed laid beside Roy in a silence that wasn't uncomfortable. The towel around Ed's hair came loose and he took it out with a shake of his head. Mustang gave a small jump as small water droplets landed on his back. He emerged with slightly mussed hair and an impassive expression.
“I hate water.” He commented and then chuckled at the look on Ed's face. “Okay, maybe not hate but other than showers, I don't like it.”
“Why not?” The blond asked with a tilt of his head. A shrug was the only response as Mustang sat up. He wanted to say how girly the Elric looked but decided against it.
“What do you want to do today?” He asked as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and then stood, slowly and leisurely stretching, as if all for Edward. His eyes caught sight of the clock, the display showing it to be 7:00 already. Might as well get up for the day anyway.
“I dunno..I have to be home by noon,” he said with a pout on his face.
“No, surely not that soon?” he asked. Good thing really. What would happen if they arrived and Ed was still here? He knew Bradley was popular and everything, but why this interest in Ed? Mustang had been able to tell from the way Edward would blatantly stare at him from across the room, how Edward seemed so embarrassed and flustered whenever there was a chance meeting in the halls or in class.
“Hello? Are you even listening?” Ed questioned with a scowl as he stood, removing the towel after finding his boxers on the floor.
“No, zoned out there.” His onyx eyes watched as the blond pulled his boxers on.
“Thinking about who?” Why, was that a jealous tinge to his voice?
“You, of course.” Not entirely a lie covered with a grin dissipated the blond's anger. “Come on, let's go out.”
- - - - -
After dressing, Roy had placed a soft kiss on Ed's lips, just a quick peck but nevertheless it made Ed's face slightly pink. First, they went for breakfast at McDonald's. It wasn't half bad. They had McMuffins and orange juice. Coffee, in Roy's case. They chatted about things starting with the weather, then classes. It was almost awkward for Ed because he couldn't stop the questions that lingered in the back of his mind, the tip of his tongue. Was Roy considered his boyfriend by now? Lover?
The rest of the morning seemed to be gone after that as they returned to Mustang's house where Ed was picked up only five minutes later by Trisha. He was able to circumvent her questions with ease and, although he felt guilty about it, didn't tell her, couldn't tell his mother.
Roy, on the other hand, had other problems. He had been staring down the street, watching the car disappear as the roar of a motorcycle coming from the other direction caught his attention. Bradley a.k.a. “The King” spun the bike in a 360, coming to a halt in front of the ebony haired male with a sullen expression.
“Where is he?” The repeated senior asked as he killed the engine. The bike had a symbol on it that was likewise on the back of the King's leather jacket.
“Had to go home,” he grunted in reply, disinterest seeming to ooze from Roy as he examined his fingernails.
“Couldn't wait, hm? You're touch have him shrinking that bad?” He insulted. Roy knew better than to answer back so he answered with another shrug of his shoulders. Bradley got off the motorcycle, striding into Roy's place like he owned it.
“Take the bike.” Bradley said once they were inside, tossing the keys to a stunned Roy from across the room. “The boy gave it to you willingly, I believe?” He asked but got no answer as Mustang looked daggers at him. “Eh, you win, I admit. But have you told him? That you bet you could be his first fuck the first time he ever came over to your house? I said no, I believed the kid had integrity. Just can't believe Frankie put his money on you being submissive. Knew you'd never give up your dominance,” he finally paused to glance at the inexpression plastered onto Mustang's face. “You could never submit, now could you?”
“Stop fucking with me,” the dark haired male growled.
Bradley grinned. “I have something to discuss,” he said in an almost evil voice. Mustang he could swear he saw a forked black tongue dart out of Bradley's mouth.
“Sit down, Roy, I won't bite.” He wasn't surprised when the male stayed where he was, as far from Bradley as he could be. “Fine, have it your way. But let me ask, what time do you think you could get the blond boy to see you again? It had better be soon. Archer will be here as soon as he's finished copying the video he shot from his window last night...”
Another Deal With The Devil
A/N: Special thanks to:
My reviewers! Thanks to you I feel like writing more already!
HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!
- - - - -
In the silence of the bathroom, Ed ran the water and watched it as the spray cascaded from the shower head. Never had Ed felt happier but it was slightly marred by the haze he had felt after he had peaked. Sighing, he stepped into the spray, relishing the warm water.
“I...love you...?” He whispered to himself, a whisper he couldn't even hear over the sound of the shower. The words were lost in the water and he hung his head. Had Roy really not heard those words clearly? Maybe he said it too soon, too fast. Fingers weaved into his damp hair and then soap lathered his body. His backside felt slightly sore and he wasn't surprised by the blood that slightly stained the water for a moment.
A smile tugged on his lips when he thought of the ebony-haired sex god in the other room. Ironically, his first major crush had also been his first. The pain from it would fade but the memory of it never would. A happy sigh escaped him and he idly wondered what Roy was doing.
- - - - -
Laying on his back with an uncharacteristically contemplative look on his face, Roy wondered if he should interrupt the boy while he was in the shower. Surely it would startle him but would he be compliant? Mustang closed his eyes and shook his head, brushing the thoughts from his mind. He glanced at the clock after minutes of silence (broken only by the sound of running water from the bathroom) ensued and he stared as the minutes slowly ticked by..no, digital clocks don't tick. Maybe a new clock would be better in this room so he could hear the tick-tick-tick of wasted seconds gone by. Wait, where's the music coming from?
Swiftly he stood up and grabbed his boxers from the floor, trying to hop/walk to his cell phone while he pulled them on. Yanking the phone from it's charger, he flipped it open. Fuck. It was Frank Archer, the goddamned sociopath who never left Bradley's side unless it was a direct order.
“What do you want?” Roy snapped. His dislike for the maniac had been established as soon as he had met him. Rumors around school were that Frank, more known by his last name than his first, had been in and out of kiddie prisons and jails since he was thirteen. In one case, he was tried as an adult after assaulting one of his teachers at the age of sixteen. Rumor has it that he spent a year there. Those tidbits of strangely accurate gossip did nothing to ease Roy's impression of Archer. Somebody like that was bound to end up on Death Row sooner rather than later.
“Easy there, neighbor,” he said in an almost mocking voice. Roy made his way to the bedroom window and looked out to see Archer waving from the window of the house across the street. Gritting his teeth and ignoring how cold he seemed to have become, he crossed his arms. Rotten luck that he had that for a next-door neighbor.
“I said, what do you want?” He glared at the other male causing the sociopath to chuckle. Mustang shivered at the icy tone of which that chuckle was emitted, even though the sun was beginning to creep up and lighten the sky but only slightly. It offered no warmth in the early grips of dawn. Archer disappeared from view and re-emerged holding a\no, it couldn't possibly be that.
“Fuck you, Frank,” he spat, hoping his eyes were deceiving him as he felt his heart thud against his ribcage. He heard the sound of running water stop and felt like the pounding ceased completely as his heart skipped a beat. Another chuckle.
“Well, we had to have proof that you had indeed done the deed.” he sneered with a wink, “Oh, just thought you'd like to know that we're coming over later.” He then laughed as he hung up the phone and pulled his shade down. Standing still with his cellphone dead in his hand, Roy finally dared himself to breath. Pulling the blinds down, (oh how he'd wished he had thought of that earlier) he flipped his phone closed and almost threw it across the room. Instead, he opted to sigh after re-plugging his cell to the charger and plopping down on the bed, burying his head under his pillow.
- - - - -
Edward wrapped a towel around his hair much like a girl would. Another towel wrapped around his waist as he walked back into the bedroom. When he started the shower, he had been half hoping that Roy would walk in and pin him against the wall but it hadn't happened. His ass really hurt though and he was slightly relieved when Mustang didn't come in. Either way, he couldn't help an elated feeling that felt like no one could destroy as he re-entered the bedroom. Upon seeing Roy still on the bed, he sat down next to him.
“Come on, sleepy, get up,” he said to the motionless lump which responded with something mumbled that didn't sound like anything at all. Giving a shrug, Ed laid beside Roy in a silence that wasn't uncomfortable. The towel around Ed's hair came loose and he took it out with a shake of his head. Mustang gave a small jump as small water droplets landed on his back. He emerged with slightly mussed hair and an impassive expression.
“I hate water.” He commented and then chuckled at the look on Ed's face. “Okay, maybe not hate but other than showers, I don't like it.”
“Why not?” The blond asked with a tilt of his head. A shrug was the only response as Mustang sat up. He wanted to say how girly the Elric looked but decided against it.
“What do you want to do today?” He asked as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and then stood, slowly and leisurely stretching, as if all for Edward. His eyes caught sight of the clock, the display showing it to be 7:00 already. Might as well get up for the day anyway.
“I dunno..I have to be home by noon,” he said with a pout on his face.
“No, surely not that soon?” he asked. Good thing really. What would happen if they arrived and Ed was still here? He knew Bradley was popular and everything, but why this interest in Ed? Mustang had been able to tell from the way Edward would blatantly stare at him from across the room, how Edward seemed so embarrassed and flustered whenever there was a chance meeting in the halls or in class.
“Hello? Are you even listening?” Ed questioned with a scowl as he stood, removing the towel after finding his boxers on the floor.
“No, zoned out there.” His onyx eyes watched as the blond pulled his boxers on.
“Thinking about who?” Why, was that a jealous tinge to his voice?
“You, of course.” Not entirely a lie covered with a grin dissipated the blond's anger. “Come on, let's go out.”
- - - - -
After dressing, Roy had placed a soft kiss on Ed's lips, just a quick peck but nevertheless it made Ed's face slightly pink. First, they went for breakfast at McDonald's. It wasn't half bad. They had McMuffins and orange juice. Coffee, in Roy's case. They chatted about things starting with the weather, then classes. It was almost awkward for Ed because he couldn't stop the questions that lingered in the back of his mind, the tip of his tongue. Was Roy considered his boyfriend by now? Lover?
The rest of the morning seemed to be gone after that as they returned to Mustang's house where Ed was picked up only five minutes later by Trisha. He was able to circumvent her questions with ease and, although he felt guilty about it, didn't tell her, couldn't tell his mother.
Roy, on the other hand, had other problems. He had been staring down the street, watching the car disappear as the roar of a motorcycle coming from the other direction caught his attention. Bradley a.k.a. “The King” spun the bike in a 360, coming to a halt in front of the ebony haired male with a sullen expression.
“Where is he?” The repeated senior asked as he killed the engine. The bike had a symbol on it that was likewise on the back of the King's leather jacket.
“Had to go home,” he grunted in reply, disinterest seeming to ooze from Roy as he examined his fingernails.
“Couldn't wait, hm? You're touch have him shrinking that bad?” He insulted. Roy knew better than to answer back so he answered with another shrug of his shoulders. Bradley got off the motorcycle, striding into Roy's place like he owned it.
“Take the bike.” Bradley said once they were inside, tossing the keys to a stunned Roy from across the room. “The boy gave it to you willingly, I believe?” He asked but got no answer as Mustang looked daggers at him. “Eh, you win, I admit. But have you told him? That you bet you could be his first fuck the first time he ever came over to your house? I said no, I believed the kid had integrity. Just can't believe Frankie put his money on you being submissive. Knew you'd never give up your dominance,” he finally paused to glance at the inexpression plastered onto Mustang's face. “You could never submit, now could you?”
“Stop fucking with me,” the dark haired male growled.
Bradley grinned. “I have something to discuss,” he said in an almost evil voice. Mustang he could swear he saw a forked black tongue dart out of Bradley's mouth.
“Sit down, Roy, I won't bite.” He wasn't surprised when the male stayed where he was, as far from Bradley as he could be. “Fine, have it your way. But let me ask, what time do you think you could get the blond boy to see you again? It had better be soon. Archer will be here as soon as he's finished copying the video he shot from his window last night...”