Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Everything ❯ Chapter 1

Lbh: Hello again guys! This is my first Fullmetal alchemist fic but I kept reading over it and I thought it was good enough to show you. This was just a random idea I had for a while but I wrote it down and decided to share it with you! This is a one-shot so I know it is short but again, I thought it was good.

Roy: huh? Wait, I'm going to be suicidal?

Ed: Why?

Lbh: I was watching the 4th dvd and well, when Dr. Marco was talking to Roy, He was a bit out of sorts and had a couple of problems and that look. Well, I got the idea from that so...yeah, you're suicidal in the first part of the story.

Roy: oh, It still dosn't fit but ok. I'll agree with anything you say. I gots me an Edward LEMON! Yay!

Ed: Wait, I thought you couldn't write a lemon!

Lbh: well, I did and it is actually very good. Besides, It's you and Roy! What can be soo bad about that?

Makari: Nothing that s what I say, so anyway, Lbh does not own Fullmetal Alchemist. She is just a sick Female who has too much time on her hands! (and by sick, I mean in both senses! She has a major cold as well as a perverted mind)

Lbh: *achoo * Thank you Makari. Now for the story!

Roy was standing at his desk, thinking of his past. Thinking of the war, of the pain and sorrow and the sense of loss that massacre brought everyone involved. Many children died, families torn apart, people murdered, because of the military. He looked at Hawkeye's gun. This was pointless. No matter what Marco said, it was his fault. Yes, he was ordered to, but he was the one to pull the trigger, the one whose deaths were on his conscious. His gloves slipped to the floor as he pushed away the stuff on his desk, trying to look for a more brutal way to kill himself. If he was going to do it, he might as well die in as much pain as any of those he had killed. Burning was the only thing he could think of, it fit as he had sent many to their early graves that way. But instead of doing it quickly, he would slowly burn his skin, to bring as much pain to try to feel even a fraction of what those people felt, a bit what it was like to die at his own hands. Just as he was about to light the match, the door flung open so that Ed and Hawkeye could enter. They all stood, staring, as Roy slowly lit the match. He looked away. So much for him burning himself slowly. He would have to do it quickly and get it over with before someone tried to stop him. Using alchemy, he made the flame bigger, brighter, hotter. Hawkeye tried to rush to him to stop him and talk to him. But before she could run to his aid, Ed grabbed her arm, holding her back. He knew Roy was close to doing something bad to himself and if she got involved, she would only get hurt. So Ed quickly pushed her out the door and locked it. “ Roy?” he called out gently, not wanting to scare him. Roy turned, his eyes wide, and his face pale. He was shaking and the flame on the match was bigger than any normal person would have it. Ed started talking slowly, taking very small and slow steps toward him. “ Roy? Can't we talk about this, what is bothering you? Can we help you?” he got just next to Roy, but Roy was shaking and close to running. Ed knew this because of the way Ed was when his and Alponse's mother died. This was an almost exact imitation, and it happened to Ed again when he tried to bring her back. All he could remember was the overwhelming loss and need to join his mother. The look in Roy's eyes told him that he was close to the breaking point and very unpredictable. “ Please Roy, don't do something stupid...”

“ Stupid?” Roy said with a laugh. “How can it be stupid? It's equivalent exchange. I'm paying back all the debt I owe to those I killed. I can't just sit here, thinking about the horrible ways they died. All I owe...” he turned but Ed had put out the match while he was talking. Roy angrily looked for the matchbox but Ed had them. Roy then looked for his lighter but Ed took that too. “Give them back, Ed. I don't want to deal with this. I want to get this over with. I DON'T WANT TO LIVE IN SUCH AN UGLY WORLD! WHERE FAMILIES ARE RIPPED APART BECAUSE OF A STUPID ASSUMTION! SOLDIERS KILL BECAUSE THEIR LEADING OFFICER DOSN'T LIKE WHO THAT PERSON IS! Where doctors are killed for helping people. For doing their job...” tears rolled down his eyes, his hand clenching. Ed looked down at him, his face screwed up in anger and frustration. “ You think you know what it's like? You think you know the meaning of loss? AL AND I KNOW THE MEANING OF LOSS! WE'VE HAD EVERYTHING TAKEN FROM US! ALL WE HAVE IS EACH OTHER! AL DOESN'T EVEN HAVE A BODY! So you killed some people, don't mope about it and try to take the easy way out. Live with it, one more death won't help things. It will just make it worst.” Roy looked at Ed, as if seeing him for the first time. He reached up at the boy, placing his hands under Ed's jacket. His warm hands, removed from the gloves, slipped the red cloth from his shoulders, exposing the automail underneath. Ed let him gaze at the produce of the sin he had committed, watching as Roy's face changed from being overwhelmed to a bit calmer, a bit of pity, and sorrow. His hands ran down the automail, traceing the lines set in and the curves that made it act like a real arm. “ That's right...” he whispered quietly. “ You two are missing you're bodies.” His hands ran up and down the port before traveling lower with his hands. Hands found each other and they came together, entwining their fingers, seeking comfort from the world around them. They stood there, staring into each other's eyes, tears running down their faces and their lips painfully close. Ed thinking of his own loss that led him to where he was now, Roy just clinging to him for solstice. They came together, two lost souls finding comfort in each other, not wanting to let go. Their hands parted only to embrace, as they cried on the other's shoulder, pulling the other closer and never willing to let go. As they stood there, sleep claimed them; their tired body's softly falling into the blackness of deep slumber.

 

Roy woke up to see a slumbering Elric, the morning rays hours away. Ed grumbled at the loss of heat, trying to get warm but Roy just moved away. He didn't deserve Ed's love. The boy didn't know what horrors he had committed. All the people who had done nothing wrong, but were killed anyway, for the color of their eyes and skin. The ishbalens. An ache fell over his heart as he looked at the sleeping teenager...no the sleeping angel. His yellow hair gleamed in the moonlight, giving off an unearthly glow. Roy's hand brushed part of his hair out of the boy's face. Ed stopped wriggling as he sighed contentedly. But his eyes opened and golden gazed at midnight blue as Ed leaned closer, bringing his lips to ghost against Roy's. Roy couldn't help himself. His head tilted forward, as his hand came behind Ed's head. Ed's eyes widened and Roy felt tears spring from his eyes, rolling down his face and leaping from his chin to create almost a steady stream of water. Ed pulled away slightly, bringing his hands up to Roy's face. “ Roy? Why are you crying?” said Ed as he tried to kiss away the tears that wouldn't stop. “ Oh Ed” he choked, feeling as though his heart was being ripped apart. “ Why do you love me? Why?” he looked at the shorter teen, waiting on the verge of hysterics, for the answer to his desperate question. “Why?” he whispered again, tears starting to roll down his face even harder. Ed just looked at him for a while. “Why?” he looked at Roy, kissing his lips. They held together for a long time, kissing with a tenderness to try to calm Roy down. “ Do you need a reason? I love you, that's all there is to it. Do you love me?” Roy fell silent. He looked away and Ed's heart filled with dread. “Roy?” he asked, hopeing Roy was joking, not just using him for a game or a toy... “Roy?! Answer me! Do you or don't you!?” Roy looked at him, slightly alarmed, then relaxes as he presses his lips against Ed's, ever so slowly moving down to the hollow of his neck, traceing the automail port and earning a gasp from the virgin. He smiled, letting his hands dance and pull at Edward's tight, black jeans. Roy pushed the belt from its loops, determined to get to the treasure that began pulsing beneath the black leather. Ed groaned and pulled the shirt from Roy's head, trying to accomplish the same thing. Roy shrugged off the shirt, abandoning the task at his new lover's pants to go for Ed's shirt. Gently taking it off, gazing at the exposed skin underneath. Roy leaned down, covering the teen's chest with kisses and sucking at the nipples that were as hard as pebbles. Ed let out a deeper moan and his back arched, giving Roy more leverage to do more interesting and dizzying things to Ed. Roy finally traveled lower, tasting the skin just above his lover's belt, working at the article of clothing again to remove it from Ed's body. It opened, and Roy stopped, leaning back to reveal in the sight of the teen in his full glory. It set him on fire and Roy quickly removed his own pants, determined to join in the fun. Roy threw his clothing to the corner before playing with the source of his lover's passion. His mouth engulfed it and Ed gasped in pleasure, blinding him but determined not to rock forward so as not to choke Roy but it got increasingly harder as Roy sucked and played, pulling, drawing his seed out of him. But before he could fully climax, Roy stopped, pulling away and leaving him on the floor, naked and gasping for more. But before he could get up to see where his lover had gone, Roy returned with a bottle. Ed had no rational thoughts going through him so all he could do was stare at the bottle as Roy squirted and rubbed a substance onto his fingers. Ed was about to ask why before a pain like he never new shot through him, blinding him and giving him a sense of pleasure he never knew existed. Roy inserted another finger and Ed started to cry. It hurt, a lot, but Roy leaned up and kissed him as he inserted another finger. Ed was so preoccupied that Roy inserted a last finger and judged him wide enough without Ed realizing it. When Roy withdrew his fingers and stood back, Ed moaned and gasped as he felt a sense of loss overcome him. But Roy wasn't done, just getting ready for the finally. Roy stuck his length into Ed, surprising him and overwhelmed by the fullness that the smooth rhythm brought. But Ed quickly got over it and found that rocking with the flow got more friction and Roy was soon the one gasping for breath.

But all at once, Ed blacked out for a second and awoke with frightening quickness, screaming from the pleasure and pain that simple move had brought him. “Roy!” he grasped the floor, holding on tight and gripping with all his might. Roy leaned down, removing himself from Ed and placing his mouth on Ed's length as Ed unloaded himself into Roy's mouth. Roy drank deeply, then pushed himself into Edward once again, not done yet. Roy fell back into the rhythm, moving faster and faster until he climaxed, forcing them both down to earth in an explosion that left them both gasping and groaning. They lay there, to tired to move but unwilling to let go. Roy kissed Ed's head, happy and content. Ed snuggled into his lover, holding tighter as blackness came to take them. “I love you, Roy” he whispered tiredly.

“I love you too, Fullmetal”

Lbh: Well there you have it! Now what do you think Ed? ...Ed?

Ed: (sleepy drooly on his big pillow Roy who is also sleepy drooly...UNDER A BLANKET YOU PERVERTS!)

Lbh: ok, anyway, I hope you liked it. There will be nothing else of this story so you don't HAVE to review but it would still be nice!

Hawkeye: What ever happened to me?

Lbh: When they were a sleep, you picked the lock , saw them sleeping, and locked the door again so as no one else would disturb them. So kawaii! (that means cute for those of you who don't study Japanese)