Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ In Four Months ❯ In Four Months ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist belongs to the mangaka, Hiromu Arakawa and producer, Square Enix. I earn no profit in this and live to serve fans.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Roy/Ed

This is a sequel to my other story, The Happenings of a Year or Two but stands well on its own. You can read the other here if you wish to: http://www.mediaminer.org/fanfic/view_st.php/84582/

Warning: YAOI. Don't read if this isn't to your tastes.

Elanor presents you with:

In Four Months

He didn't have the opportunity to rebel as he was dumped into the pool. `What the hell are you doing! I told you I can't swim with these automail limbs, you want me to drown!?' came the shout.

`I suppose I should have dumped you in the meter deep children's pool then?' was the reply accompanied by a trademark smirk. `You don't have to swim to enjoy a pool.'

`WHO'RE YOU CALLING LESS THAN A METER TALL AND SHORT LIKE A KID!?' Ed shouted, like everyone expected him to and from across the pool Havoc called out, `Boss, cool it over there. Just relax `k? Not that often we get time off, no offence but please don't frighten the ladies away?' putting out the cigarette he was smoking on ashtray beside him.

All in all, it wasn't such a bad day.

And so the Fullmetal Alchemist leans against the side of a swimming pool, smelling the chlorine and feeling the sun on his face with his eyes closed thinking of nothing and seeing nothing but the peace around him. It had been exactly four months and six days since he admitted to himself that he and Roy were "together" in THAT sense. Even now it seemed surreal. He could give a thousand reasons why they shouldn't be together like this and he could tell whenever he looked at the taller man that he was feeling the same swirl of confusion and way of reasoning.

The Flame Alchemist: Known to be a heartbreaker and playboy. A dangerous species who uses its appearance and inborn charm to disarm its prey.

So I suppose he's bisexual, what about me then? I think Winry's an attractive girl but is that different from being actually attracted to her? Not just viewing her as attractive? I've never felt attracted to other men before though, what does that mean? I'm not heterosexual since I'm doing it with Roy but-

`You think too much, Fullmetal' Roy said interrupting the train of deep, self-exploring, self-understanding, meaningful and all other thoughts Ed had been having. Pulling him out of the water Roy brushed Ed's wet bangs out of his eyes and thoroughly kissed him.

`What're you doing! The others-`

`Are back at the inn playing poker and pool. In Havoc's case, draining a few Victorian Bitters with smokes. Come on Fullmetal, uppsy daisy!'

`Don't talk to me like I'm a toddler, damn Colonel!'

This bickering continued as they made their way back to the inn, avoiding the front door and brightly lit windows where their co-workers could be seen smiling. Even First Lieutenant Hawkeye. This bickering continued as they made their way up the stairs passing Ed's room. This bickering continued as Roy fumbles for the keys to his room and finally enters it, pulling Ed by his metal arm inside.

Once the door was closed this act was dropped. They were familiar with this act now and there was no need to acknowledge any military rank or age. Just a strand of hair, the palm of a hand, the light of love. An empty enthusiasm sparser than a dream was what was being created here and it was delicious.

Their lips met. Gentle at first. More desperate the second time they meet. Penetrating when they meet yet again. Ed's lips parted willingly and tongues danced together in a ballad of heat and desire. Ed's hand fumble with the buttons of Roy's shirt, mentally cursing the man for not wearing pullovers. `Rip this shirt and you'll be writing double the amount of reports for me.' This threat was replied with a frown and bite on his left earlobe as an annoyed Ed tilts his head to one side and gives a deadpan glare.

`Get undressed yourself then' he replied before he could think of anything else. Here we go again he thought, the mood's going to be spoilt again…

The shock or the chill air-conditioned room air sent shivers down his spine as Roy leaned down to whisper against his neck, `Maybe I should start wearing pullovers like you' to which Ed could only answer with a moan. Roy bites the soft skin of his neck hard, almost drawing blood and Ed swallows his grunt of pain. This was right. This pain was payment for the sin of this act haunted by possessiveness, both his and Roy's.

Clothes were falling, limbs entwining, fingers touching as the two bodies fall onto the floor with Ed on top straddling Roy leaning in for a wet kiss. Roy slides the palms of his hands down the curve of Ed's ass penetrating him with one dry finger. This was a bonus that came with having sex with Edward: You could be rough. He could feel the vibration of Ed's groan of pain despite the fact that it had been muffled against his shoulder. If he had been doing this with one of the many women he entertained they would have gotten up, slapped him across the face and left with a huff; however, this was Edward and he bore this pain with little complaint other than tightening his grip on his shoulders. Another finger was added, this time with difficulty and he was having regrets for not using any lotion to ease things. What's done was done though and he continued stretching Ed with a scissor-like motion of the two fingers. Patience he told himself and waited for his cue.

`Enough' Ed said and that was all there was needed to be said.

Lifting Edward's hips, he positioned himself against his entrance and allowed gravity to do what it did best.

"Exhilarating" didn't even begin to express the raw feeling that threatened to overwhelm him. The act of sexual intercourse had always been pleasurable with women but with Edward it was an utter union of body, emotion and pure feeling bound together with trust as he handed the reins to Roy as always whenever they did this. At first it was because he was the more experienced of the two, playing the role of a teacher as well as that of a lover. Now, it was a gift offered to him saying without words just how much he trusted him. It was a gift he was often frightened to accept. It overbalances the law of equivalent trade and all beliefs they both held as alchemists. He forced his eyes open to watch his partner above him whose eyes remain squeezed shut from the pain that must be burning through his lower body and pulls Ed down to place a demanding kiss. This was where he was expected to lead, to push away all uncertainties of this act and to give equivalent pleasure back.

Steadying himself by placing his hands on Roy's chest he bit back another groan of pain as Roy began to move. He hated this moment. This was when Roy becomes too self-conscious and tries to be gentle. `Harder Roy. I'm not glass!' he said and after a pause it is granted as Roy reaches up to grab his right shoulder and pushes him back where the cold floor burnt his heated skin. With one swift thrust he pushes deeper into him and now it is Edward how reached up to pull Roy down to give a kiss as desperate as the one before and to cling to as his world began to spin as the pleasure builds.

This act between them was symmetrical enough to be mathematics.

Edward was the first to come with a cry of tense release and Roy soon followed.

They were in a strange position and there they stayed as Roy leaned forwards, spent and Edward's legs around his waist supported him. Both of them savouring the blissful emptiness that came with an orgasm when there was nothing to think about other than the two of them and where their skin touched. Getting up, Roy places a last kiss on Ed's forehead before going to get a cloth to clean them up.

Ed's eyes follow Roy as he crosses the room knowing that in a few minutes when they were both cleaned up and dressed he would be the Fullmetal Alchemist and Roy would be his commanding officer, the Flame Alchemist once again.

A/N: As always, criticism and comments will be loved.