Ed: Honestly, I hadn't even meant to do it. It was like some sort of instinct: something that one doesn't think about but just does. Unfortunately, the embrace quickly went from comforting to awkward when he froze. It was obvious that I had shocked him, and obvious that he understood what it meant that he had received that action from me, a male. "E-Edward?" he asked, his voice tinged with something I wasn't quite sure how to identify. Well, now you've gone and done it. What man wants for the touch of a whore? sneered a voice in my head. But… but he understands. He knows why things had to be that way, contradicted a second voice. Great. I was going insane. I was so emotionally fucked up that I had more than one voice that whispered in my head. If they needed names, they would have to be Fear and Hope: two completely contradictory perspectives on life. Psh. He's your teacher. Like he would ever put his job in jeopardy to do something with a student, sneered yet another voice. If only things had been different… another voice interjected. So what? That made the first one Reason and the second one Regret? Have a little faith. He wasn't expecting you to do that: maybe you startled him? reasoned another voice. So this one was probably Faith. Oh, god, I had a slew of badly named friends living in my brain! Could all of you just shut the hell up? I demanded. Surprisingly, they all listened. I withdrew from him, carefully taking a step back and averting my gaze. "I… I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you any of that," I mumbled, moving to grab my things and make a run for the door. "Ed," Mr. Mustang started, pausing as though he was waiting for me to acknowledge him. I ignored him and hurried for the door. I didn't expect him to move so quickly and block my only way out, though. Still, I avoided his gaze, choosing instead to stare at the floor with the empty eyes that my past 'clients' had so adored. "Edward, look at me!" he commanded. Still, I refused to do so. His hand cradled my jaw and gently turned my face until I met his gaze. Defiantly, I stared straight into his obsidian eyes, yet I found myself searching their depths for something specific, something I couldn't quite identify. As though I dared him, he stared straight back into my eyes as well. His expression remained completely unreadable and I realized just how compromising this position could be. His hand still held my jaw, keeping my lips just scant inches from his own. If I strained into him even just a little, they would touch. Arousal and anticipation coiled in my stomach. Once more, my body's traitorous response reminded me that I wanted something that I could never even dream to have. I never stood more than an ice cube's chance in Hell the first place. Now that he had seen the darkness that lurked in my soul, now that he knew what I had once stooped to in my desperation, my chances lay somewhere below the zero mark.
Roy: As I watched, heat seared through eyes of molten gold. I wasn't sure if that startled me more or less than the answering heat that sang through my blood and shot straight to my groin. It was strange. All of the moments that had passed between us had never stirred me to arousal with temptation so close at hand. I found that my strength in the face of my own personal attraction to the beautiful young man before me, I didn't have near as much strength as I had always thought I did. Fuck it, I thought, flinging caution to the wind and hoping that it didn't come back to bite me on the ass. Pressing forward just enough to cross the gap between us, I pressed my lips to his. I watched his golden eyes flare wide. His lips were frozen in place. Obviously, it had been my turn to stun him. I was beginning to wonder if I had completely misread him when the backpack and coat he'd gathered up in his attempt to flee fell to the floor with an unceremonious whoosh. His arms slid around me tightly, pulling our bodies even closer together. Expertly, he shifted his head just enough to facilitate the kiss. Deepening our kiss allowed me my first taste of him. He tasted warm and rich, like good rum, and his taste only served to feed the liquid fire in my veins. Languidly, I took my time and learned every inch of his mouth with my tongue, taking time to tease him by swirling my tongue along the roof of his mouth. Our kiss only ended when we found ourselves getting a little too close to oxygen deprivation. Breathless and panting, all we could do in the few minutes it took us to catch our breaths was look at each other. "Sweet Shiva," he breathed out softly, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. "Hah. Three months of trying to pretend I didn't feel anything, only to find out I'm not alone," I murmured, wanting to taste his lips all over again. "I guess now's a good time to tell you that your earlier deduction about the drawings is fairly accurate? I've wanted you since the first day of school, when you smiled at me when I came into class late." He smiled good-naturedly, though a lovely blush rested on his cheekbones. I couldn't help but smile back. His blatant honesty knocked me through a loop, because I was so used to living in a world where every person had a motive and they would use whatever it took to get whatever it was that they wanted so damn bad. It was funny that a young man with so much he preferred to hide seemed to have no use for the masks that had become an ingrained part of my life. He just preferred to omit the things he wished to forget, not dance around them. I loved the way he radiated joy at the moment, happiness wiping away the heaviness that had lingered in his gaze for so long. I couldn't help but press a brief kiss to his smiling lips. I wondered how much his smile would grow if I confessed that I had fallen in love with him more than a month ago. He hummed and the vibration seemed to reverberate through my own chest. "Three months," he declared. "Do you think that you can push away this sudden abundance of desire, knowing that it's not just your own? Because I'm not sure that I can." His blunt question was very valid. After letting our respective infatuations build so strong, could either one of us just walk away from this? His honest declaration that he couldn't made heat dance in through me once more. His smile turned sensual, as did his tone. "I thought not," he purred. And that was when I realized that he could see right past my masks now. And it didn't bother me, because it was him.