Chapter Two:
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Roy:
His skin was strangely flushed.
I'd noticed it just after I'd uttered my last threat –detaining him all weekend in the office. It was a threat that I would never follow through on, because I knew for a fact that I would have him pinned up against a wall within minutes of the building emptying, whether he wanted it or not. Seeing as I liked to consider myself a good person, there was no way in hell that I would ever allow those circumstances to form. Ergo, it was a completely empty threat, voiced only for the sake of getting the answer I wanted out of him.
Still, the bright color in his face was worrisome. He had been away for a while now. Had he gotten sick while he was on the mission? Mission conditions tended to involve a semi-regular lack of sleep, a high level of stress, and little to no time to properly take care of oneself. Not the mention, Edward seemed to hate doctors and hospitals. I normally had to force him to stay in the hospital when he required medical assistance, because the little fool would much rather work through it.
Still, I knew that I would be wallowing in guilt if he got seriously ill from a single stupid mission that I had sent him on.
It was funny how nothing else –not even a mission that had been so pressing that I had needed to send a State Alchemist to deal with it– seemed to matter at all when the alchemist in question was Edward Elric.
I let the small fire I'd been manipulating in the palm of my hand go out completely.
"Ed, are you alright?" I asked softly, afraid that there was no stemming the concern I was feeling.
His smile was weak –almost feeble– and he took a deep breath before offering me a response of any kind. Despite that, his voice was still breathy when he responded. "Yeah. I'm fine."
Frowning and wondering just how he'd managed to compromised his health, I rose from my seat. As I crossed the room, I tugged off one glove with ease. When I stood before him, his gaze was wide and puzzled. I placed my wrist against the skin of his forehead, noting the way his silky hair seemed to carress my skin. Those wide golden eyes continued to stare up at me, full of curiosity and something else I couldn't quite place.
"R-Roy?" he inquired, his voice soft and hesitant.
My gaze shot to his immediately. He very rarely used my first name at all, and when he used it this time, it somehow sounded like a hesitant caress. "Hmm?" I responded, not wanting to give away the way that his voice had affected me. Something inside of me still felt like my feelings would be a weapon in his hands.
"What are you doing?" he inquired, sounding infinitely puzzled by the action.
I wanted to frown. Had it been so long since someone had cared enough about his health that he'd forgotten what such a gesture meant? "I'm checking for fever," I replied evenly, concentrating on the heat that radiated from his skin and trying to get an accurate notion of it
His skin was strangely flushed.
I'd noticed it just after I'd uttered my last threat –detaining him all weekend in the office. It was a threat that I would never follow through on, because I knew for a fact that I would have him pinned up against a wall within minutes of the building emptying, whether he wanted it or not. Seeing as I liked to consider myself a good person, there was no way in hell that I would ever allow those circumstances to form. Ergo, it was a completely empty threat, voiced only for the sake of getting the answer I wanted out of him.
Still, the bright color in his face was worrisome. He had been away for a while now. Had he gotten sick while he was on the mission? Mission conditions tended to involve a semi-regular lack of sleep, a high level of stress, and little to no time to properly take care of oneself. Not the mention, Edward seemed to hate doctors and hospitals. I normally had to force him to stay in the hospital when he required medical assistance, because the little fool would much rather work through it.
Still, I knew that I would be wallowing in guilt if he got seriously ill from a single stupid mission that I had sent him on.
It was funny how nothing else –not even a mission that had been so pressing that I had needed to send a State Alchemist to deal with it– seemed to matter at all when the alchemist in question was Edward Elric.
I let the small fire I'd been manipulating in the palm of my hand go out completely.
"Ed, are you alright?" I asked softly, afraid that there was no stemming the concern I was feeling.
His smile was weak –almost feeble– and he took a deep breath before offering me a response of any kind. Despite that, his voice was still breathy when he responded. "Yeah. I'm fine."
Frowning and wondering just how he'd managed to compromised his health, I rose from my seat. As I crossed the room, I tugged off one glove with ease. When I stood before him, his gaze was wide and puzzled. I placed my wrist against the skin of his forehead, noting the way his silky hair seemed to carress my skin. Those wide golden eyes continued to stare up at me, full of curiosity and something else I couldn't quite place.
"R-Roy?" he inquired, his voice soft and hesitant.
My gaze shot to his immediately. He very rarely used my first name at all, and when he used it this time, it somehow sounded like a hesitant caress. "Hmm?" I responded, not wanting to give away the way that his voice had affected me. Something inside of me still felt like my feelings would be a weapon in his hands.
"What are you doing?" he inquired, sounding infinitely puzzled by the action.
I wanted to frown. Had it been so long since someone had cared enough about his health that he'd forgotten what such a gesture meant? "I'm checking for fever," I replied evenly, concentrating on the heat that radiated from his skin and trying to get an accurate notion of it
Edward:
I wanted to snort. Yeah, genius, I have a fever –a fever that you are the cause and end of.
When he stepped back, my gaze followed the motion. I couldn't wrap my head around how sensual he was when he moved –even when he seemed to be worried over my health. A shiver raced shuddered down the length of my spine in spite of the control I was trying to maintain over my body and its reactions to his nearness.
"Ed, maybe you should go home now." His obsidian eyes seemed to swirl with concern, and all traces of the demanding anger he's shown earlier had entirely disappeared. It was as though every other emotion had fled him when he realized I might be in trouble. "I think you might be ill."
Are you happy now? I wanted to ask him. This was exactly why I wouldn't allow myself to be alone with you! When you do something kind for me, when you forget our argument and your eyes fill with concern like that, all I want to do is pin you against that desk and kiss you until you can't see straight! Having you so close to me, when I can smell your scent and feel your breath against my skin, it makes me dizzy.
"Maybe I should," I acknowledged, more than happy to let him believe that this had all been his idea if it meant that I got to leave. I really needed to get out of here before my response to him made me do something stupid that I couldn't undo, even with all of the alchemy at my disposal. "I think I feel a little faint," I admitted, hoping that it would make my claim seem all the more demanding to him.
He stepped closer once more, the bare fingers of his left hand brushing against the overheated flesh of my left arm.
"Your hands are so cool," I marveled softly. "It feels good." Shouldn't hands that played with fire so frequently be warm or hot to the touch? It seemed paradoxical that they were so cool and so soft against my skin.
Fuck, why is he getting closer to me? I thought we had established that I needed to get out of here!
With a soft smile, he withdrew only long enough to tug of the glove on his right hand and place it against the skin of my warm forehead. "Is that better?" he inquired, his tone gentle.
I sighed in contentment and leaned into his touch, needing to feel his skin against mine, at least for this moment in time. "Yeah, it is. Thank you," I told him.
He lifted his left hand and placed it against my cheek, an amused sparkle dancing in his dark eyes.
As if by some twisted sensual instinct, I turned my head slightly, my lips brushing a soft sweet kiss against the cool skin of his palm.
Ah, fuck. I should have just left when I had the chance, I yelled at myself.
I wanted to snort. Yeah, genius, I have a fever –a fever that you are the cause and end of.
When he stepped back, my gaze followed the motion. I couldn't wrap my head around how sensual he was when he moved –even when he seemed to be worried over my health. A shiver raced shuddered down the length of my spine in spite of the control I was trying to maintain over my body and its reactions to his nearness.
"Ed, maybe you should go home now." His obsidian eyes seemed to swirl with concern, and all traces of the demanding anger he's shown earlier had entirely disappeared. It was as though every other emotion had fled him when he realized I might be in trouble. "I think you might be ill."
Are you happy now? I wanted to ask him. This was exactly why I wouldn't allow myself to be alone with you! When you do something kind for me, when you forget our argument and your eyes fill with concern like that, all I want to do is pin you against that desk and kiss you until you can't see straight! Having you so close to me, when I can smell your scent and feel your breath against my skin, it makes me dizzy.
"Maybe I should," I acknowledged, more than happy to let him believe that this had all been his idea if it meant that I got to leave. I really needed to get out of here before my response to him made me do something stupid that I couldn't undo, even with all of the alchemy at my disposal. "I think I feel a little faint," I admitted, hoping that it would make my claim seem all the more demanding to him.
He stepped closer once more, the bare fingers of his left hand brushing against the overheated flesh of my left arm.
"Your hands are so cool," I marveled softly. "It feels good." Shouldn't hands that played with fire so frequently be warm or hot to the touch? It seemed paradoxical that they were so cool and so soft against my skin.
Fuck, why is he getting closer to me? I thought we had established that I needed to get out of here!
With a soft smile, he withdrew only long enough to tug of the glove on his right hand and place it against the skin of my warm forehead. "Is that better?" he inquired, his tone gentle.
I sighed in contentment and leaned into his touch, needing to feel his skin against mine, at least for this moment in time. "Yeah, it is. Thank you," I told him.
He lifted his left hand and placed it against my cheek, an amused sparkle dancing in his dark eyes.
As if by some twisted sensual instinct, I turned my head slightly, my lips brushing a soft sweet kiss against the cool skin of his palm.
Ah, fuck. I should have just left when I had the chance, I yelled at myself.
Roy:
I knew that I was just standing there, blinking like an idiot, but it had really surprised me!
What in the hell… what in the hell is he up to?
When Ed's lips had brushed so gently across my skin, I'd shivered where I stood, staring blankly at the wall for a moment.
What in the hell are you doing, Ed? I looked to him when I'd regained my sense of self, wondering if he was delirious from the fever.
"S-sorry," he murmured, pulling away from me. "I-I should leave."
Wait a minute… what is going on?
My gaze latched onto his. He'd stuttered. Edward Elric did not stutter. Ever. Not when he was angry, not when he was sad, not when he was laughing. Just what was up with him today? Maybe he was really sick!
He still looked so very feverish. Even his golden eyes seemed to be a bit hazy. Leaning in closer, I tried to figure out what was going on with him. I heard his breathing hitch and increase. His exhales became a pulse of a air against my skin.
Still, I stared all the more intently. Somehow, it seemed that he was fighting for a measure of control. His tongue slipped out to dampen his lips slowly, and then I got to be the one clinging tightly to the control slipping through my fingers. I stared at his mouth, utterly transfixed by the tantalizing slide of his tongue against his lips.
Whatever control he had been clinging to must have slipped away completely. Without any warning, Ed launched himself at me, backing me up against my desk and holding me there under the onslaught of his hot, desperate, feverish kiss. I was so startled by the sudden change in him that I couldn't even respond to him.
When he pulled back, his breath came out in sharp puffs. "You idiot!" he yelled at me. "Don't you have enough sense to know when someone is attracted to you?!" he demanded, still pressing me against the desk with his body. I had to contain my own shiver –he felt so good pressed up against me like this! "Shall we review my 'symptoms'? Let's see… flushed face, irregular breathing, hot, shivering, and feeling faint. It doesn't exactly take an alchemaic genius to add all of that up and get 'arousal', Roy!"
I stared back at him, wide-eyed and stunned into silence by his outburst. It was as though some part of my mind couldn't process the words that had burst out of him so quickly.
How… how had I missed that? I was a most notorious ladies' man. It went without saying that I knew how to recognize arousal in its many forms, that I knew that people covered it with different things. How was it that his arousal and his way of hiding it had gone completely over my head?
Wait a minute. 'Arousal'. 'Attraction'. Holy fuck, please tell me that I haven't be beating myself up over absolutely nothing!
I knew that I was just standing there, blinking like an idiot, but it had really surprised me!
What in the hell… what in the hell is he up to?
When Ed's lips had brushed so gently across my skin, I'd shivered where I stood, staring blankly at the wall for a moment.
What in the hell are you doing, Ed? I looked to him when I'd regained my sense of self, wondering if he was delirious from the fever.
"S-sorry," he murmured, pulling away from me. "I-I should leave."
Wait a minute… what is going on?
My gaze latched onto his. He'd stuttered. Edward Elric did not stutter. Ever. Not when he was angry, not when he was sad, not when he was laughing. Just what was up with him today? Maybe he was really sick!
He still looked so very feverish. Even his golden eyes seemed to be a bit hazy. Leaning in closer, I tried to figure out what was going on with him. I heard his breathing hitch and increase. His exhales became a pulse of a air against my skin.
Still, I stared all the more intently. Somehow, it seemed that he was fighting for a measure of control. His tongue slipped out to dampen his lips slowly, and then I got to be the one clinging tightly to the control slipping through my fingers. I stared at his mouth, utterly transfixed by the tantalizing slide of his tongue against his lips.
Whatever control he had been clinging to must have slipped away completely. Without any warning, Ed launched himself at me, backing me up against my desk and holding me there under the onslaught of his hot, desperate, feverish kiss. I was so startled by the sudden change in him that I couldn't even respond to him.
When he pulled back, his breath came out in sharp puffs. "You idiot!" he yelled at me. "Don't you have enough sense to know when someone is attracted to you?!" he demanded, still pressing me against the desk with his body. I had to contain my own shiver –he felt so good pressed up against me like this! "Shall we review my 'symptoms'? Let's see… flushed face, irregular breathing, hot, shivering, and feeling faint. It doesn't exactly take an alchemaic genius to add all of that up and get 'arousal', Roy!"
I stared back at him, wide-eyed and stunned into silence by his outburst. It was as though some part of my mind couldn't process the words that had burst out of him so quickly.
How… how had I missed that? I was a most notorious ladies' man. It went without saying that I knew how to recognize arousal in its many forms, that I knew that people covered it with different things. How was it that his arousal and his way of hiding it had gone completely over my head?
Wait a minute. 'Arousal'. 'Attraction'. Holy fuck, please tell me that I haven't be beating myself up over absolutely nothing!
Edward:
Huh. And I had been under the impression that he was smarter than this. I eyed him warily for a moment and stepped back, letting him relax against his desk and giving him some space.
I knew that some people considered me attractive, but I was not so vain as to assume that he would also be attracted to me. Giving him some space to absorb the information seemed the best option, seeing as I really didn't want to be incinerated by him. Being charred to ashes really put a cramp in the lifestyle I was currently enjoying.
Those obsidian went bright as everything seemed to dawn on him. there was a brief flash of nothingness before those eyes began to glow hotly with something I wasn't sure I'd ever seen in his eyes before. With long, purposeful strides, he reached me quickly and proceeded to force me back until I was pinned between his lean, strong body and a cool wall.
I really wasn't sure what to expect out of this situation. Hell, I hadn't meant to cause this situation! So I stared blankly at the floor until I heard him call my name.
"Ed." He only said the single word, but it demanded attention.
I knew the tone. I had no right to refuse him, not after what I had just done. "Ro –mmph!"
His lips covered mine a little more than halfway through his name. They moved greedily over mine, his tongue flicking out to taunt and tease and taste my lips and request entrence. I gave into him quickly, never even thinking to resist. My arms slid around him smoothly, my left hand buried deeply in the jet-black silk of his hair and my right arm holding his body tightly against mine.
The kiss was heady, needy, and almost dangerous –somehow becoming a fight for dominance under another name. Neither of us intended to back down from this at all, even if our lungs burned for oxygen. When his hand slid down past my waist and his taunting fingers danced across the length of my cock, a breathy moan slipped through my lips.
Though it was a dirty tactic –Not like you wouldn't have used the tactical advantage if it were on your side, a part of me groused back– it forced me to realize that I was already too far gone, too affected by him to dominate him properly this time around. So I surrendered to him with a soft sigh, knowing that I would get a chance to take control of things later, anyway.
When his mouth moved from mine, a sound of loss escaped me and I blushed all the more.
His mouth moved to my jaw line, leaving a hot wet trail in its wake. I could feel the vibrations of his amused chuckle against my skin.
"The… the door!" I gasped out desperately, not sure I was comfortable with how quickly things were going at the moment. What if someone were to walk in on us? There was no way to explain something like this away!
I felt his hot breath against my ear. "The building is empty, Ed. Everyone went home at five –not long after you came in here."
A shaky sound of pleasure emerged from me when he began to nibble on my earlobe and I strained against the warm, giving body in front of me. "Too… many… clothes!" I panted out frantically, pulling the tails of his uniform out of his slacks and fumbling with the buttons. I'd only succeeded with three by the time I gave up in frustration and simply shoved the offending garment over his head. He let me, even as his hands worked my jacket down my arms and my shirt over my head.
With a growl, we separated to finish ridding ourselves of the suddenly too-constricting clothes. We came back together in a rash tangle of arms and legs. The wall felt cool against my bare back, a sharp contrast to the hot body that kept me there. His lips rejoined mine with a desperate hunger that made me growl in satisfaction.
This powerful and beautiful man, fully aware of the time and the surroundings and his position and mine, had chosen to take a chance with me –had chosen to join with me– when he became aware of my attraction to him.
Those facts alone made me delirious with delight.
Huh. And I had been under the impression that he was smarter than this. I eyed him warily for a moment and stepped back, letting him relax against his desk and giving him some space.
I knew that some people considered me attractive, but I was not so vain as to assume that he would also be attracted to me. Giving him some space to absorb the information seemed the best option, seeing as I really didn't want to be incinerated by him. Being charred to ashes really put a cramp in the lifestyle I was currently enjoying.
Those obsidian went bright as everything seemed to dawn on him. there was a brief flash of nothingness before those eyes began to glow hotly with something I wasn't sure I'd ever seen in his eyes before. With long, purposeful strides, he reached me quickly and proceeded to force me back until I was pinned between his lean, strong body and a cool wall.
I really wasn't sure what to expect out of this situation. Hell, I hadn't meant to cause this situation! So I stared blankly at the floor until I heard him call my name.
"Ed." He only said the single word, but it demanded attention.
I knew the tone. I had no right to refuse him, not after what I had just done. "Ro –mmph!"
His lips covered mine a little more than halfway through his name. They moved greedily over mine, his tongue flicking out to taunt and tease and taste my lips and request entrence. I gave into him quickly, never even thinking to resist. My arms slid around him smoothly, my left hand buried deeply in the jet-black silk of his hair and my right arm holding his body tightly against mine.
The kiss was heady, needy, and almost dangerous –somehow becoming a fight for dominance under another name. Neither of us intended to back down from this at all, even if our lungs burned for oxygen. When his hand slid down past my waist and his taunting fingers danced across the length of my cock, a breathy moan slipped through my lips.
Though it was a dirty tactic –Not like you wouldn't have used the tactical advantage if it were on your side, a part of me groused back– it forced me to realize that I was already too far gone, too affected by him to dominate him properly this time around. So I surrendered to him with a soft sigh, knowing that I would get a chance to take control of things later, anyway.
When his mouth moved from mine, a sound of loss escaped me and I blushed all the more.
His mouth moved to my jaw line, leaving a hot wet trail in its wake. I could feel the vibrations of his amused chuckle against my skin.
"The… the door!" I gasped out desperately, not sure I was comfortable with how quickly things were going at the moment. What if someone were to walk in on us? There was no way to explain something like this away!
I felt his hot breath against my ear. "The building is empty, Ed. Everyone went home at five –not long after you came in here."
A shaky sound of pleasure emerged from me when he began to nibble on my earlobe and I strained against the warm, giving body in front of me. "Too… many… clothes!" I panted out frantically, pulling the tails of his uniform out of his slacks and fumbling with the buttons. I'd only succeeded with three by the time I gave up in frustration and simply shoved the offending garment over his head. He let me, even as his hands worked my jacket down my arms and my shirt over my head.
With a growl, we separated to finish ridding ourselves of the suddenly too-constricting clothes. We came back together in a rash tangle of arms and legs. The wall felt cool against my bare back, a sharp contrast to the hot body that kept me there. His lips rejoined mine with a desperate hunger that made me growl in satisfaction.
This powerful and beautiful man, fully aware of the time and the surroundings and his position and mine, had chosen to take a chance with me –had chosen to join with me– when he became aware of my attraction to him.
Those facts alone made me delirious with delight.