Characters: Roy x Ed and some implied Roy x Hughes...
Rating: R to NC-17 overall for language and nudity- PG this chapter for a couple of bad words.
Warnings: The story changes the continuity just a little bit from when it takes place at the end of episode 25 in the TV series. It takes place after Hughes' death but before Ed, Al, and Winry take the train to Rush Valley.
Summary: After the funeral for Maes Hughes, Roy was feeling rather... vulnerable.
Copyrights: The characters obviously belong to thier creators, not me.
Read all the parts of the story so far HERE!
"Fullmetal..... Fullmetal... Are you awake?"
Everything was fuzzy at first when he opened his eyes. He tried to will his eyes to focus, but they were as groggy as he was feeling at that moment, it seemed. He heard the crackling fire, felt the warmth on his right side and he knew he was still in the same room that he had been in, though not in the same place, and he had no idea how much time had passed. He blinked a couple of times, making the hazy colored blurs in front of him finally come into focus.
Roy was standing over him, a very worried look on his face. Ed looked at the colonel for a moment and licked his dry, cracked lips. He tried to say something, but it only came out at a little squeak. Even with that little noise, the colonel seemed happy. He sighed, and a much more relieved look replaced the scowl of worry he had had just a moment before.
Ed looked down at himself, reflexivly flexing all of his fingers and toes to make sure that they were all there. Yep, half automail and half human, just like he had been before. He sighed slightly, wishing all theses years with automail and a tin can for a brother were just a bad dream, but he knew much better than that now. After checking all of his extremities, he took a look at where he was. He was on the Flame Alchemist's couch, in the den he had walked in however long before. He had a blanket covering his body up to his neck, but he was no longer wearing the colonel's clothes. The pants were bunched on the floor where they had dropped off of his short, skinny legs. But the shirt.. where was the shirt?
His eyes went wide, and a sense of dread filled him. What was going on? Where were the clothes? Why had the colonel done this? Was he in some sort of danger? In a panic he scrunched his body up, curling into a fetal postion and pulling the scratchy wool, dirty yellow army regulation blanket up over his head.
"Wh- what the hell is going on, Mustang?!" Ed shriked, wondering what kind of heinous things that the superior officer had in mind for him. He was certainly outmatched physically. The colonel was much taller by at least a head, and outweighed him as well. And that attack he had, much faster than what he could do.
"Calm down, Fullmetal." Roy had a bit of a smirk on his face. "You were bleeding on my shirt, and I hate doing laundry." He gave the teen a smile and backed away a few steps with his arms up and palms facing the young alchemist, to show that he honestly meant the younger officer no harm. He even took off his white gloves and layed them on a table to the side. "There, does that make you feel better?" he asked. "If I had wanted to do something with you, I already would have." he said rather matter of factly with no tone in his voice. He meant neither malice nor jest with that, just merely stating the truth.
Ed could only slightly nod. He didnt know how long he had been out, but obviously it had been enough time for something to have happened if the colonel had willed it. Gingerly, he put a couple of fingers to his head and cringed a little, feeling a little sting when he hit the scab that had recently formed. He winced and shut his eyes for a moment, wondering what in the world had happened.
"Don't worry, Fullmetal. It is just a little cut. It has already stopped bleeding, as long as you dont mess with it." The colonel was smiling, but there still seemed to be a bit of worry behind those dark black eyes of his. 'Does he just care about his furniture, or does he actually give a shit about me'? Ed wondered.
"Ah, I see." Ed said with a smile. "Just an excuse to see me naked, Colonel?" Ed smirked again. That took Roy aback quite a bit. He literally took another couple of steps backwards, horrow and shoch etched onto his face. He had never in his entire life been accused of wanting or trying to see another man naked. He wasnt sure if he wanted to hit the junior officer for insubordination, or laugh at the ridiculouslness of it all. Or was is really that ridiculous?
There was a brief few seconds of total shock while Roy digested what the younger alchemist had said. 'Was he being serious?' he though to himself 'or was he, as usual, just being a regular teenager by overreacting?' Besides being a man, Fullmetal was 14 years his junior. and besides, the kid had had his boxer shorts on the entire time.
For a moment, Roy wasnt sure what to say. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. He hadnt expected to see Ed in only his boxer shorts, but it was a necessity. The pants had already fallen off, and he had been getting blood on his perfectly good work shirt. He certainly didnt want to ruin his clothes. Despite being a colonel, his salary wasnt that good. It had been really weird stipping off that shirt and seeing his younger officer in nothing but boxer shorts and his automail, scars and all. Although his conciousness would never let him admit it, it was... well... kinda nice. Deep down inside he had to admit to himself that he kind of liked the view.
"Well.. I.. um.. " This was the first time that he had been caught off guard in a while, and certainly the first time by this young, cocky, short little alchemist. "I already told you that didnt want your blood all over my clothes. Alchemy can sometimes do wonders, but it cant get a stain out of a shirt, ya know." he said, dismissivly with a wave of his hand.
The smirk came back to Fullmetal's face.. a bigger, much more mischevious smile. He really did look like the cat who ate the canary. It was a snug, all-knowing smile, and that worried Roy. "Why, I do believe that you are blushing, Colonel Mustang, SIR!" he said in a slightly condecending voice, with an extra emphasis on the sir. He even added a little salute with his automailed hand, being careful to miss the still smarting cut on his forehead. Ed knew that he was outranked, and possibly going way over the line in relation to how he spoke to his superior officer, but still he seemed to push just the right buttons. It was Roy's turn to feel the hot sting of embarassment as the blood rushed to his cheeks.