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Today was the day. It was today. It had been a horrific 381 hours and 57 minutes since Roy had last laid eyes on his love. Truthfully, a little bit longer than that, even as his countdown began when he lost sight of the train two weeks ago, and not when the early morning sunlight glinting off the window eclipsed his view. Roy glanced at the clock hanging high on the office wall. T-minus 34 minutes remaining until Roy would be walking through their front door and they would be finally reunited.
Roy was all too well aware that Ed would already be home by the time he arrived. The General grumbled to himself about his promotion increasing his responsibility but lacking the breathing room he had hoped for. Thereby rendering him unable to take off the afternoon to claim his beloved at the train station himself.
He glanced at the clock again: 33 minutes. Well, at least it was supposed to be 33 minutes. Thirteen minutes until he would be allowed to leave, and then roughly another 20 to commute and finally arrive at home. But fate shone graciously down on him today, for it was Friday and there was not a soul alive that could keep Roy in this godforsaken government building longer than he had to be while Ed waited for him at home. Leaving 10 minutes early on a Friday was more than excusable, he reasoned. A smile split his face as he checked the time again to realize that 32 minutes was now a mere twenty-two– twenty-one. Twenty-one minutes. What was just one minute?
Roy stood to collect his coat. No one challenged his action.
Roy would consider self-control to be one of his few good traits. Not something he struggled with often. However, forcing himself to retain decorum and walk out of the building was an immense challenge.
Luckily, there was no one to embarrass himself in front of once their front door shut behind him. Roy dashed up to the bedroom, leaving his boots and coat behind. With a departure time of early and an arrival time of not long ago, he knew that Ed would be lying down. Roy continued to shed his uniform as he climbed the stairs, leaving the pieces where they landed.
The bedroom door swung open to reveal the blonde, still fully dressed for travel, thrown over his own half of the bed. The sight warmed Roy through, like soft sunlight on his skin. Ed was breathing slowly, his shoulders shifting with every breath, but still not so shallowly as to show that he had fallen asleep. Roy stepped around the bed to find Ed's face pressed deeply into Roy's pillow instead of his own. His eyes were still closed, but the smile threatening to pull his lips taught gave away his play act.
The mattress dipped under his weight as Roy crawled up from the foot of the bed until he was covering Ed's whole body with his shadow. The tell-tale smile cracked across Ed's face, but he still didn't open his eyes. Roy leaned forward to press a tender kiss to his lover's cheek. Ed huffed, losing a suppressed laugh as Roy's eyelashes tickled the side of his face.
"My, my." Roy chided, mirth turning his tone playful. "If my love is so exhausted from his travels that he could not even remove his boots, surely, he is too tired for me to bother him."
Ed's eyebrows knit together. Roy knew the internal battle he was having. Should he give up the bit or risk Roy leaving him alone? Ed's eye cracked open and shone gold as he looked back at Roy, who could only smile back at him. Roy dipped forward again to place another chaste kiss on the side of Ed's face.
"Welcome home," he whispered.
Ed shifted before Roy's lips could meet his skin. He rolled onto his back so that he could face Roy head-on and wrapped his arms around his neck.
"It's good to be back." He sighed, sinking into the mattress and pulling Roy with him. Their lips finally met, and Roy's mental countdown ticked to glorious zero and faded away. Ed was here. He was safe. He was home. He was in their home. Ed was safe in their home on their bed, and most importantly, in Roy's arms. Just where Roy liked him. They parted, but never let go.
"Cozy?" Roy asked. Ed sighed, a deeply contented sound as he deflated into bedding, his eyes slipped closed again. He hummed an affirmative.
"You?" He asked, his voice thick with the relaxation settling into his bones.
"I will be soon," Roy's voice dropped to a whisper as he dusted light kisses over Ed's exposed jaw.
"It seems like you missed me while I was away." Ed's eye cracked open so he could see Roy's face as he answered. Of course, Roy missed him, but that wasn't the question being asked. This time, Roy hummed.
"Of course I did, every other day and twice on weekends." His playful smile smoothed over the stubble decorating the tender skin under Ed's chin.
"Lucky," Ed griped. "I couldn't. -Wasn't given the time or privacy for it."
"Such a shame," Roy pouted, teasing, continuing his ministrations. "My baby must be so pent up after two weeks of nothing."
"He is." Ed groaned his agreement. "He needs you to make up for it. Now. Please, fuck, Roy, I need you. I need you so bad." Ed tugged Roy closer to him. Roy answered by pressing his lips to Ed's once again.
Ed pushed up from the mattress just enough to deepen the kiss. He eased Roy down with him as he relaxed into the bedding with Roy fully plastered to his front. Roy let his full weight settle over Ed and continued to enjoy Ed's taste.
Roy missed this. The simplicity of having Ed home, of being surrounded by him. Ed filled his senses. Roy never realized just how drab life had been before Ed was living with him. Ed was so so alive in everything he did. He moved unapologetically, filling the space he was in with sound and warmth and that smell. Roy knew it well. The musk that gathered on Ed's skin through the day. The scent that stained his pillow and wardrobe and made the sheets they shared truly home. The scent lingered just so as to remind Roy that Ed did, in fact, call this shared place home.
Lazily, they let the kiss progress. No rush to their movements. They had all night and into the morning to etch themselves back onto their lovers' skin and had every intention of doing so. The kiss grew steadily deeper still, the rest of their bodies slowly joining in. Ed's hands dragged over the remaining pieces of Roy's uniform until he pulled his shirt from his trousers. The moment the fabric separated, Ed's hands dove under the starched white shirt to press firmly and against the hot expanse of Roy's back. Roy's body responded of its own accord, pressing closer to Ed and seeking his heat. His hands carded into Ed's hair, and his hips began shifting subtly back and forth, gently writhing above his lover as his cock hardened in its confines. Ed's body responded in turn, rutting his own growing hardness against Roy's hips.
They fit so perfectly together, as always, like puzzle pieces designed to lock together. There was no space left between them, only the building heat and passion. As it should be. There had been far too much space between them for the past couple of weeks, but no more. They were together again, at last. This by no means warranted tenderness, that could come later. Roy could taste the pent-up need on Ed's tongue. He felt it burn through Ed's skin and weigh the air as his unspoken beg for what he really wanted exuded from Ed's skin. Roy could smell it on him.
Their movements crescendo. Kisses turned sharp and demanding, and their palms grew ever more insistent, fingertip-shaped bruises sure to bloom across pale skin by morning. The heat of passion burned between them. It pulled a slick sheen from their skin as their hearts sped in tandem.
Roy broke the kiss and leaned fully into Ed's space, panting for air, hips still mindlessly undulating. They clung to one another as Roy's nose slotted into place at the juncture of Ed's neck and shoulder. Roy inhaled deeply, reveling in the scent of Ed. It nearly made him dizzy. His head spun with Ed at its center.
"You smell like heaven," he sighed into Ed's collar. His lips danced along the skin as he spoke.
"I was on a train all day, I smell like shit," Ed huffed in correction, trying to pull Roy's head from where he had tucked it to no avail, as Roy shook off Ed's hands and buried his face right back where it had been.
"You smell like you," Roy took a deep breath. "And I missed you."
Ed huffed again, his shoulders jumping and ribs stuttering with his laugh.
"That's gross," he concluded, but he made no move to redirect Roy or keep him from breathing him in. Roy's dedication and obvious enjoyment sparked up Ed's spine. The pleasure of being the sole focus of Roy's adoration and attention was so much more than just a feeling. It spread warmth through Ed's entire body, across his skin and out to the tips of his fingers and toes. Roy wanted him. Roy wanted him. And Ed would never tire of it.
Roy's hips never stilled. His fingers in Ed's hair tugged his head to the side so that he could taste the slick sheen building on his skin. His hot tongue over the sensitive skin sent a shiver wracking through Ed's body.
"Fuck me." The beg fled his lips alongside a whine. Roy raised just enough to see the desperation burning in Ed's eyes.
"I want nothing more," Roy panted, his breath puffed hot and damp over Ed's glistening skin. "But, please, I'm close as is. Can I finish before prepping you?" Roy mirrored the desperation. He had reached a regrettable age at which pausing now may cause his body to enact revenge and render him unable to fulfill Ed's request at all. Roy preemptively mourned his own pleasure, the thought alone bringing a beg to his lips. He would never deprive Ed of his, but it was more fun to fall from the edge with him.
Ed chuckled, deep in his chest.
"Dumbass, what do you think I was doing while I waited on you to get home?"
Roy looked down at him, eyes wide, stunned.
"You are still fully dressed. You still have your coat on." He voiced his confusion.
"I'm also an impatient shit. Why are you surprised?" Ed chuckled again.
The realization that Ed was fully ready for him before he even came through the door had Roy growing impossibly harder and twitching in his pants.
"Fuck-," he shoved forward to draw Ed into a new heated kiss. Roy's weight pushed him back against the mattress as he licked, hot and demanding, into Ed's mouth. Ed moaned around Roy's tongue. He loved when Roy's passion piqued; it pulled the entire experience higher with it. "You're so perfect, I should have known." Roy sat up and began furiously unbuttoning his Oxford. He paused only one button in to yank Ed up by his coat collar to sit as well and shove it off of his shoulders.
Ed couldn't help the elated laugh spilling from his lips as Roy maneuvered his body. He eagerly took on the task of ridding Roy of the rest of his uniform, simultaneously as Roy continued to strip him of his travel garments. As soon as Roy had Ed's vest and shirt open, he shoved him back to lying down. Ed grasped at Roy's open collar for balance as he fell back, pulling Roy back on top of himself. Lacking coordination, but ever on the same page, Roy yanked Ed's trousers over his hips as Ed was unfastening his pants.
Just as his lover, Roy was impatient to claim what was his. No sooner had he freed one of Ed's legs from his pants than he was lining his bare cock against Ed's slick and perfectly stretched hole. He fully sheathed himself in one hearty thrust. Ed's resulting gasp and high moan were a song that Roy wanted to play on repeat.
"Yes!" Ed hissed, clutching at Roy's shoulders. His breath came in labored panting moans as his body fought to accommodate Roy's presence inside of him. Roy gave him a moment to acclimate to the sudden intrusion. He waited, body still and fully sheathed, while laying consoling kisses across Ed's beautiful, freckled face. When Roy slowly pulled his hips back, Ed whined, high and loud. His free leg raised to wrap around Roy's hip.
Roy drew back until only the head of his cock remained before slamming back into the tight heat provided by the depths of Ed's body. He pushed forward until his balls slapped against the cleft of Ed's ass. The thrust punched a breathy moan from Ed's lips. Ed clung as though for dear life as Roy built a punishing pace. He held nothing back. His head tipped back, bearing his neck to Roy, and his hair splayed across Roy's pillow behind him.
Roy couldn't bite back his possessive snarl at the sound of them. The slap of sweat-slicked skin as Roy fucked into him and the harmony of Ed's harsh breath and choked moans.
"Beautiful," Roy said and leaned forward to plant sloppy kisses on the exposed skin of Ed's tanned throat. "I missed you." Roy's hands shifted over the sheets until they clasped around Ed's back, holding him close enough that they were sharing air, damp and charged. "I missed you so much."
"It was only a couple of weeks, Roy-" Ed was cut off by Roy lifting himself onto his knees for a better angle. Roy pressed his forehead to Ed's as he met his lover's eyes. His salt and pepper hair caught between them, and tangling with gold as he searched darkened gold rings shimmering with pleasure. He watched Ed's pupil blow even wider as he increased his speed and depth. "Fuck. Oh, fuck!"
"And yet, you missed me, too." Roy's tease came out stilted under his constant movement. His hands on Ed's hips held him steady as Roy repeatedly filled him. Ed gasped and then groaned.
"I missed your dick," he said, always answering tease for tease.
"Fuck, I missed this hole." Roy retorted. Ed let out a giddy laugh. The pleasure and ease of being with Roy would forever be the most amazing feeling.
Roy leaned his forehead against Ed’s collar, leaving sloppy kisses over Ed's sun-kissed skin. He trailed them up Ed's neck to the nape of his ear and sucked, claiming marks there. The bridge of his nose pressed against Ed's earlobe, and the tip found solace in the golden strands plastered against the hollow behind his ear. Roy inhaled a deep, satisfying breath, and Ed's giggle faded into the most delicious gasping moan. It rang around them like music.
"You're insane," Ed chided, the mirth still fully evident in his voice.
"And yet you keep coming home to me anyway." Roy's retort fanned hot, moist breath over Ed's neck; it rolled into his hair like lazy ripples into reeds. Ed couldn't take the bordering on lacsidazical turn Roy allowed in his movements. Ed craved the speed and heat, the sweat dripping over them. They didn’t finish undressing, for fucks sake, he was not letting this turn tender yet. He snaked his hand into Roy's hair and yanked his head back just enough to turn his own head and crash his lips together again. Just before making contact, Ed whispered his own retort.
"Who else would tolerate me?"
Their lips brushed on every thrust and with every word, but Roy never let up. He shifted his hips to reangle his thrusts, and he tossed his head back in bliss as Roy slammed against his prostate again and again. His hair clung to slicked skin, curling in shimmering tendrils along his throat and face and caught in the texture of his lips.
"Please, fuck–" Ed begged, beathy yet demanding. "Make me cum, Roy! Make me cum, please, fuck! I've been in hostels the whole trip- Roy, I need it."
Every time Ed called his name, Roy felt like a wave breaking on a glorious shore. He shoved his hips forward, burying himself deep inside of Ed. He stilled his core so he could nip at Ed's ear.
"No privacy for my love to think of me?" He teased. His voice is low and breathy. "Perhaps I should get you hotel rooms in the future."
Ed shivered. And Roy felt it as it worked its way through Ed's body.
"Fuck- don't waste your money. Just keep fucking me good when I get home," Ed graoned as his ankles locked around Roy's back.
"One day, I'll get you a hotel room so that I can call you. See how worked up I can get you."
"Asshole," Ed gasped as Roy licked over the shell of his ear. "You- you'd just leave me hangin'-- please, Roy, fuck me." Ed flexed his hips and tried to move himself along Roy's cock. Roy smirked at him.
"Now, why would I do that when I miss you too?" Roy nosed along the line of Ed's throat and pulled his hips away so that the length of his cock scraped through Ed's rim. He looked down at Ed, mirth and love in his teasing eyes. Ed rolled his eyes, and butt his heels against Roy's back.
"Prove it, old man. Are you gonna make me cum or not?" A mischievous spark crackled in his eye as a slow smirk split Ed's face. "Or do you need a break?"
"Listen here, you little shit," Roy grunted as he pressed his hips back against Ed, fully sheathing himself in his lover again. Ed gasped, the air punched from his lungs, and Roy did not give him tTime to catch it. He fucked into him at a punishing pace, stroking his cock in sync and reducing Ed to a strictly one-syllable vocabulary.
Please. Yes. More. Fuck. Roy.
Ed screamed and gasped his pleasure, building a chant as Roy's cockhead bullied against Ed's prostate. When Ed's cries bled from begs into unintelligible moans and slurred cries, and Ed's body began to tighten in Roy's grasp, he tucked his lips against Ed's ear.
"Cum for me, baby."
The instant words left Roy's mouth, they ricocheted down Ed's spine, and he came with a shout, his head thrown back and his face scrunched in concentrated pleasure. His release pooled hot on his stomach and dribbled down his cock over Roy's fingers.
Ed's body fell against the mattress as he fought to catch his breath. Roy slowed his movements to a stop and just watched Ed's eyelids flutter.
"I can still make you cum by just a command." He teased. He knew it frustrated Ed just how easily Roy made him finish sometimes, but Roy would forever be endeared.
"Bastard," Ed spat, lacking any malice. Roy shrugged and smirked.
"The only time you listen to my commands anyway," he murmured.
Ed smacked him in the shoulder for that remark, and Roy huffed a laugh that fanned over Ed's hypersensitive skin. Ed groans, his body tensed around Roy in subtle after shocks of his pleasure.
"Your turn," Ed insisted, having settled on the bed in such a way that he was fully open to Roy. His hair clung to slicked skin, curling in shimmering tendrils along his throat and face
Roy flexed his hips, picking up his movements again, with a slow drag. Ed shivered.
"Are you sure?" Roy asked.
Ed wound his arms around Roy's neck and pulled him in close again until their brows were pushed together once more, and Roy's cock seated itself deep back where it belonged. The thin, glinting rings of gold met obsidian, and raw energy sparked between them.
"Roy." Ed regarded him quite seriously but still hot with another string of single-syllable words. "Wring. Me. Out."
He said it with such finality, and honestly, who was Roy to refuse him? Not that he had the strength to when he was keyed up in this way.
"As you wish," Roy laid a single soft kiss to his love before pushing on his hands, hiking Ed's leg over his arm, and chasing his own orgasm. The sudden shift from nothing to everything had Ed arching his back and crying out. He flew from blissed to overstimulated in seconds and clung to Roy, who didn't dare stop.
It wasn't long before Roy's pleasure peaked. He made sure that Ed took every drop of his load, fucking it deep. He was going to need it to properly wring the rest of Ed's pent-up lust from him. When Roy pulled free, he didn't let Ed remain empty for more than a second. He ran his fingers through the cooling cum on Ed's quaking stomach and made sure to pet the inside of Ed's rim as he twisted his fingers in. Instantly, his fingers were covered in his own release. The idea that both of their cums were mingling inside Ed right now had him groaning.
Ed arched as Roy pistoned his fingers quickly in and out, spreading their cum over Ed's walls. Ed's second orgasm ripped through him like thunder in an open field, pulling tears and an overwhelmed sob from him. It left his nerves raw, but his spirit sated.
Roy kissed his thigh sweetly and gently before crawling up the bed to lie beside his love, both of them settling deeply into the mattress, and exhaustion slowly overtook them.
Roy slotted the their hands together, as their breathing caught and evened. Ed curled his fingers into place as the sweat sheen on their skin cooled and grew tacky. They lay in silence for a while, sated and content in the comfort of each other's quiet company.
Ed's head lulled to the side to see the man lunging beside him. Neither of them hads managed to undress fully. A soft, adoring smile donned his face, and his eyes sparkled.
"And everyone says I'm the passionate one." He joked.
Roy glanced over to meet Ed's eye.
"I don't like when you are away, something in me is- is- I just keep having nightmares. Don't worry about it, darling."
Ed sat up on his elbows so he could see Roy better.
“Nightmares? About?”
"Nightmares are not new to me, and they are just dreams-"
"I know that, me neither, but- I don't know, just humor me? Please?"
Roy sighed.
"Come on, let’s go shower." Roy stood from the bed, methodically stripping the rest of his clothes off as he left the room.
Ed quickly appeared in the ensuite.
"I'm not gonna just forget."
"I will answer," Roy said, starting the water, "in the shower." He sounded suddenly exhausted.
Roy was not new to nightmares; that was true, and despite having never told Ed about these, they weren't particularly new either. They were the reason Roy had pursued a relationship with Ed, and that was embarrassing enough without Ed being able to tease him about it.
They remained silent until Roy finally found himself under the comforting spray.
"It's confusing," he began. "These dreams are… weird," he stammered on the term hesitantly. It was hard to describe how they made him feel. It was such a deep ache. They were all the same: a bone-crushing sadness- loneliness. A sorrow so deep, Roy struggled to comprehend it.
"I am myself, but I am not me as I know myself. I am still undeniably myself." Roy said, flashing back to the one time he'd dreamt that he was able to see his reflection in his far subpar coffee. The exhaustion and sorrow are painfully visible in his single exposed eye.
"It's mostly cold. Always so cold," he shivered despite the hot water running over his skin. Every time he thought about the aching chill and despair from these odd dreams, it seemed to spread through him, freezing him from the inside out. "...and alone."
Ed stepped closer to him. The water ricocheted off of Roy's shoulders, dusting him in a fine cool mist. Roy pulled him in, craving the further warmth of Ed in his arms. His own personal sun flare, how did he ever get so lucky?
Well, that would be because of the dreams. It had taken Roy almost a year of recurrent blizzards and heartache to figure it out. His isolation. He recalled the dream in which he'd found the newspaper clipping on Ed's death. No body found. And in that moment, it was as though his dream had memories and he remembered a much too young Alphonse, donned in his brother's red coat, insisting that his brother had not died and would come back someday. But as he dreampt, Roy didn't believe him.
They fell easily into the routine of sharing the shower. Every time Ed's hand touched him, smoothing suds and lather over his skin, the memory of being frozen and, stuck without him faded.
"The feelings weigh me down, and I feel constantly as though I am drowning." Roy worked the tangles from Ed's hair. "It feels as though I have no desire to live, and I know you will not return," he rinced Ed's hair as he spoke. "I can't escape it."
Ed turned in his arms, pressing them skin to skin as he looked up at Roy. Hhis hair was slicked back and so wet that it still ran rivulets over his shoulders and throat. Roy reached behind them and turned off the water now that they were done with it, to save his love the difficulty of it raining on his face.
"That's odd for sure," Ed said, leaning up to kiss him. A quick reminder that he was here and here because he wanted to be. Ed continued to speak as he dried off and dressed for bed.
"You want me to bake potatoes to keep at the foot of the bed? To keep you warm?" Ed tried to offer a quick solution. "That's what mom did in the winters for Al and me."
"I would rather install a fireplace and save you the work."
"I think we should keep the smell of a burning fire far away from where you have nightmares." Ed rebutted.
"You have a point," Roy stated simply.
"I mean, but like you said they’re just dreams, so-"
"These don't feel like just dreams." Roy thought about how to describe what made these particular nightmares so impactful. He uncorked the nice bottle of hair oil Al had brought for Ed last time he visited Xing and began to work it into the damp strands. "The details are too clear and the feelings..." Roy trailed off.
The room was silent for a moment. Ed tipped his head back to see Roy's face.
"Linger?" Ed offered.
"Every time you are away, they plague me, and the feeling does not dispel until you are in my arms. The dream is that I am without you, and the nightmare is that I always wake with the fear it may one day be true."
"You are scared that one day I'll just... not come home?" Ed asked, seeking clarity.
"Closer to if something happened to you, would I ever know? Aside from you never coming home, would I ever know what happened to you?"
Ed thought for a moment, silent. An odd thing for him to be. But whenever he was, it was important. Roy knew that Ed's silence was always for a good reason, and he would wait with bated breath for his response.
"I've been having weird dreams like that for years- like where it's me, but it's not really me? Like I still have my automail arm," Ed lifted his arm of flesh and blood to demonstrate the issue with the statement, "but even then it's all wrong and shitty as fuck. And Al's there, but he spells his name wrong, and his eyes are blue. Weird as shit." Ed leaned up agaisnt the bed and lifted the covers over his body. Roy didn't need an invitation to join him or to pull him back into a firm embrace.
"There's no alchemy either, not like I can't do alchemy but like it doesn't exist. And the language is… difficult."
Roy's eyebrows raised.
"You dream in other languages?"
"Only this one, and what's weirder is that I have learned to understand it?" Ed snuggled into Roy's hold. "Oh, and a bunch of other people I know are there, but they are all wrong, too. I have been looking for you. I haven't found you yet, but now I'm going to. I'm not going to give up until I do."
Ed sat up on his elbow just enough to be able to see Roy face-to-face before he turned off the lamp.
"I say all that to say: dream me misses you, too" Ed layed a tender- tender for Edward Elric, that is– kiss to Roy's cheek. Roy turned quickly to catch him in a real kiss. The kind that communicated far more love and devotion than any wedding vow.
"I love you, Edward," Roy said, his voice low as Ed ticked the light out. Ed settled back against Roy's chest in the darkness.
“I love you too, Roy. It's good to be home.”
Roy didn't usually dream of the cold with Ed tucked into his side. He always slept soundly with the love of his life folded lovingly into his arms. But he knew this dream was the same. For the first time since these dreams began years ago, Roy found himself in the city, and quickly approaching like a glorious day after a long, hard night, Ed was running to greet him.