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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Fullmetal_Alchemist_-_All_Media_Types, Fullmetal_Alchemist:_Brotherhood_&
      Manga, Fullmetal_Alchemist_(Anime_2003)
  Relationship:
      Edward_Elric/Roy_Mustang
  Character:
      Edward_Elric, Roy_Mustang, Alphonse_Elric, Maes_Hughes, Jean_Havoc
  Additional Tags:
      Pining, Drunkenness, Other_Additional_Tags_to_Be_Added
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-07 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1703
****** fire, baby ******
by fullmctal
Summary
     He hadn’t meant for it to happen this way, necessarily. But Roy
     Mustang is only a man, and Edward Elric is only a very charming boy
     in his arms.
He hadn’t meant for it to happen this way, necessarily.
However, life had a funny way of turning things around, now didn’t it? He
couldn’t lie to himself that he’d thought of it before – sure he had, of course
he had. As a fleeting thought, maybe. Something that flickered through his mind
as the blonde-haired, tiny menace made one of his countless bounding entrances
into the Colonel’s office; flushed cheeks and fists clenched, brash and loud
and making a fuss about something or other. It happened too many times to
count, really. And of course, Roy was only human.
Wasn’t he?
He was only human, and therefore it wasn’t his fault. Not at all. He was
innocent, dammit! And only a man, with needs! He couldn’t help the fact that
this young alchemist, with that feisty personality contained in such a small
body, couldn’t help the fact that Edward was fucking.. beautiful. Beautiful in
a way that maybe, just maybe Roy hadn’t fully appreciated until said alchemist
was drunk on something that he shouldn’t have had to drink at the annual
holiday party, golden braid askew and bangs ruffled, cheeks flushed in that way
that Roy noticed sometimes, every now and then on one of the many occasions
that said alchemist came bundling into his office unannounced.
“Can’t believe you’re taking it away from me,” came the huffed words from the
impatient little blonde demon, looking positively adorable as his nose
scrunched up once Roy had plucked the now-empty bottle from the boy’s hands.
Ah, teenagers and their ability to down alcohol like there was no tomorrow.
“Well, Fullmetal, it does seem that you’ve downed the entire contents of this
bottle – and on that note, there is no reason for you to have it any longer,
now is there? Unless you were counting on spending the rest of your evening
hoarding it and snarling at anyone who approaches you, as you did me,” the
Colonel quirked an eyebrow at the tipsy boy in amusement, gloved fingertips
tapping along the side of the glass before he set it down. “Where’s that
brother of yours run off to?”
A hiccup escaped parted pink lips, a tongue darting out to swipe over them as
Edward offered a shrug, swaying in place a bit where Roy had cornered him in
the living room of Havoc’s home. The rest of the gang were gathered around the
current game of charades, and Roy wasn’t exactly sure at what point Edward’s
charming self had slipped from the group to finish off this bottle – and he
also wasn’t sure why he had so pointedly noticed the boy’s absence.
But alas, he was only a man, as he kept reminding himself.
A man who was currently a little too entranced by the tipsy teenager who looked
as though he were about to keel forward and fall into Roy’s arms.
 
Which, of course, he did.
Roy, being the gentleman that he was, had to catch the boy – Edward was light,
despite the automail, and an arm came up to press a hand to the small of Ed’s
back instinctively, holding him upright. Jesus, were fifteen year olds always
this much of a damn lightweight? Remind me to never let him drink this much at
the holiday party again.
Glancing back over his shoulder to the animated group of friends and co-
workers, Roy’s brow furrowed momentarily as he tried to make out whatever the
hell it was that Hughes was supposed to be imitating for his round in charades
– a slug on fire, maybe? – and realized that they wouldn’t miss him for even a
moment if he were to drop this boy back home where he needed to be, asleep. And
then Roy could return as if he’d never left, rejoin the party and drink the
night away with no thoughts of a wriggling blonde alchemist on his mind. He
wasted no more time in slipping an arm around Edward’s waist, beginning to lead
him toward the door.
“Where – s’where we going? Mmm, you’re warm.. Why are you so warm? Is it – is
it ‘cause you’re the Flame Alchemist?” the blonde in his arms erupted into a
fit of giggles then at his own words, pressed up against the side of Roy’s
chest and much too damn drunk for his own good.
And that was when it happened.
Roy didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the fact that Edward simply looked so
delicious in his arms like this, his guard down from the usual haughty teenage
boy persona, his braid coming undone in soft spun silk against Roy’s forearm
and his warmth positively radiating. The press of their lips together was soft;
Roy lingered there for a moment, drinking in the gasped noise of surprise that
Edward had made into his mouth, parting the boy’s lips with his own and sucking
warmly at a pouty bottom lip as he resisted the urge to simply press this tipsy
boy up against the wall and take him right here and there.
No, no. The hallway of his friend’s home was definitely not the best place to
fuck his teenage subordinate raw, that much he knew.
And it really wasn’t meant to happen this way, not that Roy had ever really
expected this to happen in the first place.
A smaller hand curled at his chest, Roy’s military jacket rumpled slightly as
they’d all come straight from the office. He pulled back just enough to let his
gaze flicker over the boy’s, taking in the sight of him for a moment, Edward’s
panting the only noise between them save for the racket coming from the other
room – a sign that someone had finally guessed who in the hell Hughes was
supposed to be.
In any other situation, if Edward hadn’t been this tipsy – Roy was fully aware
that he would’ve had an automail hand to the face. And maybe a leg, too.
“What – what the hell was that!” came the words then, bewildered and due to his
drunken state not sounding as angry as Roy knew that Edward wished they would.
They were only slightly slurred and with an air of uncertainty to them,
breathless and stubborn all wrapped up into one as Edward huffed blonde bangs
from his eyes impatiently, clumsily grasping onto the front of Roy’s jacket
still for purchase.
“That, my dear, was a kiss. And it was used solely to shut you up. Now, will
you let me drive you home before you pass out on Havoc’s hallway floor?” Roy
kept his composure as best he could with this pretty blonde thing in his arms,
wasting not another moment in hoisting the boy up and over his shoulder.
He had fully expected Edward to resist, kick, scream, anything -- but the
snoring at his ear as he made his way down the front steps, over the lawn and
to his car told him otherwise.
And god help him, Roy Mustang was only a man.
-
He’d meant to take Edward back to his dorm where Al was most likely already
asleep, he really had.
But with the realization that he had a passenger seat full of sleeping teenager
and no key to get into said dorm, the Colonel quickly concluded that Edward
would need to come home with him. And that now Roy wouldn’t be able to return
to the party, either.
Damn him and his fucking paternal instincts when it came to these two boys.
And maybe it wasn’t a paternal thing, he thought to himself as he carried
Edward up the front lawn to his apartment, soft blonde bangs tickling at his
neck as he fumbled for his own keys. Because really, when had Roy Mustang ever
felt paternal? Roy Mustang, the lady lover and womanizer of Central and beyond
– no, no. It wasn’t that. It was just that, despite his best efforts to not do
so, Roy cared about these two boys. He’d grown to care about them, grown to
feel protective over them.. and somewhere along the way, a soft spot for the
one currently in his arms had formed. Not that he would ever admit it, even to
himself.
As Roy finally hustled his way into the small apartment, shifting Edward on his
shoulder, the boy made a snuffled noise against him, face turning to sleepily
press into the warmth that was the crook of the Colonel’s neck.
And god help him if he didn’t have this current fucking restraint.
It took every bit of fibre in Roy’s being to not lay this boy down on the bed,
settle in-between parted thighs, press warm lips to rosebud nipples and slip
his fingers into a tight heat that he knew, knew would feel fucking heavenly..
No, no. Roy Mustang might be a womanizer, but he sure as hell wasn’t the type
to take advantage of a drunken Edward Elric. That much was certain.
No matter how badly he wanted to.
“Put me down already, old man. M’tired,” came the sudden slur, voice sleepy as
Ed nosed into the warmth of the Colonel’s neck, probably completely unsure of
exactly where he was or what was happening. Roy’s eyebrows rose in slight
surprise, cementing this moment to memory – he was quite certain that he would
never again have a willing Edward Elric in his arms. Or at least one that had
actually allowed himself to be carried and slung over Roy’s shoulder.
“You know, you’re adorably irresistible when you’re drunk. Much more compliant
and much less of a brat. I’ll remember this,” Roy noted nonchalantly, striding
over to the couch and plopping Edward down onto it.
Eyes watched as the blonde that had been in his arms stretched languidly,
almost like a cat before snuffling his nose into the nearest pillow, eyes
closed as another loud snoring noise emitted from his being.
Somewhere along the way, Ed’s braid had come completely undone; golden blonde
locks cascaded down his shoulder, ruffled and framing a face that was much,
much too perfect for his own good.
And yes, Roy thought to himself as he pulled a blanket over the sleeping form,
sighing in defeat to his most inner demons.
I am royally fucked.
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