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akainagiKataomoi Ch 16: In which Havoc narrowly avoids immolation
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akainagi
Pairing: RoyEd (FMA)
Rating: NC-17 en toto
Summary: Ed has a revelation regarding himself. Then he has a revelation regarding the Colonel. Epic-ness ensues for all involved.
This had all gone so wrong so incredibly fast.
Roy had known a personal involvement with Edward Elric was a bad idea. Embarking on this game of sexual cat and mouse had been ill-advised on a myriad of levels. On the superficial level it broke several military regulations and many more unwritten standards of conduct. Beyond the superficial level …
There was never supposed to be anything but a superficial level.
Mustang attacked his paperwork that morning with a vengeance; burying his irritation behind a veneer of productivity. He was snappish to his staff, and merely civil to his peers. And when a smirking Jean Havoc asked him how his date last night went, he had to resist the temptation to light the other man’s head on fire. It galled him even more because Havoc actually knew who had been in attendance at Mustang’s house last night. Not that the Second Lieutenant would do anything with that information. The man was a prick, but he was the soul of discretion when the cards were down. Despite that, Havoc spent all day looking like nothing so much as a man caught in the throes of terminal amusement. He was probably relishing seeing his CO taking the end of the relationship pipe for once.
Relationship?
Shit.
The Colonel angrily dashed his signature across the bottom of yet another form. Here behind the closed doors of his office he allowed himself the luxury of a good scowl. He didn’t do relationships. He did women, he did civilians, and above all, he did uncomplicated. Three qualities that certainly did not apply to Edward Elric.
There had never been any future in this endeavor. He actively did not want one. This was supposed to have been a diversion, albeit a slightly more dangerous one than the usual. Yanking Fullmetal around a little, making the blonde squirm, doing a little squirming of his own; that had been the goal. The past few days had been a variation on the usual theme; animosity with a side of lust. Now they could just go back to animosity. Business as usual.
Then why was he so fucking angry?
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This had all gone so wrong so incredibly fast.
Ed attacked Joshua Kellig’s journals like a man on a mission. Which was pretty much what he was; the mission being to finish up this crap assignment and then put as many miles between the Elric brothers and Central as possible.
The young alchemist spent the majority of the day lost in translation; sitting on the floor of Kellig’s home, surrounded by journals and trying to ignore the omnipresent clinging dust. He finally had to resort to tying a bandana in front of his face because the crap kept getting up his nose.
Al had taken one look at his brother and dissolved into giggles, pointing out that whatever career choices Ed might have post-military, they should probably not include bank-robber; Ed looked thoroughly unintimidating. Ed then proceeded to ask his brother, quite pointedly, who the hell was so short that he couldn’t reach the bottom of a bank-teller window? And if the whole routine was a bit forced, neither brother was crass enough to point that out. The byplay served to cut a little of the tension that had descended last night, when the elder Elric returned to the dorms, slightly rumpled, sans braid, and with a scowl that could peel paint.
Ed had told his brother the truth about the evening, if a severely edited version; the Colonel had pissed him off, f-bombs were dropped, speedy departure, end-of-story. Not that Al had let it drop at that bare bones description. The younger Elric was like a master interrogator with a penchant for voyeurism. Yeah, Al, there was snogging. No, no slapping this time. And when Al asked him where his hair-elastic had gotten to, Ed turned red and made a strategic retreat under the bedclothes, effectively ending the conversation.
Unfortunately, once ensconced in bed, Ed had nothing but the inane rambling of his own mind to deal with. And his mind seemed to want to go over every moment of his pseudo-date. In detail.
The evening had begun pleasantly, if a little surreally. The food had been great, the conversation intelligent enough to capture Ed’s interest, and snarky enough to keep it. The soft-core sexual calisthenics had been as engrossing as ever. Ed had actually enjoyed himself last night, at least up until the point where everything fell apart.
In the dark recesses of Ed’s psyche, buried under his newly discovered libido and his Mustang-induced psychosexual trauma, a small voice told him that he might have overreacted at least a little. All the Colonel had done was offer Ed an evening of unhurried groping somewhere more comfortable than on a couch or the front seat of a car. Surely the man wasn’t proposing anything more than mutually gratifying physical release; Ed didn’t think his CO was a masochist. A morally bankrupt hedonist, maybe, but not a masochist. All that had been offered was a mutual notching of bedposts. Mustang hadn’t been thinking beyond getting his own rocks off, surely.
The problem was that right now, he really didn’t give a shit what Mustang had been thinking. He only gave a shit what Edward Elric had been thinking.
Because for a moment, Ed had been tempted. If reputation and recent experience were any indication, Mustang would make the experience enjoyable. Then he realized the full implication of the Colonel’s request.
If only for a moment, he had seriously considered leaving his brother alone. Willingly. And in favor of a night of carnal gratification with his mortal enemy, no less.
In retrospect, the decision had not really been a decision at all. More a foregone conclusion. A reiteration of longstanding priorities. A confirmation of the hierarchy of needs as applied to Edward Elric. His brother and their shared burden: the most basic of priorities. He was pretty sure that food was in there somewhere, too.
This thing with the Colonel didn’t even rank.
He had known from the start that this Mustang thing was a shit-lousy idea. All last night had done was confirm it.
He had known.
So now why was he so fucking angry?
Previous chapters HERE
Author:
akainagiPairing: RoyEd (FMA)
Rating: NC-17 en toto
Summary: Ed has a revelation regarding himself. Then he has a revelation regarding the Colonel. Epic-ness ensues for all involved.
This had all gone so wrong so incredibly fast.
Roy had known a personal involvement with Edward Elric was a bad idea. Embarking on this game of sexual cat and mouse had been ill-advised on a myriad of levels. On the superficial level it broke several military regulations and many more unwritten standards of conduct. Beyond the superficial level …
There was never supposed to be anything but a superficial level.
Mustang attacked his paperwork that morning with a vengeance; burying his irritation behind a veneer of productivity. He was snappish to his staff, and merely civil to his peers. And when a smirking Jean Havoc asked him how his date last night went, he had to resist the temptation to light the other man’s head on fire. It galled him even more because Havoc actually knew who had been in attendance at Mustang’s house last night. Not that the Second Lieutenant would do anything with that information. The man was a prick, but he was the soul of discretion when the cards were down. Despite that, Havoc spent all day looking like nothing so much as a man caught in the throes of terminal amusement. He was probably relishing seeing his CO taking the end of the relationship pipe for once.
Relationship?
Shit.
The Colonel angrily dashed his signature across the bottom of yet another form. Here behind the closed doors of his office he allowed himself the luxury of a good scowl. He didn’t do relationships. He did women, he did civilians, and above all, he did uncomplicated. Three qualities that certainly did not apply to Edward Elric.
There had never been any future in this endeavor. He actively did not want one. This was supposed to have been a diversion, albeit a slightly more dangerous one than the usual. Yanking Fullmetal around a little, making the blonde squirm, doing a little squirming of his own; that had been the goal. The past few days had been a variation on the usual theme; animosity with a side of lust. Now they could just go back to animosity. Business as usual.
Then why was he so fucking angry?
+++
This had all gone so wrong so incredibly fast.
Ed attacked Joshua Kellig’s journals like a man on a mission. Which was pretty much what he was; the mission being to finish up this crap assignment and then put as many miles between the Elric brothers and Central as possible.
The young alchemist spent the majority of the day lost in translation; sitting on the floor of Kellig’s home, surrounded by journals and trying to ignore the omnipresent clinging dust. He finally had to resort to tying a bandana in front of his face because the crap kept getting up his nose.
Al had taken one look at his brother and dissolved into giggles, pointing out that whatever career choices Ed might have post-military, they should probably not include bank-robber; Ed looked thoroughly unintimidating. Ed then proceeded to ask his brother, quite pointedly, who the hell was so short that he couldn’t reach the bottom of a bank-teller window? And if the whole routine was a bit forced, neither brother was crass enough to point that out. The byplay served to cut a little of the tension that had descended last night, when the elder Elric returned to the dorms, slightly rumpled, sans braid, and with a scowl that could peel paint.
Ed had told his brother the truth about the evening, if a severely edited version; the Colonel had pissed him off, f-bombs were dropped, speedy departure, end-of-story. Not that Al had let it drop at that bare bones description. The younger Elric was like a master interrogator with a penchant for voyeurism. Yeah, Al, there was snogging. No, no slapping this time. And when Al asked him where his hair-elastic had gotten to, Ed turned red and made a strategic retreat under the bedclothes, effectively ending the conversation.
Unfortunately, once ensconced in bed, Ed had nothing but the inane rambling of his own mind to deal with. And his mind seemed to want to go over every moment of his pseudo-date. In detail.
The evening had begun pleasantly, if a little surreally. The food had been great, the conversation intelligent enough to capture Ed’s interest, and snarky enough to keep it. The soft-core sexual calisthenics had been as engrossing as ever. Ed had actually enjoyed himself last night, at least up until the point where everything fell apart.
In the dark recesses of Ed’s psyche, buried under his newly discovered libido and his Mustang-induced psychosexual trauma, a small voice told him that he might have overreacted at least a little. All the Colonel had done was offer Ed an evening of unhurried groping somewhere more comfortable than on a couch or the front seat of a car. Surely the man wasn’t proposing anything more than mutually gratifying physical release; Ed didn’t think his CO was a masochist. A morally bankrupt hedonist, maybe, but not a masochist. All that had been offered was a mutual notching of bedposts. Mustang hadn’t been thinking beyond getting his own rocks off, surely.
The problem was that right now, he really didn’t give a shit what Mustang had been thinking. He only gave a shit what Edward Elric had been thinking.
Because for a moment, Ed had been tempted. If reputation and recent experience were any indication, Mustang would make the experience enjoyable. Then he realized the full implication of the Colonel’s request.
If only for a moment, he had seriously considered leaving his brother alone. Willingly. And in favor of a night of carnal gratification with his mortal enemy, no less.
In retrospect, the decision had not really been a decision at all. More a foregone conclusion. A reiteration of longstanding priorities. A confirmation of the hierarchy of needs as applied to Edward Elric. His brother and their shared burden: the most basic of priorities. He was pretty sure that food was in there somewhere, too.
This thing with the Colonel didn’t even rank.
He had known from the start that this Mustang thing was a shit-lousy idea. All last night had done was confirm it.
He had known.
So now why was he so fucking angry?
Previous chapters HERE
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Date: 2012-06-15 09:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-06-15 10:26 pm (UTC)Just so you know: I completely and totally blame YOU for reminding me of the EPICNESS that is ROYED. After you commented the other day, I went on a long, yaoi-filled trip down memory lane. Now my brain has been eaten AGAIN, and it's ALL YOUR FAULT!
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Date: 2012-06-16 02:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-06-18 04:01 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-06-18 04:01 am (UTC)"...why was he so fucking angry?" *sigh* Why must these two complicate this for themselves? :( Very much looking forward to more! :D
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Date: 2012-06-18 12:46 pm (UTC)I find arguments and insults are an oft overlooked form of foreplay. Roy and Ed merely give them due credit.
Thank you, and I hope to have a new chappy up soon. I won't even take 2 years to do it this time ^_^
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Date: 2013-05-23 05:28 pm (UTC)