Apr. 17th, 2014

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Title: Wall
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Word Count: 309

All the breath left Edward’s lungs as Roy slammed him back against the wall. It was such a violent, hard movement but then Roy’s mouth was covering his, and his breathlessness took on another tone entirely. Edward grabbed Roy’s shirt in both hands, head tilted up defiantly to meet Roy’s, the fire in his eyes unquenchable. 

Sometimes - sometimes, Roy got like this. Edward had been gone for a few days - a hunting trip, as it were. Keeping Breeds in line could be a difficult task, and the last thing that Edward wanted was to drag Roy into the line of fire like that. There was already quite a stigma surrounding them, after all. Vampires and werewolves simply did NOT shack up, it wasn’t done. 

(There was a bit of irony therein that Edward enjoyed; no one cared that they were both men, but two different Breeds? Sacrilege!) 

Roy’s lips traced down to Edward’s neck, hot breath on his skin, and Edward tilted his head aside to allow him access. Roy’s fangs were delicate on his skin, pinpricks and then a sudden flare of pain that receded quickly as Roy bit him. 

Edward hiked his leg over Roy’s, arching and pulling him closer as the vampire fed on him. The feeling was intoxicating, this strange and pleasant warmth that pulsated from their point of connection. He knew in his heart that he should be feeling the effects, growing weaker as he was drained of blood, but in this moment it was dizzying. When Roy finally lifted his head, Edward’s blood on his lips, Edward was flush with exhilaration, and hard with need. Roy ran his hand over the crotch of Edward’s jeans, now far too tight, and Edward grabbed Roy by the neck, dragging him down into another kiss.
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Title: Departure
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Reverse'verse
Word Count: 417

Roy looked as bad as Edward felt, blood smudged into his hairline and dirt streaked across his face. All the same, Edward tried to muster a smile for him and largely failed, the throbbing pain in his right leg cutting through his expression like a knife. 

The medic’s tent was the exact opposite of private, and Edward couldn’t reach for Roy like he wanted desperately to. It seemed stupid, this charade they kept up in front of unknowing eyes, but Roy’s career depended on it, and Edward - Edward couldn’t say that he understood it, truly, but he didn’t want Roy to fail on his account either. 

"We’re going back out there," Roy said, his voice hoarse with the effects of the dessert. "They’ve taken the rail lines, we can’t get trains in or out." His look was significant even if the words were unsaid. "If we can’t get you - and the others here - back to civilization soon, you may lose your other leg." 

"Eh," Edward knocked on his left knee. "Automail’s not so bad, really." There was something in Roy’s eyes that scared him. He wanted to grab at the other man, pull him down into a kiss but he was so aware of the other eyes in the tent and his resentment burned. "Lieutenant Hawkeye’s going with you, right?" 

"As if I could ever escape her," Roy managed a small, tight smile. "You just concentrate on getting well, Fullmetal. I’ll - we’ll be back soon." 

Edward nodded his head, licking his cracked lips. He wanted to say the words, they bubbled in his throat like acid but he couldn’t, he couldn’t take the risk. “Yeah,” he said, and tried not to let his desperation show through. “I’ll be waiting for your next order, you good-for-nothing colonel.”


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