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scriveynerFandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/Supernatural
AU: Mashup
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 857
Summary: It took the better part of the day for Ed to herd Al out of the place.
It took the better part of the day for Ed to herd Al out of the place - Al kept shooting Ed these looks, like he knew somehow but Ed hadn't told him, there wasn't any way Al could know. But sometimes the glances Al gave him.... He would figure it out, one way or another.
"I'll be back on Wednesday," Al said, pointing at Ed. He stopped and eyed Ed another moment. "This has to do with that Trina chick you met at the bar the other night."
Ed flattened his hand over his chest. "You wound me."
Al rolled his eyes. "Wednesday," he said.
Ed sent him off with a two-fingered wave, figured that Bobby needed help on the hunt and Ed was still a little laid up, his ankle still recovering from a mild sprain. Now that they had a place to base operations out of that was just Bobby's place things were starting to fall into place better.
He nearly tripped over the damn cat as he shut the door, beelined for the fridge and popped open a beer. It had taken several visits but he had come to kind of an accord with the beast - they stayed out of each other's way. Oddly, the cat had retained the chilling blue eyes it had as a kitten - which was so very rare in cats Ed felt the need to exorcise it.
Roy was out back, doing upkeep on the weapons he kept stored in an otherwise innocuous garden shed. Ed came out and sat on the stoop for a few minutes, knowing better than to touch another man's weapons without permission. After five or so minutes Roy handed him off a gun to clean and Ed went to work happily.
They worked in companionable silence, strangely comfortable. Ed wasn't used to feeling this relaxed around anyone other than Al, and even lately he didn't feel like this around Al. As Ed put the gun back together, he caught Roy looking at him and he flashed the other man a cocky grin. "We've got until Wednesday," he said.
"We shouldn't waste any time," Roy said heavily, and leaned over and kissed him.
The first time - Ed wanted to think it had been an accident. He'd had plenty of one-night-stands where he'd not even remembered how he got to the bed he woke up in, but this time he woke up in Roy's bed with a hangover and a completely confused Mustang staring at him.
He had left immediately after that, but after Roy's abrupt introduction back into their lives it just got easier to call him for assistance on cases going wrong; to request a place to crash when they were in the area or even to call for emergency backup. Roy didn't judge and while neither Ed or Al had given him quite the full story yet, he knew most of what was going on.
So they collaborated on a few hunts and then Roy and Ed were left alone waiting on a signal from Al and they almost missed it because Roy was busy fucking Ed against the wall.
The rest was, well. Ed had his legs hooked around Roy's thighs, arms locked around his neck as Roy rocked them into the mattress. Ed breathed vulgarities to the ceiling and Roy pushed him down, using his full body weight against Ed and Ed grunted, "oh fuck, yeah-" and came across Roy's chest.
They slept in the same bed, curled around each other and Ed wondered if he should sling his stuff in the guest room so Al wouldn't wonder but then Roy was standing behind him in the shower, soapy arms wrapped around Ed's waist, chin tucked neatly on his shoulder as he so carefully washed Ed's dick, working his legs apart slowly under the hot spray of the shower head.
Ed wondered if this was what happiness was like, and then felt the quiet hole that was a lack of Al and didn't know what to make of it. He would get that strange sad expression on his face and Roy would pin him against the counter and soothe away the worry with lips on temple, cheek, hairline, mouth... He knew Wednesday would come soon and then Al would be back in the Impala and they'd head out and it would be weeks before he felt Roy's mouth on his skin or the strength of him as he pressed Ed open and there was no happy medium.
Roy was gone by the time Ed woke up in the morning, no messy goodbyes. They were hunters, any day could be their last. Ed slung his duffel into the back of the Impala - Al cast a strangely knowing eye over Ed and Ed resisted the urge to triple-check for bruises on his neck - and asked casually "how's the ankle?" and Ed smacked the roof of the car open-handed. "Give me my car keys, let's get the fuck out of here. Sick of staying in one place," he lied.
Ed didn't look back.
