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Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed, Cas, Al
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 4499
Summary: "What are you drawing on my floor?"
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Dawn was creeping rosy along the rooftops, the bright tendrils of a hot summer morning making itself known as Havoc finally pulled up in front of Roy's home. "Thank you, Lieutenant," Roy said gratefully as Ed peeled himself out of the vehicle. He'd sat in the back this time, beside Roy. Roy had given him a look but Ed didn't catch his eye, instead staring out the window again, fascinated by the route that took them to and from the crime scene.
He hadn't gone to sleep against the glass, but Roy suspected he wanted to, with the way he watched the city move past through his half-closed eyes. There was something vulnerable in the way he had tilted his head back as he settled in his seat, exposing the muscles of his throat to Roy.
During the mostly silent car-ride Roy had glanced up, to see Havoc watching him watch Ed in the rear-view mirror. A simple narrowing of his eyes made Havoc squirm a little in his seat and clearly focus on the road again.
The car idled loudly as Roy closed the door behind him. "Get some rest," Roy ordered Havoc, who yawned and them chomped down on an unlit cigarette as if it was his lifeline to lucidity. He raised a weary half-salute to Roy, who smacked the top of the car before stepping away to the curb. Ed already had his front door open and was shuffling his boots off inside the foyer.
"I could have sworn," Roy said as he closed the front door behind him. "That I locked this door."
"Clearly your memory's not up to task then," Ed said, watching Roy remove his boots carefully and leave them beside the coat rack.
"If you are still hungry, I'm sure I've got some cold ham in the fridge-" Roy murmured, and then straightened to look over at Ed. Ed was watching him with eyes that no longer seemed sleepy. The look in them woke Roy right up, and he swallowed. It had been a long day, longer than most and it was becoming harder to keep the emotions off of his face.
"I'm starving," Ed said, but he lingered a moment, his eyes on Roy's. Then he found his way to the kitchen and Roy could breathe again.
Roy leaned back against the wall, unhooking his military jacket at the throat. The exhaustion was at war with his common sense, because if Ed kept looking at him like that… he was sawing away merrily at Roy's last fibers of self-control and he really didn't how long he was going to last.
Ed stood in front of the icebox, the door open and the cold light the only light on in the kitchen. There was a warm glow through the window; soon they wouldn't need any artificial light. After a moment's uncertainty Roy shooed him away from the door and collected the ham and the cheese and located the bread in his breadbox. Ed grinned at Roy and seated himself at Roy's neglected breakfast table as Roy bustled around his kitchen in the pre-light of dawn, making cold ham sandwiches.
It was strangely comfortable. Ed sat in silence and although Roy could feel his eyes on him it wasn't unnerving. He heard the chair scrape out but didn't think anything of it until he felt Ed's presence over his shoulder. "Do you need-" Roy started to say, but then Ed wrapped his arms around Roy's waist and rested his chin on his shoulder.
Roy stilled. Ed buried his face into the side of Roy's neck and inhaled, deeply. "Ed?" Roy asked quietly, as Ed lifted his head.
He couldn't see Ed's face easily from this angle, but there was an odd quality to his voice. "You don't smell the same," Ed murmured, his chin still on Roy's shoulder. "Similar, but… not." He sighed against Roy, and then the grip on Roy's waist started to slack as he moved away.
The knife in Roy's hand clattered to the counter as he twisted under Ed's grip, turning around fully to face him. Ed's eyes opened wider in surprise. "To hell with this," Roy said suddenly. Ed released his waist and started to take a step away but Roy grabbed him by the jaw and kissed him.
Ed was startled, tried to jerk his head back but Roy had a good grip on him. After a second Ed's hands dropped back to Roy's waist and drew him closer, gripping him tightly. Roy wasn't quite sure what he was doing, this was Ed, this wasn't who he thought it was but it still felt oddly right.
Roy released Ed's jaw with his hand and Ed was the one who broke the kiss first. He stared into Roy's eyes, both of them breathing hard, their noses scant inches apart as Ed tried to read his expression.
"Roy?" Ed breathed, his fingers digging into Roy's sides. That single syllable held so many questions. Roy closed his eyes, and tilted his head forward so their foreheads touched. Ed gave a little noise of want and kissed him forcefully.
They stumbled together up the stairs, food forgotten on the counter. Ed was unable to take his hands off of Mustang off of… Roy, he couldn't get used to how natural this was. Ed couldn't get enough of him, tongue in his mouth, hands groping around for his hip and ass, shifting aside that ridiculous uniform to feel the hard edges of Roy's body against him.
Roy's eyes were open, watching him, his hands fumbling around Ed, clutching at hip and back and made clumsy by want. Ed knew how sure those hands could be, how calming as they stroked him but right now Roy's hands were shaking. He could see it in Roy's eyes, the way he watched Ed openly that he was recording every movement for use against … what? This world's version of himself? Ed drew his head back and looked at Roy's face, pale plains far more delicate than his own, the ghost of a shadow on his cheeks. He was breathing hard, breathing in Ed's scent and just staring at him.
They were halfway up the stairs, and Ed had stopped to press Roy into the wall. He scraped his teeth along the edge of Roy's jaw as he tilted his head back into the wall, groaning low in his throat. He didn't smell the same; there was a different quality to his scent, something almost … sulfurous.
It was a dangerous smell; Ed knew it far too well. But this wasn't a demonic scent on him, it was ingrained into his flesh. It was an open flame, it was the scent of wood and musk and…
Fire alchemy.
This wasn't his Roy. Just when he thought he could blur the lines in his mind further something would bring Ed back to stark reality. This man moved in ways he didn't recognize. His eyes were the same but they watched him in a different light, their relationship here was so vastly different… Ed drew his head back and looked away, fighting the roughness in his throat.
Roy was watching him intently, and he saw the emotion in Ed's eyes before he closed them. Roy lifted a hand and ran it through Ed's short hair, tugging him closer and kissing him gently. With his eyes closed, maybe the difference wasn't enough-
"Don't think," Roy breathed against his mouth, a quiet plea. "For god's sake, Ed, don't think, please-"
He was straining his body against Ed, fumbling for control while still pressed down against the wall. One hand slipped down into Ed's back pocket instead of down the back of his pants and Roy snarled helplessly, groping Ed through the denim. Their eyes met as they panted together, and then Ed pressed his forehead against Roy's shoulder and laughed.
Roy took that moment and pushed Ed off of him, Ed had gone slack against his body in amusement. There wasn't much room on the stairs and Ed gripped the railing in surprise. "Bed," Roy rasped, his mouth bruised deliciously and Ed, Ed couldn't help but think about that delicious mouth wrapped around him, lips and tongue and hell, even teeth; the want resonated deep in his veins.
The sun had been creeping above the houses on the block and warm yellow squares painted the stairs around them as the early-morning sunlight slanted through the windows of Roy's house. Roy's hand grabbed Ed's shirt, and he pulled, forcefully, almost dragging Ed up the steps behind him. Ed laughed again, grabbed Roy's arm and yanked him back so that Ed could kiss him again. The sunlight made Roy's hair shimmer almost blue, and when they broke apart Ed knew how the sunlight caught his own hair – his Roy could wax poetic for hours about Ed's hair and sunlight if he let him – and Roy just stared at him.
Ed threaded his fingers through Roy's and that seemed to awaken him from his reverie; he tightened his hands over Ed's and pulled him up the remaining stairs toward the bedroom.
Roy wasn't quite sure how this was going to work. Ed kicked the bedroom door shut behind him with a sure foot, amber eyes alight with something beyond description. He'd imagined Fullmetal – Edward – in this situation more times than he cared to admit to himself, he'd examined it from the outside, from every possible angle. Roy kissing Edward, walking him backwards toward the bed, pulling the tie out of his hair-
Ed's eyes were watching him and suddenly Roy felt strangely small. He wanted Ed, Edward – they weren't the same person and yet somehow they were; eyes the same warm gold, utterly alien and completely familiar all at once. Ed crossed the room to him, one hand settled possessively on Roy's hip and it was Roy who was supposed to be in control right now. He kissed so deeply it was as if he was drinking in Ed, drowning in him.
His hands slipped up under Ed's tee shirt, dusty and smelling faintly of smoke. Ed stepped back just a bit, allowed Roy to pull the shirt up over his head and drop it on the ground beside them. Ed shook his head, his hair settling back after the static of the removed shirt had made it stand on end.
The buttons of Roy's dress shirt came next, Ed's fingers sure and quick, somehow not yanking. No buttons came flying free. Roy's shirt didn't quite hit the ground, still tucked in to the back of Roy's trousers but they were both now naked to the waist, their bodies pressed together like they couldn't quite get enough of the sensation.
Careful fingers found the scar tissue on Roy's side, tracing over the old wound gently, following the rise of muscle. Roy slipped out of Ed's grip and shoved him back toward the bed. Ed grinned, an easy open smile, breathing through his mouth as he dropped to Roy's mattress. Roy stood there, looking down at Ed, felt the sweat drip down the back of his neck as he stood between Ed's cocked-wide legs. They said nothing, simply looked at each other as the day grew brighter around them.
Ed with no scars from automail; two firm, muscled shoulders and god, Roy worked out almost daily and didn't have abs like that. Different scars entirely, some thin silvery welts, others more distinct and recognizable – Roy knew a long-healed gunshot wound by sight, and some of those wounds had to have come from a blade – and a strange, dark tattoo on his chest.
If he wanted to get laid, he was going to have to stop thinking, Roy realized, just like he had told Ed in the stairs. Those wolf-like eyes were watching him silently, and he wondered if Ed was replacing him with his Roy…
Ed reached out and captured Roy's arm, his fingers around Roy's wrist. He brought Roy's hand to his face, kissed the palm before twining his fingers with Roy's. Their hands were the same size. Ed pulled Roy closer, wrapped his arms around him, face pressed to Roy's stomach. "We don't have to," he said quietly. "If you'd rather not, I understand-" Ed shifted uncomfortably against the bed and Roy knew how hard he had to be, at least as hard as Roy was-
Since when was it Ed who was supposed to be whispering these platitudes to him-?
Roy put his hands on both of Ed's shoulders and pushed, shoving him backwards onto the bed. Ed's arms were still tight around his waist, and drew Roy with him so that he landed atop of Ed when Ed flumped onto the mattress with a laugh. He let Roy slide free and Roy wormed his hands down between them, finding the snap of Ed's jeans with his hands alone. His eyes on Ed, he slipped his hands into the tight warmth of his underwear until he found what he was looking for and Ed hissed out a breath, his eyes going unfocused for a second as Roy squeezed him.
With Ed suitably distracted Roy got up off of him, off the side of the mattress so he could kneel between Ed's spread legs. He peeled Ed's jeans down off his hips, just far enough to give him the access needed. Ed hung, heavy and solid in Roy's hand, and Roy's fingers were gentle but firm as he stroked him. Ed's legs shifted around Roy, constrained still by the jeans, unable to spread wider for him.
Roy kept Ed pinned with only his mouth. Ed didn't shift upwards to watch him, and the way he twisted as Roy sucked him made Roy think that he was younger than he was, panting to the ceiling until he was on the verge. A heavy hand dropped onto Roy's forehead, shoving his head back sharply. Roy opened his mouth and let Ed slide out, looking up at Ed who had finally struggled into an upright position. "Not yet," Ed breathed hoarsely, bangs stuck to his forehead with sweat, strands coming away at crazy angles. His fingers brushed Roy's cheeks as he stared down at him; and then Ed gripped both of Roy's wrists to tug him up off of his knees. Another quick, shared kiss – Ed seemed delighted to taste himself in Roy's mouth – before Roy had to stagger completely to his feet, out of the uncomfortable position somewhere between kneeling and standing.
His fingers fought at the belt of his military uniform, opening the catch, trying to get free of the tangle of material. Ed helped, yanking his trousers down his body, taking Roy's underwear with them. Roy exhaled in relief as he stepped out of his clothes, completely naked for Ed.
Ed's hands were broad and sure on his hips as he looked up at Roy. He wanted this; it was in his eyes, completely unguarded. He wanted Roy, all of him, right now. They were both thinking of someone else while they stared into each other's eyes, and Roy thought a little dazedly; that's all right, isn't it…?
Ed pulled Roy to him, onto the bed and, while he was off-balance, rolling him over. Roy gave a yelp of surprise to find himself UNDER Ed, but Ed pinned him effectively into the mattress. His jeans were barely staying on his hips and hanging free for Roy's attention to drift toward. And look he did; dark eyes hungry as if he had not just had Ed in his mouth.
The look in Roy's eyes was making Ed's stomach twist into knots. He knew that look; that was the look that said he wanted to take Ed, make him gasp Roy's name into the sheets, made him beg for it. Ed grinned a wicked little grin, his hands on Roy's face, shoulders, flattened on his chest and stomach as he sat back on his heels, and slowly explored Roy's body with his hands.
Same, same, same, they all felt the same. Roy didn't have this data to compare to like Ed did, and for a moment he felt for Roy – and then Ed shook the thought out of his head as his fingers stroked down Roy's length, causing him to jerk against the sheets. Stop thinking.
Ed leaned over Roy, one hand still circling him, stroking him and said in a voice deeper than what Roy had imagined, "I'm going to fuck you."
Roy's expression flattened, the noise caught in his throat sounded suspiciously like a whimper. Ed's hands on him, skin jumping underneath his touch.
They moved together, Roy with his legs spread open wide, in a position that would uncomfortable in other circumstances. Ed had one hand supporting his hips, the other flat on the bed, rocking in to Roy with short, shallow thrusts. Sweat ran down his throat and arms as Roy watched him, then he tilted his head back into the bed, with one hand braced on Ed's thigh as he rocked back against Ed.
Ed had his eyes pressed closed, his jaw tense. He was holding himself back, Roy realized in surprise. He tensed as Ed shifted over him, opened his eyes and grinned down at Roy in such an open way.
Before Roy could put a name to the way that look made him feel Ed shifted again, put both his hands on the mattress and thrust harder and deeper than before and anything resembling coherent thought leaked out of Roy's head with his breath.
Roy woke when a shadow slid off of his face and the afternoon sun crept across his eyes. He growled weakly, throwing an arm over his face and feeling overheated, sticky with sweat and in need of a shower. The air in the room was hot and still, a stale breeze stirring the thin curtains.
He didn't want to move. Hot and sweaty and a little bit sore that he was, he was comfortable. Too many things to worry about once he got out of his bed, too many things he didn't want to think about. Don't think, Ed, for god's sake-
That was when he realized he was alone in his bed. Roy sat up quickly, felt a little dizzy from the heat. Ed looked up from where he was crouched, piece of chalk in his hand. "Did I wake you?"
Roy ran a hand through his hair, spiked strangely with sweat and sleep. He must have the worst bed-head ever. Ed was wearing his jeans and nothing else, barefoot on the hardwood. He'd rolled aside the small area carpet and was drawing a circle on the floor with the chalk he had liberated from Roy's study. "What are you doing to my floor?" Roy rumbled.
It didn't look like any transmutation circle he'd ever seen. The symbols written inside it were completely foreign. "This is my ticket home," Ed said, looking back down at it and making a few finishing touches to the circle.
"What?"
"It's a summoning circle," Ed explained. "I… had a dream about it," he said. He reached over and Roy saw for the first time one that Ed had a dagger laying beside his feet.
Roy wasn't awake enough for this. He stumbled out of his bed, found his trousers in a wrinkled pile kicked half under the bed and tugged them on. Now no longer completely naked, he crossed his arms and scowled at Ed. "Were you just going to leave without saying goodbye?"
"That presumes the fact that this probably isn't going to work," Ed said, taking his knife and slicing open his hand. He touched his bloody hand to the center of the summoning circle and to both of their surprises, it lit blue. "What-"
Then there was a small explosion of smoke. Ed let out a whoop and stumbled backwards, falling on his ass. As the smoke cleared, it became apparent that something had worked right, because Ed's face broke into a huge grin. "Cas, am I glad to see you."
The man standing in the center of the summoning circle gave Roy a peculiar look, before glancing down to Ed with a scowl on his face. "You had to go and piss off a faerie."
"Yeah, well that happens when you try to blow its brains out."
"Nasty, vile creatures," he murmured. "What took you so long?" The man Ed had called Cas smudged a chalk line with his shoe. "I have been waiting for your summons."
"I had to find chalk," Ed said. "And your funky Enochian sigils are fucking hard to draw."
"Who," Roy pointed at Cas. "Is that?"
"Oh," Ed said, getting to his feet finally. He nodded at the stranger. "This is Castiel. He's, uh. An angel."
"An angel."
"Yeah, it's a long story," Ed said. "Cas, this is Colonel Roy Mustang. He let me bum around his place while I was getting sorted out." He held his still-bleeding hand out to Cas. "You got enough angel mojo to maybe do something about this?"
Castiel gave Ed a particularly dour look, and Ed put both hands up in supplication. "Worth a shot, jeez."
"Your brother is worried about you."
"When isn't Al," Ed said, cracking an uncertain grin. He looked at Roy and there was something there behind his eyes again. He covered it with a grin, started to hold out his hand and realized it was the bloody one, so he offered his left hand. "So, uh. Nice meetin' you, Mustang. Hope things work out between you and your Elric."
Roy blinked down at Ed's hand, and then took it. Before he could open his mouth to say anything else, the two of them were gone. Roy looked around the room in confusion, but aside from a smudged chalk circle and a few drops of blood, there was no trace that they had ever been there.
"Why does this sort of shit always happen to me," Ed lamented, as Al tied the bandage tightly around his hand. "Fucking faeries."
"I don't know, but I'm sure you probably did something to deserve it," Al said. Ed shoved his brother in the shoulder and Al rolled his eyes, tossing the emergency medkit into the trunk of the car. He returned with two long-neck bottles of beer from the cooler and handed one off to Ed, who was seated comfortably on the hood of the Impala.
"So what happened with the clurichaun?"
"It doubled back after you disappeared," Al said, as Ed popped the cap from his bottle into the long weeds on the side of the road. Al gave his brother a dirty look and Ed shrugged. "I killed it, and when I couldn't find you took the girl back to her parents. You still hadn't turned up, so I called Cas and he did a quick scour and couldn't turn you up anywhere, so he went dreamwalking."
"Glad he did, I had no clue how I was going to get back."
"Where were you, anyway?"
Ed exhaled, looked up at the dusky sky. Then he shrugged, caught Al's eye and grinned. "No place special."
The heat still hadn't broken, and Roy had given up on military protocol. His jacket hung off the back of his desk chair and the top several buttons of his dress shirt were undone. He had rolled his sleeves up past the elbow and was listlessly skimming a finance report when someone knocked on his office door.
It wasn't so much a knock, as it was Edward kicking the door open. He shoved it closed again with his boot, head turned over his shoulder to shout at Alphonse, presumably. "-a minute!" His long hair was frizzing out with the heat, and coming loose from his braid. The familiar heavy red coat flapped around him, Roy really didn't think he could even exist without it, but he had forgone every other layer except for a sleeveless shirt beneath it. Edward had both his hands shoved in his pockets and gave Roy a look like he could see right through him.
Roy put down his pen and folded his hands in front of his face. "Fullmetal," he rumbled. "Doors aren't just for decoration, you know."
Edward gave a dismissive noise. "Like you're ever doing any real work in here," he snorted. Roy glanced down at the paper covering his desk and raised an eyebrow, and when he had looked up Edward had shuffled before his desk.
"You didn't bring your report from your trip to the West?" he said at Edward's empty hands. The teenager straightened and Roy met his eyes, eyebrow still raised. He was holding himself still, meeting Roy's eye with an achingly familiar expression, and then-
"I need, fuck." Edward shuffled in place. "I can't believe I'm saying this but I need some help with it." He didn't drop his gaze from Roy's but the flush was beginning to creep across his nose. "There was some pretty esoteric fire alchemy that this nutjob used, and I know you have the books I need to check the guy's notes against. So." Swallowed, it took all of Roy's self control not to watch Edward's throat move. "I'm coming over tonight to look through your library," Edward said firmly.
Roy had extended an open invitation to the Elric brothers earlier, weeks, months ago, before this had become that, to come and peruse his personal collection of books on fire alchemy. Edward had never taken him up on it – why would he want to look at Mustang's books, they were probably all pervy anyway – and Roy, heart in his throat … tested.
"So very nice of you to give me some warning," Roy murmured. "What time should I expect you and Alphonse, Fullmetal?"
"Just me," Edward mumbled. "Al is, Al's, fuck he said he was busy, don't know what the fuck he's busy with-" And now Edward couldn't meet his eye any longer but that was okay. Roy had to get his expression under control before Edward looked back up.
"After dinner then?" Roy said. "I'll have to get the stepladder out, otherwise you'll never be able to reach-"
Edward's shriek of indignation and his subsequent kicking of the corner of Roy's desk upset a pile of papers, which fluttered to the ground as he stormed out. He flung the office door open, looked back at Roy a split second and Roy saw in his eyes –
-do you know what I was doing at fifteen, Mustang? –
…and then he kicked the door closed behind him.
Roy sat back in his desk chair, and smiled.
- au: mashup,
- character: alphonse elric,
- character: alphonse elric (mashup),
- character: castiel,
- character: edward elric,
- character: edward elric (mashup),
- character: roy mustang,
- genre: crossover,
- genre: multi-part,
- genre: smut,
- pairing: roy/ed,
- series: fullmetal alchemist,
- series: supernatural,
- wc: under 5000
