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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Fullmetal_Alchemist
  Relationship:
      Edward_Elric/Roy_Mustang
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent
  Series:
      Part 2 of Magnet_Theory
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-02-04 Words: 420
****** Marrying pain ******
by Kaesteranya
Summary
     They have their reasons for coming together the way they do.
Notes
     The title for this one is taken from the 31 Days theme for July 18,
     2008. Watch out for spoilers.
Edward Elric never lets Roy Mustang fuck him during the day, or under any sort
of light – their coming together is a lesson in fumbling through the shadows of
the evening, in Edward’s breath hissing in and out through his gritted teeth
and Roy trying to figure out where his limbs and every other part of him ought
to go. There is nothing graceful in the way they sleep together, nothing sweet
and nice and light: they fuck to feel a little less empty about being the
State’s Dogs, because fucking Edward is the only way Roy can keep himself from
thinking about the person who can no longer be around to fuck him and, on
Edward’s end, getting fucked by Roy is his way of paying the man back for
things. He trusts the man; it’s twisted, but he trusts him, and Ed has gotten
used to giving himself over to the one person who was willing to give him a
chance when he needed one the most.
 
Whenever his fingers or mouth run over the cool surface of Edward’s automail
limbs, Roy fancies that the metal is alive and breathing, much like Edward’s
skin. He kisses the line where the scars start up and gunmetal gray weaves into
human flesh, keeps his eyes on Edward’s face to gauge the boy’s reaction.
Quivering and silent, with tightly shut eyes and trembling lips – Edward never
cries out, no matter what Roy does to him. Given what the boy has put his body
through, however, Roy is no longer so surprised. The Flame Alchemist takes
Edward by his hips, twisting him unto his belly. Edward breathes under his
fingertips, wincing just once when Roy slips himself inside. Any Alchemist
worth his salt would admire Edward’s body for the abuse he has wreaked upon it,
but only a man as twisted as Roy could possibly get turned on by it.
 
There is never a morning after for the two of them – one of them always gets up
mere minutes after the act. If it is Roy who leaves first, he steps away from a
bed with Edward tangled up in the sheets, heading down to where Riza Hawkeye
waits behind the steering wheel of a running car. If it is Edward who leaves
first, he leaves Roy smoking through a cigarette on the windowsill, to sneak
into a hotel room with Alphonse sitting on the floor in one corner, waiting for
his return. Riza never asks. Edward never answers his brother’s questions.
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