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rapacityinblueTitle: Roy Gets Drunk
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Spoilers: None, entirely AU
Rating: PG for language and two men in the same bed
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Summary: Ed takes Roy up on his invitation, and ends up with more than he bargained for
Word Count: 793
[Previous Chapters]
Not a Date
Roy contemplated the deep amber of his scotch, noting the color change when he held it to the light and looked through the glass versus when he looked down on it from straight above.
Five minutes later, he was tracing knots in the wood of the bar, finger sliding up and around, duck in and around.
He lit the woman down the bar's cigarette for her with a quick snap, and bought her a drink. She giggled and chatted with him for several minutes before remembering a prior appointment, leaving only her phone and office numbers scrawled on the back of some previously important document.
He wasted another five minutes taking careful aim at the dartboard and throwing, incinerating the darts before they embedded themselves in their destination.
That was how Fullmetal found him, pathetically alone, a tiny pile of ash growing steadily higher. The smaller man suggested a real game, and it occurred to Roy that he hadn't thrown darts in – ten years, now? It had hurt too much, since – he'd lost a good darts partner, then.
He could blame his loss on disuse of the skills, which didn't stop Fullmetal from smirking. Yet back at the bar, he found himself plied with another scotch and on the receiving end of a hearty toast from the blond, who was glowing with sportsmanship. Roy wondered who this creature was, and what had been done with his tiny, automailed subordinate.
He felt a hand on his arm and looked up into a pair of concerned gold eyes. “Come on,” Ed said, “let's get out of here, ok?”
Roy shrugged, and gulped down the rest of his scotch before following the blond out.
*
Eventually, it occurred to Roy to wonder why Edward had followed him home.
The blond was in the kitchen now, already having pressed a glass of water into Roy's hands and instructing him to drink it all before he was back with another. Roy could hear the distant clinking of glasses and the sloshing of water – Edward's actions were only identifiable by the vague mutterings Roy caught drifting back to him, “like you haven't washed dishes in fucking months, bastard, probably've been waiting for me...”
Numbly, Roy took another sip of water.
The alcohol caught up with him then and he slapped a hand to lips, feeling the bile rise. He choked it down, leaving a bitter feeling of erosion under his adam's apple. He stumbled into the hallway, resting his head against the wall. The nausea lessened when he felt a something cool, damp against his temple. He opened his eyes and found himself staring into his best dish towel, which Edward had to rise on tiptoe to hold in place.
“I didn't realize you'd drank so much,” Ed murmured, staying close, and Roy heard the accusation that he was careful not to voice. The young man nodded firmly and pulled away, leaving Roy to hold the towel. “Maybe you should lie down, get some rest,” he said, making it more than a suggestion, as he located Roy's bedroom and led the older man there.
“Fullmetal--” Roy caught his arm as the man moved away from the bed. “Please stay?”
The blond, though taken aback, nodded once.
*
Roy woke with a dry, grainy mouth – he felt like he'd been stuffed with cotton, or maybe silk -- ?
Realizing with a sudden jolt that the feeling was actually very physical, he sputtered, spitting long, blond hair violently from his lips. Across the bed, the small body turned away from him with a mumbled complaint. Roy blinked, scraping hair from his mouth and leaning over to shake the other man gently. “Fullmetal.”
Automail, Roy discovered, was sharp, and apparently double jointed. Nursing his kneecap, he reached out, repeating his mistake. “Edward, wake up.”
One gold eye opened and focused, and then the elder Elric was screeching, back-peddling off the bed. Roy felt a similar astonishment, watching as the blond raked his hair back into its customary ponytail. “Well, I had to sleep somewhere!”
For the second time in under twelve hours, Roy remembered exactly how much he'd drunk the night before. He returned to the pillow, blankets finding their way over his head. Edward cut off his rant when he heard Roy's low moan. With a mutter, he clambered back on the bed. “Fine, then I'll talk to you when you're human.”
Roy blinked, cracking an eyelid. “You're still here.”
“You asked me to stay,” Ed muttered.
Roy decided that some things could be dealt with at another time. Giving the smooth strands of blond one last blurry glance, he burrowed back under the covers with a final word.
Back still turned to the general, Ed smiled, shutting his eyes as well. “You're welcome.”
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Spoilers: None, entirely AU
Rating: PG for language and two men in the same bed
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Summary: Ed takes Roy up on his invitation, and ends up with more than he bargained for
Word Count: 793
[Previous Chapters]
Not a Date
Roy contemplated the deep amber of his scotch, noting the color change when he held it to the light and looked through the glass versus when he looked down on it from straight above.
Five minutes later, he was tracing knots in the wood of the bar, finger sliding up and around, duck in and around.
He lit the woman down the bar's cigarette for her with a quick snap, and bought her a drink. She giggled and chatted with him for several minutes before remembering a prior appointment, leaving only her phone and office numbers scrawled on the back of some previously important document.
He wasted another five minutes taking careful aim at the dartboard and throwing, incinerating the darts before they embedded themselves in their destination.
That was how Fullmetal found him, pathetically alone, a tiny pile of ash growing steadily higher. The smaller man suggested a real game, and it occurred to Roy that he hadn't thrown darts in – ten years, now? It had hurt too much, since – he'd lost a good darts partner, then.
He could blame his loss on disuse of the skills, which didn't stop Fullmetal from smirking. Yet back at the bar, he found himself plied with another scotch and on the receiving end of a hearty toast from the blond, who was glowing with sportsmanship. Roy wondered who this creature was, and what had been done with his tiny, automailed subordinate.
He felt a hand on his arm and looked up into a pair of concerned gold eyes. “Come on,” Ed said, “let's get out of here, ok?”
Roy shrugged, and gulped down the rest of his scotch before following the blond out.
Eventually, it occurred to Roy to wonder why Edward had followed him home.
The blond was in the kitchen now, already having pressed a glass of water into Roy's hands and instructing him to drink it all before he was back with another. Roy could hear the distant clinking of glasses and the sloshing of water – Edward's actions were only identifiable by the vague mutterings Roy caught drifting back to him, “like you haven't washed dishes in fucking months, bastard, probably've been waiting for me...”
Numbly, Roy took another sip of water.
The alcohol caught up with him then and he slapped a hand to lips, feeling the bile rise. He choked it down, leaving a bitter feeling of erosion under his adam's apple. He stumbled into the hallway, resting his head against the wall. The nausea lessened when he felt a something cool, damp against his temple. He opened his eyes and found himself staring into his best dish towel, which Edward had to rise on tiptoe to hold in place.
“I didn't realize you'd drank so much,” Ed murmured, staying close, and Roy heard the accusation that he was careful not to voice. The young man nodded firmly and pulled away, leaving Roy to hold the towel. “Maybe you should lie down, get some rest,” he said, making it more than a suggestion, as he located Roy's bedroom and led the older man there.
“Fullmetal--” Roy caught his arm as the man moved away from the bed. “Please stay?”
The blond, though taken aback, nodded once.
Roy woke with a dry, grainy mouth – he felt like he'd been stuffed with cotton, or maybe silk -- ?
Realizing with a sudden jolt that the feeling was actually very physical, he sputtered, spitting long, blond hair violently from his lips. Across the bed, the small body turned away from him with a mumbled complaint. Roy blinked, scraping hair from his mouth and leaning over to shake the other man gently. “Fullmetal.”
Automail, Roy discovered, was sharp, and apparently double jointed. Nursing his kneecap, he reached out, repeating his mistake. “Edward, wake up.”
One gold eye opened and focused, and then the elder Elric was screeching, back-peddling off the bed. Roy felt a similar astonishment, watching as the blond raked his hair back into its customary ponytail. “Well, I had to sleep somewhere!”
For the second time in under twelve hours, Roy remembered exactly how much he'd drunk the night before. He returned to the pillow, blankets finding their way over his head. Edward cut off his rant when he heard Roy's low moan. With a mutter, he clambered back on the bed. “Fine, then I'll talk to you when you're human.”
Roy blinked, cracking an eyelid. “You're still here.”
“You asked me to stay,” Ed muttered.
Roy decided that some things could be dealt with at another time. Giving the smooth strands of blond one last blurry glance, he burrowed back under the covers with a final word.
Back still turned to the general, Ed smiled, shutting his eyes as well. “You're welcome.”