Faithful

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Faithful

Chapter 2: A New Lover (But Still Not You)

Roy practically purred to the man that was laying in bed next to him, as he reached up to run his fingers through soft, blonde hair.

"Mmm..." the Second Lieutenant hummed sleepily. He was propped on his elbow, looking down into his lover’s obsidian eyes; a cigarette between his lips. Havoc laid a slender hand on Roy’s side, gently stroking the sensitive flesh of his hip with soft fingertips. The affectionate caress sent a small shiver through Mustang's body as he reached up to snatch the cigarette and steal a kiss from Jean's pouting lips.

He traced his tongue over the blonde's lips and Jean parted them, granting entrance. Tongues, and teeth, clashed in a tender, loving manner that any female would find herself rivaling; especially when it was with Roy Mustang. The dark haired man bit at the other’s bottom lip playfully, licking and suckling at it while Jean hummed with joy at the attention.

When Roy broke the kiss he brought his hand up to settle on Jean's cheek, and propped himself on an elbow to look into his lover's striking blue eyes. The blonde's skin was so much softer than any man's had a right to be; and Mustang rubbed at Havoc’s chin with his thumb to appreciate it's fresh shaven smoothness. Nothing like Maes’.

A second later the phone rang and the couple groaned in protest, not wanting to move from the comfort of each others arms. Finally, after a second, Mustang sighed and gave into the phone’s incessant noise.

“Jean...” Roy placed a soft kiss on Jean’s forehead. “...I’ve got to go...” a peck on the bridge of his nose. “...and get the phone...” on the tip of his nose. “...but it will only take a minute.” a sweep of tongue to his lover’s lips. “So stay here and try to get some rest, hmm?” A charming smile to top everything off.

Havoc arched a thin eyebrow and smiled slyly. “Gee, boss, when you put it like that.” He winked and gave his commanding officer a quick peck on the cheek before rolling over and pulling the blanket up to his chin. Jean let out a final yawn and within seconds drifted of into a light slumber. Roy smiled and pet at his subordinate's hair before removing the dark purple comforter from his body and swinging his legs over to step onto the hardwood floor.

The dark haired man pulled on a pair of red, silk pajama pants before he walked into the kitchen of his apartment. Roy shielded his eyes and flipped on the switch, expecting the nearly blinding stream of light that cascaded into the room, enhancing the stark-white walls on all four sides of the kitchen.

He walked the few paces over to the wall with the phone mounted on it and picked up the handle already knowing who was on the other end. Nobody but Hughes would be so persistent as to listen to a ringing telephone for more than five minutes.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Roy, we need to talk.” Maes’ voice was disturbed. He sounded uneasy and a hint of something else Mustang couldn’t distinguish.

Roy scratched at his belly and yawned. “Um, alright, Maes. What’s the problem?”

“Oh, no problem Roy, I just wanted to talk to you. Say, is Jean there? I remember you mentioned you two had a date or something tonight. Is that right?” Hughes said.

“Yeah, yeah, he’s in my bedroom sleeping right now actually.” Mustang felt a pang of guilt and embarrassment spike in his heart. “Why do you ask?”

“No reason really. I mean, he’s not going to be upset that you’re talking to me is he?” Maes snuffed coldly.

The younger man’s eyes widened. Was Maes actually jealous of Jean? No, surely not. After all, wasn’t Hughes the one that reprimanded Mustang for his jealousy issues? Roy cleared his throat in an attempt to swallow any indication of surprise that may have crept in.

“Of course not, Maes.” he said. “Would Gracia get mad knowing that you‘re talking to me?” Roy felt he needed to throw that in. Well, because he didn’t know if Gracia would get upset that Maes and he were talking, especially so late at night, when Hughes should be spending time with his wife. But, no, Roy knew Gracia better than he liked to admit, and he really did like the woman Maes had chosen as his bride.

“No, of course she wouldn’t. Gracia understand that you’re my best friend, Roy. There’s certain things I can talk to only you about.”

Roy made a humming sound in his throat. “I thought so. Don’t worry about Jean, Maes. He gets---”

“I really miss you, Roy." Hughes interjected. It was obvious he was trying not to be too loud for fear of his wife overhearing. “And…I love you, and I need to see you. Tonight. Right now.” The words floating through the phone line was heaven to Mustang’s ears; it was all he dreamed of hearing from Maes since the man married.

Roy’s heart leapt, his head spun, and he could barely form coherent words. What could he say to this man? The man that he truly loved more than anything in his entire existence. Maes was married to a beautiful, loyal, understanding woman; and now he wanted Roy back? It made no sense, it made perfect sense, it wasn’t right, but it felt so damn good. Mustang thought a second, not entirely sure what he was going to say, but he knew he had to say something. ‘Do the right thing, Mustang!” his heart screamed.

“No…Maes. I-I won’t do it.” Roy choked out, feeling the tears welling in his eyes. “I can’t. It…it’s not right. It’s not fair. I love you so much, I really do. But this…that can’t happen again.” The tables had turned, and Roy felt more depressed than he’d ever felt in his life.

“You…you have Gracia, and I have Jean now. We’re doing pretty good for ourselves, aren’t we Maes?” his heart hurt, and his head ached. Roy pressed his forehead to the cold wall and closed his eyes tightly, trying to stop the sting in them. But the tears rolled down his cheeks all the same. He couldn’t’ believe the words coming out of his own mouth, because Hughes was offering him his old life back…their old life back. Even thought Roy knew things could never be the same.


Maes thought about it before replying with a quiet, “Yeah, yeah we are, Roy.” But he knew the actual reason Roy was rejecting him. “I’m sorry, for hurting you. I was such a fool, Mustang. Such a damn fool.” his voice was cracking, but the tears never came. “I do love Gracia, more than my own life. But you…you were my first true love. You showed me something I thought I’d never have, Roy. You gave me all of you, and never asked for anything in return, and God, I loved every fucking minute of the time we spent together.” Hughes let out a dry chuckle, which to Mustang sounded like more of a sob. But still, the tears never came.

“You’ll never know how much I love you.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Maes. I do know how much you love me, I can feel it every time I’m near you, every time we talk, even about stupid shit. I can still feel it. And I will go on feeling it until the day I die” Roy smiled through his tears, knowing every single word he spoke was true. Maes’ love for him was unconditional, it was no longer physically tangible, but it was real; and it was true.

“I just…I don’t know what to do, Roy. I love you, and I love Gracia, and I’m only one man…”

“The best thing you can do right now, is to stay faithful to your wife, Maes. It’s the only thing you can do.” Roy’s brain was screaming at him to give in, to run to Maes and make love to him like they never had before. But his heart overruled his mind this time.

“Then that’s what I’ll do.” Maes said quietly, every ounce of his emotional strength put into five simple words.

“And when you need a friend, and nothing more, you know who to call.”

“Yeah…I-I love you, Roy.” Maes smiled weakly and pressed a kiss into the receiver of the phone.
Roy closed his eyes, imagining the kiss was to his lips, soft and tender, just like they used to be.

“Mmm…me too, Maes.”

“Good-bye…”

“Bye.” and with that, Roy hung up the phone. He faintly heard the footsteps behind him, but when Havoc slipped his arms around Mustang’s waist and held him close, Roy felt safe. He turned to bury his head in the crook of his lover’s neck and sobbed. Jean tried his best to comfort the man, not really knowing why Roy was so upset in the first place.

“Shh…boss, it’s okay.” he stroked at Roy’s dark hair and kissed the top of his head. “Hey, why don’t you come back to bed and we’ll talk about it?”

The Alchemist shook his head slowly and looked up into Jean’s beautiful blue eyes. “N-no. J-just stay with me, right here. Okay?”

Jean kissed Roy’s forehead and smiled gently, the situation finally sinking in. He figured out just who Mustang was talking to, and probably why his lover was sobbing into his neck. “Always.” he said, finally. And he held Roy close, stroking the man’s back with his fingertips, bending to kiss the crown of his head every now and then.

“You’ve got me, boss. I’m no going anywhere.”

Roy reached up and kissed Jean with tear stained lips, knowing it was true. Maes would stay with Gracia, and Roy would stay with Jean; but in both men’s hearts, they would always be faithful to each other.

THE END
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