The Rest of the Story

A/N: Thanks for the reviews. Again, any prompts anyone would like to see, let me know.

This little update takes place one month after the twins were born.

Black Shirt

It was late when Roy got home, which wasn’t very much of a change except it wasn’t an ungodly hour. Really, it was becoming a very obnoxious pattern he was more than willing to break. The lights were all off downstairs, save for a single one glowing in the library, and it appeared that someone upstairs was awake, as there was a faint glow at the top of the stairs.

Walking down the hall, Roy found Al at the desk, pouring over a book. Though Al was much more patient about it than his brother, neither Elric liked to be disturbed when working on anything. Al glanced up for a moment, Roy merely waving at the teen before he made his way upstairs.

Passing by Al’s bedroom, formerly Ed’s, formerly the guestroom, to the nursery door, Roy quietly turned the knob and pushed the door open. Both of the twins were sound asleep, but as he hadn’t gotten to see his children all day, Roy couldn’t help but make his way inside to look at their tiny, sleeping forms. He gently pulled the thin blanket over his son’s small frame, then moved toward his daughter’s crib, repeating the move and marveling at the amount of hair she still had in comparison to her elder twin.

Leaving the room as silently as he’d entered, Roy walked the rest of the distance down the hall to the bedroom he shared with his husband. It was hard for him to believe that a few months ago, he’d gone to bed every night alone. The door was open just enough to allow Ed to hear the twins if they woke up.

Pressing fingertips to the dark wood, Roy opened the door just enough to step through into his room, only to find Ed standing in front of the closet, pushing up the sleeves of Roy’s black dress shirt. It was strange to see the shirt on the small alchemist, the faintest reminder in the back of Roy’s mind that he’d yelled at women he’d dated for pulling it out to do exactly the same thing. Strangely enough, looking at the blond, his hair loose, his eyes a little tired from a day with the twins, Roy found the sight endearing, if not just a little attractive.

On Roy, that particular shirt covered only the necessary parts if he wore it without anything else, but on Ed, it hung almost to his mismatched knees. Really, Roy though his husband looked incredibly young in the oversized clothing.

“Hello,” Roy finally said after a few minutes of watching the young man. The sound of someone else in the room apparently startled Ed, as he jumped, eyes wide as he looked at the source of the sudden voice.

“You’re late again,” Ed said, the faintest frown on his face.

“I know,” Roy replied as he walked the distance between himself and the smaller alchemist. “I’m sorry.” Taking his hand to gently tilt Ed’s chin upwards, Roy leaned down and kissed the thin, chapped lips.

Methodically, Roy began removing his coat and pants, watching Ed move to the bed out of the corner of his eye.

“So, any new assassination attempts? Death threats?”

“Not at the moment,” Roy answered, unfastening the buckle of his belt.

“You know that I’d kill anyone who hurt you or the twins.”

“Of course I do, because I’d do the same.”

“But, honestly, all of that, the military, everything, seems so far away for me right now.” Ed pulled back the covers to climb in.

“Spending all day here with the twins will probably do that.”

“Mm-hmm.” Ed stretched, pulling the shirt upwards a few lovely inches, then he looked up at Roy, eyes questioning. “What?”

“You look nice, even if you’re about to use my best silk shirt to sleep in.”

“Hey, I still don’t fit into much of my own, and the twins messed up my nightshirt.” Roy smiled at Ed’s claim to the oversized nightshirt. “So I grabbed a shirt you don’t wear that often. Would you rather I just slept naked?”

“Actually…”

Ed’s face turned a very deep red. “Damn it, how long am I going to do that?”

Now dressed only in his white shirt and boxers, Roy approached his young husband. “I think it’s adorable.”

“Adorable?” Ed’s flush changed from embarrassment to anger. “What do you mean adorable? Really, should a seventeen-year-old be adorable? And when I’m thirty, will it be adorable!”

Even as Ed began ranting at Roy’s poor choice of words, Roy could only smile, carding a hand through the long blond hair.

“You see, you’ve lost all respect for me! All fear of me!”

“Not at all. When I’m not technically your commanding officer, I can appreciate your rants more than when I was your colonel.”

“Still my colonel,” Ed said, wrapping his automail arm behind Roy’s neck. “That won’t change even now that you’re my fuhrer.”

Roy wrapped an arm around the small waist. “Possessive thing aren’t you?”

“Damned right.” Ed pulled Roy down for a kiss, this one much more substantial than the little peck the older man had greeted him with.

“You know you look very good in my shirt.”

“I must, because there was no yelling about me wearing your stuff, or possibly ruining it.” Ed smiled cheekily before sitting down on the bed. “I know since the twins have been born, we haven’t been able to… you know. I was wondering, if maybe…”

Roy was pleased with this offer. All regions south were jumping for joy. Between having to care for the twins and rebuild the country, sex just hadn’t happened. Even when there had been the opportunity, Ed had felt uncomfortable with his appearance.

“There is one condition,” Ed said.

“What?” Roy asked, raising an eyebrow inquisitively.

“You have to shut the door,” Ed barely got the word door out of his mouth before Roy had it closed. “and I get to leave the shirt on.”

Roy started to argue, but abruptly halted, seeing the young man on the bed, offering himself willingly, black shirt pooling around his smaller body, blond hair splayed on the pillow. With that image to entice him, Roy would have offered anything in exchange. He also reminded himself that since the birth of the twins, Ed hadn't been entirely comfortable being naked. Knowing this was the only way it would happen and so enticed by the image, Roy made his way back to the bed quickly, crawling between the already parted legs, hands at either side of Ed’s chest.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Ed said with a smile.

Roy lowered himself to his elbows, snaking his hands up to the satiny blond hair, Enjoying the feeling of Ed’s hands at his shoulders, Roy nuzzled into the teen’s neck. As his still-clothed groin rubbed against Ed’s, still beneath the black silk, the smaller man let out a moan.

“Oh, damn, remind me to get silk boxers. That feels,” Roy grinded against Ed again. “Mmm…”

“Are you telling me that you’re not wearing anything under my shirt?” Roy leaned back enough to look down at his husband.

Ed grinned and shook his head. “I’d only just put it on when you came in.”

Roy moved back down, capturing Ed’s lips again, practically devouring them. “You are…” He kissed Ed again. “absolutely…” He moved to the smooth jaw and neck. “perfect.”

“Bullshit.” Ed’s hands scratched down as much of Roy’s back as he could manage. “You just want me to put out.”

“No need to flatter your for that. You’re already doing it beautifully.”

Ed chuckled, doing his best to kiss and attend to Roy’s ear. “Do you want me to turn, or hands and knees?”

Roy’s member definitely liked the phrase hands and knees, but the brain above his waist wanted something else. He shook his head, looking down at Ed. “We’ve managed to do this what four times? And I always had to do it behind you. “I’d like to watch you.”

Ed’s only response was to latch his left hand in Roy’s dark hair, and hook his automail fingers into the band of Roy’s underwear.

They proceeded to grind against one another, all the while struggling to pull Roy’s underwear below the straining erection. Once again, it was obvious Ed didn’t mind Roy topping, and allowing himself to enjoy that fact, Roy didn’t consider why. He just reveled in the sensation of their shirt-covered bodies rubbing against one another, the scent of Ed as he grew more aroused, the feeling of cold metal and flesh as arms and legs encircled him.

“Mmm,” Ed said, “I love this. Love you, too.”

“Love you,” Roy growled into Ed’s ear, rubbing against him again. The young man beneath him arched, automail leg wrapping itself around Roy’s hip. “But, we’re going to need lube.”

“Lube?” Ed said, eyes blank in his lust. “Lube,” he repeated more certainly before reaching into the bedside drawer. He handed the tube to Roy as the older man leaned back on his knees between Ed’s splayed legs. “Don’t take too long. The twin’s won’t be out for long.”

Roy rolled his eyes. “You can kill a mood, you know.”

“I’m just being honest.” He ran his hand over Roy’s leg. “I want this, Roy, and I don’t want it spoiled. So, yes, it has to be fast.” Ed leaned up on his elbows and looked up at Roy. “Please.”

“As fuhrer, who am I to deny the request of one of my subjects?”

Ed rolled his eyes, rubbing his hips against Roy, the black shirt falling open at the younger man’s erect member. “Just do it now, or I’m going to overthrow you.”

Roy laughed, spreading the lube over both hands, his left taking a firm hold of the phallus nestled in the blond curls, his right slowly preparing his younger lover.

“Oh, Roy. It’s been…shit. Too long!”

Roy was already onto the second finger, surprised by how tight Ed once again was from the near month without making love. He watched the small frame arch, blond head thrash back and forth, eyes rolling into the back of his head.

A throaty grown escaped Roy as he thought of being buried inside of his willing husband. A willing husband clad in black silk and seeming to revel in the way the fabric rubbed over his skin.

A third finger inside Ed, Roy knew he couldn’t wait much longer, and apparently, neither could Ed.

“Now. Now!”

Willingly, Roy complied, positioning himself and slowly easing himself inside. There was pain on Ed’s face, and he hesitated. Was this normal? Roy had never gotten to watch the young man’s expressions, not like this. Had he not stretched him enough?

“I’m fine,” Ed said. “It’s been a while.”

Roy nodded, nipping at Ed’s neck, sucking at an earlobe until Ed lifted his legs and pulled Roy deeper inside with a hiss from Ed and a groan from Roy.

It wasn’t long before they set into a steady pace, made love, Roy reveling in the teen’s amazing face, the large gold eyes rolling around in his head, mouth gaping open.

Finally, they both reached their completion, Roy pulling Ed to his side, remaining partially inside.

“I think I ruined your silk shirt,” Ed said, burying his face underneath of Roy’s chin.

“Well worth it."