Trials Vol.1: The Sun Behind the Clouds

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Pinako and Winry stared at the amazing amount of food Maes Hughes had just consumed. Ten sausage links, eight pancakes, and four full glasses of orange juice. Not to mention the endless loaves of cinnamon toast and eggs he had already eaten. And they thought Edward was a pig! Hughes grinned happily at the delicious spread of food, bits of egg stuck in his glasses from eating so voraciously. Pinako leaned into his face and glared at him.

“Save some for Edward and Roy, would you? I’m old and on a budget; I can’t afford any more food!” she snapped, displaying her semi bare cupboards. Hughes smiled again and shook his head. “Stop lying, you old bitty. I gave you a $20 last night! And here’s some extra for putting up with me,” Hughes added, tossing a stack of additional 20’s on the table. Pinako’s eyes bulged at the money as she turned and pushed Winry by the head towards the stove. “What are you doing, you lazy mare?! The man obviously needs more food!” “Yeah,” Hughes added in between mouthfuls, holding up his fork. “More food!”

Rubbing the back of her sore head, Winry set to make more eggs, carrying the pan to the bottom of the steps and screaming for Roy and Ed to get their happy asses up or be starved for the rest of the day. Roy’s eyes snapped open as he felt around in the bed for his lover, who was now missing. All night he was soothed by the warmth of Edward, and the feeling of the small kicks his children gave when he pressed too tightly against Ed’s stomach. He heard the door creak and smiled as Ed came out of the shower, the towel wrapped around his hips. Roy licked his lips at seeing Ed’s breasts in the sunlight.

“Dirty old man,” Ed muttered and adjusted the towel. Roy chuckled. “Now I see your cock,” he said pointing and laughing. Ed turned beet red and shoved on his pants and a sleeveless red v-neck shirt Winry had given him. She told him it should fit better because it had “room for boobies” as she put it. Ed stood and looked into the mirror at how snug his pants fit his hips, the way his breasts stuck out, and how his stomach made him look like he had a small pot belly. Disgusted at how he looked, he sat on the bed and cried. Roy was shocked. He thought Edward looked like the red light special, but obviously Ed didn’t think that way. Leaning over, he took Ed in his arms and wiped his tears.

“Am I ugly?” Ed sobbed, reaching for his hormone pills. One in the morning and one at night, as prescribed by Dr. Faith. Roy shook his head.

“Not in the slightest. In fact, you should know by now you are heads and tails above the rest, mainly because you turned a straight man into a not so straight man,” Roy quipped, kissing Edward’s wet hair.

“No, I meant the fact that instead of being a man with auto-mail, now I’m a woman with auto-mail!” Ed moaned and buried his head into the pillow. “A pregnant woman at that,” Roy added, attempting to lighten the mood. He failed. Edward stared hatefully at him. “Don’t make me injure you,” he said in a harsh tone.

Roy shook his head and wondered how Hughes had put up with Gracia when she was pregnant. ‘She probably wasn’t as much as a bitch as Ed is‘, Roy thought, standing to take his shower.

“Where are you going?” Ed cried out suddenly, taking hold of Roy’s arm. Roy stared at him, irritation all over his face. “To China. Where the fuck do you think I’m going, to take a shower. Is that okay, Full Metal?” Roy asked, instantly regretting using the harsh tone with the emotionally sensitive boy. Edward released him and nodded, turning his head away. Instead of apologizing, Roy nodded back and walked silently into the shower. Ed watched him go into the bathroom and didn’t cry until Roy turned on the shower, because he didn’t want Roy to hear him and scold him for being soft.

Winry walked tiredly up the stairs, her energy drained from being Hughes’ personal chef for the morning. She peeped her head into Ed and Roy’s room and smiled at the red shirt she let Ed borrow. “Ohhh that shirt does wonders for you,” she squealed, running up to him. Ed faced her, his face red and tear-streaked. “Ed, what’s wrong?” Winry asked, concern all over her pretty face. “I think I’m getting on his nerves,” Ed whispered, motioning to the bathroom door.

Winry stood up tall, swelling herself out. “He must want an ass kicking,” she resolved, marching toward the bathroom door. In a flash, Ed was in front of the door, holding both arms out. “No, Win, please. It’s ok,” Ed stammered, his honey colored hair falling in front of his face, covering his pain. Winry frowned and reached to console Ed with a hug. He returned the hug and forced a smile.

“We’ll be down for something to eat soon and then we’ll be out of your way.” he said, clearly wanting Winry to leave. She nodded and smiled. “Make sure you come back after the babies are born; I’ll make them some really nice car seats!” she exclaimed and then walked off, closing the door and talking to herself. Ed found himself smiling for the first time that morning and moved from the door to pack his bag. He heard the bathroom door creak and saw Roy standing there, leaning on the door frame, naked and dripping wet, steam wafting off of his body. Ed coldly eyed him up and down and bent over to finish packing his bag.

Roy walked over to Ed, pressing himself into Ed’s ass and moved some of the damp golden hair off of his neck to place an apologetic kiss on the warm soft flesh and to rub on the ever swollen ass. “May I help you?” Ed asked, clearly unmoved by the soft gesture. Roy murmured sweet nothings in Ed’s ear and reached around to play with the braless breasts, rubbing the sensitive nipples and licking on Ed’s ears. Ed wanted to deny the Colonel himself, to tell him to fuck off, but he couldn\'t stay mad at him longer than a few minutes. Usually he blew off steam by telling Roy what a piece of shit he was, but then again that was before they started fucking, and before the emotional hoopla began.

Roy slipped Ed’s breasts out of the top of the v-neck and started pinching them a little harder as Ed raised his arms and placed them around Roy’s neck. Their lips met in a scorching kiss and for a moment, Roy could taste the tears on Ed’s face and was struck contrite. After the kiss broke, Ed looked up at Roy and smiled evilly. “From this angle, Colonel, I could easily throw you over my shoulder and out of the window,” he said pleasantly. His payback was one of his nipples pinched quite hard and a loud chuckle from Roy. Ed struggled to walk away, but Roy refused to turn him loose. Roy smiled and began kissing Ed’s neck again, his lips sticking on the boy’s flesh.

Ed moaned, feeling tears brim in his eyes. He didn’t want to sleep with Roy right now. His body wanted to be taken, but his mind made him feel disgusting and undesirable, and his anger prompted his mind to contemplate why Roy couldn\'t (or refused to) understand his feelings. He wasn’t some common whore Roy could just conveniently fuck and then treat like a stranger on the street. He finally managed to wrench himself from Roy’s hot kisses and turned to face him. “How could you have forgotten? I’m disgusting, remember? Or are you that hard up that you want to touch me?” Ed asked in a heated tone. Roy just stared at him. “Well?!” Ed demanded pushing Roy’s chest. Roy gave him a cold stare. “The only thing about you that disgusts me is your attitude.” he said in a cold voice.

Ed smirked and fixed his shirt. “Good to know some things never change, despite having sex,” Ed quipped. He turned to walk away, but realized his feet weren’t on the floor anymore! Roy was holding him by each bicep and had picked him up. He hated when people walked away from him. The only person allowed to walk away was Riza, and the one time he didn’t let her walk away, the event ended with a scar on his leg from the bullet wound. Enough said. Riza can go wherever she wants to.

“Put me down, Colonel Asshole!” Edward cried, flailing like a fish out of water. Roy walked over to the bed and dropped him down, smirking as he did so. “Happy now, Full Metal?” he asked in a teasing voice. Edward screamed in anger and humiliation and clapped his hands.

Winry opened the door and gasped to see Roy in a very light uncomfortable sheet of ice. There were little icicles hanging from his hair and eyelashes and the rest of him was thinly encased in ice. Ed was still on the bed, on his knees, his hands clasp together from the transmutation. Roy was visibly shaking, attempting to reach for the matches on the table. Ed had transmutated the water and steam coming off of Roy’s body into a thin sheet of ice, encasing his entire body except for his eyes and nose. “Nooooo,” Winry cried, running over as the Colonel got the matches in his hand. One spark melted all the ice around him. The second spark and Ed was engulfed in flames! “Don’t hurt him!” Winry screamed, lunging forward to beat on the naked Colonel. Snapping his fingers, the flames dissipated, leaving Edward singed and frightened. He knew Roy hated ice, unless Scotch accompanied it. Ed and Roy gave each other death stares as Roy quickly got dressed in fatigues and a wife beater and went down stairs. Winry scratched her head. ‘Damn, Roy looked good naked’ she thought with a laugh and went over to console Ed.

Hughes smiled and rubbed his belly. The country food was better than anything he could eat on base, and honestly better than any of Gracia’s cooking. He heard the telltale click-clack of military boots and knew two things immediately. One, that Roy was coming towards them, and two, he was SUPER pissed. Roy stomped into the kitchen, grabbing eggs, toast, and sausage in his hands, making a poor excuse for a sandwich and sat moodily at the table, chomping and staring at Pinako and Hughes. Pinako smiled and poured Roy a cup of cranberry juice, and wordlessly added a couple of splashes of vodka.

“You look like you could use a drink. All the morning alcoholics are at the pub, but I’m sure you don\'t want to travel down there,” Pinako explained as she set the porcelain cup in front of Roy. He gave a wan smile and gulped down the shot, inhaling his sandwich as well. He hiccupped and patted Hughes on the shoulder. “Let’s go for a run,” he stated, which in code meant “We need to talk alone, now, and fast.” Hughes frowned and motioned to his somewhat swollen belly. Roy stared at him until he smiled and laughed nervously. “Yeah, let’s go run,” he said, wiping his mouth.

“We don’t have to run fast,” Roy offered as he and Hughes went on the porch. Hughes nodded and started to jog, extremely slow. Roy was actually walking faster than Hughes was jogging. Irritated, he pulled his friend behind the auto-mail shed and crouched down on the ground. “Ed and I got into a fight.” Roy stated in a bland and unemotional tone. Hughes scowled. Roy used that same tone when he would talk about situations in Ishbal, and he used that tone to mask the fear, pain, and insecurity he kept inside.

“I take it you did not propose marriage to him yet,” Hughes said, cleaning his glasses on his shirt. Roy sighed and kicked some pebbles away from him. “I take that as a no,” Hughes added cheerfully. Roy glared at him. Sometimes the docile mood of his friend got on his nerves. It was like Maes never got mad, or depressed, or never hated himself. And part of him DEEPLY resented his friend, but yet being around him made him feel calm. It was if he was living vicariously happily through his friend.

Hughes sighed and offered a hand to help Roy up. “It seems like I’m always helping you up out of something,” he said, smiling. He brushed off Roy’s shirt and took Roy by both of his shoulders. “This is what you are going to do. You are going to ride home with Edward, and propose marriage. Tell him you are sorry for every insult, every infraction, and any smidge of discomfort you have ever caused. Lower your pride, and he will adore you for it.” Hughes grinned, restoring some faith in his friend. “Yeah,” Roy said, beginning to smile. “I can do this...I can make Ed love me again!” he declared. Hughes clapped and began swinging his fists playfully at him.

“Who’s the big winner?” he cooed, grinning at the camaraderie. \"Who\'s my champ?\"

“I am!”

“And who are you?”

“Roy Mustang!”

“Who?”

“Colonel Roy Mustang!”

\"Nah, never heard of him.\"

\"I\'M COLONEL ROY FUCKING MUSTANG!\"

“WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO COLONEL ROY FUCKING MUSTANG?”

“PROPOSE TO EDWARD ELRIC!”

\"WHAT?!\'

\"PROPOSE TO EDWARD ELRIC!\"

\"THEN WHY ARE YOU STANDING HERE YELLING AT ME? GO DO IT!\" Hughes screamed, swatting Roy on the behind. Roy ran away screaming military cadences and flailing his arms. Hughes laughed, happy that shouting always managed to get Roy riled up and ready for whatever he needed to be ready for.

“Weirdoes,” Al stated, shaking his head watching the two men in the distance from the second story deck. Dim barked in agreement.