Life\'s True Love

A/N Disclaimer: I own nothing. As far as I know, this will be a one shot yaoi, as if I could honestly write anything else. This is based after the series, Al is human and Ed is still in Amestris with him, as opposed to being in ‘our world’ with Al Heiderich. Roy is with Riza for all you Trekkie addicts, but not on the terms you’d like...do read, for it will be interesting. CHARACTER DEATH ALERT!!! This fic is very angsty and heartbreaking.

Ed stood on the roof of Central Headquarters, staring at the moon. Silver stars, like the ones sliding down his cheeks brightened the velvet colored sky. He had stolen away from the party alone, sure that everyone in the room had heard his heart beating so loud. He bent over slightly to try to catch his breath and stop his chest from burning.

‘So he’s getting married. The nerve of him. Seems like now he’s a Brigadier fucking General, he doesn’t need me. Now that the truth about everything is out, he doesn’t need me. Well, not the truth of everything...

Ed sighed and flexed his auto mail arm. It was going on ten years since he had had the auto mail, and still at times it could be cumbersome. He ached from the wind, from Roy’s betrayal, from the fact that to give Al’s body back still meant the sacrifice of his limbs, but nothing bothered Ed more than his own selfishness. He knew Roy had feelings for Riza long before he and Al ever walked into Central. He couldn’t help though the feelings that evolved from the closeness he shared with the Colonel...excuse me, Brigadier General. The hot sticky summer days spent in Roy’s office, the two of them meeting and talking about the Philosopher’s Stone just to have an excuse to be in the same proximity of one another, as if they needed an excuse.

Hot tears coursed down Ed’s cheeks as he could faintly recall the first kiss Roy ever gave him. It was nearly two years ago, right before Hughes was murdered. Hughes had taken Ed aside one day and whispered something in his ear about finding a birthday card in Roy’s desk drawer. He had assumed it was for Elysia, but upon opening it and reading it, he realized the card was for Edward Elric. Hughes never showed Ed the card, but told him of its contents and how tortured his friend was over the Fullmetal Alchemist. Ed was unbelieving at first until he confronted Roy. It was strange, how Roy went from that regal, I’m-better-than-you-so-don’t-fucking-ever-forget-it look to an oh-God-Ed-knows-and-I’m-so-vulnerable-right-now look. Roy as usual let his actions speak louder than his words and kissed Ed, full on the mouth. The kiss was passionate, though not forceful; lingering, but not intruding. The way Roy kissed Ed was different from the way Winry kissed Ed. Winry’s kisses were chaste, shy, dry, and boring. Roy’s kisses were hot, soft, and addictive. It hurt Ed so deeply that Riza would be the one getting those kisses, those touches, those 5am fucks in the morning that he had come so accustomed to.

Roy was the one who was there when Al got his body back, the one who invited them into his home, even though for awhile Ed felt like he was paying both their shares of the rent by fucking Roy. That all changed, when one day Roy said the magic words.

Edward, I love you.

It was as simple and complex as that. They were happily entangled in bed one morning and Roy’s eyes shined brightly as his smooth fingers played with Ed’s locks. The words were uttered, and Ed felt complete. Roy accepted him. There were no gimmicks, no conditions, no stipulations, just pure, unadulterated love. Roy loved him and his gangly auto mail, which sometimes transmuted in the middle of the night to sharp pointy objects that would stab Roy from time to time. Things were beautiful for awhile, but then changed after Hughes’s death. Roy became slightly withdrawn; but that was to be expected. When Al got his body back, Roy became even more withdrawn. Ed knew he was spending an immense amount of time with Al, but he was too naive to realize the love of his life was slipping away.

Then came the breakup. The pain was unbearable. Ed considered committing suicide, but it wouldn’t be fair to Al. He had just really ‘come back’ and Ed didn’t want to make his brother hate him. There was enough guilt when Al was in the armor. Roy had the audacity to blame their breakup on the fact he wanted children and of course, Ed couldn’t supply him that. The one thing he knew Ed could never give him was his excuse for leaving Ed crying on the floor of the apartment surrounded by broken glass and shattered dreams. They could have adopted a child, stolen a child, hell, created a chimera for all Ed cared. Roy wanted out, and used the lamest reason he could find to do so.

Seeing Roy and Riza made Ed physically ill. Al learned months after the breakup about his brother and Roy’s relationship and offered to go crack Roy’s neck for the Elric honor. Al’s soul was now nicely sequestered in a 6’5 286lb. body, so breaking Roy would have been easier since the B.G. (as subordinates now dubbed him) was smaller, although not much. Ed thanked, but no thanked his brother’s offer. Very few people knew about Roy and Ed’s relationship, and the more Ed thought about it, the more he assumed Roy to be ashamed about it. There was nothing wrong with love, but Roy couldn’t grasp the fact that who he loved was a man. Perhaps the children thing was valid, but not valid enough to end the first real relationship either of them ever had.

“Forgive me.” Ed didn’t need to turn around to tell whose voice that was. They hadn’t spoken unless it was military business for atleast six months now. As far as Ed knew, Al practically disowned Roy and just flat out refused to talk to him. According to Al, it was standard procedure not to consort with the enemy in the ‘You Fucked Nii-san Over’ manual section 5, paragraph 3.

“For?” Ed kept his back turned and wiped his eyes, not about to be caught crying over the bastardized General. He looked down when Roy fell to his knees and caught Ed’s hand and placed it in his soft, thick hair, rocking back and forth.

“Watashi no koibito, please.”

“Don’t call me that. I’m not yours anymore.” Ed’s voice was so cold; it could have frozen hell.

“Onegai...” Roy trailed off and stood. Ed smirked; the man always did give up so easily. His smirk became a frown, and then his frown became a look of horror as Roy went to the edge of the roof and sat down.

“Asshole! Do you realize we are eight stories up?” Ed screamed, rushing over to Roy.

Roy gave Ed a lost look. “Come closer and I’ll push myself off,” he said softly. Ed stopped in his tracks and felt tears well into his eyes. “What do you want me to do, Roy? Huh?!! Do you want me to tell you not to kill yourself? That I love you and need you and want you? Why should I? So you can go make love to that...that...that BITCH?!! Ed screamed, pointing down to where the party was.

The next thing Ed knew, Roy was in his face. “Don’t disrespect Hawkeye. You liked her fine when I wasn’t with her.” Roy mentally cursed himself for his Freudian slip. He saw the hope in Ed’s eyes.

“So you’re still calling her Hawkeye, huh? You don’t love her, you love me you idiot!” Ed’s golden eyes gleamed with satisfaction. Roy found himself smiling. “You always could read me like a book.”

Suddenly, Roy’s lips were on Ed’s. The familiar passion and heat resurfaced almost immediately and the two were soon writhing on the cold rooftop. Roy’s dapper black suit was in a heap on the corner and Ed’s dark blue suit was strewn about as well as the two men found each other again. Ed’s eyes met Roy’s in a loving stare as he climbed on top of his lover and placed to saliva coated fingers in Roy’s now very tight opening. Ed chuckled to himself as he fingered Roy, knowing by Roy’s tightness that this was something Riza had never done. Roy was gyrating on Ed’s fingers, panting for more. The party continued on downstairs, everyone too drunk to know where theirselves were, much less where Ed and Roy were.

Ed watched in amazement at the pleasure that ripped across Roy’s face when he entered him. Roy had screamed shortly and clawed Ed’s back, breaking the skin and possibly scratching the auto mail. Ed made sure to go slowly; he wanted Roy to savor every taste and every stroke. He bent to lick on and play with Roy’s hardened brown nipples, rolling them about his mouth and teeth. Roy arched his back to the point of nearly being able to shoot a bow from it. Ed moved rhythmically within his ex-lover, knowing exactly when to speed up and slow down to torture Roy more. Roy mumbled, murmured, cursed, whined, begged, bargained, and moaned at Ed for his release. Ed took hold of the throbbing; pulsating flesh connected to the man below him and began to stroke, combining long and short strokes to drive Roy over the edge. Ed could feel both of them tighten up and came deeply inside of Roy as Roy himself came, covering his and Ed’s stomachs.

“Leave her.” Ed’s voice spoke before either of them expected. Ed lay on top of Roy, holding him, staring into his face. Roy couldn’t bring himself to meet Ed’s gaze.

“I can’t. She’s three months pregnant.”

Ed quickly got dressed and left Roy alone on the rooftop, no longer caring whether the General jumped to his death or not.


****The Wedding****

Ed told himself he wasn’t going. Al tried to distract him by offering to take him somewhere, but the events of the previous night couldn’t be shaken. Ed’s desire to know if it was the baby that kept Roy there, or was it actual love for Riza? He had to know, for the sake of his own mind. He ignored the impending, seemingly massive weight on his chest and chalked it up to the butterflies and heartburn, all rolled into one. So he, Pinako, Winry, and Al all went to the church at 2:45 for the 3:00 wedding.

“If any one have a reason that this man and this woman should not be united in holy matrimony, may he or she speak now or forever hold their peace.” The preacher announced, staring around the church. Roy and Riza were facing each other and holding each other’s hands, both looking amazing in their respective black suit and tie and white dress with long train. Everyone stared around the church and saw no one oppose the wedding...until a short blonde stood up. Roy’s eyes bulged slightly as Ed quietly pushed past Al and Winry to the aisle and stood there and stared at Riza.

Riza cocked her head to the side and looked concerned. She knew deep down inside Ed was going to tell her about some floozy whore Roy was screwing on the side, and honestly, that could wait until the reception. Ed opened his mouth, but no words came out. “Ed?” Riza asked patiently. She was trying to look good in front of Roy’s people so they wouldn’t think she was insane. Ed placed his hand over his chest and gently patted it, as if he were clearing his throat.

“Ed?” Roy finally questioned. Part of him hoped Ed would ‘rescue’ him, to preach undying love for him and to tell Riza that Roy loved him and only him, not her. He had contemplated the events of the previous night and in his mind chose to be with Ed. He wanted to get things squared away with the baby first, but Roy was ready to come out of the closet and was about to do so when Ed stood up.

Ed placed his hand over his heart and began to turn red. “Oh, God, no!” Al shouted, trying to get out of the pew. It was too late. Ed’s eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he fell down on the red carpet of the church, eyes still open and glassy, staring at the ceiling.

The coroner said that Ed died of congestive heart failure, agitated by a vast amount of stress. It was highly unheard of, but everything about the Elrics was highly unheard of, and it was the same thing Trisha, their mother had died from. Al had remembered that his mother looked and did the exact same thing when she died; being unable to talk and then simply keeling over dead.

Riza gave birth six months later to a boy, which Roy insisted on naming Edward Alphonse Mustang. He and Al later became friends again, but Al never forgave Roy for what he did to his brother. Roy never forgave himself either. He loved Riza, but it was hate compared to the love he had for Ed. Every day, until the day Roy himself died, he would visit Edward’s grave and tell him how much he loved and missed him. And every week, he would place a flowered wreath on Ed’s grave, as well as Trisha’s, since that was supposed to be his mother-in-law. When Roy died, his son found in his hand the faded birthday card that was never given to the Fullmetal Alchemist. Roy left directions to his son to be buried beside Ed, and these final words on his stone:

‘Here lies Roy Mustang, The Flame Alchemist. Husband, Father, General, and Coward. Though I was joined but a short time in life with my true love, The Fullmetal Alchemist, may he and I be joined together always in death.’


>I\'m sorry I killed Ed. But hey, he died in FMA too! Sort of. Anyway, this made me cry, and I wrote it! If you have Louis Bacclov\'s The Grand Duel Parte Prima (the music in Kill Bill when Lucy Liu\'s parents are getting whacked) then listen to it when you read this. It has an awesome effect and makes you cry. I hope you enjoyed this as much as humanly possible. *Brings Roy and Ed back to life* Ok see, they\'re okay....