Lament
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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
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490
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2
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0
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Lament
AN:// I’m a sucker for angst pairings, and I’ve been listening to angst music all days. So I bring you this not-so-amazing, writing when my eyes are burning Roy/Hughes.
SPOILER FOR EPISODE 25.
Semi tribute to Maes Hughes.
--
“Mommy? Mommy, why are they burying Daddy? Make them stop, Mommy! I don’t want them to bury Daddy!”
My throat was burning, my eyes were watering.
Hughes… was dead.
I could barely believe it… but the tombstone that lay to the side, engraved ‘MAES HUGHES’, made me, forced me to.
All I can remember is the soft brush of his lips on mine before he left on his final mission.
It hurts… so bad, to think that he’s dead.
My comrade…
My best friend…
My lover…
My everything.
As the ceremony finished, and the lights began to dim, I moved towards the still-fresh soil of Hughes’ grave, and broke into heaving sobs, wrapping my arms around the gravestone.
“Hughes…” My vision was blurry, my senses dulled. “You told me that you’d always stay beneath me, help me to the top. You’re fucking beneath me, but you aren’t fucking helping me… How dare you die on me, Hughes. H-how… dare y-y-you…”
I cried until early morning, my grief still not dissipating after all the hours I spend draining myself of salt and water though my tears.
++
“Roy… ROY…”
“Hughes…” I was enthralled by my lover’s form on the desk, my papers scattering over the floor. He was enveloped in ecstasy...
And he looked so stunning.
We came together, in complete harmony, Hughes loud (as per usual) and I much quieter.
We never once got caught – we’d both be in fuckloads of shit if we did. Hughes from his wife, and myself from Riza (she acts so much like she’s mine that it’s hilariously unfunny…)
We simply lay with each other for a moment, enjoying the afterglow of orgasm.
And then, we got up, got dressed, and went back to our normal routine, only to repeat the incident on Hughes’ desk only hours later.
++
I swallow, but it hurts. My throat is dry from the sobs I heaved all night.
I would find out who killed him. I would. Even if it shred me to pieces, I would find out who killed him.
Who took him away from me.
“Colonel Mustang…?”
I don’t look up from my desk. Tears are streaming down my face, and I don’t want anyone to see me like this.
“What is it, Second Lieutenant?” My voice is hoarse, gravelly, and dry.
Jean Havoc is watching me curiously.
“Umm, Colonel… Major Armstrong wants to see you.”
“Tell him to fuck off. I’m not in the mood for him.” I snap. The tears are starting to slow, but my voice is starting to choke into sobs.
I find myself rested in Jean’s arms, my tears soaking his chest.
He stands there, and I vent my sadness out, my throat burning and eyes stinging from the tears and too little sleep.
I slept in the same bed as him that night… and a presence at my back is comforting, but not the same.
--
Havoc left that morning, thinking he’d helped.
In a way, he had.
I know it won’t work.
I know it won’t…
But it will make me feel better to know that I tried.
I draw the circle, poured the ingredients into the center.
I look up at the ceiling, hoping Ed would forgive me.
I get ready to press my hands to the circle, and then do so.
Blinding light… and then something that is definitely not Hughes.
It was his essence… a soulless being.
“What have I done…?”
“Oh, Gods, what have I done?!”
I clicked my fingers, and it was gone in a flurry of heat, leaving nought but ash behind.
And after a moments hesitation and another click, I became the same.
--
BRIDGADIER GENERAL MAES HUGHES
MAY HE REST IN PEACE
-
COLONEL ROY MUSTANG
MAY HE REST IN PEACE
Havoc didn’t mourn for his superior – he smiled upon his grave, and wished him luck.
--
AN // Review, flame, whatever. I know I use too much spacing, but it’s for dramatic effect, I suppose.
Please don’t leave comments along the lines of ‘why did you kill Roy?’
To be quite honest, I don’t know. He’s one of my favorite characters, but it just seemed to tie in with the story.
Yeah, there isn’t going to be any more of this.
PS. There was no implied Roy/Havoc OR Havoc/Roy. At all.
SPOILER FOR EPISODE 25.
Semi tribute to Maes Hughes.
--
“Mommy? Mommy, why are they burying Daddy? Make them stop, Mommy! I don’t want them to bury Daddy!”
My throat was burning, my eyes were watering.
Hughes… was dead.
I could barely believe it… but the tombstone that lay to the side, engraved ‘MAES HUGHES’, made me, forced me to.
All I can remember is the soft brush of his lips on mine before he left on his final mission.
It hurts… so bad, to think that he’s dead.
My comrade…
My best friend…
My lover…
My everything.
As the ceremony finished, and the lights began to dim, I moved towards the still-fresh soil of Hughes’ grave, and broke into heaving sobs, wrapping my arms around the gravestone.
“Hughes…” My vision was blurry, my senses dulled. “You told me that you’d always stay beneath me, help me to the top. You’re fucking beneath me, but you aren’t fucking helping me… How dare you die on me, Hughes. H-how… dare y-y-you…”
I cried until early morning, my grief still not dissipating after all the hours I spend draining myself of salt and water though my tears.
++
“Roy… ROY…”
“Hughes…” I was enthralled by my lover’s form on the desk, my papers scattering over the floor. He was enveloped in ecstasy...
And he looked so stunning.
We came together, in complete harmony, Hughes loud (as per usual) and I much quieter.
We never once got caught – we’d both be in fuckloads of shit if we did. Hughes from his wife, and myself from Riza (she acts so much like she’s mine that it’s hilariously unfunny…)
We simply lay with each other for a moment, enjoying the afterglow of orgasm.
And then, we got up, got dressed, and went back to our normal routine, only to repeat the incident on Hughes’ desk only hours later.
++
I swallow, but it hurts. My throat is dry from the sobs I heaved all night.
I would find out who killed him. I would. Even if it shred me to pieces, I would find out who killed him.
Who took him away from me.
“Colonel Mustang…?”
I don’t look up from my desk. Tears are streaming down my face, and I don’t want anyone to see me like this.
“What is it, Second Lieutenant?” My voice is hoarse, gravelly, and dry.
Jean Havoc is watching me curiously.
“Umm, Colonel… Major Armstrong wants to see you.”
“Tell him to fuck off. I’m not in the mood for him.” I snap. The tears are starting to slow, but my voice is starting to choke into sobs.
I find myself rested in Jean’s arms, my tears soaking his chest.
He stands there, and I vent my sadness out, my throat burning and eyes stinging from the tears and too little sleep.
I slept in the same bed as him that night… and a presence at my back is comforting, but not the same.
--
Havoc left that morning, thinking he’d helped.
In a way, he had.
I know it won’t work.
I know it won’t…
But it will make me feel better to know that I tried.
I draw the circle, poured the ingredients into the center.
I look up at the ceiling, hoping Ed would forgive me.
I get ready to press my hands to the circle, and then do so.
Blinding light… and then something that is definitely not Hughes.
It was his essence… a soulless being.
“What have I done…?”
“Oh, Gods, what have I done?!”
I clicked my fingers, and it was gone in a flurry of heat, leaving nought but ash behind.
And after a moments hesitation and another click, I became the same.
--
BRIDGADIER GENERAL MAES HUGHES
MAY HE REST IN PEACE
-
COLONEL ROY MUSTANG
MAY HE REST IN PEACE
Havoc didn’t mourn for his superior – he smiled upon his grave, and wished him luck.
--
AN // Review, flame, whatever. I know I use too much spacing, but it’s for dramatic effect, I suppose.
Please don’t leave comments along the lines of ‘why did you kill Roy?’
To be quite honest, I don’t know. He’s one of my favorite characters, but it just seemed to tie in with the story.
Yeah, there isn’t going to be any more of this.
PS. There was no implied Roy/Havoc OR Havoc/Roy. At all.