Fic: New Every Morning
Title: New Every Morning
Character(s): Roy/Ed
Rating: G (shounen-ai)
Prompt: 7stages; New Every Morning
Word Count: 1,707
Summary: After waking up in Roy's bedroom, Edward rushes off to Central Command to wait for the colonel. All he gets is a little treat when the man got there, and then some. One thing was sure, that Edward couldn't think straight after that...
Author's Notes: Shounen-ai; contain a pic! And good gate I destroyed Roy's face in it *A* Sequel to the other story I made (Sleepwalk); contains an omake as well!! So enjoy reading! ^__^
New Every Morning
Chartre
He left his house without any traces or whatsoever.
Fullmetal would have been confused waking up on the man’s lap covered in his blanket, that’s for sure. He would leave immediately after realizing what he smelled like-alcohol… did he drink that much? If he had fallen asleep there, what did he do last night?
Hoping it wasn’t anything that seemed to have troubled anybody for a fact, he quickly rose to his feet on the edge of the bed, tossing the blanket off side. Colonel Snores-a-lot mumbled.
Edward looked back at the brunet sleeping sideways on the bed, with no pillow under his head, maybe the man had slept sitting up while he slept on his lap. Surely, he must have been tired after keeping a straight back just so Edward could sleep soundly. What a bother he must have been to him.
Roy shifted to his side, as stray hair fell over his eyes, slightly covering them. In a way, Edward noticed he had a strange way of sleeping.
For instance, Roy always kept one arm straight, and the other curved up near his chin while he slept sideways; his legs were never on top of each other, shown as if he was running or walking, reclined on the bed of course.
Moreover, unlike most people, his mouth was always closed. Edward thought, he wasn’t prone to dreams or nightmares. Still, he snored. Even a bit. Faint.
Well, he snored.
Edward bent over his face and planted his mark on his forehead. He thanked the colonel softly in his ear, pulled the blanket to his torso, and smiled.
Edward left the house without any other visible trace of himself, like he was never there at all.
It was broad daylight, and Edward rushed off to Central Command. Apparently, it was still early, he barely noticed the time after worrying about his presence in the colonel’s bedroom. Despite the worries, he chose to linger in his office.
The captain asked him if he wanted anything; proposing if tea would help him lessen the anticipation she could sense in him. Nevertheless, he refused, in explanation he had enough drinking in his past 24 hours. He saw Riza Hawkeye didn’t intend to know his further reasons, seeing she was busy with the morning work already. At least, there was someone in the office who knew what work was all about…
Time passed, and there was still no man sitting behind the desk. He thought he’d be there by then, but it seemed that spending the night over with him watching over would obviously make him oversleep. Oh well, the man still had time. Edward had time. He only hoped he did.
Edward didn’t bother to wait for the man to wake up either. Consequences were-well, drastic. They would be walking out together to work, and that would obviously cause misunderstanding, hell knows what. So stay in his office, he thought, maybe he’ll come.
Not a good idea.
“Captain, I’ll go ahead. I’ll come by again later.”
Edward ambled out in the courtyard without further word, only keeping thoughts to himself whether the colonel would come to work anymore. Must he have known the consequences too?
Edward sat in front of the trees hovering over the bench he sat on, as he looked up with a tired look in his face. Whatever happened last night, was entirely the colonel’s fault.
Speaking of the devil…
“Fullmetal!” Roy hollered from main gate. Well, he woke up after all.
“C-colonel,” Edward stuttered, holding up a steady salute as he stood up. Roy instructed him to sit back, as he himself reclined beside the boy. “So, how are you feeling now?”
“What?”
“The last time I checked, you had a fever,”
“I did?” blood rose to his cheeks. Roy gave out a slight chuckle, and then leaned over to the boy. Edward winced his eyes tight, his shoulder in a raise he didn’t notice. He felt warm on his forehead.
“Well,” the older man started again. “You still have the flu,” he smiled, pulling his hand back to his side. “We’ll make it better.”
Edward lifted his lids and queried skeptically. “How are you going to do that?” Even if he is the colonel, Edward knew the man was yet also useless to these kinds of situations.
Roy looked around the area. Edward inevitably followed him, looking around for whatever he was looking for; probably something in what Edward knew as pointless and perverted. The colonel looked back at the boy.
“Found what you were looking for?”
Roy swept the boy’s blond bangs from under his forehead like before. Only now, the man leaned over to his face, and surprisingly, left a soft kiss on his forehead.
For once, Roy did not say anything afterwards-not even an insult or comeback-as he rested both his hands on his lap. Moreover, no, he didn’t bother to wipe his mouth.
“Colonel…” Edward muttered under his steady breath. It was warm, he thought for a while, still feeling his kiss above his eyebrows. It felt good and right, somehow, that even just the thought of it came back to his mind repeatedly like a silent broken record.
Just then, he came back to his senses.
“C-colonel!” he stammered. “What was that for?!”
At this exchange, Roy let out an assertive laugh. “I said I’d make it better, didn’t I?” he chortled. For Edward, this didn’t seem like making it better-it seemed more like making him annoyed, all the more uncomfortable. “Well,
“”I’m off. I wouldn’t want the captain to worry about my whereabouts,” he stood up. “Take care of yourself, Fullmetal,” Roy vaguely waved back, and toddled away to the main building. Fullmetal sat in silence, holding his forehead with an unexpected apprehensive look in his face. Whatever the colonel did sure left the boy speechless and dazed.
“Colonel…” he muttered again. Later that afternoon, it was all he could mention to himself as passersby elapse his way with chipper hellos in the corridors.
Evening came, and the left mark on his forehead troubled the boy still. Even while working in the earlier stretches, it seemed to be all he could think about as fellow alchemists questioned about his wellbeing. Edward only thought once if he was spacing out or still unwell. The other thought was of in no topic to drag in his mind though.
Edward stood quaintly by the lamppost, looking down at the countless fireflies rambling around the bushes and grass surrounded in the military headquarters front. Everyone who left has probably seen the boy lurking around silently until night fell.
Edward knew why he was there, but at certain instances, he’d forget why. He’d frequently look back when he heard footsteps on the stairs, but only to find out they were someone else’s. That of course, until it stroke 10 in the evening when he last heard footsteps again. He was pissed.
“Colonel,” he forced himself to salute, feet together and his good arm at his side. He twitched his eyebrow a lot…
“Edward-what are you doing here? I thought you went home hours ago,” Roy looked at his wristwatch. “What’s your business?”
The boy pulled his arm down at his side and bit his lip. I just wanted to see you…
“Sir, I couldn’t find you anywhere, so I opted to stay until you’d leave… but I never thought you’d leave work at this hour…” he muttered his last words. “So I submitted my work to Lieutenant Havoc. I hope it’s nothing that would bother your work.”
There was a sudden spur in moments as Ed felt a sting on his forehead. Now he felt confused. He wondered about that kiss again.
“Alright, then. Let’s get you going,” Roy walked down from the top of the stairs, passed the boy. “What? Sir-wait!” Edward eyed the man from time to time, as they walked side by side. After Roy’s frequent questions, like where the boy lived, Edward seemed feel the kiss fade away by each breath he took. Eventually, he’d forget it all, seeing the colonel did. Eventually, he’d shrug it off.
Eventually, they got to his house.
“So, this is where I leave you?” Roy asked, looking at the two-story house he lived in. Not bad just a young man like him, he thought. “Alright, see you, Fullmetal.” Roy turned back with a subtle wave goodbye.
“Colonel, wait!” Edward shouted again, grabbing his sleeve at a sudden rush in pace. Oh how time flew so fast, and the scatter of events that day just made him feel more unsure of himself with every moment that passed. Edward felt he needed one more…
“Colonel-” he stopped to collect his thoughts. Roy turned and looked down at the boy in silence. It was a good thought he still had a little patience left. A little.
Edward looked up at the colonel with countless expressions on his face, who knows what he wanted from him. Roy on the other hand, already figured as much as possible about the boy’s unusual habits that day. He coughed a sigh and ruffled the boy’s hair. “Just this once, it’s late.”
Hands on cheeks, Roy had him forced to look into his eyes as he leveled face to face. Edward felt his heart skip a beat. Inches away from pressed lips, he’d retrieve what he felt like left his aura earlier then; probably it would finally leave a permanent sign to leave him be.
Just moments it’ll come. Anytime now…
There was silence; no wind, or creatures of the night to sound the moment.
Roy Mustang left with just yet a revival kiss on the forehead after that. Nothing passionate or fiery happened that evening, as Edward only whined, calling out his name as he left with just words:
“Another time, it’s late.”
Fin.
* * * * *
The next day…
Edward: Colonel?
Roy: Hm? *reading newspaper*
Edward: Did I… uhm, say anything the other night?
Roy: Anything?
Edward: You know, anything. The night when you brought me to your house?
Roy: Ohh… that.
Edward: That?
Roy: That.
Edward: What?
Roy: *flips newspaper*
Edward: Colonel!!
Roy: *whistles*
Character(s): Roy/Ed
Rating: G (shounen-ai)
Prompt: 7stages; New Every Morning
Word Count: 1,707
Summary: After waking up in Roy's bedroom, Edward rushes off to Central Command to wait for the colonel. All he gets is a little treat when the man got there, and then some. One thing was sure, that Edward couldn't think straight after that...
Author's Notes: Shounen-ai; contain a pic! And good gate I destroyed Roy's face in it *A* Sequel to the other story I made (Sleepwalk); contains an omake as well!! So enjoy reading! ^__^
New Every Morning
Chartre
He left his house without any traces or whatsoever.
Fullmetal would have been confused waking up on the man’s lap covered in his blanket, that’s for sure. He would leave immediately after realizing what he smelled like-alcohol… did he drink that much? If he had fallen asleep there, what did he do last night?
Hoping it wasn’t anything that seemed to have troubled anybody for a fact, he quickly rose to his feet on the edge of the bed, tossing the blanket off side. Colonel Snores-a-lot mumbled.
Edward looked back at the brunet sleeping sideways on the bed, with no pillow under his head, maybe the man had slept sitting up while he slept on his lap. Surely, he must have been tired after keeping a straight back just so Edward could sleep soundly. What a bother he must have been to him.
Roy shifted to his side, as stray hair fell over his eyes, slightly covering them. In a way, Edward noticed he had a strange way of sleeping.
For instance, Roy always kept one arm straight, and the other curved up near his chin while he slept sideways; his legs were never on top of each other, shown as if he was running or walking, reclined on the bed of course.
Moreover, unlike most people, his mouth was always closed. Edward thought, he wasn’t prone to dreams or nightmares. Still, he snored. Even a bit. Faint.
Well, he snored.
Edward bent over his face and planted his mark on his forehead. He thanked the colonel softly in his ear, pulled the blanket to his torso, and smiled.
Edward left the house without any other visible trace of himself, like he was never there at all.
It was broad daylight, and Edward rushed off to Central Command. Apparently, it was still early, he barely noticed the time after worrying about his presence in the colonel’s bedroom. Despite the worries, he chose to linger in his office.
The captain asked him if he wanted anything; proposing if tea would help him lessen the anticipation she could sense in him. Nevertheless, he refused, in explanation he had enough drinking in his past 24 hours. He saw Riza Hawkeye didn’t intend to know his further reasons, seeing she was busy with the morning work already. At least, there was someone in the office who knew what work was all about…
Time passed, and there was still no man sitting behind the desk. He thought he’d be there by then, but it seemed that spending the night over with him watching over would obviously make him oversleep. Oh well, the man still had time. Edward had time. He only hoped he did.
Edward didn’t bother to wait for the man to wake up either. Consequences were-well, drastic. They would be walking out together to work, and that would obviously cause misunderstanding, hell knows what. So stay in his office, he thought, maybe he’ll come.
Not a good idea.
“Captain, I’ll go ahead. I’ll come by again later.”
Edward ambled out in the courtyard without further word, only keeping thoughts to himself whether the colonel would come to work anymore. Must he have known the consequences too?
Edward sat in front of the trees hovering over the bench he sat on, as he looked up with a tired look in his face. Whatever happened last night, was entirely the colonel’s fault.
Speaking of the devil…
“Fullmetal!” Roy hollered from main gate. Well, he woke up after all.
“C-colonel,” Edward stuttered, holding up a steady salute as he stood up. Roy instructed him to sit back, as he himself reclined beside the boy. “So, how are you feeling now?”
“What?”
“The last time I checked, you had a fever,”
“I did?” blood rose to his cheeks. Roy gave out a slight chuckle, and then leaned over to the boy. Edward winced his eyes tight, his shoulder in a raise he didn’t notice. He felt warm on his forehead.
“Well,” the older man started again. “You still have the flu,” he smiled, pulling his hand back to his side. “We’ll make it better.”
Edward lifted his lids and queried skeptically. “How are you going to do that?” Even if he is the colonel, Edward knew the man was yet also useless to these kinds of situations.
Roy looked around the area. Edward inevitably followed him, looking around for whatever he was looking for; probably something in what Edward knew as pointless and perverted. The colonel looked back at the boy.
“Found what you were looking for?”
Roy swept the boy’s blond bangs from under his forehead like before. Only now, the man leaned over to his face, and surprisingly, left a soft kiss on his forehead.
For once, Roy did not say anything afterwards-not even an insult or comeback-as he rested both his hands on his lap. Moreover, no, he didn’t bother to wipe his mouth.
“Colonel…” Edward muttered under his steady breath. It was warm, he thought for a while, still feeling his kiss above his eyebrows. It felt good and right, somehow, that even just the thought of it came back to his mind repeatedly like a silent broken record.
Just then, he came back to his senses.
“C-colonel!” he stammered. “What was that for?!”
At this exchange, Roy let out an assertive laugh. “I said I’d make it better, didn’t I?” he chortled. For Edward, this didn’t seem like making it better-it seemed more like making him annoyed, all the more uncomfortable. “Well,
“”I’m off. I wouldn’t want the captain to worry about my whereabouts,” he stood up. “Take care of yourself, Fullmetal,” Roy vaguely waved back, and toddled away to the main building. Fullmetal sat in silence, holding his forehead with an unexpected apprehensive look in his face. Whatever the colonel did sure left the boy speechless and dazed.
“Colonel…” he muttered again. Later that afternoon, it was all he could mention to himself as passersby elapse his way with chipper hellos in the corridors.
Evening came, and the left mark on his forehead troubled the boy still. Even while working in the earlier stretches, it seemed to be all he could think about as fellow alchemists questioned about his wellbeing. Edward only thought once if he was spacing out or still unwell. The other thought was of in no topic to drag in his mind though.
Edward stood quaintly by the lamppost, looking down at the countless fireflies rambling around the bushes and grass surrounded in the military headquarters front. Everyone who left has probably seen the boy lurking around silently until night fell.
Edward knew why he was there, but at certain instances, he’d forget why. He’d frequently look back when he heard footsteps on the stairs, but only to find out they were someone else’s. That of course, until it stroke 10 in the evening when he last heard footsteps again. He was pissed.
“Colonel,” he forced himself to salute, feet together and his good arm at his side. He twitched his eyebrow a lot…
“Edward-what are you doing here? I thought you went home hours ago,” Roy looked at his wristwatch. “What’s your business?”
The boy pulled his arm down at his side and bit his lip. I just wanted to see you…
“Sir, I couldn’t find you anywhere, so I opted to stay until you’d leave… but I never thought you’d leave work at this hour…” he muttered his last words. “So I submitted my work to Lieutenant Havoc. I hope it’s nothing that would bother your work.”
There was a sudden spur in moments as Ed felt a sting on his forehead. Now he felt confused. He wondered about that kiss again.
“Alright, then. Let’s get you going,” Roy walked down from the top of the stairs, passed the boy. “What? Sir-wait!” Edward eyed the man from time to time, as they walked side by side. After Roy’s frequent questions, like where the boy lived, Edward seemed feel the kiss fade away by each breath he took. Eventually, he’d forget it all, seeing the colonel did. Eventually, he’d shrug it off.
Eventually, they got to his house.
“So, this is where I leave you?” Roy asked, looking at the two-story house he lived in. Not bad just a young man like him, he thought. “Alright, see you, Fullmetal.” Roy turned back with a subtle wave goodbye.
“Colonel, wait!” Edward shouted again, grabbing his sleeve at a sudden rush in pace. Oh how time flew so fast, and the scatter of events that day just made him feel more unsure of himself with every moment that passed. Edward felt he needed one more…
“Colonel-” he stopped to collect his thoughts. Roy turned and looked down at the boy in silence. It was a good thought he still had a little patience left. A little.
Edward looked up at the colonel with countless expressions on his face, who knows what he wanted from him. Roy on the other hand, already figured as much as possible about the boy’s unusual habits that day. He coughed a sigh and ruffled the boy’s hair. “Just this once, it’s late.”
Hands on cheeks, Roy had him forced to look into his eyes as he leveled face to face. Edward felt his heart skip a beat. Inches away from pressed lips, he’d retrieve what he felt like left his aura earlier then; probably it would finally leave a permanent sign to leave him be.
Just moments it’ll come. Anytime now…
There was silence; no wind, or creatures of the night to sound the moment.
Roy Mustang left with just yet a revival kiss on the forehead after that. Nothing passionate or fiery happened that evening, as Edward only whined, calling out his name as he left with just words:
“Another time, it’s late.”
Fin.
* * * * *
The next day…
Edward: Colonel?
Roy: Hm? *reading newspaper*
Edward: Did I… uhm, say anything the other night?
Roy: Anything?
Edward: You know, anything. The night when you brought me to your house?
Roy: Ohh… that.
Edward: That?
Roy: That.
Edward: What?
Roy: *flips newspaper*
Edward: Colonel!!
Roy: *whistles*