NaNo - I Caught Fire (M)
This is for Annie. I don't do enough for you and I apologise for that. But know from the bottom of my heart I do love you, and I will love you forever.
I Caught Fire Mustang/Hughes - FMA
Warnings: Angst, Sap
Never caught my breath. Every second I'm without you I'm a mess.
It happened on a night like this, with the clouds handing low, dark and forboding in the sky as the sun finished setting over the hills. Though his window, nothing but the dark breached the glass. He clicked his fingers, as he was prone to do, and lit the small lamp that waited for the flicker of flame from the simple alchemic reaction. And that's how Roy Mustang was planning to spend his night: here underneath a single flame sighning the papers of the boys deceased in a war that should have ended a long time ago.
Outside he stood, clinging the jacket tighter around him as he saw the lamp light in the window above him. The heavens opened, not that he cared. He only barely jumped with the first crack of lightning. He let it wash away the blood and soak him to the core. From where he was he could see Roy lean back and stretch, the firelight dancing his shadow against the far wall, the only man who would listen to him and believe him now.
He pushed off his jacket, letting it splot at the base of the stairs before his hands pressed against the dark at his kidneys. The rain was cold and soothing and giving him a numb he wouldn't have had before now. The numb he would have wished for when he saw her that evening. How could he have not known?
Each step left a wet booted print on the floor, each time he used the wall to balance himself he left a dark-red smudge against the pale paint. He all but fell into the only lit office in the building, the fire alchemist from his seat and pulling the taller man into his arms in an instant.
"Meas, shit..." Roy smoothed the hair from the older man's eyes. "What happened?"
Hughes lifted his dark eyes to the smaller man and winced.
"Why didn't anyone tell me I was dead?" He asked, swallowing roughly as he lifted a bloodied hand to Roy's eye. He'd known it was wrong that a graze would have left him sightless. The quick movement away from his hand told the investigator everything he needed to know, moreso than the tear running from underneath the patch.
"Gracia's husband..." He began, Roy kissing him to silence him just long enough for the Alchemist to find the words he'd been lost for at both the funeral and his subsequent revival. He hadn't even spoken to the older man outside military reports and the not-so-casual lunches they'd shared in the last five months.
"I loved you," Roy whispered as he finally broke the gentle press, his dark eyes opening the moment he realised they were closed. "I was so alone when you left, and it's worse now that you're right in front of me and I can't talk to you."
The General looked down to the wound, pressing his hand hard against it, only to feel the skin finally heal around his hand. Both men's eyes finally met one another. The confession was all they needed for both of them to heal and so they sat there, in silence, once more learning the other before they even thought to explore.
"You could have told me about Gracia," Hughes whispered, leaning up on his elbows a little better, his clothes clinging wet in all the wrong places. "I don't like seeing her faint," He wasn't about to mention that he'd cut the ourobourous from his kidney himself. Roy barely smiled - more of a smile than anyone else saw - as he pulled Hughes to his feet.
"Don't," Roy warned, his hands, coated in the other's blood, tracing over the features he'd denied even existed again. "Don't talk about her. Be mad at me. I brought you back."
Maes almost laughed, grinning as he shook his head before leaning in to kiss Roy again, surprised to find the smaller man melt into it as quick as he did. "I'm glad you did. I waited for you to tell me. So tell me again."
"I love you."
I Caught Fire Mustang/Hughes - FMA
Warnings: Angst, Sap
Never caught my breath. Every second I'm without you I'm a mess.
It happened on a night like this, with the clouds handing low, dark and forboding in the sky as the sun finished setting over the hills. Though his window, nothing but the dark breached the glass. He clicked his fingers, as he was prone to do, and lit the small lamp that waited for the flicker of flame from the simple alchemic reaction. And that's how Roy Mustang was planning to spend his night: here underneath a single flame sighning the papers of the boys deceased in a war that should have ended a long time ago.
Outside he stood, clinging the jacket tighter around him as he saw the lamp light in the window above him. The heavens opened, not that he cared. He only barely jumped with the first crack of lightning. He let it wash away the blood and soak him to the core. From where he was he could see Roy lean back and stretch, the firelight dancing his shadow against the far wall, the only man who would listen to him and believe him now.
He pushed off his jacket, letting it splot at the base of the stairs before his hands pressed against the dark at his kidneys. The rain was cold and soothing and giving him a numb he wouldn't have had before now. The numb he would have wished for when he saw her that evening. How could he have not known?
Each step left a wet booted print on the floor, each time he used the wall to balance himself he left a dark-red smudge against the pale paint. He all but fell into the only lit office in the building, the fire alchemist from his seat and pulling the taller man into his arms in an instant.
"Meas, shit..." Roy smoothed the hair from the older man's eyes. "What happened?"
Hughes lifted his dark eyes to the smaller man and winced.
"Why didn't anyone tell me I was dead?" He asked, swallowing roughly as he lifted a bloodied hand to Roy's eye. He'd known it was wrong that a graze would have left him sightless. The quick movement away from his hand told the investigator everything he needed to know, moreso than the tear running from underneath the patch.
"Gracia's husband..." He began, Roy kissing him to silence him just long enough for the Alchemist to find the words he'd been lost for at both the funeral and his subsequent revival. He hadn't even spoken to the older man outside military reports and the not-so-casual lunches they'd shared in the last five months.
"I loved you," Roy whispered as he finally broke the gentle press, his dark eyes opening the moment he realised they were closed. "I was so alone when you left, and it's worse now that you're right in front of me and I can't talk to you."
The General looked down to the wound, pressing his hand hard against it, only to feel the skin finally heal around his hand. Both men's eyes finally met one another. The confession was all they needed for both of them to heal and so they sat there, in silence, once more learning the other before they even thought to explore.
"You could have told me about Gracia," Hughes whispered, leaning up on his elbows a little better, his clothes clinging wet in all the wrong places. "I don't like seeing her faint," He wasn't about to mention that he'd cut the ourobourous from his kidney himself. Roy barely smiled - more of a smile than anyone else saw - as he pulled Hughes to his feet.
"Don't," Roy warned, his hands, coated in the other's blood, tracing over the features he'd denied even existed again. "Don't talk about her. Be mad at me. I brought you back."
Maes almost laughed, grinning as he shook his head before leaning in to kiss Roy again, surprised to find the smaller man melt into it as quick as he did. "I'm glad you did. I waited for you to tell me. So tell me again."
"I love you."