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"Some Other Beginning" (Fullmetal Alchemist, Roy/Al, WIP, 20/45?)
Title: Some Other Beginning
Author: m.jules
Rating: Hard R for the whole thing
Summary: "Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end." Alphonse Elric helps Roy Mustang face life after more tragedy than one man should endure and finds something for himself in the process.
Pairing: mainly Roy/Al, with hints of and references to others. (Including, but not limited to, Ed/Winry, Al/Paninya, Gracia/Maes/Roy/Riza, and Al/Elicia.)
Disclaimer: Arakawa would KILL me. I bow low in supplication.
Author's Notes: This was meant to be "The Story That Proves In-Character Roy/Al Is Possible." Don't know if it worked. For my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
7stages claim, prompt "New every morning."
I am posting one chapter every Sunday night. Previous chapters and related one-shots can be found here.
Thank you to everyone, as always. <3
"Did you have a productive day in town, Alphonse?" Roy's fingers paused on the buttons of his dress shirt as he looked up at Al. The hint of a smile flickered across Al's face as he turned to look at his lover, perched on the edge of the mattress, dress shirt untucked and half unbuttoned, black slacks pooling around his bare feet.
"Hey, Roy," he mused, ignoring Mustang's question and crossing his arms over his bare stomach to calm the fluttering feeling there. His soft pajama pants hung low on his narrow hips and he knew they'd be no disguise if his body started reacting to the sight of Roy and the anticipation of what the evening might hold. Alphonse still wasn't comfortable initiating things with Roy, always afraid he might end up accidentally pushing the man away instead, but Mustang had been very affectionate lately. Al shivered just thinking about it. "Why are you all dressed up?"
Roy canted an amused eye downward at his state of undress and Al fought the urge to roll his eyes. "Okay, why were you all dressed up?"
"Mm, I had to preserve my reputation," Roy grinned slyly as he kicked out of his pants. At Al's pointed look, he bent over and picked the garment up off the floor, obediently handing it to Al to be put in the hamper. "I couldn't let the delivery boys go telling everyone that I've become a slob."
Al arched an eyebrow. "Delivery boys?"
"From the nursery. I ordered some new flowers for the garden. You did say you thought we needed some more, didn't you?" Al blinked, startled, but Roy continued smoothly. "I contacted them soon after you made the suggestion but some of the plants I wanted took a little while to find."
"That's been weeks ago," Al murmured, his mind spinning. "And you haven't even mentioned it."
Roy shrugged. "I thought it might make a nice surprise. I was beginning to worry, though, that they would arrive while we were gone to the wedding. They barely made it as it is."
"Are they outside on the patio? I didn't see them in the house when I came in." Al glanced toward the bedroom door as if he might go see the plants that moment.
"They are," Roy confirmed, though his voice held a peculiar note of command that glued Al's feet to the floor. "But you still haven't told me how your trip to town went. Did you end up with another gift for Winry?"
Al shook his head, grimacing at the memory of the pushy little shopkeeper. "No, I wasn't interested in what he had to offer this time. I think the tools I found last time will be enough."
Roy hummed thoughtfully, then beckoned Al closer. Al stepped between Roy's knees, smiling when Roy's hands came to rest on his hips, long fingers digging into the small of his back. "Not to mention the house you helped build for her, and your brother..." Roy smiled and nuzzled Al's stomach just above his pajama pants. Al gasped, his skin jumping at the ticklish sensation. He felt himself already beginning to respond. "Did you go anywhere else?" Roy's lips moved across Al's belly to nibble at the hipbone jutting out above the soft cloth and Al sucked in a shaky breath.
"Um, I stopped by Gracia's," he murmured, distracted by Roy's caresses. Mustang paused and sat back a little, fingers tightening on Al's hips.
"Oh, yes?"
Al winced. The question was supposed to sound casual but he heard undertones of other things there, guilt and apprehension chief among them. But he couldn't avoid the subject now and he nodded, trying to keep from looking miserable. He knew he'd just talked himself right out of any kind of fun with Roy for the evening. "She said they're coming to the wedding; Elicia's the flower girl."
Roy smiled, though the look was distant and wistful. His hands didn't let go of Al but it was as if he went somewhere... else. Al bit his lip to hold in a sigh and did his best not to fidget away.
"I see," Roy said softly after a long while. Al watched as he seemed to slowly come back to the present, layer by layer, year by year. Al thought suddenly how short a time he'd had any claim on Roy, especially as it compared to the lovers Mustang had lost before him. He felt sad, not only for himself, but for the man in front of him. Building relationships wasn't done in a day but Roy was pushing himself to make up the lost time to Al, even while dealing with his own sorrows. Al's hand came up to stroke through Roy's hair and Roy looked up at him, resting his chin on Al's stomach. "Mm?"
"They're looking forward to seeing you again," Al murmured, really wanting nothing more than to change the subject and knowing it would be unfair of him to do so. Roy, however, seemed to have the same inclination.
"It will be good to see them," he said quickly before releasing Al. "Will you bring me my pajamas, please, Alphonse?"
Al complied, taking Roy's shirt from him as the fabric slid from his shoulders. "I'm kind of excited for you to see the house, too," Al smiled, remembering the bedroom he'd spent so much time on, the one Ed had said could be his. "I haven't told Ed yet that you'll need to share my room, though. Maybe I can move a cot in so it won't be suspicious."
Roy looked up as he tugged his shirt down over his stomach. "You haven't told him yet, I suppose?"
"About us?" Al colored and shook his head. "No. He won't take it well, and Winry would kill me if I made him impotent before the honeymoon."
Roy laughed and pushed himself further back on the mattress, stretching out against the pillows. "I suppose, for Winry's sake, I'll keep my mouth shut about it, then." Roy's eyes twinkled. "Although I have a feeling that once he gets a look at the gift I ordered for him he'll forget about anything else."
"Gift!" Al's jaw dropped. "Oh, hell, I forgot about getting a gift for Brother!"
Roy shook his head. "You can always sign your name to the one I got," he suggested smoothly, though Al thought he heard a note of something anxious under the words. "It's over there." He gestured to the dresser.
Al picked up the box -- it was mysteriously light, almost weightless -- and flipped open the card. Congratulations, Fullmetal, it said. Kind regards, Roy Mustang. Al's eyebrow twitched up. "As if I'd sign my name to something that says 'kind regards,'" he teased. "Besides, I'm scared to death of what you've got in here."
"Open it and see," Roy said with a dismissive wave. Al caught a gleam of something evil in those black eyes and did as he was told. The box opened to reveal a chaotic mass of colorful silk and it took Al several moments to discern that it was several different strips of thick Xingian silk in rich, expensive colors, all embroidered with designs that spoke of power and royalty. Al reached in and ran his fingers over the heavy material, the cool fabric like spring water under his hands.
He pulled out a piece of silk and watched it flutter toward the floor like a blood-red waterfall, gold and black threads twisting through it. "Scarves?" he asked as the long cloth pooled on the floor by his feet, a good length of it still wrapped around his hand. They were gorgeous and very extravagant, the finest silk he'd ever seen and yards of it, but would Ed appreciate the value of them?
"You did tell me you made them a four-posted bed, didn't you?" There was no mistaking the evil in Roy's tone now and Al looked up to see the sly grin on the man's face. "It won't take him too long to figure it out." Roy tilted his head. "At least, I hope not, for Winry's sake."
Al chuckled and folded the red scarf, laying it carefully back in the box with its mates, sure his face was approaching the color of the silk by now. "You're evil," he said to Roy, replacing the lid of the box and setting it down on the dresser again. He fingered the card thoughtfully. The implication of Roy's offer to allow him to sign the card as being from both of them wasn't lost on Al. He wondered how long it would take his brother to figure out what it meant.
"I never claimed to be anything less," Roy quiesced with a serene nod. "Now, we've both had a rather long day and, as I recall, there is a trip ahead of us later in the week. I think a good night's rest is in order."
Al quirked an eyebrow, not missing the glitter of mischief in Roy's eyes. "Ah, yes, but do you think we'll actually get any rest?" he teased, propping his hands on his narrow hips and trying to look stern.
"Oh, I hope not." Roy grinned widely at him and Al felt something inside melt. Roy was trying so hard for him; he only hoped it was becoming easier for the man. Al crossed the room and crawled onto the mattress beside Roy, crouching over the man on his hands and knees.
"Be careful what you wish for," Al warned him, nuzzling under his jaw. "Don't forget who you're dealing with here." He chuckled, the sound vibrating against Roy's skin.
Roy's hand slid up Al's spine, possessive and controlling despite his position beneath Al. "Just go easy on an old man," he responded, his smile audible in his voice. "I'm not as young as I used to be, you know."
Al hummed against Roy's throat as he lapped at the hollow of his collarbone, nipping lightly. He always intended to hold back when Roy initiated these times and always ended up getting a little carried away despite himself. He still showed considerable restraint, he thought, considering how much he wanted Roy and how little he acted on it in comparison. "You're perfect," Al protested, his mind not even registering the words before they were out of his mouth.
Roy pulled Al down and pushed him into the mattress, rolling on top of the younger man and sealing his mouth with a kiss. Al surrendered easily, having learned that Roy did much better if he was in control of their play. When Roy took over it was Al's cue that things were going to turn serious and be carried through to a conclusion. He gave himself up to Roy's kisses, sliding his hand under Roy's shirt and tracing the skin he found there.
Al, who had been forced to communicate with nothing more than his words and his voice for years, unable to show facial expression or really even touch a lot, found himself wanting to say something to tell Roy what he was feeling. Possessiveness, affection, satisfaction -- all these things rolled through him but he didn't know how to say it to Mustang. Not that he could have at the moment, what with Roy's tongue down his throat, but he wanted to tell him. Wanted to mark and seal the act with words. I love you was a little too much for them yet; I like you wasn't nearly enough. When Roy finally broke the kiss, moving down Al's throat with his lips, fingers sliding under the edge of Al's pants, Alphonse clutched at Roy's back and rasped, "I'm happy."
Roy paused and pulled back to look at Al's face. "What did you say?"
"I said I'm happy," Al repeated, smiling, though he felt cool tendrils of nervousness weaving into his stomach. "You make me happy."
A peaceful smile blossomed on Roy's mouth and he kissed the boy lightly. "I'm glad," he said, beginning to slide his hand along Al's hip again. "I"m very glad."
Author: m.jules
Rating: Hard R for the whole thing
Summary: "Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end." Alphonse Elric helps Roy Mustang face life after more tragedy than one man should endure and finds something for himself in the process.
Pairing: mainly Roy/Al, with hints of and references to others. (Including, but not limited to, Ed/Winry, Al/Paninya, Gracia/Maes/Roy/Riza, and Al/Elicia.)
Disclaimer: Arakawa would KILL me. I bow low in supplication.
Author's Notes: This was meant to be "The Story That Proves In-Character Roy/Al Is Possible." Don't know if it worked. For my
7stages claim, prompt "New every morning." I am posting one chapter every Sunday night. Previous chapters and related one-shots can be found here.
Thank you to everyone, as always. <3
"Did you have a productive day in town, Alphonse?" Roy's fingers paused on the buttons of his dress shirt as he looked up at Al. The hint of a smile flickered across Al's face as he turned to look at his lover, perched on the edge of the mattress, dress shirt untucked and half unbuttoned, black slacks pooling around his bare feet.
"Hey, Roy," he mused, ignoring Mustang's question and crossing his arms over his bare stomach to calm the fluttering feeling there. His soft pajama pants hung low on his narrow hips and he knew they'd be no disguise if his body started reacting to the sight of Roy and the anticipation of what the evening might hold. Alphonse still wasn't comfortable initiating things with Roy, always afraid he might end up accidentally pushing the man away instead, but Mustang had been very affectionate lately. Al shivered just thinking about it. "Why are you all dressed up?"
Roy canted an amused eye downward at his state of undress and Al fought the urge to roll his eyes. "Okay, why were you all dressed up?"
"Mm, I had to preserve my reputation," Roy grinned slyly as he kicked out of his pants. At Al's pointed look, he bent over and picked the garment up off the floor, obediently handing it to Al to be put in the hamper. "I couldn't let the delivery boys go telling everyone that I've become a slob."
Al arched an eyebrow. "Delivery boys?"
"From the nursery. I ordered some new flowers for the garden. You did say you thought we needed some more, didn't you?" Al blinked, startled, but Roy continued smoothly. "I contacted them soon after you made the suggestion but some of the plants I wanted took a little while to find."
"That's been weeks ago," Al murmured, his mind spinning. "And you haven't even mentioned it."
Roy shrugged. "I thought it might make a nice surprise. I was beginning to worry, though, that they would arrive while we were gone to the wedding. They barely made it as it is."
"Are they outside on the patio? I didn't see them in the house when I came in." Al glanced toward the bedroom door as if he might go see the plants that moment.
"They are," Roy confirmed, though his voice held a peculiar note of command that glued Al's feet to the floor. "But you still haven't told me how your trip to town went. Did you end up with another gift for Winry?"
Al shook his head, grimacing at the memory of the pushy little shopkeeper. "No, I wasn't interested in what he had to offer this time. I think the tools I found last time will be enough."
Roy hummed thoughtfully, then beckoned Al closer. Al stepped between Roy's knees, smiling when Roy's hands came to rest on his hips, long fingers digging into the small of his back. "Not to mention the house you helped build for her, and your brother..." Roy smiled and nuzzled Al's stomach just above his pajama pants. Al gasped, his skin jumping at the ticklish sensation. He felt himself already beginning to respond. "Did you go anywhere else?" Roy's lips moved across Al's belly to nibble at the hipbone jutting out above the soft cloth and Al sucked in a shaky breath.
"Um, I stopped by Gracia's," he murmured, distracted by Roy's caresses. Mustang paused and sat back a little, fingers tightening on Al's hips.
"Oh, yes?"
Al winced. The question was supposed to sound casual but he heard undertones of other things there, guilt and apprehension chief among them. But he couldn't avoid the subject now and he nodded, trying to keep from looking miserable. He knew he'd just talked himself right out of any kind of fun with Roy for the evening. "She said they're coming to the wedding; Elicia's the flower girl."
Roy smiled, though the look was distant and wistful. His hands didn't let go of Al but it was as if he went somewhere... else. Al bit his lip to hold in a sigh and did his best not to fidget away.
"I see," Roy said softly after a long while. Al watched as he seemed to slowly come back to the present, layer by layer, year by year. Al thought suddenly how short a time he'd had any claim on Roy, especially as it compared to the lovers Mustang had lost before him. He felt sad, not only for himself, but for the man in front of him. Building relationships wasn't done in a day but Roy was pushing himself to make up the lost time to Al, even while dealing with his own sorrows. Al's hand came up to stroke through Roy's hair and Roy looked up at him, resting his chin on Al's stomach. "Mm?"
"They're looking forward to seeing you again," Al murmured, really wanting nothing more than to change the subject and knowing it would be unfair of him to do so. Roy, however, seemed to have the same inclination.
"It will be good to see them," he said quickly before releasing Al. "Will you bring me my pajamas, please, Alphonse?"
Al complied, taking Roy's shirt from him as the fabric slid from his shoulders. "I'm kind of excited for you to see the house, too," Al smiled, remembering the bedroom he'd spent so much time on, the one Ed had said could be his. "I haven't told Ed yet that you'll need to share my room, though. Maybe I can move a cot in so it won't be suspicious."
Roy looked up as he tugged his shirt down over his stomach. "You haven't told him yet, I suppose?"
"About us?" Al colored and shook his head. "No. He won't take it well, and Winry would kill me if I made him impotent before the honeymoon."
Roy laughed and pushed himself further back on the mattress, stretching out against the pillows. "I suppose, for Winry's sake, I'll keep my mouth shut about it, then." Roy's eyes twinkled. "Although I have a feeling that once he gets a look at the gift I ordered for him he'll forget about anything else."
"Gift!" Al's jaw dropped. "Oh, hell, I forgot about getting a gift for Brother!"
Roy shook his head. "You can always sign your name to the one I got," he suggested smoothly, though Al thought he heard a note of something anxious under the words. "It's over there." He gestured to the dresser.
Al picked up the box -- it was mysteriously light, almost weightless -- and flipped open the card. Congratulations, Fullmetal, it said. Kind regards, Roy Mustang. Al's eyebrow twitched up. "As if I'd sign my name to something that says 'kind regards,'" he teased. "Besides, I'm scared to death of what you've got in here."
"Open it and see," Roy said with a dismissive wave. Al caught a gleam of something evil in those black eyes and did as he was told. The box opened to reveal a chaotic mass of colorful silk and it took Al several moments to discern that it was several different strips of thick Xingian silk in rich, expensive colors, all embroidered with designs that spoke of power and royalty. Al reached in and ran his fingers over the heavy material, the cool fabric like spring water under his hands.
He pulled out a piece of silk and watched it flutter toward the floor like a blood-red waterfall, gold and black threads twisting through it. "Scarves?" he asked as the long cloth pooled on the floor by his feet, a good length of it still wrapped around his hand. They were gorgeous and very extravagant, the finest silk he'd ever seen and yards of it, but would Ed appreciate the value of them?
"You did tell me you made them a four-posted bed, didn't you?" There was no mistaking the evil in Roy's tone now and Al looked up to see the sly grin on the man's face. "It won't take him too long to figure it out." Roy tilted his head. "At least, I hope not, for Winry's sake."
Al chuckled and folded the red scarf, laying it carefully back in the box with its mates, sure his face was approaching the color of the silk by now. "You're evil," he said to Roy, replacing the lid of the box and setting it down on the dresser again. He fingered the card thoughtfully. The implication of Roy's offer to allow him to sign the card as being from both of them wasn't lost on Al. He wondered how long it would take his brother to figure out what it meant.
"I never claimed to be anything less," Roy quiesced with a serene nod. "Now, we've both had a rather long day and, as I recall, there is a trip ahead of us later in the week. I think a good night's rest is in order."
Al quirked an eyebrow, not missing the glitter of mischief in Roy's eyes. "Ah, yes, but do you think we'll actually get any rest?" he teased, propping his hands on his narrow hips and trying to look stern.
"Oh, I hope not." Roy grinned widely at him and Al felt something inside melt. Roy was trying so hard for him; he only hoped it was becoming easier for the man. Al crossed the room and crawled onto the mattress beside Roy, crouching over the man on his hands and knees.
"Be careful what you wish for," Al warned him, nuzzling under his jaw. "Don't forget who you're dealing with here." He chuckled, the sound vibrating against Roy's skin.
Roy's hand slid up Al's spine, possessive and controlling despite his position beneath Al. "Just go easy on an old man," he responded, his smile audible in his voice. "I'm not as young as I used to be, you know."
Al hummed against Roy's throat as he lapped at the hollow of his collarbone, nipping lightly. He always intended to hold back when Roy initiated these times and always ended up getting a little carried away despite himself. He still showed considerable restraint, he thought, considering how much he wanted Roy and how little he acted on it in comparison. "You're perfect," Al protested, his mind not even registering the words before they were out of his mouth.
Roy pulled Al down and pushed him into the mattress, rolling on top of the younger man and sealing his mouth with a kiss. Al surrendered easily, having learned that Roy did much better if he was in control of their play. When Roy took over it was Al's cue that things were going to turn serious and be carried through to a conclusion. He gave himself up to Roy's kisses, sliding his hand under Roy's shirt and tracing the skin he found there.
Al, who had been forced to communicate with nothing more than his words and his voice for years, unable to show facial expression or really even touch a lot, found himself wanting to say something to tell Roy what he was feeling. Possessiveness, affection, satisfaction -- all these things rolled through him but he didn't know how to say it to Mustang. Not that he could have at the moment, what with Roy's tongue down his throat, but he wanted to tell him. Wanted to mark and seal the act with words. I love you was a little too much for them yet; I like you wasn't nearly enough. When Roy finally broke the kiss, moving down Al's throat with his lips, fingers sliding under the edge of Al's pants, Alphonse clutched at Roy's back and rasped, "I'm happy."
Roy paused and pulled back to look at Al's face. "What did you say?"
"I said I'm happy," Al repeated, smiling, though he felt cool tendrils of nervousness weaving into his stomach. "You make me happy."
A peaceful smile blossomed on Roy's mouth and he kissed the boy lightly. "I'm glad," he said, beginning to slide his hand along Al's hip again. "I"m very glad."