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twilight_lamentCharacters: Maes Hughes & Roy Mustang
Universe: FMA AU-DV
Rating: PG
Time: WATT (Way After the Travesty)
Warnings: General shmoopiness
Summary: Tiny random oneshots written after brain overload on teh sad.
1.) Bruises
Maes had forgotten how much Roy tossed in his sleep. So after getting elbowed in the ribs twice and once in the eye, he’d retreated to the floor taking the sheet and pillow with him - again. He was too tired to even bother with the couch, much less all the way to the connecting door to his room.
Finally…Sleep.
In the morning he woke up to Roy staring at him with a sleepy blink over the edge of the bed.
“Hughes, you really have to stop rolling into the floor. Can't be comfortable.”
The pillow hit him right in the face.
2.) Rearrange
“I like it better by the window.”
“Fine then you sleep on right side.”
“But then the light hits me right in face the morning.”
“Exactly.”
“….. Okay you win, back wall it is.”
3.) Sexting
[Hey, off work yet?]
[Cleaning up. Shouldn't be long. Everything okay?]
[I need you to do it again.]
[Twice this morning, once before lunch, and once before I went to work, and you need it again?]
[Hughes, I ache.]
[Fine 20 minutes. Got to finish up.]
[15]
[20 - You'll survive.]
[Damn it fine - 20 minutes not 21.]
[See you in 20.]
Eighteen minutes later Maes entered his room and shed his coat before he entered Roy's room through the adjoining door between them. Roy already stood in the middle of the floor in a pair of thin cotton arched back and groaning. Damn it must be bad then. Hughes came up behind him, placed a warm hand on Roy's shoulder.
"Took you long enough." Roy could sound so petulant at times. Maes chuckled and rubbed slow circles on the back of the other man's shoulder.
"Put your arms up." Roy lifted his arm, anticipation tangling in him, tensing him up. He felt Maes' arms twine with his and the heat of Maes' chest sink into his back. He drew in a tight breath, reminding his overly wound up body to be patient. Then he felt Maes tighten up, muscles going taut when he leaned back and took Roy with him. The slow arch of his spine bordered just on pain and took him off of his feet. His body went limp around the hard gasp slipping past his lips - letting gravity take his weight as Hughes held his arms up so very carefully and supported Roy just enough on his chest to keep things from getting painful.
Roy let out a shuddery groan and soft sounds penetrated the air one right after the other. He felt Maes press a kiss to his temple.
"You were in bad shape."
Roy pondered biting out a witty retort, but Maes was here now and no one else had ever been able to crack his back in just the way he needed.
4.) Embrace
When Roy staggered into his room, bottle of whiskey in one hand the weight of the world pressing down his shoulders. Maes didn't even need to ask what had happened. The former Lt. Colonel put his book down and stood up. Roy watched him with a closed expression. Closed to everyone else except him. Maes could see everything in those dark eyes that the rest of the world looked right past. Roy's eyes told him everything that was important and spared the Flame Alchemist from having to voice what he saw as his sins.
"Drink?" Maes shook his head, ignored the surprised and slightly panicked look in his friend's eyes. Instead he came around the bed, took the bottle, set it down on the table and pulled Roy close.
They weren't better yet. The wounds both new and old hadn't healed over but they were getting there as painful as the trip had been and probably would continue to be. The fact that they still spoke would be considered a miracle to some. It was a miracle Maes was thankful for every day since that day.
It had been a long time - years even - since Maes had hugged Mustang. And even now, like then, Maes didn't expect him to breakdown. No he simply carved out a space with his arms where Roy didn't have to be the Flames Alchemist, a Colonel, or a stone cold bastard. At first Roy struggled with it, as he always did, having forgotten - again - that even stone cold bastard Colonels needed shelter. Then he relaxed, curled his arms around Maes's waist, tucked his head against Maes neck and just breathed.
Universe: FMA AU-DV
Rating: PG
Time: WATT (Way After the Travesty)
Warnings: General shmoopiness
Summary: Tiny random oneshots written after brain overload on teh sad.
1.) Bruises
Maes had forgotten how much Roy tossed in his sleep. So after getting elbowed in the ribs twice and once in the eye, he’d retreated to the floor taking the sheet and pillow with him - again. He was too tired to even bother with the couch, much less all the way to the connecting door to his room.
Finally…Sleep.
In the morning he woke up to Roy staring at him with a sleepy blink over the edge of the bed.
“Hughes, you really have to stop rolling into the floor. Can't be comfortable.”
The pillow hit him right in the face.
2.) Rearrange
“I like it better by the window.”
“Fine then you sleep on right side.”
“But then the light hits me right in face the morning.”
“Exactly.”
“….. Okay you win, back wall it is.”
3.) Sexting
[Hey, off work yet?]
[Cleaning up. Shouldn't be long. Everything okay?]
[I need you to do it again.]
[Twice this morning, once before lunch, and once before I went to work, and you need it again?]
[Hughes, I ache.]
[Fine 20 minutes. Got to finish up.]
[15]
[20 - You'll survive.]
[Damn it fine - 20 minutes not 21.]
[See you in 20.]
Eighteen minutes later Maes entered his room and shed his coat before he entered Roy's room through the adjoining door between them. Roy already stood in the middle of the floor in a pair of thin cotton arched back and groaning. Damn it must be bad then. Hughes came up behind him, placed a warm hand on Roy's shoulder.
"Took you long enough." Roy could sound so petulant at times. Maes chuckled and rubbed slow circles on the back of the other man's shoulder.
"Put your arms up." Roy lifted his arm, anticipation tangling in him, tensing him up. He felt Maes' arms twine with his and the heat of Maes' chest sink into his back. He drew in a tight breath, reminding his overly wound up body to be patient. Then he felt Maes tighten up, muscles going taut when he leaned back and took Roy with him. The slow arch of his spine bordered just on pain and took him off of his feet. His body went limp around the hard gasp slipping past his lips - letting gravity take his weight as Hughes held his arms up so very carefully and supported Roy just enough on his chest to keep things from getting painful.
Roy let out a shuddery groan and soft sounds penetrated the air one right after the other. He felt Maes press a kiss to his temple.
"You were in bad shape."
Roy pondered biting out a witty retort, but Maes was here now and no one else had ever been able to crack his back in just the way he needed.
4.) Embrace
When Roy staggered into his room, bottle of whiskey in one hand the weight of the world pressing down his shoulders. Maes didn't even need to ask what had happened. The former Lt. Colonel put his book down and stood up. Roy watched him with a closed expression. Closed to everyone else except him. Maes could see everything in those dark eyes that the rest of the world looked right past. Roy's eyes told him everything that was important and spared the Flame Alchemist from having to voice what he saw as his sins.
"Drink?" Maes shook his head, ignored the surprised and slightly panicked look in his friend's eyes. Instead he came around the bed, took the bottle, set it down on the table and pulled Roy close.
They weren't better yet. The wounds both new and old hadn't healed over but they were getting there as painful as the trip had been and probably would continue to be. The fact that they still spoke would be considered a miracle to some. It was a miracle Maes was thankful for every day since that day.
It had been a long time - years even - since Maes had hugged Mustang. And even now, like then, Maes didn't expect him to breakdown. No he simply carved out a space with his arms where Roy didn't have to be the Flames Alchemist, a Colonel, or a stone cold bastard. At first Roy struggled with it, as he always did, having forgotten - again - that even stone cold bastard Colonels needed shelter. Then he relaxed, curled his arms around Maes's waist, tucked his head against Maes neck and just breathed.