Five years after the hell of metal and blood, Ed decides that itâs time to find out what kissing tastes like. Al just smiles when Ed announces that heâs going to visit the Colonel, âhave fun, brother, and donât be too wildâ. What a strange thing to say, Ed thinks when he storms into Mustangâs office, slamming the door shut like roaring thunder and striding over to the man with eyes as burnt-out coal, the man with fire on his hands, his smile and goddamn perfect touch and a warmth that Ed intends to steal away. As if anyone could tame him, Ed thinks. Heâs the Fullmetal Alchemist. And then - shit, fuck, he hates it so much when Alâs right.Â
âKiss me.âÂ
His demand has Mustang wide-eyed, stilling. Then, he stands up. Edâs aggression suddenly fades away, he stutters his broken request again, spits it almost like an insult -Â âI waited so long, you bastard, and if youâre not gonna kiss me already, right now, then I swear Iâll fuckinâ -Â â Heâs just going to leave, run away and scream, what a horrible idea this was, heâs an idiot and lovestruck on top of that, oh God -Â
Roy Mustang doesnât tame him. He doesnât cage the pure electricity in Edâs veins, doesnât put chains onto his heart; instead, his soft mouth whispers âFullmetalâ and âfinallyâ against Edâs shivering lips, and the kiss tastes like smoke and the dark, low hum of Mustangâs mouth pressing against his own with heat and gentleness and an adoration that Ed thought heâd never deserve.Â
Goddamn Roy Mustang, the man who doesnât shut him down, the man who sets him free and lets him fly.Â
