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So my New Year's resolution decision to finish the WIP fics on my flash drive is finally paying off! I have been missing my dear FMA boys, so this was a lovely opportunity to get to hang with them again.

Title: First Anniversary: Paper
Fandom: FMA
Series: Fellowes Mews Manor
Pairing: Ed/Roy
Rating: NC-17 (sex and language)
Word Count: 2,536
Disclaimer: Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Consider yourself flattered, Hiromu Arakawa.
Notes: This fic has been in process for many more months than I'd like to admit. That said, I knew I'd always finish it, because it was written as a present for [ profile] nyagosstar. It was meant to be for her birthday, and then for Christmas, but those are long past, so I suppose now it's just a little February treat to help keep the snow at bay. ♥

Tapping a pen against his chin, Ed paged through the stack of memos before him, pulling out a few for further review. If he’d known before how many papers a day he’d have to sign, he might have cultivated a sloppier signature. The amount of paperwork the Manor generated on a given day was astounding, and he made a mental note to tell the gardeners to plant some more trees. It wasn’t equivalent exchange exactly, but it made him feel less guilty.

A notation caught his eye and Ed frowned, holding up a typed schedule. “This isn’t what I wrote.”

“What?” Roy looked up over his second cup of coffee, neither of which he was supposed to have past eight. He sat in an overstuffed easy chair, looking every bit the man of leisure in his shirtsleeves, even though nothing was further from the truth.

“This isn’t the schedule I wrote up this morning. I specifically indicated the North Wing, not the West. This is ridiculous.” He flicked the paper with a metal finger, shaking his head. “And it’ll be a fucking nightmare to move the guard rotations all over the damn Manor.” Ed sighed. His room rotation schedules were their own sort of scientific genius; he even made up calculations to ensure the randomness of the selection. “What the hell is wrong with Bonnie? She never gets the room assignments mixed up.”

“Don’t blame your secretary for not being able to read your writing,” Roy said, a smile curling around his coffee cup.

“My handwriting is pristine. You’re the one who scrawls like an eight-year-old.”

Roy looked back to the book in his lap. “It’s a poor craftsman who blames his tools, Ed.”

“What are you reading over there, Quotations for Assholes?

“It’s one room assignment for one night. It’s not a big deal.” Roy set down his book, rising to his feet. “It’s been a long day, so for once, just let it go.” He stood behind Ed’s chair, his hands coming to rest on Ed’s shoulders. Ed wanted to shrug him off, but Roy’s thumbs had already started moving in quiet circles into the tense muscles of his neck.

“I know you think I’m paranoid, but I am doing the best I can to keep you safe. And I don’t appreciate my efforts being thwarted by a typo.” Ed paused, his breath hitching as Roy’s fingers slowly loosened a knot behind his left shoulder blade. “You’re right. It’s too late to fix it, so there’s nothing I can do, but you’d better believe Bonnie is hearing all about it in the morning.”

Roy laughed softly, pushing Ed forward a bit in the chair to massage further down his spine. “I have no doubt.”

Ed let out a short groan, closing his eyes. “That feels really good.”

Roy’s warm breath brushed against his ear, his voice soft and low. His fingers slipped around Ed’s collar, investigating the skin over his clavicle. “I can make you feel even better.” Roy’s hand guided Ed’s chin up to his lips, kissing him hard. Roy tasted like roasted coffee, and Ed flicked his tongue against the roof of Roy’s mouth, making Roy groan.

“You want to go upstairs?”

“Fuck, yes.”

He followed Roy up the grand staircase, watching the perfect sway of his ass, and it was all he could do not to tackle him mid-stride. Ed stayed right on his heels all the way to the West Wing, digging around in his pocket for the proper key. Guards were already waiting outside, their faces impassive.

Roy stood by the door, a ridiculous smile on his face. “So, the Library Suite, huh?”

Ed shrugged, shoving the key in the lock. “At least if Bonnie was going to screw this up, she picked a room I like.” Roy started to take a step towards the door, and Ed shoved him back gently, scoffing. “Seriously, we’ve been doing this for a long time now. Me first.”

He always prepared himself before entering a room, hands at the ready. The rooms all had alchemical wards, but Ed insisted on inspecting them before Roy entered. Turning on the light switch, Ed glanced around, about to perform his cursory sweep, when suddenly he gasped.

“What did you do?”

Ed felt his throat tighten, and he heard Roy chuckling from outside the door. “Get in here.”

Roy ducked his head before crossing the threshold, pursing his lips to keep a cocky grin at bay. “What do you think?”

“Roy…you…I don’t even…” Ed stopped, aware he was stammering. He walked over to the new built-in bookcases that now covered each wall, touched the oiled wood with his left hand. He started reading the spines, and pressed his fingers to the gold-embossed leather. “Where the hell…Oh, shit, Roy…” Ed pulled one of the books, holding it up. “This is Mosbey’s Fourth Treatise.” His voice actually wavered slightly. “It’s beyond unavailable. I’ve never even seen a copy of this before. Central Library doesn’t even have one.”

“I decided that you need a decent alchemy library of your own.” Roy hooked his thumbs into his belt loops, looking utterly pleased with himself. “You’d be surprised how much more available things get when you’re the Prime Minister.”

Ed set the book down reverently, and then saw another new object in the room. “Is that a rolling ladder?”

“It is.”

“A fucking rolling ladder.” Ed started to laugh, giving it a little push, watching it slide silently along its track. “This is brilliant. I’ve always wanted one of these.”

“I know. You think I don’t listen to you when you talk, but I do.” Roy grinned. “At least sometimes.”

Ed crossed the space between them, pulling Roy into a tight embrace. “What the hell did you do all this for?”

“It’s our first anniversary.” Ed stared at Roy blankly, and Roy pressed a kiss to Ed’s forehead. “Of living here. A year at Fellowes Mews. I thought it was worth celebrating.”

“It is.” Ed rested his head against Roy’s chest, his arms wrapped comfortably around him. “I didn’t get you anything.”

“Want to know a secret?” Roy’s voice was a whisper.


“I already have everything I want.”

Ed kissed his collarbone with a grin. “Liar.”

“You have to be at least a little bit impressed I managed to do something under my own roof that you weren’t aware of.”

“You’re right. I am a little bit impressed.” Ed tilted his head to kiss Roy, and then changed tack and nipped his lower lip instead. “Fucking sneak.”

Roy’s hands crept up beneath the back of his shirt, his fingers raising gooseflesh over Ed’s spine. “So I guess I should just leave you alone with the Mosbey book, huh? Unless there’s something else you’d rather do?”

Ed grinned, kissing Roy gently this time. “Mosbey’s been waiting a long time. He can wait a little longer.”

“Come to bed.” Roy’s hand slipped around Ed’s right wrist, tugging on his automail.

“I have to check the door,” Ed said, walking back across the room, and then frowned when the handle turned easily. “You forgot to lock it.”

Roy lay sprawled on the bed, which was definitely bigger than the one the room previously contained. “Good thing I have you then.”

“If you took the slightest interest in your own security, you might make my job that much easier, you know?” Ed climbed on the bed, straddling Roy’s hips.

Roy’s mouth turned up lazily, his hair hanging low over his eyes. “I am interested in my own security. That’s why I added extra guards on the schedule tonight, because I knew you’d worry since we changed rooms.”

Ed stared, mouth open. “You added a detail to the West Wing?”

“And perimeter, just for good measure.”

“God, I am so fucking hot for you right now.”

Ed tried to be careful with Roy’s clothes most of the time, but he yanked with perhaps more force than was strictly necessary on the front of Roy’s perfectly tailored shirt, and a mother-of-pearl button sailed through the air. Leaning in to kiss Roy, Ed’s nimble fingers undid the rest of the buttons with a little more restraint. He slid his automail hand down Roy’s chest, grinning as Roy breathed out a moan.

“You got us a new bed.”

“The, ah, center of gravity on the old one wasn’t what it used to be.”

Laughing, Ed ground his hips just slightly against Roy’s, making him squirm. “Are you saying we broke it?”

“It wasn’t exactly broken. More like spent.” Roy’s fingers were busy with Ed’s belt, undoing the buckle and sliding the leather free from his belt loops.

Ed grinned as Roy slipped one hand down Ed’s pants, and he rocked his hips forward to increase the pressure of Roy’s palm on his cock. “Don’t you think we should get naked first?”

Roy hummed lightly against Ed’s throat. “We’ve become very adept at sex with clothes on.”

“I know, but we’re not under your desk at Central right now, so I vote clothes off.”

“Agreed.” Roy shrugged out of his ruined shirt, looking devastatingly good in a white tank and black slacks. He undressed himself lazily, dropping his clothes on the floor with his usual carelessness. Someday, Ed thought briefly, we may not have household staff, and this might require a conversation.

Ed was always naked first, and he lay on his stomach, bare ass facing the ceiling, and watched as Roy slid off his boxers. “I like this bed,” he said, testing the mattress with both hands.

Roy smiled lightly, coming to rest on the bed beside Ed. “I thought you might.” The warmth of Roy’s hand on the small of Ed’s back felt like pure sunlight.

“We might need upgrades in some of the other suites, don’t you think?” Ed pushed himself up, climbing over Roy on hands and knees.

“I’ll have to talk to the Treasury Secretary,” Roy said, shuddering slightly as Ed’s movements brushed their cocks against one another. “God, I miss having sex with you.”

Ed snorted, kissing Roy’s throat. “Considering what you do for a living, we have a lot of sex.”

“Quick sex. Up against the bathroom wall sex.”

Ed shrugged, turning his attention to Roy’s collarbone. “I’m not particular as long as we’re having it.”

“I just mean I miss this.” Roy’s hands stroked patterns on the back of Ed’s neck, making gooseflesh rise on his flesh. “You. Me. A great bed. Lots of time. Maybe some light restraints.”

Ed kissed him, biting his bottom lip hard enough to sting. “If you’d ever take that vacation you keep putting off, we could have that. But meanwhile, I’m naked and hard and pretty anxious to get going, so maybe now’s not the best time to discuss the sex we’re not having and instead, have sex.”

Roy licked his lip, nodding. “You’re right.”

“I’m always right.” Ed laughed, reaching down to palm Roy’s cock. “You’d do well to remember that.”

Roy’s mouth found Ed’s, and all of the banter fell away, leaving just heat and desire. He breathed in Roy’s scent—the expensive soap he liked, combined with the slightest bit of starch from his shirt—and felt the tension of the day lift right out of his skin. There were precious few things that couldn’t be made right with the simple act of Roy’s touch.

It was such a luxury, Ed thought—or at least the small part of Ed’s brain that wasn’t fully engaged in getting fully turned on—to actually have foreplay. They’d perfected the art of the quick fuck; all that mattered was a bit of friction and release. Some days that was all they could get, and on quite a few other lonlier days, well, it was almost like being single all over again.

The joy of being tangled up in Roy actually brought up a delighted laugh out of Ed, and Roy stopped worrying his teeth on the delicate skin of Ed’s neck. “What are you laughing about?”

“We’re making out. How long has it been since we made out? It’s kind of hilarious, don’t you think?” Ed grinned, rocking his hips against Roy’s. “Don’t you remember the first time? I got my automail hand stuck in your hair.”

“Of course I remember.” Roy smoothed his palms over Ed’s face, and Ed leaned into his touch. “I miss that car.”

“We had some hot sex in there.” Ed sighed. “But convertibles aren’t really practical for heads of state.”

Roy nodded solemnly. “I won’t always be Prime Minster.”

“Promise?” Ed grinned as he leaned over to pull open the drawer of the bedside table. “That’s a lot of lube.” He opened one of the bottles and poured some in his hand, warming it between his palms.

“I figured it’s more cost-efficient to order in bulk. There are some things I can’t exactly put on an expense report.” Roy exhaled sharply as Ed’s automail finger slipped inside him. “Shit.”

Ed slid another finger inside, taking great pride in Roy’s hitched breathing. Using his other hand, Ed stroked his own cock, waiting until Roy started to growl at him to just fucking hurry up already.

“I don’t want to rush you,” Ed teased, watching Roy’s expression hover between lust and desperation. “I thought this was foreplay.”

Roy was flushed, his eyes black in the low light. “Foreplay is overrated. Just fuck me.”

Easing himself inside of Roy, Ed gasped at the sudden rush of heat. Roy’s legs drew him in, and Ed reached for Roy’s leaking cock, his slick fingers gliding effortlessly over the skin. He started to move, and for a brief moment he remembered that there had been a time that the body below his was unfamiliar. It seemed unthinkable now; twined together like this, it was impossible to tell which breath was his and which was Roy’s.

Roy started panting, his muscles clenching in ways that made Ed’s body shake. They were lined up perfectly, each stroke hitting Roy’s prostate with practiced ease. “You…are the best fucking lay…ever .”

Ed pushed harder, watching beads of sweat slide down the corded muscle of Roy’s throat. “Come for me.”

Roy’s voice grew ragged, his breathing sharp through his teeth. “Don’t want…it to be over so soon.”

“It’s not like we won’t be going again soon enough.” Ed slid the hand he had wrapped around Roy’s cock just so, pleased by the groan that followed.

Despite Roy’s valiant attempt to stay in control, he barely lasted another thirty seconds, making nothing less than a spectacle of himself. Ed rode out his own orgasm on the bucking waves of Roy’s, hanging on to Roy’s legs like a buoy.

“Holy shit.” Ed grinned, catching his breath as he stared down at Roy’s come-spattered stomach. “You’re so damn gorgeous.”

Roy exhaled deeply, a self-satisfied smile resting on his lips. “So you like your present?”

“I love it.” Ed leaned forward, kissing him hard on the mouth. “In fact, I would like to thank you for it again. Possibly a third time, if you are so inclined.”

Roy let his head fall back, laughing. “You can thank me as many times as you want.”

Title: Blackout
Fandom: FMA
Series: Fellowes Mews Manor
Pairing: Al/Riza
Rating: PG
Word Count: 848
Disclaimer: Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Consider yourself flattered, Hiromu Arakawa.
Notes: This is just a little bit of fluff for my beloved Al/Riza. I don't write them nearly as often as I mean to, but this snowy moment just wanted to be written. Considering how nasty this winter has been, it's a fitting time to post this. Written mostly for me, but thanks to [ profile] nyagosstar for being my mini-beta. ♥♥♥

It was sometime past one in the morning when Al stumbled up the front steps to Riza’s house, nearly slipping on a patch of ice. The porch light wasn’t on; the bulb was probably burned out. He could barely feel his fingers as he fumbled for the keys in his pocket, and his lungs protested every freezing breath. The wind chill was brutal, and he huddled behind the storm door until he finally got the key in the lock.

He shut the door behind him carefully, trying to keep it from slamming. Riza was a very light sleeper, so he tried not to disturb her when he worked a late shift at the hospital. Al set down his bag, surprised that the hall light was turned off. He reached out tentatively, feeling his way through the dark until he found the table and felt for the lamp switch. It took several clicks before he realized the power was out.

Groaning, he shrugged out of his wet coat and boots. He made his way slowly down the short hallway to the living room, the wooden floor cold against his feet. If there was no power, there was no heat, and if there was no heat, Riza would be very cranky. As he entered the living room, he saw a faint flicker coming from the fireplace. The couch had been pushed closer to the hearth, and she lay stretched across the cushions under several blankets. He stepped closer, afraid to wake her. Riza wasn’t the sort of person you wanted to startle at any time, especially when she was sleeping.

He opened his mouth to say her name softly, but before he could make a sound, she sat up suddenly and picked up the fireplace poker from the floor in one smooth movement, pointing it at him.

“Riza! It’s just me!” Al took a few steps back, hands raised.

“Al.” Her gaze focused on him for a moment, blinking slowly. She exhaled, dropping the poker, pulling her arm back under the blankets. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He sat down on the edge of the couch beside her, pressing a kiss to her temple.

She flinched away from him. “Oh my God, you’re freezing.”

“Sorry.” He edged away, feeling doubly guilty. “I’m sorry I woke you.”

“I was only half asleep,” she said, yawning. “Cold in here.”

Al looked up at the fireplace, watching the embers as they flickered and died. “What’s wrong with the fire?”

“The damn wood’s all wet. I was out in the backyard trying to find anything to burn that wasn’t covered with snow. It took me an hour to get something to light; it just kept going out.” She snorted quietly to herself, a smile softening her expression. “Useless as Mustang.”

Al shook his head at the old joke, and then crossed to the fireplace, digging around in his pocket for a piece of chalk. He often thought how useful it was that his profession called for a long coat with lots of pockets; it suited an alchemist perfectly. “Don’t worry. We’ll get this going in no time.”

He knelt to draw an array on the stone in front of the hearth, and after a moment’s pause to study the lines, he activated it. There was no discernable change to the wood itself, but after several moments, the fire took hold. He turned around with a grin, watching as the flames cast a warm light over Riza’s face.

“What did you do?”

“I just took the water out of the wood. No big deal.”

Riza shook her head at him. “Showoff.” She lifted the edge of the blanket, waving him over. “Get under here.”

“Let me warm my hands up first.” Holding his palms out to the fire, he let the waves of heat suffuse his skin, stripping away the cold. When he was satisfied he wouldn’t made Riza flinch again, he shrugged out of his white coat and then climbed onto the couch. He slid under the blankets beside her, laughing as he tried to keep his ass from falling off the cushions. “You sure there’s enough room for me?”

“Honestly.” Riza snorted softly as she rearranged herself, sitting up until she was able to straddle Al’s body, coming to rest on top of him. “We should have bought the bigger couch.” She laid her head on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her. “I’m glad you’re home safe.”

Al exhaled, soaking up Riza’s warm weight against him. “Me too.”

She sighed, and he felt the gentle puff of air across his skin. “Can we just sleep until spring?”

“We could get a cave. Hibernate like bears.” Al grinned, smoothing a hand over her hair.

“They’d never find us.”

“Oh, they’d find us. There’s no place on earth that Roy and Ed wouldn’t find us.”

“True enough.” Riza patted his chest gently. “We might get a few days, though.”

The fire crackled pleasantly, sending up tiny sparks into the darkness of their living room. Al breathed Riza in, and fell asleep inside her arms.

on 2011-02-10 07:12 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]

Okay, let's start with the first one. Oh Roy, you sneaky bastard, how I love you. Seriously. Right under Ed's nose! This is priceless.

Ed stared, mouth open. “You added a detail to the West Wing?”

“And perimeter, just for good measure.”

“God, I am so fucking hot for you right now.”


Someday, Ed thought briefly, we may not have household staff, and this might require a conversation.

<3 <3 <3

and then, for added bonus, there's Al and Riza who are SUCH LOVE. Seriously, they're so freaking adorable, I can't STAND it. It makes me go all CAPS!

Riza wasn’t the sort of person you wanted to startle at any time, especially when she was sleeping. I feel like this could be said about so many people Al has surrounded himself with.

And they should totally get a bigger couch. Or better yet, Ed should buy them a bigger couch. He owes them that at the very least. :)

on 2011-02-12 04:33 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Yay!! I'm so glad you liked these. ♥ Roy is such a sneaky bastard, but I love that he gets to do something nice for Ed. It's not always easy to do anything for Ed, nice or not, because he's too busy trying to fix the whole world. :3

Oh,'re right, he has surrounded himself by a lot of people who you don't want to startle. And you're right, they do need a bigger couch! I think of Riza being the sort of person who hoards her money, and makes do rather than buy herself things. Al will have to help ease her out of this habit! Thank you for your lovely comments and super awesome writing support, bb!

on 2011-02-10 07:15 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
HOORAY!! These are both fantastic! Roy and Ed are super hot and so cute, and Al and Riza are just adorable, even the near-attack with the poker. Yay Fellowes Mews!!

on 2011-02-12 04:50 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Thank you so much! I'm glad the hot worked...I am afraid I haven't written the smex in awhile, and I was nervous I'd lost my mojo. XD Thank you for commenting, as always! ♥

on 2011-02-12 04:54 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
XD I worry about that sometimes too. But yes, definitely hot.

on 2011-02-14 01:41 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
:D I'm glad it's not just me who worries about these things. ♥

on 2011-02-10 08:28 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
I agree with all of these two comments! Poker attack was hilarious.

I will add:

“What are you reading over there, Quotations for Assholes?”

and also Ed getting sex-hazed over the rolling ladder and out of print books. Seriously, a library with a bed in it - could Roy have done any better than this? Hot, witty and sweet. HOORAH.

I'm not sure I've commented before on your Fellowes Mews stuff? I should, I am bad. I love it all. ♥

on 2011-02-12 04:55 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Thank you so much for your lovely comments!! I get a little swoony over rolling ladders myself, so this fic was fun to write. I was quite proud of Roy for creating the perfect den of love for Ed. :3 "Hot, witty and sweet." *blushes*

I'm so glad you like the Fellowes Mews fics! Ed and Roy will let me wander into other fandoms but they always seem to pull me back. Thanks again for commenting and making me feel shiny.

on 2011-02-10 10:14 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
You would not believe how pathetically happy it makes me when you post something. Thanks for making my day.

on 2011-02-12 04:57 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Aw! Your comment totally made my day. ♥ Seriously, nothing makes me happier than knowing someone read my fic and enjoyed it. Thank you so much for saying so! :3

on 2011-02-11 03:28 am (UTC)
amethyst_koneko: kitty Ed is love! (Default)
Posted by [personal profile] amethyst_koneko
\o/ I don't know which of us was happier - me for getting some rare EdRoy or Ed for getting a library full of rare books! XD Either way, it was win all the way around! ;)

on 2011-02-12 05:00 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
*grins* Yay for books and EdRoy! It was really fun thinking about exactly the kind of room that would suit Ed, and Roy clearly had a lot of fun snooping around behind his back. Thank you so much for commenting...I'm so glad you enjoyed the fic!

on 2011-02-11 09:19 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
"But meanwhile, I’m naked and hard and pretty anxious to get going, so maybe now’s not the best time to discuss the sex we’re not having and instead, have sex."

Man, I love Ed. Always so to the point. XD

on 2011-02-12 05:03 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
XD I swear sometimes I don't know where these lines come from. I love writing from Ed's pov because he is so quick and he tells it exactly like it is. He always makes me laugh, and he always makes me write unexpectedly dirty things. :3

Thank you so much for reading and commenting! ♥

on 2011-02-14 07:10 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Oh, I enjoyed both of these. Ed takes his bodyguard duties pretty seriously so it's hilarious that Roy managed to do renovations without him noticing. Getting Ed his own alchemy library is about the best gift anyone could ever give him =) I always love the way you write their banter.

And I also love the domestic moment between Al and Riza. Very appropriate timing with the way this winter has been ;)

It is so nice to see writing from you again! Thank you for sharing.

on 2011-02-23 03:54 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Late response is late! Thank you SO MUCH for your lovely comment! I'm so glad you enjoyed the fics. It felt really good to be back in the FMA universe. :) Ah, writing Roy/Ed banter is such fun...thanks again for your kind words! ♥♥♥


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