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M1-M10 Hall, Outside M5, Nightshift 22

It was going to be a busy night. Maes Hughes had no less than three visitors slated for the night - Ed wouldn't take too long to deal with, Alfons he planned to just arm and give a few pointers to, and then.... Roy. Assuming Roy was going to follow through with what he'd said. Who knew?

At least he had a decent roommate. Hughes had to admit that he didn't mind Crawford - he seemed smart and had a good head on his shoulders. Not a bad guy to share personal space with. It was almost like being back in the military dorms.

Armed and with flashlight and radio in hand, Hughes stepped out into the hallway - in case Ed or Alfons had forgotten his room number.

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It was different. And really, even though they had gotten this intimate once before, Roy had been under the influence of too much strong liquor. He couldn't even remember if they'd actually removed their shirts that time.

This time, though, he could actually appreciate it. He wasn't shy about letting his eyes scan Hughes' chest, no longer hidden by that ridiculous smiley face. Even though they were in the same shower room together, he had spent the last few times avoiding his friends.

Because...

At Hughes' suggestion that he remove his own shirt, Roy suddenly seemed uncomfortable when he had been at ease before. Hughes knew all about how he had changed, thanks to Greed's outburst the other day, but it was still a touchy subject for the alchemist.

Or was he more homunculus than alchemist now?

Either way, he didn't listen to that suggestion, and seemed almost ashamed of his cowardice.

"Making me do all the work myself?" Hughes just grinned, but his words were soft. He could take a guess as to why Roy was hesitant to remove clothes, but it really wasn't an issue for Maes. He reached down, sliding his hands under Roy's shirt to move across his stomach, running his palms along the alchemist's skin.

"Probably better. This way, I can take my time with it," he said, bending down to capture Roy's lips in a quick but searing kiss. His hands urged up the hem of Roy's shirt, slowly, as Hughes sought more and more of the other man's bare skin. He'd touched Roy before, but not like this. Not with such intent.

Maes was breathing strongly now, his stomach fluttering with anticipation as his fingers slowly explored Roy's stomach and chest, firm and insistent and not wanting to miss any bit of flesh. His own body was reacting, warming, and his own need was making itself very insistently known.

"But you are gonna have to sit up a little," he reminded, breathing against Roy's cheek as he finally actually took the hem of the shirt in his hands.

"It's not that," Roy responded quietly. Leave it to Hughes to take his anxiety and make it something insignificant. Not that doing so was a bad thing. Roy knew that he tended to let his worrying get the best of him, when it really wasn't that big of a deal.

He would have continued to explain himself, but Hughes seemed to be taking matters into his own hands. He wasn't exactly removing his clothing, per se, but he was exposing his marked skin nonetheless. His mismatched eyes looked down, watching as Hughes' hands traveled over his torso. His friends' skin tone contrasted with his own - and it was possible he'd become somewhat paler as one of the alterations.

That may have been a trick of the light, however.

It was easy to see that Hughes was ready for this. No matter how apprehensive his friend might be, his body was responding, which spoke volumes. This didn't bother him. Not the fact that they were both men, not even that Roy wasn't human anymore.

So why couldn't he feel the same way? There was no denying that it felt good, but he wasn't as into it as he should have been.

Roy sighed, sitting up as he was told, but grabbing for one of Hughes' wrists as he forced eye contact. "You're sure you know what you're doing?" he asked, even though he was fairly certain of the answer.

He paused, glanced away. "You know what I am now?"

Hughes met Roy's eyes without blinking, his free hand resting on his friend's stomach. Roy was going to push it. He glanced down, eyes traveling over the bare skin of the slimmer man's torso, making out the markings that hadn't been there a couple of weeks ago. He let his free hand move, to run upwards along one, slowly. He didn't flinch away from the different colored skin, from the lines that he knew belonged on a homunculus. Because it was Roy, and Roy was many things, but he wasn't a homunculus. He just had... a couple of homunculus-esque features, that was all.

"Roy," Maes finally said, leaning to press his forehead against his friends. "I know exactly what you are. You're my best friend, you're my partner, you're the guy that I'm in love with. You really think something like this bothers me? It's still you, Roy. A funny colored eye and a couple of tattoos aren't gonna change that." He reached up to run his fingers through Roy's hair, his smile soft. He hadn't realized this was going to be quite a stumbling block.

"I love you and I want you." He sighed. "So... it's up to you, Roy. I know what I want, and I know what you are. But as much as I want you.... If you aren't ready, just say the word."

And he prayed to any god that was listening that Roy didn't take him up on that option.

Now that he was propped up some, Roy was able to watch as Hughes traced one of the lines. He felt something in him react - it wasn't pleasure, just a sort of buzzing. It was strange to have the mark touched that way; it meant that another person was acknowledging what he was.

Though Hughes didn't see him as that. To him, they were just tattoos. He didn't know how his friend could write it off so easily when he had such a vendetta against homunculi. Especially Greed, who had caused this in the first place. Not the current Greed, maybe, but it didn't matter.

Then again, Hughes didn't know about his attraction to the homunculus whose eye he now had. Hughes didn't know how he sometimes longed for things much more than he used to. How he wanted things.

Not that there was much to covet in this place, except for people.

Without thinking, he sat up further and leaned forward to force a kiss onto the other man.

Hughes was going to take that as the go ahead that Roy was ready to go through with this. He gladly leaned into the kiss, returning it hungrily. He could only hope that Roy didn't change his mind, pull back. Hughes was past the point of no return now, his blood boiling as he wrapped his arms around Roy and pulled him close, practically in his friend's lap.

"Shirt. Off. Pants. Too." Hughes wanted to feel Roy against him, naked skin against naked skin. All of it. He was tired of waiting.

He grunted the words out between kisses, not wasting much time on talking. He didn't want to talk. he wanted to... well, he wasn't sure. But he knew it involved a naked Roy. He'd figure out the fine details once clothes had been properly disposed of.

As he was pulled closer, the fact that Hughes was somewhat on top of him became more obvious and Roy shifted slightly to adjust to the added weight.

Suddenly, he was over whatever reservations he had about this... And he just wanted to do it. He forgot about the fact that some traces of an inherited sin might have contributed to this change. But he wasn't thinking much anymore.

They had paused at his shirt, which still wasn't completely off even if it had been pulled up considerably. He grabbed at it with one hand, ducking his head down and yanking the shirt over it.

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