M1-M10 Hall, Outside M5, Nightshift 22

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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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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.

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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.

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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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