maes.

if 10,000 fireflies

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                   DAMNIT. maes… ’  it didn’t take more than a second for the colonel to react. being careful not to open the wound even more, roy lifted hughes back to his feet. ‘ okay… i’m not letting you leave until the bleeding stops. ’ there was no searing the wound shut, either. that could very well make the entire thing worse. instead, the freed arm raises in the air and the raven-haired male calls for the nearest nurse, explaining to them that they need to redo the bandages, maybe add some stitches to it while they’re at it. ‘ i’m not leaving, either. i’ll be right here when they say you’re ready to leave again. ’                   this whole situation was one gigantic mess. the homunculi, philosopher stones.. the elric brothers. - forget about becoming fuhrer. now wasn’t the time. figuring this out, and going after those that ended gracia and elicia’s lives was much more important. for maes. and possibly, for the rest of mankind. 

he’s bleeding?  maes is bleeding.  when did he start. . .?  “roy,”  he says, looking at him before tentatively putting his hand over the wound.  “roy, i. . .”  he stumbles into him;  his mind his spinning.  or maybe the room is.  and he’s grabbing the colonel’s jacket.  “roy, there’s  -- “  fuck, he can’t remember anything.  he can’t. . .  HE CAN’T !!

he trembles against him, shaking like a lost little fawn.  his family is gone.  perhaps his mind is, too.  and so he just stays there, pressed against his best friend.  nothing feels real.  “they’re gone. . .  they’re. . . i. . .”  he wishes he could form more words.  “why?  why not me?  

                 YOU READ MY mind, maes. i was just about to leave you alone to your own thoughts. i could use a pick me up, and some cold water should do just the trick. ’ he totally ignored anything about intel and left the lieutenant by himself.

“WHERE IS ALL THAT GUSTO FROM EARLIER, CAPTAIN? YOU SEEMED SO bold WHEN YOU CALLED ME THOSE UNGENTLEMANLY WORDS.” One of those frightful palms – the same that leveled buildings and tore apart families – had taken to cradling Hughes by the back of his head, keeping him in place for his wicked tongue to drag over a busted bottom lip… catching blood along its path. “ARE YOU CONCERNED THAT SOMEONE WILL HEAR US…?”

It’s enough to earn one rumbling laugh. But not in any way to scoff at said worry… why, for the two of them to have taken a break from their post, after one particularly violent disagreement, stolen away into the ruins of some musty and war-torn building… it would be peak scandal to be caught in such a compromising position. The captain pinned to the wall… still panting from their ferocious and bruising exchange of kisses… and the major’s free hand reaching into trousers with such fiendish glee.

“I CAN HARDLY BLAME YOU. IMAGINE HOW harshly YOUR LITTLE FRIENDS FROM EARLIER WOULD JUDGE YOU TO BE SEEN THIS WAY. with me.” But his hand hasn’t stopped their ravenous ministrations in the captain’s military blues. They would, instead, pick up the pace.

“REST ASSURED, I WILL KEEP THIS BETWEEN US~”

the SUN in the desert is hot, but perhaps maes’ anger is hotter.  he is so royally pissed off with this state alchemist;  he can’t stand the MAJOR, to be honest.  it’s almost as kimblee enjoys the mayhem and murder of this fucking nightmare.  fuck him.

well, okay.  maes didn’t think he’d be doing this literally.

he’s well aware of how dangerous those hands are, and what sensitive body parts they’re on -- alas, the danger adds to this.  it’s been so long since he’s had the touch of another.  his fiancée is waiting for him  ( okay, okay -- it’s not OFFICIAL.  he hadn’t proposed properly, only made the promise. )  back home, but what happens in ishval. . .  he doesn’t intend on bringing any of this back with him if he makes it.

his shoulder hurts.  god, his shoulder hurts.  first it had been the claws, and then  --  had he been shot?  maes tries to touch the wound to find that his hands are numb, tied behind his back.  well this is just FUCKING GREAT !!  what the fuck has he gotten himself into this time?  maes closes his eyes.  the elric brothers told him about the homunculi.  human transmutation.  the philospher’s stone.  he’d gone back into work late at night and discovered. . .  

his eyes snap open.  RIGHT.  the circle.  ishval.  liore.  

this isn’t good.  he’s got to find a way out of here, to ROY.  he has to find roy, warn him.  god damn it, maes really is too smart for his own good.  he shifts;  he feels weakened from the blood loss, but he’s glad to be alive.  maes grunts as he shifts, trying to get to his knees.  as far as he can tell, he’s alone in this room.  he’ll make it out of here.  

MAES HUGHES WON’T DIE LIKE THIS.  he refuses.