More from the Slashfest. ;-) This time it's something else I've never done. This one is a little darker, but I've always imagined Ed to have quite a bit of a dark side. I hope you enjoy this little taste of angst.
This fic is set post series in a situation where Ed really needs to find a way to move on, but isn't very good at it. He definitely delves a little into his drk side in this one. There is also an implied character death. The fic was inspired by this prompt:
Ed/Havoc: I’d trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday
Heat. Skin slick with sweat. Muscles warring together for a common goal. Desire. Raw and untamed. Two bodies fusing and fighting for a single elusive moment. Lust. Carnal and wild. Blocking out the past, the present and everything else. Craving. Want and need. An overwhelming combination that destroys all else in its path. Nails. Teeth and grasping hands. Cling to the salvation of the moment and then the next and the next.
There is nothing else but this.
And Ed loses himself to it more than anyone else.