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tired Bleh, I'm not too sure how happy I am with this, but it's written and I promised Spades I'd have it posted for her before she got home from uni. Can't be disappointing the wife, now can I?
Title: Icarus
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: Um, PG-16? For poetical smutishness.
Word count: 586 (once again I fail to write something of decent length)
Warnings: Dickens-esque sentences
Kissing Roy is like kissing fire, hot and bright, an insubstantial flame that burns and takes what it wants. Ed is always surprised when he pulls away and finds his mouth only bruised, not blistered. Whenever Roy kisses him it is always hard and it is always long, long enough that the fire catches in his mouth and spreads over his body until he is burning and afraid that he'll burn to ashes and be blown away on a breath. But Roy's hands are on him, one at the nape of his neck and the other under his shirt, brushing cold fire over his skin, and he ponders the strange coolness of Roy's hands when the man's kiss is fire incarnated.
They've never done more than kiss; Ed's fear of coming any closer to that fire, of getting any hotter when he is already burning away, keeps him from asking, and Roy, for whatever reason, does not take what he can so easily demand. It is a tenuous affair and hidden, kept safe from prying eyes.
When Roy asks Ed if he wants to come to his house to see some rare alchemical texts Edward knows that he won't leave that house a virgin; he tells Al he'll be studying late and will probably end up crashing on Roy's couch.
When Roy answers the door he's dressed in street clothes, casual in deep reds and rich golds and bright oranges; the man is fire itself.
They spend hours poring over the books, catching and deciphering fragments of code that may or may not lead to some revelation. Finally the books close and Ed notes absently that it's snowing outside; the thought that it must be cold out there occurs just as hot lips brush over his neck, the single spark of touch catching in the tinder of his body and flaring. Cool hands and hot skin as shirts drop to the floor; Ed cries out as he is branded by teeth and tongue, each burn a mark of possession.
It's hard to breathe, the air is hot, burning at his lungs as lips sear down his chest; he feels like he's falling, but missing the ground: or rather, that he's falling upward. And in this paradox world, Roy's hands are even colder than ever, ice working searing his stomach, grappling with his belt even as smoldering lips tease sensitive scars down his torso, reopening old wounds to be cauterized.
Bodies slide against one another; Ed is flint and Roy is steel and it almost hurts as sparks scrape to life and shatter against his skin, against his sanity, but Roy makes a sound that breaks Ed in two and all of the blood in his body must have been replaced with kerosene because Ed is burning.
The falling/flying/floating feeling is back, and Ed clings to Roy's shoulders, trying to balance, trying to burn because it's the only thing to do; even Roy's hands are burning, and Ed thinks distantly of superheated, glowing gases. And suddenly he can see the sun without cloudy masks and blemishes of care and is dazzled by its brilliance, and his wax wings melt all at once, paying the price for his glimpse at the true meaning, the breadth and scope and heat of the flame.
In the afterwards of ashes and smoke and dying embers, Ed presses his forehead against Roy's shoulder and laughs, because he's Icarus all over again, but this time Helios has caught him before he can fall.
March 29 2006, 01:17:26 UTC 6 years ago
In so many ways.
I love it like WHOA. *mems and wibbles and pimps to friends*
March 29 2006, 01:41:58 UTC 6 years ago
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March 29 2006, 02:23:27 UTC 6 years ago
As for failing to write something of decent lenght...I always agreed with the saying 'great things come in small packages' <3
March 29 2006, 20:15:02 UTC 6 years ago
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March 29 2006, 03:01:24 UTC 6 years ago
*ahem*
Ed is flint and Roy is steel and it almost hurts as sparks scrape to life and shatter against his skin, against his sanity, but Roy makes a sound that breaks Ed in two
This was beautiful and pretty and poetic and emotional and it just made my day. *_*. Guh! Loved the mythology reference, as well, but most of all just the DESCRIPTION, and the way Ed felt during the whole thing. And Roy is so good to him.
*loveslovesloveslovesloves*
You are the best. *nods*
March 29 2006, 20:17:44 UTC 6 years ago
Yay! I'm so glad you like it and it just makes my day when people pull out their favorite lines so I know what to keep writing.
*SMOOCH*
March 29 2006, 04:12:57 UTC 6 years ago
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March 29 2006, 20:20:54 UTC 6 years ago
Ah, I didn't mean I was emulating Dickens, I just meant that I was using mile-long sentences with weird structures like he does.
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March 29 2006, 20:23:04 UTC 6 years ago
I'm glad you liked it.
March 29 2006, 14:12:26 UTC 6 years ago
*fans herself*
absulutely wonderful. <3
March 29 2006, 20:24:22 UTC 6 years ago
March 29 2006, 16:16:39 UTC 6 years ago
That is the best line ever ever in the history of EVER!!!!! I live this fic. Short but sweet and oh - so - hot
March 29 2006, 20:25:55 UTC 6 years ago
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March 29 2006, 19:57:34 UTC 6 years ago
*waves* before going back into lurkerdom
March 29 2006, 20:28:50 UTC 6 years ago
Ooh, cool, I have a lurker. *hugs you before you can sneak off*
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March 29 2006, 22:38:35 UTC 6 years ago
i love the mythology reference!!! i love mythology!!! and i love d how u used it! it is just so pretty!!! i so love u for this! (glomps)
March 29 2006, 22:49:12 UTC 6 years ago
the imagery is absolutely AWESOME. i can see EVERYTHING; it is so vivid and so tangible. and the icarus metaphor ARGH. i'm dead.
Kissing Roy is like kissing fire, hot and bright, an insubstantial flame that burns and takes what it wants. Ed is always surprised when he pulls away and finds his mouth only bruised, not blistered.
i'm going to take this and frame it and hang it on my bedroom wall; it is that profound.
YOU WIN FOR THE POETICAL DICKENS-ESQUE SENTANCES (loves all over you before slinking back into lurkerdom!void)
ehh, by the way, love the icon.
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March 31 2006, 20:39:38 UTC 6 years ago
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say ice.
From what i've tasted of desire i hold with those who favor fire,
But if it had to perish twice,
I think i know enough of hate to say that for destruction ice is also great and would suffice.
Heh. I'm done. Robert Frost is ♥
Oh yea, and the story? AWESOME.
April 1 2006, 19:55:23 UTC 6 years ago
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At any rate... *glomp* LUFF YOU!!!
July 23 2008, 06:56:59 UTC 3 years ago
wow completely and utterly amazing. the descriptions and loving tone that went through out this story was more then amazing.
I didn't understand the title until i read through and i was so pleased when i saw the reference to mythology. where its hardly used..its never used in such a fluid manner. so good job..and wow