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Ed was in so much fucking trouble.

It didn’t matter that he was twenty-two, and should be over getting verbally reprimanded by Roy like he was a bratty child still. He knew damn well he was in for a lecture, and he wasn’t looking forward to getting back and hearing ‘blah blah blah leaping into arrays you know nothing about when you can’t even use alchemy’ this and ‘blah blah blah could have got yourself killed’ that. He’d likely end up sniffing like a scolded child, because he had grown into a pathetic piece of trash who had somehow hated disappointing the bastard. And then Roy would get that look in his eyes. And there would be a punishment that had Ed’s ass sore for days, and not in the good way. Well, maybe a little bit in the good way, but just because Ed enjoyed it didn’t make Roy’s hard-on for sadism and corporal punishment any less of a pain in Ed’s… well, the point was made.

Besides, he didn’t even deserve a lecture - he’d only been at Central Command parade ground on special permission from General Asshole, because he was a civilian now, but Roy had thought he would enjoy the display. And sometimes he did favours for Ed: because Ed gave really good head. And he’d jumped into the middle of that gargantuan array not because of some need to play the hero, even though he had actually saved the Private that he’d shoved out just in time, but because he was exactly the kind of cat that curiosity wanted to murder. Probably with knives. The point was, the array had been huge, and Ed couldn’t get a good look at what the newly appointed Temporal Alchemist had been trying to prove with it from the outside – although he had been pretty sure that, since there was a literal human sacrifice in the middle, he hadn’t been about to enjoy the transmutation. And anyway, Roy could hardly talk – Ed had seen him running for the middle too. Ed was just faster.

Now he stood, as the smoke cleared, and tried to get his bearings. He was still in Central Command, standing in the middle of the parade grounds. He’d recognise the place anywhere, given he’d once torn the place up in an attempt to subdue his CO, but it looked different from when he’d jumped into the array not two minutes before. Maybe that was just because all of the people watching the Temporal Alchemist’s display had somehow disappeared. But Ed wasn’t going to think about that, because if that fucking asswipe had somehow managed to recreate The Promised Day on a miniature scale, and had taken Roy freaking Mustang down to do it, he was going to fight god again. Fuck learning his lesson on not bringing back the dead. He’d punch any would-be deity he could get his scrappy freaking hands on to make sure that his bastard was alive, and safe, and with Ed.

Not that he was overly intense about his regular hook up, or anything. It would just be a damn shame if he had to live the rest of his life without Roy’s frankly glorious cock in it.

But he was pretty sure the idiotic Temporal Alchemist had not recreated The Promised Day. A dumbass like that wouldn’t have the skills to do so. What was much more likely was that Ed, in the middle of the transmutation circle, had been displaced. He wasn’t sure if what had happened actually counted as human transmutation, since he didn’t remember going through the gate – but since he’d given up his gate six years earlier, he wasn’t sure how that would even work. What he did know was that the Alchemist in question had gained his title by applying the laws of Alchemy to the concept of time-travel, and whilst most self-respecting scientists had laughed at the notion, there was a reason the military had decided to take a chance on him. Whatever he had been about to show off with that poor unsuspecting Private in the middle of his experiment, it likely had to do with the concept of time.

Which meant Ed was likely somewhere in time that was not his own, and, if and when he got back to his own time – he would be in a lot of fucking trouble.

He almost jumped out of his skin when a booming voice screamed out for their soldiers to come to attention. He wasn’t even in the military any more – hadn’t been since he was sixteen and had smacked his resignation forms down on Roy’s blind-ass lap in the hospital – but still his back went ramrod straight at the call. He twisted himself around to see, in the far corner, a troop of cadets holding themselves with their feet at a forty-five degree angle and their fingers curled at their sides. Some of them were a little sloppy, some of them had their knees locked tightly. Roy would have sent them off to do laps for that small infraction. Roy had sent Ed off to do laps, for less. But these weren’t fully trained soldiers – that was obvious not just from their unease in the position, but from their uniforms. The same military blue slacks as the majority of the core, but without the cavalry skirts, and all in plain white shirts with dark ties, none of which were tied correctly, denoting their academy status. Ed had never gone through it himself, having joined the service as a State Alchemist – but he’d seen cadets about the grounds enough times to recognise the constantly terrified expression of new recruits.

He watched them for a moment, this group of young men. Nobody older than twenty, most of them would have signed up the moment they turned eighteen, when citizens still had enough ideals in their heads to get them to seek out the military. In recent years the recruitment drives hadn’t been very successful. Every year the groups of cadets seemed to get smaller and smaller, but as Ed watched this bunch he realised the stark difference in the handful of cadets under Havoc’s charge, and the nearly one hundred uniformed recruits he was watching.

Which meant he hadn’t been displaced a matter of hours, or days… he must have been displaced years. Whether that was years backwards or forwards was quickly answered for him when the recruits were set to their drills, and a small group passed by him on their daily run. He hadn’t specifically been watching them, although he wasn’t adverse to watching cute soldiers exercise, but as the group passed him he couldn’t help but recognise a couple of familiar faces, less marred by years of war. There, in the middle of the group, wearing those overly starched white shirts and stupidly short ties, were the faces of Maes Hughes, and Roy Mustang.

Ed couldn’t help but stare after them, mouth slightly agape, as Roy glanced in his direction, probably wondering what some civilian was doing in the middle of their parade ground. And all Ed could think was that his hair looked really fucking stupid cut that short.

Stupid, but still hot. And cute too, Ed relented, which was definitely a new look on the bastard. Because this Roy was apparently the kind of cutie that got distracted staring at strange long-haired civilians in the middle of the parade ground and went running right into the back of another guy in the squadron. Said other soldier went sprawling, as Roy stumbled slightly and immediately went red as a beet, stammering out apologies. Ed had never seen him acting so bashful, and he couldn’t help but be absolutely enamoured with it. His Roy wouldn’t ever show that sort of sweet side: too busy being a hard-ass at literally every opportunity. Then Hughes’ laughter at his friend’s bad luck ran out through the dusty arena, and Ed’s eyes flicked to the other man. Fuck, he’d missed that laugh. But if he got hung up on it now he’d spiral down into darkness really quickly. It had been years, he reminded himself – he’d come to terms with his part in Hughes’s death long ago. But if Roy looked young, Hughes didn’t look as young as he should. Probably because Ed was comparing his boyfriend’s past self to the thirty-six year old version back in his present, but his memory of Hughes stopped short at twenty-eight. Likely, just ten short years from the time Ed found himself, this eighteen year old, pointing and laughing at his friend, would be extinguished forever at the hands of a homunculus. It was hard to come to terms with.

But if he was really in the past, almost two decades in the past, he needed to take himself away from temptation. Because the urge to go and warn Hughes about his future was great, but if he did that there was no telling what weird ripple effect he could have on the rest of the future. There was a lot about his own past he’d love to change – but there was way too much at risk if he started putting his big metal foot in where it didn’t belong. His best bet was to get out of Central command and lay low until his inevitable rescue. Because there would be a rescue. He couldn’t do much, stuck in the past with no alchemy to his name, but he was pretty sure in the future that Roy would be tearing fingernails off of the Temporal Alchemist to find out exactly where and when Ed had been sent to, and how to get him back. Because he wouldn’t say it, but Roy was a bit intense about their casual sex arrangement too. Ed had enough faith in the man’s bullheaded ambition that he knew he wouldn’t be stuck there forever.

He turned with one last look at the younger version of the man he’d left back in his present, and saw that Roy was once more looking at him too, having been taken out of the squad run to be thoroughly screamed at by his CO for carelessness. The eighteen year old was dutifully hanging his head, arms behind his back and shoulders slumped to show his submissiveness to the older, angrier soldier, but under his ducked eyelashes Ed could see his eyes watching him back. He couldn’t help but smirk in the kid’s direction. Roy clearly liked what he saw. It was amazing what regularly banging the Flame Alchemist would do for one’s self image, and it wasn’t like Ed didn’t like the look of this younger version of Roy as well. He definitely looked good, acting all cute like that, but Ed could still see the fire in his eyes. A trait that Roy had once told him Ed shared with him.

He couldn’t help but engage in a brief, but very detailed fantasy about what it would be like to get this version of Roy on his knees. To fuck the cadet and see what that dynamic might yield, in place of the always in control General he’d left back in the future.

He winked, just to watch Mustang squirm, before ducking away and out of Central Command. Fantasy, he told himself, had to stay fantasy.

Of course, the issue with being displaced in time to a point before you were even a blip on the military’s radar, was that Ed couldn’t just go check himself into the barracks, as he realised later that evening, walking the cold streets of Central, with his stomach rumbling and his hands in the pockets of his long red overcoat. He was thoroughly miserable. It wasn’t as if he had been expecting a rescue operation to happen immediately, but he could admit he’d been hopeful that Roy’s particular brand of sadism might lend its hand to getting Ed back to his own time sooner rather than later. He had no money to his name. Maybe he could sell the State-Alchemist issue pocket watch that was still looped to his belt loop. Whilst he didn’t work for them any more, Grumman had been kind enough to let him keep the watch, as memorabilia. Ed sometimes still used it to get access to library materials.

It was a testament to just how hungry he was that he’d even thought that, though - because although the silver in the watch would fetch him a fair price, to Ed, the sentimentality of it was invaluable.

He had to relent that he had no idea how long it would take Roy to get the information he needed to be able to reverse the array – even with access to all the knowledge in the gate, alchemy was still a science, and applying knowledge could be damn near impossible when you didn’t know what you were working with. He could be stuck for hours, he could be stuck for days, or months, or even indefinitely. For the time being, his best bet would be to head over to Fotset on the outskirts of Amestris, to the west, and hope that the survivor camps that often popped up after bloody border disagreements were feeling charitable and might let him camp out with them, until he could figure out some way to forge a paper trail and set up a life in this new timeline. If not, he’d literally be on the streets with his automail foot out, using his shoe to beg for change. That was not something he was looking forward to. In the future, if he was ever stuck for a place to stay, he could always just show up at Roy’s door and take his usual place on the left side of the man’s bed. But he didn’t think the eighteen year old version of Roy would be so accepting of his company.

It was in this misery that up ahead a small commotion drew his attention. Outside a small bar – The Royal Gambit, Ed had visited it once or twice in his own time – a small group of military boys were pushing and shoving at each other in the way young men do when they’re drunk and amused by rough-housing. There was no anger in it, but laughter and bets on who would win the skirmish. Ed spotted Hughes’s glasses first, and then Roy, being held in a headlock by another soldier in that same cadet uniform. This one with brown skin and red eyes. Heathcliff Erbe, Ed recalled the name from Roy telling him the story one night, curled up around him after blowing Ed’s mind, in a very rare display of vulnerability, as Ed traced circles on his back and tried to get his breath back. He, Hughes and Roy had all been good friends in their academy days, but in the resulting civil war with Ishval, things had changed.

His hands clenched at his sides at the sight of the three of them, giddy with alcohol in their systems, on a night out from their training, grinning and laughing with each other. The light in their eyes was so carefree, Ed wanted to steal them all away from the horrors he knew each one of them was going to have to face. Instead, he stood there stupidly in the middle of the pavement, as Heathcliff ground his fist down on the top of Roy’s head, messing up his pathetically short hair, and making the younger version of his lover yelp.

“Alright, alright, I give in!” Roy’s boyish voice laughed.

It wasn’t as if it was higher or childlike: Ed was pretty sure at eighteen the kid would have already gone through all of the drops and squeaks of puberty’s choke-hold on his voice and come out the other side, it was just… more boyish. Happier, maybe. Less used to needing to lace command into every word he said. It struck Ed so hard in his chest that he couldn’t have moved his feet to take him away from the scene if he’d wanted to. Even as Roy was released from the headlock and allowed to straighten his back, looking up directly into Ed’s eyes. It took him a moment, and then his resolve seemed to steel up, like he was fortifying himself against an attack.

“It’s you,” he said, like it was an accusation. Ed raised one of his eyebrows at him.

“It’s me,” he responded, and next to Roy’s boyish voice, he suddenly realised how adult his own sounded.

Behind Roy, Hughes and Heathcliff were giving each other confused looks, like they were trying to figure out how Roy knew this civilian in leather trousers and clunky boots. Ed’s style had been nothing short of alternative even in his own time. Roy had once told him he had thought Ed would grow out of his love of all things gargoyles and spikes as he reached adulthood. But at twenty-two he had just purchased a new pair of platform boots with studs decorating the steel capped toes, and he was seriously debating getting his eyebrow pierced. Fuck growing up if it meant he had to conform to society standards. But even he could admit that eighteen years in the past he stood out like a sore thumb, as had been evident when a mother actually crossed the road with her stroller to avoid him earlier in the day. She probably thought he was some kind of demon-worshipper.

“You were at the parade ground, this afternoon,” Roy pushed.

“I was,” Ed admitted.

It was probably for the best not to give too much away, wasn’t it? Besides, he was kind of enjoying how cool and collected he got to be. Like he and Roy had switched roles. It was a nice change from him blowing up at Roy and the bastard giving him this exact smarmy treatment in return. At eighteen, however, it appeared Roy had not quite managed to master the act of only giving out a few words, because his face grew ruddy with upset, and he stomped forwards to try and get in Ed’s space.

“What’s with the monotone answers?” he asked, glaring at him through a rosy tint high on his cheeks. “Who are you?”

This was fucking delightful , Ed realised, thinking back on all the times Roy had riled him up in this exact way, and then ten minutes later they were horizontal and Ed was panting in pleasure as Roy had two fingers buried deep inside him. In that moment Ed realised that all of that riling up had clearly been deliberate, with the express purpose of getting Ed on his back, because watching someone get so incensed over such a small little thing was, Ed realised, a huge fucking turn on. So much so that he felt the need to casually move his weight from one foot to the other, in a hope that doing so might adjust the strain of his manhood getting hot and bothered against the leather of his trousers. His nostrils flared a tiny bit as he looked across at his boyfriend’s younger self.

Across , Ed smirked, because cadet Roy still had an inch or two of growing to do, and that put them at the same height. This day just got better and better.

“I’m your future boyfriend,” he admitted, before he could think himself out of it. Eighteen year old Roy was just too cute not to be completely honest with, it seemed. Another difference from his older self, who Ed would lie to until he was blue in the face if he thought it benefited him.

For a moment it looked like Roy had actually, somehow, insanely , believed him. But then his face crinkled up into something between embarrassment and sheer disgust, and he rolled his pretty eyes.

“That’s a terrible pick up line, buddy.”

Ed found himself grinning. Of course it sounded like a pick up line. He could accept that perhaps that wouldn’t be anywhere near as funny if he’d actually been trying to put the moves on this kid: since that was a clear rejection. But, because it was the genuine truth, and Roy had assumed Ed was trying to come on to him, he couldn’t help but want to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. The one time Ed was just straight up honest, and Roy assumed he was being a flirt. Typical.

“I could try another, if you like,” he heard himself purr, deciding that if Roy thought he was a flirt he’d happily jump into that role. Flirting with Roy was one of his favourite pass-times, after all.

“I don’t swing that way,” Roy told him, cheeks still stained red.

Ed’s eyebrows shot up towards his hairline. Oh . He took a quick glance over the soldier’s shoulder to see that Hughes and Heathcliff were no longer paying attention, having apparently decided that Roy’s beef with some random civilian wasn’t their problem, and then looked back at where Roy was eyeing him warily. In the future, or Ed’s present, he and Roy had never exactly discussed how and when Roy had come out. As long as Ed had known about him he’d known the man wasn’t that choosy about where he stuck his dick. It had never even occurred to Ed, having seen Roy watching him in the parade ground with clear interest in his eyes, that the boy wouldn’t already be out. He and Roy weren’t exactly big on talking about their feelings (or talking at all, when they could be having sex) but Ed had always assumed Roy was one of those people who had always been perfectly comfortable in his sexuality. The same way he appeared perfectly comfortable in literally every other aspect of his life. This level of vulnerability was basically unprecedented.

“Yeah, you do,” he told him in a low voice, once he was certain his fellow cadets weren’t listening. “And I ain’t judging.”

“There isn’t anything to judge!” Roy hissed back, looking as defiant as Ed had ever seen him. “Besides,” he added, looking off to the side with a rather petulant look on his face, “you’re clearly that way inclined , so you wouldn’t judge.”

“Precisely,” Ed responded evenly, and then decided to be an older, wiser gay-boy, and help the kid out a little. “You’d be surprised how many straight people don’t care though, Roy.”

Hughes, for one, had never seemed to have a problem with Roy’s penchant for sleeping around regardless of gender, and even though the General had never said it, Ed knew that Hughes’s support in who Roy was had meant a lot to him.

Then Roy’s eyes flicked up to his face again, something mistrustful in them.

“How’d you know my name?” he asked quickly, quietly, like they were in on some secret together. It was adorable. “I didn’t tell you my name!”

Fuck, Ed wanted to take this kid apart. He was just so… fuckable, Ed’s mind supplied, having never exactly been poetic in his desire for the other man. Eighteen year old Roy would look really good getting railed. There were no other, fancier, more tasteful words for it. This kid needed the buggering of his life, and Ed wanted to give it to him.

“I told you,” he tried again, this time hoping that Roy would actually believe him. “I’m your future boyfriend.”

Roy looked at him with those suspicious eyes for another moment, his entire body poised like he was ready to run.

“You’re a stalker,” he surmised.

And, well, yeah okay, that made a lot more sense than ‘I was sent back in time, but eighteen years from now you and I regularly do the horizontal tango, and okay maybe ‘boyfriend’ is stretching it a bit far, because future you isn’t into labels , but we’ve been fucking for over a year and I’m pretty sure you’re not fucking anybody else, despite being a certified man-whore, so I don’t really have another term for it, other than ‘situationship’, and that’s just gaudy’.

He really didn’t want Roy thinking he was actually a stalker, but what the fuck could he say to prove otherwise, though? Any secrets he knew about Roy were either things that happened after this kid’s timeline, or were things that would only make Roy even more mistrustful of him. He didn’t know anything truly personal – his Roy wasn’t into that mushy crap. He didn’t do vulnerability. Ed could count on one hand the amount of times Roy had actually engaged in pillow talk with him, and spoken about his past. One of those times the General had told him about Heathcliff, and the other three had been anecdotes about growing up in a brothel. None of it was anything world-shattering. The man just wasn’t that kind of guy. It suited Ed fine enough, even if sometimes he wished Roy would get a little more personal.

The only thing knew about Roy – really knew about him – was his body. Specifically how to please it, tempt it, and tease it into orgasm. And that was hardly something he could use to convince the Roy in front of him that he was a time-traveller. Roy had done a hell of a lot of growing between eighteen and thirty-six, and there was no guarantee that what worked for General Mustang worked for the cadet version. Telling this Roy that Ed knew exactly how he liked to be touched – that his inner thighs were incredibly sensitive, and he’d developed a Pavlovian response to shoving his ignition-gloved fingers in Ed’s mouth; that would have him finishing in less than five minutes – wasn’t going to prove anything when this version of Roy wasn’t even out .

“I could try and explain the alchemy to you,” he lied instead.

The reality was he had no fucking idea how the alchemy worked. He might have been a genius, but time-travel was a fringe science at best, and he’d never put any serious thought into it. Even so, he was still kind of mad that some upstart prick had apparently actually managed it, and his name was going to be nowhere near the research papers – except maybe as a footnote. ‘First known subject to be displaced in time; ex-state alchemist Edward Elric. By accident’. That was embarrassing.

He was hopeful that Roy wouldn’t be able to understand any alchemical rambling he came out with anyway. He was a genius in his own right – it was one of the many things that had Ed weak at the knees for him – but this version was young and inexperienced, and hadn’t been through the gate. Besides, future Roy had also laughed outright at the idea of time-travel, so Ed was pretty sure he could throw some fancy words around about space-time curvature and closed loops and the kid in front of him would buy it. As it was, the cadet was clearly battling between wanting to run the hell away, and his clear and apparent interest in how Ed looked. Because if Ed had one thing going for him where the one-day Flame Alchemist was concerned, it was that Roy was intensely attracted to him. The guy had a thing for throwing his weight around for hot blondes who could technically kick his ass, and getting said hot blondes to get on their knees for him, who was Ed to judge? Fuck, that posturing had worked like a charm on Ed, after all. He was also pretty sure that Hawkeye would have eventually given in to the man’s charm, if Ed hadn’t come along to distract the Flame Alchemist. There was also the matter of Roy’s massive and not-at-all-subtle crush on Olivier Armstrong, but Ed couldn’t exactly imagine the Northern Wall of Briggs bending over for a spanking. So Ed would gladly fill that role for his General.

“You genuinely believe that, don’t you?” the boy asked, tone wary but way too obviously coming around. Ed wondered at what point he’d started guarding his true feelings, because at eighteen they were still being worn on his crappy academy uniform sleeve. Then he waved an awkward hand at Ed, who was still standing a little back from him, hands in his pockets and looking for all the world like he didn’t really care where this conversation went. “That you’re my...”

“Future boyfriend,” Ed repeated, for the third time.

Roy’s answering flush was damn near delicious. Ed wanted to lick his adorable little baby-face. Then he thought that there was probably something wrong with him for thinking that.

Behind him, Hughes and Heathcliff had finished whatever had dragged them outside of the bar to begin with, and had gone back inside to the warmth and safety of The Royal Gambit. It wasn’t exactly as if he and Roy were then left alone in the busy Central street, but the absence of Roy’s friends would make a big difference in how honest the young man could be, Ed had to assume. And in that moment he really hoped Roy would be honest. Not just because he liked hearing Mustang telling him he was pretty (everyone had their kinks) but because if he went home with the cadet that evening, even to the shitty military barracks, he at least had a bed to lay his head down on, and a body next to him to warm it.

Avoiding homelessness was a perfectly legitimate reason to have sex with someone, right?

Ed watched the boy battling with himself a moment more and decided barracks or not, he still wanted to screw him. Then Roy looked downwards, at where Ed was making not a single move to hide the fact that his little soldier was standing to attention in his leather trousers, and Ed had the singular pleasure of watching Mustang’s pupils widen in obvious desire, and his tongue dart out to wet at his probably suddenly dry lips. This horny little shit didn’t even try and bring his eyes back up to Ed’s face, even as Ed made a real show of trailing his own hand out of his pocket and palming at himself through the leather. Fuck, that felt good. But what would feel even better would be sliding his cock down Roy’s throat, and he kept that in mind as he tried really hard not to buck into his own hand. As he watched the cadet’s face, Roy actually fucking swallowed, and Ed got to watch his Adam’s Apple working around the excess saliva.

“Like what you see?” he asked, pitching his voice as low as it would go. Finally, Roy managed to glance up at his face, his cheeks rosy again.

“No.”

“Liar.”

“Wh – What if I do?” he backtracked, postulating at a manliness he hadn’t quite grown into yet.

Ed stepped forwards, putting himself firmly into the teenager’s space, and Roy didn’t back down from the challenge, keeping an intense eye contact with him. Ed wanted to catch his pretty pink lips between his teeth and stain them red. He wanted to claw and bite and scratch and claim until there was nothing left but devotion to Ed. He felt like a wolf stepping into the path of an unsuspecting rabbit, and the urge to devour this kid was so strong he was damn-near light headed from the need.

“Show me to your room, cadet.”

The shiver that went through Roy at that was unmistakably pure want. And fuck Ed sideways if he didn’t want just as damn hard. He’d known , in his heart, even if Roy would never actually admit to it, that Mustang was into rank-dynamics in a way that was not safe for work. Especially not the General’s work. It had just never really been something Ed could explore before, because he’d been a civilian when they’d started hooking up, and even when he had been in the military he’d always been below Roy’s rank. So the power dynamic that he was certain Roy would get off on just hadn’t been right. But now he was pretty sure if he asked this young Roy to call him any officer-ranking title, the kid would cream his pants before they actually made it back to the barracks.

“I’m not supposed to invite civilians back to the dorms,” Roy told him, but he was already walking in the direction Ed knew them to be. He fell into step beside him easily, and decided a white lie was likely in order to guarantee him a room for the night. He pulled his pocket-watch from the folds of his overcoat.

“Good thing I’m not a civilian, then.”

Roy looked down at his watch with eyes as round as saucers, evidently absolutely blown away by the proof of Ed’s title. Ed had to remind himself that at that point in time Roy had yet to take the State Alchemy exam himself. Before Ed, he’d been the youngest State Alchemist in history. It was unlikely Roy knew the history of the program, but he had to wonder if it came across as strange to have a man in his early twenties showing off the watch.

“Fraternization laws -” the teenager tried to protest. Ed smirked at him.

“I won't tell if you don’t,” he promised. “Now, I believe I gave you an order, soldier.”

Ed watched Roy flush darkly and couldn’t help but get even more turned on himself. At this rate it wouldn’t be Roy creaming himself before they got back to the room.

Luckily, the barracks, and Roy’s crappy cadet room, which he had to share with another soldier, was not far away. Even luckier, it was early enough in the evening that said other soldier was likely still out getting shit-faced in some bar, and looking for a conquest of his own. Even so, Ed still toed out of his boot, and dragged his only sock from his flesh foot, to put on the door. Roy watched him do so with a rather scandalised look at him, and then an even more scandalised look up and down the hall, as if someone might spot them entering the room together. But the corridor was deserted, and Ed put a hand on the back of Roy’s neck to guide him into his own room, before Roy could grab back the evidence of the tryst that was about to happen inside. He closed the door behind them, engulfing them in the relative privacy of an academy dorm. Roy immediately bent to unlace his boots, which he took off and neatly placed at the side of the door. He loosened his stupid little tie, and stowed it away, and undid the top button of his academy shirt. Then he took a deep breath, before bending once more to also take off his socks, folding them into the discarded shoes. He looked incredibly domestic with his bare toes poking out of the military issue trousers.

The feeling that sprang up in Ed’s chest at the sight of him looking so casual felt too much like a desire for something more than sex, Ed realised, and he quickly took a look around the room to distract himself from the mushy crap. There were two beds, but it was obvious which one was Roy’s. The other hadn’t been made, and the drawers underneath were overstuffed with personal belongings. Roy’s, on the other hand, was ready for inspection at any moment, save for one sheet of paper that Ed crossed the room to pick up and read. It was immediately apparent that what he was looking at was the beginnings of Roy’s foray into fire-alchemy.

“Hey!” Roy protested behind him, and when Ed glanced behind his own shoulder at the boy he was flushed darkly again – this time more in embarrassment than need.

Ed felt a little guilty for invading his privacy. The Roy of his time allowed him his curiosity over any of his notes – although the General coded his Alchemy better than most – and it hadn’t occurred to him that he didn’t have the same privileges in the past. He waved the page at the younger man with what he hoped was an encouraging smile.

“This is good,” he said in lieu of an apology. “I expect you’ll crack it soon.”

In two years, when he was twenty, and he’d read Berthold Hawkeye’s notes off of Riza’s back. But Roy wouldn’t have even been able to read the complicated science tattooed on Hawkeye had he not done the years of research and study into it beforehand. It was still an insane achievement.

“You say that like you already know how to achieve it,” Roy pouted, pointing at his own notes to show what he meant by ‘it’.

“Hell no,” Ed almost laughed. “I’ll leave that to the professionals.”

The reality was he had, once, tried to produce some flames. He’d been thirteen and very much of the mindset that anything Mustang could do he could do better. The actual production of flames wasn’t even difficult. It was Mustang’s control that was admirable. Ed had almost burnt down the hotel they’d been staying in at the time, and putting that on an expenses report, that had to be read over by the Flame Alchemist himself, had been one of the most embarrassing moments of Ed’s military career.

“Thought you were a professional,” Roy muttered childishly, and Ed turned to him with a smirk and one raised eyebrow, before sitting himself down on the boy’s perfectly made bed and casually spreading his legs into a manly pose that showed off that he was still very hard.

“Why don’t you come over here?” he said, making it sound like it was just a suggestion. Roy clearly got the message though, because his ears pinked up in that sweet, inexperienced embarrassment, and his feet carried him to Ed until he was stood awkwardly between his spread knees. Ed looked up at him, catching one of the cadet’s hands in his, noting the slight tenseness of his stance, and the fact that he was clearly chewing on the inside of his cheek in nervousness. “You ever done this before, sweetheart?”

Ah, another thing that hadn’t changed in the interim years. Roy still loved that particular pet-name. The first time Ed had said it he’d thought Roy might burn his tongue out for saying something so clearly couple-like. Instead he’d been treated to seven amazing ways Roy Mustang can give you an orgasm without even getting undressed. Now, the younger Roy drew in a sharp breath, like simply calling him ‘sweetheart’ had sent him over the edge. He was still squirming a little uncomfortably though, and obviously anxious, so Ed rubbed a soothing thumb over the back of the hand he was holding and raised an expectant eyebrow that his question would be answered.

“I haven’t… with a guy, before.”

The idea of that had Ed overwhelmed with something he wasn’t even sure he could name. To be Roy’s first, and hopefully to be his last, was singing a delightful tune to his possessive heart. He spared a brief thought to the logistics of time-travel, and whether his going back in time and taking Roy’s gay-virginity counted as some kind of imprinting for their future hook-ups, but then decided he didn’t care. What he cared about was getting Roy’s tongue on his cock, preferably fucking yesterday.

With that in mind, he travelled his hand up Roy’s slightly tense arm, hooked it over his shoulder, and put just enough force on it that Roy got the message and sank to his knees. Fuck, he looked good like that, in the academy uniform, with his eyes big and anticipating, and his hair stupidly short. Ed carded his fingers through those fine locks and realised it wasn’t long enough to tangle his fingers into, like it was when Roy was older. His urge to bite and claim was still so strong, but he puffed out a short breath, because he wasn’t a complete asshole.

“We can just, I dunno… cuddle, if you want,” he grit out, probably not sounding like he was happy about that at all.

But he would, if getting down and dirty with a guy wasn’t something eighteen year old Roy was ready for. Luckily, the teenager gave him a look that suggested that if this ended with just cuddling Ed might get castrated, and Ed actually found himself equally frightened and turned on by that look. Because it was the exact same look the General gave him whenever Ed had pissed him off and Ed was in for a kinky punishment. He liked that look. So he grinned down at the cadet, and used his free hand to finally, very carefully, undo his zip and give his dick some room to breathe. He always went commando when he was wearing the leather, because there simply wasn’t enough room in them for underwear, and Roy’s eyes went wide again as he reached into the folds of his trousers and brought out the thick, flushed shaft. The urge to ask this boy, once more, if he liked what he saw, was difficult to swallow down. But this wasn’t about Ed’s kink for being called pretty. This was baby’s first blow-job, and Ed couldn’t believe he was there with the fucking camera, as it were.

“Just take it slow,” he advised. “Tuck your teeth.”

Roy glared up at him like he was frustrated at being coached. Ed had every suspicion that the kid thought himself above needing to take advice on how to please someone. The Roy he knew certainly didn’t need any, but this Roy was different. Still, diligently, he pulled his lips down over his teeth, and wrapped them around the hot, firm head of Ed’s cock. Ed felt his eyes go half-lidded at the feeling of wet heat surrounding him, and his fingers scrambling for purchase in the teenager’s too short locks, meaning he ended up just sort of scratching at the back of Roy’s head like he was a particularly obedient puppy. And heck, that was a kink they could explore another time. Especially since Roy had just darted his tongue out to lick at the sensitive skin of Ed’s frenulum and Ed ended up gasping in pleasure.

The noise had Roy pulling off to look at him in concern, though. He patted the kid’s head awkwardly.

“Good noises, Roy, good noises,” he reassured.

Even telling him that had the boy heating up in self-consciousness, probably thinking to himself now that the embarrassing thing was that he had felt the need to pull off and check. But Ed could remember the awkwardness of not feeling like you were doing a good enough job on your knees, and his protectiveness over Roy won out over his want to have his tongue back on him. He cupped the boy’s chin in his hand, and forced him into looking up, noting the blown out pupils and spit shiny lips. He was fucking beautiful.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart. But I want to feel more of you around me. Do you want me to take the lead on this?”

Roy’s answering nod of consent, pupil’s blown out and lower lip trembling slightly, was likely due to not being able to talk. Ed remembered being exactly in that position, with Roy stood above him with his cock out, asking Ed if it would be alright if he fucked his throat. Ed had been so turned on by the thought of it that the idea of getting words out had been laughable. In this, it seemed, he and Roy were similar. He kept his hand cupped on the boy’s chin, pinching ever so slightly until he opened up his mouth again, and then guided himself inside. He couldn’t actually fuck the kid’s throat – doing that to someone on their first go round giving head was just cruel – but he could take the lead in taking his pleasure, and it would take some of the worry off of Roy’s shoulders about whether he was doing a good job.

“Flatten your tongue, that’s right, just like that,” he encouraged, as he pushed himself inside, and then dragged the heft of his cock back out along the wet slide of Roy’s tongue. With one hand on the boy’s chin, and the other on the back of his head, he had him exactly where he wanted him, and all he had to do was rock his hips to get that sweet, wet heat all around his dick. He fucked his mouth shallowly for a while, making sure Roy had enough space to breathe, and swallow, and look up at him with wide, wondering eyes. But even then Roy kept trying to subtly wrestle back some control by wrapping his lips around the shaft and sucking at it. Ed wanted him so far gone he wouldn’t even think to try that, and before he knew it he had thrust a little deeper, making the boy gag a moment, before he quickly drew back out.

“S-sorry!” Roy yelped, like he’d done something wrong.

Ed couldn’t help but dive down and shove his tongue in his mouth, where his cock had just been. He was all loose lips and way too much sticky saliva build up from taking his face-fucking, and he kept trying to swallow it all down, like getting messy would be some kind of crime. Like Ed didn’t want to see him absolutely fucking debauched. He moaned into the boy’s mouth, and Roy circled his arms around Ed’s neck like they were actually lovers, and Ed felt a bit guilty knowing this, that kissing, wasn’t something the General often permitted. But fuck it, he wasn’t with the General. And this Roy clearly wanted to be kissed.

Eventually he had to break away for air, though, because as much as he tried to breathe through his nose that was hard to do with a teenager trying to practically crawl his way into his mouth. Kissing, it seemed, was something this Roy did have experience with, because that had been just as intense as the handful of times his Roy had allowed him a make-out session.

“Are you ready to try again?” Ed asked, breathing hard against Roy’s lips. The cadet practically whimpered into his nod. “Alright, just focus on getting nice and loose, okay? You don’t need to suck. And this isn’t an inspection, you can get messy with it. Dribble on it. Alright?”

Considering his regular (and only) hook-up was a total slut, Ed had never had to really coach someone through sex before, but he found he really kind of liked it. Or, at least, he liked Roy’s reaction to it. Which was somewhere between utter petulance, and being insanely turned on. Ed watched as another shiver went through the cadet’s body, and Roy breathed out a shaky breath before replying.

“Yes, sir.”

And well, fuck, Ed could get used to that.

What he could get used to even more was Roy actually fucking following his guidance and suggestions, or even, if he was going to get really kinky with it, orders. He didn’t think he could get harder, but he was proven wrong when the cadet immediately took to heart everything Ed had told him. No more trying to control the narrative by sucking or attempting to bob his head, just loose limbed acceptance of a cock in his mouth, and saliva literally trickling down his chin as he allowed himself to drool all over it. A fucking sweet, hot, wet, gorgeous mouth for him to thrust his dick into. Roy put his hands down on Ed’s knees, and just let him hold him in place with a hand around the back of his head, and take his pleasures for a bit. It was so good Ed even imagined finishing there. It would be so good to fill up Roy’s pretty mouth with his spunk, and make him hold it there on the flat of his tongue whilst Ed looked his fill of the whiteness contrasting against the red, getting foamy as it mixed with Roy’s drool, before finally allowing him to swallow it down. Letting him feel it coat his throat, and settle in his stomach. A claim inside of him that only Ed knew would be there.

But there were much better, tighter, even smuttier places where Ed could leave his mark inside of Roy, and Ed had always been attracted to the dirty and gritty. He wanted to have Roy completely, until he was shaking with need, and knew no pleasures but those Ed could give him.

Even so, it was with great reluctance that he pulled himself away from the wet heat of Roy’s mouth.

“Sir?” this baby version of Roy asked, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes, still genuinely believing Ed was his superior. An officer. The idea of Roy on his knees for some random officer was both insanely hot and made Ed more jealous than he would like. He ended up bending himself double to press a firm kiss to the boy’s forehead, cupping his rounded cheeks between his hands to hold him still whilst he did so.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered in reassurance into his too short hair. “Now come up here on the bed, and let me take care of you.”

Roy got to his feet on slightly shaking legs, and Ed watched as, even so very clearly nervous, he rose to the order. Part of Ed hated that, thinking that if some other higher up on a power-kick ordered Roy into bed this boy would go. The much hornier part of him was just really glad that teenage Roy was so eager to please. The kid hesitated for a moment as he looked at the metal frame and lumpy old mattress that served as his bed whilst he was in the academy, with Ed sat in the middle of it with his knees out in a manly spread. There wasn’t a whole lot of room for Roy to get on too, and he clearly came to that conclusion as well, because a moment later he swallowed down his nerves and clambered up into Ed’s lap. Ed put his hands on the boy’s ass-cheeks to keep him steady, and Roy blushed down at him delightfully as Ed tilted his head back to smirk up at him.

“I, um, haven’t done this before either.”

Ed had to give him points for bravery. He ran a hand up his back, un-tucking his white shirt to get his fingers on skin.

“Offer to cuddle still stands,” he reiterated, just in case, but added: “But don’t worry, I know what you like.”

Roy raised a disbelieving eyebrow at him.

“Because you’re my future boyfriend,” he repeated Ed’s earlier refrain with a small amount of sarcasm lacing his tone, making Ed grin at him as he decided to tumble the cadet to the side and onto his back on the mattress, settling himself between Roy’s legs. Roy gasped at the feeling of being pushed about and manhandled, and Ed liked that the kid was now looking up at him again, with those pretty eyes battling between anxious and ridiculously turned on. “That’s not… that can’t be real, right?”

Ed dipped his head down and licked his way into the younger man’s mouth, kissing him for a long, sensual moment as he reached down between them and fiddled with the button of Roy’s military issue trousers. Roy pushed his hips up into his hand, letting Ed get a good feel of his hot, heavy dick, underneath the blues, and Ed moaned into his mouth.

“It’s real,” he breathed against his lips as he pulled away ever so slightly. “I know this body,” he pushed his fingers into the boy’s slacks, below his underwear, and took a firm hold of Roy’s cock, making the teenager gasp again. “Better than my own.”

Roy’s hips actually lifted off the bed as Ed began to stroke him, and he arched up into the feeling. Ed held himself on his ex-automail arm, using his left to make Roy squirm, since that was definitely the hand he had most experience jacking off with. Thanks to spending his impressionable teenage years under the command of Roy ‘sex-appeal’ Mustang. But, because he was having to hold himself up, he had to reluctantly let go of his captive for a moment to shimmy Roy’s trousers and underwear down his legs, until they slipped off his ankles, leaving him looking insanely sweet in just his shirt. That urge to utterly devour him was back full-force. He let his hand slip lower, below the boy’s balls, to the sensitive skin there, and suddenly Roy’s hand came down on his upper arm. He looked incredibly worried at the idea of what was about to happen, and Ed eased up a moment. Again, horny as fuck, but not an asshole.

Roy stuttered out his next words like they physically hurt him to say.

“You’ll be… uh, gentle , right?”

Ed couldn’t help but give him an affectionate smile. The idea of the General having the balls to say something as vulnerable as that was damn near laughable – but here was the same man, eighteen years in the past, apparently without the hang-ups of showing actual emotion. Part of Ed wished his future self could feel comfortable enough with him to be just as honest. He bowed his head to put their foreheads together.

“I know what I’m doing,” he promised.

Technically, though, that was a lie. It wasn’t as if his Roy allowed him on this side of things. Like, ever. The man was a control freak if ever there was one, and it wasn’t like Ed didn’t very much enjoy being on the receiving end, so it was all good for Roy to be that way. Except, it also wasn’t like Ed hadn’t thought about it. About getting the General all messed up and needy for it. Of switching things up a little. He’d even tried to voice that once, and Roy had got a really weird look in his eye, and then brushed it off and railed Ed so hard that by the time he was screaming his orgasm at the ceiling he’d completely forgotten why he’d wanted to change things up in the first place. In the morning, Ed had figured it came under that same umbrella of Roy’s inability to show any form of vulnerability, and left it well enough alone. So now, looking down at this younger, sweeter, more honest Roy, he told himself it wasn’t like he was going to get another chance to live out that fantasy of taking the lead. And little Roy was clearly happy to get fucked, even if he was a little nervous. Besides, Ed did sort of know what he was doing. He’d had the older version of Roy do this to him enough times that he knew what felt good and what didn’t.

He was going to assume that this kid didn’t have lube tucked away somewhere in his dorm. Not only because he was, apparently, not out of the closet and a virgin when it came to his backdoor, but also because wouldn’t that be an embarrassing thing for a CO to find during routine inspection. Luckily, Ed had been fucking Mustang, with his penchant for sex anytime anywhere, for over a year, and he’d got into the habit of bringing a little bottle of lube with him anywhere he went. Which sure beat out the few times they’d had to use machine oil before Ed had started doing so, which had left Ed shitting black for a week. So he rustled in the pocket of his overcoat, amongst the small amount of things that had come with him to the past: his watch; a handful of spare screws for his leg; 520 cenz in change, that Ed had promised himself never to spend; the aforementioned bottle of machine oil that went everywhere with him; and the tiny phial of lube. He pulled it out with a triumphant grin, which quickly fell when he looked at just how small it actually was. It was normally enough for him, a self-professed pro at taking cock, but it didn’t feel like it was going to be enough for a literal fucking virgin.

Even so, mini-Roy raised an eyebrow at him in a move that was so much like his older self that Ed did a double take.

“You really thought you were getting lucky tonight, huh?” the teen asked. Ed smirked at him.

“This level of preparation is entirely your fault,” he accused, but of course that made no sense to a cadet who thought he’d only just met him. Still, Roy wore ‘confused’ well. Ed finally gave into the urge to lick up his baby-face cheek, and Roy’s answering blush was so delicious Ed immediately wanted to do it again. “Besides, here I am, getting lucky. Now turn over, soldier.”

Damn, Ed was going to abuse the shit out of this newly discovered information regarding Roy’s rank-kink the second he got back to the future, he decided, as he watched the cadet’s eyes turn impossibly more sultry, and Roy immediately followed the order. He wondered if bossing the man about a bit might even lead to his older version of Roy finally letting them mix up who was on top every now and again. Or perhaps it would just lead to the General trying to cover up his obvious want to be ordered about by blistering Ed’s ass until he came humping Roy’s leg. Honestly, either scenario was fine by Ed. Especially now that he was going to get to live out the dream of topping at least one version of Mustang. He grabbed at the boy’s hips and dragged him backwards a little, getting his knees out under him and pushing down on his shoulders until he was face down and ass up. Fucking perfect. Looking behind him with his cheek pressed into the mattress and his ears pink, lips parted as he panted slightly against the sheets. Ed almost wanted to pinch himself to make sure this wasn’t all some insanely detailed wet-dream.

Instead he put his thumbs on the cleft of Roy’s ass and spread his cheeks apart, somehow becoming even harder at the boy’s little whimper at being displayed like that, and seeing his pink little hole exposed. He was as neat there as anywhere else. Ed couldn’t spot a single hair, or imperfection. Damn near bleached levels of prettiness. He snorted in amusement as his own train of thought as he told himself that Roy’s hygiene habits were nothing short of anal.

“What?” the boy asked him, trying to get himself up, clearly self-conscious about being exposed this way, especially with Ed making amused sounds behind him at his own stupid jokes. Ed soothed him with a hand over the roundness of his behind.

“Nothing sweetheart, you’re gorgeous.”

“You’re way too complimentary,” Roy told him quietly, turning his head into the sheets to hide his pretty reaction to the words.

Ed didn’t think he was complimentary enough , but clearly Roy wasn’t used to hearing such words about himself, in this context, so he let the complaining slide as he dipped his head, burying his nose near his coccyx and tonguing at his asshole. Roy’s fingers clutched harshly at the bed sheets, bunching them into his fists, as he gasped and shuddered at the feeling. Ed kept careful note of each of his reactions, whilst thinking to himself that he needed to gather more saliva to get this boy nice and wet. His little bottle of lube wasn’t going to cut it, and honestly even with the extra wetness from eating him out, it still wasn’t going to be a perfect slip-’n’-slide experience for the kid. But everything and anything Ed could do to ease that first time discomfort couldn’t hurt. So he tensed his tongue and pushed it inside.

“Oh my god!” Roy moaned, trailing off into a slightly wrecked sounding sob.

Which was weird, because the older Roy avoided saying anything about deities, during sex or otherwise. Don’t tell Ed little Roy was religious or something. It was almost a turn on, he realised, thinking of how he’d never managed to elicit such words from the older version. But he couldn’t comment on it, not when he had his tongue literally inside the kid, making him whimper and cry out as he used it to fuck him. Getting him open, and wet, and desperate for more. Roy’s knees scraped on the bed for purchase, his fingers flexing against the sheets, his eyes screwed up until there was a cute little crease between his eyebrows. He would almost look like he was rejecting the feeling, if it wasn’t so obvious he was practically begging Ed for more. Ed allowed himself to dribble further, trying to collect the drool and push it up against Roy’s hole, licking and slobbering all over the pink swirl and pushing as much liquid as he could inside. He needed to try and get the prep part done with just his saliva, because he was going to need the lube for his cock.

Which throbbed excitedly at the idea of getting to bury itself in the tight heat of the boy under him, and hopefully soon. Ed willed himself to be patient, and gathered as much drool as he could to spit on his fingers, before pushing his middle one in. Roy whined under him, and Ed breathed steadily as he circled it gently and sought forwards, pressing a chaste kiss to the boy’s butt cheek.

“You okay?” he asked quietly, and had to look out for the barely there nod Roy gave him in response, not able to stop whimpering to reply verbally. He was so fucking pretty it was unbearable, as goosebumps sprung up along his thighs, and a shiver went down his spine. Ed used his free hand to soothe him with a firm rub down the slightly raised bumps along his back, and smiled as Roy instinctively relaxed into the touch. “You’re doing so well, cadet.”

Roy moaned once more, and Ed used the distraction of the flood of arousal that came with mentioning his rank to spit on his hole once more and add another finger, pushing it in alongside the other and feeling the impossibly tight heat surrounding them. He grunted a little as he circled forwards and knew he’d hit his mark when Roy’s entire body went tense, then lax, and from his lips fell a breathy sigh.

“Holy fuck, that feels…” he began, but couldn’t finish. But Ed knew.

He was usually on Roy’s side of things, after all, and his Roy must have some kind of homing beacon for Ed’s prostate, because he was able to pound it relentlessly whenever he had Ed under him, until Ed was screaming and huffing, ready to come at a moments notice, whether Roy was feeling magnanimous enough to jerk him off or not. The feeling was electric, and overwhelming, like being stroked but from the inside. Like getting fucked and fucking at the same time. Ed would personally recommend that any guy should experience it at least once.

“Good, right?” he breathed, in the absence of a better adjective, massaging the clump of nerves and watching Roy squirm.

He dribbled yet more drool down his own chin, watching it bubble over his fingers as he pushed it inside Roy’s now stretched out hole, and scissored his digits a little to get him looser. Roy choked on his own spit, probably at the feeling of the cool saliva being spat down on him, and his hole being further opened up, and Ed pressed further kisses along his tail-bone and the rounded soft skin of his ass-cheeks, and then scrunched up his nose a little in concentration as he nudged one more finger in against the two already in there.

“That’s! -” Roy huffed. Ed made an encouraging sound as he twisted, scissored and fucked his three fingers in and out of him, and Roy once more erupted into goosebumps. “Sir! It’s too much,” he whined.

Ed swallowed thickly as he stilled his fingers. It was kind of insanely hot that he hadn’t told Roy his name. That it forced Roy into calling him sir. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to develop Roy’s rank-kink himself.

“You want to stop?” he asked.

Roy took a long moment to answer. His body was very tense, and it looked for a moment as if he might say yes. That actually just cuddling was beginning to sound really good. But then he silently shook his head, his cheeks red as ever at confessing how much he was actually enjoying the feelings of being fucked. Ed gave him a moment more to adjust, muttering out encouragements about how well he was doing, and how he needed to try and relax a little more. Eventually, the boy did so, allowing his muscles to loosen, and his body to sag a little.

“There we go,” Ed mumbled, like he was talking to a child and not the cadet he was about to fuck.

He dragged his fingers back out and heard Roy whine at the feeling, and then thrust them back in and got a choked off gasp of pleasure. He was so much more reactive than his older self. Honestly, what the fuck had gone wrong? If Roy could be this perfectly honest in his needs and wants at thirty-five, Ed would never worry again that he was doing a good enough job in bed. But then again, he’d also probably never leave the bed if Roy reacted like this at thirty-five. He’d spend the rest of his short life bumping uglies with the man, and die of dehydration and too many orgasms. But he’d die happy, so there’d be that.

He frowned down at where his fingers were fucking the teenager, wondering if he needed to go for a forth finger. It was Roy’s first time with a guy, and he didn’t have a lot of lube. If he’d thought this through he would have brought toys. Taken his time. Maybe spent days just having Roy walk around with a plug in, getting used to something in his ass. Not that the General had given him the same courtesy. The first time they’d fucked Roy had taken him up against the wall in the bathroom stall of some bar they’d both found themselves in. Both of them had been way too horny and ready for it, and surprised that the other was willing to get nasty, to think about going home and edging it out. It had been quick, and dirty, and had set the tone for their future hook ups. The difference was, by the time he was bouncing up and down on Mustang’s thick shaft in a grungy pub bathroom, Ed wasn’t exactly a virgin.

He dragged out his fingers one last time, and didn’t try for four. He was as in denial about how much he packing as any guy, but he could admit that he wasn’t exactly hung like a horse. Or a Mustang , for that matter. Roy would be fine. He scrambled for the tiny phial of lube that had come back with him to the past and clicked the cap open, pouring half of it directly on to his cock, and then another quarter on to his fingers, which he pushed two of back inside of Roy, making the boy whimper delightfully again, his toes curling against the sheets. It was just basic lube, nothing fancy or far-reaching, but it would be cooler than his saliva, and much better at alleviating the burn of having foreign bodies in your asshole, allowing his fingers to go deeper than they had before. He jacked himself off with his other hand, spreading the lube over his dick, trying to coat every inch of it, and gripped himself at the base as he lined himself up, pushing the firm mushroom head of his cock against the furl of his rim, up against where his fingers were still inside.

The rather dark thought that he should try and stuff himself inside alongside his fingers took him by surprise. The possessiveness, and the need to claim, and bite, and mark, wasn’t new. He felt all those things for the older Roy too. But he’d just been worried about being a good lover for this young version, and jumping the teenager right to basically having a dick and half inside of his virginal asshole wasn’t even in the realm of being a kind partner. It didn’t stop the thoughts, though, of how good Roy would look, stretched out and writhing not only on his cock, but on more than his cock. Stuffed full of dick and fingers, maybe a toy. God, maybe two cocks. If they could recreate the time-array that had brought Ed here, could he bring the older version of Roy back too? Have the younger version between them, with both of them rubbing against each other, inside of this beautiful boy…

He almost got lost in the fantasy, imagining Roy messy and desperate for them, setting up a sick rhythm of each of them slipping and sliding against each other as one thrust in and the other dragged himself out, feeling the churn of his arse being turned out, getting worked over by both of their cocks. Fuck, and maybe when they’d bought this boy to the brink and sent him tumbling over the edge with both of them thrusting inside of him, Ed could get a turn on being in the middle too.

He had to breathe deeply to bring himself back to the present, bringing out his fingers in a slow slide as he pushed past his own digits to thrust inside, giving into the temptation, just for a moment, to have both of them pushing past each other with Roy’s tight rim circling it all. The boy’s answering whine at the overwhelming feeling was nothing short of perfection, and although he had been planning on only rocking in a little bit – fucking him shallowly until he got used to the stretch of his cock – all of a sudden he felt himself bottoming out.

He swore quietly, gripping the boy’s hips to keep him still, bending forward to place an apology kiss between his shoulder blades, and using every aspect of his self control not to pull out and slam back into his beautiful body.

“You okay, Roy?” he asked, noting the sheer rubber-band tension of his body, and how his face was buried amongst his own covers.

Then, to Ed’s ardent surprise, his little lover pushed his ass back even further, grinding Ed’s cock just that tiny bit further inside of him, going so deep Ed was seeing stars of pleasure bursting behind his eyes. Fucking hell, and he had thought he was a cock-slut. Roy pulling out this move on his very first time being fucked said a lot about the kid and his lewd little body. His eyes rolled back a little in his head as he gripped hard onto Roy’s hips, this time to keep himself still, because otherwise he was going to absolutely fucking wreck this boy, and would feel like an absolute asshole afterwards. He grunted in response as Roy sighed daintily into his own sheets.

“Sir, please…”

Ed was really beginning to understand why the older Mustang was such a sadist, because if Ed acted anything like the Roy now underneath him did, Ed want would to fuck him up too. He got it. Right now, he wanted to hurt Roy. Not irreparably, and not psychotically, but enough to rough him up a bit. To show him not to trust any random soldier who happened to outrank him, or let them into his bed. He wanted to bruise him, and scratch him, and bite him, until he was littered in marks that claimed him as Ed’s. He wanted to hear Roy call him ‘sir’ over and over again whilst he pounded into him. Until Roy was screaming, begging and pleading to be allowed to come. Because Ed had no fucking doubt that his perfectly neat cadet would only let himself lose control when he’d been granted permission. He was such a good little soldier. Ed wanted to mess him up so badly it was like a physical need in his chest.

He grabbed the pathetic excuse for a pillow from its perfect position at the top of the bed and stuffed it under Roy’s nose.

“Hold on tight and bite down,” he instructed, before he let himself stop worrying about being the perfect gentleman, and gave in to the things Roy’s body was telling him it wanted.

Roy immediately gathered the thin slab of cushion towards him, hugging it like a comfort item, as his mouth opened in a choked off sound, and he did, in fact, have to clamp down on the slightly scratchy material of the military issue pillow case to stop the worst of a pitched scream from actually expelling itself out of his mouth. Ed set up a punishing rhythm, sliding out and punching back in with fast, hard snaps of his hips that felt amazing no matter which side of the coin you were on. The General sometimes fucked him like this, when Ed had been particularly bratty. Ed called it hate-sex, even though he knew Roy didn’t hate him. He was just fucking him like he did. And it usually led to Ed coming his brains out without even being touched, and Roy tumbling after him in record time. This type of fucking was all about chasing the high. Quick and dirty, and fun.

Roy was clearly into it, too, judging by the constant moaning coming from below him, despite the pillow in his mouth. He looked so good, held in place, with the long lines of his back arched beautifully and beads of sweat dripping down his spine towards his neck. Ed wanted to dip his head and lick them off him, but doing so would falter his rhythm, and Roy was moaning like a fucking porn-star, getting higher and louder with every snap of Ed’s hips. And every thrust seemed to take Ed even deeper into his guts, and was sending jolts of electric pleasure up through his cock and out across his entire body. If he stopped his rhythm now he’d lose the chase, and he was close – so fucking close.

Then Roy pushed his ass back once more, meeting Ed’s thrust head on, and the resulting shock of pleasure had both of them gasping. Ed didn’t let up on his bruising grip on the boy’s hips, but Roy was still able to rock on his knees to keep meeting his thrusts, and it was an embarrassingly short time later that Ed could feel the intense feeling of electricity building inside of him, signalling he was about three seconds away from not being able to stave off the impending orgasm. Which felt fucking amazing, but was going to be really embarrassing in about twenty seconds, because he hadn’t even touched Roy yet, and there was no way that boy was going to able to finish without at least a little stimulation to his own dick. And finishing before the cadet wasn’t something he wanted on his permanent record.

He breathed heavily through his nose as he eased off, and then out of the teenager, a crease between his brows as he concentrated on not blowing his load all over Roy’s pale cheeks. It took a lot of effort, but he was able to bring himself back from the edge by gripping himself painfully hard at the base of the shaft. Thanks in no small part to ‘edging’ being one of the General’s favourite things to do with Ed, getting back from an imminent orgasm was something he had a lot of practice doing. He really hadn’t realised just how much his man’s messed up bedroom habits were going to come in handy for the one time Ed decided to get his rocks off elsewhere. Not that fucking a younger version of the same man really counted as ‘elsewhere’.

“Sir?” Roy asked, turning his head to look over his own shoulder at Ed, panting heavily.

He looked a little worried that perhaps the pleasure portion of the evening was over, but Ed just grabbed one of his knees with his still slightly more muscled left hand and threw him over himself until he was on his back, looking up at Ed with those pretty eyes framed with dewy lashes, like he’d been crying a little before. Ed really hoped that was a good crying, like the overwhelmed and lost in pleasure crying that Ed sometimes did when he was getting fucked all the way down into sub-space. Otherwise he had a lot of making up to do. He put a gentle hand on the boy’s cheek and gave him an affectionate look, as Roy tried to breathe through the change in pace.

“You still good, cadet?”

“Yes, sir,” Roy replied immediately, but Ed could detect the tiny little bit of mischief behind the words that reminded Ed very much of the older version.

He smirked down at the kid in amusement, before hooking his hands under the boy’s knees and practically folding him in half to get back to what they were doing. This time, with Roy’s face in view, he could watch as Roy became lost in the pleasure. It was harder for him to move on his back, and as Ed rolled his hips down, rocking into him, he couldn’t reciprocate the way he had before. Ed liked it that way. Liked that Roy just had to lie there and take it from him, gasping and whining out needy little noises, as he tried to hide his face. Ed collected his slim wrists and held them securely in one hand above his head to stop that behaviour. He had enough of that from the General, who hid all of his emotions behind the blank mask of professionalism: he wasn’t going to stand for the cadet version trying to do the same by physically covering his beautifully expressive face.

And Roy’s face really was gorgeous, with colour high on his cheeks, and his eyebrows furrowed down as he focused on the intense pleasure of being thoroughly dominated. Despite the fact that Ed was no longer holding him in position, his ankles were still up by his ears, and Ed had to give him props for being that flexible, with his hips practically lifted off the bed as Ed ground into him again and again, leaning forwards to trap his cock between their abdomens, letting the hard muscles of his stomach stimulate him. It was clearly better than nothing, because Roy’s moans turned pitched and breathy in the same way his older-self’s did just before he came. And holy fuck, if Roy came just from that Ed was going to insist on changing things up the second he got home to his own time. He wouldn’t be able to get the image of the man coming like that out of his head, ever, he was sure of it.

Unfortunately for Ed, and perhaps luckily for the General’s ass, it didn’t look like Roy was actually going to make it just from having his cock rubbed between them. It was going to need some finesse. But this angle, too, didn’t give Ed good access for getting his conquest off. And Ed was getting close himself once more. With each time he staved himself from the edge, the quicker he built back up to it. He grunted a little as he gave a couple more hard thrusts down into Roy’s tight heat, and then once more pulled out. This time, Roy made an annoyed sound, and Ed couldn’t help but chuckle as he settled back into a seated position on the bed, and patted his lap expectantly. Roy was still so wonderfully self-conscious, blushing prettily as he struggled up on to his knees, and then crawled forwards to carry out yet another of Ed’s thinly veiled orders. As he drew closer, Ed put his finger and thumb under his chin and pinched slightly, forcing him into looking up at him so he could get a good look at the lust in his eyes.

“Turn around, sweetheart,” he ordered, and Roy shivered in arousal, and this time when he responded with ‘yes sir’ there was no hint of cheekiness about him.

It was slightly awkward to get into the position, but Roy turned himself around, and shuffled backwards with his knees either side of Ed’s lap, until Ed was able to pull him down onto his cock, stuffing him full once more as Roy allowed himself to sit down on the shaft. The boy whimpered at the feeling, and the new angle, and Ed licked a long, wet stripe up his neck as he reached around Roy’s slim waist to get better access to his body, rolling his hips up a little as Roy raised himself on shaking thighs and let gravity take him back down again. Fuck, that felt good. Ed was going to be gone in minutes, and he really wasn’t sure he could stave off an orgasm a third time, so he really needed to get Roy there. He used one hand to pinch at a nipple, making Roy claw behind himself at Ed’s thigh, and the other he spat on before taking a firm hold of the cadet’s cock and stroking just the way he knew his older self loved.

“Oh, oh fuck, oh my god , sir. Sir!” Roy practically squealed, clearly not able to deal with the dual stimulation of being worked over both from the front and behind.

Roy had been rising himself on shaky thighs to keep up the thrusting of Ed’s cock in his ass, but he stopped at being overwhelmed from Ed’s attentions, so Ed just sort of rocked his hips up into his ass-cheeks, grinding his cock deep inside the boy, until Roy was a babbling mess, spilling over his hand, his rim clenching around him in a euphoric little flutter that had Ed mouthing at his shoulder as he, too, finally allowed himself to tumble over the edge.

Afterwards, when Roy went boneless against him, and he had to manhandle him back into a lying position, Ed sat upright on his knees, and admired the boy whose eyes kept slipping closed. He used a corner of Roy’s previously perfectly neat duvet to wipe his hand and messy cock off on, and tucked his spent cock back into his trousers, zipping up around it incredibly carefully. The boy on the bed also met the remit of ‘previously’ perfectly neat, and now he was just as messy and debauched as Ed had been hoping for. His short hair was sticking up at all angles in sweaty spikes, his body littered in little bites and finger-mark bruises. There were long stripes of sperm over his stomach, and a pool of Ed’s own spunk settled between his thighs.

Roy’s half-lidded gaze sharpened again as Ed leant forwards, gathered some of the semen leaking out of him on two of his fingers, and pushed it back inside the now puffy rim of his asshole.

“Sir,” he said, dragging out the one syllable word on a breathy sigh at the ceiling, even as his legs instinctively spread once more.

Ed got the impression that if he’d asked for another round, he wouldn’t be denied, even though everything must have been super oversensitive for the cadet by then. Even knowing that, he gathered more of the thick, creamy spunk from between his thighs and tried thrusting that back into him too, fucking his fingers in and out of him slowly, using his own cum as lube. Roy whimpered and whined gently, like he couldn’t tell if he wanted what was happening or not. He circled his fingers around the inside of his fucked out hole, making Roy moan with a scrunched up brow, and prodded at his prostate a little.

“Please,” Roy whimpered, his limp dick twitching at the internal stimulation, although Ed couldn’t tell if that was a ‘please keep going’ or a ‘please stop’. He leant down, capturing the boy’s lips in a dirty, sloppy kiss, still fingering him lightly.

“If I had my way you’d never leave this bed again,” he promised against his kiss-bruised lips. Roy put his fingers feather light against his cheek, and looked at him for a long moment, so much uncertainty in his eyes that Ed’s fingers stilled inside him, and his breath caught in his throat.

“Is that what it’s like, in the future?” he asked, quietly, like he couldn’t believe he was accepting that Ed actually was from the future. “Is this what I do?”

“Is what what you do?” Ed replied, settling down next to him on his side, keeping himself a little elevated by bending his elbow and leaning the side of his head on his hand. He pulled his fingers out, making the boy gasp delightfully, and grinned down at him, but Roy wasn’t grinning back.

“This,” he mumbled, waving a very lazy hand between them, but as he spoke his consternation grew. “Spending my days getting fucked by a State Alchemist. Being the fuck-toy of a higher-up. I just let you fuck me without even knowing your name. I mean… fraternisation laws exist for a reason, don’t they? No one’s going to promote me if I’m your boyfriend, will they? And if I do get promoted they’re all going to think it’s just because I sucked you off. I don’t… I don’t understand how I let myself be that.”

Ed rose an eyebrow at him.

“I mean clearly you do understand,” he mumbled, since he hadn’t forced Roy into bed. The kid had gone willingly with someone he thought was a State Alchemist from the get-go. It wasn’t too much of a stretch to think that, had the timeline gone differently, Roy would have fallen into bed with any good-looking higher-up who showed an interest, and maybe that could lead to this cadet, who clearly had a body that enjoyed getting fucked, becoming one of the many soldiers who found themselves stuck on the lower levels because they’d got themselves mixed up with a CO who didn’t care one iota for their side-piece’s career. This was before Ishval, before Roy set his sights on the top, and got the convictions that made him the man Ed had fallen for. Or, fuck, there were those pesky feelings again. Ed always got soppy after sex. He sighed down at the younger version of Roy. “Actually, in the future, you’re a General,” he admitted.

Roy sat himself up on his elbows, eyes going wide at Ed.

“Seriously?” he asked, and Ed nodded. “Then what rank are you ?” he asked, eyes raking over Ed’s body, and clearly trying to figure out how someone who was only a young adult could still be his higher-up. If Roy was a General in the future, and Ed was his superior, that basically put Ed firmly in the position of Fuhrer. Roy clearly came to that same conclusion, because his eyes went impossibly wide at the future he was evidently imagining.

“Civilian,” Ed snorted, dispelling those thoughts, and when Roy’s eyes darkened in clear confusion mixed with anger, he added: “Ex State Alchemist, I did earn my watch.”

“Beginning to get worried you’re a stalker again,” Roy teased him gently, lying back down against the pillow he’d earlier been biting. Ed hummed his acceptance of that. Roy chuckled at the ceiling, sleepily. “General Roy Mustang, huh? Who… still gets fucked into next week by a civilian. Heck, sounds like my life turned out alright.”

Ed sent the side of his face a very affectionate smile. He might be confessing to some little white lies, but there was no way in hell he was telling Roy that in reality the older version of him wouldn’t let him near his ass even if he begged and pleaded for it. He had no idea how long he was going to be stuck in the past, and if he did confess that, then this version of Roy might start following in his older version’s footsteps. For now, he’d hold on to that truth, because he was hopeful that when they woke up in the morning, before Roy had to get to morning drills, they could go in for round two. That way he could sneak into the parade ground and watch Roy jog around that track trying desperately not to let Ed’s spunk dribble down his thighs. That would be a sight to see.

He was going to make his intentions clear there, because he wanted Roy to wake up ready for that action, but Roy’s eyes had slipped closed again, and his breathing had evened out, and Ed realised this cute previously virginal kid was already asleep. He smirked to himself proudly at knowing he was the reason the boy was conked out. He spared a two-second thought for the room-mate, who would likely turn up at the door any moment and see the sock and get turned away again, before he settled himself properly down in the bed next to his sleeping cadet. He still didn’t have a bed for the night otherwise, and the room-mate could always bunk in with another soldier in their room, it would be fine. He slung an arm over Roy’s slim, still-naked waist, pulled him close, and settled down to sleep.

When he woke up, he realised once more just how much fucking trouble he was in.

There he was again in the middle of the parade ground, this time naked from the chest up and without his boots, frowning down at the array that had bought him back as he scrambled to his feet. He still didn’t remember going through the gate, but his state of undress and the fact that it was now the early hours of the morning, going by the just rising sun, suggested that whatever had just happened with time had not been a dream. He spotted the Temporal Alchemist at the edge of the array, looking insanely relieved that the transmutation had worked, with the General Roy Mustang himself lording it over him, his hand poised to click threateningly. Ed watched as the man’s posture relaxed on seeing him, and then looked around for his coat. His agitation only grew as he realised it had not, apparently, come back to the future with him. All of the things that had been in the pocket of his coat, then, would also be stuck in the past. The bottle of machine oil, the 520 cenz, the spare screws for his leg, and, most notably, his watch.

He stepped out of the array just as Mustang dragged Temporal up by his collar, and a couple of his lackeys took the man away, slapping handcuffs on him, and not the fun kind that Roy had in a drawer in his bedroom.

“You don’t seem surprised to see me back,” he commented as Roy gave him an unimpressed little frown. Behind him, Hawkeye, ever present at his side, gave him a much warmer expression of welcome back. “Were you even worried about me?” he added, and then felt kind of stupid, like he was a whiny side-chick who got upset that they weren’t the main focus of their man’s eye.

“I knew exactly where you were,” the General told him with a critical look. He grabbed his arm and led him a bit further away from the gathered crowd before adding, “and when you were.”

Ed grinned up at him.

“So you remember that then.”

And Ed would die and go happily, because at that moment a pinprick of colour actually alighted on the General’s cheeks, clearly remembering that night, that was so long ago for the older man, and only last night for Ed. The colour even suggested that he remembered it fondly, which was a win. The General cleared his throat meaningfully, trying to wrestle back some of his patented control.

“I do,” he admitted, sounding like even admitting that much was a strain. “I don’t think I believed you were from the future until I found your watch, and read the inscription inside,” he added, and from the folds of his overcoat he produced Ed’s own watch.

“You kept it,” he all but gasped. Roy refused to look at him, but the colour on his cheeks seemed to grow as he shoved the watch at Ed and Ed was forced into taking it off him.

Ed wanted to take him a part all over again. He might not be the cute little cadet any more, but he was still insanely good looking at thirty-five, and there was something to be said for dismantling that careful shield of professionalism and having Roy under him once more. He remembered wanting to wake up and fill Roy up with his come once again, watching him run around the parade ground with it leaking out of him. The imagery was just as good if he imagined the General in place of the cadet. In fact, Roy was still required to join a daily run, at the end of the day, when the officers took their turn around the parade ground track, meaning Ed still had time to make that fantasy a reality.

“You never said anything,” he commented, crossing his arms as they walked even further from the crowd. “This whole time we’ve been doing it, and you never even mentioned that that time in the pub wasn’t our first time together. And when I was under your command, taking my marching orders from you, you never mentioned that you already knew me?”

If anything, Roy seemed to get even more uncomfortable at this line of questioning. He turned to Ed with a rather bitchy glare on his features.

“ You didn’t even leave me a name!” he hissed, betraying how much waking up with Ed gone must have affected him, back then. “I didn’t even know it was you until you were like… sixteen. And then how do you tell a kid that one day he’s going to go back in time and fuck your brains out?”

“Brains out, huh?” Ed smirked, and Roy got that look in his eyes like he was already devising the cruel and unusual punishment he was going to use to get his revenge. Ed let his expression drop into something a little more placating and submissive. “You really didn’t know it was me, when you met me?”

“When you were eleven ?” Roy huffed, raising one eyebrow as if he couldn’t believe Ed was so stupid. “Believe it or not, I didn’t look at a child missing two of his limbs and immediately jump to the conclusion that you were the same man I lost my virginity to, no.”

Ed rolled his eyes at him, even as he was grinning.

“You were a lot cuter back then,” he grumbled, trying to pout but finding he was smiling too hard to do so.

“I’ll give you cute ,” Roy threatened him, striding with long, purposeful steps away from the parade ground and making Ed scramble to catch up.

Please, give me cute, he thought to himself, watching the man’s behind shift under his military blues as he walked away. It might take him a while, he realised, but with that one night still fresh in his mind, he was determined to make switching it up a reality for the relationship he currently had with the General, too. Seeing Roy under him once more, this time the thirty-five year old General version, would be worth any grovelling he had to do to get there.

“So, just for my records,” he began, because it was always worth at least testing the waters. “How likely am I to get a repeat of last night?”

Roy spared him a very consternated look, as they turned out of the parade ground and started walking along the street outside HQ, towards where Roy had parked his car yesterday afternoon for the display.

“Last night where we had shower sex and you came whilst I had my cock down your throat, or last night eighteen years ago?” he asked, as if the answer didn’t matter all that much to him.

“Last night for me , when you came bouncing on my cock, taking my orders,” he elaborated with a cheeky grin, and watched as his usually cool and collected General flushed a rather deep red at the reminder of his very obvious rank-kink.

He turned to Ed then, stopping in the street as the sun rose on the horizon, looking as beautiful as Ed had ever seen him, bathed in the fiery glow. It looked like he was really trying to wrestle control back over his features as he leaned in and spoke rather sensually into Ed’s ear.

“I don’t take orders from civilians,” he insisted, and somehow that got Ed hard in his trousers. Dammit, this was not going the way he had hoped. But then Roy sighed, and the sound of it was as dainty as it had been when he was just an eighteen year old cadet getting fucked from behind. “But maybe… maybe I could take orders from you.”

Ed leant back a little so he could look Roy in the eyes and search his face for any hint that what had just been said was a lie. That maybe Ed was dreaming. But Roy looked painfully honest, for the first time in Ed life, like he himself couldn’t believe that somehow Edward Elric was the idiot who was special enough to inspire a deviation from his normal bedroom habits. Like he was mortified to have to say it out loud, that he’d be willing to change things up a little. Ed felt his face go soft at the idea of it. Not the sex, or the fact that this definitely meant Roy wanted him to take more control in the bedroom, just the fact that Roy was willing to bend for him. He knew the General wasn’t a kisser, but he simply couldn’t help himself as he leant upwards, grabbed a hold of the man’s collar and pulled him down to mash their faces together. And despite saying before that he didn’t do kissing with casual hook-ups, Roy still melted into it, wrapping his arms around Ed’s waist to deepen it, right there in the middle of the street.

“I love you,” Ed confessed, the words falling out of him without his permission in a breathy whisper against the older man’s lips. Roy pressed their foreheads together, and Ed felt anxiety spike in his chest, as he began talking feverishly, trying to back track. “I mean, it’s not a big deal, I just stupidly went and caught feelings, I guess. But I won’t let it get in the way or anything, I swear, I just thought I should tell you, because I’ve been thinking about it, but -”

“Edward,” Roy interrupted in his deep rumble, back in control now. He pressed a chaste kiss to Ed’s forehead, and it was the gentlest he had ever treated Ed. Kissing him with no expectation of anything more. “I’ve waited eighteen years to hear you say that.”

“Oh,” Ed replied, stunned. Fuck, he’d definitely imprinted on this idiot. He couldn’t even find it in himself to feel guilty about that.

“Yeah,” Roy replied, not looking at all put out by the confession, and then his expression darkened in that wonderfully dominant look he got whenever he was pissed at Ed. “Now let’s go home. You’re still in a lot of trouble for running into an unknown transmutation circle, you know that right?”

Hmmm, okay, having a repeat of last night could wait, he guessed. Ed wanted to see where that led, first.