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31) Mine

Ed turned around in the loosening embrace and felt his heart drop. The eyes looking into his were not the light blue ones he had been longing for but the onyx blue ones that had never left his side since Jean abandoned him.

“Mustang, I can’t. Why don’t you just leave me alone?” Ed said with a heavy heart.

Mustang cupped his face with cold wet hands, hands that felt so wrong in every way and replied, “But I want you Ed. Havoc doesn’t but I do. Can’t you see it?”

It was true, Jean didn’t even want to look at him anymore, but that didn’t mean Ed was ready to replace the void Jean left in his heart.

“I can see it,” Ed replied, “but you don’t love me. You never have.” His voice was without passion or conviction, all of that being washed away with the rain and the dreary weeks of heart break.

Ed felt overcome with a state of indifference.

What did it matter if Roy Mustang wanted him? Should he be honoured or something just a ridiculous that the man he spent his entire youth chasing turned him away like trash and was suddenly there to pick him back up when he was tossed aside again?

Roy Mustang, a man with words for every occasion, never ceased to disappoint. “Love? Men like us can’t love Ed. We strive and reach for things that we can’t have. We are greedy and ambitious. You of all people should know of greed. No, men like us don’t love, we want. And I want you like I have never wanted anything in my life. The lengths you went through to become my inside man in Central prove that you want me too. Stop running from the truth Ed and live this life you have created for both of us!”

Mustang pulled him into a hard and raw kiss. It was more of the colonel trying to suck off his face than a passionate embrace. Ed gasped for air but that only allowed a venturing tongue to invade his mouth, covering ground like a hurricane, ravaging everything in its path.

Ed shoved him away, hard and Mustang hit the pavement hard on his ass.

With hard eyes and an accusing finger, Edward told his childhood idol exactly what he thought of the man. “This is how it is, Mustang. I loved you for your ambition, a lot like your crew, but I don’t fucking want you anymore. You are this bright and shiny unreachable thing that people dream of having but can’t. I just want someone who is only mine, not only mine when something more important doesn’t come up. You have nothing to give Mustang, only the will to take. I love Jean because I could have all of him and give him all of me. I know that’s gone but I am not so desperate as to take the next thing that comes along. Now get out of here before I shove my foot so far up your ass your eyes pop out.”

Ed spun on his heel and turned to leave but that same cold hand grabbed his to hold him back. At the end of his patience, Ed clenched his fist and turned to bury it into Mustang’s face, but someone beat him to it. The thick frigid rain stuck Ed’s bangs to his face, making it hard to see who the third party was.

Short blond hair glinted off the lamp light and Ed’s mind shouted, ‘Jean!’

Edward would recognize those broad shoulders and straight back anywhere. He had spent the last few weeks looking at nothing but that back, wishing for it to turn around. And it did.

He shivered from the obvious cold and Ed held his breath, unable to say a word. Edward just thought the same phrase over and over again in a desperate tone: Why was he here?

“You have something of mine,” Jean declared strongly.

Edward’s mind raced in circles until it landed on the soft passenger in his pocket. He withdrew Moxie, feeling both angry Jean was coming for the bear now and that Ed no longer had the will to force Jean to listen to his side of the story. That had been the plan after all when he kidnapped the bear, but now it was too late. Ed would hand over the animal and let Jean walk out of his life for good because Ed loved him. You don’t cage people you love.

“Here,” Ed held Moxie out like one would offer a sword, with two hands. Jean gave him a funny look and place his hands on the bear also but didn’t take them away.

“You think I came for that?” He asked in surprise.

Ed looked away and hung his head. “Why else would you talk to me?”

Jean gripped his wrists over the stuffed animal and kissed him chastely on the cheek. Ed stood completely frozen.

Jean spoke in soft, well thought out words like he had been rehearsing them for ages. “I have always been yours and I knew that. I was hopelessly owned and loved every moment of it. But that’s not right because I want you to mine too. So now I’m here, staking my claim and asking you to let me love you like you have loved me all along.”

Ed smiled widely and threw his arms around his lover’s neck, kissing him deeply. Jean hugged him back and picked Ed up slightly.

It was a perfect moment like the moving picture shows. Mustang sat dejected and knew that he could never compete. He was jealous but no longer felt the need to come between them. He stood up and walked away, allowing their love to go untarnished by his unwanted presence.

The only real witness to their reunion was the poor soaked bear that was picked up only a moment later and brought home by both his owners.

A/N: I want to take a moment to thank you all for reading this so far. When I started Epsilon it was only something to do one afternoon while watching a movie, just a little writing exercise. Who knew it would accumulate such a following. This series has attracted a lot of new readers to my fic collection and it makes me smile every time I get a review for an older fic when I update this one.

Now that Jean and Ed are left to their happily ever after, what will happen to poor Roy? The next fic is call Delta... because I'm keeping with my theme here. Delta is the name of the prompt table. The first chapter will be up tomorrow and it will be the fifty 1 sentence chs. If you guys really like it I may make this a quadruplet for kicks and squeals with another sequel of 100 word chapters.

I love symmetry too much I think.

So please join Roy as the tale continues with him and his own office affair. Bonus points for whoever can guess who I'm pairing him with. AND NO IT IS NOT ARMSTRONG SILKY! Or a female. Or a OC.

Okay, I'm going. Goodnight.

-rix the demon