A Change of Heart

Chapter 13

Ken left the open fields beyond the town, and returned to Mustang's apartment when it began to grow dark. 

He stood before the apartment complex, gazing up at the door, one of several lined up on the second level. Mustang's apartment. 

...and now my home Ken thought glumly.

He bowed his head, trudging forwards wearily and up the stairs.

He came to the second level, walking down the path below the flickering lights. He paused before the correct door and opened it.

It was dark inside the apartment. Ken glanced to the side, seeing Mustang lying back against the sofa with his leg over the back.

He turned his head slowly towards Ken, who stood in the doorway watching him. Mustang lay there shirtless; his lean and muscular chest was bare. It was a hot evening, and the air felt humid.

Ken saw on the floor beside Mustang several empty bottles. His attention flickered back to Mustang. Ken was about to speak, when another figure entered the room.

Ken immediately recognised the figures as the one he had seen earlier that day, the one that had called Mustang to him.

'Hey' Roy said, sucking on a cigarette. 'What are you doing here?'

'He lives here' Mustang slurred, swinging his head.

'Does he want to join in?' Roy asked.

'Nah' Mustang said, '...he's not into that sort of thing.'

'Hm' Roy said. 'That's a shame.'

Ken closed the door behind him, glaring at Mustang. 'Have you no self respect?'

'Clearly I don't' Mustang grumbled, turning away.

It seemed they had quickly forgotten about Ken then, as Roy knelt on the sofa, leaning over Mustang.

Ken turned his head away, dropping his bag by the front door and marching away as the couple began to kiss.

He went to the room that was now his, closing the door behind him and lying down on the bed.

It was dark in the room, and Ken sat there quietly, resting his head on his folded arm, listening to the noises coming from beyond the door.

He fell asleep shortly after.

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He didn't know how much time has passed until he was woken again. Ken jerked as he woke abruptly, turning on his back to see Mustang leaning over him, shirtless, but thankfully with the rest of it still on.

'Shhh' Mustang placed his fingers over Ken's mouth as he drew a breath to talk. 'It's alright. He's gone now.'

'You reek of sweat' Ken hissed, grabbing his shoulder to push him again, but Mustang's hand curled around his wrist to stop him.

'It was hot' he smirked, 'really hot.'

'Don't touch me' Ken snapped, raising his voice.

'But I want you' Mustang drooled, grabbing Ken's other wrist and leaning closer to him, bearing over him.

Ken who had been trying to sit up, slumped back down onto the bed, glaring at him.

'I want you' Mustang moaned at him, tightening his hold on him, nails digging in. '...I want you...'

'You're drunk' Ken told him shortly.

'And you're handsome....'

Ken tensed suddenly, balling his fists as Mustang placed his lips over his mouth. He turned his head away, breaking away and drawing a deep breath of air.