Hello and welcome to my first Fullmetal Alchemist fic! If you weren't aware from the description, it's a RoyEd fic. Which means that two guys are going to fall in love and do dirty, dirty things. So please, now that you know this, no flaming. Constructive critisism is fine, but don't review it to tell me that it's wrong for two men to be in love. I don't want to hear it.

Anyways, this entire fic is dedicated to RoyEd_Shipper. She's the Ed RPer to my Roy and we have so much fun (and drama) when we get together. She's an amazing writer so check out her RoyEd fic. Don't worry. I'm up her ass to work on it too XD

Much love to my beta Kyla-kins. She's awesome and I don't know if she has an account. She should though. Her writing is great =D

Also fair warning if you didn't read the description. There's going to be some graphic stuff happening in later chapters. I'll mention it before the chapter so if you don't want to read it, you don't have to. And as for the disclaimer, I do NOT own Fullmetal Alchemist or the characters. I wish I did though. Cause RoyEd would be SO CANNON! *ahem* Anyway, on to the story!!!

The battlefield: one of the loneliest, scariest places in the world. It was always stained in blood and body parts of enemies and comrades alike strewn about like they had no value, almost the same way as a spoiled child mistreats his toys. The bloody dirt that covered the ground outside the rebel faction seemed even darker in the dull gray that blocked the sun's rays which should have been welcoming the day. A soft, cool breeze blew through the empty field, which was inhabited on one side by the rebel faction, who had grown tired of the way Amestris had been ran, and the other by tents and trucks of the Amestris military who were there to protect their country. They enlisted with that intention in mind, at least most of them did.

The wind whipped at the canvas flap of the only open tent within the base camp, which is where the officers were currently having a meeting. A large cork board had been set up at the other end of the tent and the soldiers gathered for they're pre-dawn attack meeting at the other end. The only exception was the raven haired man standing next to the board, his arms crossed across his chest as he waited for the idle chatter to cease between his subordinates. The lamp hanging from the ceiling of the tent glistened against his eyes, revealing a bit of blue hidden within the black. His uniform was pressed to perfection and completely spotless and his boots were shined to the point of being able to see one's reflection in them. He took pride in his uniform and his rank; he worked hard to get where we was at such a young age.

"Alright, let's get started," he said in his usual commanding voice. The crowd silenced as soon as the voice was heard and all eyes were on the man on the opposite side of the tent. He unfolded his arms to reveal gloved hands, a red alchemy array stitched into the top of the white fabric. He was none other than Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist and the Hero of Ishbal. "Since we've arrived yesterday, we've been able to clear a path into the rebel's hideout. Unfortunately, there were some losses on our end."

He turned toward the map tacked to the board, and pointed to the entrance of the building's blueprints. "At this point, we're in a delicate situation. The higher ranking rebels don't use guns; they use alchemy. The only ones who use guns are the ones that protect against the intruders. Which means that only alchemists have the ability to fight against the high ranks. The plan is rather simple. Hawkeye. Havoc. Christopher. Marks. The four of you will cover the backs of the soldiers who are going to enter the building. Hawkeye will be the captain of the team. Any questions or concerns, you need to address her."

Riza Hawkeye was the first to step forward, a rifle with a sniper scope slung carefully over her shoulder. Her hand raised in immediate salute to her commanding officer. "Sir."

A tall lanky blonde stepped forward next, his blue eyes somehow brighter in the dull light of the tent. Just like Riza, he had a rifle hanging from his shoulder. "Chief, who's going in?"

"I'm getting there, Havoc." Roy turned back to the crowd. "Fuery, Falman, Breda. You three will do whatever you can to keep our communicators up and running. Fuery, since you're part of the technology department, you'll head the group. Now, there will be only two of us going in. We're the only two alchemists available at this point that are well enough and strong enough to take them down."

All the eyes in the room turned to a small blonde boy standing near the back of the group. For a moment, the golden eyed alchemist was cleaning his ear with his automail finger, but stopped once he had realized that all the eyes had been looking at him. The blonde braid swung as he took a few steps forward, his heavy black boots causing small dust clouds around his feet. "What did I miss?"

Roy let out an angered sigh. "Dammit, Fullmetal. You weren't listening! This is important! Or was it that you're too short to hear me that far back? I'm surprised you didn't get squashed back there."

A flash of red shot across the tent and when the blur came back into focus, Edward was standing on the tips of his toes trying to bring his face close to his superiors.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING A BUG SO SMALL THAT THEY'D GET CRUSHED BY A SPECK OF DIRT?!"

"Is there a problem, shrimp~?" asked Roy in a cocky tone as he lowered his face to Edward's. Everyone that worked under Roy saw the two fight every time they came within arms reach of each other, and sometimes they weren't even that close. Riza had seen it all too many times, and she knew that if it wasn't stopped now, it would blow out of proportion and now was not the time to be fighting amongst each other. She stepped forward, placing her small hand onto Edward's human shoulder. "Fullmetal, sir, this isn't the time to be fighting with each other. Can't we do this later when we're all back and safe in the office? And sir..." She paused as she looked over to her colonel with narrowed eyes. "You should know better. Now both of you knock it off."

"You're right, Lieutenant," sighed Roy. He stood up, straightening his posture and continued. "Fullmetal and I will be the ones infiltrating the hideout. The rest of you are to give assistance to where ever it is needed. Now, to get in there, Edward and I are going to sneak close enough to take out the guards. Those of you on Hawkeye's team are to cover us and those who aren't on Fuery's team are to cover them. Once we're inside, we'll clear a path for Hawkeye's team to follow. You four are not to enter until you are given the signal. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir!" was the only response in unison from the group.

"Then let's head out! We go in alive..."

"And we come out the same way!", responded the group.

The entire group, with the exception of Edward, began to file out of the tent, preparing and loading their guns for what was to come. Hawkeye had gathered her team and the rest of the soldiers who would be backing them up to run down their plan of action. Edward leaned against the wooden post in the center of the tent opening, his arms crossed over his chest. "I don't even know why I'm out here."

"Because you're in the military, Fullmetal," Roy replied as he walked across the tent adjusting his gloves. "It's not all office work and medial assignments."

"I know that, but there's other alchemists in the military."

"You were the only one besides me who wasn't on a mission already. You agreed to this life when you signed up. It's inevitable when you're a dog. You know that. Now let's get in there. The sooner we do this, the sooner we get the hell out of here and back to the stone."

Without another word, Roy exited the tent and was followed by Edward. The obsidian eyes of the colonel looked around at the other soldiers who were in position and giving him and Edward the go ahead. Roy looked over his shoulder and was greeted by the younger alchemist with a nod. Roy nodded back and both men began to sneak towards the entrance.

All seemed to be going according to plan, until one of the guards had noticed the bright red of Edward's coat. "Shit, they's comin' already...", grunted one of the men. He was tall and burly, thick black hair covering his head. "Blow da whistle."

"You got it," came the higher pitched response from next to him. The other man was rather short and thin, which was a major contrast to the other guard standing next to him. He lifted his small, scrawny hand, grabbed the whistle, and blew into it hard.

The rebels on the second floor had been startled awake at the shrill sound of the whistle, grabbing their guns once their minds had awaken slightly from their slumber. Once they had positioned their guns, they began to fire at the red cloak crouching behind a rock. "Dammit Mustang!"

"Not my fault you wore that damn thing, Fullmetal!," Roy yelled back.

Just as the gunfire from the rebels had started, Hawkeye signaled for her team to start firing back. Bullets whizzed through the air and the loud pops of gunfire echoed loudly in the quiet early morning. With Riza and Havoc behind the guns, a few of the rebels had been shot and were no longer able to fire. This gave Roy and Edward enough time to safely approach the guards. Both men made the same attack, a punch to the gut and a fist to the back of the head, as if the move had been rehearsed. The guards fell to the ground in an unconscious lump when both men looked towards each other with a smirk.

They didn't take long to celebrate their victories, however. This was a battlefield after all; they needed to get inside and take down the ringleaders so the battle would end. Roy and Edward ran through the door and were greeted with a long dark corridor. They continued their running pace down the hall, the thudding of their boots reverberating loudly off the bare walls. The only difference in the sound came from Edward's automail leg, which let out a louder thud then his human foot.

Roy had approached the end of the hall first, his longer legs giving him a wider stride to get there before his fellow alchemist. Edward was not far behind, and jogged to a stop behind his superior. "What's wrong? Why'd you stop?"

"The hall splits here. This wasn't on the blueprints, though."

"Well then, looks like we need to split up."

"That's one of the taboos of war. You never go alone."

"What choice do we really have? We're the only ones who can fight against these guys."

Roy let out a small sigh. "You're right. Let's split up. If you run into a bind, don't forget to call Fuery and request back up."

"Tch. Like I'd need back up. You forget who the hell you're talking to."

Before Roy had the chance to respond, Edward had taken the left corridor and took off running into the darkness. All the older man could do was smirk and shake his head. "Be careful, Fullmetal." He turned and began to run down the right hall, his eyes finally beginning to adjust to the lack of light in that part of the building. The sounds of his boots hitting the cement floor and his panting breath broke the almost eerie silence, but soon the sound of his boots pounding against the concrete turned into a short squeak as he skidded to a halt.

"Show yourself."

Nothing. He was greeted with silence but he knew his senses weren't wrong. As he ran, he felt something brush against the sleeve of his overcoat and if it was a rat, the thing was huge and he had no intention of fighting against it.

"I said, show yourself!"

His voice echoed but was still not acknowledged by the thing he had brushed up against. He had just started to think that he had imagined things when he heard a soft footstep. His fighting instincts kicked in and with a whip of his wrist and the snap of his fingers, the hall instantly illuminated and a curtain of flames shot down the hall. In the flickering orange light, he saw a shadow move into a perpendicular hall.

"What kind of coward hides in the shadows? Come out and fight like a man!"

It took a moment but Roy's request had been answered. The dark of the hall had once again been illuminated by alchemy, this time a bright blue flash was it's source. The passageway became dark almost as quick as it had lit up and within those few seconds, Roy felt himself being doused from head to toe in what felt like water.

"Shit..." He reached into his pocket and retrieved his matches, which had also been soaked through the fabric of his uniform. Before he even had a moment to pull his gun from the holster on his hip, three loud pops rang out from the gun in the rebel's hand, one of the bullets hitting Roy directly in the thigh and shattering his femur. He fell to his knees instantly, the pain overtaking the rational thoughts of his mind. His hands immediately grabbed his leg, the blood dripping through his fingers and starting to puddle on the floor.

Footsteps approached the wounded Mustang, stopping inches from his face. The booted foot swung forward and came into contact with Roy's mouth, the inertia causing Roy to slide back on the floor a few feet. "Yer that military dawg that does that thing wit da fire...Too bad for you..."

Shit! My communicator! The bloody gloved hand reached into his pocket, finding that the communicator had been soaked through as well. Dammit! How the hell am I going to-

His thoughts had been interrupted when the foot again came into contact with his face. "Nnnn!"

"Don't go reachin' into yer pockets like that. I should kill ya on the spot, but I think ya could be useful to the boss..." Again, the assailant lifted his foot and kicked forward, this time kicking Roy in the stomach.

I can't...lose consciousness...I have to...stay...awake...

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Uneven feet pounded against the ground as Edward ran forward through the darkness. A loud clap echoed against the thudding of his feet and a bright flash lit the dark hall. With a wave of his hand, a large steel blade protruded from his metal arm. He continued to run, soon slowing to a jog when a pinpoint of light at the end of the hall started to grow. The jog slowed to a walk as he entered a small, dusty room.

His golden eyes scanned the room, finding it void of windows and doors, other than the door he had entered through. A single light hung from the middle of the ceiling and old, dusty, broken furniture adorned the room. He took a few more steps into the room when the large metal door slammed closed behind him. It startled him, causing him to turn and look, giving the two men hidden in the room the advantage to attack. They jumped out simultaneously, attacking the blonde from either side.

Edward instantly reacted, swinging his fist at the tall bald man attacking from his left. His fist connected, sending the man flying across the room. He wasn't fast enough, however, to counter the attack of the other man. The long, black braid of the other attacker swung as he skidded behind Edward, wrapping his arm around the boy's neck and pulling him into a choke hold.

"Dammit! Let go of me, asshole!"

He had lifted his leg to kick his attacker in the shin, but was caught off guard when the first attacker swung his rifle like a baseball bat, hitting him directly in the temple. The boy lost consciousness immediately, falling limp in the black haired attacker's arms.

"I dunno what the boss was so worried about," said the bald man. "He was easy enough to take out."

"Should we kill 'em?"

"Na, let's take 'em to the dungeon. The boss can get some info outta 'em."

A/N: The line "We go in alive and we come out that way!" is from "I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry".

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