Waltzing into Hell

By: JMLMonkey

Disclaimer: I wonder if the creators of awesome stuff write FanFictions of their own series. Alas, I am not a creator of anything, just this story. Not written for profit, entertainment purposes only.

Timeline: This story takes place after the Promised Day.

Based off the 2009 anime/Manga series. There is one minor difference, you'll see.

Spoilers: Yes. Here and there.

Sexual stuff: It's not just randomly thrown in, as the chapters come up you will understand. There is a lot of meaning behind it. Thus, every chapter will have a warning to the content.

This is story is rated M: violence, gore, sexual content.

PS If you read, please review. I want to better my writing and hear what you think. Yay, motivation!

Chapter One: Call to Duty

Warning: Implied sex, sexual content, and language

Ed climbed up the ladder to the leaking roof. Hammer in hand, nails in the small cardboard box in his back pocket. He surveyed the shingles; it seemed the storm had shifted some. Sighing he pulled himself up. He did not mind physical labor but roof work was tedious. It could be completed much quicker, if he did not share a pact with his Brother to refrain from the use of alchemy. They considered it training, after the final battle with 'father' they realize how reliant they had become on alchemy. The experimental training became annoying within the first hour, currently they were on day two.

He peered over the edge in front of him to see if anyone was present. He smirked. Heh, they wouldn't know. Who comes up here anyway? He clapped his hands together. He was still surprised when he felt the sting on his right hand. The sweet arrays of light danced up. Oh thank alchemy!

"BROTHER!" Ed jumped nearly a foot, slipped and fell forward, face first on the newly fixed roof.

Al, the full bodied living flesh Al, was pulling himself up to join him, catching him red handed. "I came up to help you, and you are already breaking the rules! Plus, you're slipping, not even aware of your surroundings!" Ed chuckled, "Sorry, Al. Its roof work- you can't tell me you wouldn't have succumbed to the temptation to take care of the problem in five seconds when it takes hours!" His brother retaliated, "Would not!" Ed retorted, "Would too!" They both laughed, oh the memories. Ed fixed himself into a sitting position and Al joined next to him, both gazed out into Resembool horizon.

Al broke the silence, "So what's you plan now?" Ed shrugged, "I do love it here but I am too restless. Mustang referred me to a position in Central, I took it." Al nodded agreeing that his brother was indeed hyper active. He asked, "What about Winry?" Ed glanced around, "I was going to talk to her about it tonight. What are you going to do?" Al thought for a second, "I think I will do the same. We can be neigh-" something caught his attention. He squinted his eyes, "Looks like someone's coming." Ed saw it too. They both stood up. A black car was on its way to the house. They both started to climb down, by the time Ed's foot hit the ground the car squealed to a halt.

The doors opened, Sheska and another officer stepped out of the vehicle. Ed was evidently very puzzled as she greeted them, "Hey Ed, Al."

"Sheska? What are you doing here?" He noticed she was holding a brown envelope papers, wearing a very solemn look on her face while walking towards him, "I am sorry but your leave time has been cut short." She held out the envelope for him to take, "You have new orders. We're at war with Darchma." Ed stared at her and carefully took the papers from her, was Mustang kidding? This had to be a joke. Wait-no. For a moment he had forgotten, the signature on the papers reminded him that Mustang was no longer his commanding officer.

It was toasty warm where she was. On her side, arms holding her close, a steady heartbeat against her back; she ran her hands down his arms that they lay across her stomach. They were strong yet soft. Riza turned toward the sleeping Roy, no longer the Colonel, or her commanding officer. The Major General before her was the temporary adviser to the new Führer Grumman. She would be able to work with him again once his position as adviser of the Isbval region was established.

There was a knock on her door. Roy stirred; Riza wiped away some of his bangs and kissed him on the forehead as she reluctantly slipped out of his arms. Her voice rang out after she detangled herself from the sheets. "One minute!" She quickly put on descent clothes, put up her hair, walked through her living room, Black Hayate at her feet, and opened the door. When she did, the afternoon light hit her eyes, blinding her for a moment, putting her hand up to block out sun she looked at the two officers standing in front of her. They asked, "Major Hawkeye?" She nodded, "Yes?" Opening the door a little wider, they snapped to a salute.

"At ease, relax, its Saturday," after she said that, they hesitated, but she gave them a reassuring smile. They finally did, "We have documents to deliver to you." They handed them over with an apology, "Sorry to disturb you." They professionally turned on their heels and headed down the stairs. She gripped the brown envelope. This confirmed that Darchma did not agree to the ceasefire. She turned around, carefully shutting the door behind her. Mustang was standing in the middle of the living room, his eyes traveled to the envelope, the blood draining from his face. This would have never happened if she were under his command. She could not help but meekly smile, he was safe. His strong mind and heart for those who served the country were needed here in Central.

The shill of the phone, she rushed to it picking it up, "Hello this is-" Ed's voice interrupted her, "Major Hawkeye?"

"What's with the formalities, Ed?" She looked up to Roy, answering his curiosity, but this call from Ed was adding to his worry. She added, "Its Saturday." Roy was close enough now to hear Ed respond, "Yeah, well this Saturday sucks. Anyway, with the promotions everyone received its good practice. I might slip up calling you, Lieutenant." He paused for a moment most likely trying to figure out how to segway into asking but ended up bluntly asking anyway, "Did you receive orders?"

"Yes," Riza placed the orders down on the breakfast table separating her living room from her kitchen. She broke the tape and started to unravel the string that held the flap down.

"Is it all of us?" Riza understood that he meant the old group that had allied under Mustang. She replied, "I'm not sure. Where are you?"

"A few hours out of Central." The professionalism is in voice reminded him of how much he had matured over the years, "Where do you fall?" There was a whistle of a train behind him as she quickly opened the envelop scanning for it, "1st Division, 26th Regiment, Bravo Company." Ed laughed, "Looks like we will be working together. Got to catch the train." He hung up.

With unsteadiness in his voice, Roy put his hand on her waist as he approached from behind, "When do you…" She gently put the receiver down. She turned some papers over, "Tomorrow." He cringed, so little time. She turned and leaned into his chest, his heart was hammering like hers.

Mustangs mind raced. How was this fair to her? She had served in a war. She had dropped everything for- it downed on him, it was all for him… He held her close; this was his fault, his fault she was going into hell, this time without him. The image of Isbval, the lines of coffins waiting by the rail adorning the national flag, flashed though his mind. No he could not think like that. She was going to come home, all in one piece, she was Hawkeye.

When they arrived in Central, Ed, Al, and Winry spent the rest of the day trying to have a good time. First, Ed went to the address that was printed on the documents Hawkeye had sent him weeks prior. She found the place, so he could have a place to return to when he came back from leave. Ed was astonished when he realized he was the new owner of this two floor townhouse. When they entered he found another pleasant surprise. It seemed she had Mustang's help in finishing the place. Aw, the big wig had to take out time from his precious schedule. Ed mischievously thought that this was Roy's secret hobby. Just like his old office, the style showed he was a classy man. The thought make Ed chuckle to himself as he explored the apartment with his brother and girlfriend.

They walked into a small living area that had two couches sounding a coffee table near the fireplace. A telephone hung on the wall near the foot of the stairs that lead up to the next floor. The dining area was next, a highly polished dark wood table and chairs; he found a well-stocked liquor cabinet with a note. Ha, he was right, Roy had helped. His handwriting read, "You may think you can do without this now, trust me, you will be thanking me later." Walking in further you saw a stunning kitchen, with a door opening into a tiny yard, fit with a round table with benches. A barbeque was set to the side. Once upstairs the banister continued down the hall. One could lean over the banister to look down. There were three doors, one to a bathroom, one to a bed room, and one to a huge office. He walked into the bright office room, lined with lots of currently empty shelves. They doubled, so you could slid one over, it would give you access to the books behind it.

Sorrow spread through his veins. Too bad he could not enjoy it longer. He turned to the glass door that lead him out onto a patio, Winry walked out behind him, grabbing his hand. "This is wonderful!" Ed jerked to a stop. He saw someone waving. It was Mustang on a patio, across and a yard over from him. Riza was next to him resting her arms on the wooden deck, Ed yelled over, "I knew this was too good to be true! There is always a catch! Whose place?" Wondering which one was his neighbor.

Roy smiled, "Mine! I get to keep an eye on you!" Ed groaned as Riza asked, "Do you like it?" Mustang grabbed his coffee mug and took a sip.

"Like it? I love it. Thank you for calling in the flaming interior decorator for me!" Mustang sprayed coffee over the side, as Riza put her hand over her mouth trying to hide a laugh. Ed heard Hayate bark at a squirrel running along a clothing line. Mustang slammed his mug down, "I think I may have forgotten the doghouse for the RUNT!"

"GET OVER HERE AND SAY THAT TO MY FACE YOU BIG WIG ALCOHOLIC FLAMING BASTARD!" Mustang snickered, turning, and waving his hand, dismissing Ed's wisecrack remarks as he walked back into the house.

Riza grabbed her mug before she left, "See you at station tomorrow, Ed!" When she closed the door she mentioned to Roy, "Your neighbors are going to hate you."

Ed's group went shopping, enjoyed some bites to eat. The night drew on. Al clapped his brother on the back. "I have some apartment shopping to do on my own," making the excuse so Ed and Winry could have time with each other. "I will see you tomorrow at the station." Al whispered in Ed's ear, "Don't get cold feet now." A flush of red appeared on Ed's face as his brother laughed.

Ed walked in hand with Winry, stopping half way across one of the bridges. He rested his arms on the stone overlooking the glistening water below, mesmerized how it danced in the moonlight. How peaceful, Winry put her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, she wondered how many others had to say goodbye. No, this was not goodbye. She was good at this, the years of him running around the country searching for answers with Al made this, probably easier than all the others who had to let their loved ones depart. He put an arm around her, she asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I have walled into hell before, this can't be much different." He took a step around her now resting his chin on her shoulder, putting one arm around her, entwining his right hand with her left. His left hand reached into his pocket. I got something for you today. She looked shocked, "When!? I was with you all day!"

His mischievous grin spread across his face, "I am the Fullmetal Alchemist." In a deep tone, "I have my ways." This made her giggle. She looked down as she felt him he slyly slipped something over her finger. Her heart almost stopped. It was a perfect fit, a silver ring shaped like a nut, a small golden gem embedded in it. She noticed his hands were shaking, he could not see her smiling to herself. She liked that she could make him this nervous. "Don't um, well, don't think this is a contract or anything." She knew his language; he did not want her to feel trapped or controlled. "It's only… I did not want to leave you again. Ah, and, well, this is for when you're upset and stuff." He cleared his throat nervously as he continued, "In some tough times," more than he cared to admit, "when I saw my automail holding up," muttering for a second, "past its durability point," he was such a scientist nerd, "you gave me strength through those nuts and bolts." There was a pause, "I bought it, well, Al did help me, he said the gem matched my eyes or something, I transmuted it into the shape, and-" She kissed him, deeply kissed him. Silent tears running down her cheeks- now this was hard, harder than she imagined. She understood why Ed held back all these years. He wanted to prevent this… this right here. They broke apart and she turned to face him. His hand free left hand, found her check wiping a tear away. His eyes filled with sorrow, "Damn it, I made you cry again." She smiled though her tears, "Thank you, Ed."

"Before all this crap, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to move to Central with me. You can have my place if you want, there will be plenty to keep you busy." They repeated Pinakos words together, "You never want war, but it brings in business."

Ed woke up to the ringing of the alarm, Winry's head on his bare chest. Even though he liked to see her naked beside him, he was a gentleman and brought the sheet up to cover her. He then proceeded to try to turn the alarm off. Winry watched with a smirk, she had made it so he could not turn it off so he would have to get up. In the end he chucked it at the wall, where it met its fate. He glanced down at the blonde hair, feeling a smirk against his chest. "You did that on purpose!?" He tickled her, got to his feet. "When I get back remind me I need a new clock." He stepped over his packed bag stenciled Elric. It was heavier because of the automail maintenance supplies Winry picked up for him. He jumped in the shower quickly, walked into his walk-in closet.

Ed looked into the full length mirror as he changed into the Amestris military uniform. The scars on his body already told a long story. A story of a man that fought for what he believed in. He protected those he loved and the countless tortured souls of Xerxes; ending up fighting for a future that was bigger than himself. And he was leaving again to defend that future he knew Mustang could build. He buttoned up the front of his uniform, stopping for a moment to slide two pictures into his inner pocket. One photo was of all of them in Resembool- Pinako, Winry, Al, and himself. The other was a candid picture of Winry, smiling down at him from the balcony of her house. Sighing, he grabbed his bag and walked down the stairs to see Winry setting down a hot cup of coffee for him. Her hair still wet after going in the shower after him. Her face was flushed as she noticed he had descended the stairs. This was the first time she had ever seen him wear the uniform. He hid his smirk from her as he burned into memory of what she was wearing, simply dressed in sky blue tank top and white skirt. Her hair was up in her usual pony tail.

He placed his bag down. "Hey Win, can you do me a favor?" She snapped out of whatever she was thinking, "Yeah, anything." He rummaged through the draws to finally find some scissors. He placed them on the table letting his hair down. "I don't know where I will be. Just in case, you know lice and shit." She nodded. He knelled on the floor, his back to her. Her hands trembled at first; he did not trust anyone with his hair. She did not want to screw this up, he would never forgive her. She calmed down and was able to expertly cut it, letting the hair fall to the floor. Within a few minutes, she was done, keeping it really short on the sides with some fluff to run you hand through on top. He ruffled his hair, "I am going to have to get use to this." Pitching a pose, "How do I look?"

She muttered with flushed cheeks, "All grown up and… handsome." She tackled him to the floor, pressing her lips against his. He smirked with pride.

She placed her hands on his chest, straddling him. He nibbled at her bottom lip, she responded by opening her mouth letting him explore. He was leaving, this time he was going leave with something to remember.

The bitter sweet taste of coffee filled his mouth, his lower half started to feel confined. He did not want any of this to stop. His heart was pounding, as their breathing became more labored. Reaching up, he cupped her chest causing a moan to escape her throat. Running her hands through his hair, she pushed her lower half harder onto his, grinding into him, he reciprocated pushing forward toward her. It was escalating quickly as they feed the emotions off each other.

She could feel what she was doing to him; she wanted it and she wanted it now. She broke the kiss, breathing heavily near his ear. She pushed herself up moving away, making Ed groan with dissatisfaction, being left with a void. She quickly grabbed his pants, 'Oh okay. She is not going anywhere' Ed thought with relief. His eyes widened, noticing the remarkable speed she employed- unfastening his belt, he heard the zipper rip open. She grabbed the belt line of his pants and briefs. He gasped as he was freed from the prison with one yank, which brought them down past his knees. Man mechanics were tough, he purred with that thought.

She ran her hands up his thighs making his hard member twitch with anticipation. He let out a frustrated grown as she moved her hands around it. Pushing his shirt and jacket up, she felt his muscles quake with her touch while contracting unevenly for breath. She brushed her lips over his abs. She grabbed his forearms; just what she wanted, he instinctively guided her back on top of him. She lifted her skirt, pushed aside that one piece of clothing covering her heated entrance. She slid herself over his length getting the verbal response she wanted and watched him throw his head back. He looked up at her smirking countenance meanwhile his own face was flushed. In an instant he became submissive to her control.

He could feel how hot and wet she was as she positioned herself; she gripped his arms tighter as she suddenly slammed down onto him, thrusting him inside. A cry of pleasure emitted both of from them, as the tingling shockwave rippled through their nerves. He grabbed her hips, swung his legs around so he could put his back against the wall. She quickly moved to a rhythm. She hoarsely whispered, "Close your eyes and listen." He did what he was told, listening to the sound of her music in his ear, her hot breath danced over his sensitive skin, and her mouth nibbled at his neck. That alone could drive him crazy. He bushed his fingers over where her nipples would be, had her shirt been off. He found them tense under his touch and nipped at them though the fabric. Her hands dug into his chest, he felt himself escalating as fast as she was. He had planned on letting her do what she wanted but he was close and couldn't hold back much longer. That was it, he bent his knees firmly placed his feet on the floor and met her with each thrust. Her cries got loader, she pulled his head closer to her, when he felt her tense up around him; he exploded. She felt them pulsate against each other, reaching their point. She heard his muffled cries as she stars. She collapsed into his chest, resting her head on his shoulder, taking in as much of him as she could; the color of his skin, the scent of his neck, the strength of his arms all as he held her tight.

They stayed silent as they gasped for breath. She lifted her head off his shoulder, taking his face into her hands. He felt the ring press against his cheek, as she looked him square in the eye, "I love you." His heart skipped a beat. She swallowed trying to suppress the tears, "I will always be waiting for you." Her heart pained, her cerulean eyes watched the golden ones begin to water, a tear fell before he could stop or hide it. He could not find words, when he tried he choked as another tear fell. She put a finger to his lips, an unsteady "Shhh." He did not feel worthy of her.

Roy Mustang, in his casual wear, was waiting on the platform with Major Hawkeye. The train was there. The engine's smoke, bellowing out and up into the sky. Supplies were being loaded and soldiers were rushing to and fro, some weeping for their sons and daughters. This is what he wanted to prevent.

Bringing himself back to reality, he coughed into a gloved hand getting her attention. She lifted an eyebrow as he averted her eyes. He was up to something. "Close your eyes." Taken back, she did so with a closed hand over her chest, she felt him move behind her, and something warm hit her hand. "Okay." She looked down and smiled. A silver heart shaped locket, still warm from his tight grasp from when he held it in his pocket. She pried it open. Smiling faces looked back at her, a photo of long ago, and a photo taken recently just of the two of them. She noticed that there was another part to the clasp; like opening and closing a door, on those small hinges, there was an additional side. There were words inscribed here, "A piece of my heart to carry with you always." She was startled when she felt a hand slip into her pocket, she looked at him when he whispered, "Don't open this until you get on the train." He was blushing yet remained his cool nature. She grabbed him into a hug, "Thank you." He muttered the words low in her ear, "I love you." He returned the hug as those words echoed in her mind. They broke apart, holding onto her locket, "I love you too."

"HEYYYYYY!" Edward Elric's voice rang out, his arm holding the bag over his shoulder, being obnoxious to piss Mustang off. Honestly, Mustang was more shocked at Ed's appearance. The short hair and the fact he was wearing the uniform they ordered, "Nice look."

After they recognized the famous Fullmetal Alchemist, the other soldiers watched as gave Winry a final kiss on the forehead and bear hugged his brother, promising to write both when he could. The Flame Alchemist and Riza said their final goodbyes.

Ed's hand appeared in front of Roy, when Roy shook it Ed, pulled him forward a bit muttering, "I will take care of yours if you take care of mine."

Mustang nodded, "Deal." Ed's stupid grin plastered on his face saying loud for everyone to hear, "Now," The place went quiet. He turned to Hawkeye, "Major," he held out his hand to her, bowing a bit, "Shall we dance?"

"What?!" Hawkeye dejected, some laughs came from the faces watching from the train windows. He straightened up before he continued, "Hell is not a strange place to us." (Hear, hear!) "It is a familiar place. So, let us not frown at this moment. We shall own the place! Let's take it by storm. Party it up! Let us, waltz into hell!" She took his hand, with a more than respectful distance between them: they waltzed into the train entrance, getting cheers, jeers, and whistles. Mustang smirked, a natural born motivator, the Hero of the People.

They appeared by the window, Fullmetal took his seat across from Hawkeye. The final boarding whistle blew. Roy shoved his hands into his pockets, "Watch yourself- Fullmetal Pipsqueak." Ed replied agitated, "Can it, Colonel Bastard."

Riza looked out at him sarcastically saying, "If something happens to me, I want you to-," Mustang realized this conversation that echoed from the past. Defiantly, he interrupted, "I refuse." She used a mocking Roy voice, "This is an order" (Ed commented in the background, "Hey that was pretty good!").

"I cannot comply." Mustang would never forget those words, the night before she waited outside for him. Riza tisked, "You're quiet the suborn one." Mustang shrugged, "You should know that by now." Riza continued with a casual air, "Fine. I'll definitely come back, so wait for me here."

"Yes Ma'am!" She chuckled but he gave a worry filled sigh, "Seriously Riza, good luck."

The train started to move, Al, Winry, and Roy stood there as they watched the train depart and disappear into the distance. Al turned to them, "Who feels like some of Winry's apple pie? I know I do."

Ed watched the world fly by the window through his reflection in the window. Riza reached into her pocket and pulled out an envelope, when she opened it, a note read:

Will you marry me?
Whatever the answer- I want to hear it in person.
Until next time,
Roy

She turned the envelope; Ed's eyes glanced in her direction without moving his head. Their eyes followed the ring fall into her lap. Ed snorted, "Now that is different. Wonder how long it took to come up that, classy. Good old-" they said together, "Colonel Bastard." Riza started to laugh, than sighed, as she added the ring to her pendant, tucking it under her uniform to be near her heart.

To be continued...

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