A/N: Hello dear readers and welcome to my first ever FMA fanfiction ever. I hope I can do justice to the characters. Oh and this will follow the storyline of Fullmetal Alchemist not Brotherhood. Each chapter will be a song title. The song I think fits the overall mood of the chapter, also within the chapter I may add a random song or two.
Warning! This is a yaoi fic so there will be male on male action. Also there will be Mpreg in this fc. Yes that's right one of our favorite alchemists will end up pregnant. Don't worry they won't be alone to raise the little baby.
Warning part 2! There will be spoilers as the story is set after the ending of the show and the sequel movie Conqueror of Shamballa.
Pairing: Roy Mustang X Ed Elric
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not in any way own FMA.
Ok enough rambling. Here we go
Chapter One: Need You Now.
Edward sighed laying back on his thin mattress holding onto the dull watch, a few tears running down the side of his face and pooling in his ear.
"Brother?" Alphonse asked knocking and opening the door to the elder's bedroom a crack, "Are you alright?"
Ed wiped his face and shoved the watch deep under his pillow hoping Al hadn't seen it, "Ya I'm fine what's up?"
Alphonse came into the room and walked over to Ed's bed, "Are you sure you're ok?"
Ed sighed and sat up looking at Al of course he saw, and of course he knew, Alphonse always knew. He was very good at reading people, especially Ed, he could read his brother like an open book. And right now what he was reading was sadness, loss, and fear of losing more.
"You're thinking about the colonel again aren't you . . .?" Alphonse asked quietly, paying close attention to Edward's body language.
". . . . It's been almost three years since I was in Amestris . . . and almost a year since the battle against the Thule. . ." Ed replied. He really hated thinking about that day. . . he had seen Roy for all of twenty minutes and the whole time he had to be fighting some stupid power hungry piece of shit woman trying to take over and destroy Amestris.
"Brother . . . I know you loved him . . ." Alphonse looked at his brother and shifted sitting in the desk chair across the room, "I know other things too . . . things I would rather not know about you two. . ."
Ed blushed and looked away, the memory of Riza nearly catching Ed giving Roy a blow job. Ed lost himself in the memory for a moment, he had had to hide under Roy's desk, and Roy behind stacks of papers. Edward smiled as he remembered Roy's face blushing and twisting a he held in moans while Riza yelled at him for not having his paperwork done.
"I did love him . . . first and only man I ever loved . . ." another tear slipped from his eye and he wiped it away quickly.
"Brother . . . I know this is going to sound . . . callus . . . and crass . . . but there is a Roy here . . ." Alphonse whispered looking at the floor.
"It's not him though Al!" Edward stopped himself before he exploded in anger at his brother who didn't deserve it.
Alphonse simply stood up and walked out of the door, without a word.
"Al wait! I'm sorry . . ." Ed stood and went after his brother, "Alphonse . . . I'm sorry . . . it's just . . . I can't really feel anything without him . . ." Ed slumped to the floor.
"I'm sorry too . . . I shouldn't have said that. Especially not as soon as it is to seeing him again." Alphonse looked at his brother and carefully helping him up and to the couch. Ed was weak and that alone scared Alphonse, and then there was the way he refused to eat half of the time.
"Four years . . . in two days we would have been together for four years" This time Ed didn't have the strength to hold back the tears this time, he let them fall. And fall they did, they fell in rivulets down his cheeks and into his lap. He cried all the time anymore . . . Damn bastard colonel . . . why did he have to be so far away . . . Ed slumped further and cried harder. The only man he ever loved, was a world away and there was no way to get back to him. Ed sobbed letting Alphonse attempt to comfort him and sooth him back to what was now considered normal for the seventeen year old ex-alchemist.
Roy shifted in his chair, looking at the stack of papers waiting to be signed, Hawkeye would have his ass if he didn't get these done. But there was another blond on his mind. A certain blond with a hot temper and a sweet ass. A blond who was a world away. A blond without whom Roy's life was a living hell. Every day was the same thing, cold lonely bed in the morning, shower, go to work, paperwork beyond belief, then home to that same lonely bed at night. Most nights he drank till he couldn't stand the taste of the alcohol anymore then poured himself into bed.
"Sir, the Furher wants to see you." Hawkeye said stepping into the office.
"I'll be there in a minute, Lieutenant. Thank you" Roy stood and walked over to the door.
Riza Hawkeye left her superior officer to mentally ready himself for his meeting with the Fuhrer. Hawkeye always held her emotions back; hidden from the rest of the world, there was only one person she really ever showed any emotion to, and that one person was Roy Mustang, The Flame Alchemist. And the same could be said of him as well, in that often his face was a mask of impassivity. Roy had gone up in rank in the military. He was now a general and was well on his way to becoming Fuhrer. But none of it really mattered now. He had no one to share it with and his heart was dust.
After Ed had gotten stuck on the other side of the gate, Roy had given up his title as a colonel and a state alchemist. He took a stationing up north and tried to escape everything he had before in order to numb the pain he felt in his heart, but nothing would help. He came back to central after hearing about the strange earthquakes in both Liore and Central. Then came the battle to protect Amestris. He had seen Ed, his heart broke once again as he watched Edward leave again, and this time Alphonse went with him. So now, after coming back, reclaiming his title (no matter how much he resented what it took to get there), and climbing up to his current one, he walked out of his office and down the hall to the Fuhrer's.
"Ah welcome General Mustang. Please go right in, the Fuhrer is waiting for you," A young woman with black hair, not unlike his own said from behind her small desk.
Roy did as he was told and walked into the office; shutting the door behind him quietly.
"Welcome Mustang. Have a seat," said the older man who sat in a high backed leather chair. The man was handsome, with dirty blonde hair that was cut simply and neatly, his eyes were a kind and warm amber brown.
Roy sat down in one of the simple chairs on the other side of the desk and looked at the Fuhrer. He had no idea what this meeting was about which made him slightly uncomfortable. The last time he had been called into the Fuhrer's office for an unknown reason, he ended up having his entire team removed from his command and scattered around the country. But that was a long time ago, and this was not Bradley.
"Well Mustang, how have you been?" the Fuhrer asked.
Roy shifted, "I've been well. What about you sir?"
"Well to be honest I haven't been all that well of late. That's why we are having this meeting," the Fuhrer's voice fell a few notches, "I have been diagnosed with cancer. Stage three. I called you n here to talk about you becoming my successor."
Roy held back a gasp and settled for merely shifting in his seat to look at his gloved hands.
"Well, what do you think of becoming the Fuhrer of Amestris? Hasn't that been your goal since you became a state Alchemist?"
"Yes sir. . . It has been. And I would be honored to become your successor. However, I have one request," Roy answered looking up at his superior.
Ed walked along the street, looking for his closest friend in this world, Maes Hughes. Sure the guy had been a Nazi recruit and tried to kill him but he had only been trying to save himself from what he feared the Thule society had planned for those who refused to join them. Sure enough he found the man talking with a few other officers about his wife; he and Gracia had gotten together and married after the battle, then got married soon after that. Ed smiled and walked over, glad to see that at least this Maes would get to see his life to the fullest.
"Hey Ed!" Maes said looking up and smiling.
"Morning Hughes. How are you and Gracia?" Ed smiled.
"Great! We found out the other day that Gracia is pregnant! I'm going to be a daddy Ed!" Maes squealed, just as his counterpart had been in Amestris had been, always gushing over his family. But he wasn't quite yet into his picture crazy stage yet.
"That's awesome. So what are you doing? Aside from sitting around on your ass not doing your job?"
"I'm highly offended at that Edward! But if you must know I am doing my job, I am simply patrolling today. And speaking of work, shouldn't you be getting to the college?" Maes asked.
"I'm off today. My one day of the week," Ed shrugged.
Edward had found a job as an assistant to a professor at the university and he worked there every day for a little money to help pay for the things that he and Al needed. The Alphonse of this world had passed away not long after the battle from tuberculosis, which he had contracted a while before Ed had showed up in London; thus leaving Edward and his brother to the small apartment they rented above Gracia's flower shop.
"Oh well, how about you and you're brother come over and have dinner with me ad Gracia tonight then?" Maes suggested.
"That'd be nice thanks, Hughes." Ed smiled genuinely and looked down at the ground, the new leg Winry had fitted him with still working well and easily hidden within his boots. His arm on the other hand was another story and this Gracia still didn't know about that yet.
"Be there around six then ok? I'll see you later Ed," Maes said as he turned to walk off.
"Sure thing," Ed called after the man. He sighed though thinking about Roy again and thumbed the pocket watch hidden in his jacket pocket. Slowly he began to walk toward the hospital, if he wanted to be able to eat without a glove on his right hand he needed to get the new arm fitted with the rubberize skin substitute that all his other arms in this world had been covered with to make him appear more normal. With the skin it merely looked like he had a skin condition that caused the limb to look pale.
When he got there the nurse smiled and took him back to the room which was especially suited for the few who had to bear the burden of automail in this world.
"So how has your brother been adjusting to London Edward?" the young nurse, who was this world's copy of Winry, from the blue eyes and slender tall build, to the long blonde hair and temper that shot off f you insulted what she loved, asked.
"Al? He loves it here. He's been trying to get me to take him to the University so he can get into the library. Sometimes I really don't get him," Ed said shaking his head with a smile.
"That's good. And this is still the arm that you got from your world right? You haven't been in since you got it. So I don't know if we can cover it. But we will try our best," she said watching as Ed took off his coat and glove, looking at the arm she was amazed that someone who was supposedly so much like her was able to make such complex and detailed machinery.
Ed's heart panged with hurt at the thought of Winry, who was now alone without either himself or Alphonse there in Amestris; instead they were here a world away. "Ya. . . Winry sure makes them to last. I can't say that I didn't push hers to their limits back then though. Alchemy is really hard on Automail, so it constant travel and fighting for your life every other day. . ." Ed sighed sitting down to wait for his turn to get fitted. While there weren't many in London who needed or had Automail, those who did, had to sit or lay for almost an hour and a half if they wanted them metal appendage covered to appear normal.
"Well, I have to say I'm glad that she is as good at what she does that your arm and leg are still functioning," Winry said smiling at him and tying with the ring on her finger, in this world she was now engaged to a young man who looked like he could be related to Ed and Al. Ed thought maybe it was Envy's true counterpart in this world, but he didn't put much thought into it.
"You know you don't need to be the same person as my world's Winry. She's great and all but you aren't her. Just like the Edward and Alphonse of this world weren't me and Al. and Hughes. . ." Ed stopped himself looking at the floor with a sad smile.
"You're world seems like there it was always surrounding you with death." Winry spoke softly and turned to walk back to check when the doctor would be able to see Ed.
A heavy sigh escaped Edward's lips and he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, 'Damn why the hell am I so emotional lately?'
"Edward?" The doctor called, this world had a way of putting it's versions of all those he knew in his path, the doctor he was seeing was Dr. Marcoh.
"Oh hey doc sorry," Ed stood and walked over following the doctor to left room of the three curtained off rooms meant for fitting skins to automail.
"It's quite alright. You seem to have a lot on your mind, care to have an old man listen?" Marcoh offered.
"If you want to doc. . . But I gotta warn you it's not a pretty place inside my mind. . ."Edward said sitting in the patient's chair and holding his arm out.
"I've seen plenty of not so pretty places and hear plenty of not so pretty thoughts and stories in my life, don't sorry," Marcoh smiled as he sat down in his chair, reaching for a sleeve of the rubberized skin.
"Well . . . I guess I should start about Four years ago, just after I joined the Amestrian military. I was fourteen and determined to get my brother his body back and my arm and leg."
(A/N: Song change;
It was a new day and Roy was sighed as he felt warm sunlight peek through the curtains of his bedroom window, reflexively he winced away and rolled over to avoid it. When he did he was once again reminded of the emptiness both beside him and in his heart. Knowing what day it was he really didn't want to get out of bed. Today would have marked his and Ed's four year anniversary. As Roy got up and walked over to his dresser to retrieve his clothes for the day he felt a few tears slip from his onyx eyes when they fell upon the blue velvet ring box that contained the ring he had intended to propose to the young blond with today if everything had gone as planned.
'Dammit Roy get your head together. . . He's gone . . . he's probably moved on already . . . no . . . the way he looked at me during the battle . . . god why did I have to fall for that boy . . .' Roy's thoughts strayed to the blond tresses and the way it felt to have his finger tangle in them as he walked to the bathroom to shower. Those gorgeous golden eyes and getting lost in how emotion and passion shown in them. The slim body, toned chest, two muscular limbs and the strength of the two automail limbs . . . Roy shifted and turned the hot water off as he stepped out of the shower, drying his body and groaning a little bit at the result of his thoughts straying to Ed's body and Ed in general; his dick was rock hard. Every time he thought about Ed, even when he was still here with him he ended up with the same problem. Since Ed had left though he didn't have his favorite way to relieve said issue, so he was left with his hand.
Ed, unlike Roy, didn't get out of bed today, he called in sick to work and laid in bed trying to ignore the pain in his heart. His chest literally hurt to the extent that he couldn't breathe almost. From the moment that he opened his eyes the day had been nothing but torture. More than once his thought caused him to have to take an icy cold shower. Thinking about Roy's penetrating black eyes, the black hair that curled ever so slightly in when wet, his face, when not around others, that showed every bit of passion, love, fear, pain, and happiness. The scars that covered his body from the war and other fighting . . . hell even being blind in one eye didn't hinder the way the man acted.
"Gah! Why does this day even have to exist?" Ed whined curling up into a ball and starting to cry again.
A knock at the door made him pause and wipe his face though, trying to compose himself, "Come in."
A dark haired young girl who was about the same age as Ed opened the door slowly, her light brown eyes taking in his very clear distress. Rosey had been living with Ed and Alphonse since about a week before the battle, and now was continuing to live with Ed and Al after, as a sort of caretaker for the boys. "Edward, are you ok?" Rosey asked walking over and sitting beside Ed, lightly rubbing his back to help sooth him.
Ed shifted a little still laying down, but he didn't stop Rosey from tracing circles on his back, "Four years . . . four goddamn years. . ."
With just those words Rosey knew exactly what was wrong with Edward, she sighed and continued to try and sooth the teen. Knowing that his heart was obviously causing him great pain. Rosey's gift was to see into other's minds with a touch, and she had many times seen the handsome man that Edward had given his heart too, she could see the love in the memories as well as the pain they caused when brought up on this day. She sighed looking at the sobbing blond x-alchemist, "Edward, maybe talking about it will help some . . . I know that it would help me," she looked at the teen as he shifted to look at her.
"I gave everything to him . . . I gave Roy all I had . . . and now I have nothing because we are stuck in opposite worlds . . ." Edward felt the tears well and start to fall again, turning to hide his face once more. 'Why am I acting like such a girl?! He's gone. Probably has a fucking wife by now.'
(A/N: song change! Where I Stood – Missy Higgins)
Ed found himself crying harder at that thought and then as Rosey left him to his thoughts, his rational mind started to take over. 'Think about it. He's probably almost to his ultimate goal. He probably has a wife now to help with the image of a family man to help push him to be the Fuhrer. That bastard probably doesn't even think about me anymore. I need to stop being such a girl, get off my ass and be a man. Whoever he has now will be much better for him than me . . . at least they won't yell and scream about him being a bastard.' Edward winced at that thought. But it was enough to get him to get up and quit crying. His eyes were still puffy and his shattered heart was still aching to the point that he couldn't breathe, but he forced himself to get up and do something, even if it only turned out to be cleaning his room, which was a mess.