(AN: NO, I do NOT own any of the characters. The only thing that I own here is the idea. I don't even own Old Town or anything in it…I only wish that I did..*sniffles* For Ed's outfit and the dance he is performing, just click the link that is provided and it will show you all you need to know XD. I did modify the outfit, but you'll see that. This story will be told from two points of view and like it is the characters themselves telling the story.)
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The cool autumn wind bites at my back as I make my way down the dim streets. Shivering slightly, I lift my coat collar and kept walking. Broken glass winks up at me where small pools of light hit them. Glancing over my shoulder, I take in my surroundings. Old Town, the only place where the Military has no control. Most of the streetlights are busted, though some still manage to cast their ghostly glow. The ones that do shine lit up scenes I normally would have stopped. But down here where I am powerless, I know I can't.
The girls are meeting up with johns, saying their prices, and leaving with the men if they pay. Once or twice someone has tried approach me and offer me something that in a different time and place I would have accepted. But now was not that time. I am here for a reason, and I hoped with all my might that reason was still alive.
My fists tighten as I make my way up to a girl dressed as Zorro, only without most of the clothing. "Excuse me? I'm looking for someone." I stare straight into a pair of beautiful green eyes as she takes in my expression.
"Around here, hun, we're all looking for someone. Or something. Who is it?" She asks me, tipping her head to the side with a small smile. I try to keep my voice under control as I say the name that has drug me to such a dead place.
"I'm looking for a young teen-aged boy. About five foot four and with golden hair. His name is Edward." I explain. She glances around for her before she turns her attention back on me.
"I can't help you hun. If they come in and don't come out, that's not my field of work." She steps away from me as though I tried to burn her. I sigh and thank her, moving away. Down on a street corner, I spot the one and only bar here; Kitty's. A simple name that hints at its dark works. I pause and slowly make my way in. A bar maid meets me at the door and grins. "What can I get you, sugar?" She's sweet, and I follow her into the dim interior and sit at the bar.
She shoots me a smile and I can see she's just wishing to go home. Dark bruises have made their homes under her eyes and she smells like the bar. Like stale cigarette smoke, old booze, and sweat. She's watching me. I look over at her and smile. "I'll take a whiskey." She nods and leaves. I watch her go, doubt nagging me in the back of my mind. She's being beaten, and yet again, I'm powerless.
"Your new here." The man who stumbles up to me reeks, a bad combination of what seems to be a year old dumpster and skunk. I try to breath as little as possible and just shrug. He doesn't take the hint. He leans forward, "I asked you a question. Why are you here?" He adds a bit of menace to his words. I bite my lip and try to keep my cool. His breath smells like something died in his mouth and I lean away from him.
"I'm here looking for someone." I reply, shifting in my chair. He just grunts and grins, showing slightly rotten teeth that make my skin crawl. "We're all here because we're looking for someone." I resist the urge to roll my eyes. First a hooker and now a freak tell me that.
Suddenly, the music changes and it's like all the zombies turn their attentions to the stage. I just try to ignore what they are staring at. Seeing a woman dancing almost naked would normally have an effect on me. But tonight, all I can do is mope and grumble. My bar maid comes back and hands me my drink.
"Don't like the show Sugar?" She asks me. I just raise an eyebrow at her. She smiles gently at me. "I think that you just might. It seems like women aren't you thing." Here, she pauses and adjusts her top. I catch the slight sent that she wears, a mix of flowers and the sweat from work. An odd combination, but one that suits her. But then what she has said dawns on me. It's not a woman on the stage, if my brain is working right. Shaking myself slightly like a dog, I turn slowly on my bar stool, and my jaw hits the ground. She was right, I do like the show.
A lethal, medium, golden body has me hypnotized and I am only slightly aware of the bar maid leaving. It's like I'm back in one of my dreams. The black leather chaps cling to the well shaped legs, stopping just as they meet the hipbone. No top at all, and I can see silver glinting at bronze nipples and a beautiful navel. A black cowboy hat and a lasso. I have to shift in my chair as the lights playing along deadly muscles, reminding me that I am still a man, and still have my own needs.
The music is pounding in the background, and invading my veins. I just barely notice that more than one man in here is breathing hard. A cold sweat breaks out on my back and it takes all of my self control not to leap up on the stage and join the God in his dance. My fingers twitch slightly as he spins the lasso around, and a dream flashes back to me. One of similar clothes and a whispered sentence of "What do I have to do to ride the bronco?" That almost sends me over the edge and I have to clench my jaw.
But it seems that I'm not the only one who had the thought of joining the dance. A drunk lurches to his feet to stumble up to the stage's edge. He reaches out, dirty hands making their way towards what my mind screams is mine and mine alone. Just as the filthy hands skim the leather fringe, one of the girls takes matters in to her own hands. A pair of well-worn cuffs are slapped around his wrists and he's escorted out the door. I thank whatever God smiled down on me and kept me from revealing myself. For now I will watch and, for now, I will wait.
Edward dances on, just shooting a sly smile at the men who are longing for him. The girls just carry on with their jobs and grin at each other. Finally the song ends and he makes his way off the stage. I spin quickly and clutch the glass of whiskey as though it is the only thing keeping me in this world. He walks by me and his sent hits me though the mingled smell. I almost cry. Sunshine, cinnamon and apple pie, and the faintest trace of oil for his arm and leg.
Stopping not far from my seat, he engages in a conversation with a john and I feel the scaly creature in my chest begin to growl. I force myself to turn and come face to face with my bar maid. "So, did you like the show?" She asks me with a knowing smirk. Her eyes hold a knowing look and I just nod. She hands me my next glass, and I quickly grab it. That's when I hear his laugh. Smokey, and slightly deeper than I thought it could be. The john walks away, looking like someone has told him his first born child has been kidnapped.
Ed sends a glare after him before turning back to the bar. I try to over hear what he's saying but the music is to loud. The bar maid just shakes her head and smiles at him. He gets up and begins to make his way to the dance floor. I can't help it, but I feel my gaze drift over the well toned body once more. It's not fair. I want him so bad that it feels like he's already in my hands. But I can't have him.
His hips are swaying, and it sends me reeling over the edge. I tear my gaze away from him and stand up. I force my way out into the street, inhaling a breath of fresh chill air. The cool breeze finds me again as I lean against the brick of the building. The neon sign flashing in my face, it's horrible green color lingering in my eyes. The door opens behind me and I just ignore the person, hoping they will just stumble their way home and out of this desolate place. Whoever they are they don't move from their post on the opposite side of the door. I keep my gaze locked on the building across from me. But then they speak and my blood runs cold as my heart stops it's beating.
"Why are you here?" His voice is hoarse slightly and it slips down my spine. I turn to face him.
"Why do you think?" I ask, my voice trying to stick in my throat. I'm acting like a child and I think he know. Got to get a grip on myself. The cool breeze finds his bare skin and he shivers just slightly. Mismatched arms wrap around a thin torso and he shifts from one foot to the other. I suppress the urge to go to him and wrap him in my coat.
"I'm thinking it has to do with me." His voice is pure ice shot through with venom. I can only nod. He lets out a bark of a laugh. "So why did they send you. They think I can't handle this on my own?" He moves closer to me by a few inches, and I go to meet him. We meet in the middle of the door, his golden eyes are ablaze with fury, and it feels as though the sun itself is trying to burn me.
It was a bad choice to stand by the door. It flew open and slammed into both of us. Ed lets out a small snarl and I curse, but the drunk and the girl on his arm just keep going. We manage to collect ourselves. "Do you think it's wise to stand right here?" I ask him. He looks at me and just gives a shrug of his shoulders. Reaching over, he grabs my coat sleeve and tugs me down the road. "Where are we going?" I hiss.
"Shut up. I'm not on the market, so if Valkyri finds you with me, we are both dead." His voice is low and deadly so I leave it at that. He leads me up to a rundown shack and up to the door. Casting his glance around only once, he throws open the door and shoves me in. I stumble into the dark hallway and freeze, waiting for him to turn the light on. He never does, just keeps pushing me down the hall. Finally, he pushes me in the last door. The light snaps on and I'm momentarily blinded.
"Sit." He motions for me to sit on the only chair in the room. It rests in a corner and I make my way over to it as he stretches out across a small bed. I swallow hard. "So, now that we're safe, why did they send you?" He watches me. I shift in my seat.
"Why did they send you?" I shoot back. I want to bite my tongue right then and there. Again, I acted like a child, but I really don't know why they sent an eighteen year old Alchemist into Old Town.
He sighs and throws his auto-mail arm over his eyes. "You remember last month when a bunch of bodies showed up? Well, those bodies were once girls that worked here. The killer is nicknamed Johnny, and for good reasons. He acts like a john, just wanting what everyone here wants. Well, when the girls leave with him, he never comes back. King Bradley sent me here to find this man and stop him. The girls don't know I'm here. Bradley wants me to find this killer and stop him so the bodies of dead hookers will stop piling up on the doorstep." He sits up and stares at me.
"So you're just bait." I reply. I feel a wave of rage wash over me at Bradley. He will regret this. Sending in someone who has no idea how to deal with a killer.
"It's fine. But there's just one problem. Valkyri won't let me work. All I can do is dance." He spits out the sentence as though it causes him pain. "I'm not allowed to work the streets. She thinks I'll take all the customers."
"I can see why." The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. He shoots a glance my way, one regal eyebrow raised in question.
"What do you mean?"
"Drop it."
"No."
I grit my teeth and stop the stupid circle before it can start. "Look, we're not kids, so let's not act like them ok?" He snorts and stands up.
"I need to change." He tosses the hat onto the broken table in the corner by where I sit. It shoots by my head and lands on the scared wood. He walks over to the only dresser in the room and pulls out a shirt and a pair of black boxers. Pausing, he looks over his shoulder at me. "I'll be right back." I nod and he walks out. Taking the chance, I look around myself.
The walls are an awful shade of what can only be called "Muddy River". The floor is hard wood, and it looks like it has never seen a mop. A small suitcase is in the corner opposite of me, its surface all scared up like a fighter. The top half of the only window in the room is boarded up. A transmutation circle has been drawn on it, and I try to decode it.
It's for keeping people out. I search the room again with my eyes. Sure enough there is one on the door as well. Ed walks back in, the work outfit under one arm. His shirt looks as though it's seen better days. Its frayed on the bottom and as a small hole on the left sleeve. Flopping back on his bed, he faces me.
"So, what are you doing here?" He asks. I look away and clear my throat.
"I came to make sure you were still alive. They told me that you were more than likely dead. I was sent here to collect a body." I shudder at the thought. He moves uncomfortably on the bed.
"Why did they think I was dead?!" He fairly yelps the sentence. I can't help it and I stand up. I make my way over to the bed and sit down next to him.
"You stopped contacting anyone who was outside of this Dump." I tell him. He glares at me.
"I wasn't allowed to contact anyone. But I did manage to send a note to Al telling him that." He spits back. Taking a deep breath I turn to face him.
"Why didn't you contact me? I could have help you!" I question him. He looks away, and I can tell he's thinking. The way his eyebrows furrow down towards his eyes. Ed looks up at me, so close, so close it makes my body ache. All he's in is a T-shirt and boxers. My hands move on their own, sliding on to his leg as though to comfort him. The touch startles him and he jumps.
"I just..I…" He's stammering now, shivering slightly at my touch on his upper leg, just below his boxers. Our eyes lock, and I can't tell who's breathing starts to accelerate, mine or his. It doesn't matter. My hand trails slowly upward as my other hand pushes him back on his bed. His eyes are wide and I feel his arms wrap around me as I lean in. Our breaths mingle.
"Roy." Ed whispers my name as my lips stop above his. My hand grasps the hem of his shirt and my other one is tangled in his hair.
"Edward." I lean down to nibble his ear and I hear him moan. "Edward, all you have to do is to tell me to stop." I tell him. He shifts away until our eyes lock once more.
"What if I don't say no? What if I say yes?" His voice is as ragged as his breathing.
"God, Ed, you have no idea, do you? I've wanted this for a long time, longer than you can imagine. You...you're beautiful, I have always thought so. I'm a selfish man and if you let me, I'll take everything...Only if you let me," it comes out as a jumbled mess but the confession had been locked away for too long to be elegant.
He turns cherry red for a minute before he responds. "Roy?" he asks and I hum in response. He pauses for a moment, biting his lip before plunging ahead, "I think...I KNOW I like you too. I think I always have. I just..." here he pushes me away a little, expression turning hard, "I will not be another one of your famous one night stands," he hisses and I can detect hurt under the sharp tone.
"You are not one of my one night stands. I want you more than for your body." I kiss him. My lips glide over his and he gasps just so. But he responds. His lips press back against mine. Soon I'm sliding my tongue along his lower lip, begging him to let me in. His lips part slightly and I dive in.
It as though my mouth has been lit on fire with the sensations. Cinnamon, and apples. That's is all I can taste as our tongues battle for dominance. My head is spinning, and I feel his heart start to pound out a rhythm that matches mine. I feel his hands begin to work on the buttons of my shirt.
AN: Ok, if you are skittish about lemons. DO NOT READ BEYOND THIS POINT!!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED SO NO WHINING TO ME THAT YOU DON'T LIKE IT!!!!
I begin to breath harder as he pushes it off my shoulders. He traces the scar that runs along my side. "Where did you get this?" His voice is a whisper.
"I got that a long time ago." I try to change the subject. He takes the hint and just slides his hands up my torso to tangle once more in my hair, pulling me back down into a fiery kiss. Our tongues move together in a sensual dance as I let my hands wander down to the hem of his shirt. Inch by mere inch I ease it up his body. As it reaches his chest, I begin to trail butterfly kisses down his jaw bone. Just as I make it to his neck, so does his shirt.
Breaking contact only long enough to pull it the rest of the way off, I go back to work on his neck. Biting and nipping, I make my way down to the shining hoops in his nipples. He is moaning under me, body heating up to my feathery touches. Taking a second, I look up just slightly to take in the sight of his golden face, cheeks painted with a light pink and his eyes closed tightly.
Grinning to myself, I slowly take the hoop into my mouth, swirling it around with my tongue. He gasps out loud this time, hands tightening in my hair almost painfully. Teasing the nub and the silver with my teeth, I let my other hand explore his body.
His back arches into my touch as my hand learns the shape and curves of his body. When it strikes the onyx crossbones, his eyes snap open and he groans out loud.
"Rooooyyyy." My name is breathy and seems as though it catches in his throat. It almost causes me to go over the edge and I have to pause. "What are you doing?! Don't you dare stop!" he begs, wiggling against me.
I shoot him a wicked smile before I trail my tongue to meet with my hand. I dip it into the small hole, snaking it around the crossbones as my hands tug at the elastic band of his boxers. His hands leave my hair and fist in the sheets as I sit up for a second.
I take in the sight that I've longed for. A body that looks as though it has been carved out of a piece of fallen sun. All of him is just pure gold, and I blush to see that even down south is just as golden as the rest of him, hair and all. His eyes meet mine and his blush darkens as my eyes devour him. I let my hands run all over him, combing his hair out to fan over the pillow.
"Ed." My voice is husky and deep. I lean down and kiss him softly. His strong arms wrap around me, and I hiss slightly as the cool auto-mail touches my bare back. He strokes down my back.
"No fair, you still have your pants on." He growls. I smile at him, my eyes flashing.
"You'll just have to fix that problem won't you?" His hands glide down my back, raising slight goosebumps as they go. They meet the edge of my pants and one hand slowly and agonizingly tugs the zipper down as a smirk graces his face. My eyes snap shut as his hand wraps around my shaft. His calluses are slightly rough, and it is a totally new feeling. I groan and my hands ball into fists in the sheets.
He leans up to nip at my neck, sucking on it and uses his free hand to pull me closer to him. Ed lets me go and pulls me fully on to him. Our bodies meet for the first time and I gasp at the same time he lets out a throaty moan. We both pause, gasping for air and trying to keep our sanity. He moves first.
His hips buck up into mine and I cry out at the sensation. Ed buries his face in my shoulder, teeth grazing my skin. His muffled moan rumbles in his chest and echoes in mine. Gasping, I take matters into my own hands. I grind my hips into his again to hear that sound. He just bites harder.
I pull away from him, propping myself up on my elbows. "Stop that." I growl into his ear. He whimpers and thrusts against me. Gasping, I collapse back on him.
Slowly, I regain control of myself. Ever so slowly, I grind against him. Softly and slowly till he's writhing against me. "Rooooooooyyyyyy!" Ed groans my name, bucking against me, his body begging me to move faster. I grin at him.
"Problems?" I whisper, slowing my movements even more. By now he's gasping for air and trying to buck against me harder.
"Roy, please please stop teasing me!" He begs. I pause and just lay there on top of him. His eyes snap open. "ROY!" Ed cries. I just watch him.
"Yes?"
"What the hell? Please Roy, please! I was so close!" He's begging me, and I can't help but grin at him.
"Really? Well then, I guess I just have to fix that problem won't I?" I purr into his ear. He shudders against me.
"Roy please." He groans my name, his cat-like eyes begging me as well.
I stop him. "Edward, I don't think you know what I mean." He narrows his eyes for a moment before it dawns on him.
"I think I do, and I am." He wraps his arms around me and pulls me in for a quick kiss. I study him for a long moment, taking in the steady expression of desire in his eyes and give in.
"Very well then" I place three of my fingers on his lips. It takes him a second to realize what I'm asking for. Pulling them into his mouth, he nips at them and coats them liberally. Pulling them out, I press my lips against his as I slowly slide one in. He winces, but kisses back, his breathing regaining its former harshness.
As quickly as I can, I slip a second finger in. Ed's eyes snap open, and he whimpers slightly. "It'll get better, I promise." I whisper in his ear. I nip on his neck and make my way back down to his nipples. Rolling it around with my tongue I occupy him as I manage to slide the third finger in.
He yelps and tenses against me. "Roy!" His voice is laced slightly with pain.
"Shhhh. It will get better, I swear." I whisper into the shell of his ear. He nods, snapping his eyes shut. I scissor my fingers, stretching him. He wiggles against me slightly as I begin to pump in and out of him, trying to prepare him. Suddenly his back arches and he lets out a throaty moan. I grin, I've found that magic little spot in him.
I brush against it a few more times, melting to the sounds of his moans. Finally I slide my fingers out and move to position myself between his legs. Leaning in, I steal one last kiss before I push into him.
It feels as though I've been engulfed in flames. He's hot and tight and I'm dying to just take him. But I can't. I feel him tense under me, his eyes watering. I freeze, letting him adjust to the new sensation and the pain I know is there.
He's panting under me, both of us as still as statues. I guess I shouldn't have been though. He moves under me, making me sink deeper inside of him. I begin a nice steady rhythm with my hips. Each time I make sure to brush that magic little spot. Ed's writhing under me, his face a mask of passion and ecstasy and it's enough to drive me crazy.
The feeling of him being all around me has me slamming my own eyes shut, and moans escaping my own mouth to mingle with his in the air between us. His arms pull me tighter, and our lips clash together. Sweat mingles together as I rest my forehead on his. He's moving under me and our rhythm is perfect. He arches his back and lets out a deep moan that has me almost cumming right there. But I don't, it wouldn't be fair to leave him like he is.
I reach down, my hand sliding on his perfect chest to wrap around his shaft. I let him pick the rhythm. Our pace is quickened, and I'm fighting the urge to lose myself in him. He bites his bottom lip hard before they part.
"Roooooyy." He groans my name and I shudder. I can tell he's fighting what we both want.
"Edward, don't you hold out on me. Fair is fair is it not? Come on now. You know you want to." I'm gasping in his ear, his body wracking under me with hard shudders as he gets closer with each stroke and pound. "Cum for me Ed, do it." I breath it into his ear.
Finally, he goes over the edge, and when he does, it's magic. He throws his head back and cries my name from deep in his throat. I manage a two more pounds before the tightening of his muscles sends me over the edge with him.
I collapse on top of him, both of us gasping for air. Our hearts are pounding in our chests spasmodically. Finally, we both start to breathe easier and softer. I open my eyes to be met with subdued gold.
"Wow." Ed whispers one little word before he kisses me gently. I just nod before I lift him up in my arms bridal style. I'm careful to try and keep our mess on us and only us.
"Where is your bathroom?" I ask him softly. He just points and I walk out…