Disclaimer: I, Kyuubi-chan, do not own Full Metal Alchemist . . . but believe me, if I did things would definately be different, paring wise different - not storyline different. Confused yet? 'Cause I am. . .

Warning: This was rated "M" for a reason! If you have any doubts about it continue reading and find out! This story does contain sexual content of an adult range (As far as it can without being booted off anyways) and will most likely contain violence. . . I haven't decided yet. YAOI content especially!

Parings: EdxRoy, RoyxHavoc, AlxWinry, HavocxHawkeye (Yes. . .There will be at least two heterosexual couples but they won't do much, I promise! And just for the record, my main concern will be Roy and Ed. . .but you probably already knew that - heh.)

Note: I know this story is said to have Angst and Romance, but at the beginning (and maybe some random parts in other chapters) it has comedy so don't let that catch you off gaurd and make you think,"Crap! Is this the wrong story! I better go find another one. . ." I really don't want that! Please stay! Oh, and in this story Ed is 17 and Al is, well, 16 (Neither of them have been returned to normal)

Cruel Alchemy

Chapter One : Lost and Confused

In a small apartment, barley large enough to fit more then two people, dark eyes were passionately locked with golden pools that were practically closed. Edward's grip on the beds sheets tightened as the other man entered the smaller body at last, having spent most of his time preparing his entry with two fingers. With every thrust of the owner of the eyes that consumed Ed, digging deeper within him, the blonde continuously let out moans of both pain and pleasure. Dark hair was the only thing Edward could see next of his apparent lover, when he felt the other man's hand massage his erect shaft, giving him even less control over his body's desires.

"M-More . . . Please!" Edward managed to plead, leading his hands up the soft skin of the other man's back and bringing him closer.

In response, Ed could feel his lover nod against his sweaty skin. The boy could also feel the man speak, but for some reason he seemed to produce no voice. Edward thought for a moment as to why, but was quickly brought to his senses when his lover began to push harder and faster against his much smaller body. It was if a fire had gone off inside him when he finally released himself, screaming a name he couldn't even hear.

Suddenly Edward's eyes jerked open and he shot up, getting a slight head rush. The golden hair boy examined the room of which he lay in and came to the conclusion that what had just happened was a dream, and only a dream. Ed placed a hand over his heart and felt it beating so fast it was almost hard to breathe, along with his sweaty shirt which covered his cold, wet chest. Next inspection was the time, pissing him off immediately when it read 3:45am; he hated getting up early. The last thing that Edward checked up on was the most surprising; his "little friend" was standing directly up. Ed quickly threw the sheets over that certain part of his body to keep it out his sight, and so that he could get his thoughts "straight".

What the hell just happened? Since when do I have dreams like that! I-I was having sex . . . with a MAN! That's-That's not right! I'm not that way right? RIGHT! . . . This is the first time I've had a wet dream . . . like . . . that . . . . GOD! It was just a dream! NOTHING MORE!

Edward began to lightly pound his fist against his face, trying to rid himself of the images from his dream. When he realized he was making no progress, except to make his face hurt, he got out of bed, nearly tripping over Al's large metal body, and went inside the bathroom. After entry, Ed found himself staring at his face, prying the hair that was plastered to his cheeks by all the sweating he had been doing. Finishing that, his mind began to wander to "thought land" once more-

I think the thing that's bothering me the most is that I was the friggin' bitch in the relationship. On the bottom, asking for more and everything. . .

Edward's head sank, forcing him to stare at the sink he leaned against. When he turned his head he caught sight of the shower, which clicked in his mind as a very good idea at that point, a cold shower was the perfect remedy for this kind of situation. As he adjusted the shower's temperature to what was comfortable for him, he intensely began to think as to whom the opposing party was from his dream, after all, without knowing who it was Ed felt like it had been a "one night stand". Wait, wait, wait; one night stand? He was reading way too much into it.

The moment the water hit his skin, metal alike, all his previous thoughts seemed to have vanished and leave him to finally relax. In fact, it was so relaxing that Edward actually fell back to sleep, this time without anything to dream about.

Upon the next morning, Alphonse was surprised when he noticed his brother missing from his bed; and in the shower already. The large armored boy slowly walked over to the bathroom door, and peered inside only to find that his brother was as wrinkly as an old woman and staring at the doorway with extremely tired eyes.

"A-Al. . .You're awake? What time . . . is it?" Edward muttered, almost too quiet for Al to hear.

"It's 6:45. N-Nii-san! Are you alright?" Al immediately questioned, running over to his brother's side and lifting him from the shower, wrapping Ed in a towel and shutting off the water.

Once the two were back in the bedroom (Edward half-prune, half-human) was staring off into space, or could've possibly been sleeping with his eyes open, it was hard for Al to tell with his brother's new condition.

"Could you explain to me what happened to you before I woke up that would cause you to do something as stupid as showering for 3 HOURS! Nii-san!" Al yelled, acting as if he were to older brother since Edward was obviously not going to respond to anything else.

Edward didn't respond, except for having his head fall and his eyes to close as he continued to sit up, drool slowly protruding from his mouth. Al couldn't help but calm himself down at the, what he called "weak", state his brother was in. The younger brother walked up to the phone and began to dial central to announce Edward's absence when the golden haired boy stopped him.

"Nii-san . . . with the way you are there's no way you can take on any missions. You look like a foreign fruit that only starving animals could digest." Al told his brother, sounding absolutely serious despite what he said.

Edward disregarded being called a fruit, it was better then him referring to his height, and responded with a normal tone, "I'm fine! I just had a bad dream last night and fell asleep in the shower, nothing serious to my health!"

Al stared blankly at his brother, I think the shower experience shriveled up his brain as well . . . he thought, chuckling to him self afterwards and catching Ed off guard.

"W-What's so funny?" Ed questioned.

Al didn't answer.

"Spill it! What's so funny?" Ed spat again, his body shaking from anger.

"Pfft! N-Nothing-at-all! Hee-Hee!" The younger brother managed to get out.

"Damn it Al! WHAT!" Edward screamed before he pounced on his younger brothers much larger body, gnawing on the side of his helmet.

"Toe ii! (Tell Me!)" Edward demanded once more, mouth still plastered to Al's head. Despite his old brother's constant nagging, Al didn't let up on his thoughts and only managed to continue to piss Ed off.

Having miraculously returned to normal, Edward and Alphonse had finally made their way to Central by 8:00am exactly. Al left the side of his brother to go to the library while Ed headed off to the Colonel's office. It felt like an eternity to reach the Colonel's door, but for some odd reason Ed's heart was beginning to pound against his chest as it had when he woke up. Hitting his chest and yelling to "Get a hold of your self!" he finally opened the door, surprised when he immediately locked eyes with Roy. All of a sudden he felt his face become hot and he just knew he was blushing, but what for? Ed jerked his head, looking away from the Colonel, taking a deep breath.

"What are you waiting for, come in. Or are you shrinking and unable to move?" Roy stated, practically sneering at the small alchemist.

Edward snapped, "WHO ARE YOU CALLING THE SMALLEST OF THE PIGMY PEOPLE WHO YOU WOULDN'T EVEN NOTICE IF HE WAS KNAWING YOUR ANKLE OFF!"

Mustang smirked, having gotten ultimately used to Edward's random bursts of anger. The Colonel pulled out an envelope from his desk drawer and held it out with a flimsy wrist, his head resting on his free hand. "I got a new mission for you from the Fuhrer, obviously assigned just for you."

The golden hair boy quickly reclaimed his senses and walked closer to the Colonel, at least, close enough to get the envelope. As he reached out to take it, he was caught totally off guard and was pulled directly face to face with the Colonel. With their faces so close together, Ed almost thought, no, hoped that Roy would get even closer. Something in the blonde's head clicked with the suddenly closeness besides his weird thoughts. He noticed that the raven black locks that fell in the Colonel's face and his piercing eyes were exactly the same as the man's in his dream. Ed felt himself blushing, but no matter how obvious it probably was, Mustang hadn't noticed and finally whispered.

"Don't make me look bad Full Metal, I discovered you after all."

A flame, more like a spark flashed inside Edward and he changed from being embarrassed to furious within seconds. The blonde yanked his arm from the Colonel with little trouble and yelled angrily, "That's all I am, isn't it? A DAMN "DOG" TO SHOW OFF SO YOU CAN GET PROMOTED!" with that said, being out of the ordinary from his normal way to express anger, the small alchemist stormed out of Mustang's office and as quick as he could from the building.

Roy, whose expression was that of a confused boy, stared at the door that had been slammed moments before. "What the hell was that all about? He doesn't normally care about that kind of thing. . ." the older man mumbled to himself, resting his head on his other hand, losing blood in the on he had been resting against. Roy began to contemplate Ed's reaction when he was quickly interrupted by Hawkeye entering his office, stopping at the door and saluting.

"Sir." she said monotonously, her eyes unable to read as usual.

"At ease Hawkeye . . . ", Mustang said flatly, sighing with relief that he didn't ponder Full Metal's action, it would've only been more stressful for the Colonel. A waste of time? He wasn't sure at this point but even thinking as he was tiring, so distractions were nice.

Hawkeye walked further into the office with a large pile of papers in her hands, amazingly able to hold with only one hand. Sometimes Roy wasn't even sure whether or not the women was showing her complete strength or if those papers were just light. Hawkeye was actually quite scary when he thought about it, with her gun craze and all. His thought process was quickly cut off-again-by his subordinate.

"All of these need to be signed and then sent back to the Furhrer, understood Colonel?" She said in a demanding manner, as if speaking to a child.

Putting aside that the women was scary, she also had plenty of guts to go with it, which, he thought, made her almost like a mother to him. Afraid of getting his ass shot, he quickly responded, "Yes . . . I'll check them over and sign them immediately. Thank you Hawkeye, dismissed."

The woman nodded and slowly walked over to the door, glancing back with a look that read "If you don't finish those reports by the time I get back I'll make you into a woman with 2 shots!" Roy put aside his fear until his subordinate was gone from his office, then he let out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding. Mustang glanced down at his paper work and began to scan each and every page, signing as he finished each. When he came to a page that spoke of Edward and his progress as a State Alchemist, Roy was quickly brought back to Ed yelling at him earlier, with no knowledge still as to why he reacted the way he did.

"I'll never finish if I keep obsessing over it. He was probably PMS-ing about something and let out his anger on me, as usual. But then why is it bothering me so much? Damn it Full Metal, you must of done this on purpose to keep me distracted from my work so Hawkeye would punish me, that's what I would expect from you..." he glanced down at the paper once more, staring at Edward's name until he finally signed the paper and moved on to the next one. "I'm not going to become a woman because of you-" Mustang ranted until he was interrupted by his phone ringing.

He slowly picked up the receiver, with one guess lingering in his mind as to who it was until Hughes began, "Whe-Mustang? You're there right? Oh! You wouldn't believe what Elizia did today, she walked, WALKED!" So what? I walk every damn day. I hate it. . . "It was like watching an angel spread its wings." Spread YOUR wings and leave me the hell alone! "She's going to be a famous dancer, that one. The stars are telling me." I wish they'd tell you to shut up too "It's so early too! She probably gets it from my side of the family, I AM pretty graceful-" At this point Roy's head was beginning to ache and he could no longer complain.

Mustang's eyes began to twitch and his grip on the phone tightened threateningly, but Hughes just went on and on. Somehow . . . Roy was able to blame the phone call on Edward.

"Someone up there must hate me. . ." he mumbled.

After Edward had stormed out of the Colonel's office, he found him self leaving Central, forgetting that he had left Al in the library. Oh well, Ed was way too pissed to care at that point. The way the Colonel thought of his as a toy, something to use for his success. What about Ed? Didn't he care that he was trying to give his brother back his body? That he didn't really want the automail anymore? Was it all just for show, the small moments of care that Roy expressed?

"That BASTARD!" Edward yelled loudly, making anyone that had been close by jump from surprise and scatter away from him as if to avoid injury. Ed had no want to stop but his stomach was telling him otherwise, forcing the small alchemist to enter the nearest cafe and order something he could afford. When his meal came, the blonde quickly devoured all that was before him as fast as he had gotten it, nearly taking the table with it. After he was finished, which wasn't long, he found himself staring at the mission report that Mustang had given him. Edward realized he had no information whatsoever on what it was, having left as fast as he did from the man's office. Reaching over and opening the envelope, Edward exposed the contents and began to read:

Full Metal Alchemist,

We have been informed that in a small town called Kikar, people are beginning to disappear with no word as to why. All

of those who haven't disappeared have either began or are already effected by a virus that's spreading only to those with

"modifications", or automail like the ones that are connected to your body. In this certain area a small war had raged for

property amongst the people of the town and a mercenary with a pack of ex-soldiers. Fortunately the people had won the

battle, but at a horrible cost; over 90percent of the population had been injured to the point of loss of limbs, which is where

specialists, like the ones from where you came from, came in and began to "replace" those who were in danger of death, or

had asked for such a change directly. Why is this important?

Well, there is a suspicion that there is someone or something taking the aloe of the metal that their automail is producing

with the virus. I, as the Furhrer, thought that you might have specialties required for this mission to possibly save the

people and stop whatever it is that's spreading the virus and costing the lives of so many! I caution you on this mission

though, as I mentioned the virus spreads through the automail limbs, you will be in constant danger so stay sharp, and we

expect your report when you return in good health. Good luck Full Metal, Edward Elric.

-Central-

With that read over, Edward had totally forgotten about Roy and his bastard attitude, at least for a second. Now Ed's attention was strictly directed as to how to go about such a mission. Well, first off he'd have to find a way to prevent from getting the virus, whatever it was, and keep his automail clean. Second would be to track down the "someone" that's causing this whole mess and beat him to a pulp. Last, he had to talk to the "bastard" to find out when he leaves, considering he didn't stay long enough to find that out either. To his surprise, as he opened the cafe door, Al was directly in front of him, a book in his armored hand.

"N-Nii-san! I found you! I thought I'd lost you back at Central! What's that? A new mission?" Al asked, sounding as cheerful as ever, almost to the point of it being creepy.

"Ya, it's a new mission but I don't know when I leave. . ." Ed responded in a tired voice, slouching forward in shame. Al took a hint and dragged his brother back to the Colonel's office. Al stood by his brothers side, staring at the doorway . . . just staring.

"What's wrong Nii-san? Aren't you going to go inside and find out when we leave?" The armored boy questioned, bending down slightly so he could see his brothers face clearly.

Despite the fact that Edward had doubts that there would be a "we" on his newest mission, he felt no need to bring that up right now. I don't wanna. . ." he whined, only to receive a glare from his younger, yet larger brother." Alright, alright. I'll go in already . . . Jeez." Al smiled with his eyes and took a step back.

"Then I'll leave it to you Nii-san. I'll be back at the library! Don't forget to get me when you leave this time!" and with that, Al quickly made his way out of Ed's sight.

Now the real obstacle; getting in, getting the info, and getting out alive. What the hell, might as well tempt death, it wouldn't be the first time. As Ed lifted his hand to open the damn door at last, Mustang beat him to it and slammed it directly into the small alchemists face.

Roy didn't even notice until he heard curses from behind the other side of the door. "D-Damn . . . That hurt!" Edward yelped, placing his hands over his face as if they'd heal the pain; when all it did was cover what was probably going to be a bruised nose.

The Colonel peered behind the door and almost burst out laughing, but somehow found the restraints not to. What are you doing back there Full Metal? Aren't you on a mission?" he asked, his voice calm, yet stern.

"Y-Ya, about that-"

"I can't give it to someone else. It was strictly for you."

"No, I didn't want that . . . I just wanted to know when I was supposed to leave." Ed finally asked, using the wall as a support to steady himself as he steadied his feet.

Mustang stared at the small alchemist, finally shutting the door to show he was listening; meaning he expected Edward to continue, which the blonde quickly caught up on.

"Look. . .I'm sorry for getting mad earlier and freaking out on you the way I did, but I was having a bad morning as it is and had strange things going on in my head. . .I wasn't myself-" the next part Edward nearly bit his tongue saying despite having already said it once, "I-I'm . . . Sorry."

Upon hearing this, Roy felt that his hell of a morning needed more then that to make it ok. I'm sorry, what did you say?"

Ed felt his eye twitch as he inhaled a large amount of air and yelled, "I'M SORRY DAMN IT!"

The Colonel felt satisfied, ruffling Ed's hair when he said, "You leave whenever you want to leave for this one, depending on how much you want to save those people. Good day Major." and with that, Mustang was gone.

Edward felt himself blushing for such a small thing as Roy patting his head, when it hit him. "I-I could leave whenever I want? I CAME ALL THE WAY HERE AND FREAKED OUT LIKE I DID FOR THAT? COLONEL YOU BASTARD!" he screamed throughout the office hallways.

Having heard that from his location, Roy smirked and continued to the parking lot, getting into his car and driving off to his home for some well deserved, or so he believed, R&R

After Talk!

God . . . That's pretty damn long for a first chapter (At least for me anyways). Sorry if this one wasn't as fluffy as you'd like it to be, but I promise it will be next chapter! I just wanted to get the plot going. I sure your dying to know it was in Edward's dream huh? Well, you find out later but I'm sure you have a guess as to who it is, but you never know O.O THANKS FOR READING! PLEASE REVIEW! Did that sound desperate enough?

EDIT: Since I have such obsessive compulsive editor, the Fairy Alchemist, I have had this chapter edited, and most likely the other's as well. . .You never know