Fuhrer, King Bradley, Father, Pride, he'd been called names over the years. The well tanned man ran his fingers through his black hair, his bangs falling in the same place they always were. The man sighed. "What's the point of being a homunculus if I still age?" the man too a momentary glance at his eye patch, which was sitting on his desk. He then crossed the room and shifted the book shelf to reveal his safe. He entered the combination and took out his human skull. "Feh, her masterpiece. I still age and I have no soul." Pride sighed and returned his skull to his skull to the safe. He crossed the room again, grabbed his patch and covered the scarred eye that identified him as a homunculus. He walked into his office, in a melancholy mood and ignoring the various salutes given to him. That is, until he saw a man with white gloves and black hair who was being followed by a blonde woman, a metal suit and a short blond boy in a red coat.
"Good Morning, Fuhrer, Sir!" The group saluted in unison.
"The Flame Alchemist, I presume, and you have Full Metal with you."
"Yes, Sir"
"Well, take good care of him." Fuhrer Bradley said as he left the group to whatever they were doing. "That Flame Alchemist is something." The Fuhrer said to no one in particular.
"Good Morning, Fuhrer," said his secretary "there are urgent matters that I need to speak with you privately."
They entered his office, and Bradley removed his patch and opened his eye to reveal his mark. "What is it Sloth?" Pride asked as he sat down.
"Well Father, it seems as if the Elric boy has located Dr. Marcoh." She twisted her mouth in distaste at the name Elric. This was boring. He had foreseen it already and already knew what decision he was going to make. "Bring him to central and have Lust deal with him." His eye activated then. He gasped as the vision approached. "Oh Fuhrer! God Please!" said a nude Colonel Mustang. They were at a location he didn't recognize. "Please Bradley, go deeper! AHHH! YES! THERE!" with that Fuhrer Bradley was back in his office with Sloth standing in front of him with a confused and concerned look. "What did you see, Father?" Bradley shifted to conceal the growing bulge that resulted from the barrage of images. "A personal glimpse of the future. Nothing pertaining to our plans." "Alright, Father. I'll leave you to your work." Pride was relieved when Sloth left the room. "She should stop trying to deny that she's their mother. I wonder how they gave her memory of her past life?" he had no memory of anything before being created. He wondered what he was like sometimes, but he didn't really care. He closed his scarred eye and put his patch back on. He decided he was going to practice with his sword some, so he tool off his blue coat, took his sword, and jumped out his back window.
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Colonel Mustang was bored. It was midday. There was nothing to do. The paperwork had been all done, the menial tasks assigned, Full Metal tortured. He decided to visit Hughes. He burst into Maes' off ice without any regard to his privacy.
"Hello, Roy." Hughes stated with a resigned sigh "I see you still haven't learned the fine art of door knocking."
"Anything interesting happened, Hughes?"
"Actually, there is." Hughes said in a mysterious voice.
Colonel Mustang leaned in closer, expecting a mystery or something horrifying, but instead he got "It's a mystery to me how Alicia gets cuter by the day!" The Flame Alchemist sweatdropped and almost set his friend of fire to teach him a lesson, but instead, he decided to sneak out through his back window. As soon as he got out of his window, he saw none other than Fuhrer Bradley creeping toward the building. Bradley was wearing a VERY form fitting black top and his uniform pants. This was the first time Roy had noticed the very toned upper body of the older man, and he was astonished. Roy thought he needed to get back into his window, but it was too late. Bradley had spotted him. They both froze while trying to get into their windows. Oh Fuck they both thought. "Hello, Flame Alchemist!" the Fuhrer said cheerily.
"Hello, Sir!" Roy Snapped to attention. He had been admiring the body of the other man and forgot to salute. "Where have you been, sir?"
Pride was caught off guard, which never happened. He had been training with Lust, but he couldn't tell Mustang that. "I went out for a little swordsmanship training. We can keep this between us, right?" Roy nodded, more to Bradley's chest and buff chest. "Where were you going?"
"A stroll and an early lunch, sir." Mustang admitted guiltily.
"Nothing wrongs with that. Would mind if I joined you for lunch?"
Mustang's jaw dropped. It took him a few seconds to recover and he stuttered out "N-no sir. I-I wouldn't mind, Fuhrer."
"Call me Bradley. Let me get my coat and we'll go."
They walked to a little Café for lunch. Bradley had a simple hamburger, while Mustang had fillet mignon.
"Would you mind if I tried your fillet?" Bradley asked innocently.
Roy couldn't think clearly, still being in shock over being at lunch with the Fuhrer himself. He was also still blindsided by the highly sculpted body of the Fuhrer, so when the Fuhrer asked him for a taste, he cut a piece with his fork and offered to put it in his leader's mouth. Bradley saw an opening to make his fantasy come true, so he deftly stuck his tongue out and licked the piece of steak before taking Roy's hand and directing the fork into his mouth, pulling it out clean. Roy gave a deep blush. "B-bradley, s-sir…" Roy stuttered out. "Yes Colonel Mustang?" Bradley replied seductively. Roy tried to ignore the heat in his face, but the blood was rushing to his head. "Are you Okay? You're turning the loveliest shade of red." Roy desperately tried to collect his thoughts. Was the Fuhrer really hitting on him? It couldn't be. The Fuhrer was rather handsome and he was imagining what that tactile tongue could do to other parts of his body. "Well we need to get back to our offices before someone finds out we were gone." That snapped Roy out of his fantasizing. "Yea, we probably should. We should do this again, Sir."
"How About Tomorrow. During legitimate lunch hours, of course."
"Yes, Sir." Roy sounded almost eager.
The rest of the day was boring for the Flame Alchemist. He had more paperwork to do, he played a game of chess with Heymans Breda. He was relieved to get home. He ate a light dinner of old pizza and watched television until around 11Pm, when he decided to turn off the Television. He woke up 3 hours later with the feeling that there was a presence in his room with him. He grabbed his spare gloves from off his nightstand. He snapped and lit the strategically placed candles in his room. At his door was the last person he expected at 2AM. Fuhrer Bradley. "Hello, Flame Alchemist Roy Mustang."
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A/N: Alright Kiddies! This is my First FMA fanfic. I'm trying to end on cliffhangers. I need at least 2 reviews for me to put up the next chapter, so Review pleases!!!