A/N: Before this story was just non-stop Roy fluff. As much as I love that I think I love drama in my stories more!
- Dogs of the Military #7: One Room -
I woke up in a big hotel suite. It was pretty nice, a classic 5-star hotel. The bedroom was separate from the other room with had the table and furniture. It was huge. I was lying in a king-size bed with a soft mattress and fluffy soft blankets. But even the softness of the bed couldn't chase all the pain away. I lifted my shirt to check my wounds.
My bandages were changed as well as my clothes. I was wearing a white T-shirt and white shorts. I could guess who did this for me. I loosened my bandages to check my wounds with my own eyes. My skin was black and blue. Bruised and still throbbing. I probably shouldn't have fallen asleep on the train. Those train seats weren't friendly to the wounded.
Suddenly the door to the bathroom opened. Steam rushed out of the bedroom, filling the bedroom. Roy stood in the doorway, a small towel wrapped around his waist. He smiled his usual smug smile.
"Good morning, Colonel Richard."
"Roy," I growled.
He knew I was still mad at him for what he almost said on the train. Last time I was left to protect myself I got raped. And even worse, just as I feared, my peers and probably those under me had little to no respect for me any longer.
"What the hell are you doing in here?" I said.
"You don't think you had that whole bed to yourself, did you?" Roy chuckled.
"Don't tell me we're sharing this room." I snarled.
"Well, we are, so calm down." Roy walked over to the big dresser. He pulled his towel off and threw it to the ground. I immediately looked away. He'd be able to seduce me with that firm ass of his. I gulped back my tension. My wounds were still bugging me. I focused on that and my anger for him.
"Why did you do this, Roy?" I asked. "I don't want to share a room with you. And especially after what you did yesterday I don't even want to look at you."
"Oh, don't be so bitter," Roy said again, but this time his voice was a little more serious. He knew he was wrong. He knew I was angry at him. Roy pulled his black briefs up and I sighed, but only slightly. His body still tormented me. "I have to protect you, you can't sleep alone, so…"
"There you go again!" I yelled.
"I just –," Roy began.
"Bring up protecting me again…" I shook my head. "Get out of my room and get your own. I'm fine on my own."
"That's not what your father said." Roy said. "He said he was more comfortable with me staying with you. He said he wanted me to protect you."
My mouth dropped. "You dirty fucking son of a BITCH, get out of my room right NOW!"
I grabbed the first thing I caught in my hands from the night table and tossed it at him. Roy jumped out of the way. I found something else – a book – and chucked it. Roy left the room when I grabbed the lamp.
I sat back, putting my hand over my aching wounds. I took a deep breath in. That bastard.
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"Eat, Richard." Roy ordered me. He was fully dressed and was getting ready to leave. I let him back in the room after I was finished dressing. I was also dressed in my uniform. It felt good to be back in my uniform. It made me feel a little more important. A little more powerful, a little less helpless.
There was a plate of food sitting in front of me. Roy had put it in front of me after he came out of the bedroom. I just glared at the floor. "Stop sulking like a damn child."
"I only act like one because you treat me like one."
"I wouldn't treat you like a child if you'd just act like a grown up."
"I only act like one because you treat me like one."
"Well if you stop acting like one, I'll stop treating you like one."
This went on for a while. Back and forth, back and forth, until I put my hands close together.
"I'll do it." I growled. "I'll blow your fucking head off."
Roy slipped his hand right into his pocket. He came out with his hand in his glove like he was drawing a pistol. "All I have to do is snap."
We both sat there, my hands almost touching, him pointing his nearly snapped fingers at me. This was all my fault, I guess. I was tired of being treated like a helpless child. I finally gave in. I was too tired to be screwing around with him.
"Good choice," Roy said, lowering his hand.
"Go to hell." I muttered. Roy walked over to me. He bent down and pulled my head close. I grabbed a handful of the front of his uniform and started pulling away. He kissed me on the forehead so gently that I stopped struggle against him.
"I didn't mean to insult you," he whispered.
He pulled away and I let go of him. As he walked towards the door I turned and yelled, "You pervert!"
Roy paused. It was a mistake to say that when he was about to leave. Roy turned around and glared at me. I started to regret that. Why was I so intimidated? Roy came walking towards me. I gasped, automatically raising my arms. Roy grabbed both of my wrists and pulled me onto my back. He got on top of me, his legs spread over my stomach.
"Roy…!" I cried.
Roy leaned over and pressed his lips against mine. I tried to move my hands but he had a strong grip on them. I whimpered softly. I turned my head to the side and closed my eyes. Instead of getting off me, though, Roy started licking my neck.
"Roy, stop!" I cried. Memories of Scar ran through my head. "Roy, please! I'm sorry!"
Roy stopped. He pulled himself up. I looked at him. He was frowning deeply.
"I'd never hurt you," He snapped.
He got off of me. I sat up, speechless. Roy grabbed his coat and was out the door.
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Maes and I were driving to Central. I guess Havoc and Alex went to work earlier, because they were gone by the time Maes came to take me to HQ. He wasn't wearing his uniform, just a pair of slacks and a blue button down.
"Hey, Maes," I said, "Are you rooming with anyone?"
"Alex." Maes said. "Havoc and Sergeant Rogers are sharing a room, and the other three are sharing one. Why?"
"I was just wondering." I smiled.
"You like rooming with Roy?" Maes asked.
"No." I sighed. "There's only one bed, we're already fighting because he has to be such a jerk all the time and I think the only reason we're sharing a room is so he can boss me around."
Maes frowned. "That's not quite it."
"What do you mean?" I asked. "Then what is it?"
Maes pulled up to Central HQ. "Roy will tell you later." Maes smiled. "For now, find out about the bomb, ok? I'm staying away like you told me to, so hurry and crack the case."
"Ok." I smiled. "Thanks."
I started up the staircase in the front of the grand building. I remember coming here when I was very little. I had always dreamt of walking these stairs in a uniform just like my father. I remember walking up these stairs as a private, in my uniform, and being so happy that my dream had come true.
I walked through the front doors. The guards, of course, had to check me to see if I was really Colonel Richard Pen, even though I looked just like my father. I guess I shouldn't expect any special treatment just because I was the general's son.
"What brings you here, sir?" one of the guards asked.
I put my watch back into my pocket. "Ah, I'm here just to study." I said.
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King Bradley sat behind the desk in his office, looking over the cursed papers that made working in the military seem dull. He muttered to himself as he shuffled through the papers. The door on the other side of the room was knocked on firmly but respectively. Bradley straightened the classified papers up. He cleared his throat.
"Come in."
A guard stepped into the office. He came in with his head down. He walked towards Bradley's desk in a hurry. He stood at attention, saluting the King.
"King Bradley, sir," he said. "Colonel Richard Pen has just entered the building."
Bradley's eyes lit up. He smiled to himself. "Really?" Colonel Mustang has come to Central and now Colonel Richard Pen was here? "Is he here to see his father?"
"I-I don't know, sir," the guard said. "I think he's going to the library first, King Bradley."
"Hmm… very well. You can leave." Bradley waved his hand dismissively. The guard bowed and left the room, shutting the door behind himself. Bradley sat back, putting both feet up on his desk. He folded his hands over his stomach, the cruel smile painted on his handsome face.
What are you here for, Richard? Bradley thought. Maybe I should pay you a visit… and slow your work down...
To be continued…
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A/N: I did a lot of editing on this chapter, not because it sucked (that's part of the reason) but because I wanted to take the story in a slightly different direction. I want to make minor changes without completely changing the story.
