Title: Flint and Ashes
Author: Spirix
Genre: Hot War fic
Rating: M for sMut
Pairing: EdRoy RoyEd
Summary: Roy is a young state alchemist in a new war to "unite" Amestris under one banner. But is that what's actually happening, and who is the newest alchemist?
WARNING: Intercoms and Interco- is gagged and taken away
Disclaimer: I hate this part; it just reminds me of my lack of owning such a great story.
Werewolves
If Ed had to describe what happened that night at a later date, he thought one word would suffice: raw. It was an animalistic pairing of teeth, growls and ground. The two of them had rolled, tumbled and grappled in the tent that night with a frenzied need unparalleled by anything Ed had even done in his life.
The strange part is, one would think after hearing such a description that it was describing hot and passionate sex.
That would be a lie.
It did however perfectly describe how Ed tried to fight off Mustang's hugging arms to flee to his bunk. It was a long and desperate struggle between reason and lust that resulted in a lot of suspicious noise, teeth marks and a few bruises.
Ed finally escaped and peeked out the tent flat. Dusty boots hurried past as patrolling soldiers quickly walked by. "I hate this shift; I swear this camp is haunted."
"Yeah, did you hear that howl?"
"Fuck, do you think it was a demon?"
"Of course not. There is no such thing as demons. It was probably just a werewolf."
"What!"
Ed sagged to the ground like a sack of wet hams and hammers, in essence, it was a fleshy thump. He turned to Mustang who was inspecting a small bite mark on his wrist. Ed blushed and said, "Sorry... but you wouldn't let go and didn't want to get caught."
"I didn't either but would it really have been that bad if he found out. We could have just told him to go away until we were finished. Maes is a reasonable guy." Mustang was now eyeing Ed with that damn smirk that made him want to hit the man all over again.
"Are you crazy?" Ed's voice was quiet but that didn't dissipate the rage swelling up inside of him. "If someone, ANYONE, saw us doing anything remotely close to what we're doing, our careers would be over."
Mustang dropped his hand in his lap, "What career? I'm a certified mass mortician. My job is to burn corpses to prevent the diseases that come with mass graves. Once this not-war is done, they will have no use for someone who can play with fire in large qualities. I can't even weaponize it."
Ed gave him an odd look, thinking about his side than shook his head. "We aren't talking about alchemy here. I'm talking about being soldiers, being in the military. That would end in a hurry if someone caught us being stupid."
"Stupid," Mustang inquired.
"Yes stupid. Men should not like other men."
Ed glared at the man when he said. "So you like me?"
"No I don't, there, that solves everything," Ed said with a tone of finality.
But Mustang would not be deterred. "Yes you do, you like me."
"I do not!"
"Yes you do, you like me," he smirked and slipped of his brown coat.
Ed eyed him as he would a viper in his boot and drew his legs closer to his body. "What are you doing?"
Mustang didn't answer him, only began unbuttoning his blue jacket. Ed couldn't help but watch the dexterous fingers undo each button with precision. It wasn't until he heard laughing that he looked up to a certain man with back hair winking at him in the darkness.
"See," he chided and let his jacket fall open, "you just can't look away. You want me. Admit it."
He couldn't stand that smug smirk anymore than he could stand the man behind it. Ed glared and grabbed his own long coat, throwing it on over his boxers and tank top. He shoved his feet in his boots and stormed out of the tent, needing fresh air and distance.
"Wait," Mustang called after him, but Ed didn't bother to turn around. He just walked faster in a random direction, anything to get away from the man. As he passed a random general's office tent, Mustang grabbed his arm and pulled him in. "Are you insane? Walking around like that would only cause a hell of a ruckus if anyone saw you. If you are so bent of secrecy and not being noticed by everyone, then you should really stop shouting and stomping off when things don't go your way. Like today, you just stormed off into THE HOT ZONE! You were lucky that girl found you before you man a holey ass of yourself."
Ed pushed Mustang against the only desk in the room and growled in his face, "One: I am not INSANE! Two: I don't give a fuck what people think about me as long as I get what I want, which includes the military. I need this job! And three: Who are you calling so small and defenceless that he would be made into Swiss cheese just by taking a walk? I do not need protection, especially from you!"
Mustang blinked and then that damn smirk returned. "You want me to protect you?"
Ed choked and let the man go, backing up as far as the small tent would allow. "What I never said!"
"Oh but you wanted to." The man took a step forward, and then another, slowly approaching like a slick jungle cat.
"What the fuck would you know?" Ed didn't like how this conversation was turning. He rapidly glanced around and his hopes of escape shatter when he saw that Mustang was between him and the exit.
"I know a lot about a lot," Mustang said casually and took his long over coat off for the second time. He must have thrown it on when he left Ed's tent. "Listen Elric, I know there is something between us and if you would just admit it, we could move onto the better parts."
Ed could feel the heat rising to his face and widened his eyes. This man was serious! They were practically strangers and anything between them could be used against them easily if found out. Old fears and reservations gripped Edward's soul as he thought about the anguished possibilities.
I can't! If someone found out, this career would be over. It's no secret that the military hates fags. They are mysteriously disappearing or being sent home with their 'injuries'. I refuse to jeopardise my only remaining lead to find Alphonse!
"I can see the conflict in your face," Roy said from suddenly in front of him, "and I know the risks, but this doesn't have to be such a big deal. I want it, you want it, and that's it. It's not like we're a couple, hell we aren't even friends yet. Let's just wing it tonight and come morning, we can forget the whole thing. What do you say?"
Ed panted and licked his lips. The man was so close, so intoxicatingly close that he couldn't think straight. Mustang was offering him something he'd always craved without strings, without blackmail and without the ominous: 'you'll owe me one,'... Dare he take it?
A voice that sounded suspiciously like his younger brother echoed in his head. Ed was used to it now, his brother always being the more level headed of the two.
"'Brother, are you really going to let this man use you for free sex?"
I would be using him too.
"So, that makes it right? Since you're both using each other, that will make it okay? He's practically a stranger!"
That will make it easier. No personal attachments, no feelings and not responsibilities, it sounds perfect!
"It sounds like last time, and you didn't come off that chain of events for the better."
Shut up! Is it so bad to want this? Is it such a crime?
"No brother, it isn't but I don't think 'this' is what you actually want. Don't kid yourself into thinking 'this' will fill the void you feel."
Well I do want this, so shut your yap.
When no reply came Ed turned outwards, back to reality. Mustang hadn't moved but was looking at him strangely. He leaned forward and whispered in Ed's ear, "Did you figure out whatever needed figuring?"
The close proximity of the man made Ed's clamped down lust burst into a physical action as he slammed the man back into the desk. Ed faintly heard a low frequency but passed it off to his teeth grinding so hard together. He pried them apart long enough to state his terms.
"Fine," he growled in the man's face, gripping his jacket in white knuckled fists, "I want this. I'll admit that much but I have some rules."
"Rules? Are they kinky? I like kinky rules."
"Quiet! This is how it's going to be. All I want from you is sex, plain and simple. I don't want a relationship and I don't want feelings. I don't have time for that girly crap. If you're still in, let's do this." Edward whispered this harshly to the man, as if he were afraid of saying such things aloud.
Mustang merely smirked and pulled him closer, if possible and said down to him, "Major Mustang, at your service." And he fucking winked again.
Ed was about to rip him a new one when he found himself flipped around to face the desk. He clutched the wood with his gloved hands and closed his eyes, loosing himself in the feeling of the moment and ignoring the rest.
Maes sat with a group of recently off duty sentries in the mess tent. A few were retelling tales of the vicious werewolf they heard prior and the rest were eating it up.
Soldiers. It's easier to convince them that there are demons in the encampment than that the food they're eating was actually killed before it was served.
He snickered and sipped his black poison. It said coffee on the pot but he wasn't a fool.
"Yeah, I think I even saw its shadow," said one sentry, waving his arms dramatically.
"Me too" said his partner and they went into a long story about how large it was and the fangs.
Maes merely sat back, wondering if it was worth telling them that they had told that story a few times already. He decided to let it go in favour of trying to figure out just what those sounds he heard were. He would admit, they did sound like some frantic animal, but there were so few around he was stumped. It couldn't have been the large eared anorexic rabbits that seemed to thrive in the desert, nor could it have been a scorpion. What else did that leave?
Fine, I want this. I'll admit that much but I have some rules.
Maes looked up at the intercom and scratched his head. He could barely hear what was being said so he shushed the soldiers around him and pointed.
Rules? Are they kinky rules? I like kinky rules.
At the word kinky, the intercom had their undivided attention. They all got up and moved closer to the box hanging from the tent corner. The next thing said was hushed and too fuzzy to make out but Maes could have sworn he heard the word sex.
It seems he wasn't the only one who that that. The sentry who claimed to see the werewolf's shadow blushed a deep shade of red but continued to listen earnestly.
Major Mustang, at your service.
Oh fucking hell...
Maes opened his eyes wider than humanly imaginable and stood up. His chair clanked noisily but not enough to drown out the moans and groans that came next. Even thought the conversation bit had been quiet and hard to hear, Maes had no problem hearing it now. He dashed out of the mess tent and ran to the communications one. People were stopped in the middle of paths between the tents, just listening. Maes tired to ignore the very obvious voice of his best friend as he said things like, 'more?' and 'tell me how you want it babe,' as well as other such phrases that made him turn crimson head to toe.
The other voice never said a word afterwards, only moans, so it could be anyone, not that there were a lot of woman in the encampment. Maes cursed under his breath and ripped open the communications tent. He was never so happy in his life that they weren't in here and quickly went to work on cancelling the broadcast. When he realised he couldn't he sagged in the chair. The moans were getting more erratic and Maes pushed his glasses up. He looked at the large table of switches in front of him and had an idea.
He crossed a few lines and pressed the 'air' button. The moans immediately stopped and Maes called out in his most exuberant voice, "GOOD MORNING SANDBOX!"
He was afraid to take his hand off the button, because then the other broadcast would continue so he went on, grabbing at the only none sexual thought he had. "It's Hughes here, wishing you all an excellent day. The news this morning is as follows: There has been rumours going around that we might have a werewolf among us. While I can neither confirm nor deny the existence of one, I do have some precautionary tips for you all. Did you all know that the only thing that will repel and werewolf is silver? Contrary to the majority opinion, it does not have to be a silver bullet per say but any silver containing object."
Maes took a breath and continued to dig what he knew would be his own grave, "Now silver is the best way to KILL it, but let's say your buddy was infected and now wishes to eat your flesh? I'm sure you would like to save him so here is how you do it. There is a purple flower you can find in the northern mountains called Wolfsbane. It is said that to eat this..."
And Maes went on with every cure and remedy he could remember from the fairy tales, praying that Mustang would hurry before he ran out of nonsense to announce to the camp.
END
I'm sick. It sucks.
Oh I have a rant to share. BOOKS NEED CHAPTERS! I read a book last night with no chapters or even dividers. I was in bed and said "Now, I'm going to read a chapter before I go to sleep."
THREE HOURS LATER.
OMG I just read the whole fucking book! There was no pause... why God, why?!
Okay, thank you for listening. I hope you enjoyed the not-quite-but-close-smut of this chapter.
-Rixie Demon
