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Chapter Ten

They all sat in the family room. Winry, now settle next to her husband, who had a firm grip on her wrench hand, as she stared down the younger versions of everyone in the room. Her eyes remained locked between the younger Roy and younger Ed. Both of which sat next to each other, though reluctantly, their eyes wide and unfocussed as they tried to process the new information.

"So he, or you, transmuted time?" Winry pointed at the older Ed. He sat on the other couch, very close to the Fuhrer, who had his arm lingering very close to his secretary's shoulder. The younger Ed stared directly at the two. While his elder tried to give him reassuring smiles every once and while, the Fuhrer didn't even glance in their direction, though with the big reveal he didn't seem all to worried about being that close to his Ed.

His Ed. It seemed odd in every single way, but that statement was entirely true. The two silver rings on both of their elder's fingers confirmed it entirely. How did he miss that before? He had stared at his double for hours as they researched the circles together, yet not once had he noticed the ring.

"That's correct." Edward spoke with a little smirk. Roy just stared at him. His body stance, his voice, the rings, how close his double's arm was to his shoulder, how the elder Edward was even leaning in just slightly into the Fuhrer. It was all right there, right in front of him. He could feel Fullmetal sitting next to him, his young eyes searching him for answers. He didn't dare look over at him, even glance his way.

"And you want me to repair his leg, but not all the way?"

"You can repair it just don't add any new flairs like you would to Ed's leg." The Fuhrer spoke, still not looking at either his double or younger Ed.

"That Ed," Winry clarified. The Fuhrer only rolled his eyes.

"Yes, not like our Ed."

"Brother still has automail?"

The whole group turned to Alphonse. The young boy shifted back and forth, his armor creaking. His small red eyes were locked on the older Ed. His smirk fell, his eyes drooping a bit. He sat up leaning over to pull up his slacks.

"Ed…" Mustang cautioned, but the blonde just ignored him. He pulled his pant leg up to the knee, revealing a flesh leg. The younger Al and Ed sighed in relief till he clapped his hands, touching his leg. The light flashed and the flesh started to pull away, quickly replaced with shinning automail. He looked up as he turned his leg left and then right, and banged it once again the floor. The clang of the automail didn't ring out.

"The new metal allows for certain transmutations, Winry and I have been working together, helping out others who have automail. At least it gives the appearance, so people can try and lead normal lives." Ed explained. He attempted to smile again at Al, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"But you got your bodies back, you said…" Alphonse trailed off. Edward looked to the older Al and realized he too was clenching his fist.

"Everything has its price."

Both the younger Ed and Roy stared straight at the shinning metal. The words rang in both their ears. What happened, that Ed would forgo the chance of getting back his leg? What price was too great? Or even worse, was there something else that was worth giving it up again?

Roy shook his head. There was no way that was even near correct. Ed would never risk any type of transmutation that would take something he had worked so long to retrieve.

"But, why didn't you..."

"Al, its fine," Ed tried to settle the younger Alphonse. The younger Fullmetal just continued to stare at the older version of his brother. His hand around his wife's wrist remained calm, but the other revealed white knuckles. Roy watched his older double, realizing his eyes were locked on the floor, his own fists were tight. The Fuhrer didn't seem too happy with that answer either.

"Well then," Winry stood and walked between the group to kneel next to younger Ed. "I guess it's time to fix you so you can actually walk again." She looked up at the blonde and just shook her head as she sighed.

"I'm going to get confused so I'm just calling you by your last names, or Ed one and Ed two, something like that…" Winry just continued to mumble, as she jerked Ed's leg to the side to examine it.

"Our last names are the same," He griped under his breath.

"What?" She asked, though her eyes didn't glance up from his knee. Her fingers pushed and prodded as she looked around the metal joint.

"I said our last names are the same."

"His is Mustang now so…."

"My last name is not Mustang!" the elder Ed objected. The Fuhrer chuckled, finally looking up from the floor. His arm dropped from the top of the couch to now rest on Ed's shoulder.

"Just half of it," The Fuhrer mumbled as he squeezed Ed's shoulder. Seems all worries of the future being revealed were at least partially gone. The younger Ed watched as the Fuhrer continued to lightly massage his husband's arm. His eyes shifted to the Colonel, who was also focused on the small interaction between their doubles.

His eyes didn't break from the two, until his black eyes shifted slightly over to him. Ed's face lit up red as they locked gazes. The Colonel quickly looked away, his own knuckles now tensing up.

"A fucking hyphen, Elric is still there." The elder Ed mumbled. The Colonel only tightened his grip, and Ed shook, looking between everyone else and his commander.

"Yes, but Mustang comes first."

The Colonel shot up from the couch. Winry shifted way still kneeling on the floor, and the rest of the group turned to look a Mustang.

"It's wrong." He mumbled. Ed felt the sudden urge to just stare at the floor.

"What the Hell is this?" He took a step forward and the Fuhrer stood as well.

"He's a child let alone a man, you manipulated him into this and you just think that because it all seemed to worked out that it's okay?"

"Don't presume to understand what you haven't gone through, Colonel." The Fuhrer spat his title at him.

"You're disgusting," He spat back and then stormed from the room.

They all sat still. Ed continued to stare at the floor till he could no longer hear the Colonel's footsteps. Disgusting? Was he disgusting? He had watched them, seen way more than he was ever expecting, and maybe he enjoyed it, but it was just a fucking reaction. It's not like he can control his fucking dick. Was it disgusting, that he couldn't look at the Colonel without thinking about what he saw in that bedroom? Ed wanted to run too. It wasn't fair the bastard Colonel could fucking just walk away, and his automail was all sorts of fucked up.

The elder Edward sighed, "I'll go make sure the Colonel isn't in a pyro mood. How long do you think it will take till he can walk, Winry?"

Ed looked up at his double and suddenly felt even more anger rise up in him. If Mustang couldn't look at him he sure as hell wasn't going to listen to an older him, or maybe he would, if someone could just explain it to him. Did he even want this to happen? Did he even really want the Colonel? His mind jumped back to how the Fuhrer had started to rub his double's shoulder. Fullmetal had no fucking idea about the whole marriage thing (was that even legal?) but he was curious to just try it.

"Don't worry, I'll have you up and running within an hour." He looked up to see Winry and both Als giving him reassuring smiles. His double was long gone, but he Fuhrer still stood next to the couch. He was looking right at him, a small smile tugging on his lips and a certain look behind his eyes, one that Ed had never once seen the Colonel have before. What was it that gave Mustang that look? He was just curious.

Mustang had found his way into a library far from the living room. He paced back and forth as he rubbed his forehead. It was fourteen years between them, and Ed had always been susceptible to his manipulations. He collapsed down into an arm chair in the corner when Maes's voice popped into his head.

You always did like blondes

He held his head in his hands, his elbows resting on his knees. It was wrong so wrong. How the hell did this happen?

Come on Roy, you're not some homophobe, and when has Ed ever done anything he didn't want to do?

No. He was not going to allow himself to be convinced that this was okay, especially using Maes's memory.

"Isn't normally me that runs and hides in the library?"

Roy looked up to see the blonde in the doorway. His glanced over this Ed, taking in his flesh arm and height. He let his head fall back into his hands. How the hell did he handle this one?

"Go away Fullmetal." Was all he got out, before freezing as he realized the blonde was now right next to him.

"Yeah, not gunna happen."

The older Ed waited patiently as the Colonel continued to just stare at the floor. Maes's voice was still ringing in his head.

This Ed isn't a child Roy. He can make his own decisions.

"I swear between you and the Fuhrer I feel like a fucking therapist."

You have always watched over him closely, way more than just a caring commanding officer, Roy admit it

"I'm over eighteen when we start if that's what you're worried about."

I always said you needed more of a family, someone to look after you.

"And come on, this right here should prove this isn't you taking advantage."

Mustang looked up and saw the boy lifting up the hand with his wedding band on it. Upon closer inspection there was small alchemical arrays engraved all around the band, sentimental, but still with a practical purpose. It was very Ed.

"How long?" He finally mumbled out, pointing at the ring. The elder Ed turned his hand gazing at the small band.

"Two years."

Roy cringed. He had kept Ed so close before, because it was to help him accomplish his goal. He had convinced himself it was for the boy's safety, but now he had to look at the evidence in front of him. He had dragged Ed back into the military, something he knew the boy hated. He was far away from his brother, and that leg. He looked down the man's frame and froze as he shifted. It was more muffled, but if you listened closely the creak of a metal joint was still there.

"It took a while for you to pass that whole two guys can shack up thing, but in the end…" Ed trailed off with a shrug and a smile, but Mustang just continued to stare at his leg.

"Why didn't you get your leg back?"

That caused the blonde's smile to fall. He tapped his leg twice against the ground, opening and closing his mouth twice before finally answering.

"What I got for this leg,"

Mustang finally looked Ed in the eye, his eyes going wide as he put the man's words together. What he got for that leg, meaning it was a price, meaning he had gotten his leg back and had it torn away from him again.

"is something of a miracle."

"What does that mean?" He asked, but Edward didn't answer he just stared back at him, and Roy broke. He could see all the emotion behind the blonde's eyes, see his care and devotion, something he had only saw before directed at his younger brother. Yet now, it was all pouring right at him, and that scared him more than anything else. He didn't want to be on the same level as Alphonse. Ed would do anything for his brother, anything at all.

He felt sick. His eyes drifted back down to the man's leg. Ed had lost his limb because of him. He didn't know how or why, but it was clear in the boy's eyes that he had something to with it. He couldn't live with that. He couldn't allow that to happen.

"Eh hem."

The two men turned to see the younger Edward standing in the doorway. The elder Ed smiled while Mustang's entire body froze.

"I need to talk to you." He tried to sound like his normal cocky self, but his voice shook as he stared at the Colonel. Mustang didn't break away from the boy's gaze. He only knew by the sound of the footsteps that the future Ed had left the room, leaving them together, alone.

Gaining more courage he walked right up to the Colonel, neither of them looking away. Roy's eyes only narrowed as he tried to figure out what it was this Ed wanted. From what he had listened in on before, he knew this Ed was already attracted to him. Already he had tainted the boy without meaning too. He was just that too, a boy. Ed was still just sixteen, impressionable, stubborn, loyal, smart as hell, but still just a child.

Ed let out a sigh and then finally spoke, eyes still locked on his commanding officer.

"I make my own fucking decisions."

Roy blinked in confusion.

"Yeah, there have been times when you have fucked with me and shit, leading me around on wild goose chases, but I still decided to do things how I wanted to."

"Fullmetal…"

"If want to do that stuff with you then it's my fucking decision. "

The words Roy wanted to say got stuck in his throat.

"And if I don't I can pound your face in if you try anything, still it's my decision."

Mustang let out a cough, but he couldn't deny the fact that when it came to close up hand to hand combat Ed had him beat.

"It doesn't matter what I saw them do, or what they have done. I decide what I'm going to do next and so do you."

Mustang's shoulders relaxed as he took in the boy's words. It was true, he could prevent it if he wanted. There weren't them yet. He could still fix things, there was still time.

"So stop freaking out Bastard." Ed concluded, but his eyes didn't leave Mustangs. Roy looked him over again and realized the boy's hands were shaking. Unconsciously he reached out to grab his hand to steady it. Both froze at the small skin to skin contact. Both could feel their heart beats in their head. It was their decision what to do next, not their future selves, theirs.

The Colonel dropped the boy's hand, his cheeks starting to gain color from embarrassment. What the hell was he doing?

Just give it up Roy

Mustang ignored the voice in his head and moved to stand. Two hands suddenly grabbed the front of his shirt. As he looked up Ed's face moved in. Their lips collided. Instinct took them both over as they leaned into the kiss. Roy's lips moved on their own, capturing Ed's bottom lip. The blonde only pulled him closer. Tongues darted out, exploring each other mouths for the first time. Ed's grip on the Colonel's jacket relaxed, for just a second, till Roy's throat could no longer contain a pleasurable moan.

Ed's eyes shot open as he shoved his commanding officer away, causing him to stumble and land back in the arm chair. Mustang blinked in shock and his mind started to work again, taking in everything that had just happened. Ed didn't give him a second to react, he just turn and ran from the room, his cheeks brighter than a tomato.

Roy stared after the retreating blonde, his mind whirling. Though unexpected, from Edward Elric his sixteen year old subordinate, that kiss was so easy to fall into. It, it felt natural. Roy shook his head, grabbing a hold of his own hair in frustration.

What the hell was wrong with him?

To be Continued