Yeah, so I decided to take a break from my mad-writing-spree. I took a few days off. I'm allowed that, right?
Edward: No!
Me: Well, I don't care what you say! I'm gonna take breaks whenever I want, so can it!
Edward: We-
Roy: You should listen to her. I think her head's about to explode.
Me: Thank you, Roy. I'm sick again. xD Somebody upstairs hates me. Anywho! Is anybody else having trouble pulling up their story stats? It won't let me. Ugh. Right! So!
Thank you to my amazing beta, Pandah Rhia! She beta's this story amazingly, doesn't she? And thank you to all my loyal reviewers/readers! I love you guys and I seriously wouldn't write without you!
Disclaimer and Warning time!
Roy: Disclaimer: Madarao does not own Fullmetal Alchemist; if she did, Ed and I would be fucking in every episode/volume. The only thing she owns is the plot, since no OCs have appeared.
Edward: Warnings: Foul language, Madarao-is-a-crackhead craziness, authoress ranting, and, look, it's lemon scented.
Me: Lovely, Roy. AND I AM NO- Fuck it. I give up.
The sun was trying to shine through the large window in the Colonel's office, but it wasn't having much luck. Clouds were obscuring it again, spread through the sky. Ed's eyes traced it from the couch, book open on his knees. This was one he'd read many times. In fact, almost every book in here, he had read. And the ones he hadn't didn't look very promising in the first place. He sighed, and Roy looked up at him.
"I'm going to go to the library. Look for some more books." he said, closing the one that had been in his lap and setting it with the others on the table. As he got to his feet, Roy's pen was placed in a cup with the others.
"Would you like me to go with you?" Ed smiled at the question, turning his back to his lover to hide it and pulling his coat on.
"Nah. I'll be fine on my own. You just do your paperwork, Colonel." He heard the other groan quietly behind him, then the clink of the pen being brought out of the cup again. The last thing he heard was Roy calling 'Be careful!' after him and the skritch-scratching of a pen point against paper as the dark-haired man began signing again.
Chuckling, he nodded to Hawkeye and Havoc in the hall. The trigger-happy lieutenant placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him.
"Where are you going, Edward?" she asked calmly, eyes boring into his. Was he not allowed to go anywhere on his own now? Apparently the Colonel trusted him enough to let him loose. Then again, he'd always thought Riza was more level-headed, even if she did point guns at everyone's heads for little to no reason at all.
"The library. Colonel Mustang knows. Do I need a babysitter to go there, too?" Ed's golden eyes narrowed slightly, but, at the look Hawkeye gave him, he decided it was too risky.
"No. I just wanted to know where you were headed and if the Colonel had given you permission." At the blond woman's words, Ed felt his bottom lip poke out of its own accord.
"You don't trust me."
"Not as far as I can throw you."
"I'll be fine. I promise. And I'm not planning anything. If I'm not back in an hour and a half, you can even send someone to check on me." Normally, he wouldn't have offered, but he knew everyone was worried about him. And, much as he hated having bodyguards or being treated like a kid, he also didn't want everyone to think that he'd try to kill himself every chance he got.
Hawkeye seemed to think about it for a moment, then she finally relented. "Alright, Edward. Havoc will be there if you're not back."
"What?" The unlit cigarette almost fell out of the man's mouth as he looked incredulously from Hawkeye to Edward. He took the cigarette out of his mouth to unsure its safety, stopping on the woman. "Why me?"
"Because I said so, Havoc. Now don't complain and get back to work." Hawkeye didn't miss a beat. And neither did Edward, who was already starting back down the hall again.
"Alright then! See ya later!" he called over his shoulder, then broke out into a run. Riza was left shaking her head after him, then turning and grumbling, "That boy." under her breath before walking off in the direction she'd been headed. Havoc followed behind, continually grumbling under his breath, hoping Riza didn't hear half of what he was saying.
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It took Havoc a while to find Ed in the library, mainly due to the fact that the blond alchemist was hidden behind stacks of books. "Boss. Not doing anything stupid, are you?" When the boy's golden eyes continued running across the page, taking in all the words, and he didn't look up, Havoc sighed and reached over, plucking the book from Edward's hands and closing it on a finger.
"Hey!"
"Boss, you've been here for about two hours. Riza's convinced herself you're dead in a gutter somewhere; even Roy's been asking about you."
"Roy's been asking?" Ed stood from his seat, wide eyes on Jean Havoc.
"Yeah. Strange, huh? But you should- Er, okay, then. Seems like you're on that. Need help with-"
"Nope! I got it! Just get the door, would ya?" Ed placed the last book on the stack- not near as tall as the one he'd carried to Colonel Mustang's office the other day- and carried it out the door Havoc was holding open for him. "Thanks!" he called when he heard it shut. Military boots fell in step beside his combat boots as they walked up to check out the books, then again as they left the library to go back and assure everyone that the Fullmetal Alchemist was still breathing.
"I think he's even more worried about you now than he usually is." Havoc stated, pulling the cigarette from his lips for a moment, then putting it right back.
"He worries about me?" Ed had sneaking suspicions he did before, but then he'd laugh them off, call himself crazy for thinking it, and go on with his business.
"Oh, yeah. Every time he sends you out, he worries his head off about whether or not you're okay. Even asks some of us like we'd know." Ed's heart sped up in his chest at Havoc's words, and, had he not being carrying a large stack of books, he'd have taken off running to get back to Roy. As it were, if he'd done so, he'd have fallen flat on his face, one book digging into his ribs and the rest scattered all around him. Then Havoc would've laughed his ass off, helped him pick up the books, and told anyone and everyone about it later. That idea really didn't appeal to Edward, and so he walked like a normal person until the door to Roy's office was opened.
The dark-haired man was still signing. Only, now, a pen cap was between his teeth. Ed worked up a smirk, setting the books with the others on the table. Havoc left the room as Roy looked up, door closing almost-soundlessly behind him. "Well, don't take it out on the pen cap just because you're worried." he said, leaning over the desk and plucking the cap from between the other man's teeth. One could clearly see where they'd dug in, indenting in the plastic. It might not fit the pen anymore. "I mean, I know it was the first time I've really been out of anyone's sights- besides going to the bathroom and showering- bu-"
Smooth, slick lips stopped his own from moving. Not that he was complaining. Quite the opposite, in fact; it was like their first kiss all over again. Only, this time, it was rougher, their tongues pushing and their teeth tearing. It wasn't long before Roy was in front of him and Edward was leaning back against the desk. The papers were pushed aside, a few even falling to the floor. His bright red coat was thrown aside, boots toed off and kicked away soon after.
One pale hand placed in the bend of Ed's knee, the other cupping his erection through leather trousers that would be gotten rid of soon enough. His moan was swallowed before it could leave his lips, those fingers on his nether regions squeezing and then releasing. Even through the leather, it felt absolutely amazing, drawing a choked gasp from Ed's throat. They slid up to undo the button on his pants. Those soon followed the coat, boxers still inside the leather.
Mismatched legs wrapped around Roy's waist; an automail hand slid between his own thighs rubbed against the hardness in the front of the man's uniform.
"No lube." Roy grunted in Ed's ear, leaning low over him and pushing into the hand.
"Doesn't matter." Ed used his free hand to guide one of Roy's up to his mouth, fingers passing his lips so his tongue could twist around them instead. His eyes were on Roy, but the man's onyx eyes were locked on the place where his own fingers disappeared past bruised lips, seemingly mesmerized. Ed grinned and let them go with a quiet pop! "Now. Good enough, right?"
"We'll see." His automail hand moved and Roy's hand took its place between his thighs, wet fingers pressing against his entrance. They kissed as Ed was prepared, slowly and thoroughly, not a noise making it out of his mouth before the other silenced them. And then, as soon as Roy had teased that bundle of nerves hidden inside him a couple of times, the fingers were replaced with something thicker- better. There was still discomfort, pain even, but it didn't last near as long as it had last time.
Ed nodded for Roy to go ahead, and he could swear they were already moving the desk closer to the window. His heels dug into his partner's back, right at the base of his spine, fingers scraping at the military jacket.
One particular thrust knocked the cup of pens over, scattering the contents everywhere. And, almost at the same time, Roy hit that spot. "AWWWWWFUUUUCCCK! AHSHITDAMN!" His back arched up into the other's chest, still covered by that stupid jacket.
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Outside Colonel Mustang's office, Riza Hawkeye was handing Jean Havoc a file so he'd actually do some work instead of sitting around, chewing on a cigarette, and throwing paperclips at random passerby.
Crash! "AWWWWWFUUUUCCCK! AHSHITDAMN!"
Both soldiers snapped to attention, racing for the door of the Colonel's office. Hawkeye was the one who wrenched it open, Havoc poking his head in behind her. All they could see were bare legs wrapped around the Colonel's waist- steel and flesh toes curled- and fingers grappling at the man's back; there was a mess of pens and papers on the floor, not to mention the cup the pens had been in; Roy was bent on over Fullmetal- there was no mistaking the legs and hands- hips thrusting roughly into him.
"Holy shit!" The cigarette dropped from Havoc's lips to the carpet at his feet as the profane word left the gun-bearing woman's mouth- the first he'd ever really heard from her.
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Edward shot up on the desk at the sound of Riza's voice, Roy slipping out of him in the process. When he saw both Hawkeye and Havoc standing in the door, gaping at them, he pushed back, ultimately flipping over the other side of the desk. After a moment, he peeked over the top. Neither of the other's besides Roy- who was zipping his pants and turning around to face them- had moved. Havoc's mouth was still open in shock; Riza's eyes were still wide as saucers.
"Guess I forgot to lock the door." he joked from his spot on the floor, chuckling weakly. Three pairs of eyes turned to him and Ed almost ducked down again. But he didn't, shoulders lifting as one corner of his mouth lifted slightly.
"I think we should talk." Roy finally said, black eyes closing as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Right. Could someone hand me my pants?" Riza choked at Ed's question, quickly excusing herself and stepping around Havoc.
"We'll… We'll give you a minute, Boss. Chief." The door closed behind the blond man in the blue uniform.
"We fucked up."
"Big time." Ed agreed as he got up and walked around to the couch, where his pants had landed. He picked them up from the back, hopped around until he was in them and his boxers, then searched for both of his shoes.
"Will we get in any trouble?"
"I don't think Hawkeye or Havoc would say anything to anyone else. Especially if I asked them." Roy leaned against the desk Edward had just been lying on, arms crossed over his chest as he watched Ed pull the shoes on.
"Oh. Good. Because I'd hate if we lost our jobs over this." Ed mumbled into his knee. Then he pushed to his feet and sighed. "Let's just get this over with."
So... My head's gonna explode. Like, seriously. I have serious sinus issues, I think, and blowing my nose doesn't help. I have to go back to school tomorrow, so the people there are gonna irk me. AND I haven't finished reading "A Christmas Memory" so I can take my fucking test on it. So I'm a have to read that really soon unless I wanna be fuck up right here and the end and not get a scholarship. o.o (Yeah, I know I'm only a freshman, but that doesn't even matter!)
Edward: See? I told you there'd be ranting.
Me: Shut the hell up!
Roy: Do you have a death wish or something?
Edward and I: -staring at Roy-
Me: Have you not been reading the story?
Roy: Right...
Me: So! I'll quit ranting. Liked it? Loved it? Hated it? Want me to break my pencil in half and burn it? REVIEW, DAMMIT, REVIEW! So I can know. =D CIAO! (I finally got to say it again!)
hugs&kisses~ Madarao