Fandom:
FMA
Title:
Ripples
In Spilt Milk
Pairings:
Elricest, one sided Roy/Ed, Brief Al/Fletcher
Rating:
NC 17
Warnings:
Incest, Angst, Yaoi, Lemons
Author's Notes: AU, OC
Word
Count:
21,146
Status:
Complete
Disclaimer: Not mine, too bad. Not mine, so sad.
Summary: In the weeks that Sam had come to know his secret idol, he had learned that Ed did not have a talent for words. But just then, with that simple 'my love', Ed had been eloquent.
Ripples In Spilt Milk
Chapter 11
When Mustang's car pulled up to his cottage, and the general saw the ruin of said place, he wanted to scream. Soldiers were combing the area, searching the woods and neighboring houses, flowing like dark blood as they sought for those that wrought such havoc on Mustang's house. On Mustang's heart. Personnel were already combing through the wreckage, and when Mustang saw the body bags lying on the sidewalk, his heart stopped beating. With a terrible cry, he ran to the first one and began to open it. It wasn't until Hawkeye put her hand on his, with a soft, 'let me do it, sir,' did he realize he was crying. When each one was inspected without the terrible news he was frightened to hear, he did not relax. They were still carrying bodies out, but none was Ed, or his brother. He stood beside the ruined door, but Hawkeye pulled him away, shoving coffee into his hands as she and Havoc worked tirelessly all night with the others, moving blackened timbers, checking each corpse as it was uncovered. Not until dawn streaked the sky in disastrous red, did they finally reach the bottom.
"They're not here, sir," Hawkeye reported with evident relief. She did not want to imagine what Mustang would do if they pulled Fullmetal's body from the wreckage.
But that opened up a whole new can of worms for Mustang. They were Demarcoian. The same faction that had wounded Ed so terribly this last time. Obviously killing the Fullmetal Alchemist was high on their priority list. The fact Ed and Al weren't among the dead did not mean they got away. Were they held hostage somewhere? Was some faceless, nameless soldier torturing his beautiful golden boy right now? Was Ed still alive? Were they doing terrible things to Al that would leave Ed broken forever? He couldn't bear to think of it. Hawkeye was trying to convince Mustang to return home, news would be sent to him first, but Roy couldn't leave. He just couldn't. And when a private ran up to him with the news that Fullmetal and his brother were alive, he knew why.
When Ed, Al, and Sam were escorted to him amid a phalanx of protective soldiers, Mustang thought it was the most beautiful sight in the world. His hands twitched with need when Ed stood before him, disheveled and bloodstained but wonderfully alive and safe. He wanted to hug the boy until he squeaked, but didn't dare. Al smiled faintly over his brother's shoulder at Mustang, then did something unexpected and amazing. He put his hand on the small of Ed's back and shoved him into the general's arms. With a gasp, Mustang wrapped his arms around Ed and buried his face in the young man's dirty hair. When Roy finally released him, Al gave him another enigmatic smile and pulled Ed back to his side, lacing their fingers together as he claimed his older brother's hand, and Mustang understood. He was allowed that much, but no more. Ed was Al's. He nodded curtly. "Report, Fullmetal," and his voice was only slightly hoarse and shaken.
Later, in a car that was not Mustang's, on the way down the mountain to HQ, Ed turned to his brother, who was sitting between him and Sam. "What did you do that for?" In truth, Al's action with Mustang had scared the living shit out of him. Was Al… did he… But no.
Al smiled gently. "He needed it, Niisan. And he deserved it. He kept you safe; well, relatively safe when I was too stupid to. But you belong to me." And then Al kissed him, and Ed's heart was made whole.
Sam remained silent all the way.
Ed looked over Al at their new friend. He wondered why Sam was coming with him. Sam lived in the village that catered to the military that kept houses there. His mother and her husband lived there. Ed had expected Sam to stay.
"Don't you live here?" He asked as they passed the gatehouse.
Sam nodded but said nothing.
"Not that I'm complaining, but, why are you coming with us?"
Sam smiled faintly. "Because someone needs to watch over the two of you."
Ed sat back feeling pique. He didn't need anyone to look after him or Al. He was perfectly capable of doing that himself. But he said nothing, because, in truth, Sam had been invaluable to them. He had saved them more than once; back at the cottage when that knife wielding Demarcoian might have hurt Al, and when he took them to safety.
Al just smiled angelically and tucked his arm through Ed's.
The three of them were taken to a safe house deep inside the military base. Privately, Ed thought this was overkill, as he was sure the barracks would have been fine. Mustang pointed out that state alchemists were actually officers, and thus had their own appointments. This was not news to Ed. He never cared. He'd always stayed in the barracks before, or in the dorms when Al was with him and still armor.
Al listened to his grumbling until he caught his brother in his arms and gently bit his neck, smiling when Ed shivered. "Do you really want to stay in either of them now, Niisan?" His voice was soft and huskily suggestive in Ed's ear. Ed not only shut up, but he drug Al into their bedroom, slamming the door and leaving Sam shaking his head and ignoring the sounds that followed shortly thereafter.
-Owari-
