Stray
A FMA fanfiction
By: Something Dysfunctional
Chapter Twelve
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Disclaimer: You all know who owns "Fullmetal Alchemist". I SWEAR I'm alive!!! I know I haven't updated as much... but you all still love me, right?! I dedicate this chapter to a VERY inspiring person because she actually helped me get out it my block! Yay! Review nicely and happy reading!
NOTE: Not much to say except MAJOR writer's block is NOT in favor of yours truly. -sniffles-
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Every person has a fear in the entire world. Even those who boast that nothing scares or terrifies them. Secretly, that is this downfall. Their fear. Too much confidence. Others have petty ones like needles, the dark, giant mushrooms... the list goes on. For Edward, since he lost his mother, was the fear of being alone and not being loved. The one thing he thought he didn't have to worry about with Roy. And he saw it shatter before him like fine crystal. As he ran down the streets of Central, his eyes blinded by tears and rain, he just kept going. Going... (but to where?) that his feet may take him. His throat burned, his heart aching so much that it felt like a black stone weighed down upon him, and his body felt used. He stilled his running some at the feeling, soon coming to a full stop.

People passed by, looking at him curiously under umbrellas and cars. The golden-haired boy held his head down, feeling the wet strands around his face and the back of his neck.

He... touched him.
Had done things to him that made Ed feel alive and hot.

'My body is tainted. I guess... it was going to be sooner or later that someone was going to do that to me,' he thought quietly, his mind echoing with the statement. 'I've done so much. Maybe... it's God's way of saying that this is the end of the line. I deserved this.'

His frame trembled and soon, a maniacal laugh ripped through his mouth. Oh the irony in this! Edward ran a hand through his drenched locks and looked ahead madly, his eyes unfocused.

'Roy never needed me. He can get anyone he wanted! He was bored with me and decided to get rid of me! I see it now... I only hope that... Al is happy with him as a son. Guess I'm one big disappointment, Mom.'

A dark red car pulled up slowly beside the boy and a window rolled down. Ed caught a whiff of something lady-like and clean coming from the car. Turning some, he saw a blonde-haired woman looking at him with hazel eyes that were narrowed some, but warm. Her mouth was set in a line as she leaned forward. "Edward. Come inside the car, please?," she asked, but it sounded more like a command. Low and controlled. Gentle yet firm. "Ha. Says who?," he spat out tiredly. "Says me. I'm the woman who found your brother, if you may recall. Now, get in the car and out of the rain," Riza said, opening the passenger door. The two stared each other down as the rain fell harder around them. Grudgingly, the boy climbed inside.
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Roy drove around the town frantically, his nerves shot and his morals low. How DARE Bailey do that to him?! He shuddered some at the memory. She had came into the kitchen, very quiet and sullen. Her eyes seemed out of focus, and then... she just latched herself onto him. Like she either needed him or... something OF him. Groaning in utter misery, he then remembered the look on the boy's face. It was indescribable. As if his life ended there. Like there was no more hope left. Roy gritted his teeth and pressed his foot harder on the gas, still looking for the golden-haired teen that took his breath, and heart, away.
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Now in clean clothes with a towel around his shoulders, Ed sat in the dinning room of Riza Hawkeye's house. His hands were holding a mug of hot coffee limply, his expression dead. The woman sat across from him as the story he laid out to her rolled around in her mind. "So... what you're saying is that your teacher... and Roy... were making out? In the kitchen? And he didn't do anything?," she pressed carefully, eying Edward. "That sums it up all right," he mumbled, looking down on the inky liquid in his mug, the color reminding him of Roy's eyes. His frown deepened and he pushed it away across the table some. "Edward, I don't believe Roy would do that to you intentionally. His actions were probably misguided, rather not to have been done at all. Perhaps this teacher of yours wanted him when she couldn't and made a move. I know Roy every well, and trust me on this... once he's hooked to something dear to him, he doesn't let go," Riza said in a quiet voice, her hazel eyes flickering to the boy. Ed shrugged again and looked away.

"Then he should have found me by now."
"Oh... I think he will."

The blonde glared at Riza fitfully and made a snarling face. "Oh yeah? Well, maybe he won't. Then what?! What am I supposed to do?! Wait for him, hoping he'll come and apologize and say that everything will be okay from now on? I don't THINK so. If he's happy with the slut, then let him be. He's nothing but a fucking coward anyway..."

SLAP!

How Riza reached over the table so fast, they both didn't really know. Edward was shocked from the force. His cheek stung and his eyes were slack. She had knocked his face to the side, golden strands falling around his face and his towel falling to the floor. Riza paused over the table, her hand in mid-air and slightly trembling. She had lost her cool. She'd never done that before. Blinking some, she sat down slowly as if in a alien body that was not her own. "I'm... sorry, Edward. I didn't mean to do that," she apologized softly. "But Roy is a friend of mine that I've known for quite some years. And I know him inside and out better than anyone. Don't think that he's throwing you away or your feelings. In fact, he acts upon them. His own... and yours. There's not a thing in this world that would tear him apart from you. Now... either you face the facts that nothing happened, or..."

She eyed the front door just as it swung open, revealing the sodden former General.

Edward's eys grew wide as saucers. "You sure you ain't a physic or somethin'?," he asked hoarsely.
Riza smiled to herself.

"No. I just know Roy."

She stood, picked up her mug, and silently walked out, leaving the two to face each other. Edward simply glared at him with flushed cheeks, the fine hairs on the back of his neck raising. 'Crap... he still can make me feel like that,' he thought angrily and then turned his head to the side, gripping his cup tightly. "What do YOU want?," he spat out. Roy seemed taken back and then frowned sadly, letting his head fall and his shoulders slump. "... I looked everywhere for you...," he said in a tired, small voice. It was laced with sadness, guilt, and pain. It made Ed's heart jerk in odd beats but he chose to shove that feeling aside and felt his anger still poking at him. "Uh-huh. Feel bad about whatcha did, huh, Mustang?," the boy sneered. Silence stretched between them until Ed felt a presence come near him. Looking up, he saw the man stand before him. They eyed each other until Roy sank down to his knees, head still hanging low. Edward saw that his clothes were soaked through, his ebony hair slick with rain water.

"I want you to forgive me for an action that wasn't meant to be done."

"Oh, so you WANTED it to happen? Pppfffttt, fine by me! Go back to the bitch- see if I care."

Black eyes lept up, snapping. "I DO want you to care, dammit!," he growled. "I never intended on favoring Bailey- not for one second! Not when I have the most precious thing... that I ever wanted," he ended on a soft note, his gaze fluttering down to the floor. Ed swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat. He knew he couldn't take it. Not seeing Roy as vulnerable as this. He sucked in a deep breath and let it out shakily, closing his ember eyes. "Tell me what happened. Exactly."

As Roy explained that he was in the kitchen cooking supper, the woman simply slithered in, talking about how good the food smelled and why he never did it for her. She became for dramatic, even crying some as she flung herself in his arms, kissing him fully on the mouth. He was about to shove her away when Ed had came through the door. "I never wanted her, Ed. Why she did it, I don't know. But I know that my heart is yours. You cut your teeth into it," Roy finished quietly. The boy felt his forehead tightened as he tried to gather his thoughts into one. "You're right on that... but how do I know it won't happen again? How do I really know that you do... care?," Ed asked. As he said that, arms wrapped around his waist, the damp head of Roy burying itself in the crook of the boy's neck and shoulder. "Why would I go around town in this weather without a car, looking for you? Calling out your name while people looked on like I was crazy? I didn't care.

I only wanted you home with me."

Edward ran a hand through the silken locks, his bottom lip sucked in his mouth.

"Prove it," he whispered in a shaky voice.

As if by magic, as if Roy was waiting for those right words, he looked up into the eyes of the teen that had him by day one and touched his bronzed cheek lightly with a cool hand. He watched Ed shudder some at the touch, eyes fluttering some. He inclined his dark head and captured Ed's mouth with his own, gently, as if drinking him in for the first time. Ed gasped at the sweet gesture and pressed forward, wanting more of that delicious taste that was only Roy. They kissed tenderly, teasingly. Ed knew his lips were bruised with the torment, his breathing now becoming irregular. Pulling apart, he pulled in air into his lungs and dove in, arms going around Roy's neck and pressed his body against the man's own as he slid down to the floor with the General. Hand wove into the loose blonde hair, gripping the head tightly as if Ed was to vanish again as he parted Ed's mouth with a tonuge begging entrance, swiping at the bottom lip. The boy moaned and Roy went in, nearly thrumming with pleasure and sheer delight. Ed wasn't mad at him anymore. Maybe he wouldn't loose him...

Ed pulled back some, leaning his forehead against Roy's, panting.

"I'm an idiot," he murmured guiltily.

"If anyone's the idiot, it was me, Edward. I'm so sorry."

Edward smiled tiredly and kissed the man's nose. They stayed in that position on the kitchen floor, locked in each others arms until they heard someone clear their throat politely. Looking up like bad little kids, they saw Riza looking in, arms crossed over her chest with a stern look, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly. "Now that you two are done harassing my poor kitchen, I suggest that Roy goes home and changes into dry clothes. I'm not dealing with a teacher out of school because he was careless to go... walking in the rain," she said sternly and walked away, her eyes twinkling.
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Sitting in her car alone, Bailey hung her head in shame, tears sliding fast down her pale cheeks as she clung to the steering wheel. What was wrong with her?! What exactly came over her back then? She knew Edward must've been devastated at the problem she created. Gritting her teeth, she clenched her teeth as she hiccuped a sob. She was twisted...

evil.

The only thing she knew of was playing around with her "toys"...
flirting-

lusting.

But she knew that if she hadn't done what she did, she would never get the location of what she truly needed! From him! Even if that meant destroying two of the people she cared for dearly, no matter what. She knew she was being held up by her puppet strings from him.

"You... evil... bastard...," she hissed through her crying, dragging her red nails down the sides of the steering wheel, leaving scratch marks in the leather.
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Edward stood in the shower, head hanging as he soaked up the heat and the fog around him. His eyes stared down at the linoleum floor, thinking of what happened to him today. He frowned some, taking his right arm and leaning it against the wall with his palm. There just wasn't something quite right. On Bailey's part anyway. It was as if that was the biggest part. For him being so young, he certainly had a lot on his plate. But this was nothing compared to other times. Sighing, he turned off the water and stepped out into the misty bathroom, grabbing a towel. As he dried off, he could hear Roy's voice coming through the door from another room. Curious, he finished drying, put his loose sweats and black t-shirt on and padded down the hallway towards Al's room. As he approached it, he saw the door cracked a bit. He peered in and saw the man sitting on the bed, telling a story to the young boy who was nodding off, his soft caramel eyes slipping away as he hugged on to his pillow. Ed smiled at this as a wave of warmth spread through his body. This was a pleasant scene to witness... never had he seen anyone so tender to his baby brother. And it made his heart swell knowing it was Roy. He watched the man smile and get up gently to cover up Al some and run a hand through Al's fine locks tenderly. He turned off the lamp and Ed scooted back from the door, eagerly waiting for him. As Roy stepped out, he turned to suddenly see the blonde watching him.

"What?"

"I've never seen anyone do what you did for Al. That was kinda nice of ya, old man," the boy smirked, his eyes twinkling. Roy smiled roguishly and leaned down towards Ed. "Feeling jealous? Should I read you a bedtime story as well?," he asked huskily, dark eyes gleaming. Ed knew that look. Swallowing some, he turned his head, scoffing. "Keh, I doubt it. Things like stories don't tire me out."

"Oh...? Then what does?"
Ed looked at him from under his eyelashes.
"Certain... things... do," he answered softly, almost luridly.

That earned him a noise of approval deep within the man's chest, sending shivers down his spine. Roy placed both hands on the wall, capturing the blonde in front of him as he leaned further in, letting his mouth trace along the boy's jaw. "Care to elaborate, Mr. Elric?" Edward felt his eyes flutter at the sensation as the wicked mouth ghosted down his neck, a low fire beginning to pool in his belly. "I... uh... it's hard to think... while you're doing that...," he moaned softly, his left hand reaching out to grasp the front of Roy's shirt. "Then I shall try harder then, hm?," the man purred deeply in his ear, nipping at the lobe, causing Ed to jerk slightly.

'What did I get myself into?'
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-author is no where to be seen-

Uh-oh.

Cliff-hanger?
:3
---the moonlight carries the message of Love.---

Later Days...!
SD