Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Title: After School Special
Pairing: RoyxEd, JeanxRoy and MaesxRoy (past relationships), AlxMartel, JeanxKain (and vice versa), one sided Russ(el)xEd, and a few more
Rating: R (this chapter, for language, Sig squick, and a lil' bit o'lemon... the sweet kind)
Timeline: Present AU
Summary: Principal Roy Mustang finds himself strangely drawn to the school's newest student, a quiet social outcast with a metal arm and leg...
AN: Last time- Winry reconsiders her 'type', Russ accepts his jerkness, Ed tests out the old automail on Sig's boys, Roy and Ed engage in some comforter precaution, and Izumi makes a housecall.

After School Special
Chapter 25
"Uninvited"

"I think we should see other people."

Jean Havoc sat up in the large bed, which had seen numerous one night stands come and go, a thin sheet pooled around his waist as he stared in shock at the man sitting on the edge of his bed.

"What?" he asked, watching as Kain Fuery slipped on the glasses that lent credence to his bumbling naiveté. "Why?"

"It's not anything you did, Jean, honest." The teacher pulled on his shirt before turning to look at the stunned gym instructor. "It's just that… This is all so new to me… it's kind of overwhelming. I'm not really looking to get too serious with you…. Not that I want to with anyone else, either…."

Jean snorted laughter and leaned back against the headboard, lacing his fingers behind his head. "You thought I was serious? Give me a break, Fuery. I mean, you're nice and all, but it's not like I wanted to marry you or anything."

"… Oh. Okay then," Kain said with a sigh of relief. A blush crept into his cheeks. "If you still want to… you know… do this… every now and then… it's okay with me."

"I don't know," Jean said, nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders and looking away. "This has been putting a cramp in my style just a little bit. I've had to turn down a lot of ass since you came around."

Kain uttered a small, nervous laugh. "Well… I'm… sorry about that… I guess I won't be in your way anymore then?"

"I guess not."

The innocent-minded teacher stared at Jean, who looked everywhere else in the bedroom except for Kain's eyes, which begged to be met. "Jean-"

"You better get going. It's late." Jean reached over the edge of the bed and grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the floor. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Kain stood up and walked over to the bedroom door, sparing him one last glance. "Look, maybe we-"

"Lock the door behind you, will you?" Jean asked, jamming a cigarette between his teeth. He finally met Kain's eyes with a cold, unfeeling gaze. "Thanks."

"Goodnight," Kain said apologetically, walking out of the room and quietly closing the door behind him.

Upon hearing the final click of the shutting door, Jean took the cigarette out if his mouth and crumbled it inside of a closed fist. For the first time ever, he had absolutely no desire to smoke.

None at all.

Lou Armstrong settled into a large leather chair with a glass of red wine and a cigar. Most of his fellow officers knew nothing about the more refined side of him, preferring instead to see him as a no-necked behemoth who grunted and muscled his way through his career and his life, using his brawn to get what he wanted. They knew nothing of the man who savored fine Merlot, enjoyed the soothing sound of classical music, and cherished a good, albeit contraband, cigar.

"Izumi Curtis," he said to the empty living room, listening as the sound of her name floated around him and thinking very much about the things that she had just revealed to him.

Although years of police training allowed him to deduce that everything she had told him was indeed the truth, he still had a hard time believing that she was capable of everything to which she admitted. But his training also told him that appearances could be quite deceptive. The woman before him tonight was frighteningly pale and gaunt, and seemed incapable of such a grotesque extent of physical abuse.

"So are you going to arrest me now?"

Even if he had wanted to, the fact remained that by law, he couldn't. But given her wasted condition- as well as the torrent of blood that had sprayed from her mouth when she was ambushed by a coughing spell- Lou could not help but to think that perhaps the woman had already received her judgment.

No, she was no longer a threat at all. She was too busy dying.

But as for the husband… the one who had done those sick and deplorable things to an innocent teenaged boy… he would most certainly atone- for that, and his actions against Roy. Lou had a few ideas as to what he might do which, unfortunately, could not be considered standard operating procedure. But ultimately, legalities meant nothing when it came to his loyalty.

It was an Armstrong trait, after all. One that spanned the course of generations….

Winry genuinely believed that Al's head might explode if his face turned any redder than it already was.

And somehow, it just made her like him all the more.

"Come on, Al, what do you think?" she chided playfully, sliding across the sofa and nudging him in the arm.

"I don't know, stop asking me that!" Al buried his reddened face in both hands. The young woman took advantage of the opportunity by running her slender fingers through his hair, trying to play it off as a joking gesture. Luckily for her, he was completely clueless to her true intentions.

"All I'm saying is that it's easy for Ed. He knows you're straight, right? So… you know… who's putting what where isn't really a question with you. What's so wrong with wondering if he's the one… giving or taking? If he was my brother, I'd want to know."

"Well, I don't want to know."

Winry raised a questioning eyebrow. "Does it gross you out because he's with a man?"

Al raised his head and stared at her in shock. "Of course not. I just don't care how he's doin' it as long as he's happy."

Winry smiled kindly. She leaned into the teen, touching her shoulder to his and staring into his blushing face. "You're entirely too sweet, you know."

"No, I'm not," Al insisted as his cell phone began to play a chiming, melodic tune that the young woman immediately recognized from a popuar television show. He glanced down at his caller ID and smiled happily.

Winry took the hint and sat back, watching Al's rapturous expression with amusement.

"Hi," the teen's lovesick voice spoke into the phone as he stood up and began pacing around the cramped living room. "…. Everything's okay…. Oh, he's with Roy right now…. Yeah… I'm at Winry's apartment…. She's Ed's friend…. What? No, she's way older than me…. Well, yeah, I know you are too, but I love you. Oh, shit- I just said that out loud, didn't I?..."

"Way older, huh?" Winry muttered under her breath. She hauled herself off the couch and went into the bedroom, where she grabbed a spare pillow and blanket.

It wasn't exactly what she'd hoped for, but she knew when she was clearly outmatched.

She quietly set the bedding on the sofa and excused herself from the room, sparing herself the sappy-sweet sickness of Al's declarations of love and affection, wondering if there would ever come a time when she would be the one to bring such a look of joy to a man's face.

She flopped down onto her frilly pink bed and buried her face into the pillow, trying to figure out her inexplicable and unrequited crushes on guys with the last name of Elric….

The two lovers could barely be troubled to take more than a few token bites of their dinner before they retired to the couch to engage in a second round of lovemaking. Their time alone was limited, after all. There would be plenty of food and time enough to eat when Al arrived… if the teen managed not to scarf everything down for himself, that was.

Roy stared into Ed's face as the teen straddled his lap, black eyes on amber, neither of them saying a word as they took in the sight of one another. Without breaking that visual contact, Roy reached down and slowly opened Ed's pants, easing the zipper down over the protrusion that begged to be released, taking him into his right hand and stroking him in slow, long movements that caused Ed to tremble, thrusting in and out of Roy's fist and parting his lips so that his quickening breath could better escape him, never taking his eyes off the man he loved.

Although he was hardly experienced in anything resembling sex with someone he actually loved, Ed thought that he would never, couldn't possibly ever, know anything more erotic than this- staring into the deep, dark pools of Roy's eyes while the man's hand gave him a pleasure that his own hand had never come close to matching in seventeen years. He felt a surge of heat spread throughout his entire body, starting at the pit of his groin and radiating through every fiber, and he bit his bottom lip in a futile attempt to detain the cry that would soon escape him, trying not to think too hard about the hand that slid beneath his shirt and came to a rest on his right hip, rubbing him gently, or the way Roy's fingers massaged him while he stroked, or the way the man's own breathing was harsh and jagged from desire, or the urgency that was pressed beneath him, thrusting beneath him, grinding against him, harder and-

"ANYBODY HOME?"

"Fuck!" Ed jumped off of Roy in horror and worked frantically to shove himself back into his pants, his heart all but jumping out of his mouth and entirely too stunned to wonder how or why anyone would have been able to waltz right into Roy's house without a key. He made a beeline for the other side of the living room, as if that would somehow absolve them from any perceived wrongdoing… not bothering to take into consideration the question of his overall presence in the house.

Roy did his own quick self-adjustment, trying to ignore the dull pain that settled between his legs and realizing with sympathy that as bad as he had it, Ed surely had it worse at that moment.

"Asshole," he swore quietly, glaring in the direction of the approaching voice.

"What?" Ed asked, his face pink and flushed and, Roy thought, sexy as hell.

The older man shook his head to indicate that the word was not directed at him. Right on cue, Jean Havoc came barging into the room from the kitchen, where'd he'd let himself in using Roy's spare key, uninvited. Roy could see that the man, while not exactly drunk, had a hard time maneuvering without bracing against the wall every few steps to steady himself.

"Jean. What… the fuck?" Roy's voice was low and somewhat deadly, and in spite of the situation, Ed was still coherent enough to find that soft-spoken yet dangerous tone, along with the man's use of profanity, actually turned him on even more than he already was.

Jean glanced over at Ed's blushing face and back at Roy, grinning sheepishly. "Oh, shit, I'm sorry," he said, running a hand through his unkempt hair. "I totally forgot that you told me the kid was here." Turning to Ed, Jean smiled. "Hey kid."

"Mr. Havoc," Ed said in a clipped voice, calling to mind their last meeting.

"I think we're past the point of honorifics, don't you, Ed?" Jean sat down on the couch much to Roy and Ed's displeasure… just how long was he planning on sticking around?

"Jean," Roy said carefully, sensing that something was not right with the gym teacher, but also very much wanting to resume what he and Ed had been doing. "I thought you were with…" he paused, unsure if Jean wanted Ed to know about him and Fuery. "I thought you had plans tonight?"

"He dumped me."

"What?"

"He fucking dumped me. Can you believe that shit? Me." Jean sighed and leaned back into the couch. Roy and Ed exchanged a surrendering look over his head, each resigning themselves to the fact that it would be awhile before they would be able to continue.

"Um… I'm gonna go…" Ed said uncomfortably, motioning toward the stairway. "Goodnight… Mist- Jean."

Jean gave Ed a token glance, too caught up in his own self-pitying to do much else. "See you later, kid. And don't worry, I won't stay too long. You'll be busting your nut soon enough."

Before Ed could think of a suitable response, Roy punched the man hard in the arm. "Watch your mouth," he warned. With that, the teen smiled and bounded up the stairs while Jean rubbed his arm and pouted.

"You still hit like a girl," he critiqued, though he had yet to stop rubbing his arm. "Besides, I was just kidding…. Got any beer?"

"Yes, I do," Roy said, standing up and walking toward the kitchen door. "But you're drinking coffee."

Sig had wet himself.

Not because of any bladder mishap, but because for the past hour, he'd done nothing but refresh the leaking bag of ice nestled in his groin. He knew he should go to the hospital, and had actually made up his mind to do so a few times before deciding against it. His pride currently outweighed his need for a properly functioning pair of testicles and he refused to hobble into the emergency room over what that-

- little faggot piece of shit asshole I oughtta kill him and that fuckwad Mustang-

- had done do him.

Having quickly forgotten his earlier fear of the teen's uncharacteristically callous words, Sig sat there, seething in the swamp of melted ice and body sweat that had transformed the bed into a soggy mess . He would have to urinate soon and figured he may as well add that to the mix; it beat having to walk, which was pure agony.

He knew that he was beaten. He knew that tomorrow he would have to walk into that hearing room and denounce his so-called suspicions about Roy. If he didn't, Ed would talk. There was a time when the large man didn't think the boy would ever have it in him to do such a thing. For years, Sig had been able to… come and go… as he pleased. If anything, Sig's abuse had caused the teen to become even more withdrawn and despondent and the man had wasted no time in taking advantage of the situation as much as possible. But this Ed… Sig had no choice but to believe that this Ed had no qualms whatsoever about telling the world what he did.

He would never be rich. He would never be famous. But he certainly didn't want to be known as a pervert, either.

Since it turned out that he was actually right about the boy and that prick Mustang, Sig briefly considered how it would best work to his advantage in the event that Ed did decide to report him. But there was no way, no one, no jury or judge who would ever deem Roy's 'crime' worse than his own, especially since he could no longer count on Izumi to corroborate him. He was usually ready and willing to cut off his nose to spite his own face, but not like this.

And so, he would take a step back and wait. Perhaps for a month. Perhaps for a year. Maybe even disappear for a little while and wait for Izumi to kick the bucket. But there was one thing that Sig Curtis knew for certain:

He wasn't finished yet.

Not by a long shot.

"So would you stop moping? It's weird," Roy said jokingly, seeing Jean to the door.

"You're weird," Jean shot back, ever the model of maturity.

Roy stared at his friend, enemy, employee, and ex-lover for a moment. "Are you okay?" he asked softly.

Jean nodded. "Yeah. I just…" He shook his head, thinking of how to best say what he wanted to say. "I don't get it, you know? All of the people I've ever fucked just for shits and giggles, I can't get rid of them. But any time I've ever actually wanted to be with someone… they can't leave me soon enough."

Roy sighed and stared at the ground, knowing full well that the bulk of that comment was designed for him.

"Say goodnight to the kid for me." Jean opened the door and stepped outside. He turned around and gazed down at Roy, visibly struggling with what he was about to say next:

"You two… you're good together." His voice was quiet and honest... if somewhat defeated.

Roy nodded and smiled gratefully. "Thank you."

Jean popped a cigarette between his lips- his first one since Kain's announcement. He lit it and took a long drag. "No need to get vaginal over it, tough guy. Oh, and if you're going to be crazy enough to let him stay here for the weekend with all of this shit going on, at least have enough sense to keep your doors locked. You don't want anyone walking in on the two of you," he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the spare key.

"The doors were locked," Roy reminded him, snatching it away and pocketing it for himself.

"Yeah, well…" Jean shrugged and smirked. "Go have sex. I'll see you later."

"Goodnight," Roy said, rolling his eyes and shutting the door.

Both men stood on their respective sides of the door for a lingering moment, contemplating the hellishly misplaced path that had led them to this often troublesome, but ultimately irreplaceable friendship. They then turned around and went their separate ways- Roy, upstairs to join Ed and Jean, sobered up and out into the night… where he would shortly hook up with a hot young gas station attendant who filled him up in more ways than one….

Ed was playing solitaire… much better than his boyfriend ever could.

He stopped when Roy entered the office. "Better now?" he asked.

"Yeah." Roy sat down on the floor next to the chair and folded his legs in front of him, staring up into Ed's inquisitive eyes and smiling serenely.

"What is it?" the teen asked, not quite sure of what to make of Roy's expression, even though he adored it all the same.

"He says we're good together." The amazement in Roy's voice quite obvious.

"I guess that's a major compliment coming from him," Ed said cheekily.

Roy shook his head. "Not so much a compliment, but… an admission, I guess."

"... He still loves you."

The older man considered the statement for a moment. "I think that he sincerely believes that he does."

"What do you think?"

"I think he's just trying to find what we're all looking for. Even though he'd rather die than admit it."

Ed nodded in understanding.

"Wereally are good together, aren't we?" he asked.

"Are you kidding? We're fucking great together," Roy said, prompting a grin from his young lover. He reached out for Ed's left hand and interlaced their fingers.

"Edward?"

"Hm?"

"Will you still love me when I'm a registered sex offender?" The older man's voice was full of jest, but his eyes were serious and pleading, and it made Ed wish he'd kicked Sig just a little bit harder.

"It won't come to that. I won't let it." He pulled Roy's hand up to his face and nuzzled his cheek against it, surprising himself with the shroud of fierce, unrelenting protectiveness that came over him. "I refuse to believe that we've been through all of this shit for nothing."

Ed decided that he would tell him about his visit with Sig when he was certain that the man had held up his end of the bargain. He knew that Roy would be not pleased to discover that he had put himself in harm's way like that. And since it would most likely lead to their very first argument, he wanted to prolong it as much possible... though if need be, he wouldn't hesitate to do it again, a thousand times over without fail. For that reason alone, he was gladly willing to bear Roy's wrath...

Only, not yet.

He jumped out of the chair and tackled Roy on the ground, lying on top of him and burying his face in the older man's neck, breathing in the scent that drove him crazy, both inside and out. Both of their bodies immediately responded to the contact, and in a matter of moments they managed to quickly pick up right where they had left off….

Apparently, the carpet was not nearly as much of an inconvenience to clean as the comforter.

The elderly motel clerk had never seen anyone so huge in all her life.

The sight of the large man so terrified her that she would have given him the keys to anyone's room, even if he hadn't been a cop.

It was none of her business. Best to just put it all out of her mind.

Still, she couldn't help but to wonder what the officer wanted with the fat man in room 322.

"I have a feeling I wouldn't want to be you right about now, Sig Curtis," she said to herself, stepping away from the counter and going into the back to prepare instant coffee, watered down orange juice, and day old donuts for the morning's continental breakfast.

Her shift was coming to an end by the time the early bird guests started filtering down to the lobby for their food, and the strange late night visit had altogether slipped her mind in the bustle of the morning shift change.

Had she remembered the incident to mention to her relief, they might have been more concerned that Sig, who was like clockwork when it came to the free food, never came down for breakfast….

tbc

AN: Poor Jean... jerk or not, I kinda feel for the guy. You know it's pretty bad when Kain Fuery dumps you. Oo;;

And Lou... dare I ask what happened to Sig?? Yeah, okay, so I already know, but work with me here- I'm trying to sound dramatic, dammit! -

Sorry for the delay on this one, what with the other slew of RoyxEd's I've been writing the past couple of weeks. I'll have the next chapter up before you know it. (Update: I've decided that will be tomorrow- Sunday- while the plot is fresh in my head. So yay for mad bunnies! \o/)

Stupid random fact: I think this chapter boasts the most F-bombs... shrugs Guess I was in a fuckin' fuck mood.

See you in 26!