Author's Notes: If you're reading this on fanfiction.net, then you're missing the explicit version of Ed masturbating and M/F sex. Unless you like that stuff, I don't think you're missing much. If you want to read the explicit version, it's up on my greatestjournal at http:// terepetsufic/ 3469.html?mode=reply (remove spaces. If you are unsure it will work, then go to my profile and click on the link to my GJ and go from there).

For the record, this story has a LOT of original characters. This is because most of the people we meet in Fullmetal Alchemist are military personnel. Not many of them will want a whore for the night. Most of Ed's clients will be original characters that show up only for a chapter. I say this because I hold Hughes and Roy's staff in great respect, and the only way they're showing up is for helping Roy and Ed.

And because people are getting this confused... this fanfiction.net edit is my decision. If I didn't want it, I would have left ff.n alone. I'm taking advantage of the no NC-17 rule right now for the squeamish, and I'm doing it of my own free will.

Chapter 6

With a sigh, Edward flipped himself onto his back, resting his heels on the couch. Mustang wasn't anywhere around, so hey, he could have this nice comfortable couch all to himself. Slowly, he flipped the page of the anatomy book he was reading. It was all nice and everything, but when it came to respiratory diseases, he had no idea what in the world was being said.

His hands trembled as he closed the book. At this rate, he'd never find out what had been wrong with Lady. There was something about the symptoms he has just read, however... something horribly familiar. Edward shook his head, sitting up. He'd already tried thinking about it, and it just made his head hurt. He just couldn't remember. Slowly, he rotated his right shoulder and studied the books he had brought out with him.

A book on alchemy, almost read... a few books on anatomy and respiratory diseases... and sitting by itself, one of the sex books Mustang had bought for him. Edward felt his cheeks heat up for some reason as he remembered the Baron, with his dark looks placed against pale skin. With a sigh, he picked up the last book, blushing furiously as he opened it for study.

"That actually feels good?" Edward placed his hands over his mouth, embarrassed at the words that came out, and the squeak it came out on. Of course it would feel good. If it didn't, then people wouldn't do it, right? He studied the description of missionary position, his face getting hotter and hotter. "Aaaaaugh! Why do those guys have to be complete and utter pedophiles?!" The boy shut the book with a slam, looking away from it.

"I wish I didn't have to do this," he whispered. "Al, I wish you were here..."

But it wasn't a dream, and there wasn't a sudden comforting presence. All that was left was the now familiar burning ache in his right arm, and an uncomfortable feeling between his legs. Edward shifted the material around there, trying to alleviate the weird sensation. Bad thing was... that just made it worse.

Edward frowned, thinking back at what he had just read. "Oh no... ohhhh no." A quick peek affirmed it. "What the hell are you doing here?" he yelled at the bit of flesh between his legs. He rested his head back with a sigh, thinking. He knew Mustang had been getting offers. He managed to see a couple of them. So why was that damned Lt. Colonel holding out, and not setting anything up?

He shifted a bit, still embarrassed about being turned on. With a frown, he allowed his hand to cup himself. Normal boys did this, right? Edward's breath hitched suddenly, surprised at how the sensation spread down his legs in a quivering line. He unzipped his pants with quivering hands.

"Yes, I am old enough for a sexual response, you bastard," he muttered. Slowly, he touched himself, pulse thudding in his throat. He kept trying different things, ragged gasps escaping his throat at the experimental touches. His left hand gripped the couch, almost snapping the threads.

Someone grabbed Edward's right hand, roughly pulling it away from his body. Edward's eyes flew open, looking up with some confusion. The first impression he had was dark against light skin, and his breath caught in his throat for a moment. His eyes focused slowly, noticing the angry look in the nearly black eyes, as well as the deep rooted hunger. Edward sat still as Mustang leaned in, the grip on his wrist turning painful. The Lt. Colonel's breath washed over his ear, causing the boy to shiver.

"NOT... on my clean couch."

Edward blinked as Mustang pulled back, releasing his wrist. Not on his... oh. His ears felt like they were about to burn off as he tucked himself back into his pants, biting back a groan. "Mustang... Lt. Colonel, I..."

Mustang pointed down the hall, his voice still eerily quiet. "Go clean up. I want to talk to you after."

Didn't have to be said a second time. Edward pushed past the Lt. Colonel, still embarrassed at how the man had caught him. At least he had never barged in while Mustang had company over...

The cool water helped him calm down, and he splashed it wildly over his face. After a moment, Edward frowned, thinking. Did Mustang find him... attractive? Was that why he suggested...?

"Ew."

Despite the fact you found him attractive? Edward frowned as a little voice piped up.

"I did NOT..." Wasn't arguing with yourself bad? Edward sighed, drying his face off. "Stupid brain that knows everything."

Mustang was decidedly not sitting on the couch when Edward came out. With a sigh, the boy sat down on the couch closest to the chair Mustang was in. "After careful consideration, and much research, I have narrowed your first assignment down to these two." He handed over two slips of paper to Edward. "One is a woman you weren't introduced to during the party. She is not in the circles known for outlandish and painful bedroom behavior. The other is Ashley Evans."

Edward frowned. "That drunk ass? The blond?"

Mustang gave him a glare, but nodded. "Yes. He is under suspicion, but no one has managed to find any hard evidence. His tastes are a bit rougher than Miss West's, but it is nothing you can't handle."

Edward sat back, thinking. "Miss West... what's her first name?"

"Sarah."

He gnawed on his lower lip, thinking. Sarah West... Mustang hadn't said anything about her being under suspicion or knowing anything. "A gentle introduction to a world of whoring?"

Edward loved the flinch around Mustang's eyes when he said that. "She is a gossip, and it's possible she knows more than we can guess to. She has already let slip more than we expected."

"Oh." Ashley scared Edward for some reason, and he has the distinct feeling it had to do with the fact he had no idea how sex between males worked. "Is there no way out of this?"

"Unless you wish to give up your search for a way to bring your brother back, no."

Edward frowned, knowing it wasn't just the search that kept him at Mustang's. There was no telling who the damned Lt. Colonel would tell about his alchemy if he left. Mustang had a lot of blackmail on him, and Edward sure as hell knew that. "I will bring Al back," he hissed. "Set up an appointment with Miss West."

***

The next assignment, Edward vowed, he would talk Mustang into having someone drive him there. His automail limb still wasn't up to the same punishment his right leg could take. He stood in front of the house, looking down at the scrap of paper declaring the address of one Miss Sarah West. Courage... courage... he found his courage, and knocked on the door.

That courage nearly fled once Miss West opened the door, and a nearly visible scent of smoke hit him. "Oh, Edward. It's so nice to see you," the woman purred, stepping back to let him in. She was a well aged woman, brown hair just touched with gray, and a cigarette firmly in one hand. "I am so happy to see that the Lt. Colonel finally picked someone."

Edward tried to smile up at her, the scent of the smoke getting to him. "It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am." The lie burned on his tongue.

Miss West laughed, and took a drag on her cigarette. "You're such a cute child. Come along. You must be tired from your walk." She ushered him in, and poured a glass of what appeared to be alcohol. "I don't suppose Lt. Colonel Mustang lets you drink yet?"

"N-no, ma'am." He looked down at his hands as he sat on the couch, trying not to let her see the utter disgust in his eyes.

"Oh, don't be so formal!" The glass was waved in his face, causing him to recoil away from the strong scent of alcohol. "The Lt. Colonel isn't here, is he? You should try some."

Edward lifted his head, not bothering to hide his budding anger. "No, thank you."

Miss West laughed, grinding out the butt of her cigarette. "This is a bit tiresome, isn't it." She took one good drink from her glass, and set it aside. "You aren't here for good company, are you?" She gently cupped his face, leaning in a bit close. "Though, tell me. Is it true? Mustang must know already."

Edward blinked at her, mind racing. "He... the Lt. Colonel... has not presumed to tell me these things." That should be diplomatic enough.

Her fingers tightened. "You are not a pretty liar, Edward. It is not just a rumor that Roy Mustang is tearing up the military. If he is to be promoted to Colonel, I am certain he already knows."

"If he knows, he doesn't think to tell me those things." Edward didn't even try to hide his bitterness.

"Poor baby," Miss West purred, her fingers relaxing. "You're so young. Don't worry... tonight, I'll take care of you." She kissed him lightly, close enough that the scent of smoke was thick enough to gag on. Edward closed his eyes, trying to ignore it. Her lips opened slightly as her tongue lightly traced his lips.

"Ah!" Edward pulled back, eyes wide.

"Too cute," she murmured. "So inexperienced. I'll teach you a few things tonight." With that, Sarah West pulled him back to her. She kissed him hard, slipping her tongue between his teeth quickly. Her hand dipped down to unbutton his pants.

"W-wait," he gasped out. "I... It's my..."

"I know." Miss West licked his ear, chuckling as that gesture caused a loud groan to escape his throat. "I'll be kind to you, Edward." She started to pull off his pants, then stopped. He sat up, looking down at his left leg. "You're marred... how?"

What was it that Mustang told him...? "It was before the Lt. Colonel found me," he said shakily, hoping it was the right lie. "After my mother and brother died. An accident."

Sarah looked up at him, pity in her gaze. "What a loss... a body like yours to be missing a leg." She bent down, kissing where the automail met skin. "Are there any other missing limbs?"

He shook his head, nearly giddy with relief. She believed it. "It was just my leg."

"Mm." She continued to pull off his pants. "Impressive." Sarah pulled him to her, using her body to elicit strong responses from him. The two of them shuddered out their climax, Edward surprised at the feeling.

Miss West stretched, her eyes full and lazy. "For your first time, that was very impressive." She sat up slightly, slapping his bare butt. "I wouldn't mind seeing you again. But it is getting late, and you are so very young."

Edward was getting just a little tired of all the references to his age. "Yes, ma'am."

"Oh!" She stood, going over to her dress. "It's not much, but so you remember me..." Miss West handed over a small bag, and kissed his cheek. "Goodbye, Edward." She gathered up her dress, and walked off.

Leaving Edward to just frown down at the bag and his clothing. "That was abrupt," he muttered. Slowly, he dressed, a little surprised at how his limbs moved now. Every movement he made now was more than a little clumsy, and he nearly ripped the seams in his pants trying to slide the leg over his automail. When he was dressed and little more clearheaded, Edward slid the bag into his pocket and walked out into the chilly air.

Outside, he took a deep breath, enjoying the clean scent of the air. It was getting close to winter... close to his birthday. Edward frowned, and started walking back to Mustang's place. It wasn't his first birthday he celebrated without his brother, but... it was still only a while back he had lost him. "Al..." He rubbed his nose, wrinkling the flesh there as he caught a big whiff of smoke. "Ew."

When he finally made it back to Mustang's, Edward opened the door quietly, trying to sneak in. He really wanted to just clean up and burn those clothing.

"Edward. Welcome home."

The boy froze. "Aa. Lt. Colonel."

Mustang had a glass of water, absurdly enough, and was sipping it. "And how was it?"

"Oh, um..." He blushed. "It was okay, I guess. I learned a few things, like... um... you know, with the mouth and..."

"That wasn't what I wanted to know."

Edward sighed. "She... um... are you going to be promoted to Colonel any time soon?"

Mustang froze, the glass at his lips. "Interesting. She knew about that?"

"So you are." Edward sighed. "Sir, can I take a shower? She was... she smoked. It's gross."

Mustang stood. "Tell me, Edward. If I made another assignment with a woman, would you take it?"

"I... suppose so. I really want to take that shower."

The Lt. Colonel sighed, waving his hand. "Of course, of course. Though, Edward... you are being very useful."

He didn't listen. He was too busy trying to get to the shower as fast as possible without tripping over himself. Shower. Shower.

Maybe a shower would wash off that deep dirty feeling.