Each individual chapter will have a different rating, different pairings, different spoilers, and a different setting and timeline. Multiple people were involved in writing this fic, I do not claim to have written anything other than my own characters. I do however claim to have come up with the plot, story idea, and organizing it all. The others who write characters in this fic are well aware that I am posting it, and contribute willingly. This fic is an ongoing project with an unknown number of parts, with alternate storyline as of the fifth laboratory incident. Enjoy!


Right and Wrong
Rating:
R (Language, smut...yay..)
Pairings: Do I need to keep saying this over and over?
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA. Don't sue meeeee!
Spoilers: Hell if I know anymore :D
Setting: Anderm Hotel, Central City.
Timeline: Day after the previous section.
Lisa's foot tapped impatiently. "No, Jean, I don't care if you've only had four and a half cups of coffee... you need to cut back, anway... don't dare argue with me, you stupid cat – no! I want the three of you over here in forty-five minutes, or so help me, I'll disconnect Ed and throw his bits in the dustbin!"

There was a bit of screaming on the other end of the line, not quite loud enough to be understood, but loud enough to be heard. Apparently, Ed was just as impatient at the moment.

Lisa's eye twitched. "There. So shut up and get over here, but don't break any laws doing it." She hung up to the sound of Havoc yelling at Ed to shut the hell up.

Dull grey eyes stared blankly at the coffee table, then glanced over towards the woman still standing near the phone, then to the scratched and roughed up silver pocketwatch on the side table. "He is coming..."

"And you wouldn't be able to stop him with explosives," Izumi commented from the adjoining women's room. She tied her hair back neatly. "I'm not sure if..."

"It's too late now," Lisa said tartly. "The only thing we can do is wait and watch."

"How long has it been..." Dull grey continued to stare down at the similarly dulled watch. It seemed to have stopped ticking a while ago. Perhaps it was when Edward had been brought back. It really didn't matter to Alphonse.

Both women ignored im, though Izumi did spare him a sad glance. They were too busy planning escape routes in case a little time bomb named Edward decided to go off.

There was a rather loud knock on the door, followed by a yelp and muffled cursing. Alphonse looked up slowly. "I think..."

Lisa winced at a smothered 'Goddamn gopher' and a giggle that sounded suspiciously like Mustang that drifted through the door. "Al, please stand up and be polite. It's not nice to be rude to your elder brother."

"Do I really have to..." came the slightly deadpan reply.

The two women chorused a definate 'YES' and Lisa prodded him till he stood up.

There was more incessant banging at the door, and a voice that was obviously Edward's screaming. "ARE YOU SURE THIS IS THE RIGHT ROOM?"

Lisa winced. "The door's open, moron!" she yelled.

A split second later, Ed came tumbling through the door, falling flat on his face. Thank you Jean, you didn't have to do that. "What the HELL was that for! You just wanted to watch me fall on my face didn't you!"

Poking his head through the door, Havoc grinned, semi-smug. "Yes that was a perk. Hope you had a nice trip."

Ed just glared up at him. "Shut up... just shut up... And THIS is what I get for letting you just SLEEP last night!"

From across the room, Alphonse just gazed in what anyone else would see as a bored manner.

"I'm not going to bump my head in the dust to you, that's for damn sure," Havoc retorted.

All Havoc got in response was a blank, confused golden stare.

Havoc rolled his eyes. "Go say hello to your brother."

Ed blinked, sitting up and looking around. He'd been wondering distantly just why he hadn't been tackled yet, when golden eyes finally looked past Lisa and Izumi to the boy standing behind them. It had only been a month or a little more since Al had disappeared, but he looked so much different, the older Elric could only stare.

Lisa cleared her throat, tugging Alphonse forward. "Ed, say hello to your brother."

Edward scrambled to his feet, taking a few steps towards Al. The heavy atmosphere in the room was almost making it hard to breathe. The more he looked at Al, the more Ed found entirely wrong with this picture. "H-hey... Al... what's up with this gloomy shit, huh?"

Alphonse just continued to look, without really caring. "Edward... how long..." he looked somewhat angrily over at Izumi. "Do I really have to do this..."

Izumi sighed while both Lisa and Havoc managed to sidle out to the connected room. "Yes, Al. You do. You both deserve and need to know about the other."

"I don't care..." Al proceeded to return to the couch to stare at the watch on the table, simply tired of the way Edward just fucking stared. For some reason, sympathy had begun to piss him off.

Having managed to recover finally from being knocked on his ass for laughing earlier, Roy wasn't sure he really wanted to be there. Seeing Alphonse like that sent a chill down his spine. He could only imagine what it was doing to Ed.

Safely in the other room, Havoc hissed at the other chimera, "What the hell happened to the kid, Lisa? He's... not right at all!"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Equivalent exchange."

Ed looked from Al to Izumi, trying to hide confusion and hurt with skepticism. "Oh, come on, Al, you've always sucked at acting, you're not fooling me at all, quit with the joke already..." Golden eyes focused on Izumi. "This is a joke right? You're just trying to freak me out..."

Roy put a hand on Ed's shoulder, forcing himself not to just run away again. He really wanted to just go in the other room like Havoc and Lisa did, though.

"Ed, this isn't a joke," Izumi said gently. "Your brother isn't acting."

"Acting is a waste of effort..." Al said, deadpan as ever, and still staring at the table.

Edward shook his head. "No, that can't be true... Then that's not my brother, Al isn't like that!"

Roy's grip tightened slightly.

Flat-eyed and tightlipped, Havoc returned to the main room. "If anyone needs me, I'm going to be blowing off a lot of steam." He left.

Lisa followed him in. "Ed, I don't particularly think that that's Al. At least, not the Al you knew."

Violet flickered across gold. "What are you talking about... what's going on here! What the hell happened to my little brother!"

Roy silently cursed Jean for leaving him to deal with this himself. Sure, he had Lisa and Izumi, and sure, they were both quite certainly very strong women, but he was the emotional support, and the only person who could stop Ed if he were to change again was definitely Havoc.

"Bluntly put, Ed, you did."

"You people are so noisy..." Alphonse had taken to staring at his hands.

Ed stood frozen, staring straight ahead and slightly downwards. It was true... if Al hadn't brought him back... He should have known the rebound might not have been instantaneous... So then... "I... did this... this is... my fault?" He swayed gently on his feet, vision painfully clear even though he didn't want it to be, every little sound was so loud, and Al's voice stung like salt on a fresh open wound to his heart. He swayed a little more when the room started to spin.

Roy shook his head, resting his chin on Ed's shoulder and getting a grip around the boy's waist. There was nothing he could even think to say, not that saying anything would matter right now.

"It's three or four people's fault. His, for insisting that he do it, even though I told him not to. Mine, for letting him. Yours, for forcing him to bring you back." Lisa's voice was flat and non-commital.

"I didn't force anything... I never forced him to do anything... You... you taught him, didn't you!" Violet-streaked golden eyes flitted up to Lisa, colors sporadic. "I never made him do anything!"

Roy did his best to keep Ed from lunging. But if the boy changed again... He would really rather not have another dose of broken ribs...

"Mustang, please let Ed go and go find Jean," Lisa said, voice still quiet. "He's sulking around this floor somewhere. I'm afraid we may need the man soon if Ed continues to be bullheaded." She let her gaze rest squarely on Ed. "No, I did not teach him. I aided him, assisted him, and gave him books I had inherited from my uncle and Dante."

Izumi's voice was warning. "Lisa, be careful. You have no idea what's at stake."

Roy did as told, releasing Ed and swiftly leaving the room.

"That's the same goddamn thing!" Once free of Roy's grasp, Edward shoved Lisa aside roughly, sliding onto the couch over Al's lap and kissing him roughly, he didn't even care who saw it. His voice was barely above a whisper when he spoke up, the tears finally falling. "I missed you for so long... why it had to be this way... it never was supposed to be this way... I'm sorry, Al..."

Ed's right hand slowly moved up, a bit jerkily, to Al's neck. "I'm sorry... I can't... I couldn't..." A smirk slowly curved the corners of his lips. "Well now... I never thought I'd get to see the younger one..."

Lisa growled and motioned to Izumi. Both of the formidable alchemy women grabbed Ed by the back of his shirt and hauled. A temporary measure, but one good enough for the moment.

"Dammit, Roy, hurry!" Lisa snarled, trying to keep her hold on the writhing homunculus.

Alphonse simply gazed blankly at Ed, and the two alchemy teachers. "Why don't you just let him go..."

Blasphemy purred, licking his lips. "Hello ladies... Come back to kick my ass again? It's not going to work that way this time... He doesn't want back out at all..."

Havoc's very tired, slightly ticked voice asked snappishly, "Will you just stop being such a nuisance?"

Blasphemy grinned more broadly, slightly sharp teeth barely showing. "I was taking a nice nap, and then the boy had the nerve to wake me up just so he could go and hide... I dare say that it's not my fault."

Roy clenched his jaw shut, memories of a few weeks past resurfacing at that slightly insane tone to Ed's voice. A shiver ran down his spine.

"You're more interesting than you were a moment ago..." Alphonse stood, standing well within arms reach of Blasphemy. Bored looking grey eyes looked the older boy up and down, then gazed absently into violet eyes. "You look different, as well..."

Roy had to quickly intervene before the pissed-off chimera could go for his gun. "I'm so sick of these perverse and twisted freaks of alchemy," Havoc hissed, venomously.

"It's not their fault, Jean, will you please just calm down!" Roy held Havoc's wrists firmly.

Wrenching his arms out of the alchemists' hands, Blasphemy moved forward to close the gap between himself and Al. "You know..." he grinned as the younger Elric slid uncaring arms around his waist for support, "I've always wanted to see your reactions to how this boy really felt about his younger brother..."

Alphonse sighed slightly. "You talk too much..." Perhaps it was surprising that this time it was he who instigated the kiss, shifting on his feet only the slightest when the Homunculus's hands found his ass. He endured it calmly, detachedly, even as Blasphemy's tongue probed his mouth and a leg moved between his thighs. Despite not caring in the least, Al was somewhat enjoying himself.

Havoc snarled as the two women averted their eyes. Still hissing, he spat, "Dammit Mustang, let me go!"

"If you promise not to kill either one of them, maybe I will, but the way you're acting now I'm not so sure!"

Blasphemy continued, slowly backing Al onto the couch. Breaking the kiss when Al stumbled, he watched with amusement when he saw the slightest hint of primal instinct spark in the Elric's eyes. If none of them were going to stop it, he might as well have as much fun as he wanted, then. "It seems that this one's still got a little spark in him..."

Grey eyes not so dull anymore stared up at violet. Despite having the motivation of a sloth previously, something stirred inside of him. Something that, in his completely bland nature, Al didn't quite understand. The thing he did understand though, was that there was something he wanted. And he wanted that something now. Grabbing Blasphemy by the shirt, he pulled the homunculus down into a volley of swift, hungry kisses.

Havoc abruptly sagged, dragging Roy down with him. "Stupid fucking moron," he snarled, too angry to figure out if he was yelling at Ed or Blasphemy. "Always thinking about yourself!"

Roy loosened his grip as his head rested against Havoc's back, unable to watch anymore. "Dammit, Ed... if you're still in there... Please, just come back, that's enough already..."

Blasphemy didn't quite catch what Roy had said, considering Al had somehow managed to get a hand down his pants. The homunculus was seriously cursing the damn shrimp for being so sensitive right now. A strangled moan made its way out, and his train of thought utterly died. Somewhere in the back of his head, he realized that perhaps this time he had gotten a bit in over his head.

Havoc watched everything, eyes blank. The close proximity of the homunculus and the... thing that used to be Al made him sick to his stomach.

"You're pathetic," made it out of his mouth before he even realized it.

Roy slowly lifted his head again, the sight before him seeming slowed and blurry. It hurt somewhere inside, and at the same time it angered him. "Why isn't anyone doing anything! Why doesn't somebody do something about it!" Sure, he was speaking for himself as well, but he wouldn't have thought that not one of them could manage it. And it pissed him off that he was so rooted to where he knelt. But he knew that if somebody didn't do something soon, this would go beyond the point where any of them would care to see.

Hearing Roy's desperate mumble, Havoc surged up, 185 pounds of pure, angry carnivore. He grabbed the back of Ed's shirt, tossing him across the room like a rag doll. He drew his gun easily and aimed it at Ed. "I advise you to stay put, you little shit." The click of the safety catch echoed around a dead-silent room.

Breathing slightly heavily and refocusing his eyes, Blasphemy gazed up at Havoc and the barrel of his gun. He smirked, running his fingers through his bangs. "You look even sexier than usual today, and that gun just makes it better..."

Roy gaped. He hadn't really meant for this to happen... "Jean... don't you think that's a bit too far...?"

In the meantime, Alphonse rose from the couch, intent on finishing what he'd started.

Havoc growled. "I'm not in the mood for your crap right now," he snapped, eyes moving quickly from one person to the next. "Roy, shut up. Al, stay put, or so help me, I'll get out my other gun. And you –" his eyes narrowed. "You have no idea how much I want to kill you right now."

"You'd kill him too, if you killed me... you really want that?" Blasphemy was amused at Havoc's rage.

"Dammit Jean put that thing away! There are better ways to deal with this than KILLING PEOPLE! Especially someone you... DAMMIT YOU ARE NOT GOING TO SHOOT HIM!" Despite years of practiced composure, Roy was losing it.

"I need more... if I can't have that I don't care if you shoot me." Alphonse pushed past Havoc.

Havoc neatly kicked Al's feet out from under him, laying the boy out flat. "Screw you, old man," he snapped back at Roy, not in the mood for games. "I don't see you trying to help!"

"You know damn well I can't bring him back..." Roy clenched his fists, even as Blasphemy laughed, "There never was anything I could do..."

As the laughter stopped, Blasphemy trained violet eyes on Roy. "Are you sure that's really the case, Mustang?" He slowly slid one hand up his thigh. "Or is it because you're still afraid of me..."

Alphonse was stubbornly attempting to crawl towards the homunculus, that little gesture making him all the more eager to get there.

Havoc stepped calmly on Al's back. "Stay put." The anger had evolved into an icy calm that was infinitely more frightening. "Roy, move it. You and I both know you're worthless like this, so get out."

"Dammit, Jean... Get off Al's back, I'll hold him, okay!" Roy really was not fond of being useless.

Blasphemy, in the meantime, got to his feet again, stepping towards Havoc.

"Take him and get the hell out," Havoc snarled. "Don't make me pull rank on you." He kept one green-gilt eye on Ed the entire time, wary of the approaching youth.

Despite the painful reminder, Roy nodded, somehow managing to drag the struggling boy out of the room. "Bring him back, Jean... just don't kill him in the process..."

"What's the matter, Jean, aren't you going to shoot me? I moved..." Blasphemy purred, taking another step.

"I think you already know the answer to that." He holstered his gun and crossed his arms. "So why are you even bothering to ask." It was a dangerous game he was playing, but he didn't care anymore.

Blasphemy grinned smugly. "It's funny, you threaten even though you know damn well you'd never be able to pull that trigger on me..." Passing Havoc, he stole the gun from its holster, spinning it on his finger and pointing it at his own chin. "If I were to do it myself, you would even risk everything to stop me, wouldn't you?"

"You know the answer to that, too."

"Does this gun even have any bullets in it?" Blasphemy then aimed the gun at Havoc's forehead.

Havoc grinned lopsidedly. "Would you care if there were?"

"Shall I test it on you then?" Blasphemy put pressure on the trigger, still aimed at Havoc.

Havoc shrugged. "Might be interesting to die again."

"There wouldn't be anyone here to save you this time..." Blasphemy circled Havoc once, then threw the gun across the room. "You're not making any move to get him back..."

"Good point. But quite honestly, I have no idea what's going on between you two. One thing works, then something else does..." Havoc eyed Blasphemy. "You're not really that much of a danger, as long as I can keep my eye on you."

The shorter blond moved up against Havoc, hands wandering down his back and ass. "You know... I wonder if he'd stay down long enough to let me take you for a test ride..." A wicked grin spread across Blasphemy's face, and he licked his lips. "The younger brother did get me a bit worked up after all..."

Havoc's knee kicked up, nailing Blasphemy in the groin. A few twists later, he had the panting homunculus flat on his stomach with his automail arm twisted over his back. Havoc himself was comfortably straddling the smaller's hips. "That's not exactly how you propose a one-night stand," Havoc murmured into the squirming figure's ear. "It may work with repressed and soulless teenagers, but for a grown man, you need a little more subtlety."

It sounded ridiculous, but hey. Maybe sex would work this time around.

Blasphemy just grinned, trying in vain to look over his shoulder as he caught his breath. "So is that a yes, a no, or an offer?"

Roy was very much going to kill him if he ever found out. Oh, well. Havoc cautiously released Blasphemy's arm, sitting back to allow the thing to turn over and sit up. "Try again, squirt."

Violet eyes scanned Havoc again. "If you're looking for a subtle come on, you're not getting one out of me..." Blasphemy leaned forward on hands and knees, looking for the most opportune moment to pounce.

Havoc got up, brushing off his pants. "Are you really that impatient?"

Following suit, Blasphemy stood as well. "Why does it even matter if I am or not?"

"I'm just being friendly." Havoc cocked his head. "I thought you would have gotten on with things by now. What's holding you back? A sense of morality or something?"

"Oh, I'm just enjoying the moment.." Blasphemy grinned again, though something did strike him as just not right about all this. "I'm not one to have moral obligations, you should know that by now..."

Havoc moved smoothly around the oddly hesitating homunculus. "Really? Could've fooled me." His fingers gently combed through Blasphemy's ponytail. "So. We have a sadistic freak of alchemy and a half-wild freak of alchemy. What'll it be this time?"

"I already told you what I want..." Blasphemy nearly purred. "It's your choice whether you appease me, or I have to force myself on you... either way it doesn't make much difference to me..." Violet eyes followed Havoc's movements.

Havoc tugged Blasphemy around. "I think, for the health of all concerned, that I should just go with it," he mused aloud. "But, Mustang, Ed, and Bradley would all kill me if they found out." He bent his head, lightly brushing his lips across the homunculus'. "However, you won't go easy on me like they will."

"Indeed I won't..." Blasphemy murmured, hands caressing down Havoc's back. "You'd better not half-ass anything, now... I want you to treat me no differently than you'd treat him..."

"What? So you can see what you're missing?" Havoc fastened his teeth on Blasphemy's neck.

The homunculus hissed slightly, tilting his head. "Not exactly..." Blasphemy tugged up the back of Havoc's shirt, sliding one hand down his spine as the other gripped the man's ass. "I just want it to be the best that it can be..."

"Greedy little prick," the chimera commented, almost offhandedly, licking the mark. He flinched at the hand on his spine. "Any preferences?" he asked before sinking his teeth into the flesh shoulder.

"Aahnnotreally..." Blasphemy hissed out in one breath, his entire body tensing shortly. It felt too human for his liking, really, this pain did. All of it really, but the pain most of all. "Aside from picking up the pace a bit..."

"You're impatient." Havoc deftly undid the buttons to the white dress shirt on the youth, letting his fingers slide down bare skin. "Is that a personality quirk, or something you inherited from Ed?"

Blasphemy's train of thought died momentarily, a shudder rippling through his entire body. Gritting his teeth, he forced a smirk onto his lips. "I can't take my chances with time.."

Havoc knelt, looking up. "I'm surprised that you're even taking a chance." His slightly rough tongue licked briefly against the muscles of his stomach. "Then again, maybe not..."

Blasphemy hummed slightly, violet eyes watching Havoc. "I hope you don't think that I'm going to just settle for you sitting down there the whole time..."

"You can stop me at any time," Havoc reminded the other, easily unfastening Blasphemy's belt. "You can always tell me what to do, too."

"Don't you ever get tired of sucking cock?" Blasphemy snorted, getting a good handful of Havoc's hair and forcing his head back. Leaning down, violet eyes narrowed. "I've changed my mind... I want you to kiss me, touch me like you would him, but fuck me like the animal you are..."

"I'm not an animal," Havoc said, voice hard. He yanked Blasphemy's head down, kissing fiercely and tasting blood. "Take it back."

Licking his lips, Blasphemy slid down into Havoc's lap. "I'll take it back if you prove me wrong... which so far you haven't..."

Havoc's eyes narrowed. "Bastard." He realized rather abruptly that this had been a Very Bad Idea Indeed. But... damn. His hands crept around, gently stroking and caressing Blasphemy.

Shivering again, Blasphemy shifted his position a bit, scooting closer in Havoc's lap and wriggling slightly. "Kiss me again and prove me wrong.."

Considering that he had no real other option, Havoc's tongue flicked out, licking away blood. He followed a scant few seconds later, kissing him deeply.

Always taking advantage of my weaknesses, aren't you...

Blasphemy pulled back suddenly, gasping as a glimmer of gold swiftly retreating from wide open eyes. Surprised and winded, he slumped against Havoc for support. This was different than before, was it the node, or was it the circumstances? He wasn't sure, but he did know that it nearly threw him over the edge, despite not even being close to it at all.

Havoc gave a low, purring chuckle. "Too much for you already?" he growled playfully, licking various sensitive spots on Blasphemy's upper body – most notably, the scars around his port and the three major pulse points on his neck and throat.

"I'm perfectly fine..." the homunculus replied, though the waver in his voice was obvious. Stay down kid, you gave the floor up on your own, you're not taking it back until I'm through! A violent shudder ripped through his body, and semi-sharp teeth sank into Havoc's shoulder. It's my body, I'll take it back whenever the hell I want! Hips ground against the chimera's at the sudden rush of sensation. "Stop toying around already you damn cat!"

Havoc peeled the homunculus off. "I'll do things my way." He pushed Blasphemy back, slipping a knee between his legs. "So shut the hell up."

Blasphemy's eyes went wide again, then closed tightly as a groan escaped him, almost sounding as if it were more than one voice. "Please...Jean.." Teeth gritted, violet reasserted itself. The homunculus was really starting to think that he'd gotten in over his head, trying to choke back a moan that rose along with this new ecstasy accompanying the return of control in this body. Much more of this little tug-of-war and he'd be too far gone to stay.

Havoc cocked his head, hands drifting lazily down. "I'm assuming I'm doing something right," he murmured before kissing the youth again.

Blasphemy tried to resist, tried to push away, but the strength he usually had in this body was wavering to nearly nothing. You don't deserve to have him this way.. Tension slowly melted away, until the boy was nearly limp in Havoc's arms. Moments later came the tears when the kiss was finally returned, arms tightly encircling Havoc's waist.

Havoc smiled in relief. "Welcome back, kiddo," he whispered.

"I'm sorry..." Ed whispered, crying silent tears and getting Havoc's shoulder damp. "I'm so sorry.."

"Shh. Don't worry about it for now." Havoc sat back, pulling the distraught kid onto his lap and gently stroking his hair. "It's all right..."

Curling his legs around Havoc's waist, and his arms around his neck, Ed buried his face against Havoc's shoulder. "Thank you..." He squeezed gently. "Sorry..."

"I told you, don't worry about it." He pressed a brief kiss against the side of Ed's head. "Are you feeling up to going home?"

"I need a cold shower first..." Ed groaned, as if his presence in Havoc's lap wasn't enough for the man to know that already.

"Then off with you. I'll wait in here; I'm not feeling brave enough to face Mustang alone in the mood that he's probably in." Havoc gave Ed a slight push.

"I was being sarcastic..." Ed stated, deadpan. "I think I can manage to make it home without molesting you, thanks."

Havoc grinned and tickled Ed. "Come on, then. Let's get yelled at by Mustang and then go home and have a nice, long nap."

Squirming away from Havoc, Ed got to his feet. "Alright, let's go then, before I end up making myself a liar and actually molesting you. I'll try and save that for later." With a genuine grin, he helped Havoc up, an amazing feat in itself, and, after reattaching his belt and buttoning his shirt, dragged the older man out the door.


Roy wasn't so sure why he'd gone so far, outside the hotel, down the street, around a corner, left, right, backwards, lather, rinse, repeat. Before long he found himself face to face with a place he really hadn't wanted to be at all. The very place he'd left just yesterday, and what's worse, there was someone coming out of the building towards him. No, not just someone, but two very ominous looking someones.

"Look what we have here... I never would have thought he'd actually come back, look at all the trouble he saved us!" The green-haired homunculus grinned wickedly, slightly sharp teeth glinting.

The taller, voluptuous woman merely regarded the approaching man coolly. If she was surprised to see him, she hid it well, and she ignored her partner. "I see you've brought that person's son with you." She finally said, her voice perfectly neutral. Lust was, in fact, somewhat surprised that they hadn't had to look for either the Flame nor the formerly missing Miracle alchemists. She had expected them to leave the facility and go deep into hiding.

Dark eyes scanned the immediate vicinity for a possible escape route. Finding none, Roy instinctively clutched Al closer. It would be hard to run in any case, dragging a fourteen year old boy along with him. "You've done enough harm in the case of the Elric brothers, I take it you're with the Fuhrer?" Despite every muscle in his body twitching to run, he knew there was no way he could possibly get away from them. He only hoped that talking would appease them, though instinct told him it was a hopeless endeavor.

Alphonse stared blankly at the two, vaguely remembering them from somewhere, or maybe it wasn't vague, just that he didn't care. His confinement within Mustang's arms was starting to get a bit on the irritating side, after all, the man had taken him away from his brother, and it was Edward that Al wanted right now. "Let me go... I want to go back to Ed..."

Envy sneered, and Roy couldn't help but feel that he'd seen that look before. In the next instant, it was Edward's form that stood there, and Roy remembered just where he'd met this one before. "Envy..." Roy felt like he was going to be sick.

Dull grey eyes lit up again, and once more Al struggled as he had when Roy had dragged him out of the hotel room. That was what he wanted, even though his mind knew it wasn't really Edward, his body didn't care.

Lust stepped forward, reaching her hand out to the two. She didn't know why Alphonse seemed so eager to abandon Roy and go to them, but it would merely make their job easier. "We are no longer interested in you, however, that boy with you must come with us." She purred, stepping past Envy. "Of course, you don't intend to make this easy though, do you? Not up to running away with your tail between your legs?"

Doing his best to hold Al, Roy swallowed hard. Damn you Mustang, damn your pride. Something about that woman was more alluring than it should be, though. Like some sweet poison he couldn't draw his eyes off of. His mind screamed at him to run, now, but his legs wouldn't obey.

Envy eyed the blond boy curiously, it was nearly impossible to ignore the air of raw want that child was giving out. His lips curled up in a smirk. "Al, let's go! Don't let that bastard keep you from me, he just wants to separate us!"

"Alphonse, that's not your brother, don't listen to him." Despite his attempt to keep a grip on the boy, Roy found his hand slipping, and it wasn't long before Al was free from his grasp. He cursed himself mentally as the boy ran straight into Envy's arms, forced his hands to move, had to get on his gloves, there were too many people who would kill him if he lost the younger Elric now.

Lust was slightly confused by the boy's response. He'd seen Envy change into his brother, and didn't seem to care. It didn't really take a genius to tell that the lights were on, but no one was home. She frowned, what good was a trump card that didn't think and couldn't do anything besides what instinct told it? He was no better than Gluttony.

She stepped in front of Envy, amusement dancing in her eyes as Mustang, who seemed to be in a state of panic, fumbled around in his pockets. "Get out of here with him, now." She said, waiting patiently for the human to get his act together. She feared nothing from him, she figured he could kill her a few more times before she had anything to worry about.

Envy shrugged, dragging Al off as instructed. Dammit, he'd wanted to play with fire, too.

With Envy gone, Lust felt she had quite a bit more freedom in the situation to do whatever she pleased. As Roy tried to chase after the older homunculus and the mindless boy, she snapped her arm out, sharp nails grazing his far arm as she caught him. "It's pointless to go after them. He won't return to you anyway. That boy is no more."

Roy barely winced at the cuts, stopped in his tracks. "That's not the point!" Then again, what was the point in explaining anything to these people, if you could call them people. "What do you want with him anyway? He's no use for you, it's not like he can or will do alchemy for you, what good is he to you?" One glove on, Roy was ready for a counterstrike if need be.

"You could stand to ask yourself the same questions, sir." Lust murmured, stepping in front of him. She caressed his face, her fingers snaking up his arm to grasp his gloved hand, a deadly waltz stance. "Alphonse seems to no longer be himself. He doesn't even remember who we are. If he can't use alchemy, then your precious military can't use him as a weapon." She leaned closer, cold breath against his warm face.

Fuck. "He's still human, he's still Edward's brother, and he's still someone that people care about. I wouldn't expect the likes of you to understand such bonds." His one eye glared cold at the woman in his face, though he wasn't sure whether to be appalled or hypnotized by her voice. Something in the back of Roy's head made him wonder if this is what women felt when he was around them.

Tearful red eyes, sobbing, vows to restore life..

Lust moved back, feigning a pout. "You give me too little credit. Also.." she leaned in again, her lips brushing against his, the arm not restraining him snaking around his waist. "So the older one is still alive.. but is he really?"

Roy tried to shrink away, but to no avail. The prickling sensation of a blush spiked across his cheeks, at which he inwardly cursed. "If you want to know, why don't you ask Pride." He wasn't liking where this was going, and going all too quickly at that.

"Who do you think sent me here, to find out the status of both Elric brothers?" Lust purred, drifting her lips across his cheek to his ear. "And don't worry about Alphonse. He will be given the best treatment possible, be assured. Unless Envy gets bored, of course, though you're welcome to send distractions to him." She bit his earlobe lightly, drawing a hair-thin line of blood.

A light shiver ran down Roy's spine, once again causing him to curse himself for many different reasons, rather colorfully. "If he wants to know then he can ask himself, he doesn't need to send his lackeys to do the job for him." He tried turning his head, but that didn't prove to be much more useful than his previous position. He tried pushing with his free hand, but that turned out much worse than his previous position. He mentally cursed large breasted women. This was not his day, really. "And if you monsters so much as scratch Alphonse Elric I'll make sure Fawkes gets to you first!" That's smart, Roy. Making threats in this situation probably wasn't the best of ideas.

Lust raised an eyebrow, lips and tongue moving over the neck that he'd so generously exposed to her. "Do you really think you have any control over the one you call Fawkes? Don't delude yourself. We know who took your eye." She grinned ferally, arching her back, her breast pushing into Roy's hand. "Well, someone certainly isn't trying to hide his desires.."

...Fuckfuckfuckfuck... wait... shitshitshitshit. Roy wormed his hand out from between his chest and hers, feeling more than just a bit flustered at this turn of events. "Why in the hell would I have any manner of desire directed towards you, unless it was the desire to kill you!" The frantic note in his voice wasn't helping his case any, though.

Lust would've grinned more, had she the capacity to. Instead, she shoved him against a pillar, pressing him against it, still restraining his one gloved hand and reaching down to grab the front of his pants. "Your own body contradicts you, sir." She said, returning to the half-abuse, half-gentle assault on his neck with her mouth.

Cursing under his breath, Roy tried to resist, tried to struggle, though his resolve was rapidly dwindling. Unable to hold back a groan, he turned his head to the side, wishing more than anything that Jean would come walking around the streetcorner and help him. "That's got nothing to do with you..."

Tossing her head just enough to move her hair aside, Lust set to unbuttoning his shirt with her teeth, grateful that he'd neglected to wear the uniform. She stopped at his statement, just long enough to lick his chest and look up, eyes narrowing deviously. "Never thought the great Roy Mustang would be a pedophile, really.. how interesting.. I wonder what others would say."

Roy gritted his teeth, not warranting that with a comment. His gaze was focused elsewhere, so that he didn't have to look at her, and he really hoped she would just shut up so he could at least pretend this wasn't happening. Okay so her shutting up probably wouldn't help him pretend a damn thing other than that she was Jean or something. And if Havoc knew he'd done that, he'd be dead for sure.

Lust was very angry, but wasn't showing it. Men weren't supposed to respond this way. The physical part was just fine, but he acted as though she was a carrier of the plague, typhoid, and an Ishbalite all in one. This was the part that displeased her. Rape wasn't something she particularily enjoyed, no, she preferred when her prey became, despite all their mental constraints, entirely willing to do whatever she pleased. With this in mind, she bit Roy's neck harshly, ripping his belt off, deciding that if he felt she was something below human, well, he wasn't worth her sympathies.

Roy let out a strangled cry, making a rather violent attempt to wrest his arm from Lust's grip. Unwanted tears made their way from his eye, as he tried to think of what to do. "I'd sooner die than have that mark eclipsed! Do what you want with me but if you've any heart at all don't you dare draw blood from me there.."

Lust pulled her face away, looking at Roy with an expression of mild hurt, anger, and general confusion. It seemed that, sometime during Edward being replaced with the new homunculus and Envy fucking with him, and having his eye shot out by the chimera, the Flame Alchemist had lost his mind. She leaned up into his face, narrowing her eyes. "What the Hell is your problem?"

Narrowing his one eye, Roy made a half-assed attempt to glare back at her. "There's only one person who's allowed to scar my neck like that, and you aren't that person."

A cruel, mocking smirk crept onto her face. "I hadn't pegged you for the faithful type. In fact, weren't you the one with multiple girls hanging off you at one point? The great womanizer? Now you're just a beaten dog, not even worth my time. You disgust me. You barely qualify as a man." She shoved him back, spitting in his face.

Roy took every blow in stride. "Is it so wrong for a man to find someone to love and be loyal to?" he replied, lifting his now free hand to trace the nearly healed wound on the side of his neck. "How does that make me any less of a man?"

Without so much as a thought, Lust moved her hand, a single claw piercing the eyepatch just barely, lifting it up from his face. She made a face, disgusted by the sight it revealed to her, and shook the eyepatch off onto the ground. "You sound like you're from a corny romance film." She finally remarked, smirking a bit before turning away. "I still find you disgusting. All humans are. You like to think you're so gallant and honorable, with your professions of eternal love and faithfulness, when all the while, you're just like the younger Elric is now, driven by hormones and instinct. Things will get interesting soon, but for now," she turned back to him, eyes as cold as they had been when they had first seen him, "treasure what little you have, you won't have it long, and then you'll know I'm right."

"Don't be so cocky.. You were human once too..." Roy picked up his belt and once again secured his pants, buttoning up his shirt. "Maybe, like Edward, you can be again.." With that, he walked off the way he came, heading back towards Havoc's apartment.


Please review, constructive criticism and questions appreciated, flames will be deflected back at you by Roy. n.n;