Author's Note: I guess I should also say that this is actually one large story that I am just breaking up into much smaller chapters, and there for they are actually much shorter than intended. I am just too lazy to add more words to it . I usually aim for at least 1000 a chapter, lol. Anyways, things are starting to happen after this point. Please send me reviews to give me the courage to keep uploading n.n;
Chapter 2: Betrayl
Unaware of their less than friendly visitor the two in the bed had fallen asleep in the other's embrace, blissfully ignorant of the plan being formulated against them. Edward sighed contently and nuzzled against the other who in reply pulled the younger one closer, cradling him protectively. They slept that way until the sun was rising in the sky. Then the elder of the two gently snuck from the bed, careful not to wake the angelic looking being still snoring softly, and slipped out, looking back once and smiling gently.
Edward woke hours later, finally rested and huffed in annoyance when he figured out Roy had once again given him the slip before he woke up. Edward knew the Colonel wasn't working on a Sunday of all days, the one day the Amestrian government saw fit to let the higher ranking officers off. Sadly Ed plopped himself back into bed, wondering for the millionth time whether or not he had been foolish accepting Roy's proposal. Relationships with a ranking officer and their subordinate was strictly taboo and though Ed knew Mustang could get in real trouble if he were found in Ed's bed it didn't stop the bitterness he felt. Even though they were informally dating, the Colonel still saw others, mainly women. Edward was getting sick of feeling used and discarded, but already loved the man so much he couldn't bare telling him this and risk to spend all his nights alone without the slightest hope of a midnight encounter.
Sighing, Ed pulled on his robe and wandered into the common room, looking in the fridge for some much needed comfort food. He cursed as he realized others had been into his stash…Again. "God damnit!!" he cursed loudly, not caring if anyone was still sleeping. "If you bastard's don't stop fucking stealing my pie I will remember to poison the next one!!!!!!" Edward threatened icily and dissolved into a volley of swears that would have even made a sailor blush. He then slammed the ice box door so hard he almost knocked it off its hinges. Muttering under his breath Edward stalked back to his room for his clothing, he'd have to go to the cafeteria for some food. He grumbled about his luck. First that bastard of a Colonel hadn't even had the decency to wake him before taking off, thwarting Ed's thoughts of at least a goodbye kiss, and now he had to walk ten long minutes in the cold to the cafeteria for food he wouldn't feed his worst enemy. What made this a harder pill to swallow was the thought of the apple pie Winry had sent to him, devoured by the prick's who shared this floor of the dorm, without Ed having had a single taste.
Glaring at every housemate he passed, the angry teen made his way to the door. His eyes held murder most foul and a promise to act on the impulse as soon as he found out who had taken what was rightly his. Everyone in the vicinity gulped, the Fullmetal Alchemist in a foul mood was a force to be reckoned with and even the bravest of soldiers seemed to quell when that angry gaze sought them out. Slamming the door behind him, causing a satisfactory crash, Edward shivered in the cold, wet, grey morning. Still fuming, more from the Colonel's behaviour than the missed food he stomped the whole way to the building, acting childishly. By the time he reached the warm busy confines of the military barrack's cafeteria he was his usual stoic self, though his mouth was still set in a scowl. Grabbing a tray Edward piled it with fruit and oatmeal, the only two things in the whole place that seemed edible.
While enjoying the 'less satisfying than pie' breakfast Edward pondered his situation. If he loved the Colonel, he should probably let him know that he was serious and to stop messing around. It hurt each time Ed had to listen to the Colonel relay every sexual escapade he had over the weekend to the guy's at the office. What hurt more was the smirk on his face, as though he was telling Edward there was nothing he could do about it, without risking some kind of military punishment. Deep down, Ed knew he had probably just been another conquest to the bastard of a colonel, but then...Why did Roy always come back? It seemed he was coming more often than anything. 'Why would he do that unless he actually cared for me,' he thought. It wasn't as if the Colonel had ever been rough or forceful with him. There had never been an ultimatum, no threats or promises to disappear from his life if he didn't sleep with him, no guilt trips or consequences. Mustang had always been gentle and relaxed about everything, and looked after Ed with an almost parental care. When Ed was too tired to care for the little things that made sleep easy, he would wake up in the morning to find that Roy had been there, and he was in pyjamas and under covers. He began to wonder if the stories Roy told Monday morning were truly real, or just a fiction to keep his reputation as a ladies' man.
Edward finished up his last orange and cleaned off his tray, shoving his hands in his pockets. Now that he was fully awake and full, his anger had dropped off of him, leaving him tired and quiet. He wondered how he should spend his day off. Somehow today, he couldn't go back to the dorms and throw himself into his research. He felt restless and finally came to the conclusion that he couldn't go another minute without seeing his commanding officer and demanding to know the truth of the matter. Taking a deep breath, Ed courageously broke the one rule that Mustang had set in place when they had began this relationship: Ed called on Roy at his home. Nervously the youth knocked lightly. There was no reply but the door swung open, unlocked. Worried there might be an intruder Edward cautiously walked inside.
The inside of Mustang's house was clean and well furnished, the opposite from Ed's small barrack room which always seemed to be a flurry of papers and books. There seemed to be no sign of disturbance, which Ed found odd from the open door. Listening closely Edward heard two voices; one was high and feminine and was giggling madly and the other, a smooth coy masculine voice which Edward immediately recognized as Roy's. Crushed, Ed decided to verify things with his own eyes. Creeping up the stairs he peered into the room that was open a crack he couldn't help but suck in a mouthful of air at the sight before his eyes. Both figures were sitting on the bed, half naked and as he watched, his eyes filling with tears, Roy Mustang leaned in and kissed the other lustfully. Turning, he ran blindly from the house crying freely, not caring about the noise the door made when he closed it, startling the two companions upstairs. Roy ran out of his room just in time to notice a youth with bright blonde hair running down the street, realizing who it was and what he must have seen. Feeling guilty for his selfishness he went back and began getting dressed, intending to follow the younger alchemist.