Walking into sex ed the next day was like a walk of shame. Edward, having reviewed his meltdown with clearer hear, was embarrassed beyond belief. And he had to flip out in front of Envy. Ugh.

"Hey," he greeted awkwardly, sitting down next to said boy on the bleachers. "Um, about yesterday…"

"Yeah, are you alright today?" Envy asked, eyes worried as he slipped an arm around Ed's shoulders.

"Yeah. I, uh, just want to apologize. For you having to see me like that, I, ah…" Edward didn't know what to say. He was red faced and blubbering, but how was he supposed to explain that craziness?

"Ed, it's okay. I told you that yesterday," Envy interjected, smiling brightly now. "I'm just glad you're feeling better, you had me worried…"

Edward grinned, though he was still a little ashamed of his behavior, and leaned in to rest his head on Envy's shoulder. "You know, everyone thinks you're so tough, but you're such a softie. You're too sweet to me."

Though he couldn't see, Ed just knew the green haired boy had rolled his eyes. He yelped softly in surprise when Envy reached a hand up to bop him on the nose. "That's just cause I like you."

Today, Mr. Nichols didn't even bother walking in to the gym, instead simply calling out from his office, "Free day!" As Edward followed Envy to their area, he began to squirm again, wondering if it was silly to ask the other boy to comply with his request yesterday. Then again, he was kind of burnt out, and just lying around seemed pretty appealing at the moment…

Envy pushed aside the curtain, kicking his shoes off and falling onto the mattress. "Get over here."

"You don't mind, do you?" Ed asked uncertainly as he took his shoes off as well. "I mean, I was just having a moment…"

"Edward Elric, get over here and spoon with me before I drag you down to my level," Envy threatened, eyes glimmering. Speechless, Ed lied down as well, snuggling backwards into the green haired boy's embrace. "See? That's better. I told you, Ed, it's fine. Really, it's kinda nice, just getting to sit around with you. I don't mind. Actually, I'd be pretty pissed if you moved."

Closing his eyes, Edward smiled. "Good, cause I don't intend to. This is cozy."

"You want me to sing to you?" Envy offered.

"No…?" Ed responded, not quite sure if the other boy was being serious.

"Good, I can't sing for shit." Okay, not serious then. Edward laughed, shaking his head.

The giggles soon subsided though; being in this "room," Ed couldn't help but remember something he'd realized. Tone turning serious, he began, "Hey, there's something kind of…important I want to run by you."

"Okay…what?" Envy replied cautiously.

"Well…you were pointing out, a few days ago, how Mr. Nichols was staring at us too long and in all the wrong places, right?" Less out of it, now, than when he was coming down from a high, Edward shivered at the memory. "But he didn't come to check on us yesterday at all."

Instantly, Envy's grip tightened around Ed's midsection. "I hadn't even thought about that," he muttered. "I was all worried about you, so I didn't even realize he wasn't coming around."

"Do you think…" Edward started tentatively, "do you think maybe he doesn't check on everyone every day? Like, he just picks random people each day?"

"No, considering yesterday was the first time since we started getting serious that he didn't come in," Envy reminded him. "If he picked randomly, he wouldn't have come in so many days in a row."

"Well…maybe since we've gone all the way now, he doesn't need to check in on us anymore?" Ed shook his head even as he spoke, shooting that theory down as well before Envy could. "No, I forgot he came in Wednesday after we were done…"

"That's another thing!" Envy added, squeezing ever harder as he became more irritated. "He always comes in at just the right time. Except for when we were messing with that vibrator, he's always come in pretty much right after we're done."

"That might just be since class is over or about to end."

"No, I don't think so." The other boy sounded so troubled Ed rolled over, placing a hand on his cheek as comfort. "It's not just when the bell rings or anything, it's always right after we're done. If he were basing it on the well, he would've interrupted us in the middle of something at least once. Instead it's always afterwards…"

"But he couldn't be doing it on purpose," Edward insisted, trying to calm a swiftly angering Envy down. "I know these little makeshift rooms are flimsy, but you can't see through the curtain, Envy. We're walled in, so to speak."

Not satisfied with that answer, the green haired boy rolled onto his back. Suddenly his violet eyes grew wide and he hissed, tensing up. "Oh, that son of a bitch!"

"What?" Ed asked, sitting up in alarm. Envy had a reputation for a temper, and the other boy had admitted to it, but he'd never seen Envy so completely livid before.

"We're in the gym," Envy explained through clenched teeth. "Up until this bell, it's used for gym classes. And you know what is perfectly legal for the teachers to do with gym classes? Record them. Cameras, Ed. There's fucking cameras in the ceiling, just like in the other classrooms."

It was like ice was suddenly flowing through his veins instead of blood. Edward shuddered, whispered, "Yeah, but they turn them off for this class, it's illegal to film us!"

"That doesn't mean he's not doing it!" Envy growled, sitting up as well now, his hands bunched into fists and his eyes blazing velvet fire. Ed struggled to keep his breathing even, but the other boy's theory made sense, and it was beyond terrifying. It had been fun to do all that stuff with Envy, especially as he got closer to the green haired boy, but the thought of Mr. Nichols watching them going at it made him want to vomit. Unable to help himself, Edward began to tremble. Mr. Nichols, seeing him get his ass pounded…he never even knew it was possible to feel this violated. It made him want to cry.

Seeing Edward's eyes growing wet, Envy's harsh expression softened, and he pulled Ed into a tight hug. "It's alright, baby," he whispered. "I'm going to kick his ass for this. He's not going to get his sick kicks for much longer."

Edward wrapped his arms tightly around Envy's middle, clinging to the other boy. "Envy, you can't. I don't want to see you get expelled for beating up a teacher."

"Well I'm not just going to let it happen!"

"I know. It's just…we should get some proof, first. That way we can get him fired," Ed whispered into Envy's shirt. "I want to make sure it stops."

"I can't stand just sitting here like this though, knowing he's watching," the green haired boy murmured, petting Edward's head. Wordlessly, Ed nuzzled into him, doing his best not to think about how much Mr. Nichols might have already seen. "I'll tell you this, Ed," Envy went on, "we aren't fooling around here anymore. We can hang out after school and stuff, but I'm not giving him any more shows."

Edward nodded fervently. He couldn't agree more. "How are we supposed to prove this, though?"

"Well…" The green haired boy thought for a moment. "I suppose we start with asking around, seeing if he checks on everyone or if he plays favorites. Then we could see if anyone else finds the timing a little weird? Just to get a little info…after that…we'll have to find a way to hunt down the tapes."

"If we find them," Edward added hopefully, "we can give them to Roy. He'll take care of it."

"You want to hand videos of us fucking over to your dad?"

"It's not like he'd watch them. I'm just saying, it would be super easy to make a copy and just slip it in my bag and bring it home," Ed clarified, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, alright," Envy agreed, still running his fingers through Edward's hair. "That's good. First thing Monday, we'll start, okay?"

Ed nodded, hesitating before speaking. "You know…it's funny, because I still can't regret taking this class. I mean, it's terrifying, what he might be doing, but…at least I got you out of it all."