Is anyone else's formatting constantly fucking up? It's irritating.
Also... HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO STEVEN TYLER, THE DEMON OF SCREAMIN'! I love him! =D
Anyways! I had goals for this chapter! I reached them, so I'm really happy. =D The bulk of this was written in two days. -holds up two fingers- Oh yes. It was. Normally, I take more time for it, but I've been out of school and lazy. =P On the downside, I'm more than likely going to have a bunch of shit to catch up on when I go back Monday, and I have two project-thingies. O.o Why do teachers wait til the /end/ of fucking school to give us all kinds of fucking shit?
Edward: Great way of phrasing it.
Roy: She sounds like you.
Me: ... Right. They're actually being pretty well behaved right now. o.O Scariness. Anyways, on to the chapter that I worked frickin' hard on!
Thank you to all my readers, reviewers, and the people adding me to alerts and favorites! Love you guys!
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist. I only own my OCs. -insert funny crack about Winry dying and Roy and Edward fucking-
Warnings: Foul language. Winry-bitch. Smexy stuff.
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The Next Day
The man in the mirror looked a lot more calm than the one standing in front of it, staring absently at his reflection, felt. His golden hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail opposed to the usual braid. He'd opted for a white button-up shirt and dark pants; they were Roy's and too large for him, so he'd altered them with alchemy after getting the man's permission.
"You ready?" Edward almost jumped out of his skin, hands slamming down on either side of the sink. There was a glare tossed over his shoulder at the dark-haired man leaning against the doorframe, smirking. "Bit high-strung, huh?"
"Shut up. And put that down." he hissed, jerking the bottle of whiskey out of Roy's hand. "You drink too much."
"Why do you care how much I drink?"
"Because." The general sighed, pushing himself up straight again. He came up behind the blond, resting his chin on top of the other's head and wrapping his arms around him. Edward took a deep breath, leaning back into his lover's chest just the slightest bit.
"Do you want me to come with you?"
"That would just make it worse; she'd be even more pissed. Bitch would kill me then go after you. It's best if you wait for me here, okay?" Roy nodded and kissed Ed's cheek when the blond was finished speaking. "Will you still drive me on your way to work?" he asked, tilting his head back so he could kiss the taller man on the lips.
"Of course." the dark-haired man mumbled, kissing down to his lover's neck. He nuzzled there silently for a few minutes, breathing deeply of the other's scent. "How long will it take?"
"Why?"
"I was thinking lunch. Me, you. Just us again." He saw Edward smirk in the mirror, and one brow arched questioningly.
"We've been alone a lot the past few days." the blond clarified, closing his eyes.
"We have. But I want some time alone, just to talk or walk or whatever you want, ya know?" Roy whispered. Ed nodded, silently agreeing.
"We'll both be late if we stay like this for too much longer."
"Yeah."
"Well, why aren't you letting go?"
"I don't want to let you go yet." The blond against his chest laughed, twisting out of his arms and striding out of the room. Roy reached for the whiskey.
"Leave that alone, or I'll hit you." Edward called from the top of the stairs, turning halfway to look back at the bathroom door when the older man didn't follow him out.
"Oo, I'm terrified." A dark head poked out of the bathroom door, grinning widely.
"Haha. You should be. Now come on."
"Demanding, are we?"
"Down the stairs. Go, go." Ed gestured for Roy to get a move on, slapping the palm of his flesh hand against the older alchemist's ass, smirking. He jumped, glancing back at his lover with questioning, wide eyes.
"Are you aski-"
"I swear, if you two don't stop touching and slapping and fucking all the time, I'll kill you. The both of you. No flirting. Get out the door. You've got work," Mei pointed to Roy, "and you've got to talk to Winry." Her finger swung around to Ed.
"We weren't-"
"Don't wanna hear it, Edward. Just get your asses in gear."
"Make sure Nicholas gets fed and changed just like he's supposed to. Watch him."
"I've taken care of him more than you have; I know what to do. Quit stalling and go." the Xingese girl ordered, glaring between the two of them.
"Alright, alright. We're going." Ed pushed the dark-haired man out of the front door, knocking over the coat rack when he struggled both of their coats off of it in the process. Behind them, Mei scolded him- very loudly- for leaving her a mess to clean up, but neither really paid much attention. "Damn, she's as bad as Winry sometimes." The blond leaned against the passenger side door, waiting for Roy to unlock the door for him. "Just drop me off at the hotel door. Don't let her see you, okay?"
"Got it. 'She'll be even more pissed.'" the older man quoted, rolling his eyes as he leaned across the seat to open Edward's door for him. The younger alchemist slid in, slammed the door, and crossed his arms nervously.
"Yeah, and, trust me, I really don't want her to be more pissed. I like having my brain unscrambled again." the blond grumbled, bumping the side of his head lightly against the window. They were quiet for a few moments, making Edward sure that neither one of them had anything else to say.
"So… When'd she tell you about Nicholas?" Golden eyes shot over to the dark-haired man that had asked the question, the owner of the eyes frowning deeply.
"As soon as she knew and I was home, I think." More silence. "She got real pissy and stuff sometimes when I refused to sleep with her. Sometimes I did it just to shut her up. I didn't mean to… But I love him. I love him a lot. I just- I hope I can do him right, ya know." There was a deep sigh that fluttered his blond fringe, eyes closing tiredly. "I don't want to be like my father, and I don't want him to make mistakes like I did."
"You won't be like your father, Ed. You'll be a great dad; you already are. Nicholas is going to make his own mistakes; he won't do the same things you did. But I know that you will be there for him to help him get back on his feet afterwards." Roy smiled softly at him, eyes flickering from the road for just a moment.
"Thanks, Roy. I'd kiss you, but I'd rather live."
"You can make it up to me later."
"Believe me, I intend to." The car was quiet again. Edward glanced over at Roy quite a few times, biting his lip hard. Finally, he let out a deep breath. "What would you think if I got custody of Nicholas? I mean, either full or joint? He'd still be with me some of the time, and… Well, I assumed I'd be with you, but-"
"I'd be fine with it, and with you living with me." Roy cut him off, shrugging.
"Then we'll definitely have to work on him loooo~vin' you." The blond grinned, holding a hand out. "Right here's fine. Thanks." He leaned over, pecked the older man on the lips, then climbed out of the car. After the door was closed, he paused, glanced over his shoulder and smiled. It wasn't until the car was out of sight that he took a deep breath and walked through the double doors leading into the hotel, then up the stairs to Winry's room. He stood outside of it, staring at the wood, for what seemed like ages. It finally opened.
"You could've knocked." Winry was standing in the door, blue eyes reflecting light. Her hair was brushed and pulled back again. The sweats and t-shirt had been replaced with her work tank-top and purple cargoes.
"I was working on it." Edward mumbled, looking down the hallway. "Can I come in?" The mechanic gritted her teeth, begrudgingly stepping aside to let her husband in. "Thanks." As he walked in, he didn't look at her.
"Going to give me my explanation now?"
"I was planning on it." he mumbled, looking anywhere but at his wife. Then he fell silent.
"Weeeeee~ll?"
"Alchemy requires equivalent excha-"
"Oh, don't start with that!"
"No, no. I'm going somewhere with it. Alchemy requires equivalent exchange. Al's body and my limbs are proof of that. Returning his soul to his body is no different. To do it, I had to give up something."
"What did you give up?" Winry snapped, irritated. Her fists were on her hips.
"Some of my memories." Edward finally looked up at her, frowning at her stance. "I didn't remember Roy and I. I guess the Truth took the memories most important to me."
"And us? What about the good times we had together before all this? Were those not important?"
"Those weren't most important."
"You don't love me, do you?"
"Not like I…" The blond looked away again, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Finish that sentence. Finish it, Ed."
"Not like I love Roy." He heard Winry take a deep, shaky breath, then her feet shifting. If he had to guess, she'd probably turned her back to him, just like he had to her.
"When did it start?"
"I already answered that."
"Answer it again." the mechanic ordered, her teeth gritting together.
"Five years ago."
"How?"
"I kissed him." She was silent, and he took that as her way of telling him to elaborate. "It was when I attempted suicide. I stayed at his place, developed… feelings. I'm impulsive; I didn't really think about it before I did it. I needed someone, and he was there. He saved me. And then I left; told him I had to concentrate on getting Al's body back and, when I did that, I'd be his again. But I didn't even think that the Truth would take my memories."
"Why do you remember all this now? When we're married and we have a kid?"
"The hell if I know. I just… remembered. A couple of days ago."
"And that's why you want a divorce." she concluded, nodding her head slightly and rubbing her hands up and down her arms.
"No. I'd decided I wanted a divorce before I remembered."
"Why?"
"Because you know we weren't working out. We couldn't stand to even be in the same room together!"
"I love you!"
"No. You don't. You may have at first, but you don't anymore. Just sign the papers, Win. We can get on with our lives! You can find someone you really, truly, deeply love and who won't be gone all the time! And… And I have Roy."
"Is he enough for you?" The blond bit the inside of his cheek, mouth in a tight line. "Answer the question, Ed."
"Yes. More than enough." He stopped, letting out a long breath. "Sign the papers. Please."
"Take the damn papers." Winry picked up a stack of papers of the side table and threw them back at her husband, glaring at him. "I already fucking signed them." Edward barely caught them, and silently thanked whoever had stapled them together.
"Thank you."
"Whatever. Just go."
"Oh." The blond tucked the papers under his arm, walking over to the door. He paused with his hand on the door, glancing back at her one more time. "I want to talk about Nicholas, too; not today. I want full custody." Winry's eyes widened, cheeks flushing in anger. Her hands balled into fists at her sides. Ed didn't see a wrench, for which he was grateful.
"You bastard! Get the fuck out! And don't you dare think even for a second that you're getting Nicholas! I'm his mother! And if you fucking try, I'll make it hell! Why the hell do you think I'd just let two queers raise him?"
"Right." The alchemist wrenched the door open and hurried out, slamming the door harder than necessary before bounding down the stairs and out of the hotel. He glanced around the street and all the people bustling along it, down to the papers in his hand, and grinned like a small child on Christmas morning. "Yes! Woohoo!" he cheered, thrusting his automail fist into the air. Racing down the sidewalk, he laughed happily at the stares people were giving him. After all, what were a few stares from people you didn't know? Being the Fullmetal Alchemist, he got them all the time anyways. The only difference now was a few people probably thought he was insane.
His hands hit his knees, papers fluttering to the ground at his feet as he panted in an attempt to right his breathing. He was still laughing, which wasn't helping him at all. Edward was almost to the Central Headquarters building, but he'd suddenly stopped for no reason. It was possible that he'd just wanted to get used to the fact that he was almost free; wanted to soak it in and bathe in it. Plus, he needed a way to tell Roy. Running up to the older man, kissing him hard, and telling him 'She signed the fucking papers!' probably would be the best idea. But he decided to deal with that when he actually got there, so he picked up the stack, straightened himself, and set off at a more reasonable pace down the sidewalk.
Doing it in a different order was a much smarter option.
"She signed the fucking papers!" Roy turned and a ball of blond fire promptly slammed into his chest. Papers went flying; thankfully, they were stapled. Hands- cold metal and overheated flesh- cupped the sides of his face, forcing him to look into shining, excited golden eyes. Then Edward kissed him, right there in the middle of the floor in a hall of people in Central Headquarters. And he kissed back. Soldiers stared. They whispered, gasped, the fucking works as the two alchemist on the floor practically molested each other, lips firmly locked the whole time.
"Do they even need to breathe?"
"Isn't that Roy Mustang?"
"What the hell?"
"Woah, the womanizer of Central with the Fullmetal Alchemist?"
"Is anyone else bothered by the fact that they haven't broken apart for air yet?"
"Where the fuck did his hand just go? Is it in Mustang's pants?"
"Mustang! Edward!" Everyone- including Edward and Roy- jumped at the sound of a gunshot. Plaster rained down from the ceiling, powdering Riza Hawkeye's blond hair. Her gun was still pointed up at the ceiling, a stern, stony expression on her face. "Care you explain yourselves?" One of her eyebrows arched in that way- the scary 'Tell me what I want to know before I shoot your asses' way. Both men on the floor stared up at her, startled expressions on their faces. The string of saliva hanging between their mouths- connecting them- wasn't helping their case at all, especially if they wanted to live to see the younger alchemist's divorce.
"Uh…" Roy tried, voice failing at the look on her face.
"No?" Edward tried, eyes on the gun.
"Get. In. The office. Now." Hawkeye growled through clenched teeth, aiming the gun at them and her index finger at the door to Mustang's office.
"Roy, you heard the woman. Get in the office." Ed scrambled to his feet, Roy doing the same. It didn't work out so well. They wound up tripping over each other and nearly killing the other trying to get to the room. Finally, though, they stumbled through the door, a very angry sniper right on their heels with her gun still cocked.
"Do you even realize how bad that could be? Edward is a married man, General Mustang. Need I remind you of the scandal that could cause?"
"I'm getting divorced."
"Well, are you married at this moment, or are you divorced?" Riza snapped, angrily narrowed eyes swiveling to the shorter man, who instantly fell silent and avoided her gaze.
"Married."
"That's what I thought. You need to watch yourself and what you do. Of course, I don't think you'll have to worry about that anymore; everyone standing in that hall got to see a lot more than they bargained for, what with you two rubbing your hands and crotches all over each other. Word'll be around soon." The gun-bearing woman let out a long-suffering sigh, flipping the gun's safety on and collapsing in a chair. When she'd made those promises to Roy- and herself- about following him no matter what, she had no idea that she'd be witnessing him and the boy they'd recruited from an automail shop/home in Resembool rolling around in the hall in the middle of Headquarters- along with a number of other soldiers.
Edward and Roy exchanged quick glances, one frowning and the other shrugging. Both knew that Riza was right; they could get a lot of hell for what happened, but neither had really thought of that before.
"We weren't thin-"
"I know, Edward. No more slip-ups? At least until your completely and totally divorced?"
"No more slip-ups." the blond agreed, nodding.
"Roy?"
"Yeah, no more slip-ups."
"Good. Now go to lunch. And keep your hands to yourselves." Riza warned them, looking pointedly at both of them as she pushed up from her chair.
"We will, we will." Edward replied, smiling.
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There were a lot of things about Central that Edward didn't know. Take, for example, that there was a large park near the center, all rolling grass and winding sidewalks and playgrounds for children. Stands were all along the way, vendors selling drinks, ice cream, hot dogs, hamburgers, and other foodstuffs. It was rather peaceful, and Ed decided that, sometimes, peaceful wasn't so bad.
Roy bumped his shoulder lightly, catching his attention. He glanced up, licking mustard and ketchup off of his finger from the sandwich and making a soft humming noise to let the older man know he had his attention.
"What're you thinking about so intensely?"
"Nothing, really. Not one thing in particular." the blond mumbled, taking another bite of his lunch. "What about you?"
"Mm, I'm not thinking of anything. Just enjoying this."
"You've been drinking again." Edward pointed out. The dark-haired man stopped in the middle of the path. The younger man stopped and turned halfway, staring back at him. "I tasted it earlier, but decided not to say anything."
"You just did say something." Roy replied, taking a bite from his own lunch.
"That's true, I suppose. Fine. I decided not to say anything until now."
"It doesn't matter." The older alchemist started walking again, strides long. He passed Edward in a small number of steps, and the blond had to take a moment to catch up.
"Well, it matters to me!" He grabbed his lover's arm, dragging him to a halt and spinning him around so they were face to face. "I don't want you to die, Roy. You need to stop drinking so much."
"Ed-"
"I'll help. I'll be here. Okay? Just- Just stop."
"I'll try."
"We'll work on it." Ed smiled slightly, leaning up and pecking the older man's lips softly. Just when he was settling flat on his feet again, Roy's fingers caught his chin, effectively holding him in place. He blinked a couple of times, processing, and looked up at the other. "What?"
"That all I get?" Roy asked, smirking. The blond rolled his eyes, still smiling, and kissed him again. Then he stretched up a bit more so that his lips brushed lightly against the older man's ear, breath tickling.
"Think about the children." he whispered, eyes flickering around to the little children running about, laughing and playing. The older man tilted his head to look and sighed.
"Not like they haven't seen kissing before."
"You know how we get."
"I know how you get." the dark-haired man replied, laughing.
"What? You think I can't fucking control myself?"
"I never said tha-" A demanding mouth crushing against his own effectively silenced him. At first, he really wanted to refuse, but Edward had a very hot, talented tongue. Needless to say- which was good, considering his mouth was busy- the protests died before they'd properly formed. He'd admit, it was highly unlikely the kids had seen anything like this. Ed was biting his lip, tugging on it, sucking his tongue, everything he could think of. Finally, though, in need of air, he was forced to pull away.
"Think you got a bit of a problem there." the blond informed him quietly, smirking as he patted the palm of his hand lightly against the bulge in Roy's pants.
"You fucking bastard." the general grunted, glaring at him. Ed feigned hurt, batting his eyelashes innocently and placing a hand against his own chest.
"I can't believe you'd call me such a thing, Roy."
"Stop that and come on." he said, rolling his eyes and catching the younger man's wrist.
"What? You gonna take me back to the office?" Edward purred, tripping over his own feet before catching up to the older man. The tip of his tongue toyed with the older alchemist's earlobe. "I'll make it up to you if you do. Might wanna remember to lock the door this time."
"Stop giving me ideas."
"But that's the plan."
"You're asking for it."
"Do I need to beg?"
"Nngh, come on. Before everyone gets back from lunch; you're fucking loud." The young alchemist grinned wide, dragging the other as fast as he could to their car.
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Riza Hawkeye paused outside of the general's door, hearing muffled thumps and moans. She sighed long and deep, eyes closing hopelessly. There was a stack of files in her arms, but she decided that it would be smarter for her to leave for a few minutes and come back later, when there was no doubt they were finished. She squared her shoulders and straightened up.
"Well, they lasted longer than I thought they would." she mumbled under her breath as she walked quickly down the hall and away from Roy's door. At a shriek from behind it, she jumped and quickened her steps even more.
I have been told to stop threatening bodily harm, so I'm gonna try that this chapter. But I still want you to leave a review or else I'll be sad. T_T Also, Ed and Roy are still "working" in the office, so they won't be joining us...
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hugs&kisses~ Madarao
(One more time: Happy birthday, Steven Tyler! =D)