Edward stared out the window of the old car as the news rattled on about the war, everything was about the war, first it had been to support the war, now it was to oppose the war, it was all these people seemed to care about. But then again he could have said the same for his world, there was always a war going on, he had been a dog of the state, a military alchemist, he should have known that better than anyone. Better than anyone he should have been aware of the genocide of the Ishbalan people, just like the genocide of the Jewish people here; it was equal, balanced. Terrible, yes, but balanced.

"...A Jewish refugee perhaps?...", the story was being repeated for nearly the fifth time that day; either it was emphatically interesting, or the police wanted to know who their 'mystery man' was.

The police wouldn't believe me if they knew.

"Have you heard of this?", the blonde turned and looked at the old man when he spoke for the first time in hours; he nodded lightly.

"Some, they've repeated it nearly five times today", the old man laughed.

"I am betting that he's a Jewish refugee, or a criminal, wouldn't that be exciting?", Ed gave a half laugh and nodded.

"I suppose it would, I think they should just leave him alone, he's not hurting anyone by hauling up in that mansion", the old man laughed again, but it was not an accusing laugh, it was a kind laugh.

"Yes, you're right, I think the news companies are just searching for something to report other than war. It's been all war for nearly six years now, so when they finally find something that isn't war related they latch onto it and wring it to death until people are sick of hearing about it. They will drop it by morning, he will be yesterday's news by then" Ed nodded lightly, the old man was right of course, he knew that he was right and so there was nothing more to say and they slowly sank back into silence.

"There you are", Edward smiled brightly and thanked the old man for the ride; he hadn't expected the old man to give him a ride the whole way to Munich, but he wasn't ungrateful for it. Hiking his suitcase from the car, he nodded and closed the door of the car, watching and waving as the car pulled away. Once it was out of sight, he set off, his shoes clicking on the cobblestone as he headed down the familiar path to the old mansion.

I have to see him.

He was nearly running before he knew it and within half of an hour he was standing, faced with the foreboding building. It looked strange in it's uninhabited state, the last time he had seen it, it had had guards posted at every station; now it loomed, dark and empty over the street, still owned by the University, but never used since the first falling of Hitler.

He is inside, I have to go in.

Swallowing any hesitation that he might have had, he hesitantly walked to the doors and slid inside the decrepit building seemingly unnoticed.

Al watched Noah as she slept, in the end he had called her, but she was little comfort, he had still had one of those dreams. The kind that heated his body to the point of angrily pulsing for attention, rolling away from her, the blond got up and headed to the bathroom, he had to take care of this. This hot pulsing sickness that embraced his brother when he was gone and made him a sinner when his brother was near to him.

"Al? Are you okay?", Alphonse stopped at the door when Noah spoke, obviously having heard him get up, he turned slightly and smiled at her.

"I am fine, just going to get something to drink", he said gently, "go back to sleep, I will be back in a couple moments", he was lying, he was lying; he was going to be gone for ages, possibly all night, but she didn't need to know that. So he watched as she nodded, laying down to sleep once more, and pulled open the door, closing it behind him.

Brother...

Al quickly closed and locked the bathroom door behind him, noting silently how cold the floor was against his feet but not letting it bother him.

I love you more than a brother...

Tearing his clothes away, he laid down on the cool floor, jolting against the change in temperature from the cold floor to his overly hot skin.

I want you more than a brother...

A thick moan escaped him and his toes dug against the floor as he wrapped his hand around himself, his breathing becoming heavy as he realized he couldn't get enough air. He coughed desperately, not able to breathe but not able to still his hand either. Rolling onto his stomach, he coughed into his hand as he thrust his hand up and down on himself, his tip pressed erotically to the cold floor.

I want you to touch me Brother.

His body was tightening, his chest was tightening, and in one sudden splash, lightning shot through him and he fell against the floor, coughing as something spilled from his mouth and moaning thickly as his body rocked in spasm. Cum splashed and mixed with whatever it was that had come from his mouth and he lay there in it's puddle, panting, finally able to breathe.

Before whatever this is, consumes me...

"Colonel? Colonel Mustang are you here?", Roy jumped at the faint sound of someone calling his name; only two people in this world knew his name.

"Colonel?", Slowly Roy stood, being as still and silent as he could, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from.

"Colonel Mustang, where are you?!", the soldier turned and headed for the main hallway, and there he was, looking like something from a dream. Roy stared at him for a long moment, not saying anything as he watched Ed look down the other corridors. He was a beautiful sight for sore eyes, he was a little taller, a little thinner than he thought he remembered him to be; he wanted to reach out and touch him. When the blonde headed away from him, he called out.

"You're going to wrong way!", Edward froze his eyes widened as he turned.

Al woke to the sound of someone knocking on the bathroom door,

"Alphonse are you okay?!", it was Noah, had he slept there all night? He pushed himself up, listening as she kept knocking, "Alphonse?"

"Yes I am fine", he said quickly getting up and reaching for the doorknob, a red smear on his hand stopped him.

Blood…?

He looked back from where he'd been laying, there was a puddle of half dried blood and semen. His back hit the door as he leapt in fear, his eyes widening.

"Alphonse?", the blonde swallowed the lump in his throat, running his fingers over his lips.

"I'm- I'm fine…"

Liar…

Edward's eyes widened as they met the familiar form of his superior, he was just the same, standing there looking threatening in his uniform and eye patch. The blonde's throat twisted, he'd never thought- he'd never once imagined that he'd see him again, but there he was. He looked older, or maybe just more tired of life; it had been two very long years.

"I see you've grown", the Colonel said gently, straightening his back and trying to look business like. Ed smiled at the gesture of ever so slight respect.

"Only my hair", he replied, knowing that his commanding officer had never been one for easy affection.

You're here…I can't believe that you're here…

Ed could feel the slow raising of tears into his eyes, he could barely see through their burning mist after a moment but he watched Roy as though he could see him perfectly.

But you're standing right in front of me…

Suddenly, the blonde felt two arms wrap around him and pull him tightly against a strong chest.

"You're still the same…", he heard Roy say softly, and instinctively the younger male pressed tightly to his elder and started to cry.

You're really here…just when I had almost given up…