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Edward stepped out of Alphonse and his shared room at the Central Military HQ, his black boots were silent on the linoleum bleach white floors, if it wasn’t for the thick wooden door of the room slamming loudly just inches behind his back his exit wouldn’t have attracted the attention of stray officers wandering the halls as the end of their work day crept near and they retired to their own rooms.

Their stares didn’t linger though since often Edward Elric was the cause of some loud commotion or disturbance. He was well known for flying off the handle and yelling at random whether he was justifiably upset or just unhappy about the perception of his lack of height. The sixteen year old blonde had a reputation and so he was over looked.

He was grateful at least for everyone’s disinterest…he supposed.

He stood outside of the room door with his head hung slightly, his pin straight rich blonde bangs hanging over his face, hiding his expression.

His pale lips were pulled tightly down at the ends, his teeth grit tightly behind them.

His brow, as it was very often, remained in a sad and frustrated frown, his golden eyes filled with emotion, mostly anger and self loathing…

…so much self loathing.

Edward felt this way so often is was second nature most days, ever since the transmutation, ever since he’d watched his brother’s body disintegrate bloodlessly, as if his flesh had never been real before slipping from his reach beyond the gate, Edward lived with the hate he had for himself.

Disappointment at his flaws, his in capabilities, his human limitations and his mistakes.

So many mistakes and so much regret, so much guilt…so much blame.

He tensed his fists tightly, his automail fist making a sound of steel tensing against itself, another reminder of his faults and mistakes…two limbs less of his were still real.

Would they ever be real again…?

After so many years, four whole years since he’d become a state alchemist and yet here he was, different in strength and experience but with no more confidence than he ever had in himself as a twelve year old.

Weak and unable to fulfill his promises to Alphonse.

The philosopher’s stone held no salvation, not when it came at the expense of human life.

There was no equivalent exchange in murdering someone to gain something personally. It was wrong, so obviously wrong and Edward was faced with that no matter how many times he read through the notes and books. Useless.

He raised his head once he felt calm enough and glanced down the hall both ways before deciding to go to one of the public lavatories in the building. At this late time of day when the sun had set and evening was settling in he knew the military main building was mostly empty, so he could seek some privacy in there for a little while.

As he walked, hearing his steps in the silence, he became aware of the headache steadily growing worse and making his temples feel like they were throbbing, his jaw felt tense as well and fatigue was rife in his daily routine making him sluggish and affecting his performance in fights and even when facing Mustang’s verbal spars. Mostly for the fact he hardly slept when he was close to resources.

Being at the military branches, especially Central, always drove him into studying seclusion. Allowing his young genius brain to absorb, break down and force as much knowledge on anything alchemically related into his mind hour after hour, book after book, as was possible without passing out from a headache or exhaustion. Because he had to find a way to do the impossible…even if he knew there was no way…because he’d promised.

He’d promised to try…even if he didn’t think there was anyway to succeed.

Alphonse couldn’t know he felt this way.

He’d been at the central HQ for two weeks now after traveling to a small town to follow through on some stupid errand Mustang had ordered to be completed, after which he’d returned.

They had no where to go at that moment, no more leads had come up…nothing important, not since the information about human lives being an ingredient to the answer to their goal.

Snorting in derision of himself, Edward shoved the door to the lavatory open harder than was necessary as he walked into the brightly lit room. He narrowed his eyes; his vision was a little blurry since he’d spent all day reading as well as all of the night before.

He walked over to the row of wash basins and leaned on one close to the far end, he hesitated a moment before looking at his reflection in the mirror. He was thinner, his fair skin had an ashen color to it and his eyelids were a little red while underneath his eyes were slightly dark.

He wasn’t doing so good.

He only barely ate because Alphonse nagged him too.

Nausea and stress kept his appetite low usually.

He pretended to sleep when Alphonse was around, even though he really hardly did, or he would face the lecture of how he shouldn’t abuse his body that he was lucky to still have.

Lucky…?

He blinked at his reflection and swallowed slowly watching as his adams apple shifted beneath his pale throat, his throat hurt from all the yelling he’d done just 15 minutes ago before he’d left the room.

He’d argued with his brother…he hated hearing that hopeful tone of voice Alphonse always had.

‘There has to be another way…’

          ‘We can’t give up, we’ve come so far.’

             ‘How can you say it’s for nothing? Is having our bodies back nothing to you brother?’

   ‘I know we can find a way brother…’

             ‘I know you can find a way brother…’

“Arrrgh…” Edward looked away from his reflection, “…I can’t do anything, you over estimate me Al…” he shook his head sadly, “…it’s just dead ends…” he frowned deeply and gripped the basin, “…if I had a whole body I’d offer it as equivalent exchange for yours if I knew it would work…so I wouldn’t feel this way.”

Guilt.

His skin crawled and the harsh light made him avoid his reflection, it was too obvious how weak he was in that mirror.

“Weak…” he muttered and swallowed again, his throat was sore and his mouth was dry.

His head ached.

His shoulders were so tense, his spine felt sore and his shoulder stub even hurt as he turned around slowly, moving his automail arm and leaned with his back to the mirror against the basin, crossing one foot over the other as he relaxed a little.

He always tried to be optimistic around everyone, smiling and letting his temper come before his angst. Rather he yell and fight for what he was doing than wallow in his helplessness when people were looking.

There was so much expectation it was stifling. Like his nightmares that were always just beyond the point of a light nap…and his desperate thoughts whenever he sat alone in the bathroom of submerging himself in the bath tub and swallowing back enough water so his lungs would seize up and give him an end where he’d feel no guilt.

He smiled bitterly, even the consideration of suicide made him feel weak and guilty.

That would be running away, the easy way out.

“Rather kill myself trying than to just kill myself…” he mumbled as he stared at the scuff marks on his boots.

He sighed and slipped his fingers of his flesh hand into his hair, massaging at the point where his braid began, the back of neck was tense and sore. His hand brought several strands undone when he removed his thin flesh fingers from his hair.

Idly Edward pulled his braid forward, absently pulling the elastic off and letting it settle around his flesh wrist as he ran both hands back through his hair, neatening his hair after a long day of it being braided.

He re-braided it with his eyes closed, his bangs falling forward as he did so but his mind was wandering.

He enjoyed having some privacy, even if anyone could walk in, this silence allowed him gather his thoughts and sort his anger. Once his braid was done he unbuttoned the top clip of his black over jacket and ran his hand over the front of his neck, massaging his cool skin with a sigh, feeling the warmth of his own hand on his neck was comforting.

He frowned as his frustration surfaced again and he felt a distant ache run from his head to his toes. Privacy was a luxury. Company was an even bigger luxury.

Edward made an annoyed sound when the ache passed through him again, this time a little more accurately settling in his lower abdomen region and threatening to get worse.

He almost never indulged himself and even when he did, it was never as good as it could be with someone else.

What he wanted was almost impossible to come by…three times only…over the last year.

If Alphonse found out Edward’s shame would be too great so he wasn’t about to take risks.

No…luxuries were not permitted.

Even though he wanted to be jealous of Alphonse’s lack of puberty, he’d feel guilt thinking of how Alphonse would probably appreciate it much more than he did.

He’d also be a lot less twisted and dirty about it probably. He felt a little nauseous again.

Edward rolled his eyes, his brother would be a suave ladies man one day without a doubt, even in that suit of amour he was a smooth talker.

It was a little annoying being not only shorter, Alphonse had always had that one inch of height on him even when they were ten, and also being the one who had no idea how to smooth talk a girl…not that he thought such a skill would be useful to him in general. But where Winry and her wrench were concerned, being able to smooth talk her might save him a few scars in the long run.

He smiled just slightly to himself, glad he was able to still find something pleasant in all the shit he was drowning in.

Even if his anger was always just bubbling underneath the surface, it wasn’t so bad to hide it.

It kept Alphonse positive.

One of them needed to have a reason to wake up everyday.

“Ah damnit…I should apologize..” he said aloud and turned back to the mirror, his expression dour again at the thought of apologizing when he really didn’t even want to see Alphonse right then, facing his brother’s empty body would only make him angry again…at himself.

He stared at himself for a moment, his hair was neater now that he’d smoothed it out and re-braided it, his bangs shifted when he hung his head.

He heard the door open and he looked up again, seeing the person who entered via the mirror.

It was Mustang, his usual bland expression on his smug face, one fine black eyebrow raised just a tad feigning interest in anything but himself…that’s how Ed saw it anyway.

He was in his full uniform, always, even after everyone was gone to their dorms or out having a drink after a long day, Mustang was posture perfect with not a black strand of hair out of place.

“Fullmetal…are you talking to yourself?” he asked in his general tone.

Edward felt a tinge of irritation,

“What are you doing in here, don’t you have an office toilet…” he changed the subject, not smoothly at all, since his expression said ‘get lost’ quite clearly.

“You have a bathroom in your dorm, I could ask you the same question.”

“I wanted to be alone…” he looked pointedly annoyed at Mustang via the mirror, his thin blonde eyebrow twitching.

“This is a public rest room, excuse me for assuming it was meant for anyone to use.” he deadpanned as he glanced around.

“…annoying, sarcastic ass-ho-…” he was mumbling to himself when Mustang, as usual, cut him off.

“I came in here because I heard someone speaking, I didn’t expect you to be in here but since you are up and not doing anything productive or useful…” he said this was an amused look knowing Edward would be irritated with every condescending comment, “…come to my office.” he turned and walked out.

Edward saw him disappear from sight via the mirror and then heard the door close behind him. There really was no rest for the weary.

He waited a minute longer, deciding he’d calmed his temper enough and so he turned and made his way from the rest room, walking in the direction of the Colonel’s office. Which was a good distance through the building, up a few flights of stairs and round many corners, passed many doors…up, up and finally he was at the doors.

He pushed the handle down without knocking since he’d been invited and stepped inside with a loud sigh, placing his hands on his hips since his leather pants didn’t have any pockets…his hands wouldn’t fit in them if there were since the pants left little room for it.

He kicked the door shut lightly and walked over to one of the sofas in the office, Mustang was behind his desk standing up and shuffling some papers around.

The high ceiling lights gave the room a dull artificially lit glow and the high windows were covered by the curtains hiding the dark sky outside, Mustang had obviously been on his way out.

Edward waited silently as he sat with his arms either side of him along the back of the couch, one leg crossed over the other and his usual air of disinterest about him when he was around Mustang.

He heard the sound of Mustang’s boots clipping nearer against the floor and he turned his eyes from their focus on the double doors to the older man, seeing a standard manila folder being held out to him.

For a moment, a brief moment, Edward hoped it was some kind of a lead on the Philosopher’s stone or the homunculi but he squashed it down quickly, he’d stopped hoping when he had learned alchemy. Hope was for fools.

He flipped it open and he clenched his jaw and turned his lip up in irritation,

“You couldn’t wait until tomorrow to show me a mission file…” he mumbled not really looking for a response. It was a mission brief to some city not far from the East military branch, it would most likely take a day or two tops aside of the traveling there and back.

He vaguely wondered if he could go without Alphonse, that time alone he could use to get rid of some the tension in his body.

There was that guilt again. He made a face like he’d tasted something awful and mentally scolded himself for thinking selfishly. His physical needs were not to be put before his brother. Ever.

He glanced up from the file, having lost track of Mustang for a second he found the man was sitting across from him on the opposite sofa with his legs crossed and arms crossed over his chest, still with that formidable posture, he was staring at Edward.

 "What…?” Edward asked quiet lackluster, he surprised himself.

“What do you need to apologize for?” he asked casually as if he even had a right to.

Edward’s annoyance reasserted itself instantly,

“That’s none of your business, don’t be such a nosy bastard.”

“You were in a public area, if I heard you, it’s entirely your fault.” plain and simple.

Edward’s eyebrow twitched again and his mood decreased substantially but it was his usual Mustang related mood, not anything like the self loathing misery brought on by the argument he’d had with Alphonse earlier.

But Mustang was bringing it up and Edward could feel himself slipping back into that mindset that would leave him having nightmares of his mother’s deformed transmuted form squirming just feet from him for several nights.

Guilt was truly a horrible thing.

“Yeah well…” his tone had dropped as well, “…it’s still none of your business.” he gave Mustang a quick angry look and then turned his golden dull gaze over to the desk lamp.

Mustang was silent a moment,

“Very well, Fullmetal. It probably wasn’t an interesting story anyway, you wrack up an impressive amount of offenses on a daily basis with your loud mouth anyway.” he said dismissively.

Edward closed his eyes and his mouth settled back into a straight tense line, he was aware that his mood would not be improving so long as the flame alchemist was in his presence.

“Whatever, if that’s all I’m leaving…” he sat forward, bringing him to the edge of the sofa about to stand and with the file held loosely in his automail hand.

“One more thing…”

Edward tensed but allowed himself to settle back, his butt had been an inch off the surface of the sofa when Mustang spoke and his leather pants made a sound as it settled back against the red leather sofa.

“What is it?” he asked in an airy voice, politely exasperated.

“You’ve been here for almost two full weeks…I’m guessing you’re search has hit an inevitable dead end?” he used his ‘as expected you’re research is useless and expensive’ tone of voice.

Edward couldn’t help the wave of anger that passed over him right then, sure Mustang didn’t know about the ingredient needed for the stone because Edward hadn’t bothered to tell since he’d found out…or he hadn’t wanted to, still Edward was angry at him, at his indifference and his smug face, whether or not he was clueless to the extent of the ‘dead end’ they had hit.

Facing the rest of their lives in their current condition, Alphonse being a hollow unfeeling suite of armor for the rest of his life because of his own brother…who kept promising to make it right but truly had no idea how to proceed forward…

Useless.

He shook his head and his eyes narrowed uncharacteristically at Mustang, it was a malicious look but Roy saw pain behind that hard glare and he frowned when Edward yelled at him,

“Why don’t you shut the hell up! It’s not like you know anything helpful! I already know I‘m not getting anywhere! I’m reminded every time I look at my brother, I know I‘m useless, it‘s not you‘re place to tell me that!! You should mind your own business and keep your mouth shut!!” Edward had raised his voice quite a bit and he huffed when he looked away from Mustang’s infuriating face.

His golden eyes had been staring Mustang down but when he’d realized what he’d said out loud he blinked and his pupils constricted in shame and anger. He hated his weakness, especially in front of Roy Mustang and his unwavering self control.

Baring his straight teeth slightly as he clenched his jaw, his hair shifted to hide his pale shocked face as he stood and made a bee line for the door.

He hadn’t realized Roy had stood up and had followed him until he felt a strong hand grip his flesh upper arm.

By the time Mustang caught hold of him he’d crossed the room and was near the door, so when he yanked his arm from the older man’s grasp angrily, he knew that action would leave a bruise since Roy hadn’t taken a light hold, and because of that he turned and stumbled backwards at the force.

His back collided with the door, the folder and its papers falling to the floor so he was saved the humiliation of falling flat on his ass, reminded of how physically inferior he was as well, not in combat but in plain strength, Mustang couldn’t take him in a physical fight but he could over power him.

Edward felt a sudden tingle rush through him, that frustration announcing itself and this time heat settled in his loins.

As he leaned against the door he felt himself pale again, shame…so much shame came over him as he realized what the idea of the colonel over powering him had incited in himself.

That was arousal and it made Edward want to suffocate himself for such a disgustingly weak thought. He knew he was sexually frustrated, he knew he could do with a dismally overwhelming fuck that would leave him in both pain and satisfaction, but at that time, at such a time when he should be angry at Mustang and blaming himself for what he did to his brother…to feel something so selfish and sordid.

“…” he had no words, he pressed both palms to the door and stood up straight slowly, using the door for support, keeping his face down so his bangs hid his shock, shame and faint blush over his nose.

“Edward…” Mustang’s voice was calm and a few feet away, “…something’s bothering you, you’re reaction just now proves that…” he stated.

Edward shook his head slightly,

“No…I’m fine. Just…” he didn’t finish and keeping his head down he turned and placed his shaking hand on the door handle.

A hand fell on his shoulder and Edward froze,

“I know you think I’m just out to get you down Fullmetal, but I am on your side. You can talk to me if something’s bothering you…is it about you and Alphonse, did you argue?” he was speaking, saying such concerned things, but his tone was no different than business as usual.

Edward shrugged the hand off of his automail shoulder and turned the handle down to leave.

“Edward!” Mustang grabbed his shoulder and spun him around, both hands against his shoulders, he was shoved very forcefully against the door, making the back of his already aching head thud against the wood.

He hadn’t expected that. Mustang had never physically handled him before.

His shoulders were pressed against the door, Mustang had him at arm’s length putting just over a foot of distance between them as the taller man was looking down at Edward, a full head shorter. The colonel’s gaze was steady and serious,

“You insist on being treated as an adult yet you behave like a child every chance you get. I don’t want to force information out of you by scolding you but reasoning and questioning doesn’t seem effective in getting answers…” he was saying very seriously, “…you haven’t reported anything in almost a month, which is a direct violation of your orders, Fullmetal.”

He paused and Edward just kept his gaze down, although he was shaking with anger, more and more pissed off at Roy’s monotone when talking about such a sensitive subject.

Looking down at him, speaking down at him. Always holding that stupid military ranking over his head as if Edward became a government militant with some sort of patriotism in mind.

Like he cared about the wars or the Fuhrer’s reign… 

All he wanted, all he ever wanted was to get Alphonse’s body back, everything else was just a means to an end. Now that end was dead and he was just that.

A dog of the military being spoken down to by a superior officer he was obligated by law to listen to.

“You’re hiding something…” he said bluntly, “…tell me what it is…now.” his grip on Edward’s shoulder’s tightened and so did Edward’s fists at his sides.

“You’ll have a report tomor-”

“Now, Fullmetal! That’s an order.” he raised his voice.

Edward’s breathing increased as his anger rushed to the surface,

“Fine…I’ll tell you…you insufferable prick…” he said it quietly but his tone was so harsh it made Mustang frown, that had actually hurt the usually stoic colonel.

Edward raised his voice a little and looked straight up into Roy’s face, no sign of tears even as his voice trembled and he spoke through clenched teeth,

“…I know how to make a philosopher’s stone. I finally found out how…” he saw Roy’s eyes widen a bit, “…and now I also know that I can never give my brother back his body…I can never full fill all of my useless promises to him…” he trailed off, even as his stared at Roy, he didn’t really see him.

His misery and guilt. His failure.

He saw Alphonse’s ten year old face swimming in his vision, as it was taken apart right before his eyes.

He knocked his head back against the door and stared up at the ceiling.

Mustang took a quiet breath,

“If you know then why…”

“Its human lives…” Edward breathed, “…to make the philosopher’s stone…people’s lives need to be sacrificed.”

The grip on his shoulders slackened but wasn’t removed, Edward expected a stream of questions to be demanded from him but none came.

Mustang was just staring at his defeated expression.

As he stared at Edward’s adams apple straining beneath the pale skin of his throat, he realized suddenly that the younger boy had lost quite a bit of weight since he’d last seen him in the East.

He saw the lines of fatigue on the sixteen year old's face as well as the blue color of veins just beneath the flesh of his eyelids and at his temples which suggested stress.

Edward was pale, thinning and so plainly exhausted, yet he hadn’t even noticed in two weeks of the blonde storming around central, parading as if everything was just dandy and adventures were around the corner.

Where was that volatile, loud mouth boy?

Mustang felt very sullen right then, upset at himself for not seeing through Edward’s impressive façade sooner. The teenager certainly was more adult than he gave him credit for, he spared his brother all the stress and took it upon himself.

So much weight upon such young shoulders.

‘No wonder he’s so short…’ Mustang thought fondly but didn’t say it aloud lest he upset Edward further right then.

Edward wasn’t a child, not in the way a child is usually.

Immature yes, but not a child.

Edward was surprised when the hands at his shoulders pulled him forward, he closed his eyes at the sudden yanking forward and then he felt Roy’s arms circle around his back, strong and firm and…warm, even through the layers of their clothing.

Edward opened his eyes as that tingle rushed through him again, his needs surfacing due to months of frustration.

Mustang was too close, he smelled too good…

Edward’s eyes were just above the epaulette on Roy’s right shoulder and he could smell Roy’s cologne…or it could have been his hair, maybe even just his skin. The uniform covered so much, but right then he was so close to Roy’s neck, it was too much for his frustrated youthful body.

Had he been less needy he wouldn’t have allowed the thought to even cross his mind.

But despite his guilt he could very vividly imagine Roy’s hands gripping tightly and roughly all over his naked body. He forgot about the philosopher’s stone for the moment and raised his arms, placing his hands on the colonel’s sides.

As if he might return the comforting…no doubt platonic, embrace from the older man, he let his hands run downward from the colonel’s upper sides, sliding his hands over the blue waist jacket, his flesh hand feeling the material of the jacket while his automail hand glided pointlessly lower.

“I’m sorry Edward, that this is the conclusion to what you‘ve been searching for…” he was saying quietly, innocently speaking into Edward’s hair, his mouth just short of being against Edward’s cinnamon scented blonde hair, “…how can I make you feel better?”

It was such an ill timed question because while Mustang was probably offering some time off, counseling or just words of comfort that he was available if Edward needed anything, right then with all of the sixteen year old sexual frustration peaking, it sounded like an invitation.

It had been so long since Edward had felt warm flesh against his own.

He turned his face from the colonels shoulder and slid his flesh hand over Roy’s side lower still and very quickly, without warning, his flesh hand firmly rubbed over Roy’s crotch, since the military pants were not restrictive, Edward got a good feel of the colonel’s package, making his face and body instantly hot.

But it ended before Edward’s blush reached his face, some sense knocked back into him when Roy shoved him backwards and his head once again collided with the door, only this time Mustang stepped backward, so there was no physical contact between them.

“Aaah…” Edward groaned quietly and raised a hand to rub at the back of his head, that rejection had been very sure, he should have known, Mustang had always been obviously straight, he had been reckless just now.

Desperate…to be fucked into a bliss full state of exhaustion so he’d sleep without nightmares for one night.

“What the hell did you just do!?” Mustang yelled and actually sounded offended.

Edward looked at him, his shame and defeat reflected in his stunning eyes, the unusual color had Roy feeling uncertain about his harshness.

Had he overreacted? He didn’t think so, the boy had basically cupped his balls, it hadn’t felt like a mistake or misplaced hand, not at all.

“Sorry colonel…” Edward could hear the pathetic sound of his voice even through the heat in his ears and face and his blood rushing through him from his accelerated heart beat, “…what I’m looking for you can’t help with…”

“What are you looking for? What was that just now?” Roy’s voice was tense.

 Edward felt incredibly needy right then, he was succumbing to his selfishness rather easily and he knew he’d hate himself for it but he felt desperate enough to beg.

It was just one more reason to hate himself…begging Roy Mustang to fuck him.

This would a day that would haunt him.

“I wanted…comfort, I thought maybe you were willing…” he stepped forward from the door and closed the three feet gap between him and Mustang, his hands taking a light grip on the older man’s jacket even as Mustang partially back stepped again.

Mustang’s arms rose, like he was uncertain of whether to touch Edward.

“I’m sorry…” he went on, hating how his voice sounded out his desperation, “…you smelled so good…and you were so warm and…” he kept his head down, pressing his forehead to Roy’s chest and keeping a light grip on his jacket.

His words made Roy uncomfortable, not because Edward was a male, having been in the military for years, he knew about the other side of the fence, not well but he wasn’t unfamiliar. It was because Edward was a child…maybe not like a usual child, but still, sixteen and…

“Please…Roy…” the grip on his jacket tightened.

Edward swallowed back his shame after those words, he was begging.

Hearing the pleading voice as well as his name he stared at the top of Edward’s head, he was stunned, he had no words, Edward was asking him…

“Please…” he heard the word again.

…pleading with him…for what?

“Please what…?” he asked quietly.

There was a groan from the blonde, obviously he was having a hard time saying what he wanted but Roy was genuinely stunned, he wasn’t trying to make this any harder for the teen.

He heard Edward mumble something and he tensed,

“What did you just say?” his hands had taken a light grip on Edward’s shoulders again and his stomach felt like jelly.

“You heard me…don’t make me say it again…” Edward’s hands loosened their grip on the jacket and slipped around Roy’s waist, holding Roy in a mock hug while Edward lifted his head and kissed at the front of Roy’s neck, where the high collar didn’t reach.

“Edward…this is…”

“Please…I need this…it’s been so long…”

Edward’s warm breath was felt under his chin and his blonde hair just barely tickled Roy’s cheek and it smelled pleasant.

At the end of those words Edward’s tongue was felt against the underside of his chin followed by his cold lips.

Roy was reeling, needing to re-evaluate what he thought he knew about the Fullmetal Alchemist.

First he’d said so quietly, yes Roy had heard it but had been too shocked to believe it, Edward had very candidly whispered ‘Please fuck me…’

Even with his vulgar mouth and his use of swear words in his vocabulary on a daily basis, hearing that was so shocking. And then to hear him say ‘it’d been so long’.

Edward then had…

‘He’s been with someone…in this way…?’ Roy thought as he frowned.

The kisses to his neck were becoming distracting after a while and then Edward’s arms slipped off his waist and Roy heard the unclipping of the buttons of his lapel and when it was open, Edward easily unhooked the hidden buttons beneath, suddenly gaining some confidence as he hurriedly opened the jacket and pushed the jacket to Roy’s shoulder’s.

Edward took the pause and lack of resistance as a go ahead, he already had a raging hard on beneath his leathers and he had a tingling arousal playing up and down his spine.

Edward stepped back for a moment after pushing the jacket to Roy’s elbow’s and Roy watched him, his eyes very serious even as his mind raced, Edward slipped his waist jacket off his pale shoulders and dropped it on the floor.

His automail arm was visible now, as well as his collar bone and the lines of his taught, expertly toned shoulders and his flesh arm. Roy had always seen the definition beneath the clothes and wondered about how a boy so young had such a honed body, but Edward was no ordinary boy and his body had seen hell.

…yet it was beautiful.

Edward reached his arms back and pulled his loose black shirt over his head, his abdomen was visible and clearly defined abs tensed with every movement, as did his flesh arm. His braid was pulled to his naked flesh shoulder after removing the shirt and as he dropped the shirt to the floor with his jacket and gloves, he used his automail arm to push the braid back. Roy stared at the thin pale face before him, framed by untidy straight blonde hair.

Edward was exceptionally attractive, whether he knew it or not.

His finely angular shaped face, his pointed nose and the intensity of his unusual eyes, Roy had admitted to himself Edward was a good looking young man many a time.

However he’d humored himself at the thought of Edward marrying that violent blonde girl, not stripping right before him and revealing every inch of a body well built beyond standard averages of a sixteen year old boy, to him.

No…Edward was hardly a child. He was a young man.

Roy had let his over jacket fall to the floor but made no further move, still feeling that while it wouldn’t be hard to dive head first into this with Edward, he was still in fact sixteen and a military subordinate.

Then Edward’s belt buckle sounded as the belt landed on the floor and Roy dropped his gaze from the attractive face framed by untidy blonde bangs to see Edward’s thin fingers pulling his zipper down as he stepped out of his boots.

Roy watched as Edward pushed his thumbs into the sides of his leathers and his tight boxer shorts and in a slow movement -the pants needed a shimmy- the remainder of his clothes dropped to his ankles and Edward stepped out of the pile.

His black socks remained half way up his calves but other wise he was completely nude and he wasn’t shy.

Roy was certain now Edward had done this before.

He’d had sex before and probably with a man, since he didn’t seem uncertain about any of his actions.

Roy swallowed back, his throat dry, he let his eyes look over the well shaped legs, Edward’s muscle definition wasn’t over done, it was refined.

Roy didn’t want to admit he felt a little self conscious.

He was fit, make no mistake his body mass was accounted for with muscle and almost no fat but he was 14 years older and his own physical definition wasn’t anything like Edward’s.

Keeping his insecurity out of his face he brought his hands up, pulling his gloves off and then he started unbuttoning his white shirt,

“Alright Fullmetal, but this is a one time only.”

Edward didn’t smile,

“As if I’d want to do this again.” he said dully as he watched Roy unbutton his shirt.

This was a different Edward and he was about to be acquainted with a different Roy.

What would happen now would change the way they saw each other.

Roy tried hard to ignore the naked aroused sight of Edward, especially as he stepped close when Roy’s shirt was opened and he pressed his lips, tongue and used his teeth as he began what would be foreplay, trailing his mouth over Roy’s naked chest. His hands went straight to Roy’s belt and the clips of the loose fitting pants.

Roy stepped out of his boots just as his pants dropped making him wobble and he placed his hands on the Edward’s shoulders for balance.

Touching the bare warm skin of Edward’s flesh shoulder didn’t fail to incite the beginning of proper arousal in the older man, Edward’s kisses were pleasant but he was far too distracted at first to let them get to him.

Now as he stepped out of his own pants and underwear, standing completely naked with Edward in his office, he allowed the situation to settle in.

He felt a little awkward, he was great when it came to women but despite his experimentation in his younger years, Roy had never actually slept with a man.

He let his hands run over Edward’s arms and he enjoyed the sensation of sucking and kissing to his nipples and lower, down over his lightly toned abs and Edward’s tongue slipped into his naval and when he felt hot breath against his pubic hair he realized where Edward was heading.

“Wait…” he absently grabbed a handful of the blonde’s hair and pulled him back, unaware of just how incredibly turned on Edward became at the light yanking of his hair, “…the door.” he said and let go of Edward’s hair, stepping around him and taking a few steps to the door to lock it.

When he turned around Edward was right there, having come over to him, Roy tried to get a look at his face but Edward was back on his knees again quickly and Roy leaned back against the door. A cold hard hand took a light rest against his naked thigh while Edward’s flesh hand took hold of the base of his cock and gave it tight quick strokes.

Edward’s moist pale lips were against at first and then around the head of his penis and Roy raised an eyebrow as he gazed down. Watching Edward’s tongue as it swirled around and shaped to his steadily growing erection while the warm hand, Edward’s thin pale fingers stroked him and then slipped beneath his length to rub his testicles, rolling them in his warm palm, it was indescribable to the colonel.

He’d never look at Edward the same way.

'Why am I letting this happen…?’ he wondered with a light frown.

Roy let out a soundless breath and watched as Edward took as much of his full erection into his mouth as possible and worked on it slowly, up and down, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked tightly at the sensitive flesh, sending many throbs of pleasure through Roy’s cock inside Edward’s mouth.

The back of Edward’s mouth was wonderfully wet and hot, so moist…and then Edward swallowed Roy’s collection of pre cum with his saliva and it earned him a moan from the older man, even if it was a low quiet one.

His eyes were half lidded, he really couldn’t help enjoying it, Edward’s usually pale lips had turned a rosy color as they moved over the contours of his length, as they became swollen from his effort. Feeling those blonde soft bangs brushing against his firm lower abdomen was also very sexually arousing, Edward was far too beautiful…and far too good at this.

‘How many times has he done this…?’ he frowned again as he let his right hand slip into the blonde’s hair just above his crotch.

He had closed his eyes for a moment and then he felt Edward’s automail hand over his own in his hair. Roy looked down as Edward continued bobbing slowly and sucking deeply, no sign of slowing as he swallowed again and Roy’s hips bucked forward a bit.

Edward’s automail hand tightened over his just then so his grip on Edward’s hair was tighter and then Edward hummed.

“Ah! Ed-ward…” he breathed, his hips bucking forward again and Edward bobbed faster along his length. His breath from his nose ghosted over his saliva that he left across Roy’s length as he sucked up and down.

Roy’s breathing was shallow now and he knew he was nearing his limit, Edward was definitely doing a good job, even if he couldn’t take Roy’s full length, his flesh hand was massaging and stroking him to his end.

“Edward…you need to stop, I’m gonna…aaah…I’m gonna…” he closed his eyes and Edward sucked harder still.

Roy let his hips thrust a little into Edward’s bobbing, not forcefully.

Edward didn’t seem to mind, he stopped bobbing and let Roy thrust lightly, still sucking and Roy gaped dazedly at the sixteen year old, sucking him off better than any women he’d had.

His mouth accommodating Roy very well.

Edward’s cheeks were red now as well as his lips and he had a small frown on his face, Roy knew his jaw was probably hurting but he didn’t seem like he was willing to stop, he basically said so when his automail hand came up again and tightened the grip Roy had on his hair again.

Roy had suspected at first but this time took Edward’s hint and he tightened his grip on the soft blonde hair, he gave an experimental yank toward himself as he thrust forward, sending a bit more of his length into the back of Edward’s throat when he did so.

Edward’s keening moan at his action left no room for uncertainty…he liked having his hair pulled. Roy was turned on and he throbbed again, feeling his precipice just a few short thrusts away.

He breathed heavily as he yanked on Edward’s hair and thrust a little erratically and in no time he came, his length half way into Edward’s mouth. He let out a low shaky breath and absently squeezed the handful of hair he had hold of as his semen coated Edward’s tongue.

“Ah…shit…” he realized he was holding Edward’s head in place and he pulled back, letting what remained of his release land on the floor of his office, some of it on Edward’s thighs.

He was surprised he came so much but didn’t think too much on it and instead looked to Edward who was flush and licking his lips absently.

'He swallowed it…’ Roy was once again, though dazed and feeling very sated, amazed at Edward, he wasn’t even certain this was the same boy.

“Are you alright, Edward?” he crouched down since Edward remained on his knees.

“Yeah, I’m fine…” he said quietly and a small breathy noise came from him.

Roy looked between them and his eyes narrowed, Edward was kneeling back on his legs and his flesh hand was between his legs and while his erection stood at full salute, Edward’s hand was seeing to another area.

Roy felt a little ashamed at being this way with Edward, he must have been in a terrible frame of mind to do this. He knew Edward looked at him as a rival so to have begged for this must mean that Edward…is really fucked up.

And no one had noticed.

‘How…how could we all have assumed a child whose been through so much wasn’t affected somehow…’ he thought.

“Don’t judge me you bastard…I can see it in your -ah- face…don‘t pity me…” he was obviously fingering his rectum as he spoke, shameless as far as Roy could see while he prepared himself for what he’d asked for.

To be fucked.

Mustang said nothing and just watched, observing the sight of pure sexual abandon before him. Edward Elric, known throughout Amestris as a hero of the people and well known for his remarkable alchemic abilities at a young age…was completely desperate and rather pathetic as it were.

He met Edward’s glance and saw the anger…and shame in those beautiful eyes.

So he was ashamed…naturally he should be.

Edward pressed his two fingers, middle and index, deeper into himself brushing his prostate lightly occasionally as he stretched himself out just enough so that it was reasonable…since he didn’t want to eliminate the pain completely…

…no, the pain was part of what he deserved. He preferred it that way. He enjoyed it.

He tried to ignore Roy’s stare of pity, he knew the man would never seen him the same way again, which means he’d avoid Roy Mustang every day from this day onward.

Right now, he needed this.

Once he was on the road again, he had no idea if he’d find the time or a person for this purpose.

He glanced at Roy, who met his look and then turned his attention to restoring his own arousal.

Edward was grateful, he wasn’t going to spout any of his smug bullshit and was resigned to serving the request Edward had crudely made.

‘I won’t stay here ever again after this…I’ll never be able to look at him in his face ever again…’ Edward thought and grit his teeth in anger.

He really hated his weakness.

He removed his fingers from himself and Roy noticed by the time he was semi erect,

“Should we move to the sofa…?” he asked as he stroked himself, he looked tired, resigned.

Edward looked tense and his hair was untidy, his frown was permanent, his loins ached and throbbed even as he looked at Roy’s restored arousal.

He needed this.

“No the floor is fine…” he said shortly and surprised Roy when he leaned up on his knees suddenly and kissed him on his mouth.

Edward placed several moist but closed mouth kisses to Roy’s lips, the older man was mostly unresponsive, puckering his lips but not encouraging it. Then Edward’s tongue slid across the line of his sealed lips and when Roy pulled back Edward made a disgusted face,

“You don’t wanna kiss me cause I gave you a blow job…you’re such a pig…” he stated and once again surprised Roy when he shifted to lay flat on his back and with his arms, quite strong, he pulled Roy half way down on top of him.

Roy was on his elbows leaning either side of Edward’s head while he kneeled between the blonde’s well muscled legs. Edward seemed taller when he was laying beneath Roy this way…and older.

“It’s not because of that…” Roy mumbled and Edward noticed the business tone had been replaced with a nervous tone, “…kissing is reserved for affection, love…girlfriends…” he said quietly as he settled his lower half against Edward.

With their skin and erections finally contacting, Edward ignored Roy’s stupidity for the moment and took a deep sensual breath. He enjoyed this, having a warm body above his own, having the smell of someone fill his senses.

It was so personal.

So close.

So real.

He felt guilt creeping in again and so he dug his nails into Roy’s lower back with his flesh hand as he brought his smooth flesh leg over Roy’s hip, rubbing it against Roy’s side.

Once again Roy was faced with Edward’s sexual confidence and it made him irritated.

“Don’t dig your nails into me, Fullmetal…I don’t want marks.” he said, his business tone was back.

Edward made a sound of frustration, he’d been grinding his lower half against the older man above him as best he could since Roy wasn’t doing anything and then he had to go and say that.

Edward let his hands flop at his sides as well as his legs, then he brought a hand up and brushed his blonde bangs upward out of his face in irritation.

Roy stared down into his flushed face, his lips were a little dry and cracked in their rosy condition from the earlier service he’s performed and even though he wouldn’t cry, his eyes were shiny.

“Fine…fine, I won’t even touch you. But…you don’t have to be gentle with me…” Edward informed.

Roy knew it wasn’t just a heads up, after the hair pulling, he figured Edward had some sort of masochistic tendencies.

It was hard to believe he was sixteen when looking down at him right then.

“…ok…” he responded, “…whenever you’re ready…” he added.

It was clinical how Roy was behaving and even though he knew it was cold to be this way, the irritation in Edward’s gorgeous face didn’t make him feel bad, he wasn’t doing this out of desire, in fact he was ashamed that he was taking advantage of Edward’s weakness right then.

He couldn’t think of that right then though, because he’d lose his wood.

If that happened, he wouldn’t be able to do what Edward requested and after that blow job, this just seemed like a typical paradigm of equivalent exchange.

Edward made him cum, so now he would do like wise.

No frills.

“You’re such a bastard…I hate you Mustang…” that desperate tone of voice was in the blondes words, “…ok…put it in then, lets get it over with…” and a little unhappiness.

Roy shifted, moving so he could see what he was doing,

“Shouldn’t there be lubrication?”

Edward’s breathing was a huff,

“Stop wasting time, I don’t want to be here much longer…” he sounded downright miserable now.

Roy aligned himself and then looked down into Edward’s face, his eyes were closed and his jaw was tense.

'Perhaps…’ he thought about it for a second.

He leaned his left elbow to the side of Edward’s head and settled himself over the blonde, leaning his head down, he placed a few moist kisses to Edward’s jaw line and neck.

He didn’t want to hear that misery in Edward’s voice, some reciprocation to Edward wasn’t too much to ask.

He kissed downward, finding his way to Edward’s light pink nipples, small round and hardened in their aroused state. He kissed over one then the other, letting his right hand slide over Edward’s naked hip and then over his smooth firm thigh until he reached the beginning of Edward’s automail above his knee and he ran his hand firmly back up, as expected, Edward pressed upward at the harsh caress, wanting more.

Roy sucked on Edward’s nipples, as he might with a woman, except when he bit and irritated the pink nubs with his teeth, Edward’s moans and breathless squeaks turned him on more than he’d ever been.

When he bit at Edward’s skin, licked and tongued his shallow naval, sucked hard, caressed hard, the reactions Edward gave were nothing short of wanton.

Roy stopped then, deciding he’d done enough for himself and Edward’s arousal’s.

He pressed forward, helping himself in with his right hand since it was a dry entry and he didn’t want to get hurt.

As he pressed in, he felt Edward’s legs part more and he watched his face, Edward’s eyebrows came together but his scowl was a little less angry and more anxious.

Throwing caution to the wind once he’d pressed most of his head in and found that Edward wasn’t screaming in pain, he made two even thrusts, forcefully, and he was in almost to the hilt.

He grit his teeth since it had hurt and he watched Edward’s face, his eyes were still tightly shut but his lips were parted in silent breath, Roy watched his tongue trace his bottom lip as he lay waiting.

It was awful that he had the urge to kiss Edward right then.

“Mo--move…Roy…move…” Edward instructed.

So Roy started moving, he didn’t get much friction at first because Edward was blissfully tight and he wasn’t getting out more than he was getting in.

Edward was dissatisfied with this after a minute and Roy felt a cold leg as well as a warm one wrap firmly around his waist.

“Roy…hold me in place…” his arms lay at the sides of his head and he arched his back.

Roy felt Edward’s inner walls tense around his length. Despite the fact he knew he shouldn’t just do what Edward said since he could always just take him over to the couch where this would proceed in an easier fashion, he somehow knew this was where Edward wanted it.

He leaned over Edward, the blonde’s strong legs around his waist keeping Roy firmly imbedded inside his rectum, and he placed each hand over each of Edward’s waiting wrists, laid out just above his head in a triangular shape, his steel fingers tips lightly touching his flesh finger tips.

Edward’s braid was coming undone and some hair was loose and laying against the white floor, splayed out prettily in strands beside his braid. Quite a sight, one Roy wouldn’t forget.

And then he realized, he narrowed his eyes, supporting himself would mean leaning his weight on Edward’s wrists,

“Edward…” he hesitated.

“Shut the hell up Mustang…just do what I asked…” he said almost quietly, his eyes lightly closed as he licked his dry lips.

Taking a moment to set his mind to it, Roy put his pressure and balance in his arms, Edward’s flesh hand tensed from the weight and his finger’s curled inward. He looked down at the boy sprawled out beneath him, perfectly beautiful and disgraceful.

Once he had a steady balance he pulled out and thrust in quickly and Edward’s legs tightened around his waist, his let out a short hot breath and Roy moved again.

He pulled out each time and thrust back in as Edward’s tightness adjusted to his length and he was moving easier.

He thrust several times, his knees and knuckles hurting from their contact with cold unforgiving floor and then Edward spoke,

“Go faster…” his eyes were open and he regarded Roy with a flushed face.

Faster…he thrust faster.

“Harder…harder!” Edward demanded slightly out of breath and frowning needily.

Roy went harder, the sound of their skin slapping was now louder around him.

Edward’s eyes were open and looking between the ceiling and Roy’s face dazedly as he made low sounds of pleasure with every inward thrust, his finger tips on of his flesh hand were turning white and Roy knew his wrist would be bruised besides the circulation being cut off.

“…hah…hah...aarder…harder Roy…” he heard Edward whine as his rectum spasmed around his length, Roy couldn’t help but moan, Edward was tight and hot and it felt like he was slipping deeper each time.

As a few short minutes passed of thrusting their faces had moved closer and Edward’s finger tips had started turning a faded purplish color,

“Harder…” Ed said again.

Roy didn’t think he’d lessened his thrusting even though his knees were bruising but he thrust harder all the same.

“Harder…harder...hah- aaaaah….HARDER…harder…” Edward kept saying, gasping and frowning.

Roy went harder and harder each time and it was beginning to get unpleasant for him as the sound of his pelvis slapping against Edward’s reddened posterior became louder and louder, even over his heavy breathing.

“ROY! HARDER…AAAAAAAH…HARDER!” he was moaning loudly and shouting now.

Edward’s veins were standing out over his flesh arm as he made a tight fist and sounded out his pleasure unabashedly. Roy’s eyes were opening and closing at his own mostly controlled pleasure.

Roy had tried to keep up with demands but he was starting to hurt from the force,

“Edward…I can’t…its not-”

“Shutup!” Ed said with a break in his voice, “…just go harder…ha- uh …arder…please…”

“Edward…listen…” he slowed the motion as his leg’s cramped.

“No…don’t stop- ah!”

“Edward!” Roy yelled as he grabbed Edward by the back of his head, his hair firmly twisted in Roy’s fingers as he yanked, disturbed when he felt Edward’s erection throb between them and his rectum tighten.

 'He really enjoys the abuse…’ he thought as he fisted the blonde’s hair,

“It’s hurting me, this useless if I can’t stay hard…how far are you?” he asked plainly.

Edward’s eyes were emptier and cloudier than he’d ever seen as he leaned his head backwards since Roy had his hair in a grip,

“…not much…farther…” he wiggled his blue fingers in Roy’s grasp.

Roy was suddenly eager to end this, that look on Edward’s face made him feel desperately scared for some reason…he didn’t know what he was doing.

He let Edward’s hand go and wasn’t so surprised when Edward grabbed the back of his neck with that cold hand and pulled him down for a kiss.

He opened his mouth this time and felt Edward’s tongue slip passed his teeth, after a moment he responded and their tongues crossed each other’s mouths generously, wetting each other’s lips. Roy was finding out that Edward was rather good with his tongue in general as it wound its way around his own tongue and sucked it slowly.

Roy moaned lowly as their mouths opened wider and once again their tongues passed between them, Edward was leaning up on his elbows and Roy still held his hair tight enough to hurt as they kissed each other.

Both were still fully aroused.

When Roy found he was enjoyed the feeling of Edward’s soft, pink kissed lips against his own just a bit too much he pulled Edward back by his hair, earning him a short moan and making Edward arch his back.

Roy pulled out of Edward and he saw irritation etch its way back into Edward’s face, at least it was familiar. He then roughly flipped him over, his flesh limbs making small slapping sounds at the suddenness to catch himself and his hip bones connected painfully with the hard cold floor.

But Edward obliged the change of position and got on his knees, bending over on his elbows, exposing himself to Roy.

Without hesitating Roy thrust back into Edward so hard that the younger alchemist’s automail knee nearly gave against the linoleum at the same time that he gave a small cry – of pleasure or pain- Roy didn’t know. Edward braced himself with his flesh palm against the floor, sticking enough for support.

Roy leaned over Edward,

“I know what you like now…this won’t take long…” he said in his business tone.

He grabbed the thicker part of Edward’s braid and some more hair near his scalp and pulled on it, turning Edward’s face so that his cheek was to the floor and pressing the slightly sweaty skin to the linoleum.

Roy saw no anger in Edward’s eyes and so he knew, this was what Edward liked. With a few beads of sweat on his own skin and a drop trailing down his abs to settle above his shallow naval, Roy licked his lips…

And he fucked Edward. Hard.

He did so for a full ten minutes or so and at his hardest, his knees hurting from the hard floor. He realized at some point that while there was some blood as he thrust, Edward’s moans could probably be heard all the way to the bottom central HQ floors. So he relented since he was doing it right, his hand tightening its grip.

As he thrust he watched the side of Edward’s face, he was biting his lip so it was white between his teeth in between moans, his eyes dazed.

His flesh palm was having trouble keeping him still on the floor and his legs were shaking like jelly so much that Roy had to keep a firm hand to Edward’s waist to help him stay up on his knees.

Finally after watching the most erotically sad thing he’d ever witnessed from someone so deceptively strong and in control, Edward came.

It was a loud succession of moans and his nails and automail fingertips grasped at the floor as his cum stained the floor in warm sticky blotches, he shook rather violently and his rectum tensed so much that Roy couldn’t pull out just then…so he waited and continued to hold Edward’s shaking form up.

He needed to catch his own breath.

After a minute or so of harsh shaken breathing, Roy opened his eyes when felt a hand, a cool palm of Edward’s flesh hand, pushing at his thigh.

He looked to see Edward’s face was hidden, his forehead was pressed to the floor since Roy had kneeled up and released his hair.

Taking the hint from Edward’s hand, he pulled out of the blonde and heard the short ‘mph’ sound Edward made.

His anus was a little bloody and swollen, the sight made Roy feel disgusted at himself.

He stood up and watched as Edward brought his shaking legs inward and he kneeled back, sitting up with his bare pale back to Roy.

The colonel was staring at the marks left on Edward’s back from the floor, bruises of yellow and blue were on his shoulder blades and along his spine, he imagined Edward’s elbows, hands and knees would be the same.

He felt very miserable just thinking about what he’d done, even if it was demanded of him.

This was something he could have said no to. Should have said no to.

“…Do…don’t…tell…Al…f..ff..ohonse….please…” there was a sniff from Edward and the emotion in those broken words made Roy’s eyes burn.

He supposed Edward’s shame would be unlivable if Alphonse, as much as he believed in Edward’s strong, feisty personality, were to find out there was a side to Edward like this.

“I won’t tell anyone…” was all he said as he bent over for his underwear and pants, seeing the skin burns over his pelvic bone. This memory would stay with him for the rest of his years.

He had his pants on when he turned back to see Edward walking on his visibly shaking legs to where his clothes lay, he picked up his underwear and Roy just watched as he slowly got into it, his socks still on his feet and blood visible on his upper thighs.

Silence settled until Edward was dressed and had loosely re-braided his sweaty hair, visibly limping and with not a single emotion left on his face except a certain kind of relief.

Roy felt nauseated as he stood watching Edward clip his waist jacket at the neck.

His lips were swollen and his face was clearly worn, sex worn, it was clear all over his face but Alphonse…he’d never know what that looks like.

With a final glance at Roy, Edward let his shame be buried for right then, he had to leave now. He crouched down to gather together his mission papers and then he’d return to his room to shower and wash away the blood from his thighs and everywhere it dried. There was no semen since Roy hadn’t broken the law of equivalent exchange but cumming a second time.

…of course Edward could also imagine that the sorry sight of him writhing on the floor just didn’t do anything for the ‘hetero’ that Roy was.

He stood up with his back to Roy,

“Good evening Lieutenant Colonel Mustang, I’ll leave on the mission tomorrow. I won’t return for a while but I’ll send you my official report’s monthly.” he said in such a normal tone, even if his actions were still and unanimated.

“Edward…” Roy said when the blonde had reached for the key in the door.

He didn’t turn around, he simply unlocked the door then waited with his hand on the handle.

Roy wondered if he should say anything but went ahead before deciding fully,

“Be careful…of the people you encounter this way.” he stared at the back of the blonde’s head, concern clearly in his eyes.

He heard Edward scoff,

“Whatever, colonel ass-hole…” he opened the door, walked out and slammed it behind him.

That had sounded like Edward on any other day.

Edward Elric.

Roy would have to rethink everything he ever thought he knew about the Fullmetal Alchemist.