Flame and Fullmetal 300 km/h

A/N: WOW, so many reviews! I wasn’t going to update so soon but you guys had me wake up in the middle f the night and write this new chapter.
To my reviewers: milky, yeah I had to let Ed get back at Roy after the pool game scene. kiki, thanks for the correction (again). I’m glad you liked the discussion between the brothers; I have the same kind with my cousin all the time, only that I beat him at Xbox, hehe XD. nastyscarythingunderthebed, what else can I say but that I Luv U too :)
TrulyWished, there will be a few more similar situations until we get the two ’friendly’, if you know what I mean. Silver4Hentai, hehehe, I enjoy your reviews soo much! Oh, Roy is making dinner for me and Ed who is trying to helping me with chapter 11. They say hello! Raindrop150, don’t die! Well, I guess this means no more sex scenes….just kidding. There will be more and it just keeps getting hotter. Anon and Dae, I present you the next chapter.
Enjoy!


Chapter 10; Whipped

In the afternoon, Roy, Winry and Havoc were occupying themselves, working on a Supra and talking about nothing in particular. Havoc noticed Roy frequently turning his head to look at a certain blond. A small smile grew on his face at the guy’s blatant crush.

"Hey, Boss. Pass me a wrench?" Roy absently did as told, passing him one of the many tools and going back to his stare-fest. Havoc chuckled, placing the screwdriver back into the box and getting an actual wrench. "So, you got a thing for Fullmetal, huh?" Havoc asked, trying to be sly.

"Huh? What?! Hell no! I’ve got other things to worry about than some amateur street racer."

"Then why are you still staring at him?"

"I’m not! I was checking’ out that car he was working’ on. Geez, a guy wants to check out a ride and suddenly he’s in love?"

Havoc shook his head, laughing to himself and going back to his work.

"Havoc, do you know if Fullmetal has a woman?” Roy asked, his eyes still on Ed.

"I don’t think so. Why?"

"What, isn’t he allowed to know anything about his co-workers?” Winry broke in. ”It was just a question, Havoc! It’s not like he is think about Fullmetal every night."

”Watch your mouth, Tinkerbell.” Roy hissed. Winry just rolled her eyes at him for using her nickname. Only she and Hughes could get away after saying something like that. To make fun of the boss was a big no-no, but Winry and Hughes knew the lead racer better than anyone.

Havoc laughed, ignoring the deadly glare Roy gave him. He was glad that he wasn’t in the same kind of predicament as his boss. He went by the motto ‘blonds are trouble’. More specifically, relationships were trouble. He was more of a wham bam kind of guy. But that’s how it was with most of the guys in the drag business save for Hughes who was a happily married man.

”Edward!” Riza called from Roy’s office, Ed looking up and whipping his brow. ”There’s someone in the restaurant waiting for you.”

”I’ll be right there,” he said and grabbed a piece of a torn sheet they used as towels, whipping the motor oil from his hands, throwing the soiled cloth to the floor and quickly making his way into the restaurant. Riza pointed towards a young man sitting at a table but Ed had already recognized him the moment he stood behind the bar, making himself a glass filled with crushed ice and took a soda from the mini fridge.

”You didn’t get lost on the way after all,” Ed said sitting down opposite the young man. ”It’s god to see you, Russell.”

The young man brushed his blond bangs aside and smirked at Ed. ”Damn Fullmetal, have you grown an inch since you left Risembool or is that chair higher than mine?”

”Who the hell are you calling so short he needs to sit on the yellow pages to reached the food on the table?”

”Shut up Elric.”

”You shut up Tringham.”
The boys smirked at each other, making Riza who had been listening to them shake her head. Ed asked her to get them two of Breda’s cheeseburgers and a mineral water for his friend. When Riza was out of sight Ed felt he could talk more openly, turning his full attention to his old friend and racer from Risembool.

”I couldn’t believe it when I heard you left town and moved into the big city. But here you are and Al told me he was moving in with you. Seeing this place I don’t need to ask how you are doing, but how is Al?” Russell asked, starting the conversation.

”He’s alright. He started going to a technological academy here in Central so it all worked out with him going to school while I work here. How’s Fletcher?”

”Disappointed he won’t be seeing you or Al anymore.”

”We’ll come visit you guys and our mom every now and then. And there is an invention called the telephone,” Ed added, making the other blond chuckle.

”Speaking of that, next time you call me and ask me to make a twelve hour long drive to Central you shouldn’t do it in the middle of the night, waking me up.”

”That was the only way to make you agree,” Ed said wisely. Just then Riza came with their cheeseburgers and Russell’s drink. The other blond wasn’t so shy about checking her out, giving a low whistle when she left the two to their lunches.

”Damn…no wonder you started working here,” Russell said, wicking at Ed and making the older blond feel uncomfortable, unable to think about his female co-workers in such a way. Yes, Ed was older but inches shorter than the older brother Tringham. It was one of the reasons why Russell could be so obnoxious at times. ”Anyway, you had quite a list of things you wanted me to get you. To your luck, you called the right guy. I burrowed my old man’s truck to get the cars here. All the way here, I might add. I wouldn’t bother to run such errands for others but since we are talking about my best customer, and hopefully my regular customer in the future.”
Ed smiled. The Tringham family was known for delivering what the customer asked for. Russell, being the oldest son, was going to inherit the family business that sold cars, gathering a large collection of different sorts of vehicle from around the world. Ed was lucky that he was in good terms with both brothers.

”Thanks, I owe you big time.”

”You owe me about 20 grand. Since your family has always had it good when it came to money you are one of the few I know that pays me. I was just surprised you could afford to spend so much so shortly after moving away from home, becoming all ’independent’ and making your own money. Did you find trees in Central that grow other green than leaves?”

Ed sipped on his soda. The week before at the meeting at Dante’s mansion, the woman called Lust had given him a sealed envelope left in her trust by his father. It didn’t contain a letter (big surprise), but the papers to two bank accounts. One for Al and one or him. Ed had been to the bank a few days after Al moved in and the bank had confirmed that Hohenheim Elric had opened two accounts for his sons around the time Al was born. And it wasn’t just money to get them a proper education, more like enough for them to live their entire lives safely without having to work a day of their lives. Ed had given Al a bankcard and credit card but been reluctant to use his own account. Unlike his brother, Ed knew where that money came from. Even though it was washed, Ed could almost smell the blood it was drenched in when stolen or made on the expense of others.

The two didn’t discuss terms of payment until after they had enjoyed Breda’s cheeseburger and talked about friends in Risembool. Ed didn’t blow his cool until Russell told him he too had promised to give Ed a message from a girl back home. A kiss on the lips, a message Ed didn’t want to receive properly but infuriated his friend had accepted. No one kissed his (ex-)girlfriends unless the guy gave them a ring and saved it for the wedding night!

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An hour or so later, the garage was filled with the sounds of a truck on the outside. Because of the heat, the big door had been open, giving the crew a bit of fresh air. Seconds later, Ed pulled up on a flat bed, with a junky car on top of it.

"Hey Fullmetal!" Falman called as he and Fuery went to greet Ed as he jumped off the bed. The crew gathered at the door using the opportunity to take a break from their work.

"What have you got there?" Fuery asked curiously.

"This," Ed announced to the whole crew as Roy and Jenny came out of Roy’s office after hearing all the commotion, "is the Colonel’s new 10-second car."

Jenny laughed. "More like 10-minute car."

Fuery eyed the vehicle. "I think maybe you could push this across the finish."

Falman laughed under his breath. "Or tow it."

”I don’t even think you could tow it across the finish," joined Havoc.

"C’mon guys," said Hughes, "Give him a break."

"You would say that," Jenny said spitefully. Ed’s smirk never fazed once during the whole exchange. He knew what was under the hood of that car.

Roy called to Winry, "Tinkerbell! Pop the hood, let’s see what I have to deal with here."

Winry went to the car and looked at Ed, as if asking for permission. He nodded at her. "Pop the hood."

"Pop the hood?"

Roy rolled his eyes. "Just pop the goddamn hood!"

"I’m poppin’ the hood." When she opened the lid, her eyes widened almost to the size of the hubcaps. "Damn! Two JZ engines."

Roy’s eyes became sceptical. "No shit?

"No shit."

Ed’s arm tingled when he felt Roy brush passed him and towards the car. For the past week, they had avoided each other, not even sparing the time to argue. Ed knew it would be awkward being alone with Roy. And even when they were around the rest of the crew, he still felt that little zing of sexual tension that he was sure Roy felt as well.

"You know what?" Winry asked, indicating that her next few words were important. "This will annihilate after you put about 15 grand in it. Or maybe a little more if we have to overnight parts from Japan."

"Is that right? Well, put it on my tab at Tucker’s," Roy answered, still eyeing his soon to be new toy. "Looks like you pulled through this time, Fullmetal."

Ed gave a smug look. "That’s all I get after all the trouble I went through to get this beauty?" He asked, referring to the banged up vehicle. Roy shook his head at Ed’s smugness.

"Don’t look so confident, Fullmetal. It’s not running yet."

Ed smiled, bringing his eyebrows up and down in and ‘you-know-I’m-right’ look. Jenny rolled her eyes in annoyance. "It looks like someone’s forgetting who beat who down at the drags two weeks ago."

Ed’s self-satisfied look changed into a ‘who-the-hell-is-talking-to-you?’ expression. "Oh, I know full well who beat who at the drags. Though, I find it funny that I was the only one man enough to take the challenge. Some of us race and win, then short skirted chicks like you come stand next to us to get a bit of the glory you can’t earn by yourself."

The rest of the crew tried not to laugh as a "Buuuurrrn!" was yelled somewhere in the back in a voice that sounded suspiciously like Winry’s.

Jenny tried to shake it off and replied, "You do know that you owe him this car right? You’re lucky he didn’t race you for your own car on Friday. And if it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t have been in the mess you got us into with the Alchemists."

Ed was almost daunted. How did she know it was his fault? He glanced at Roy. ‘Is he talking with her about me behind my back?’

"Yeah, and if it weren’t for you," Ed countered, "I wouldn’t have a splitting headache right now from all your damn yapping. Roy was right, your voice does sound like nails against a blackboard."
Ed smirked, knowing Roy had said no such thing. It was just good to hit her where it hurt most. Jenny looked at Roy, waiting for him to contradict Ed’s words. Roy shrugged, wanting them to leave him out of it. All he cared about right now was his new ride.

"You’re lucky Roy was there to save your ass from the Alchemists," Jenny said, now in Ed’s face. "If it weren’t for him, you’d be pretty fucked up."

"Yeah, well let’s just hope Roy gets here fast enough to save your sorry ass before I slam my fist into that pretty little face!" Ed answered, fist in punch mode.

"Now, now kids," Hughes said, breaking them up. "As much as I love catfights, here is not really a great place to do it. I mean, unless you want to get sliced by the heavy machinery. If so, be my guest." The two glowered at each other before reluctantly pulling away. "Good," continued Hughes, feeling important. "Now, Jenny dear, why don’t you work the restaurant with Breda and Riza? Keep yourself busy. And as for you, Ed--" But he was cut off by Ed’s ‘don’t-you-dare-try-and-order-me-around’ look. "…Why don’t you go ahead and do whatever you want," he finished lamely.

Ed turned to Winry, grabbing her and dragging her towards the office.

"Not that I don’t love being manhandled, Ed, but where are you taking me?"

"Chill, ’Tinkerbell’. We’re just going to do a little planning."

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Roy watched the two disappear inside the office. ‘What’s that sneaky guy up to?’ he thought more curious than suspicious. He frowned as he thought of something.

‘He better not be thinking of decking up my car!’ His face contorted into disgust as he thought of Winry and Ed fixing the layout of his car. ‘Imagine…a pink interior! Pink!’ He panicked as he let his mind run away with him imagining bright yellow flowers and purple bunnies adorning his ride.

‘Hell no!’ he thought, marching towards the office.

Ed jumped when he heard the door slam open. "Shit Roy! Ever heard of knocking?" He asked, one hand on the seat Winry was sitting on.

Roy ignored him, his eyes darting directly to the computer screen which showed the layout of an unmade car.

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?!" he demanded, stalking towards them.

"What the hell do you think I’m doing? I’m suiting up the new ride."

"The hell you are!"

"Roy, can we just skip the dramatics please. I want to get this done before I turn old like you."

"Look Fullmetal, I asked for a ten second car, and I got one. Your job is done, so get the hell out."

"Either you’re blind or just plain stupid, ‘cause that piece of monstrosity out there is not a ten-second car," Ed said, pointing towards the door. "So I guess, technically, my job is not done."

Roy started to retort when he realized Ed was right. Not that he’d tell anyone that.

"He got you there, Flame." Winry said, matter-of-factly.

"Shut up Tinkerbell!" Roy barked. Winry smiled, making a zip motion against her mouth followed by her turning the lock and throwing away the key. Roy turned to look at Ed. "Fine, but I get most, if not all, of the say."

Ed rolled his eyes and turned back to looking over Winry’s shoulder at the computer. Roy moved to stand beside him, failing miserably to ignore the scent permeating off of Ed’s tanned skin.

"Ok," Winry started, stretching out her arms over the keyboard. "For the easy part. What colour?"

Ed smiled, already having that part figured out. "Dark Blue," he stated firmly at the same time the man beside him uttered "Black." Winry’s smile dropped as she realized her dilemma.

"What do you mean ‘black’?!" Ed inquired as if the word were a dirty thing to say. "You already have, like, a million black cars. Have you ever heard of variety?"

"At least mine’s a fucking colour. What the hell…Dark blue? There’s no such thing. Not ‘dark blue’, not ‘light blue’, just blue!" Roy smirked at Ed, thinking he had gotten the better end.

Ed chuckled. "Blue it is."

Roy sputtered as he realized he’d just been duped. He sighed, giving in. "Fine, Fullmetal. But remember…I’m the boss here!"

Winry made a whipping noise while whipping her hand back and forth. "Whipped!"

"Didn’t I just tell you to shut the hell up Tinkerbell!?"

"Alright…moving right along…" Winry said, clicking away until the computer shifted into the inside of the car. "What would be your interior preference?"

"Crème leather," Ed said, quickly. Roy turned to him in surprise.

"You do remember who’s car this is right? I’m making the decisions."

"Nah, he’s right, Flame," Winry said, putting her two cents in. "The crème gets the chicks…or…the dudes. I should know. Women love crème, but so do guys with good taste."

Roy shot her a death glare. "I don’t need a car to impress the ladies," he said, then turned to Ed with a smug look. "I have much better assets than that," he said, suggestively.

Ed rolled his eyes. "And I’m guessing your personality isn’t one of them."

Winry hid a laugh behind her hand.

"Oh, please. That’s why you practically jumped my bones the other day."

"I don’t think I should be hearing this," Winry worried, not wanting to be traumatized. She was definitely getting more than she had bargained for by playing Cupid.

"I was giving you a taste of your own medicine," Ed defended himself, ignoring the chick at the computer.

"While you got off on it. Next time you decide to jump my nuts, warn me. Then we can all be happy."

Winry’s eyes widened. "Okay, I am now officially scarred for life. What’s say I get out of here and let you two fin--"

"Sit," Ed demanded, still looking at Roy. "You don’t go anywhere until this is done," he said, indicating to the computer screen. She obeyed, abruptly sitting back in her seat.

"Alright then Colonel-bastard. But the next time you decide to feel me up in public, maybe you could inform me."

Roy smirked. "I just couldn’t resist. Your ass was in my face all night. It was very distracting. You can’t blame a man for wanting a smoking hot blond. Or a quick fuck anyway."

"Wow, you really need to brush up on your flattery skills. ‘Cause if that was your idea of a compliment, I don’t know how you get half the women you do."

"Is that a hint of jealousy I hear? Sorry to make you so green with envy."

"Look, you son of a bitch. I’m in no mood for one of our little arguments right now. In fact, I would love to be a million miles away from you at this moment. But since that’s not possible, it’s crème leather."

Roy reluctantly complied, angry that his fun had been taken away. He loved the way Ed’s intake of breath would increase when he was mad, making his chest rise and fall. Roy wanted desperately to feel Ed’s mouth on his every time the blond licked his lips, ready to snap back at him. He wanted to—

"Whipped!" Roy heard Winry say around a cough. But before he could say anything, she inquired as to which tires were preferred.

"Suma’s," Ed answered. "If that’s okay with you, ’boss’?" He added as an afterthought.

"Damn, right I’m the boss. Not your lapdog," he said, needing to get that straight.

"Of course you aren’t," Ed said, absently reaching up and patting his head.

Roy sighed, frustrated. ‘He’s is going to be the death of me.’

The rest of the session, the room was filled with Ed and Roy’s griping, the sounds of the keyboard, and Winry’s beautiful layout for the car, the file secretly saved as ’Roy Whipped’.

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