Chimera

So, I'm moving. Again. I'll be away for about a week, maybe as much as two. I have no idea when I'll be up and running reliably again, so I wrote two chapters to tide you over. Thanks for the reviews, love you all, will definately miss you. Until then, Enjoy.

Treed

A week later, Roy wandered home; he hadn't heard anything from the Elrics all week. He tried calling but there was no answer and he assumed they didn't want to talk to him. Fine, he could survive on his own, even if his head did hurt from missing them. The door was open and he peered around the corners, looking for whoever was there. A faint voice could be heard from the backyard and he stepped onto the porch, idly noting the leaves needed to be raked. Maybe when Al wasn't annoyed at him anymore, he could talk him into doing it. He usually liked helping around the house.

The boy in question was standing under the tree looking up and holding out his arms. Roy wandered over to see what he was doing. “Brother, come down, you'll get stuck.”

“Will not, I'll be fine. I'm gonna hit the top.” Ed could just be made out sitting on a branch about fifteen feet up.

“Get down, what if you change? I can't come up for you.” Al brought his arms down to place his large hands on his hips.

“Don't fuss so much, nothing is gonna happen. See?” The boy leaned over, hanging by his legs, just out of Al's reach. He waved his hands tauntingly and laughed. A terrified expression appeared on his face and the smooth stomach contracted as he jerked up. His head was hidden by the leaves and when Roy could see him again, gold ears were perched on it.

“Brother!” Al reached up again but still couldn't reach.

“Al!” The pitiful cry reached out and wrapped itself around the younger brother. “Roy!” The pleading look that accompanied the cries almost made Roy want to rescue him. But not quite.

“Is he stuck?”

“Yes, he wouldn't listen and he won't come down now. Can you go get him please? I'm too heavy.” Al pleaded almost as pitifully as Ed.

“I certainly will not. He got up there and he can get down. When he's hungry or bored, he'll come in. What are we having for supper?” He herded Al inside, ignoring the whimpered cries from the tree. He kept an eye on Al, to make sure he didn't help his brother and started Ed's radio. Just loud enough for him to hear, but not loud enough to understand. Supper was started, a chicken casserole and fresh buns, and Roy left the back door open, hoping to tempt him in.

He'd stopped making noise but hadn't moved from his spot. Fine. Roy turned to go back in and noticed something missing; Al's usual clinking was silent. “Al, get away from there.”

The suit of armor popped around the corner, “But he's scared, I should get him down.”

“No, he can get down, it's not that far. He should have listened to you and now he can live with it. Come help me finish supper.” Sad whines followed them in.

Roy served himself and went to eat on the porch, Al choosing to stay inside rather than listen to his trapped brother. “Come down Ed. We both know you can.” Blond hair shook frantically. “Of course you can, just hop down. I'll give you some chicken. And Al made buns.” Yellow eyes flared and the soft ears tilted forward. A pink tongue licked full lips and he edged further out, reaching a shaky hand towards Roy. The man held out a piece of chicken, “Come on, just jump.”

“No. Help.” Roy sighed loudly, Ed sounded like he might cry soon and that wasn't the point.

“Just a minute.” He went inside and grabbed the stuffed cat. He placed it beside his abandoned meal and went to stand under the branch. “Now, I'm not coming up there. If you want me to help you, you have to jump to me. I'll catch you. Do you want help?” A little hand reached for him. “Okay, swing your legs down and let go. I'll catch you.”

The boy clung more tightly. “Come on, I won't stand here all night. Either come down now or stay up there.”

Trembling legs unlocked slowly and swung on either side of the branch. He watched Roy doubtfully, “Catch?”

The older alchemist smiled reassuringly, “Of course.” He held out his arms and watched the slim legs swing over until Ed was hanging across his branch. One last look and the boy pushed himself off. Roy caught him around the waist and his momentum carried hem both to the ground. The cat boy shook in his arms and he provided loving pats and murmurs of comfort. Al was called out to carry his brother inside and Roy grabbed his plate and the cat.

Ed insisted on sitting on the floor and being fed, his hands busy with clutching Roy and his cat. “You know, you should listen to Al more. He's pretty smart.” Pink lips opened, demanding food. “We won't always be there to save you from your silliness.” Chew, swallow, repeat. “Are you listening?” Silky ears flicked at him. “Alright, fine. Next time you get stuck, I'm not saving you.” The boy took time from eating to give him a hug and rub his nose against his throat. And Roy knew very well that next time, he'd be standing there, arms out, waiting for the solid body to slam into him.

After supper and Ed had calmed enough to let Roy go, he wandered over to the box of games and toys. Roy took away his puzzle, stating it was much too hard, and gave him the timed matching game. It was simple enough, put all the pieces in the right spot before time ran out. Or not. When the timer went, unless all the pieces were in properly, the whole thing bounced, sending pieces flying. The first time, Ed went zipping across the room to climb on Al. When nothing else happened, he came back to collect his pieces and try again. Again and again and again, until Roy was about ready to jump on the damn thing. But, Ed enjoyed it immensely, chasing flying pieces around the room, running all over when the timer went, frantically trying to fit pieces in their slots.

The older man rolled his eyes, how hard could it be? So he sat beside Ed and helped him. The timer went and the pieces flew. Ed collected them, laughing away, and they tried again. And again. Finally, Al made them put it away, saying it was giving him a headache, a blatant lie, but they obeyed anyways.

One of the simple puzzles was played with, then a matching game. Ed refused to bet, but Al was up for it. How one could be so unlucky and the other so lucky, Roy could never understand. He managed to get two pairs, and made sure Ed got one, giving up his sure thing for the boy, and Al got the rest. All of them. And the nasty feeling that he'd given them their three persisted in the back of Roy's head.

He decided it was time for bed and dragged Ed off for a shower. That was a true performance, whining, sniffling, and finally screaming and fighting when Roy didn't give in to either of the first. The smaller boy was still dragged into the shower and scrubbed quickly. Roy let him go ass soon as possible but still got kicked twice and smacked once, thankfully all with flesh. Ed sat on the floor and pouted, Roy had locked the door and taken the key with him. When he got out, he was swiped at and gave a stern warning to stop it. He dried himself and started drying Ed, leaving the ears and tail. The boy pawed at them, whining, so he rubbed them too. Then, he was bitten. Hard.

“Edward Elric, that type of behavior is not allowed. No biting.” He grabbed him around the waist and hauled him over his knees, spanking him twice. “No biting, no kicking, no hitting.” He set the boy back on his feet and looked up. Ed stared down at him in shock. “Al is too lenient with you, just because you can't physically hurt him doesn't mean you are allowed to bite. No more. You can control yourself and I expect you to do so.” Ed continued to stare at him blankly. “Well? Anything to say?” The blond head shook slowly, tears starting. “Don't cry, it's alright, I'm not hurt, and I certainly didn't hurt you.”

Tears ran down round cheeks. “Sorry, hurt you, bad, sorry, hurt Al, bad.” The most Roy had heard him say in one shot. He reached up and tugged the boy into his lap, cuddling him close.

“Shh, shh, you didn't hurt me or Al, you're not bad. You're very good, usually, just no more attacking, ok? You're very well behaved, I'm very pleased with you. That's a good boy.” The tears stopped but he made no move to pull away. Roy tilted his head up to look at him, meeting the yellow eyes. “You're too strong, Edward. I don't want you to accidentally hurt anyone. I know you can control a little, so I want you to practice. If you don't want something, just say so and we'll try to work around it. But, you have to bathe or else you can't sleep with me.” The blond head nodded against his palm. “Ok, better now? Ready for bed?” A shy nod and they dressed quickly in their sleep wear and went out to say good night to Al.

Ed crawled on him and hugged tightly. “Love you, love you.”

Al petted him gently, rubbing his back. “I love you too. Have a good night, ok? I'll get breakfast in the morning. Colonel, are you going to work tomorrow?” Roy shook his head. “Alright, I'll see you when you get up.”

Ed bounced over to Roy and took his hand, letting him lead him to bed. Once there, he tossed off his shirt and fussed with the ties on his pants. “Ed? What are you doing?”

Ears flicked and the tail moved quickly, “More!”

His lover grabbed his hands, “Ed, we don't have to. We can wait until you change back, like last time.” Ed's head shook quickly and he rubbed against Roy, pressing their chests and groins together. He was already hard and Roy groaned and pressed their lips together. One hand slid down the exposed chest, stopping at the sensitive spots; nipples, the little dip at his waist, the spot on his side two inches under his ribcage, the auto-mail scars. Each touch brought fresh cries and more eager pressing. The gold tail wrapped itself around his arm when he slipped it around his body, making the gold eyes roll back.

Ears twitched, begging for his touch and Roy mouthed the edges lightly, drawing squeals and bucking as his rewards. His tongue nudged along the edge before dipping inside, the sensitive skin frail under the soft pressure. His boy jerked and slammed against him, his pleasure screamed to the roof. Roy held him, letting him collapse against him. He picked him up and carried him the few feet to the bed and cuddled beside him. Purring started, deep and content and he closed his eyes to enjoy it.

They snapped open when an open mouth touched his collarbone and moved down his body, exploring his chest and sides. He moaned and arched up a bit, encouraging the quick tongue to continue but it stayed, hovering at his navel, refusing to go further. “Ed, please.” A questioning purr traveled up his body and he shuddered. “Further, more, please” He couldn't even get out full sentences. The slim body against his didn't move, just one little hand sliding downwards to rest in the coarse black hair. His pants had a faint whine to them, begging with every breath.

He couldn't, he had to do something. His hands tangled in the long hair and he dragged the boy up to his mouth, tangling their tongues as a hand fondled the blond's length, letting it grow rapidly in his hands. His other hand fumbled for the bottle of oil, digging through the drawer for it. Ed cried and moaned, pressing against him frantically as his need grew. The oil appeared and he dug his fingers in it, wetting them. “Hush, Ed, just a sec. Let me, ah!” The hand that had teased him was wrapped around him, tightly sliding up and down. “No, Ed, please, I can't wait, just a second.” He grabbed the wrist and tugged it away, desperately thinking of every horrible thing he'd ever done in his life. It worked, a bit, and he managed to get the oiled hand under the boy.

A wet finger slid towards its goal and Ed stiffened, then relaxed against him, spreading his legs a bit. He pressed lightly, sliding past the tight muscle, letting him adjust and moving slowly, looking for the right spot. He found it and the younger alchemist arched and bucked against his stomach. “That's it, just like that. More?” The blond head nodded frantically and the smooth body jerked and wiggled under his. He introduced the second finger slowly, just the tip and held still, his cock screaming for him to hurry up. 'Go slow, slow, relax, think of Ed.' He focused his failing resources on pleasing the boy and his mind sharpened. He could feel the tight muscles contracting with every breath and whimper, every pant and whine.

Two fingers were finally in and the blond was pushing back to him, crying for more. He used more oil and added another finger, but the body stiffened and didn't relax. “Ok, good, you're ok.” He pulled back and returned to two, rubbing the sweet spot and finally touching the soft tail that twitched above his hand. His teeth sank lightly into a delicate gold ear and Ed screamed, long and loud, his entire body bucking. Roy let go, the sound and feel of Ed around him enough to send his neglected orgasm raging through him. He muffled his yells against the smooth shoulder and shuddered, adding his fluids to Ed's.

Once the spots cleared from his vision, Roy leaned over and retrieved the towel, using it quickly before settling Ed against him. He petted the blond hair, kissed his forehead, just touched and enjoyed. Purring lulled him and was finally replaced by soft snoring. He whispered, telling a secret, “You're so beautiful, I love you.”

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By the time Roy got up in the morning, Ed was long gone, playing happily in the kitchen and getting treats from Al. Who was shooting dirty looks at him. “Good morning, how are you two?” Be brave Roy, he’s just a jealous relative. Except, he might actually die in a fight with Al. It made a surprising difference.

“Fine. I think I’d like a room on the other side of the house please. It’s kinda loud and I want to relax a little at night.” Roy could feel his face heating and he mumbled permission for him to choose a different room as his own.