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A Little Light of Love	By : squallstorm Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7987 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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- 13
Disclaimer:
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Thanks
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mistakes.

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Chapter
12

“I
hope you enjoy the meal I've selected for you tonight,” Schreck
told his dinners. Finding and holding each one's gaze a moment, he
repeated the process around the table. Lady Rose and her husband sat
on one side, while Mr. Maxton and the Seniore took the other side.
“The wine is from the Führer's
own private winery in
recognition of the coming completion of our projects. Please, drink
and enjoy.” Schreck swept his arm across the table and then
steepled his hands together in front of his face.

Servers
sprang to attention from their position lining the wall and came
forward pouring the red liquid into crystal lead glasses. Murmurs of
appreciation swept around the table causing Schreck to puff out his
chest with pride. After everyone had sampled the very well aged
wine, the first course was brought out and placed on the table.

“Seniore,
I'd appreciate it if you would refrain from touching me so causally,”
Mr. Maxton ground out, clenching his teeth, startling the other
dinners at the coolness of the tone.

“Mr.
Maxton, whatever is the matter?” Lady Rose looked wide eyed
across the table at her companion.

“This
buggery that he engages in, I don't want it to rub off on onto me.
It's unnatural and against God.” Mr. Maxton glared over at his
table mate, his voice oozing contempt.

“That
funny coming from you,” murmured Asherton loud enough for the
whole table to hear him. He surprised himself as he voiced his
thoughts aloud. He had to be one of the most normal people involved
here.

“My
dear...” Lady Rose whispered looking very shocked at her
husband's uncharacteristic display of boldness. It was actually kind
of exciting.

“What
does that mean?” Maxton spat. His ire was rising as he saw the
Seniore calmly watching him from the corner of his eyes.

“It's
just that,” Asherton faulted. “You did all that...
stuff... in the name of research...”

“That's
just it; it's research. Sacrifices must be made in order to discover
anything--” Maxton began, griping his fork in his hand.

“I
would think,” the Seniore said, drawing out the sweet tones in
his voice. “That you, Lord Asherton, would be the one who
should look at his own life as unnatural and against God, what with
the way you indulge your wife and her playthings. Just how many did
she use up already?”

“T-t-that's
not—” Asherton stuttered.

Lady
Rose frowned, so much for a back bone. She propped her chin in the
palm of her hand, resting her elbow on the table, and watched as the
men went at it.

“What
do you do with the
bodies when you're finished with them?” the Seniore inquired.

Lady
Rose narrowed her eyes at the scared older man. How on earth did the
Seniore know about that?
They had been so cautious in their disposal, so meticulous.

“Gentlemen,
please the second course has arrived,” interrupted Schreck
before the dinner turned into a sparring match.

“You
really should try a little sodomy, there's this one spot that if you
hit it just--”

“I
will not have you speak of that at the table, Seniore!”
Schreck overrode the Seniore. The Seniore just quirked an eyebrow at
the other man. “I allow
you the privilege of
having your toys here, don't make me take them away,” Schreck
finished.

As
if called for, the door to Schreck's chamber's opened and two tall,
lanky, identical looking men, wearing the uniform of the black shirts
entered escorting a third man into the room. The effeminate blond
man, impeccably dressed in a tuxedo, with his long bright yellow hair
swaying at his back, limped his way along the far wall to stand at
the side of the Seniore's chair with down cast eyes. The escorts
took up a position on either side of the Seniore's chair folding
their hands behind their back's and surveyed the table.

“What's
this?” Maxton demanded. “You're parading your fags now?”
The man in question twitched, but remained in place and made no
further movements.

The
Seniore placed his fork back onto the table. Turning in his seat, he
regarded Mr. Maxton. “Did you know that even though a limb may
be severed from the body, that there is still sensations that the
brain feels and responds to.” He reached up and caught the
silent man's hand in his own. “I cut Johann's leg off myself,
he screamed so loudly...” The Seniore's voice faded and his
eye's unfocused at the memory. Snapping back to the present he
continued, “Ha ha, I found him practically on my door step. It
was providence.”

“Are
you saying that you mutilate your playthings?” Lady Rose asked,
intrigued despite herself.

“Yes...milady,
would you like a demonstration on sodomy? Or perhaps
some...mutilation?” the Seniore husked. He smiled at the
hunger that flickered in the eyes of the woman.

“Seniore...be
careful on what you say. I don't want you to disrupt my dinner party
any further,” said Schreck, watching the exchange.

Pulling
the effeminate blond into his lap, Seniore smiled as Mr. Maxton's
face turned purple. Grabbing Johann's chin, he titled the face
towards him to claim his mouth in a kiss that would not be mistaken
for anything but indecent and unnatural. Maxton, stunned by the open
display, watched aghast as the Seniore's hand moved from under the
table, unnoticed by everyone else, to grope at the bulging groin of
the man in his lap.

“Excuse
me!” Mr. Maxton shot to his feet and bowed to Schreck. “I
shouldn't waste time here. I must continue my work.”

“Oh,
Mr. Maxton, do you really have to go?” Lady Rose asked as the
man stood from the dinner table, pulling her eyes away from the two
men with extreme effort to look on her friend.

“Yes,
Milady, I should. I've got lots to do before we're ready for the
ceremony, and I'll be wanting to talk with the elder brother, to make
sure everything is perfect,” Maxton addressed the last bit to
Schreck, who nodded at him.

The
Seniore broke his kiss and pushed the man off his lap and into the
vacant chair next to him. He calmly met and held the glare that
Schreck was directing at him. The oberführer needed him, so the
Seniore felt confident that there was nothing he could do to really
threaten him.

“Well
that's no fun.” Lady Rose thumped her fork on the table and
placed both her elbows on the table, watching as Mr. Maxton walked
away. The dinner was just starting to get interesting.

“My
dear, how about asking Oberführer
Schreck if you can visit your new charge,” Thomas suggested,
seeing his wife's dismay.

“Oh,
that's right. May I?” Lady Rose asked.

- - - -

Ed's
stomach gurgled in protest of its neglect. It had been quite a while
since he'd last eaten. He guessed the time to be around lunchtime,
but he had no real way to be sure. Massaging his belly, Ed thought
about asking Marcoh for some food, but dismissed that as soon as he
thought it; he would not be seen as weak to his enemies. Then again,
his belly wasn't letting him think about anything else.

“Just
how far is this place anyway?” Ed asked wearily as he trailed
behind the eager doctor.

“Just
up here, come on, come on!” Marcoh urged the blond; he was
thrilled to be showing this to a man of science like himself.

Ed
grimaced at the man and plodded along behind him. Thinking about his
stomach made him think about his other complaints. First, there was
the fact that he needed a shower. Grit and sand had created a film
over his exposed skin, he couldn't really be sure, but maybe sand had
gotten into his shoulder port, plus his hair was still crusty from
sparing.

Second,
the lack of a shirt was really becoming a problem, because his skin
now felt extra sensitive. He had started shivering, lightly at first
within his cell, increasing as the time passed. He held his arms
close to his body trying to keep in the warmth, but the only thing
wrong with that was one side had access to a fleshy arm and the
chance for a hint of warmth. The other side, any body heat he had
was being leached by his metal arm. Normally, his auto-mail would be
pretty warm from being next to his body, but since he'd been lying on
the floor earlier...

And
lastly, the manacles...they were fastened so tight that each movement
of his hand caused his wrist and forearm to pulse painfully in
response. It was hard to tell if the shaking on that side of his
body was due to the cold or to the stress of the irritation. It had
started to bleed at some point within the cell, but the wound became
a free flowing cut around the time they left the disease lab heading
off to their next 'wonderful' sight.

“Here,
it's just here, come...come!” Marcoh rounded the next corner,
with Ed not far behind. “Had to come the long way
around...lots to see, lots to see.” The doctor stood in front
of a heavy metal hatch door, he pulled a key out of his shirt,
slipped the chain over his neck, and fitted the key in the door and
unlocked it. Replacing the chain, the doctor spun the wheel,
unlocking the large bolts.

The
hatch groaned as Marcoh shoved the door aside. Curious, despite
himself, Ed looked around the doctor to see what was beyond. A vast
cavern dropped down from the doorway, almost a sixty feet below. A
small hanging metal walkway stretched from the hatchway into the
distance to the far side of the chamber.

“Well
then, look down,” insisted Marcoh, pointing towards the far
ground. Ed leaned out the doorway, gripping the hatchway frame, and
studied the chamber below him.

The
entire floor was encompassed with vehicles of war. Tanks, prop
planes, motorbikes, jeeps with heavy machine guns bolted to the back,
were parked in long orderly lines, and it looked like most of these
machines had come from countries all over the world. A huge towering
pyramid of ammunitions were stacked along an entire wall, and crates
upon crates of rifles along another wall.

“Wha--”
Ed's voice faded, swallowing hard he thought about all the things
that these people were working on. This was so much more...the gate
didn't show him this!

“--Is
this?” Marcoh finished for the stunned man. “These are
going to be broken down and studied for the best designs and then
copied on a massive scale. The Treaty of Versailles has left us
crippled and unable to make war. Now, by copying these war machines
from other countries we can close the gap and resume our hold on
Europe.”

“This...I...didn't...”
Ed frowned as he searched his memory. This wasn't right, this was
wrong. This place...it shouldn't be here, Ed thought, his
body felt hot and shivery, and he leaned into the door frame for
support, shuddering as the cool metal door made contact with his
flesh.

“Well,
there's one last place I need to take you, but we will have to cross
the catwalk. Come along.” The doctor gripped Ed's auto-mail
and tugged him on to the ramp. To preoccupied with his thoughts, Ed
allowed himself to be guided out onto the catwalk. Throughout the
crossing, Ed was looking down on the room. That ammunitions pile
would do a good job of sabotaging their plans...he
thought.

- - - -

Damn
it! I'm lost.... Roy thought as he stood in the middle of a
nondescript hallway. After leaving the cells, he thought he had
headed back the way he came, only to find himself in a dead end.
Somewhere along the way he'd taken a left instead of a right... or
the other way around. Sighing in frustration, Roy ran a hand through
his hair before replacing his hat.

Nothing
for it...I'm going to have to ask for directions, but which way
should I head? Checking his watch, Roy noted that is was almost
supper time with surprise. Without any visual cues, or windows, it
was really easy to lose track of time. As soon as he thought about
food, his tummy rumbled in agreement.

Okay,
then I have two things to do. Look for some food, AND find Colonel
Tompkins. Roy decided that it was pointless to wander around
hallways he'd already been in, so he continued moving forward.
Watching for signs of people and keeping his nose peeled for the mess
hall.

- - - -

“In
this room, we'll be having the ceremony,” Marcoh said as he led
the way into a dark room.

Ed's
eyes strained against the darkness, the light behind them making the
room appear even darker. The doctor closed the door, plunging them
into inky blackness. The after image of the light slowly faded from
Ed's eyes and he began to see a faint wavering light on the far side
of the room. Marcoh stepped away from the door and led the way. The
room felt vast, Ed noticed. The sense of space made the darkness
more ominous. As they approached the candle lit table, Ed noticed a
figure moving in front of the light. He wrinkled his nose at the
sweet cloying smell of decay that grew stronger the closer they got.

“Ah!
Mr. Maxton, I didn't expect you to be here,” Marcoh called out
to the figure.

The
man turned at the sound of the doctor's voice. “Ah, and you
have the boy. Does Schreck know?” Maxton asked, his voice
stern as he resumed his work on the table. He was wearing a
billowing black robe that made him hard to see in the half light, and
his thinning hair was standing on end, he looked like a proper
madman.

“No,
I wanted to show him some of the things we're involved with here,”
Marcoh gushed.

“I
don't think that was very wise, doctor. However, since he's here
now...” Maxton grabbed a candelabra from the table and walked
out into the middle of the room. As Ed watched the man walk away,
his eyes were drawn down to the ground.

“--The
hell!” hissed Ed, as he stomped after the man and looked down
at the edge of the circle in the retreating light. The painted lines
stretched across the floor. Moving around the diagram, Ed tried to
understand its nature in the half light.

“What
do you think of it? I designed it myself,” Maxton asked from
the center of the circle, his voice filled with pride for his work.
His tall frame made a star like pattern of his shadow; Ed looked up
into the face that he'd so easily dismissed as insignificant when
they first met on the boat to Alexandria. “With this we'll be
able to re-open the gate to Shambala and have them fight for us.”

“But
alchemy doesn't work here and you have no homunculi, how do you plan
on doing that?” growled Ed.

“Ah!
Then you don't know! It does work here; it just costs more.”
Maxton carried the candelabra back to the table. Ed frowned, it
worked...here?...How? Then did THAT guy use alchemy after all?
“Over here please,”
Maxton called to him. Ed wasn't sure he wanted to see this; he had a
bad feeling about what he was about to witness.

Marcoh
also moved along side the table. He seemed eager to see the
demonstration, which made Ed worried. As soon as Ed joined them at
the table, Mr. Maxton pulled a sheet of paper towards him. Dipping a
large brush into some black ink, he quickly drew a circle with a
simple interior, then he spread some drying salt over the ink,
tilting the page so that the salt covered the entire circle and
discarded it on the floor. Ed's heart started to thump loudly in his
chest as Mr. Maxton reached for a small bar of silver and a few
moonstones and placed them on top of the paper.

“And
now...the price.” Mr. Maxton grinned at Ed as he walked around
the table towards a cage on the other side. Ed could hear whimpering
and garbled speech coming from inside. Mr. Maxton produced a large,
sharp looking blade from within his robes and reaching through the
bars; he fished around for a moment until he caught a limb and pulled
out a hand. The pale flesh trembled in the man's firm grip, and Mr.
Maxton raised the blade high in the air and brought it down swiftly,
cutting through the skin and bone.

The
wail of pain from the cage followed Mr. Maxton as he calmly walked
back around the table, limb in hand. He spread the blood dripping
from the severed hand across his own, and dropped the now useless
body part to the floor. Ed started and shied away at the dull,
squishy noise of it hitting the concrete floor; he'd have nightmares
about that sound, he was sure.

With
the cries in the background, Mr. Maxton stepped up to the circle and
touched the paper with his blood soaked hands. The familiar glow of
an alchemic reaction lit up the room. Ed swayed and caught the
table's edge.

The
glow receded and left Ed momentarily blind in the dim candle light.
Mr. Maxton held the newly created necklace aloft for Ed to see. The
workmanship, Ed noted, was really good. Ed hid his face within his
bangs, this was too much, and he was starting to feel like he wanted
to faint.

“So,
if you can do this, why do you need me?” Ed mumbled, he
grimaced as the wailing went up a notch.

“Well
I can do this, but no amount of blood will open the gate. I've
tried. Bodies upon bodies; rivers of blood, but it wasn't enough.
You could open an incomplete gate with just a few drops of your blood
according to the accounts. That, combined with the doctor's little
creations, should be enough to open the door; don't you think?”

Rolling
his eyes closed, Ed sank to the floor, keeping his hold on the table
edge. Everything was starting to catch up with him. He felt weary;
exhausted like never before.

“I
think it's time to take you back,” Dr. Marcoh said. “Do
you need him for any of your preparations?” The doctor
addressed Mr. Maxton.

“No,
not right now. The oberführer
has promised me full access to him, and I still have work to do here
before I'm ready.” Ed watched the feet of the two men as they
talked, from under the table. His body felt cold again.

“Up
we go...” Ed was lifted into a standing position by his arm;
the doctor was watching his face as Ed blinked at him. “You're
looking a bit under the weather. Well, never mind, come on.”
Marcoh tugged his arm towards the door. “We've got a long walk
back.”

- - - -

Roy was even more lost
then before. He had been unsuccessful in finding any of his
teammates or a mess hall, and the corridors were so deserted that Roy
wondered at the lack of security.

Rounding the next corner
Roy slammed into a small body, knocking it sideways. Chain links
rattled as the small frame crashed into the wall. Shocked, Roy
glanced at the person he'd knocked and was surprised to see the major
looking over his shoulder at him with slightly glazed eyes, equally
shocked.

“Oh!
I'm terribly sorry, officer. He got ahead of me for a moment,”
said a man in white lab coat. The speaker was nervously chewing on
his lip as he stood along side of Roy, looking over at the blond.

Roy looked the speaker
up and down, the long white coat and the lack of the air of someone
with military training led him to believe that he was a lab
technician or a doctor. “That's quite all right, uh....”
He waved his hand, waiting for the man to fill in the blank.

“Dr.
Marcoh,” the man in the lab coat supplied. “I was
just--”

“Ah!
Good, doctor, I was looking for you,” Roy interrupted the
doctor as he glanced at the blond before snapping to attention in
front of the doctor. The doctor looked taken back at his
interruption. “My orders are to escort the prisoner back to
his cell; your presence is required in the lab.”

“Oh
dear, I wonder if Schreck is causing trouble. Well, if you can
manage then I'd better be off.” The doctor turned and
hurriedly walked back the way he came. Roy held his salute until the
clicking of the doctor's foot steps receded to nothing.

Ed pushed himself off
the wall and studied the Roy look-a-like. It was no wonder he
mistook him for the real thing, and in the German uniform, he looked
very good, but...did that mean he was his enemy...

“That
worked surprisingly well don't you think?” Roy grinned at the
man arrogantly, and dropped his hand. The blond just blinked at him
tiredly, and Roy's smile faltered.

Too
tired to fight him even if he was
German, Ed brought his hands to his face and clasped his forehead
with his auto-mail, relishing the cool relief it brought. He leaned
back into the wall and slid to the floor, thankful for a chance to
rest. He was switching between hot and cold a lot faster now, and he
was sure that he had a fever; most likely due to lack of food, and
stress, but mostly from catching a chill from lying on the floor.

“What's
wrong?” Roy crouched in front of the blond and gripped his
shoulder. Roy could feel the increased heart rate as his thumb
brushed the artery in the blond's neck. He frowned at the blood
caked wrist, that was hanging limply within the other manacle.
Slipping his hand under the metal one, Roy felt the temperature of
his forehead. “You're burning up... we can't stop here. On
your feet.” Roy hoisted the blond back onto his feet.

Ed groaned and swayed as
all the blood rushed away from his head down to his feet, leaving
stars dancing across his vision. He felt strong arms encase him in a
loose embrace and his body switch from cold to hot. Ed brought the
manacled hands up and braced himself on the other's chest. “I'm
tried...” He looked up into those dark eyes for a moment
before his own lashes slid down to ghost over his cheek.

“Alright,
keep it together for a little bit more, I'll find us a place to
rest.” Taking his arm in a firm grip, Roy walked back the way
he had come, half dragging, half carrying the blond. They traversed
the length of the corridor and coming around the next corner, Roy was
surprised to see a German private walking towards them. The first
person he'd seen since leaving the cell area.

“Sir!”
The soldier snapped to attention as Roy approached. He glanced at
the man Roy was carrying but made no comment.

“Soldier,
where's the nearest medical/rest station?” Roy demanded in
flawless German. He glanced to the side as Edward started to mumble
to himself about a 'price' before turning his full commanding gaze on
the hapless soldier.

“Sir,
it's just--” The private was about to point out it's location.

“Take
me,” Roy commanded. The soldier saluted and led him down the
hallway. He stopped in front of a door with a red cross in the
middle of it and held it open for Roy. The solider flicked on the
light as Roy shuffled sideways through the door frame and laid the
major on the sterile bed. Groaning, Ed rolled away from room towards
the wall, curling up into a fetal position. “Soldier, I need
two trays of food, bring something soft for the prisoner... soup.”
Saluting once more the soldier closed the door and left.

Pulling a flannel
blanket from off the near by shelf, he threw it over the shivering
body, and tucked the blanket in tight against his body. Sitting on
the side of the bed, Roy leaned over, placing his hand on the
mattress close to the blond's stomach. Rolling back slightly, Ed
looked up as Roy bent over him. It looked like Edward wanted to tell
him something, but couldn't find the words. Instead he rolled back
and buried his face into the pillow.

“I
have to leave those cuffs on until the soldier comes back, then I
take care of your wrist.” Ed nodded and let his eyes close.
“What happened? Why'd they take you?” Roy pulled off
his hat and placed it behind him on the bed.

“Are
you one of them?” Ed asked. His voice sounded thin and weak to
him; he was surprised at how fast he was overcome by this fever. He
kept his eyes closed, he didn't want to see that face and know that
he was an enemy.

“German?
No, I'm American. With the American Army, in fact. I'm here to
recruit you.”

Ed opened his eyes and
blinked at the wall for a moment before looking up into Roy's face
again. “What?”

“Your
boss wants you to work for us. I guess he can't really use you to
your full potential like we could. Here, I've got a letter from
him.” Roy reached into his jacket, searching for the envelope.

“So,
I'm going to be a dog again...I don't want to.” Ed shivered as
another cold spell attacked his weakened body.

Roy pressed his lips,
and removed his hand from his jacket. “What's this about a
dog? Don't you want to help us?” Roy rubbed his back trying
to create warmth within the feverish blond, and a comfortable silence
fell between them.

That hand felt so good
to Ed's sensitive skin. The kind, seemingly unthinking, gesture of
comfort was so unlike the colonel back home; it made Ed feel
uncomfortable to be on the receiving end of these manifestations of
concern. It also kindled a different kind of warmth, one that he
didn't feel up to dealing with in his condition. “The Seniore
got a hold of me...and they want to sacrifice me to open a gateway to
my world,” blurted Ed without thinking.

“What...?”
Roy's hand stilled. Edward had a far away look in his face, almost
melancholy.

“Your
question from before...that's why they want me. Al, Noa and Izzy are
collateral damage. They saw everything...” Ed watched Roy's
face and the fluid change of emotions, from shock all the way to
anger.

“What
did they see?” Roy asked his voice fading to a mere whisper.
He wasn't sure he really wanted to know, but to not know might be
even worse.

“I'm
so tired...” Ed rolled over and let his eyes close once more.

Roy
watched as his breathing evened out and the blond slipped into a
light sleep. Carefully, he stood, trying not to disturb his rest and
sat on the wheeled stool. Sighing, Roy watched the curled up lump on
the bed rise and fall with each breath. That guy had
gotten him eh? What could that mean? Did he...touch him?
Somehow, that made Roy angry.

Running a hand through
his hair, Roy tried to plan his next move. Looking around the room,
Roy saw a medicine cabinet. Wheeling over to it on the stool, Roy
opened the doors and studied the bottles inside, hoping for some
antibiotics he could give to the major when the food arrived and
maybe something to deal with the soldier.

Grinning,
Roy pulled out a bottle from the back and double checked the label.
This should help with that fever... he
glanced back at the cabinet and saw another interesting bottle.
Reaching in, he clasped the bottle and studied it, thinking. Holding
the glass jar in his hand, he considered if he should use this or
not. Making a quick decision, Roy hunted through the cupboard
looking for a syringe to use. Well at least with this he could stop
that soldier cold when he came back.

- - - -

Al
worked the blade under the door hinge pin. He chuckled quietly to
himself as he wiggled the blade; some fool had placed the hinges on
the inside of the
cell. It must have been a mistake, but one that he wasn't going to
pass up. The bottom one had come out fairly easily, but the next one
up from the floor was wedged in there pretty good. Al wasn't sure if
he could get it to move without making a lot of noise. Pressing his
lips together he stared at the hinge.

If he took out the top
most pin, perhaps he could swing the door around the middle pin and
snap it, thus breaking free. With the fulcrum point in the middle
like that, it shouldn't be too hard to make it give. Standing on his
tip toes, Al worked the top pin out. It was a little hard to
maneuver the blade while keeping the chains on his manacles quiet,
but somehow he was able to do it. This one, thankfully, came out
nicely. Even better then the one at the bottom.

That man's advice to
stay and wait, didn't sit well with Al. Most people thought of him
as level headed and calm, but really he was more like his brother
then people knew, he just hid it better. Plus, with Ed around, Al
usually let him react while he thought through the situation, but he
could be destructive too.

Al pulled the pin free
and waited. The door didn't move and the guard hadn't either. He
was safe from being found out. As Al laid the pin on the floor with
its mate, the prison door opened, clanging against the wall. He
hastily stood and looked out the small window at the newcomers.

Horrified, Al watched as
Lady Rose walked in escorted by the German SS soldier. “Ah--Lady
Rose! You bastards! She doesn't have anything to do with this.”
The guard rushed to close the door for his commanding officer, and
then stood at attention in front of it.

“Alphonse,
I'm afraid you're mistaken. I'm not here as a prisoner, I'm here as
your new mistress.” Lady Rose sauntered towards the youth,
smiling at the face that was partially hidden in the shadows. She
could hear the startled gasp from within and smirked.

“My...what?”
Al whispered, frowning. Did he just hear that right?

“My
husband allows me the pleasure of having...young male company to
satisfy my...needs, which he is unable to do. I have chosen you for
my new...” She waved her hand while she pondered the right
word for Alphonse's new role. “Plaything.” She smiled
wider at the thought of what she would soon be doing to that young
body. “Have you lain with a woman yet? Your body is probably
quite excited at the thought of being with me--”

“No!”
Al came right up to the window, banging his foot into the door
causing a loud gong. “I won't do something like that with you,
NEVER!” He glared at Lady Rose, furious at the woman he
thought was his friend.

Lady Rose took a step
back with the sudden movement.

“Alphonse!”
Noa gasped from the far cell.

“What
happen? Noa! Daddy?” Isabella's voice asked, becoming scared
sounding to Al.

“Who
did this! He's been bruised!” Lady Rose whirled around to
confront Schreck, who was standing by the door watching the
conversation with mild interest. “I thought I made myself
clear, I wanted him unmarked.”

“Steps
were taken to make every effort; however, the Seniore ordered this,”
Schreck informed the woman, unapologetic in the face of her wrath.

“I
want to take him now!” Lady Rose demanded, stamping her foot.

“I've
told you numerous times tonight, not until after the gate is opened,”
Schreck explained once again. Really, it was like he was dealing
with a petulant child, rather then a grown woman.

“The
gate? What gate!” Al overrode their growing argument. “You're
not going to do something stupid and try to cross over to our world
are you!”

“That's
right, and your brother will be sacrificed to make it happen.”
Lady Rose whirled around to confront the boy, her face lit with a
feral gleam. “Open this door, I want to touch him at least,”
she ordered over her shoulder.

“No!
You'll wait just like you're ordered to. Come on! We're leaving,
and don't ask me again to see the boy.” Schreck grabbed a hold
of Lady Rose's upper arm, jerking her towards the door.

Lady
Rose twisted her arm free and pushed the SS officer into the door.
“If you ever
touch me again....”

Schreck narrowed his
eyes at her. Straitening his jacket, he walked over to the guard and
picked up the key ring from the desk. “Touch only.”
Schreck told the woman as he handed the ring to her. It was easier
this way. Now he wouldn't have to listen to her whining all night,
or so he hoped.

Grinning, Lady Rose
grabbed the ring and walked over to the door to Al's cell. In her
excitement, she couldn't make the key fit into the lock, but she
didn't care, soon she could fondle that soft sandy blond hair and
touch those lovely lips.

Al gripped the knife in
his hand, feeling the edge of the handle become slippery with sweat
from his palm. As soon as the door opened, it would most likely skew
around the middle pin. He had to be ready to spring. The key
finally fit into the lock. Al could hear the lock tumblers turn and
the door was pushed in to his cell. Just like he predicted the door
slid sideways; before anyone could react, Al was out in the middle of
the room, rushing towards the SS officer, knife in hand.

Lunging for his neck, Al
whipped around behind the officer, pinching the trachea together, and
bringing his arm up over the officer's head, he brought the knife up
under his chin. “Don't move or else I'll slash his throat,”
Al warned the guard, who was just starting to react to his sudden
movement. Jerking the officer to the side, Al put the wall at his
back and watched the other two people in the room. “Drop your
gun,” Al ordered the guard.

The man slowly
un-holstered his weapon and placed it on the floor, taking a few
steps away from it.

“This...will
g-get you no where...” the man ground out around the grip on
his windpipe.

“Shut
up!” Al growled, squeezing the throat in warning. “You.”
Al motioned his head at Lady Rose. “Open the other two
cells.”

Lady Rose hastened to
comply, fumbling with the keys, she first opened Ed's cell and then
Noa's before stepping away, waiting for further orders. Noa opened
the door to their cell and walked out behind Al and his hostage, with
Isabella clutching her skirt.

“Noa,
take this guy's gun and then go get the keys from Lady Rose,”
said Al.

Noa rushed to obey. She
was shocked at the change in Al; it was like he was a different man.
With her hands shaking, she fumbled with the German officer's
holster, finally freeing his firearm. She looked askance for Al,
wanting him to tell her what she should do with it.

“Keep
it. Get the keys,” Al ordered, squeezing the officer's neck
again, making him choke. He could hear Isabella shifting behind him,
but he paid it no heed at the moment.

Nodding once more, Noa
walked over to the woman and held out her hand. Lady Rose looked as
if she might do something irrational but in the end she placed the
keys in Noa's hands. She rushed back to Al's side and showed him the
gun and the key ring.

“You
two get in the middle cell,” Al ordered the guard and Lady
Rose. They slowly walked into the cell and turned around watching
him. “Noa...” Al looked at the frightened woman. He
could see the fear clearly written all over her face. He didn't have
time to comfort her now. “I want you to hold that gun on this
guy. Can you do that?”

Nodding, Noa took a step
back, and with shaky hands, trained the gun on the officer's chest.
Her heart was beating so fast in her chest. It felt like it was in
her throat on it's way out her mouth.

“Move!”
barked Al, shoving his knee into the back of the officer's legs.
Slowly they moved together towards the cell; Noa shuffling along side
them. “Grab the door, Noa.”

Keeping her eyes on the
people inside, Noa reached for the door handle, as she pulled it
closed, Al slipped his hands over top of the officer's head and
pushed the man in with his comrades. Noa slammed the door shut and
Al thrust the key into the lock and turned it before anyone could
fight their way out.

Sagging with relief, Al
closed the knife and put it in his pocket. “Any keys on that
ring for these?” asked Al holding up his manacles.

“Al,
you were wonderful!” Noa sprang towards him, throwing her arms
over his head and hugged him tightly. Still shaking like a leaf, she
clung to him, thankful that no one had gotten hurt.

“Daddy!”
Isabella squealed and rushed at Al's leg.

“Hey,
now...” Al awkwardly patted Noa's back. “We're not done
yet.”

- - - -

Twenty minutes later, by
Roy's watch, the soldier returned with a laden tray of food. Roy bid
him to place it on the wheeled metal cart. The soldier glanced at
the bed and the sleeping form on it, before he turned around and
headed for the door. Roy sprang to his feet and walked the man out.
The private looked startled that an officer would pay this much
attention to him, but Roy just smiled at him. The soldier smiled,
hesitantly back, at the very instant that the soldier smiled, Roy
stabbed his neck with the syringe, and injected the liquid.

The soldier gasped his
surprise, but had no time for anything else as the drug took effect
almost immediately. The man reached blindly for the door handle a
few steps away. Roy gripped at the collar of his jacket and as he
started to sag to the floor, easing his descent. The eye lids
fluttered and closed, his breathing slowing to a mere whisper.

Roy dragged the body
over to the bathroom and placed it behind the door. He planed to use
the manacles off the blond to confine that soldier, but for now he'd
be in a drugged induced sleep for many hours. That done, Roy
rummaged through the room some more, looking for gauze, rubbing
alcohol, and linen bandages and anything else that might look useful
in getting those manacles off. Placing all his finds on the metal
cart, Roy wheeled it over, reached back and pulled the stool over
before he gently shook the shoulder of the blond.

“Edward,
come on, I've got food and I want to take those things off now.”
Roy pulled the blond on to his back and Ed slowly opened his eyes.
“Hands please.” Edward just blinked at him. Smiling at
him, Roy reached under the blanket and pulled his arms out and placed
them on top of the flannel.

Turning back to the tray
Roy picked up the first of his chosen tools, when he turned back,
Edward had put his arms back under the blanket again. Frowning, Roy
reached back under the blanket and pulled the hands out. Edward was
looking at him like he was the one who was crazy. Keeping one hand
on his wrist, Roy went to work on the metal arm's manacle first.

Each
time he inadvertently jostled the flesh hand, Edward would hiss and
wince as a few more drops of blood seeped down his fingers. The fact
that the blond was intently watching him as he worked made Roy's
cheeks grow pink; just imagining those rare golden eyes could make
him weak, but now they were watching him. Somehow, despite the
distraction of being watched, Roy finally worked the first ring open.

“You're
taking a long time, don't you think—ssssss” Ed hissed as
Roy's hand twitched, tugging the other hand. Ed inhaled the scent of
the other man as he shifted closer, leaning his elbows on the bed in
order to work.

“Sorry,
that's what you get for distracting me,” admonished Roy.
“So...you found your voice again...” mumbled Roy as the
worked the makeshift tool around the key hole. Roy could feel those
eyes on him again...or maybe they didn't leave.

“Yeah...smells
good,” Ed mumbled. The fever was playing with his mind. He
actually wanted to say something a lot more forward, but it didn't
make it past his lips. He shivered, making his arm vibrate within
Roy's hold.

“The
food? Yeah...once I'm done bandaging your wrist
we...can...eat...al...most...” Roy's tongue slipped through
his lips as he worked the tumblers of the lock. He was trying to
compensate for the slight shifting of Edward's arm, but it was hard
with out hurting him.

“I
didn't mean the food...” Ed eyed the tongue and smiled. It
was so unique and different a mannerism from the colonel. He thought
it was cute and would have said so if he knew that the other man
wouldn't think him weird. Gah! What am I thinking?

“Oh...?”
said Roy, distractedly. Just a few more adjustments and Roy was sure
that the other manacle would be open.

“You
smell good,” blurted Ed, shocking himself. Stupid,
stupid fever, he thought. Ed
schooled his face to reveal nothing.

Just
as Roy was about to unlock the manacle, that simple statement shocked
him so much that he let his tool drop to the mattress and looked into
those golden eyes. Frazzled by the unwavering stare he was getting,
Roy covered his embarrassment by picking up the tool and calmly going
back to work.

“I
can't say the same for you...ever hear of a bath?” Roy was
pleased to note that his voice was even and unaffected.

“Yesss!”
said Ed, rolling his eyes. “Al and I were sparring, until all
this happened...I didn't really have time.”

“Now
you're making
excuses...don't move...I almost...THERE!” Roy opened the metal
ring and pulled it off of the blond's wrist.

“Aaa...AH!
WAIT!” Ed struggled to sit up, as the metal cuff pulled out
his skin.

Roy
immediately stopped. The old blood had dried and created a seal in
the wound, he would have to soak the manacles off. Turning on the
stool, Roy searched the room for a bowl, ignoring the mutterings of
the blond behind him. Seeing one on the lower shelf, Roy pushed
himself over and then stood, walking over to the sink and filled it
with warm water from the adjoining bathroom and placed it on the
floor near the bed.

“You
better sit up, then you can eat while letting that soak.”

Ed
propped himself up on his elbow, letting the blanket fall into his
lap. Scouting towards the edge of the bed, Ed waited for Roy to move
so that he could swing his legs over the edge, but he was just
sitting there, not moving. Shivering again, Ed reached back and
pulled the blanket over his shoulders, pulling the edges tight
against his body. Huffing his annoyance, Ed moved the wheeled cart
aside to make room for his legs. “You know, you're supposed to
be kind to someone who's sick, not mess with them,” Ed
complained, his voice was weak and lacked the annoyed tone he was
accustomed to hearing.

“Hn.”
Roy covertly swept his eyes down the lithe frame. Even enveloped in
blankets, it was appealing.

Ed
glared, but the man's attention was else where. Roy was currently
staring at his left leg. “It not nice to stare at someone
who's physically challenged, either,” he complained, kicking
the metal leg out for illustration.

“You
don't strike me as someone who's challenged.” Roy quirked an
eyebrow as he moved the cart between them. Roy placed the bowl of
water on the bed beside Ed's hand. “How did that happen?”
Roy nodded at the missing limbs.

Ed
slowly immersed his hand in the warm water, shivering in response to
the increased sensitivity of his skin. “I trespassed against
God,” stated Ed, taking the spoon in his right hand. Ed
awkwardly brought it to his mouth sipping at the warm liquid.

“You're
a God fearing man then?” Roy asked taking his own utensil in
hand as he watched Edward's attempt to eat. His eyes were drawn to
the small patch of skin that appeared as the blanket fell open.

“I'm
agnostic.” Ed brought another spoon full towards his mouth,
but his lack of tactile feed back made him grip the spoon too tight
spilling the liquid back into the bowl. “This sucks! I have
to use my other hand.”

“Ah,
wait, it's got to soak.” Roy caught the forearm and held the
hand underwater.

“But—fine
I'll just drink it.” Ed gripped the bottom of his bowl and
sipped at the contents. Geez, did this guy have to touch me so
easily? It was a bit unnerving.
He frowned over the top of the bowl at the man across from him. His
own thoughts were so confused. He liked the touches, but what did it
mean? Did Roy like him like that?
The fever was making this problem hard to sort out.

Roy
released the blond's arm, and slowly sat up right. “I grew up
believing in the faith...but now...” Roy grimaced as he
remembered the incident on the roof with his first teammate. Jimmy
and the kiss. This guy, he could see himself kissing him too, but
the attraction he felt for the blond was totally different then his
feelings towards his co-worker. They were so much...more. Those
expressive lips of Edward's were soft and hard all at once.

“It's
hard to find a balance between the church and my culture,” Roy
said as he looked up from his plate. Edward, bowl in hand, was
watching him as he talked with his head titled to the side, breathing
through his mouth. Surprised at how much he said already, Roy shook
his head. “Sorry about that.” Picking up his fork, Roy
ate with gusto.

Ed
just sat there, wondering where that had come from.

“Oh,
I forgot! Look what I found. This should take care of your fever.”
Roy showed Edward the bottle of pills.

Ed
squinted as he read the label. “That stuff will knock me out
for a couple of hours. How long can we stay here?”

“For
a while; at least until after you've had some rest. I've been
wandering around this place for most of the day and didn't see anyone
until I met you and then that soldier. So I don't think it'll be a
problem,” Roy said before taking a bite of his food.

“Still
so damn confident eh? Don't expect me to clean up after you,”
Ed mumbled, before taking a sip of his soup.

“What?”
Roy looked up from his plate.

“Give
me those,” Ed demanded, snatching the bottle of pills from the
other side of the cart, ignoring the question. He popped two pills
in his mouth and swallowed a mouthful of soup to wash it down. They
finished their meal in silence.

“If
you don't mind, I'll rest at the end of the bed, okay?” Roy
suggested as soon as he noticed the blond's drooping head. “Let
me see your wrist.” Roy pulled the hand out of the water and
tugged on the metal manacle. With a small jerk it came free; blood
came rushing out of the freed wound.

Ed
just sighed, too tired to express anything as the drugs took effect.
Leaning to the side, Ed sank into the mattress, leaving his hand in
Roy's care as his eyes closed.

Quickly
bandaging the wrist, Roy took a moment to tuck an errant strand of
hair behind the blond's ear before pushing him back into the middle
of the bed. Edward's eyes fluttered open for a moment. Noticing the
blond's struggle to focus on him, Roy cupped his cheek. “It's
okay, rest now.”

Ed
leaned into the touch, and sighed, then closed his eyes to let sleep
take him where it will.

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