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Descent	By : ZaKai Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 14665 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Descent

Chapter Twelve

Maes

Walking through the front door, Roy had expected to see Ed still lying on the
couch. But the young alchemist wasn�t there.�
He shut the door behind him listening closely for any sounds, but didn�t
hear anything.� He thought about calling
out, but stopped himself.� He didn�t want
to overreact.� He was sure Ed wouldn�t
just leave.�

After putting everything but the lube and condoms away, Roy walked into the hall
and poked his head into the bathroom.

No one.

His heart was beating hard and fast in his chest as he
looked nervously into the bedroom.�
Relief washed over him.� Lying on
his side on the bed was the short blond he had been hoping to see.� Roy
let out his breath, unaware until now that he had been holding it.� It had been so quiet because Ed was sleeping.

He stepped silently into the room, not wanting to wake the
other alchemist, then stopped.� The phone, which normally sat on one of the nightstands,
was lying on the floor near the closet door.�
A section of paint on the wall was peeling and dented as if the phone
had been thrown against the wall.

Which, Roy
reasoned, it probably had.

He walked over to the nightstand, opened the drawer and put
the lube and condoms away.� Picking up
the phone, he set it back where it belonged before looking down at Ed.� The boy was lying with his back toward him,
so Roy walked
around the other side of the bed, then frowned when he
saw that Ed�s face was red and splotchy from crying.�

Sighing in weariness, Roy
fished his wallet, keys, and silver watch out of his pocket and dumped them on
the nightstand before lying down in weary exhaustion on the bed beside Ed.� Turning his head and looking at the teen, Roy thought about all that
had happened in the last two days.�

In a way it had been a great weekend.� Things had happened that he would never have
believed would ever happen.� It had only
been in his wildest dreams that Ed was interested in him before�

In another way, the weekend had been really rough on
him.� Dealing with all the drama Ed had
brought with him, and the emotional ups and downs he had gone through dealing
with the boy.

�I don�t think it�s a
good idea.�� Hawkeye�s words echoed
in his mind as his eyes searched the blond�s face.�

He wondered if she was right.� What if he couldn�t help Ed?� Would it really be so bad for him to
try?� Was it so horrible that he didn�t
want Ed to leave now that the boy was here?�
Was he being selfish?�

Roy
turned his head away from the young man lying next to him and gazed up at the
ceiling.� Without looking, he felt around
on the nightstand until his hand touched the pocket watch.� He grabbed it and held it in front of his
face.�

The silver state identification gleamed dully in the muted
light coming from the storm ravaged world outside the window.� Sometimes he thought the watch a heavy
burden.� He had done things since
becoming a State Alchemist that he wasn�t proud of; things he would have never
thought he�d have to do when he first entered the military academy.�

Using his thumb, he depressed the button that opened the
watch.� In the side opposite the clock
was a picture of two young boys.

Maes...� Roy
thought sadly.�

The picture had been taken the summer of their thirteenth
year, along with several others; one of which sat on his desk.�

He smiled.

That summer had been a great summer.� It had been the summer Maes had found out
about Roy�s sexual
preference.� They had spent the summer
experimenting sexually with each other, and for the next few years afterwards
they had kept up that part of their friendship.�

But all good things have a tendency to come to an end.� At nineteen, Maes had decided he wanted their
friendship to be a platonic one, and of course Roy had honored that.� How could he not?� He�d been hurt, of course, and disappointed.� Their relationship had been strained for a
while afterwards, and it had been one of the loneliest times in his life.�

Needing something to fill the emptiness, Roy had reached out for anything he could
find to keep his mind occupied, and that thing had ended up being alchemy.� He had studied it before, but the pain made
him immerse himself in it.� He�d found a
man who knew flame alchemy and studied under him for a time, before his
friendship with Maes had mended.(1)

That was when they decided to join the military
together.� After basic training they had
been separated, choosing different paths to follow; although they still kept in
touch.� Roy had decided to return to his teacher to
learn flame alchemy.� Getting the old man
to actually teach it to him had been a chore all in itself. �He had thought that if he became a State
Alchemist, he�d some how be able to do some good for people.�

A mistaken, na�ve belief.�

The Ishbal extermination had
taught him that.

Maes had been lucky enough to land a desk job and was never
sent to the front lines, but not Roy.� When he�d gotten back from that living hell, he
had been in an awful state.� Maes had
stepped in and been the friend he�d needed.�
But it had been more than that.�

Despite Maes� declaration, years before, of wanting a
platonic friendship, he had been the one who had held Roy, and kissed him.� He had been the one to take Roy to his bed and let the broken man find
comfort with him.� It had lasted two
months, the sporadic sexual encounters between the two, but it happened less
frequently near the end until the night Maes told him that he was going to ask Gracia to marry him.�

That was the last night they had together.

After that, Roy
threw himself into his work.� He was
determined to become Fuhrer, and determined to forget about his feelings for
Maes.� But as hard as he tried, he
couldn�t seem to forget.

Not until he laid eyes on Edward Elric.

Roy
snapped the watch shut and put it back on the nightstand.� He turned his head to look at the young
alchemist.�

It hadn�t all happened right away, but his infatuation with
the boy slowly began to take over and he was able to let go of his feelings for
Maes.

Roy
turned over onto his side and scooted closer to the short alchemist.� Trying not to wake the boy, Roy slid an arm
under Ed�s neck, wrapped his other arm around the teen�s shoulders and pulled
him close; finding comfort in the embrace.�

He would help Ed.

He would.

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

A trumpet blew and Russell Tringham looked up from what he
was doing.� The man who had blown the
trumpet, a tall, heavily muscled miner from Euswell,
had short brown hair and a sort of full goatee.(2)� When those in the immediate vicinity began
gathering around, Russell left what he was doing to join the crowd.

After a few minutes the man shouted, �There are missions to
go to the north and to the south for some of you.�� There was murmuring among the crowd, but the
big man overrode the voices.� �These come
directly from Kagegkuski.� I�ll be
reading out a list of names.� If you�re
on it, you�re to report to section F-7 to get your assignments.�

There was a rustling behind him and he looked back to see a
short, blond boy squeezing his way through the men.�

�Brother, what�s going on?�

Russell waved him to silence as he listened to the names
being read.� When he heard his name he
listened even closer for Fletcher�s and was dismayed when it never came.

As the crowd dispersed, Russell quickly explained what was
going on as they walked toward section F-7.�
The short boy stopped suddenly, a look of panic on his face.�

�Brother� I don�t want to be left here without you...�

The older boy frowned.�
�Well, we�ll just have to ask if you can come with me.�� He said it mostly to console his brother for
the time being, but he didn�t think they�d let Fletcher leave.� His younger brother was a talented alchemist,
they�d need him there.�

Besides, Russell was no fool.� He knew he�d never be able to match
Fletcher�s skill in alchemy. His scientific specialties lay elsewhere and they
weren�t much use in an army.� He wasn�t
needed here as much as his brother.� He
didn�t want to leave Fletcher, but he believed in the cause enough that he was
willing to be separated from his only family for a short while.� ��

�Don�t worry,� he said, trying to be cheerful.� �I�m sure everything will be fine, even if I
have to go without you, I�ll be back before you see any fighting.�

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

Winry knocked on the door, but when no one answered she
cracked the door open and looked inside.�

The room was dark, but moonlight came in from the window and
she could see Al leaning against the windowsill looking out through the
glass.� She bit the inside of her cheek
trying to decide whether she should disturb him or not.

�She hadn�t spoken to
him since that morning.� She�d spent the
rest of the day, after her talk with granny, working and thinking about what
the old woman had said.� Maybe granny was
right.� Perhaps Al did care for her.� But if he did� what then?� Was she placing false hopes on Ed returning
her feelings?

She took a deep breath and slipped into the room, closing
the door softly behind her.

�Al?�� Her voice
sounded more timid than she wanted, but it had gotten his attention.� His head, which had been at a downward angle,
came up, but he didn�t turn around.�
�Dinner will be done soon.�

There was silence in the room for almost a full minute
before he spoke.� �There was a phone call
today.�

Winry blinked.� �A phone call�?� From who?�

When the sandy haired teen didn�t respond immediately, she
felt a tightness in her chest and her heart began to
beat faster.� Could it have been�?�

�I don�t know,� he whispered.

�You don�t� What do you mean?�

�No one spoke when I answered the phone,� he said heavily.

She wasn�t sure what to say to that, so she said
nothing.�

�I think�� he said in a painfully broken voice.� �I think� it� was Ed.�

She gasped involuntarily.�
She�d thought that perhaps it could have been, but to hear Al say
it�� How do you know?� she asked
hesitantly.

He shook his head and whispered, �I don�t, but� I asked if
it was Ed and whoever it was� well� they hung up��

Winry felt tears come to her eyes.� Ed� it could have been Ed, and if it was�
that meant that at least he was alright.�
But he hadn�t said anything to Al!�
Nothing at all!� The whole
situation just seemed so wrong.� A tear
rolled down her cheek.� She sniffled and
wiped it away.�

Al turned around and peered anxiously at her through the
gloom.� The concern in his eyes was too
much for her and she dropped her head.�
He shouldn�t be concerned about her, not when he already had so much to
be worried about.� After all, it was his
brother that was missing.� It had been he
who had been beat up.�

�Winry�� he began, but she cut him off.

�Why...� she whispered, then looked
up at his dry eyes.� �Why don�t you
cry?� Have you even cried once since it
happened?� Just once?�

He couldn�t meet her gaze and looked away.� �No�� Came his answered whisper.

�Why?�� She asked
again, tears streaming down her face.

�I want� I wanted to be strong.�� He turned his head back.� �For you, Winry.� I wanted to be strong for you.�

Her eyes widened at his answer.� She hadn�t expected him to say such a
thing.� �No.�� She whispered.� �No� Alphonse�� She shook her head.� For her.� He wanted to be strong for her. �It�s okay to cry; it doesn�t make
you weak.�

Oh granny!� You were right... he does care for me... �Ed had never said such things to her, and in a
way it broke her heart to realize it, but she also felt relieved as well.� She�d been so confused about what to do� She
did care for Ed, but she cared for Al too.�
But� if Ed didn�t care for her, then there was no need to hold her hopes
concerning him, was there?� She was free
to explore how she really felt about Alphonse.�
Although her brain kept going over this, her heart just wasn�t
listening�

She already knew she was attracted to Al, but� if he cared
for her and she cared for him�� What
would that mean for their future?� She
tried to picture herself with Ed�s brother, but the mental image just wasn�t
coming� all she could think of was Ed�� She did
care about Al though.� She really did.� How could she make her heart understand what
her brain had already figured out?

A pained look crossed his face.� �But, you�re always waiting for him to
return, and��

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

And what?� What could he say?� That he wanted to be strong so that she could
lean on him?� It just seemed so arrogant�
selfish even.

She had lowered her head again and when a small sob came
from her Al thought his heart would break.�
He couldn�t stand seeing her cry, but he was unsure what to do.� What could he say?�

Without warning, Winry walked over to him and put her arms
around his waist, burying her face in his shoulder.� He stiffened and blushed.� Of course, they were friends, and she had
often hugged him and Ed, but that was when they were kids�

�Win�� he began, but she cut him off.

�Shut up Al and hold me.��

A small smile touched his face and, not for the first time,
he envied her ability to be so straight forward.� Hesitantly, he brought his arms up and
wrapped them gingerly around her body.�
He lowered his head so that it was pressing against the side of hers and
breathed in her scent.�

He had wanted to hold her for so long, but now that he had
her in his arms he felt guilty.� He felt
as if he were betraying his brother.�
Winry cared for Ed, not him.� It
all just seemed so wrong� but he couldn�t get himself to let go.�

Al felt a lump form in his throat.� He had to find Ed; he just had to.�
He couldn�t stand all the mixed emotions, all the pain.� He tightened his hold on the young mechanic
in his arms and tried to hold back the tears.�
Whatever she said, he needed to be strong for her.�

�It�s okay to cry,� she whispered, and he felt tears forming
in his eyes.

How did she know?�

He squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth together;
determined to hold it in.� But he
couldn�t.� A rough sob burst from him as
all the negative emotions he had pushed away came to the surface.�

Weeping brokenly, Al held her even closer, not caring if it
was right or wrong to have her in his arms.�
She was there, and that�s all that mattered.��

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1) Concerning Roy�s
teacher, the idea of him here came from the manga, but I am not really
following that particular story.� I�m
just choosing a few things to put in this story.� The rest of this section does not follow the
manga in any way.�

2) See episode nine.

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