Flame and Fullmetal 300 km/h

A/N: Alien, I l-o-v-e chocolate, but Roy bribed me with something better. A car!…and then he and Ed went out on the town and wrecked it. That’s why my update is so late to get even with them.

Truly Wished, Anon and nastyscarythingunderthebed, glad you like the bathroom scene. I promise there will be a few more teases. Kuragari75, smack Jenny all you want. I know people hate Ocs, but when I have a story in mind there is always this one role I need, like a semi important key to the plot. But I love the FMA crew soooo much I just can’t make one of them a bad guy (cause these guys I have in mind are B-A-D), so I create one. Feel free to hate Jenny. Honestly, so do I, but I need her.

I’m sorry about the late update. The real reason is that I was in a small accident and I have been taking it easy and resting for a few days. Anyways, enjoy the long awaited chapter!


Chapter 13; Ho’s Are Bitches

Ed never flinched at the noise when a motor was revved, but when it came to the pimps and the women...Was he ever going to get used to seeing women strutting’ their stuff on the streets? He doubted it. Compared to most of the women who came out at night in Central, the most bad-assed girls in Risembool seemed like angels.

These women sat on the hoods with their legs spread or polishing cars with their ass in the air. Was this event for showing off your rides or the brides?

”Hello cutie, wanna give it a go?” A woman with short, blond hair winked at him, licking her cherry coloured lips. Ed dumbly opened and closed his mouth like a fish, trying to form words, his eyes falling down from her angelic face to her hand that was slowly unzipping her leather top, revealing an impressive cleavage.

Rose elbowed him in the back, almost causing him to fall on his face, making an even bigger fool out of himself. The omen around the sluttish blond giggled and Ed shot a glare at Rose. If his glare was like ice, hers was like winter. ’What did I do?’ Ed wondered, quirking his eyebrows. He tossed the women a second look, a few of them waving at him and blowing him kisses. Ed smiled….and the smile faded when he felt Rose elbow him again.

”Damnit! What was that for?!” He yelled out this time. Rose just rolled her eyes at him. ’Women,’ he thought, rubbing the spot she had hit him. Who thought a girl could hit that hard. Well, she was a Lakers fan after all.
Ed spotted the crew and tapped Rose on the arm, pointing them out.

"You guys late again," Winry stated when the two approached them. "What a surprise."

"Hey, it’s only 11:30," Ed defended. ”And I picked up another Mustang fan.” Like the lead racer didn’t have enough of them.

"Yeah, well, we girls thought we’d show you the scenes since you aren’t from around here," Riza said.

"Okay, let’s go!" Havoc said a little too over-enthusiastically, rubbing his hands together, warming them up for some ass-groping.

"Sorry Havoc," Riza said. "Females only."

"Yeah," Winry included. "Girl power and all that."

After giving the girls his cutest and most pathetic puppy-dog-eyes, all three women rolled their eyes and agreed to let him tag along. She, Winry, Rose and Havoc grabbed Ed and began an educational tour of all things a street racer in Central had to know if he wanted to win. To know the street, the opponent and the mechanic fixing your rivals ride was almost as important as knowing how to drive. After a while, Ed’s head had been filled with the names of the best race locations, who to know, and who was dangerous. ‘Shit, you’d think I’d know all this stuff by now,’ he thought.

"So, when’s the race gonna start?" Rose asked.

"Any time now," Riza answered.

"Speaking of, where’s Roy?" Ed asked, trying to sound casual.

"For someone who claims to hate the guy with a passion, you sure do seem to think about him a lot," Havoc said, making Riza and Winry laugh. Yeah, no doubt they all knew by now about what happened in the garage between him and Roy a week ago.

Ed rolled his eyes. "Just askin’. And besides, a race isn’t hot unless the Flame’s in it right?"

"Speaking of the devil," Riza said as they spotted Roy surrounded by his usual cluster of women. ‘The devil he is,’ Ed thought, taking in the man’s god-like appearance. It seemed like wherever the man went, he made it a point to look sharp. Roy wore a white wife beater and fitted black pants, pulling off the whole bad boy look. Over his shirt he wore a black, short sleeved button up shirt that matched his hair and pants, bringing out his infinitely dark eyes.

Ed turned away when Roy noticed them from where he was standing.

"He’s not looking over here, is he?" Ed worried, hating that he was acting like a goddamn school girl with a crush. ‘You’re the dare-devil from Risembool, Ed!’ He reprimanded. ‘Act like it!’

"Yeah. In fact, he’s headed this way," Havoc said loving Ed’s out of character nervousness.

"Well, I think that’s our cue," Winry teased in a sing-song voice. Rose’s face became confused. Wasn’t the gossip written in the weekly additions of I-love-Roy-Mustang?

"Don’t worry rosebud," Havoc comforted as he and his harem of three women turned to leave Ed. "We’ll explain it to you on the way back."

Ed’s eyes widened. "You’re not leaving me here are you?" But they were already gone. "Now I know the meaning of ‘choose your friends wisely,’" he muttered under his breath as Roy came towards him.

"Hey Roy." ‘Hey Roy?? Hey Roy?!?! Could I be anymore lame?!’

Roy chuckled. "You came to see me, huh?" he asked, being his typical egotistical male self.

"Well….yeah, I came to see you. But not you in….in like, person. You in your race…you know…" Ed finished off lamely.

Roy almost laughed at the blond that tried to look cool by kicking an empty beer can. Damn, did he look that good? One thing was for sure though; Ed was looking’ good enough to fuck on the spot. The young blond was killing Roy in his baggy blue jeans and tight black shirt. His arms were bare, the tight shirt and pants showing off his athletic build, visible to all the sex-hungry guys you could find in a place like this. If he didn’t hate the blond so much, he’d actually care.

"So, did you come to tell me to be careful? ‘Cause if you did, then, you’re years late."

"Don’t get ahead of yourself Colonel-Bastard. I don’t think about you that much." Ed’s breath was getting slightly heavier at Roy’s closeness.

"Oh yeah?" Roy asked softly, wanting to finger a stray lock of Ed’s blond bangs. "When do you think of me?"

Ed smirked. "When I’m pummelling my punching bag," he said, feigning sweet. He punched Roy playfully. "Now, go back to your female friends and make sure you win. I have a lot of cash riding on you."

Roy smirked inwardly. ‘That’s not going to be the only thing riding me by the end of the night.’ When he began to walk back, he heard Ed call out his nick-name.

"What do you want now, Fullmetal?"

"Just…..just don’t get yourself killed."

Roy smirked once again. "Didn’t know you cared."

"I don’t. It would just be a pity for that beautiful ride you got to go to waste."

A horn sounded, indicating a few minutes ‘til the race. Roy shook his head, and turned, wondering when he’d become Fullmetal’s man-bitch.

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Ed had gotten the impression that the two didn’t like each other, but here they were, enjoying the race in each others company. “What are you doing here?” Ed asked while looking around to be sure nobody he knew was around.

“Just listen to him; already he thinks he owns the streets.” Envy said, sitting on the hood of a dark grey car. He was reading a letter, holding the torn, black envelope in his hands.

“Central is a big city, but a small world we rule over as kings.” Greed said. “It just so happens that I like watching people race, and I like mixing business with pleasure.”

“Envy selling his drugs, you selling guns so they can shot people,” Ed said in a low tone, not wanting everyone to hear their conversation. “No doubt Lust has her women on the streets. Racers often have deep pockets.”

“Harsh,” Greed said, feigning insulted. “You may have figured me and pretty boy out, but you won’t be seeing Lust around here. She works in higher places, in more wealthy circles, but she does keep the pimps on the streets in a short leash. No one of us owns the streets, yet.”

Ed quirked his eyebrows and Envy threw him the letter that was meant to be private. Ed only saw it had Dante’s signature on it but he didn’t bother to read it. He had a feeling he was going to hear it all from these two without the fancy words and formalities.

“We…no, Dante, is offering you the streets.”
Ed could tell neither one of the two were pleased with this.

“I can’t understand that woman. Obviously, the streets belong to me since I’m the one keeping my face out of the papers and making the money that bails the others out of jail.”

“Shut it, Envy.” Greed growled. Ed had been wrong. The two absolutely hated each other. They only bothered with the friendly act in case anybody who wasn’t a loyal underdog of the Ouroboros might recognize them. Ed knew enough of the mafia that an inner conflict was considered a weakness that could be used to tear the family apart from the very foundation.

Envy didn’t like the older man telling him what to do, and he hated even more the expression on Ed’s face as the blond had watched Greed tell Envy what to do.

“I’ll have you know, we don’t owe you shit. Consider this a binding contract. You see, little brother, that bastard who knocked up our mothers has been absent lately and left some business unfinished.” Envy informed Ed. “It is YOU who owes US.”

“What the fucking hell!?” Ed exclaimed, Greed’s look reminding him they were in public. ‘Then why tell me this in a public place?!’ Ed wondered. “What do you mean ‘I owe you’?” He asked less loudly.

“Exactly what I said, Edward. And be sure, just because they say you are family, it doesn’t mean that when someone puts a gun to your head someone will be there to save your ass.” Ed growled at Envy’s obvious threat. His half-brother just smirked wickedly. “I see you don’t believe me. You think your new friends will be there to save the day. Maybe mister-with-the-big-guns here can help you test that theory. And if t was your brother Alphonse and not you—“

“That’s enough.” Greed broke in, stopping Ed from attacking his half-brother and making themselves the main event. “Now, be good and stop bitching.”

Envy snorted. “Well, I have better things to do than hang around with the two of you,” Envy said, acting like a self proclaimed prince with his hands on his hips. “There is a rave at the other side of town, and I am the guest of honour of course. But since it is your birthday, I might let you tag along.” He said to Ed.

“No thanks,” Ed said not even trying to sound polite. He wasn’t the kind of guy who enjoyed overly loud music, flashing lights and having three different drugs messing up your system. Even if he was, he wouldn’t go with Envy. When Envy had brought up Al, Ed had been ready to break the other mans nose, be he a half-brother or not.

Envy snorted again, not liking the way Ed turned down his generous invitation. Envy opened the car door and glanced at Ed one final time. “Happy birthday, little brother.” Envy said harshly and slid into his car, shutting the door and driving off.

“Finally, the prince has left the street!” Greed exclaimed happily. “But the race is almost over and I have people to meet. Oh, and I almost forgot. I have a gift for you.” The man stood up and opened the trunk to his car, searching for something. “Ah, here. Happy birthday Fullmetal.”

Greed threw Ed a box of tissues, the blond looking up at the gangster confused.
“For when you blow your load,” Greed explained with a grin, gesturing at the countless women around them in their mini-skirts, tops and miniature versions of shorts, walking around in high heels. Ed shook his head, a hint of a smile on his lips.

“This doesn’t mean you have the streets. You have yet to prove yourself worthy. See you around.” Greed said before leaving with his hands in his pockets, his personal guard Dorchet following right behind him.

‘What the hell have I gotten myself into?’ Ed thought. There really was no way out of this, was there? He heard how the crowd cheered as the winner crossed the finish line. Ed made his way to the finish line area, wanting to leave as soon as possible. The good thing with Roy winning was that they could leave early.

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When Ed reached the finish line area it was crowded by people who wanted to congratulate Roy on yet another victory. A cerulean blue car pulled over after Roy’s Lex and the lead racer smirked as the door opened, a few of his fans walking over to congratulate the one who came second. Ed decided to be one of them, figuring he had been in the same position two weeks earlier. He had been a soar loser, and he actually hoped this one wasn’t as pissed of as he had been. Still, he rather talked to a bitching and screaming racer than see Roy’s ‘of-course-I-won’ kind of smirk. Out stepped a sexy leg in blue jeans and high heels, followed by the thighs, hips and torso of a goddess with the face of an angel.

Ed’s jaw dropped when he recognized the racer as the same woman who he had seen earlier that night, the short blond hair and cherry coloured lips. She had unzipped her shirt farther down, exposing a tattoo on her chest. She noticed Ed and walked up to him, swinging those hot hips.

“Hi, are you a new friend of Roy’s?” she asked him, bending down to level with Ed, her breasts practically in Ed’s face. Ed’s mouth opened and closed, trying to get out a ‘hell no!’. “I’m Psiren. You must be Fullmetal, the one everybody are talking about.”

Ed just nodded, facing the fact she had just robbed him off his ability to speak.

“At least he is a blond who can race,” Roy smirked, having made his way to the woman’s car. Psiren pouted her full lips at the lead racer who had just beaten him, but then she smirked wickedly.

"I’ll let that slide Flame. I’ll just have to punish you later." Psiren said and licked her cherry coloured lips seductively. She looked down at Ed. “See you around cutie.”

”Who are you calling short?! I’d be tall to in heels!” Ed yelled but she didn’t hear him, leaving him watching her swinging her hips in the low cut jeans. Ok, he had to admit, she was one hell of a woman. He was about to growl low in his throat but a louder growl filled the air. ‘Who let out a tiger from the zoo?’

The crowed parted annoyed as three cars drove to the finish line area, a yellow Dodge Viper SRT-10 with black tiger stripes leading the trio. As it pulled to a stop it gave a tiger-like growl. Ed quirked his brows at them, his expression turning into an angry frown, his amber eyes blazing when Kimblee stepped out of the metal tiger.

The Alchemist looked around and smirked when his golden eyes found Roy, the lead racer’s expression matching Ed’s.

“So, I see you won the race again, Mustang. What a shame, I was hoping I would get to race you for that Lex. But…something else came up,” Kimblee said as two or three girls stepped out of the cars. Kimblee looked around, trying to spot another worthy opponent, his eyes narrowing as he noticed Ed stand next to Roy. “I see you have your cute little bitch by your side. I thought you were more of a fuck ‘em and dump ‘em kind of guy Mustang. Keeping the blond around makes you look un-cool.”

“Fuck of Kimblee,” Roy growled, folding his arms, the onyx eyes glaring intensively at the other man. Kimblee just smirked, grabbing a woman by her waist and pressing her against his body, his hand grasping her long hair roughly, pulling her head back and claiming her mouth, making sure Roy watched every motion his lips made against the woman’s. He held the woman close.

“You remember this one, Mustang? I bet you do. She is a hell of a lay. Do you know what she told me? She said I was the best she ever had. You don’t even come close to satisfying your bitches in bed. With me, she came again and again, screaming her pretty little head off.” Kimblee licked her neck, the woman obviously embarrassed, looking away and wanting him to let her go. If possible, Ed hated him even more than before because of the way he treated his women. It was just disgusting.
Roy had to think so too because he visibly flinched.

Kimblee chuckled. “Oh, green of jealousy, Mustang? Go home and celebrate your last victory with your blond bitch. This was your last race.”

“Who the hell are you calling a bitch monkey?” Ed broke in before Roy could respond. “And for your information, it is ‘green with envy’. Seems like the monkey didn’t have his banana today.”
There was a round of laughs that died out when Kimblee and his men glared at them with murder in their eyes. The golden eyes moved to glare at Ed, a creepy smile forming on the older man’s lips. He threw the woman aside and slowly walked up to Ed like a tiger approaches its prey. He looked down at Ed who had his arms folded like Roy.

“This isn’t a playground brat. This is where men race and not where kids play with their toy cars. Turn around and keep walking. There’s a corner at the 9th street where bitches like you can earn some good money.” Kimblee cupped his groin, his gang chuckling. Ed looked him straight in the eyes, not noticing how Winry grabbed Roy’ shoulder to keep him back. But he did notice somebody in the crowd, watching the scene.

“I thought nobody owned the streets. Yet.“ The last part went unnoticed by everyone else but Greed who was standing nearby, wanting to see Ed in another dramatic scene. Ed was sure Greed had recognized him the moment they met the first time. Just like then, Greed would not interfere and Ed knew Envy was right. He stood alone.

The blond amused Kimblee. “Do you know who I am blondy?”

“Yeah, you’re Central’s most famous drag-queen. Go turn down the music in your ride. I can only listen to so much of ABBA’s ‘Dancing Queen’.”
Kimblee looked like he was ready to pound Ed to the ground, but he pulled himself together, actually laughing.

“I don’t have time for this shit. Put that dirty mouth to better use and go blow off your street hero,” he said and turned around, walking away.

“Good luck with the women Elvis.” Ed called after him. Kimblee made a U-turn and was in Ed’s face again. This time both Winry and Roy were going to interfere but Riza and Havoc grabbed them and kept them n their places.

“You’re the one who is lucky that I’m in a good mood. Any other day I’d smack you up.” It was a final threat. “It would be a shame to ruin such a pretty face.” He looked up a Roy. “Keep and eye on you bitch Mustang. No point in staying here if there is no one to race.” Kimblee looked down at Ed. “We will settle this soon enough blondy.”

“Then let’s race. Here and now,” Ed said as if it was the simplest answer.
‘No,’ Roy thought. ‘Idiot!’

Kimblee smiled. “With what kid? Your skateboard? I only race for pink slips.”

“I have a ride. You wanted a race and to settle a score. And I get a car.” Ed smirked. The older man laughed out loudly, smiling with an evil glint in his eyes.

“Then we race.”

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Because neither racer wanted to waste time, they picked a route - any route - that was still safe to race in such short notice. Both agreed on one circling a few blocks, the finish line both the beginning and the end of the race. Before Winry or Havoc could talk some sense into Ed, he was already sitting in his purple Nissan Fairlady 35OZ, hands on the steering wheel, hoping Russell hadn’t let him down. Kimblee drove his car to the line and the race was about to start.

Kimblee looked over at Ed, but the blond has his eyes on the road ahead. He wasn’t going to be intimidated by the guy. He attached his new iPod to the loudspeakers and chose a play list to work as his own private soundtrack. He was going to win this.

“Ready!” A woman in-between the cars yelled out loudly, lifting up her arms. “Steady! Go!”
Two engines roared and tires screeched. Roy and the women watched the two cars drive off into the night. ‘Don’t lose Fullmetal.’ Roy thought, his fist tightening.

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Ed checked the rotation, then glancing to the side at Kimblee who had done the same. The Alchemist smirked and decided to cut the race short, speeding up. Shortly after Ed speed up as well but had lost the opportunity to have the lead. Kimblee had known that ahead was a narrow street, making it harder for Ed to even try to pass him. Farther along the two came to wider street.

”You’re not going to pass me blondy,” Kimblee said. Ed tried to pass him but the older man moved to block him each time. Ed growled in frustration, trying to figure out a way to get passed Kimblee. His dare-devil self took over and he speed up, the front of Ed’s car grazing the back of Kimblee’s before taking some distance and doing it again, harder. ’Bend over Kimblee.’

Kimblee cursed, knowing that in this speed his car could easily start spinning off the steer and smash into something. He quickly pressed a small button on his steering wheel, the NOS kicking in and with an orange flame coming out of his exhaust pipe, burning the front of Ed’s car, the gained speed and had Ed eating his dust.

Ed had of course waited for something like this and smirked, knowing the Alchemist had just made his first mistake. ’You blew your load too soon.’ Fullmetal pressed a red button that just screamed: Warning, don’t push if you can’t drive in high speed!
Ed was thrown back into his seat as his car zoomed by a small audience, the best mobile camera not able to get a shot, but the speed-checking device did and a wide eyed guy dialled a number.

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”He did what?! Are you sure?!”
Roy frowned at Winry who was talking on her cell. She looked both frightened and overjoyed.

”You guys!” She called out when she ended the call. ”Some people at the 4th street just called. Kimblee has the lead!”

”And why do you look so happy about it?” Havoc questioned.

”Because, Kimblee used up his NOS first, and then Ed did. And Ed…they checked his speed was close to 200 MPH.”

”As in 300 km in an hour?” Riza asked in disbelief. She didn’t think the engine that size could handle such speed. Roy kept his eyes straight ahead, waiting for them to reach the finish line.

”You said they were just at the 4th?” Breda asked.

”Yeah, so?”

”They are driving down the 7th and over the bridge to get here?”

”Yes, what’s the deal?” Roy asked angrily. Were these people trying to make him even more concerned for Fullmet--….the Fairlady?

”The bridge…”
Roy’s eyes widened for a moment and he quickly checked his watch. The moment his eyes returned to the road leading to the finish line, he heard the horn blow and his face grew a shade paler.

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Ed’s smirk only lasted for so long when he was driving side by side with Kimblee again. Within 30 seconds did he realize he had figured his opponent wrong. Kimblee’s car wasn’t as fast in turns, but driving straight ahead, the Alchemist was the running tiger. Both were out on NOS, and it came down to the cars own speed. By then Ed had to face it. He had already lost the race.

Kimblee drove ahead of Ed and smirked victoriously. He was the winner and they hadn’t even reached the bridge yet. He checked out the car behind him in the rear-view mirror, his prize. Good thing blondy hadn’t wrecked it too badly. It would still be worth a lot of cash.
Steering with only one hand, Kimblee returned his focus on the road, his smirk fading and his golden eyes growing wider.

The goddamn bridge was rising?! He was almost at the river and he knew he couldn’t make it. ”Hell no!” He yelled and turned the wheel, hitting the breaks.

Ed had seen the bridge rising and watched how Kimblee slowed down, refusing to try for the jump. Ed knew that once the bridge was back down, red lights turned green, and it would be a competition for the lead. If Kimblee was a second faster, he would reach the finish line first.

Without thinking, Ed furiously hit the gas, his grip on the wheel tightening.

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