Soldier Blues

XV

Roy was in a sour mood. He’d healed quickly from his wounds, but he hadn’t been allowed to go back in the field. And for good reason, since he wouldn’t obey orders and run off to find Ed. But he hung around Central because Greed’s subordinates were on him like white on rice and he doubted they’d let him get beyond the Central Command compound.

So imagine his relief when he saw Alphonse walking into the building with his Ishbalan bodyguard trailing not too far behind.

Alphonse’s face brightened considerably when he spotted Roy and hurried over to the black-haired soldier, catching him in a hug. Roy patted Alphonse’s head and sighed.

“You’re okay?” he asked the younger Elric.

“I’m alright.” Alphonse replied with a smile. “Everyone’s preparing for the end of it. Envy’s got the last dregs of the coup to deal with and then… when Ed… comes…” Alphonse trailed off and looked away.

Roy heaved a silent breath. “I won’t let anything happen to Ed. You just follow any orders Envy gives you and keep your head down.”

Alphonse nodded slowly. “You be careful too.”

Roy’s eyes flicked to Scar and back to Alphonse. “I don’t think I have much to worry about.”

Alphonse blinked but nodded and Roy simply sidestepped him, moving toward Scar. The Ishbalan said nothing to the Lieutenant Colonel, but he dipped his head in an understanding nod. Roy’s sour mood brightened a little when he stepped outside and listened to orders being barked. He followed the voice to find Hawkeye, the blonde woman pointing soldiers in different directions. Her eyes flashed when she saw Roy, and she saluted him quickly. Roy shoved his hands in his trouser pockets and moved to stand beside her.

“I miss anything?” he asked.

“Nothing beyond the usual. The government’s holed themselves up in the president’s residence, and Envy’s fiends have moved out to locate them.” Riza replied, eyes not once wavering.

Roy hummed. “And we’re here.”

“The fighting is going to be done here,” Riza replied. “Be grateful Envy didn’t order you to the backwater.”

“This is the end, huh?” Roy asked. “We go from fighting a war of self-invasion to fighting a revolution to fighting for peace.” Roy shook his head. “It’s almost laughable in a way.”

Hawkeye shrugged. “We get through it and we relax.”

Roy nodded and looked around at the wounded and the whole soldiers hurrying to put up barricades. They had to get through this. If only because Roy had something left to do. The black-haired soldier left his subordinate then and sought out the mastermind behind this plot. It he couldn’t go after the bastards who held Edward captive then he could certainly shoot at them.


Alphonse settled in the hot water and allowed himself to finally cry. All the pent up emotions came out in these tears and when he was finished, the younger Elric certainly felt better. He had to allow himself this moment of weakness if only because he would go mad if he kept it inside any longer than he already had. He scrubbed his face hard to erase all the signs of tears and took calming breaths. Even from this room, he could hear guns and bombs, and he sank lower into the water until all he could hear was his own heartbeat.

And even that sounded frightening to him.

He spent a long while in the rub and only when the water grew cold did Alphonse get out. He was pruned, certainly, but he figured it would be the last time he got to feel like this for a little while. Alphonse dried quickly and wrapped a towel around his waist before he left the bathroom, moving toward the narrow bed on which he had set his blue military uniform.

The uniform wasn’t there.

But Scar was.

Alphonse flushed bright red. “What are you doing here?”

Scar simply looked at the blonde and raised an eyebrow. He said nothing, but then Scar never needed to say very much to make Alphonse squirm. The Ishbalan simply raised his hand, palm up, and beckoned the fifteen-year-old forward. Swallowing loudly, Alphonse took one hesitant step after another until he was standing between Scar’s legs.

The Ishbalan studied Alphonse for a while, not moving, and when the boy began to shiver with cold, he raised his hands to settled them on the boy’s hips. He teased off the towel and left Alphonse naked and vulnerable before his eyes. Scar took note of the boy’s blush and simply leaned forward, tongue darting out to lap at one dusky nipple. Alphonse yelped and tried to pull away, but Scar’s hands kept him still. Over and over that tongue lapped at first the left, then the right nipple until Alphonse was sure he would die of blood loss. Both nubs were hard and erect, much like another part of his anatomy.

Scar didn’t waste any time; he wrapped his hand around the boy’s cock and began to stroke him, holding him in place with the hand on his hip and his mouth at his chest. Alphonse trembled under the elder’s ministrations, panting and gasping, trying not to make too loud a noise. The last thing they needed was someone walking in on them – especially Envy. Alphonse’s eyes fell from Scar’s head to his shoulders and flushed red once more when he noted the tent in the man’s pants.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Alphonse whispered, hands grabbing onto those powerful shoulders to steady himself when Scar pulled him forward onto his lap.

Scar simply grunted and continued assaulting Alphonse’s body with his mouth. Alphonse squirmed and writhed and gasped as Scar pulled his hips down onto that bulge, creating such sweet friction that the younger Elric couldn’t help but cry out. Scar’s mouth captured his roughly to silence him and the Ishbalan shifted to lay Alphonse out on the bed. Holding the boy down with a large hand on his sternum, Scar moved to pull off his pants, leaving him bare from the waist down. Alphonse tensed a little as his golden gaze drifted down from the Ishbalan’s face to between his legs.

Alphonse thought his gulp was audible.

Scar’s lips twitched in a smirk as he climbed onto the bed and nudged Alphonse’s legs apart with his knees. He bent to kiss his small lover again and simply purred.

Suddenly Alphonse understood what Scar meant to do, and he also understood that no words were going to pass between them. Scar nipped his lip and Alphonse nipped back, certainly not going to lay there and take it. His retaliation was met by a chuckle and Scar trailed his tongue down Alphonse’s neck. The boy whined and gasped as he felt something exploring the pucker between his legs. Alphonse squirmed.

Scar’s finger pushed inside him, dry and large and it hurt but Alphonse didn’t want Scar to stop. He tugged on the Ishbalan’s shoulders to make him move, and whimpered into the resulting kiss as that dry digit pulled out and pushed back in, joined by another. Those digits scissored and Alphonse’s nails dug into brown flesh as pain lanced up his spine. It was quickly replaced by pleasure when Scar thrust those two digits into Alphonse’s body, striking something deep that overrode Alphonse’s want for it to stop. Then those digits pulled out and Scar pulled Alphonse up, lips brushing against his ear.

“Make it wet, Alphonse,” Scar purred. “Make it nice and wet.”

Alphonse wondered if he was going to hemorrhage as Scar’s hand directed his head down to the Ishbalan’s swollen cock. Having no idea what to do, Alphonse took the hardened shaft in his hands and tentatively touched his tongue to the head. Alphonse tried not to gag at the rubbery feel of it, but Scar seemed in no hurry to fuck Alphonse’s mouth. The boy explored texture and taste and grew brave enough to take the head of Scar’s cock into his mouth.

It choked him, so he didn’t keep it in his mouth for too long, but his efforts were appreciated as indicated by a finger finding its way inside of him again. Alphonse mewled helplessly as his ass was mercilessly plundered and his mouth was otherwise occupied. It was Scar who lost control first, pulling Alphonse away from him and pushing him down onto the bed. The younger Elric didn’t know what to do, but then, his input wasn’t required. Scar’s hands found holds beneath the boy’s knees and lifted him, folding him near in half. Scar didn’t ask if Alphonse was ready and Alphonse didn’t beg for Scar to stop. Scar simply rolled his hips forward.

Alphonse bit his lower lip to keep from screaming as his sphincter stretched to allow Scar into his body. A moment later and he had fully sheathed the Ishbalan inside his ass. It hurt, badly, and Alphonse clung to Scar’s arms as the man pulled out and pushed back in. It took a few thrusts before the pain began to ebb and pleasure rose in its place and Alphonse’s legs spread wider to get his lover deeper. Scar was only too happy to oblige the boy and picked up his pace until Alphonse yipped out his name. The pace slowed considerably then, Scar simply making Alphonse feel, and Alphonse couldn’t help his noises when Scar struck that perfect place inside of him.

When Alphonse began to tightened and pulse around the cock inside him, Scar folded the boy in half once more and pounded into him, slamming into him so hard the bed itself rocked into the wall. Alphonse could only cling and pant, unable to draw breath to scream like he wanted. Then Scar slammed deep and this time Alphonse did scream, and his stomach and chest grew hot and sticky as the boy came. Not even a minute later, Alphonse felt the flesh inside his rectum burn as Scar came inside of him. They lay together for a few moments to catch their breath before Scar finally pulled his softening member from his lover’s body and watched, pleased, as his semen began to dribble out of that abused hole. He noted blood, too, but there was no need to alarm Alphonse.

“Scar?” Alphonse whispered.

Scar knew what the boy wanted to hear, but he couldn’t say the words. Instead, he placed his hand on Alphonse’s heart and was surprised when he felt that small body relax.

“Now I have to take another bath,” Alphonse complained softly. Scar laughed softly.

“Perhaps I should join you.” He muttered and scooped the boy off the bed.

As they lay in the warm water, they heard the first cannon go off in the sudden silence. Their time up, Scar gave Alphonse a deep kiss and let the boy go. He, too, rose from the water and moved to dress, smiling grimly.

Today, this war would end.