Flame and Fullmetal 300 km/h

A/N: Again, thanks to many reviews I updated the fic a few days earlier. Unless you want to wait until the end of the week for the next chapter, please review. Nothing makes me happier.
Wow, now over 2500 hits. And over 60 reviews, man I’m happy!
To my reviewers: TrulyWished, nope, that’s what makes it so damn fun. Carmen, thanks, you’re a new reviewer for me but just as important as the rest of the guys. nastyscarythingunderthebed, lucky for you because we will be seeing more of Lust later on. Glad you liked the last chapter. milky, glad you like my tension. I’m not gonna torture the two any more…well, just a little more maybe, but it is about time to raise the temperature.
Alien, I know you didn’t mean it, I wasn’t offended at all. I’m sending Roy and Edo to your place on Thursay cause I have a big danc-thing I gotta do and they mess up the appartment when I’m gone. If they’re bd, lock them in the bathroom *winks*.

But be on the same page as me guys, wouldnät you hate me even more if I had chosen Riza or Rose to do what Jenny does? Cause what she is doing has a big part in Ed and Roy’s relationship.

But enough is enough, now enjoy this hang-over chapter!

Chapter 16: Teacher

Ed awoke to the sounds of birds chirping and the warmth of the sun on his face. "Go away," he muttered, throwing a pillow over his head. "Stupid chickens…"

"Looks like someone’s not a morning person," Scar said to Riza, snickering at Ed’s grumpiness.

"He really should wake up," Al said, flipping through channels. "He’s missing all the Saturday morning cartoons."

"Hey, switch back," Rose said, talking to Al. "I think I just saw Sailor Moon."

"Cool," Psiren said when Al turned back. "I haven’t seen this show in forever. Takes me back to the good ol’ days."

"What’s so special about it?" Fuery questioned. "It’s just like any other anime."

Havoc shook his head. "I dunno about all that. I kind of like the idea of teenage girls running around in tight outfits, saving the world."

Winry rolled her eyes. "How did I know that was coming?"

"We need hardcore anime in this world," Al said, putting his two cents in.

"Yeah," started Falman. "With dudes that have all these awesome powers."

"And ultimate villains that always get beat," Jay said, his face still smeared with red lipstick from his make-out session with Psiren last night.

"Nah," Scar disagreed. "It’s no fun if the heroes win all the time."

"It’s better if the villains win all the time," Psiren said.

Jay looked at her from his spot on the ground. "Then there’d be no show, oh dear goddess."

"Every show has to have a main superhero though," Breda thought out loud, still holding onto his (empty) bowl of popcorn.

Al nodded. "He would have to be noble and honest and everyone would love him and—"

Riza laughed without humour. "Of course the hero would be a guy. Typical."

Roy scoffed. "Not that I want to jump into your guys’ juvenile conversation, but the main hero of this hypothetical show would have to be badass. The strongest one in the world."

There was a thoughtful silence as everyone pondered Roy’s statement.

"I bet my guy could beat yours," Al taunted.

Roy snorted again. "Could not."

"Could too."

"Could not."

"Could too."

"Could not."

"Could—"

"Would you guys shut up already?!" Ed burst, which was a surprise because everyone thought he was asleep. "How about this?" he continued sarcastically. "There are TWO heroes looking for some…mystical treasure said to make them invincible. They use some strange…alchemy or something…and both did something wrong and are like…scarred for life! And they fight these…things that come to life when you screw up alchemy. And of course there is a villain who wants that treasure shit to make him immortal. Satisfied? Now shut up so I can get some shut eye."

Silence again.

"You know what Ed," Winry started, "That was a pretty good idea for an anime show."

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By 11:00, everyone had gotten dressed and eaten the huge breakfast Al had stirred up. One by one, they began to head home, thanking Al for the meal, until Roy was the last person left in the kitchen. Ed and Al had gone to walk the others out.

He didn’t know how to act. Should he act like nothing happened last night? Or should he be a jackass and act like he didn’t’ give a fuck? And, in all reality, he didn’t care. Did he? Nah. If he cared about anything, it was the fact that the blond had denied him a convenient lay.

That was it.

So then, what was that niggling feeling in the back of his mind?

Ed was thinking about the very same thing as he watched his friends drive off. Why did he push Roy away? Why had he even let the guy get so damn close to him?! It was not like Mustang cared a damn about him, and he didn’t care if Roy lived or was screwing a woman with a deadly, contaminating illness.

Right?

Ed’s train of thought was cut off by a vibrating in his pocket. "Hello," he answered when he grabbed the cell from his pants and put it to his ear, Al walking passed him to into the house.

"Edward Elric," said a stern voice from the other end. "What time is it and where have you been?"

Ed held in a sigh. "Come on Teacher. You know that there’s a lot of shit going on in the big city during the weekend."

"You really need to do something about that foul mouth of yours. And you better tell me exactly what you did last night!"

Ed rolled his eyes. "Alright, a few friends threw me a party at my house and decided to sleep over. They just went home so we’ll be there in a few hours."

"Were there women at that party and sleeping over?" she asked, lightening her tone into a playful one.

"Yeah."

"I hope there wasn’t any sex."

"Teacher, one day you’re gonna have to come to terms with the fact that I’m not a virgin."

"Whatever Casanova. Just get here as soon as possible. Wrath’s been going on and on about you boys coming over."

Ed almost smiled. "Shit, Teacher. You’d think that with me being all grown up and having moved out from home, I could do whatever I wanted."

"Well, I’m glad you realize that you can’t." With that, there was a click on her end, indicating that she’d hung up. Ed chuckled into the phone, humoured by his teacher’s protectiveness. She was like a second mother.

He put the cell back into his pocket and walked into the kitchen. Roy looked up at the kitchen door only to see Ed coming in and then turning back to make quick getaway.

"Didn’t know your specialty was avoidance," Roy said.

Ed stopped in his tracks and turned back around. "I’m not avoiding you. I just didn’t know you were in here. Aren’t you supposed to be gone? Everyone else is."

"Do I look like everyone else?"

"So…what? You’re just gonna stay here?"

Roy shook his head, exasperated. "Whatever Edo," he said, grabbing his jacket. "I got better shit to do."

"Like what?" Ed asked his retreating figure. "Screw some random chick?"

It was Roy’s turn to stop in his tracks.

"Well, I gotta get something. You know, the after effects of a certain blond dick tease."

Ed’s eyes raged with anger. "Don’t even go there, Roy."

Roy dropped his jacket and stalked over to Ed. He grabbed the blond roughly by the waist and pulled Ed’s body up to his.

"Look, Fullmetal. Let’s just squash the subject. I’m over it. But next time, you’re gonna be begging for me to come inside you."

Ed wrapped his arm around Roy’s neck for support, feeling his legs grow weak as Roy pulled him closer so he could whisper in Ed’s ear: "Next time you won’t be able to stop. There’s no telling what will happen then."

He released Ed forcefully and turned, picking up his jacket and leaving the kitchen.
Ed watched him walk out of the kitchen and he flinched when he heard the front door slam.

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Ed and Al knocked on the door. Standing on that porch in Dublith brought back old memories from the years they studied mechanics at the women named Izumi Curtis. It was her husband Sig that opened the door and welcomed the boys, showing them inside.

"Hey Teacher!" Ed called out into the house. "I’m here! Shit, where’s my welcoming committee?" He heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

"It’s about time you two got here," the boys’ mentor scolded. "We almost began to think that you’d forgotten about us."

She gave them both a hug (which Ed returned reluctantly) and gave each a kiss on the cheek. Ed wiped his cheek off. "You’re lucky nobody saw that," he said, seriously.

She stood straight and patted him on his head, making sure to remind him he was acting like a child. "Go upstairs. I’ll fix up the dinner while you play with Wrath. You know how happy he gets when you two come over."

Ed smiled at the thought of the hyper little kid. He and Al nodded, going upstairs. They walked down the hall and knocked on the boy’s door.

"Come in!" a small voice cam from the other end. Ed opened the door, and before he could take a step into the room, he was tackled by the small child with long black hair.

"Ed! Al!" he yelled with excitement as he wrapped his arms around Ed’s legs.

Ed chuckled as Wrath grabbed their hands and led the brothers through the room which was scattered with toy trucks and cars, talking a mile a minute.

Ed grabbed one of the footballs on the floor and plopped onto the bed, throwing the ball into the air and catching it while Al sat down on the chair at Wrath’s desk, looking through the boy’s schoolbooks and drawings of cars. They listened intently as the 7 year old boy talked about the happenings for the past month.


Ed had long ago decided that he would do anything for his family.

Anything.

Even if it meant going against everything he was about. Ever since his father left his mother, he’d taken the role of Man of the House. Shit load of responsibility. He always felt the need to protect the people close to him. His Mom, Al, his teacher, the kid…They were his everything. His only reason for living. Hell, he loved his brother Alphonse more than a grown man could admit to.

Izumi Curtis was a determined woman, and that was what Ed admired most about her. His teacher was a well-learned mechanic who had a small car-shop, the only one in Dublith, and she occasionally took in an apprentice. Both Ed and Al had worked for her to learn the trade among a few others. Being a good friend of their mother Trisha, Izumi had known the brothers since they were brats. When both boys had started showing interest in cars she had promised to teach them about mechanics when they got older. Ed had held her to that promise and moved in with the Curtis family for a while in Dublith, his younger brother following shortly after.

Ed considered Wrath a kind of brother just like Al did. The problem was that the two of them weren’t on the same age when it came to how much ‘brotherly influence’ they should have on the Wrath and what was their duty as older brothers to teach the kid.
While the boys loved Izumi like a mother, Sig on the other hand was more like an uncle that made great steaks for dinner.

Wrath was Izumi and Sig’s only child since Izumi couldn’t have any more children. About eight years ago, she had been in a horrible car accident while pregnant with Wrath. She had been out on the town to by groceries and on her drive home collided with an inexperienced street racer. The young driver died and Izumi, almost having lost her unborn child, was scarred for life.

She hated street races and racers with a passion. Ed feared how she would react if she were ever to find out he was one of them who made streets unsafe on a Friday night. It was the only secret he kept from his family. That and the fact that he and his brother were sons of a big mafia boss, belonging to a brotherhood of state criminals ruling over the underworld in Central.

"…And you know that girl in my class that I was telling you about? Nina?"

Ed nodded, tossing the ball up into the air. "The one that’s been after you?"

"Yeah. She kissed me on my cheek yesterday." The young boy’s face scrunched up in disgust as he relived the incident.

Al laughed lightly. "What’s wrong with that?"

Wrath’s face turned from disgust to surprise because Al of all the smart people in the world didn't know the obvious answer to that question.

"Well, I hate to break it to you, Al," the young boy said, before looking around the room to make sure no one was there, indicating that his next statement was extremely important, "but girls have….cooties!"

Ed laughed. "Is that right? All girls?"

"Every. Single. One of them," he said, matter-of-factly. "Except for Mom and Aunt Trisha of course. But that’s it."

"You’ll have a girlfriend soon," Al teased.

"No way!" Wrath exclaimed, as if the very idea was hell itself. "I don’t wanna have all these girls like Ed’s does. And anyway, you only like them ‘cause they’re….what’s that word Ed uses?....oh yeah. Sexy."

Ed nodded with pride, grateful that the kid was learning such manly words at such a young age. He decided to change the subject and talk about something that was actually relevant.

"How’s your Mom been this week?"

"She’s alright, hasn’t been to the doctor since last tie you were here. She’s got a new piece of meal in the garage that she is working on. She said I inspired her. I swear, I don’t know where you guys would be without me."

And there was that inherited cocky attitude the kid had gotten from Ed.

”Ed? Do you have a girlfriend?”

”No.”

”Boyfriend?”

Ed froze at the kid’s question, forgetting to catch the football and it fell on his face, making him yell out in pain, holding his nose.

”Brother!” Al exclaimed, standing up. Wrath just laughed as Ed muttered curses.

”You do! You do! You do!”

”Shut up Wrath!” Ed growled, AL looking at his older brother disapprovingly, not liking Ed’s language around the child. Ed rolled his eyes. Please, Wrath learned to tell people to shut up when he was three years old. ”Where did you get the idea that I have a…that I’m with a guy?” Ed asked curiously.

”From you.” The kid answered innocently.

”And when did I talk about en having boyfriends?” Ed asked, letting go of his throbbing nose. He was damn sure he hadn’t mentioned anything about homosexuals when the two had discussed the bees and the birds.

”When I saw that couple in the park when we played catch, remember? You told me there was nothing wrong with a man falling for another man, just like he can love a woman.”

Ed couldn’t believe he had actually sounded so wise, and Al couldn’t believe Ed had talked about sexuality with a seven year old.

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Al had to drive on their way home since Ed was in no condition to drive. Not only had he eaten three of Sig’s delicious steaks and a fourth of the birthday cake Izumi had backed him, but he had also emptied a bottle of wine and half a bottle of champagne all by himself.

"Al. What do you do when you know you want something, but you can’t have it because of complicated circumstances?" Ed was sitting in the passenger’s seat, his belt unbuckled, but he looked like something was really bothering him. Al became concerned.

"Brother, what’s wrong?"

"Nothing. It was a hypothetical question."

"You need to water down your subtlety.” Al said, making a left turn. Ed’s eyes narrowed at his younger brother at the emphasis on water. "You look a bit frazzled, brother. What’s the matter?"

"Nothing. I just wish we were already at home. I need my punching bag."

"You can be so violent…I some times wonder if we really are from the same gene pool."

Ed’s eyes widened. "Water? Pool? Al, is there something you know that you’re not telling me?"

"Maybe."

"Meaning...?"

"Meaning…I may just know about a certain night escapade that took place in the backyard."

Ed’s jaw dropped. "Al! I knew I could never have my own damn privacy as long as you live under the same roof!"

"Don’t yell, Brother. And anyway, don’t blame me. I’m surprised you two didn’t wake up the entire neighbourhood with all your splashing.”
Ed blushed and turned his face away, looking outside into the night, not thinking he could be any more embarrassed, until: ”So…give me the details."

"Al, I hate when you start acting like one of my best friends and not my younger brother." Ed said, trying to will the blush away. Al gave him a look that said, ‘don’t change the subject. "Okay, Okay. Mustang was being the usual idiot and pushed me into the pool. The end."

"You’re not getting of that easy. I knew there was something about that guy. He’s just so handsome and rugged and I bet he has a—"

"Please stop," Ed pleaded. "I’ll just have you know, Alphonse, that I fully despise the guy. He makes me want to heave."

"Yeah, body fluids." Al chuckled.

"And that’s the end of that discussion!"

"Oh, come on Brother, I’m just teasing."

"Yeah, well go tease someone else."

”Just don’t fool yourself, Brother. If you have feelings, don’t hide them, ok?”

"Get over it already." ‘Besides, I have secrets I can’t share with anyone.’

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Al went early to bed, Ed deciding to hit the showers. The rest of the drive home his mind had wandered, wondering what would have happened had he not pushed Roy away last night. Turning on the shower, he undressed and stepped into the steaming water.

With the memories of yesterday still fresh on his mind, Ed felt himself harden. Closing his eyes, looking up and letting the water hit him straight in the face, Ed grabbed his semi erection and started rocking into his fisted hand. He could see it all in his wicked mind. Roy’s voice, the man’s fingers combing through his blond hair…the bulges in their pants…the taste of Roy’s skin and mouth…Seeing Roy’s masculine, well built body within his mind, Ed began to pump himself as if he was deeply embedded inside the older man.

Leaning forward against the wall, Ed cried out and sprayed his seed against the watery wall.

’Damnit Roy Mustang…what are you doing to me?!’

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