Worlds Collide

A/N: Blissful Ignorance, yep, I got the first chapter done faster than I thought I would. I'm enjoying writing Ed and Aideen. FullMetal Neko, I'm going to focus a little more on Nicholas later. As far as the reviews, I understand. I had problems with my mom's computer losing keys on her laptop until finally we broke down and got a cheapy keyboard and plugged it in, so I understnad the keyboard stuff. I probably wouldn't have thought of an on-screen one. Thanks for writing such a long reivew having to do it that way, though. Amethyst-eyed Koneko, Ed's actually going to start working on research, and there's an answer for the old outfit. i'm not answering about the old evil (I'm a little evil myself) Ed of London did die in the blitzkrieg attack in 1916, but that was one part of the anime that always got me. I'm following the movie (if you squint your eyes) and it took place after Ed had been on Earth 2 years, making him 18, but somehow it's 1923, so to follow that, I just started this in 1921, and since Ed wasn't in Alternate Ed's body, I figure he wasn't in a position to get himself killed. It would also really screw up my plot if he had. Nomme de Plume, I couldn't remember and looked and looked online for something that said Edward and Alfons on earth were brothers. Since I couldn't find anything, and the two were in different country in the series, I went with it. Truly_Wished, thanks. nette, I wish I could manage a pic of the scowl, but artist I'm not, so I just have to write it.

Lemon warning!!!

Chapter 2

Working Things Out

Amestris

Roy aggravatedly drummed his fingers on his desk, left foot twitching rapidly beneath. Falman, who was now serving as Roy’s personal secretary since his appointment as fuhrer, attempted to contact Lior on the telephone, reaching a pompous major on the other end. Growing more and more annoyed as the major on the other end didn’t seem to take Falman’s request seriously.

“I am calling trying to reach Raine Mustang. This comes as a direct order from the fuhrer.”

“Give me that damned thing!” Roy said, ripping the phone from Falman’s hand. “Major whateveryournameis, do you have any idea who this is?”

“Sir, I…”

“Now, I don’t care if there are no privates nearby to run this little errand for you. If you need to, you will go and find my sister yourself. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir… I’m sorry sir…”

“I’m sure you are. And the next time you receive a call from my secretary, you will heed my requests, now won’t you, Major? Unless, of course you’d like to experience the title of Lieutenant all over again.”

“Yes Sir, I’ll be right on it, Sir.”

“Damned right you will!” Roy slammed the phone down. “When I give an order, I expect it to be obeyed.” He looked up at Falman. “Sorry.”

“It’s quite all right, Sir.”

Roy had been irritated, even a little bit concerned over the idea of Alex Armstrong and his sister, but having this major insist he was going to wait to talk to his sister because Falman was a lieutenant delivering Roy’s order certainly was not going to happen. Admittedly, the fuhrer’s orders were not of military importance and the call was actually a personal one, but if it had been a matter of state security, he didn’t want some trumped-up major to think he could rebuke a direct order from him.

Roy absent-mindedly looked through the stack of papers, flipping through the requests, signing what he approved of, denying what he didn’t, waiting for the phone call from his sister. Falman kept himself busy, guiding Roy to each place on the forms that required a signature and initials.

“Hey Fuhrer!” a cheerful voice asked from the door. Falman rolled his eyes as Breda walked in the room, looking at Roy with eyebrows raised. “Chief, what’s wrong?”

“This, I believe,” Falman said, holding out a photo.

“A statue of Armstrong…” Breda said. “And a woman? And Raine!” Breda started laughing. “Shit, you have to be kidding me!” He handed the photo back to Falman. “There’s no way.” He laughed louder. “Armstrong and Raine!”

“Glad you are so amused, Major.” Roy leaned back in his chair, half-glaring at the man. He was so far back that when the phone finally rang, he nearly fell out of the leather seat in an attempt to answer it.

“Fuhrer Mustang,” he said.

“Pyro, are you okay? What’s wrong? Is it something with the babies?”

“Raine, no, I’m fine. The babies are fine, Ed’s fine.”

“Then what is it? You had me scared to death.”

“We got General Armstrong’s report. He sent numerous photos of his work in Lior. There were some interesting statues in those photos.”

He heard Rain’s melodic laugh on the other end. “Yes, it’s really very flattering.”

“Flattering? Raine, please tell me you have no intentions of doing anything with Armstrong.”

Roy could almost visualize as his sister’s face, so similar to his own, lips pursing together, brows furrowing. “Little brother,” she said, voice terse, “I will see who I want to see. However, for your own peace of mind, as my love life seems to be more important than military affairs at the moment, I am not seeing General Armstrong. He has an infatuation with me.”

“You have no intention of…”

“Roy you managed to become fuhrer and still be a moron.” She laughed again. “Alex is sweet, and he has a good heart. You should just hope I don’t get it into my head to date him just to spite you.”

“Raine!” Roy found himself standing up, as though she was in the room with him.

“What was it he said to me? ‘The Armstrong line is known for being ideal specimens of human perfection in physique and deeds. However, outside of the family line, I have discovered the true exemplary representation of the female form, which is why I insist on using you for my depiction of the womanly ideal.’ A woman could fall in love with words like that.”

“You… Have you heard his stories?... You can’t…” Roy liked Armstrong, he really did, but the idea of his older sister and the nearly bald alchemist grated his nerves like nothing else.

“Pyro, how old are you? Crap, how can you still take bait like that? Really, Roy, I would have thought at thirty you’d be beyond that.”

He hung up the phone to his sister’s still laughing voice. Damn her.

********

Ed pulled on the familiar white glove, fingers rubbing over the fabric-covered wedding and engagement rings, a confident smile on his face. It felt good to be wearing his clothes again. He had adjusted the mirror back to its usual position earlier, and now looked at himself in the reflection. Hair braided, red coat with Flamel on, black leather pants, black and white shirt, and heavy black boots. Finally, he felt normal, back to himself.

He left his bedroom, walking downstairs to the study, saying nothing as he watched his brother and Winry making over Nicholas and Aideen.

“They’re so adorable,” she said, looking up at Al’s gentle face. “And they’ve gotten so big.”

“Yeah,” he said, wagging a finger in front of Nicholas’s face as he held the little boy in his arms, “this little guy is still shorter than his sister, but she’s a little bit longer than average.”

“Who’d’ve ever thought that from Ed?”

“Who you calling so short his kids would be pigmies?!” Ed asked from the archway.

“Brother, she didn’t say that,” Al said, standing, holding his nephew against his shoulder.

“It’s been a long time since I saw you in that, Ed,” Winry said. “It looks good.”

“Well, for your information, the only pieces of this that are the same thing I used to wear are the boots. My legs and arms were too long and my shoulders have gotten wider, so I couldn’t wear the rest of it anymore, smartass.”

“Ed!” Al said. “Your children are in the room!”

“And they don’t understand the language yet.” Ed rubbed Nicholas’s blond head with his left hand. The doctor had already told them that the little boy’s body seemed a little more sensitive than Aideen’s, explaining why he didn’t like the feeling of Ed’s automail. Unintentionally, it meant that while Ed could hold Aideen indefinitely in his automail, he could only carry Nicholas as long as his human limb held out.

“Thank you both for taking them for the day,” Ed said. “I don’t get to visit Roy by myself very often.”

“We’re glad to take them,” Winry said, jiggling Aideen on her shoulder as she sat on the sofa.

Al nodded, sending long, sandy-colored hair shaking behind him.

“Listen, I’ll go out the front. You guys sneak out the back.”

Al and Winry made their way to the baby carriage both placing a baby in one of, Al slinging a bag of baby supplies over his shoulder. Ed couldn’t help but notice as Al reached for the handle of the twin carriage, Winry did as well, their hands brushing against one another, their faces blushing. The older brother smiled, then patted them both on their shoulders.

“Have fun and be careful.”

Ed stood at the front door, glancing back at Al and Winry to make sure they were ready. Seeing they were, Ed opened the door, to be assaulted by a series of flashbulbs. The teen seriously wondered how long, exactly, the public’s fascination with his life with Roy would last.

“Mr. Elric! Mr. Elric! Where are the babies today?”

“How is married life treating you?”

“When do we expect to see you back in service as the Fullmetal Alchemist?”

“Have you heard any plans of a treaty with Creta?”

“Have you heard any word from the government of Drachma’s reaction to a homosexual leader of Amestris?”

“Is Fuhrer Mustang good in bed?”

Ed sighed. It was going to be a long walk to Central.

********

London

Wrath stood beside Edward outside of a brick rowhouse. “Follow me up the stairs,” Edward said.

Nodding his dark head, Wrath obeyed, walking up the doorstop, up the wooden stairs within the plain building. The blond rapped on a door on the third floor. “Hohenheim, are you in there?”

“Hohenheim?” Wrath said, remembering at least slightly that name’s connection with the Ed he’d known.

“I knew I was right,” Edward said with a pleased smile. It amazed Wrath that this teenager could look so much like Ed Elric, but yet so different. The boy knew what that smile would have looked like on the Ed he knew, but on this one, it was less that cocky grin and more of a slight pride and satisfaction. This Edward was softer, less rough around the edges, from what Wrath could see so far.

Wrath watched as the door opened in front of him and a man he’d met only once, but was more than familiar stood just beyond it.

“I believe you are not alone here, Hohenheim.” Edward placed a hand on Wrath’s shoulder. “He panicked when he first saw me the same way you did.”

Hohenheim’s brown eyes widened when he saw the boy. “How did you recognize Edward?”

“I recognized him because he looked like your son. I thought Ed had ended up on this side of the gate in this London place.”

The older man opened up the door wider than before. “Please come in.”

Wrath stepped into the modest little flat. There were stacks of books and papers scattered around. He wasn’t quite certain what the older man was studying, but he certainly seemed devoted to it.

“You are that young homunculus, aren’t you?” Hohenheim asked once the door was shut.

“Yes. I used to go by the name Wrath, but here they call me Ulysses.”

Hohenheim raised an eyebrow. “As I understand it, that is the meaning of that name. It comes from mythology… and I’m sure that would just bore you.”

Edward sat in wooden chair at Hohenheim’s desk. “Well, if I doubted you at all before, I really shouldn’t now.”

“Doesn’t any of this seem odd to you?” Wrath asked.

“When I first encountered Hohenheim, I was gathering materials for my experiments when I discovered him crouched in a field. He was wild, going on about Ed and Al and babies, saying something about Envy being just behind him. I thought I was dealing with a madman, until I saw some great rift in the sky so powerful it bloody well knocked me to the ground, pardon my language. Then this terrifying serpent came out and came after the both of us.”

“Envy… He’s here too?”

“I’m afraid so, but he doesn’t seem to be able to transform out of that shape,” Hohenheim said, cutting a slice of bread and opening a container of jam, spreading it on the bread, “so he has evoked every myth, every legend this world has. He’s a hunted creature, and thankfully, that has kept Edward and me safe. Otherwise, I am quite certain he would kill me and possibly Edward for his resemblance to my Ed.”

Hohenheim handed the bread to a grateful Wrath.

“Now,” the man said, “tell me about my son. Did you get to see the babies? How is Al?”

“I didn’t last much longer than you,” Wrath said, mouth full. “But I’ll tell you what I know.”

********

Amestris

Ed walked through the halls of Central, poking his head in what used to be Roy’s office. “Lieutenant Colonel Havoc!” he said.

Jean Havoc looked up from a stack of papers, smiling when he saw the younger blond. “Hey, Ed. How are things going? Did you bring the kids with you?”

“Things are fine, and Al and Winry have the babies.” He showed Havoc the box of food from the deli down the street. “I wanted to have a lunch alone with Roy. We haven’t gotten to do that since Nicholas and Aideen.”

“I see you’re also back in your old clothes.”

“I figured they needed to be taken out of retirement,” Ed smiled, walking into the office he’d stormed into so many times in the past. “Besides, I wanted to look official when I asked to get re-instated.”

“Getting bored?”

“With twin babies, life is never boring.” The teen grinned, folding his arms. “However, I think my brain is going to go to mush if I don’t have something to do with it.” He waved his hand in mock protest. “Don’t get me wrong, Peek-a-boo is stimulating, but I think I’ve mastered the game.” Havoc folded his arms and rested his feet on the desk that had once been the fuhrer’s. The new lieutenant colonel had no issues in using the homunculus’s furniture as Roy had, and Ed was grateful for Roy’s reluctance. The furher’s desk was too damned big and too damned tall. “So, how did your date with Gracia go last night?”

“Really good.” Ed watched as the calm expression on Havoc’s face changed, looking a bit goofy, eyes a bit glazed, then as quickly as that puppy-dog expression had appeared, it vanished. “You know, you’re the first person to ask me about it.”

“Well, how would anyone know it’s your first date? You’ve been visiting Gracia and Elysia three or four nights a week.”

“That was as a friend.”

“I know, Havoc, I know.” Ed turned toward the door. “I’m happy for you. You deserve someone who won’t shoot you down immediately—”

“Hey!”

“And Gracia deserves someone like you. Since Maes died,” Ed had taken to calling him Maes because of his exposure to Roy. “I haven’t seen her look as happy as she has these last few months.” Ed opened the door. “See you later, Havoc.”

“Have a nice lunch, Boss.”

“I intend to.”

Ed walked up the stairs to Roy’s new office greeting Falman as he approached the door, and asking the older man not to disturb them during Roy’s lunch hour. “We don’t get to do this often, you know?”

Falman, who Ed had discovered about a month ago already had a teenage daughter, nodded knowingly, preparing to take his own lunch break while Ed entered Roy’s office.

“Lieutenant Falman, can you make sure to send something to Raine as an apology?” Roy said, not looking up from his paperwork.

“What did you say to Raine?”

“Ed?” Roy glanced up, a grin suddenly forming on the older man’s face when he saw Ed’s attire. “Are we back to wearing leather?” The brunette stood, crossing the rather long distance between them.

“I told myself once I felt back to my old self, the old clothes would be coming back. You didn’t notice them at the back of the closet?” Ed helped to close the gap between them.

“No, but I wish I had.” Roy wrapped an arm around Ed’s waist and quickly pressed their lips together. “You look very good in leather.”

“Pervert,” Ed said. Roy kissed him on his forehead, his chin accidentally bumping the bridge of Ed’s nose, forcing a pained hiss out of the younger man.

“Ed, are you okay?”

“Aideen cracked me between the eyes with her forehead. I’ll probably have a bruise there, if not two black eyes.”

“You got beaten up by our three-month-old daughter?” Roy asked, mirth in his voice.

“It’s not funny, Fuhrer Bastard.”

Roy bent down to kiss Ed’s cheek. “Of course not.”

“See if I bring you lunch again.” Ed pushed the white cardboard box into Roy’s chest. “Take this to your desk.”

The blond moved to the edge of the room, clapping his hands quietly and pressing against the paneled wall. He then moved to the familiar desk, where Roy was untying the string around the box. Ed walked back over to the desk, taking off the red coat as he did, tossing it on the leather sofa. Ed moved behind Roy and wrapped his arms around the fuhrer’s shoulders and chest.

“We can get that later,” Ed said, turning Roy around to face him.

“Ed, what are you doing?” Roy asked as the teen unbuttoned his uniform coat.

“I believe I’m undressing you. You could exchange the favor, if you’d like.”

Ed slid the blue coat over Roy’s shoulders, while Roy’s hands slid down his back to Ed’s leather-clad behind.

“Ed, we can’t here. Falman is…”

“At lunch, and I already sealed and soundproofed the room.”

“You had this planned.”

“For months. Before the babies were even born.” Ed pulled the blue coat completely off, tossing it carefully on top of his own red one. He then unbuttoned the first few buttons on that white dress shirt before him, feeling two gloved hands fumbling for the zipper at his own neck. “Please don’t disappoint me.”

Ed began kissing each bit of exposed skin, feeling and hearing the older man moan as he sucked and nipped at Roy’s neck. He continued to pull open the white shirt, feeling his own being pushed off his shoulders. He released his grip on Roy’s buttons to allow the fuhrer to remove the black shirt and toss it with the coats. Ed made a few final pulls at the tails of Roy’s and followed his husband’s movements. Hastily, the two men pulled off their white gloves, allowing their hands to make actual contact with skin. Each began pushing at the white undershirts, legs and hips occasionally bumping against one another, each one a revelation of their growing needs.

With all barriers gone between the upper halves of their bodies, Ed began slowly kissing down Roy’s throat and chest, mismatched hands working at the buckle of Roy’s pants, then the zipper. In turn, his husband began kicking off his shoes, allowing Ed to have him completely nude in one swift movement as he jerked down the man’s blue pants and striped boxers.

Ed grabbed Roy’s hips and put the body of the older man on that familiar old desk.

“What are you doi—Ah!” Ed smirked up at Roy as he knelt down in front of him, feeling a bit tight in the black leather, hand encircling the man’s rather impressive length. “This is new—Oh, damn Ed!” Tentatively, Ed proceeded, mouth moving over the head of Roy’s penis, tongue circling as he attempted to take in more. The look of surprise on Roy’s face was priceless, and not surprising, since despite a three-month marriage and having been intimate longer than that, this was the first time that Ed had done this. Moving his head further down the man’s shaft, Ed knew he didn’t have the skill necessary to take all of the length, but he would make the attempt and try to do the best he could, having learned from his experience on the other end of this. He could feel Roy trying to grab onto his head and hair, but spending much of the time gripping onto the desk for balance.

From his back pocket, Ed removed a tube of lube, popping the thing open with one hand, he looked up at Roy and stopped his ministrations on his husband’s member.

“Roy, I’d like to…” There was still something awkward about this, much as the blond had practiced asking this in his mind. “You have offered before…”

“I’ve offered…” Roy was already breathing heavily. “…every time, but you never… You want to in my… my office?”

“I like the idea of you blushing every time you look at your desk,” Ed confessed, trailing a hand up the pale inner thigh. He kissed Roy’s stomach, darting a tongue into Roy’s naval. “There’s something sexy about knowing I’ve taken the fuhrer in his own office. We need to break it in, you know.”

“I’d thought the same thing, but this wasn’t the way I’d thought.”

Ed felt a little dashed. Roy had offered so many times. Did he just think that Ed would always be bottom? Were the offers all meaningless?

“There are too many papers on the desk. We’ll need to move them.”

“Right—Wait, you mean…” Did Fuhrer Roy Mustang just agree to desk sex and being on the receiving end?

Quickly, Ed moved files to the floor and returned to his husband, kissing him firmly on the mouth, tongues intertwining, wondering if it was as disturbing for Roy as it usually was for Ed when he tasted himself on his lover’s tongue. Ed squeezed the lubricant onto his fingers.

“Chocolate?”

“Scented,” Ed explained. “There’s also chocolate cake in that box. Thought it would cover the smell.”

Ed smeared the thick stuff on his fingers, watching as Roy turned away from him. “Other way. Lay down on the desk.”

Roy obeyed, and leaned forward on his elbows as Ed propped the man’s legs on his shoulders and began swirling a finger around the very tight puckered hole. Slowly, with every ounce of patience the teen had learned since the arrival of the babies, Ed worked his index finger inside, realizing it had been a long time since his love had been bottom, though Ed didn’t want to think about who it might have been with.

“Okay?” Ed asked.

Still on his elbows, Roy only nodded. Though Ed continued to watch Roy’s face as he added the second finger and knew he saw pain in those dark eyes. After months of bottom, Ed knew this pain well enough, gentle as the older man was, and the teen found himself searching for the spot that always made Ed forget the discomfort, while he moved his mouth back to the man’s member, realizing he might have difficulty finding the spot, and there was a much more obvious method of distraction before him.

“Mmm, Ed…” Ed scissored his fingers and continued to move them inside of the older man, finally finding something spongy that made Roy buck into his mouth, nearly gagging him. “Oh, shit, Ed!” He’d found the man’s prostate, and apparently it had the same effect on the fuhrer that it had always had on Ed; Roy never cursed beyond a hell or damn if he could avoid it.

Ed added a third finger, moving them inside to once again hit that spot, finding it successfully a few more times before removing his fingers and moving his hands to his leather pants, feet kicking off the heavy boots. As the tight black leather and cotton shorts grazed down over his aching erection, Ed groaned. He wanted this, needed it, but had sworn he wouldn’t do this until his body was back to normal, until he felt he was once again himself. Now he was, and he actually had a willing and eager Fuhrer beneath him. He grabbed the tube smearing the sweet-smelling, cold substance on himself, then grabbed himself and pressed the head of his member at his husband’s entrance.

“I want to know you want this,” Ed said, eyes glazed a bit as he bent down to suck around Roy’s chest, teasing his nipples.

“I’m on my desk and I’m stark naked. What do you think, Ed?”

“You’re absolutely certain?”

“I want you in me, Ed, what more do I need to say?” Roy wrapped his legs around Ed’s waist, aiding as the teen guided the head of his cock into the tight ring of muscles. Roy gasped at the intrusion. Ed couldn’t get over how tight the man’s body was around him. He’d wanted to make this moment special, but part of Ed was kicking himself for not taking Roy up on his offer earlier. Slowly, he guided himself in, watching as Roy’s eyes closed at first in pain, then looked up to meet Ed’s once he had fully sheathed himself inside of the older man. Those onyx eyes met gold, willing the younger man to move. Carefully, Ed rolled his hips, watching intently the face of the man he loved. The heat of the man, the tight friction itself was almost enough to send the teen over the edge.

“Oh, Ed! Ed!” The dark-haired man arched his back as Ed moved faster, harder.

“So tight! Damn.” Ed moaned, leaning over Roy, meeting their lips together, apparently creating a pleasant fiction for the fuhrer as he moved his own hips upward, grunting and moaning in time with each of Ed’s thrusts. Ed could feel his own release nearing, but focused at keeping his promise to himself to make Roy cum first. Ed held onto Roy’s hips, working harder to hit that spot inside that was so absolutely wonderful that entire novels should be written on what it can do. A few strikes, he felt the muscles in the older man’s body tighten, constricting around Ed’s member.

“Ed! Aaaah! ED!”

“Roy, oh, shit Roooy!”

He felt the hot rush of liquid between them and was spilling inside of the hot body below him only seconds later. Riding out his orgasm, Ed managed a few final thrusts before he’d gone completely limp and was withdrawing from his husband.

“That was incredible,” Ed sighed out.

“I knew it would be.” Roy looked around the room. “Though I didn’t think it would happen for the first time in my office.” Roy still hadn’t moved from his place on the desk. “I don’t think I can move. I’m thirty years old. I don’t think I’m designed for desk sex anymore.”

“Well, while I have a captive audience,” Ed said, collapsing into a nearby chair, “because I’m choosing to ignore that you sound like you’ve done this before, I want to get an assignment. I’m getting bored. I’d like to at least do some research.”

“Fine. Whatever. As long as we can do something like this every so often when you come in to give your reports,” Roy’s chest continued to rise and fall on the hard mahogany surface.

“You really can’t get up, can you?” Ed stood over Roy, a Cheshire-like grin on his face.

“You could help me up, you know.”

“But you look so good,” Ed said as he bent down and placed a deep kiss on the man’s lips. “I guess I should get you off that desk, since we have a mess to clean up.”

********

London

“Well, I’m not sure how you ended up here, though it sounds like it was a plan that only the Gate was privy to,” Hohenheim said. “Regardless, you are here, and you’re going to need a place to stay.”

“I could say he was my cousin Alfons,” the alternate Edward suggested.

“He writes you too often,” Hohenheim said, shooting down the option. “How do we explain it if a letter comes?”

“You have a cousin Alfons?” Wrath asked Edward.

“In Munich. We’re second cousins once removed.”

“This world’s Hohenheim died four hundred years ago, and his son William married and had children, eventually leading to Alphons and Ed.” He looked at Wrath. “You don’t look much like me, Wrath, but I could tell them you’re my nephew from America, unless you would rather—”

“Rather go back to the orphanage? Hell no, Uncle Hohenheim.”