Flame and Fullmetal 300 km/h

A/N: OMG, so many reviews! This means you loyal readers deserve a new chapter.
TrulyWished, yeah, the ocean is always fun. Koneko, good note. I know this gay couple and we are close friends. We talk about everything (and I mean everything!), and I asked them about it and they said that ‘if you are horny enough, well, the human body is a mysterious thing’. Fleur_de_lys, sorry for the nosebleed I caused you, I’ll be expecting another of your oh-so-flattering reviews later. Blissful Ignorance, so glad to have you back! It really has been a long time. Now about that lime-lemon, my bad! I blame the mix up on coming home after three long, tiresome days and then wrote the last chapter and posted it in the middle of the night. nomdeplume, so glad you decided to review. You are like my favorite fic-author and all! I really appreciated it. Pip, you have good reason to be worried. edevis, I’m so flattered! I have the rule that many reviews mean a fast update. Pauline, thank you hun! michelle, well, Winry will be sticking her nose into Ed and Roy’s relationship really soon. Alien, another nosebleed-case I see. Say hi to them both….when they are finished doing…something…(like I don’t know what they are doing….)….and you are so thoughtful! *hugs you* I’m healing up just fine. My leg doesn’t hurt that much anymore since my taller version of Eddie massages it every day. It sucks to have a sore leg, but at least I have time to write. milky, good point.

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Chapter 20; Wave Breaker

”What is an Engine Control Unit?”

”C’mon Brother! I learned that when I was fifteen!” Al whined.

”You wanted my help.” Ed said annoyed. ”Now, what is an Engine Control Unit and what does it do?”

Al sighed. ” An Engine Control Unit, also known as an Engine Control Module, or Powertrain Control Unit slash Module if it controls both an engine and a transmission, is an electronic control unit which controls various aspects of an internal combustion engine's operation.” Al rolled his eyes as he repeated word for word what stood in his text book. “The simplest ECUs simply control the quantity of fuel injected into each cylinder each engine cycle. More advanced ECUs found on most modern cars also control the ignition timing, the level of boost maintained by the turbocharger, and control other peripherals.”

Ed pulled himself from under a car, in one hand a wrench, in the other a thick text book. Ed didn’t need to check the text to know Al had just explained the basics. He wasn’t as book smart as his brother but his experience under the hood made him just as smart about cars as any fancy university degree. Maybe even better. For Ed, cars and sex had the same principals. Even if you knew in theory what to do, and you had the tools to do it, no bother to get down to work if you couldn’t get your hands a little dirty and do the job well.

“I don’t see why you are so nervous. You know everything written in here. The only thing you need to worry abut is that you pen could snap while you do the damn exam.” Ed said handing Al his text book. He had been careful not to get grease on it.

“I know,” Al sighed, sitting down on the hood. Winry licked her cherry-flavored lollypop and snatched Al’s book from his hands, flipping through the pages.

“I remember when I was prepping for my exams. Oh, those sleepless nights.” She got a dazed look on her face as she remembered her time as a student. Ed frowned at the blond woman.

“You, a student at Central’s University? How come that is hard for me to imagine? Ouch!” Ed rubbed the spot Al had elbowed him. His brother was always so damn prudent around women. “I mean, I always thought you had a wrench in your mouth since you crawled or something.”

Winry pouted, poking Ed in the chest with a finger. “I’ll have you know that I was wanted by—“

“…all the universities in Central. Yeah, I know.” Ed said rolling his eyes at her. Just when she was about to hit him in the head with her lollypop, Al’s eyes lit up.

“Really? Wow, you must be a genius. A prodigy!” He exclaimed. Winry blushed and giggled, and Ed rolled his eyes at the two. ‘Would someone remind me why I brought Al to the garage?’

Well, it seemed like a good idea that Al would drive him to work that Tuesday since Al had the spare day to read for his up-coming exams. That way they could spend a day together and Al could get to hang around the crew. Hw Ed regretted it right now.

“I’ll go get a few things from the back,” he muttered, knowing neither one was listening to him, too emerged in their own discussion. Ed made his way to the back, aka the junkyard, and started searching through half empty and over packed boxes. Nothing.

“Damn, how the hell can you find a bolt in this place?” Ed growled.

Just then, a bolt appeared before his eyes, fingers twirling it around.

“Searching for this?” Roy chuckled. Ed snatched it out of Roy’s hand and turned around.

“Looks like the delivery service here sucks. Now what the hell am I supposed to d with just one bolt smartass?” Ed asked and turned back to his search.

Roy chuckled again, putting his hand’s on Ed’s hips and whispered in the blond’s ear: “Well, at least the service is satisfactory.” Roy placed a quick kiss on Ed’s neck, making Ed jump like a calf that had just been tagged with a glowing hot iron. Ed spun around, touching the place Roy had kissed him, his expression so adorably shocked that Roy laughed out loud.

“Shut it, Colonel-bastard!” Ed hissed and punched him in the arm, looking around to make sure no one saw Roy’s little stunt. “You know, I could flame your ass for sexual harassment.” Ed warned, wanting to wipe off that smirk on Roy’s face, the bastard amused over Ed’s reaction to his bold move.

But how could Roy resist? It was not like they had sat down and discussed terms yet, like ‘hands on cars at the garage’ or ‘don’t tell Winry’. Neither Roy nor Ed had showed up to work on Saturday and had spent most of Monday avoiding each other. Roy had been busy with his paperwork that had been due before the weekend, and while the boss was busy Ed had taken the opportunity to work on his top-secret racer (that the entire crew except Roy knew about).

That reminded Ed why he had been searching for bolts in the first place. He had scheduled a very tricky car-surgery, intending to disconnect the motor from the car he won in the race against Kimblee, and then insert the needed parts to resurrect the dead engine in his soon to be new race car. He would have to carefully detach the top mounted intercooler within the engine bay above the engine, and then somehow get his hands on a new and improved hood scoop…

“Fullmetal, are you listening to me?”

“Huh?” Ed asked, pulled out of his thoughts.

Roy growled, crossing his arms across his chest annoyed. He was not the type of guy who liked to repeat himself. “I said that you know the new spare parts from Tucker’s always go by my office. So, unless you plan on fixing junk with junk, just drag your ass to the office and get them yourself.”

“Oh, you would just love my ass in your office, wouldn’t you?” Ed retorted, smiling inside when Roy flinched visibly. However, the older man had a counter attack.

“Yeah, so I could give it a good smack to remind you that you work for me Fullmetal. Not the other way around, got it? You can start by going to get me a milkshake from the bar. You look like you could use one yourself.”

“Who are you calling short because he didn’t drink enough milk when he was a kid?!” Ed yelled at the top of his lungs, and anyone ho might have become suspicious over what they were talking about figured it was another round of verbal sparring. Nothing new for the crew.

Ed was panting, preparing another assault of words when Roy came closer. “You want to fight and test if milk or size does matter?” Ed pretended to roll up his sleeves since he was wearing another sleeveless work-top much like Roy did. Actually, he had started wearing the same kind of white shirts to work as the lead racer, neither caring that white was the last colour of choice when the profession could get greasy, sweaty and dirty.

Ed threw a well aimed punch but Roy easily avoided it, grasping Ed’s wrist and holding up the blond’s arm while he used his other arm to wrap it around Ed’s waist and pull the blond in for a deep kiss. Ed resisted at first but then gave in the kiss. Making nice was always more fun than fighting anyways.

Just then, Ed’s cell-phone began to vibrate and ring, Roy backing off quickly. His groin had been pressed against Ed’s hip and the vibration had sent small shocks of lightning through his body. Ed quickly realized what they had been doing in plain sight and thanked God for the interruption.

Ed answered his phone. “Hello?”

“It’s been over a week since I last saw you, Fullmetal. Well, did you get a birthday lay?” Came a deep voice from the other end of the line.

‘Greed?’ Ed thought. “How did you get my number?” He demanded, although it had been obvious for Ed from the very beginning that the Ouroboros could easily get such information.

“Like I said: It’s a small world.” Greed chuckled so loudly Ed was sure someone could hear him. ‘Oh shit!’ Ed slowly looked up at Roy who stood with his arms across his chest, not wanting to act to suspicious. Just great, the person who hated Alchemist over all, and here Ed was talking to the leader of the gang himself. ‘Oh shit! Oh shit!’

“You know, I’m kinda busy, so why don’t I call you back later?” Ed tried to sound like it was a normal call, but since it was the first time a member of the Ouroboros took contact like this, it wasn’t any normal call.

“No, I need to talk to you.” Greed stated, Ed starting to walk away from Roy to indicate it was a private call.

“But what if I don’t want to talk to you?” Ed put in a little too loud, Roy getting suspicious and following Ed. ‘Shit!’ Ed thought.

“Not an option. Listen, I want you to meet me and a friend of ours down at the Sailing’s Club after it closes. A few gents will escort you the rest of the way. Got it.”

“Now hold on! What do you mean you and some friend want to meet me God knows where just like that? You are out of your mind! Did you just blow out your brains with a shotgun or something?!” Ed wasn’t in the best of moods and if he wanted o be bossed around he could just stay at the garage. Now, if every guy with black hair in Central thought that…

“Who the hell are you talking to?” Roy asked, thinking it was a weird phone call, Ed’s expression changing from panic, irate, back to panic and then anger.

“Shut up!” Ed snapped at Roy.

“What?!” Greed exclaimed, honestly shocked. “Did you just say ‘shut up’?”

“No, I mean the bastard standing next to me.” Ed explained, glaring at Roy.

“Are you telling me to shut up?” Greed demanded. “I’m warning you kid—“

“Oh, put a sock in it!” Ed said loudly.

“I didn’t say anything!” Roy said, raising his arms in defeat.

“Not you!” Ed groaned, taking a deep breath before straightening his head. He had his eyes on Roy the entire time he continued the phone call, his stern eyes telling Roy he could wait. “You were saying?”

“Very well then. I’ll be expecting you in to hours.” Greed said, still hung up over the fact that Ed had told him to shut up.

Now that was a problem. Ed’s had still four hours left of his shift and the man making the hours was standing right in front of him. And Roy didn’t look too pleased with him at the moment. Ed had to think fast.

“I understand. I’ll be there, I promise. I’ll even bring you the candy you like so much.”

“What the hell? What’s this about candy?” Greed asked confused.

“Like I said, just don’t tell your mom, okay. Sugar isn’t good for kids your age.” Ed said, smirking at his own brilliance when Roy seemed to be able to accept he was talking to a kid. “See you soon kid.”

“Kid….what the hell Fullme--"

Ed quickly hung up, shrugging at Roy. “Kids these days. Anyway, I need to go pick up this little pain in the ass. He got detention or something.” Ed lied smoothly. Well, actually he just bended the truth a little. From what Envy had hinted, Greed had done some ‘adult detention’ in jail a few times. And he really was a pain in the ass.

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It had been relatively easy to get the rest of the day off when Ed had told Roy how he had to pick up the kid of a friend. Although Roy had been suspicious he had no choice but to let Ed go, but not without a warning. If Ed had been jerking him around he swore that he would fire Ed’s ass, although Ed knew Roy wanted his ass to stay in the garage to jerk him off n every way of the expression. What could he say; the raven haired man was just twisted. And Ed was sure as hell not going to let himself get caught while meddling with the mafia.

Ed had asked Al to drive him and in 5 minutes been able to form a semi proof plan. He didn’t mention where he was going, just that he needed to get something from someone. He also made sure that Al dropped him off a couple of blocks away from the Sailing Club. Al, of course, had been even more suspicious about Ed’s secrecy. Ironic, since Al was the last person Ed wanted to know about his, or more correctly, their secret.

He promised to get home before dawn since the crew had decided to later on grab a few drinks and dinner at The Rose. Al had to decline, deciding wisely to go home, make himself a cup of tea and study some more. He was the wiser and more reasonable brother. He was a good man. That was exactly the reason why Ed wanted to protect Al from the Ouroboros. It changed a man, and God knew how he feared what it might already have done to him.

‘Al, I’m doing this for you and mom. I’m doing this for all of us.’ Ed thought with heavy heart as he watched his brother turn the car and drive home. His mouth was so dry he didn’t feel like a cigarette like he usually did when he was nervous.

You could imagine what particular scene from mafia movies played in his head as he walked along the docks, wondering how deep the water was. It looked so dark. A perfect place to hide a bo--
Ed violently shook his head to get such thoughts out of his head.

Ahead of him was the Sailing Club and waiting near the gate were two men dressed in black. They looked at Ed in a weird fashion, probably having assumed he would be driving there instead of walking. They didn’t ask who he was or why he was there. They knew him, and maybe Ed had seen them before. It was hard to tell, all guys in black suits looked the same.

Without exchanging a single word the two lead him away from the Clubhouse right to the docks where many expensive sailing boats were tied. It as going to be dark soon and the gulls came back from the sea, their calls echoing, waves crashing against the wave breaker that separated the water at the docks from the sea, creating a lagoon like environment. The wave breaker was a very long cement block surrounded by stones in different shapes and sizes, most of the ones facing the ocean smoother than the ones facing the lagoon-like harbour. It was at the wave breaker they stopped and Ed was more stunned than ever.

There waited a new, black motorbike. On the seat there was a note instructing him to get on, drive and make the jump.

‘What jump? Oh….THAT jump.’
Between the end of the wave breaker and land was about a good 400 feet. But that evening someone had anchored a low cargo ship 50 feet away. It wasn’t hard to guess that he was supposed to drive along the wave breaker and then jump onto the ships low and cargo free platform.

It wasn’t the fact that this stunt as very dangerous and reckless that made Ed aggravated. It was why he was supposed to pull this very dangerous and reckless stunt in the first place. The whole thing just reeked like Greed’s handiwork. And Greed had been the one to tell him to get there.

The guys behind him didn’t look like they had the answers or the authorization to give any. Ed guessed he had no other choice.

Hesitantly Ed threw one leg over the bike and settled himself. Now, someone had figured that if he was crazy enough to try the stunt, he didn’t care much if he had a helmet or not, so the one who set him up forgot or didn’t care about safe driving. Not like any part of this was safe.

Ed made a mental plan how he was going to perform. Of course, it was much easier to do things in your head, like sleeping with a famous movie star or winning a million dollars.

But as Ed revved the motorbike, tightened his grip on the steerings and felt the wind against his face, the small drops of water from the broken waves touch his cheek and hear the roar of the engine combined with the roar of the waves…it was better than sex and priceless.

The live fast and furious was his way of life.

The end of the wave breaker drew closer. Could he actually do it?

Instinctively he put his thighs to work, loving he feel of metal between his thighs. Would he make the jump?

‘Hell yeah!’ Ed thought with a smirk on his face as he flew threw the air.

But could he land safely?

Umm……..

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“Yes! I told you mother fucker! Pay up! Haha, weren’t you listening to me when I said he could do it?”

Ed combed through his hands with a shaky hand, looking behind himself at the wave breaker and the cargo ship. He couldn’t believe he had made it. Hell, he couldn’t even believe he had been crazy enough to try. That reminded him…..

“Greed, you son of a bitch!” Ed yelled, stopping the man who was collecting money from another man. The gangster turned to him.

“What seems to b the problem, Fullmetal?” He asked innocently, counting his money.

“Don’t you ‘what seems to be the problem’ me, you god damn mother fucker! I almost got killed! What the fuck was that about: get on and drive and jump? And were you betting on me dying?!” Ed demanded in one breath, leaving him panting as he made his way onto a very luxurious, three stories yacht floating in the lagoon dock.

Greed rolled his eyes at Ed, giving him the you-are-overreacting look. “First things first, you chose to jump. No one was holding a gun to your head and forcing you.”
‘You might as well have,’ Ed thought bitterly.

“Secondly, we both knew you could do it, so why not make some money.” Greed grinned and handed Ed half. It was only fair. “Now you can go buy me that candy you promised earlier.”

“Shut it.” Ed hissed, having no idea from where he got the courage to ‘fuck you’ and tell Greed to shut up.

“Looks like you two are getting along just well,” A sultry voice spoke. Ed turned around just in time to see Lust pop open a bottle of champagne. The sight of her in her tight lack dress would make something pop and leak white foam in any man’s pants.

So that was what Greed had meant with ‘old friend’.

Ed didn’t realize he had been standing mouth open again until Lust generously poured some beverage right from the bottle into his mouth. It frizzed in his mouth and Ed drew a breath as a reflex, making him sputter and cough. The champagne had begun to foam in his mouth and ended up in his nose, the feeling most uncomfortable. Greed just laughed at him and patted his back, a little too hard, Ed almost falling down since his legs were still shaky as it was.

“Unsteady sea legs?” A man in a suit asked, bringing four empty glasses and Lust took one, pouring herself a glass. The man turned to Ed. “So you are the one they call Fullmetal. I have heard so much about you.”

Ed didn’t have time to respond before Greed cut in as soon as Lust handed him a glass of champagne. “And most what you have heard is true, like you just saw. Too bad for you that means you just lost some money.”

“Archer?” Ed was surprised he hadn’t seen the resemblance. The blue eyes were identical, as was the pale skin. If this man was five years younger and had blue hair Ed could easily have mistook him for Speed.

Archer reached Ed his hand and Ed of course took it. It wasn’t until then he noticed the military badge on the man’s suit, pulling back his hand like he had burned it. Archer himself chuckled at Ed’s reaction.

“No worry, I am not offended. It is a quit common reaction really. I would expect nothing less from street racer.” He pulled his lips into a smile that wasn’t nearly as charming as Speed’s.

“And that is about all the felonies I have committed in this city.” Ed ensured. The last thing he needed was for the law to tie him to a mafia group. For all he knew, Greed and Lust were setting him up. He gave both Ouroboros members an interrogating glare, wanting to know their motive for the little party on the yacht and what the hell a cop was doing on board. Lust gave a small, delicious sound, almost like an amused chuckle. She put her sensual hands n Ed’s shoulder’s and leaned down to kiss his cheek, leaving a red imprint of her lips on his skin.

“You should relax more, Fullmetal,” she cooed, starting to softly massage his shoulders. Ed did so instantly, enjoying her hands on him. He knew that men paid by the minute for similar attention by this dark angel of desire. Not that Ed was falling for her or anything. He admitted she as hot and probably the most beautiful woman he’d ever met, but he knew this one was most dangerous, like a black mamba.

But he stilled preferred her way to make him relax than yet another pat in the back from Greed.

“Chill Fullmetal, Archer is cool. If you are my cousin then that makes him a cousin twice removed in our little messed-up family.” Greed explained. Ed figured that meant that Archer wasn’t a part f the Ourobors but worked loyally for the organisation.

Greed explained while they ate shrimps and sipped on champagne that the cargo ship Ed had used as a landing platform had still been heavy with cargo a few hours earlier. Ed could figure out by himself what kind of cargo it had been when a military police officer was there to supervise the shipment. The yacht belonged to Lust and they had made business into pleasure and Greed had made sure they had some entertainment.

The bike Ed had used was one of the less valuable goods the ship had carried. Lust had then after put a ribbon on it and given it to Ed as a late birthday gift. The entire meal on the yacht Ed hadn’t answered his phone or replied to the messages Winry set him. But when the three older dinners started talking business, Ed knew he had to go. He felt it was wiser not to know to much if he wanted to get out alive from this evil circle.

He had bid his goodnight politely to the hostess and the military police officer, not bothering with Greed since he was still angry with him for playing on Ed’s recklessness to make him jump from the wave breaker.

Now that he walked down the docks he wondered how he was going to get to The Rose at this hour. He wasn’t really hungry anymore after all the shrimp and seafood, very sure he as going to be sick tomorrow from some food poisoning. And if he to sick he would have Al worried and it wasn’t the best of times now that Al’s exams were approaching and…..what was that red smudge on his jacket?

‘Oh…shit, I almost forgot!’ Ed wiped the red lipstick from his cheek. If Roy would have seen it…

What if he would have seen it? Would he have said something? Teased him? Or would he be quiet? Maybe even angry? Ed honestly didn’t know and that bothered him the most. Where did he stand with Roy Mustang?

There was so much on his mind that he didn’t notice the car pulling to a stop in front of him. It was the second time that night Ed’s heart raced, his shock to nearly have been hit by a car changing into anger. He slammed his hands on the hood, glaring at the driver.

“Watch out where you are driving asshole!”

“Watch out where you are walkin’, idiot!” The driver retorted.

“Who re you calling so short you could hit him and not know it was anything more than a bump in the road?!”

“Ed?” The door to the driver’s side opened and Ed actually bit his tongue.

“Speed?” Ed frowned. “What the hell are you doing here?”


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