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Flame and Fullmetal 300 km/h	By : Niia Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10147 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: To my beloved reviewers (yes, I still love you even though you would like to kill me for the last chapter): Alien, well if you see a blond with wavy hair and she looks bitchy�yeah, you can hit her with your car. Roy hasn�t been that much of a help really, he�s always talking to my sweetheart and telling him how much he looks like Ed, just taller, and my guy is like �who the fuck are you and who is Fullmetal?�. I�ll draw the line if Roy starts hitting on my man. Blissful Ignorance, yes he is. ZexyBard, don�t kill me goddamnit! If you kill me the two will NEVER get together again! And yeah, I too have a soft spot for Speed, damnit! KansouAme, yeah, Jean and Jenny really are an apple and an orange. Koneko, you too, don�t kill me! I have a busted leg as it is! And because of your notes I might edit the lemon when I find the time, okay? TrulyWished, glad at least you like the angst, the others are trying to kill me in my sleep. Astrid, a new reviewer, I�m soo happy! Yeah the title is based on tATu�s CD, but also because the street race record in speed is 300km/h. Pauline, well, I can only say that the mafia sins are soon going to make life really hard for Ed.
Hides from kuragari73 and mina�.
michelle, thank you *hugs you* nice person who doesn�t ant to kill me! edevis, *sighs* sadly, we all know Roy�s and Ed�s pried.

So now after a few days on break (and avoiding being hit by cars!) I woke up in the middle of the night and wrote this chapter. Enjoy!
Chapter 23; In Need Of Sleep

�Have you seen Ed?� Winry asked for the fourth time that day. This time it was Breda who shook his head, handing Winry a sandwich from the restaurant for her lunch.

�Why even bother to ask me? He works down here, not in my kitchen!� Breda scoffed. Winry sighed.

�Has anybody seen or heard from Ed?!� She called out to the entire garage, but no one could help her. Winry pouted. She had spent the entire night trying to figure out how to improve Ed�s engine in his oh-so-secret-racer-under-construction, and now that she had a brilliant solution, the jerk wasn�t anywhere to be found!

�No sign of Fullmetal, eh?� Hughes asked, setting down his paperwork on the hood of a car Havoc was supposed to be working on, the blond man on his ever lasting smoking-break, sitting on the hood and just chilling. Winry shook her head, grasping the cigarette from Havoc and, after taking one drag of smoke to calm herself down, put it out a few feet away from the car. Havoc stood with his mouth hanging open, dumbfound, and Winry pointed at the floor under the car.

�It has an oil-leak you are supposed to fix.�
Havoc swallowed dryly seeing the pool of black oil, nodding his head. Hughes sighed and checked his paper work. According to this, Havoc was the reason their insurance was so expensive. The numbers didn�t lie, and somewhere was mentioned that everybody working with Havoc had to know how to put out a fire.

Suddenly an overly cheery tune started playing and Winry grabbed her pink cell phone, small key-chain mascots hanging from the antenna and small lights blinking.

�Hello? Oh, hey Al!� She pointed at her phone and mouthed �It�s Al�. Hughes smiled and mouthed �really?�

�Ask him where Fullmetal is rusting?� Havoc told her and Winry rolled her eyes. Like it wasn�t the first thing on top of her list of things to do that day? Oh, no wait, kicking Ed�s ass for not showing up was number one. But first you had to be polite.

�Why are you calling?� She asked, soon frowning. �What do you mean you think he is sick?...You don�t know if he is sick?...Well, what are his symptoms?�

�Damnit, is it something serious?� Hughes asked concerned. Winry listened to Al for a little longer, shaking her head as in �no�.

�Is it contagious?� Havoc asked panicked. Winry rolled her eyes at him, turning back to Al who was on the line.

�Okay, so he is not sleeping, not eating and has mood swings.� Winry repeated. �Oh, he doesn't have mood swings. You are right, he really does sound sick. But he doesn�t have a fever or chough?... Well, try to make him drink a glass of warm onion-milk.� Winry suggested. �He doesn�t drink milk? Ok, just make him eat an onion then. Or on second thought, don�t.� She said hanging her mind when she caught a glimpse of Roy stumbling into his office.

Maybe she could send Roy over to cheer Ed up, and if he did to would be better if Ed�s breath didn�t stink so bad it made you cry. Besides, what better cure for any illness than a big, dark mustang in your sick-bed?

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Al was sitting on a stool at the island counter in the kitchen, one hand writing notes, his eyes scanning through another text book, while he used the other hand for eating. He really was a guy with many talents. When he had finished his lunch he brought the dishes to the sink and sighed. So many things to do, and checking his watch, so little time to do it.

He walked into the living room to get Ed�s dishes so he could finish up in the kitchen before going to the train station. Al stood in the doorway and watched the pathetic sight that was his older brother. He sighed again.

Ed hadn�t even touched his food. Not his lunch or the cookies Al had left them incase Ed preferred something sweet. All his older brother did was sit in the couch and play Xbox. And he didn�t even play well as �Game Over� appeared on the screen again.

Al snuck up on his brother and carefully moved to sit next to Ed who had his eyes focused on the screen, a dull expression on his face as he restarted the game. �Not really in the talkative mood, is he?� Al thought and watched silently Ed play another car-game, crashing into the wall after ten minutes.

�I thought you ruled at this game,� Al teased lightly. Ed didn�t answer and restarted the game again. �I bet I could kick your ass in this game,� Al said again. Normally that kind of bragging would be asking for a fight but Ed just shrugged and continued playing, pressing on button on the controller at a time.

Okay, now Al turned from concerned to just plain pissed off. Ed had been like this ever since he got a ride home with Speed Archer and slept a few hours on the couch. The rest of the night he had just watched some Spanish soap with French subtitles and sulked. Al knew this because he hadn�t been able to sleep either. He was reminded of his lack of sleep when he yawned loudly, hoping it would rub off on Ed as well. They said yawning and laughing was contagious. Al glanced at Ed and faked the second yawn. Nothing.

�Man I�m sleepy,� Al said stretching and gave one more fake yawn.

�Then go sleep,� was Ed�s answer. Finally, communication!

Al shook his head. �I can�t. Have to pick Wrath up at the train station in an hour. He�s coming over for a few days, remember?�

Ed grunted. Obviously he had forgotten what he promised the kid last time they visited their teacher on the day after Ed�s birthday. Al shook his head again, this time on Ed�s behalf.

�Really brother, you have such a lousy memory some times. Did you forget you had to work today as well?�

�No.�

�Then why aren�t you at work?�

�Because I�m not.�

Just plain infuriating. As much as he wanted Ed o show some sign of emotions, Al didn�t want a black eye for prying why Ed didn�t want to go to work.

�Well, at least get your act together. Wrath is going to want to play with you the new games and your ego wouldn�t handle it if you got beaten by a 7 year old all the time. I don�t think he would let you live it down, either.�

�No, he is gonna rub it in my face with that arrogant smirk of his, that bastard.� Ed growled.

Al quirked his eyebrows. �I don�t think you were talking about Wrath just now, were you brother?�
He was startled when Ed threw the Xbox controller onto the floor and headed towards the foyer. �Where are you going?�

�For a smoke,� Ed said flat out, grabbing his jacket and keys and slammed the door after him. Al shook his head, didn�t his brother know it was raining outside. It hadn�t stopped raining since last night. Well, maybe it helped cool off his head a little.

Al checked his watch again. 3:00 PM. He had over an hour left before Wrath�s train would arrive in Central. He gathered the plates of food he had hoped Ed would have eaten, throwing two meals in the garbage and washing the dishes. He was so quick he even had time for a 15 minute nap, one he decided to take and sat down in the couch. Al knew he would need all his energy to be able to entertain the 7 year old for a couple of days.

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�You did what?!� Winry gasped quickly standing up from the floor, fighting the urge to jump on top of Roy�s desk and pound her fists into his face. �Explain yourself at once!� She demanded.

Roy shrugged. �I have a dick. It�s a guy thing so you wouldn�t understand.�

�Maybe I can�t understand why you would just�.and with Jenny?! But the dick-thing can easily be fixed.� Winry grabbed a wrench and Roy jumped up and out of his chair, making sure to be able to run for is life. He had seen what damage Winry could do to delicate machinery when angry.

He wasn�t even sure why he had told Winry what happened last night. Maybe because it had all started with a BIG misunderstanding.

Winry had me into his office, smiling and looking like she wanted a big favor. Roy of course hadn�t been in the mood to do anybody and fucking favors that day. The blond had then commented on that if he was going to be an ass, he should have stayed home like Ed. Suddenly her smile had grown upon realizing something.

�Oh, I get it. Ed�s at home with a soar ass, isn�t he?� Winry the-yaoi-pervert had said winking. But that only made Roy imagine that maybe Ed and Speed really did have a good time before or after hat happened at the Havoc residence. Roy had overreacted and then Winry had looked surprised. �You let Ed do you? And on the first time? Wow�I always thought your MO was jerk off and fuck, never get jerked around and get fucked. Does this mean�?� She had asked hopefully, falling on her perky ass when Roy slammed his hands on top of his desk.

�It wasn�t the first time! He didn�t �do me�! I was about to do Jenny Havoc when he walked in! And I�m not jealous about Fullmetal and Speed!�

There had been a long silence, Roy panting after blowing his cool and Winry sitting on the floor with her mouth open. What happened after Winry reclaimed her ability to speak, you already know.

Now Winry sighed, putting down the wrench and Roy could relax the hand that had been cupping his groin protectively. The blond woman sat down on his desk and sighed again. And again.

�If you want to say something, just say it.� Roy growled. Winry rolled her eyes before glaring at him.

�Are you just stupid or do you intentionally screw up every good thing you have going for you?� She asked with mock. Roy sat down in his chair and for the next few hours listened to Winry tell him about every mistake he had made in the time they had known each other. The good thing was he had a reason to get some paperwork done while listening to the scolding of the year.

Winry hadn�t left unnoticed how Roy reacted every time she mentioned Speed Archer and Jenny Havoc. The more she came to think about it, the more suspicious it all seemed. Like, why had Ed been in the house at that very night and hour? And why had he gone into Jenny�s room? And what the hell had Roy been dong with Jenny Havoc in the first place after making it quite clear he had no interest in his friend�s little sister?

It was all so messed up and Winry smelled conspiracy. Well, she had learned that anything that had to do with the devil in Prada Jenny Havoc was never good.

When Winry realized Roy wasn�t listening to her anymore, she jumped down from the desk and decided to go home. The few hours of shut-eye she had gotten had been while dozing off under Ed�s new racer. It wasn�t that comfortable and she stretched painfully. She really needed her own bed with fluffy pillows and all.

�Get your act together, Roy Mustang. I�m going home to get some sleep, but I�ll see you later, okay?� She said.

Roy checked his watch. 7:00 pm. �Alright, just make sure you�re not late.�

�Yes sir, Colonel sir,� Winry mock-saluted and marched out of the office.

When she stepped into her car and drove home she cursed the foul weather. Hopefully it wouldn�t be raining all day long.

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Riza woke up at the sound of her cell phone ringing loudly, Black Hayate barking at the blinking object disturbing his master�s sleep. Riza muttered curses, her hand fumbling for the phone on her nightstand.

�Hello? Who is this?� She yawned, not having bothered to check the caller ID. �I was sleeping. Oh, hush Black Hayate,� she said to the dog and at up in bed, pressing the phone to her ear with her shoulder while she tied her hair up. �What time is it?...Already 10:00 pm?...I told you, I was sleeping.� She said a little more aggravated and got out of bed. �Don�t worry, I�ll be there in fifteen�but why do we have to do this again? Oh, yeah�yeah I know. I just feel guilty, that�s all. But I�ll be there soon. Bye.�

Riza looked down at her dog and scratch him between his ears before grabbing her keys and a bag from under her bed. She was still tired and would have wanted to sleep a little longer, but she had a job to do. Since it was still raining outside, she grabbed an umbrella from her foyer and left, Hayate sitting down behind the door and waiting for her return.

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Ed woke up sweating.

He could still feel that bastard�s hands running all over his body. His touch was still burning Ed�s skin.

Ed looked over at the clock on his table. 1:30 am.

Why did he feel so wide awake? He threw off his covers and wearily trudged into the bathroom, turning on one of the faucets and splashing his face with cold water. He looked into the mirror and took a deep breath, satisfied that he hadn�t shed a single tear.
And why should he? It wasn�t like anything cry worthy had happened.

Ed felt the sudden urge to punch something.

He went into his room and changed into something comfortable. He swept his hair into a ponytail and decided to forgo the boxing gloves. Ed passed through the living room, downstairs, and to what he liked to call his workout room.
He didn�t realize how angry he was until he hit the punching bag with great force. He hit it several times, reveling in that split second in which his fists connected with the bag.

Before he knew it, he was talking to himself.

"What did you expect Ed?" *punch* "He�s probably a fucking," *punch* player for chrissakes!" *punch* Ed�s hits steadily became more violent with each punch.

"I�m not nervous," Ed said, his voice belying his statement as Roy came closer. "I just...don�t like you.�
Roy chuckled softly into his ear. "Are you sure about that?"

"Yes!" Ed shouted, punching harder. "I hate you!" He tried to forget the way Roy�s body felt pressed up against his and the way the man�s lips moved with his own.

"If you had any idea how much more respect I have for you than any of those women, then you would give me an apology."

Tears of anger stung at Ed�s eyes as he remembered Roy�s words.
"Respect?" he asked to the empty room. "You have a fucked up way of showing respect!"
His punches became increasingly violent and his tears flowing more freely.
Soon, he became exhausted. He hugged the bag, resting his weight on it and closing his eyes.
When had everything become so much more difficult?

Ed knew he needed to take a cold shower.

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Scar pulled over besides two police cars and stepped out, the red and blue siren lights illuminating the high way, the road still wet from the rain. Thankfully, it had stopped raining and made investigations that much easier. At this hour and time of the week, the officers had an easy job to guide drivers to the other road, cutting of what ever small traffic thee was to isolate the crime scene. Scar walked over to the truck that had obviously been stopped by force and the cargo taken. A few officers working the case with him came over and gave him a brief summary of what they had found.

It was the same as before. The truck had been forced to a stop, the driver attacked and the cargo stolen. They had covered the body of the driver with a white sheet, waiting for someone to pick it up and have it examined. The ambulance had already been there half an hour earlier and sped away with the other man in the truck who had been shot as well.

Scar knelt down next to the body and lifted the sheet to affirm what he already knew. The officer next to him had to look away. The guy was probably a green cop.

"Just like Joshua O�Hara." Scar observed, noticing the bullet wound in the shoulder and torso. "There have been nine hijackings in the last three months, leaving six dead. And we still have nothing. Tonight was the tenth strike, and this un-lucky bastard was victim number seven. The DVD players and digital camera's alone are worth a little over half a million. Which brings the grand total to six million plus." He said out loud although he was talking more to himself than the officer standing next to him.

"What could they possibly want with $6 million worth of DVD�s?" The officer asked, making notes about the scene. It wasn�t that necessary, the MO was the same and so far they had found no new evidence or anything different from the previous nine.

�Maybe to get one hell of a DVD-collection,� Scar suggested, covering the body and standing up. He was hitting dead ends and the case was turning colder and colder even when the victims count was growing. It was frustrating, and not just because tonight he would have to tell another wife or girlfriend that her man wasn�t coming home.

This case had become personal.

An officer came running from a police car after an urgent phone call. Bad news, from the looks of his expression. �The hospital called. The other one didn�t make it. He bled to death in the ambulance on the way over.�

Scar sighed, running his hand through his short hair. That made two calls for him. �Did he at least say something about who did this?� He asked hopeful. The officer shook his head.

�No, he was in shock and wasn�t able to tell the paramedics anything.�

Great. Two more dead and no new leads. Scar checked his watch. 2:00 am. It would be a few hours before he got to go home, have a drink and go to bed.

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His foot hurt. Or actually, his thigh, leg and foot all hurt. But since the cold floor made an uncomfortable sensation in his bare feet, he blamed his feet for his insomnia.

Roy opened his fridge, searching for something to eat while drying himself off with a towel. He wrapped it around his waist and moved to the freezer, filling his glass with some ice and pulled out two liquor bottles from the cupboards. One half full and one unopened. He opened the new one first so he wouldn�t feel guilty about having consumed half a bottle and starting anther one. That was what a lousy drunk would do. He would drink this one half empty and then if he felt like he needed more he could empty them both without feeling guilty or like an alcoholic.

With a bottle in one hand and a filled glass in his other, he sat down in his corner couch and turned n the radio. There wasn�t anything good on TV at this hour anyway.

The home entertainment system came to life, small neon blue lights flicking and his apartment was filled with another sound than his cell phone�s vibration. He didn�t feel like answering any more calls tonight but he didn�t know how to turn the vibration off. He would have to ask Hughes in the morning. Better yet Winry, she was the man with the cell phones. And Hughes with the cars. Or was it the other way around?

Work-related things were never so clear to him after four glasses of whisky. Sipping on his fifth he leaned back in the couch with his legs crossed, bouncing his foot in beat with the song playing on the radio.

�That was Rednecks. It�s 3:00 am and we have people calling in with questions. Next up is Tiffany from Dublith. Hello Tiffany.�

Roy sighed. He hated this part of the night program. The only reason he tolerated it was because the station played the best music. Pouring himself another drink he sat quietly and listened.

�Hey, I�m Tiffany and I have�a problem,� a young woman�s voice said. She was a little upset and had probably been crying earlier. �I�oh my god�I was caught cheating.�

�Haven�t we all,� Roy thought sipping on his drink.

�I�m kind of a jealous person, I guess, and I thought my boyfriend was cheating on me. I mean, he was supposed to meet me at this restaurant for dinner but he was a no-show. Then this guy at the bar was really friendly and we went to my place and�� the girl sighed, probably struggling against sobs and more tears. �My boyfriend walked in on us. He had been late because he had bought me flowers and shit and�and when I wasn�t at the restaurant he came over and�oh my god�� This time she did sob.

Roy looked over his glass at the radio. Why did this sound so damn familiar?

��why am I crying? It�s not like we were steady or anything�but he looked so hurt��

Roy sighed, looking out the window. It was so dark outside that he only saw his own reflection in the glass. For a brief moment, he thought he saw a blond figure standing in the doorway behind him and he quickly turned around, but nobody was there. Maybe he hadn�t seen a figure, but he had seen Ed�s face very clearly with the same expression he had when he had walked into Jenny�s bedroom. That hurt glint in those amber eyes�Roy couldn�t forget it. Not even after the tenth glass of whisky that night.

�Thank you and goodnight Tiffany. Cheating and getting caught is never an easy situation,� the radio host said. �Let�s all think about this while listening to this next song. It�s �Goodbye My Lover� by James Blunt.�

The sad serenade came on and Roy grunted, reaching for the remote, hitting his foot against the coffee table in the process, falling back into the couch with a loud groan, touching his throbbing foot. The reason why he couldn�t sleep in the first place. Right?

Okay, so maybe he just couldn�t sleep because he wasn�t sleepy.

Okay, so maybe he was sleepy and just didn�t feel like sleeping. If he slept just to dream about the blond racer, and wake without him�was the few hours of well-needed rest worth the pain in the morning?

Roy poured himself yet another glass and emptied it in one swing, gritting his teeth and looking round his living room. Usually, the pictures of him posing on the front covers of underground racing magazines that were hanging on his walls would have filled him with a sense of pride.

But right now, he didn�t give a fuck.

What the fuck had he really been thinking? What the fuck had he been thinking when he�d jumped into bed with Jenny? But who could blame him really? He was only doing what any other normal man would have done in his situation. So what was the problem?

Oh, right. Ed.

He couldn�t get the blasted blond out of his head! It was as if Ed�s scent, his body, his voice, his face, his kiss, were all imbedded into Roy�s brain and he couldn�t get them out. He didn�t know if he even wanted to.

Since when had he gone from wanting to fuck the blond silly to wanting to make love to him? Or rather....make �like�. And what the fuck was his mind thinking?

He seriously needed some sleep, closing his eyes and adjusting the cushions on his cough, guilt still coursing through him.

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"Why aren�t you asleep?"

"Why the hell aren�t you asleep?"

"�Cause you keep moving around."

"No one asked you to sleep in my room," Ed grunted rolling over to his side. His pounding the punching bag and showering had caused the kid in the next room to wake up and demand to get to sleep next to Ed for the rest of the night. So now Ed shared his bed with Wrath and a blue teddy bear.

"What�s eating you?" Wrath wanted to know, adjusting his hold on his teddy bear.

"Why do you ask?"

"Well, for one, you usually sleep like a bear in winter, and secondly, you�re acting like a total Snape."

"A what?"

"Harry Potter reference. You wouldn�t understand. What�s up with you?"

"None of your business."

"I bet it has to do with that guy Al was talking about."

Ed faced the kid. "What guy?"

Wrath smirked. "That guy you work for. You know, the one in the military�or was it the one with the horse�."

"Huh? You mean the Colonel-bastard? His name�s Roy Mustang, just so you know. What about him?" Ed asked, trying to keep his voice even.

Wrath�s eyes widened in mock surprise. "You actually call him bastard and then remind me that the guy as a real name? You must be in love!"

Ed rolled his eyes. "You�re only 7, kid. What the hell do you know about love?"

"I know about love!" the boy countered indignantly. "At least everything Nina tells me."

"Nina? The one with the cooties?"

Wrath nodded. "Yeah. She says that when someone�s in love, they can�t sleep at night," he said, as if reciting a script.

"Is that right?" Ed asked indifferently.

"Yep. And she says that when someone�s in love, they do stupid crazy things. Especially the guys."

Ed�s eyebrows quirked up. "Stupid things? Like what?"

Wrath shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe like, if you give one girl a pack of Skittles, when you know you were supposed to give it to a different girl. But Nina�s just a chick. What does she know?"
With this, the boy closed his eyes and drifted to sleep. Try as he might, Ed couldn�t do the same. He pillowed his head on his hands and glanced around his room.

He had hated the house when he had moved in. It was a nice house, but for the first two weeks, it had smelled like �him�. That bastard. That same smell had lingered even longer back at home in Risembool, but with time it had faded away. The moment Ed had walked in he had wanted to heave, that smell was so disgusting.

But Roy�s smell�he wanted to smell it one more time. Or the taste of Roy�s skin�
Ed had dated many girls back in Risembool, some more seriously than others. Women could be very intoxicating, giving you a kind of sugar rush. They were like fruits and candy. So damn delicious.

But Roy�

Ed had imagined that kissing a man would be disgusting, but he had been so wrong. Roy was�.he was�He was like the sunset, the rain and gave the same rush Ed felt when racing. Everything about loving a man was so much stronger. The embrace, the kiss�the sex�

Thinking about what happened between them only a few days earlier made something ache inside Ed�s chest. He could almost swear that it would be less painful if someone just shot him and put him out of his misery. And Ed knew that if he didn�t pull his act together, he would most likely get himself shot. Or worse.

Ed leaned on his elbows and looked down on the boy sleeping so innocently next to him. Looking at Wrath reminded Ed why he had to stay strong. He wanted to make sure that both Wrath and Al could sleep without care, and he had sworn to do anything to protect his family. Even pay any price demanded with his own blood.

"You shouldn�t be scared. That�s the whole reason I�m out here, right? To protect you?"

Ed knew that if Roy ever were to find out he was a member of the Ouroboros, even if he was one against his will, then the lead racer wouldn�t care even if he bled. Roy hated the Alchemists and the mafia. He loved no one but himself.

Ed rolled over onto his side and attempted to sleep once again.

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