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New Year's Resolutions	By : Saranwyn Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male > Roy/Ed Views: 1478 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The town where Edward had been sent was barely big enough to be called a town. Its total population was probably only a little more than 100 people. Of course, that had its ups and downs. It meant for sure that whoever had the most power among the people was probably the leader of the rebel group, but it also meant that infiltrating the group would be hard, as well-known as he was, and there was no hope of a sneak attack. So, Edward had stopped in South City, dropped off Al, and disguised himself. His hair was now dyed bright red and he’d done away with his usual outfit in favor of a light green tank top – looser than his usual black – a blue jacket to cover his arms, black gloves, loose, dark green pants, and brown boots. Looking in the mirror, he’d hardly have recognized himself.
Now, as he approached the tiny spec of relative civilization on foot – the last train stop was about twenty miles north in a slightly larger town – he hoped his disguise would work. If things went poorly, he couldn’t count on anyone’s help to get him out of it. Not that he needed help, he didn’t, but sometimes it was nice to have someone, just in case. People whispered and stared at him as he made his way through the town to an inn. He pushed open the door and welcomed the warmth on his stinging, frigid face. Smiling, he walked over to the bar and sat down, combing his fingers through his hair to get it out of his face.
“What can I get for you, boy?” the bartender asked, leaning against the counter. It was not quite sunset, so Edward figured he had a little time before the taproom filled up.
“I’ll just have a water,” he replied. Even if he was old enough to drink, he wanted to be on his wits.
“You expecting trouble?” the older man asked as he got Edward his water. The teen grinned. At least now he knew the portly, greying man didn’t seem opposed to the idea of under-aged drinking. That was valuable information.
“Nah, but I like to be ready, just in case.” He took the offered mug and took a gulp. Walking all day had really taken it out of him, though he’d gotten pretty used to doing crazy things for his missions. “Besides, I’ve been walking all day. I don’t feel much like drinking or doing much of anything.”
“Walking all day? You in a hurry to get somewhere?”
“Not really. I’m just…taking a bit of a vacation.”
“Oh? Well, how far are you planning to go?”
“I don’t know. Might go all the way down to Aerugo.”
“That far! By foot? You know, you could’ve gotten a car to take you or taken a different train route east of here…”
“I know, but I thought maybe the journey would be good for me. You know, I’m trying to…get away a little bit.” Edward took another drink. He had to play his cards right. Come off as too willing with information and he’d be suspected right away. Too stingy and they’d pass him right up and usher him on his way.
“Aren’t you worried about those terrorists in this area?” The Fullmetal Alchemist lifted a brow. Now that was a pivotal question.
“Ah, they only attack those military dogs, right? I got nothing to worry about, if that’s the case. From what I heard they leave anyone non-military alone, right?”
“I guess that’s for you to judge. If you think you’re safe, I won’t discourage you from traveling on your own.”
“Well, I’ve got no one for company at the moment, so I don’t have much of an option. You got anything to eat? I’m starving.”
“Sure, how about some beef stew?”
“Sounds great. How much? I’m a little strapped for cash at the moment.” The barkeeper’s eyes narrowed slightly and then he smiled.
“Free if you stay a day and work the bar tomorrow during the slow hours.” Edward pretended to ponder the offer for a while as if weighing his options.
“Alright, but I can’t stay too long. I want to keep moving,” he conceded. The barkeeper nodded understandingly and got him his stew. Edward dug in excitedly. After all, he hadn’t eaten all day. “Mmm! So good to finally eat!” he moaned his appreciation.
“Aren’t you young to be out here by yourself?” The teen’s amber eyes flashed up to meet the other man’s brown ones. He looked away.
“Um, yeah, I’m fifteen, so I’m not that young.” He noted the barkeeper’s dubious look but pretended to ignore it. “So what about sleeping arrangements? Am I out on the street or can I convince you to refer me to a free bed somewhere?”
“I’ll put you up for the night, since I’m making you stay. Can’t really kick a kid out on the curb, now can I?”
“You wouldn’t be the first, and you probably won’t be the last,” the Alchemist replied casually. The door opened and he cast a suspicious glance over his shoulder. The barkeeper grinned and waved.
“Hey, Liam. Someone beat you here, for once.” The newcomer, Liam, sat down right next to Edward and scanned him down, obviously appraising him. He was a tall, thin man with narrow, grey eyes – hauntingly familiar - and thick, coal-black hair that just barely brushed his shoulders. He had a wolfish smile and a cold, calculating gaze. Actually, he looked unnervingly like Colonel Mustang.
“Who’s this kid?” he asked. Edward frowned slightly. Talking about me as if I’m not even here…how annoying. Sounds like something Mustang would do, too. Just what I needed. Someone who reminded me of him…
“Traveler. He walked all the way down here from our next door neighbors,” the barkeeper replied.
“Thomas Quinn,” Edward introduced himself, offering his left hand to the man. Liam tilted his head curiously but took it.
“Liam Bishop,” he replied. “You left handed?”
“Yeah, sorry. You’d think I’d have broken the habit by now, but some things just stick with you,” the teen replied. He’d rather not have anyone find out about his automail, if he could avoid it. The less there was to connect him to Edward Elric, the better.
“How long are you in town?”
“Just a day to pay off my debt for room and board, then I plan to keep heading south.” The barkeeper brought Liam a drink and settled back down against the bar.
“What brings you down this far?” He’s pretty pushy with the questions and offering no information about himself. He’s probably used to being in charge. Maybe this is just my lucky day…Edward noted.
“Spontaneous vacation.”
“On foot?”
“What can I say? I’m a free spirit.” Soon after that, the inn filled up and Edward was left on his own. A few more people chatted with him, but none of them were very pushy. However, the teen couldn’t help but notice that Liam and a group of men and women he was sitting with were watching him. It also didn’t take him long to notice that the person of real influence in the bar – which probably translated to the entire town – was Liam, himself. The man drank free – either on the house or paid for by others – and he seemed constantly surrounded by people without actually being too involved with them. From what Edward gathered over the night, the governor of the town, a man named Callis, had lost public face in some fraud or another and Liam, the prosecutor for the town had stepped up during the chaos, quickly gaining public favor. Now, he was the de facto mayor, legality aside.
The only other person that really stood out was a woman who sat in the corner, drank water, and spoke to no one. On occasion, her startlingly green eyes would lock with Liam’s, but only for a moment and then they’d continue scanning the room. Her brown hair was pulled back into a tight bun, accentuating her strong jaw and broad features. Edward also noticed that she spent a decent amount of time watching him in a way that made him feel like a mouse in a snake cage. Looks like I’ve found the root of this rebellion, he thought. This is easier than I thought it’d be. I hope this isn’t some sort of false start.
After several hours of sitting their, sipping his water and listening to the chatter and feeling those unnerving eyes on his back – he swore the look Liam had in his eyes was so much like Mustang’s – Edward got the barkeeper to show him his room. He went in, shut the door, and sagged against it, his eyes falling shut. If the colonel was thin and bookish, he swore he’d look just like Liam. Just my luck, he thought glumly. Even when I’m away from him, that idiot’s got to haunt me! Groaning, he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, undress, and crawl into bed, exhausted. Please, he prayed silently. Please don’t let me dream of Mustang. But even as he started to fade from consciousness, an image of his colonel rose up in his mind’s eye, and he knew his wish wouldn’t be granted.
“Edward,” Mustang murmured into his ear. “It gets you hot when I dress like this, doesn’t it?” The boy shuddered and suppressed the urge to answer emphatically, “yes!” The colonel chuckled breathily. “You know, I got all dressed up just for you. Just so you could enjoy taking it off of me.” Edward moaned and crushed their lips together, grinding his hips against the older man’s. “That is…unless you’d prefer me to keep them on.” Edward broke the kiss, panting harshly. He could imagine it now: the silk rubbing against his bare skin, all rumpled and stained with sweat and semen while the older man ploughed into him; his hair no longer impeccably slicked back but disheveled and glistening with sweat and hair gel; hard, plastic buttons pressing into his back when his lover leaned over to suck on his neck.
“Oh, that!” he pleaded, clinging to Mustang’s jacket. “I want that!” The colonel smirked that wicked, beautiful smirk of his and gave the boy a butterfly-soft kiss, just a fleeting brush of the lips that left Edward feeling parched for more.
“Anything for you, my kinky, little sex-fiend,” he murmured, his teasing far more loving than usual. Edward even forgot to get angry at being called little. Suddenly, he was being stripped of his clothes, his skin caressed all over. A whimper escaped his lips as a large, calloused hand wrapped around his erection. “You like that?” Mustang purred, rubbing up and down slowly. The blonde fisted his hands into the man’s jacket, his lips parted in deep, gasps of pleasure. The colonel’s other hand was on his waist, pulling him close. “What else? Tell me more of what you want.” Edward forced the man away so that he could turn around and get on his hands and knees suggestively. He heard a groan of pleasure behind him and the sound of pants unzipping.
“Yes, please,” he panted. Mustang pushed into him in one, hard thrust, causing his back to arch with pleasure. “Ah! R-Roy!”
“Edward. Oh, Ed. You feel amazing. Call out my name again.” He pulled out and pushed back in quickly, building up a steady rhythm.
“Roy! Roy!” the boy cried out shamelessly with each thrust, unable to hold back. Mustang latched onto his neck, sucking on the sensitive flesh there. Their bodies writhed against each other, slamming together and pulling apart only to come together again. Their breaths came in deep, ragged pants. And those large, calloused hands were everywhere, and it just felt so good, and Ed knew he couldn’t last long,
“You can come,” Roy whispered. “You can come as much as you want, so don’t hold back. You will be sated, I promise.” Edward screamed with the force of his released as he convulsed in on himself, almost collapsing except for one of Mustang’s arms wrapping firmly around him to support him. “I love you, Edward,” the black-haired man whispered, still moving in and out of him. “I love you!”
Edward jolted awake, sweating and panting. He moaned and sat up, groaning at the sticky mess on the sheets. Just great, he thought sarcastically. Then, he heard the doorknob jiggle. His mind raced through a billion possibilities and responses. But in the end, he decided to just lie back down, close his eyes, and see what was going to happen. The door creaked open, but he forced himself not to react.
“He’s asleep,” a voice whispered.
“Good. Grab him and his clothes and bring him,” a deep baritone replied. Sounds like Mustang, Edward thought dimly.
“Isn’t it a little early for this, Liam? I mean, isn’t it risky?”
“He’s a kid, Sveta, and it’s not like I’m about to tell him everything. I’m just going to scare him a little, ask him some questions, see how he responds. We’re low on numbers, so we need to take a little chance.”
“We’re vulnerable so we should be even more careful.”
“Don’t argue with me. I know what I’m doing. Trust me.” Edward felt the blankets be pulled down and it was all he could do not to blush in humiliation. Ever since he’d started having frequent dreams about Mustang, he’d taken to sleeping naked, to avoid extra laundry. “I’ll get some boxers on him…and don’t gawk, he’s a teenage boy. It’s not uncommon.” He felt cool, smooth hands start to put his boxers on. At least one thing is different from Mustang, he thought.
“I wasn’t looking at that, Liam. I was more interested in his automail,” the other voice – Sveta, Edward presumed – replied.
“He’s pretty young to have it, isn’t he?”
“Yeah. Though I suppose all sorts of people have seen depravity.” Someone else took over, rougher hands, but slightly smaller. He was picked up and tossed over a pair of broad shoulders. “Ugh, he’s heavy for how small he is.”
“Automail probably accounts for most of that. I have his clothes. Let’s go.” Edward stayed limp, praying he wasn’t making the wrong decision.
“He sleeps like a rock, if this hasn’t woken him up, yet.”
“Or he’s faking,” Liam replied. “Either way is fine.” The Fullmetal Alchemist wanted to swear at having been so easy to anticipate for the other man.
“Why would he be faking?”
“If I were him, I’d fake sleeping. No doubt he’s heard about the anti-government activities in this area. And from what he said, it sounds like he’s a criminal on the run. He’s probably hoping to get sanctuary from us. Of course, he can’t come out and ask, just in case we aren’t who he thinks we might be, so it’s best to let us make the first move, see who we really are, and make a move from there. He’s confessed nothing, so he’s forced us to play our hand first. It’s pretty clever actually.” Edward felt a swell of pride before he remembered that just because Liam sounded like Mustang didn’t mean he was as hard to impress.
“Should I knock him out, just in case?”
“No. It’s fine. There’s no harm in him being awake as long as he’s not struggling.” He felt himself laid down on the cold ground and he opened his eyes, sitting up.
“Can I have my clothes back?” he asked. Liam was grinning as he tossed Edward his clothes. Quickly, the boy put them on.
“So, you were awake all along. I thought you might’ve been. Someone who’s on the run usually sleeps pretty lightly.”
“What do you want?” the teen asked, pulling on his gloves.
“I think we can help each other. Why don’t you settle down here for a bit?”
“What makes you think I’d want to settle down?”
“You’re running from someone, aren’t you?”
“And if I am?”
“What did you do?”
“I did what I needed to survive. The military took everything from me, my family, my home, my shop. They didn’t leave me much choice, so I robbed a bank. My sister was in the hospital and I needed to pay the bill.”
“Don’t you think the military should pay for its crimes? Think about the number of people, just like you, who can’t defend themselves. We’ll protect you if you stay here and help us.” Edward pretended to hesitated, frowning slightly. “Think about it. I’ll come for your answer tomorrow, so don’t leave without seeing me again. If you choose to continue running, we won’t hold it against you.”
“I’ll think about it,” the teen replied. He didn’t want to seem to eager, after all. “Where did you take me?”
“The cellar of the bar. Sorry for waking you.”
“You didn’t. I was already awake. Now, if you don’t mind…” Edward walked off. Perfect. This was so much easier than I thought it would be. Of course, once I’m in, that’s when it will get hard. I’ll have to win their trust somehow…Liam caught his hand, and he turned. The man looked truly sympathetic.
“I’m sorry to hear about your sister. That kind of thing…is not something someone as young as you should have to endure. You have my condolences.” The State Alchemist smiled half-heartedly.
“Yeah.”
“May I ask…about your automail?”
“I’ll save that story for if I join you. How about that?” The man’s hand tightened slightly as he smiled gently.
“I look forward to you joining us, then.” Then, he released Edward, and the boy hurried off. Well, his personality is nothing like Mustang’s! he thought. He’s so much nicer. He went to his room and wrinkled his nose, yanking his sheets off his bed before digging around in the linen closet to find an extra set. He’d do laundry tomorrow. Right now, he just wanted to go back to sleep and hopefully not dream.
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