Flame and Fullmetal 300 km/h

A/N: I am so sorry or not updating until now! I had the worst case of writer’s block and couldn’t type a single, whole sentence for the longest time. If it wasn’t for KansouAme, there would probably still not be an update. *bows down to KansouAme* So, special thanks to KansouAme, who by the way is my new beta reader! Love you honey!

To answer reviews:
veralynn, I am happy that you like the fic and even though it’s kinda long you don’t demand more lemon and lime. But there will be one last lemon before the fic ends. The Candy Made Me Do It, if you share some candy, maybe I can update faster *winks*. Koneko, sorry for the cliffhanger and sorry for going to have to disappoint you and give you angst instead of a healthy portion of lemon. mina glad you liked the b/j, it just came in to my mind one rainy night when I was driving home from a friend and I just ended up writing it down. Pauline, thank you for reminding me why you loved the fic, and I’ll try to keep making you happy. Sasurto, wow, you really had some reading to catch up with! Thanks for taking the challenge of starting a fic that is so far along. michelle, Jenny walking in on Ed and Roy did cross my mind, but then something even better came along…critt and Mazy3261, thank you!

Now, you have been waiting a long time for this so be sure to enjoy!


Chapter 30; Don’t Wanna Know

Ed was furiously trying to get dressed, his cell phone in his lap. Roy was looking quite aggravated and Ed couldn’t blame him. Instead of another session of sex in the car, Ed had to ask Roy to drive him home. It hadn’t been easy for Ed either, his pants felt horribly tight and the state their heavy petting had left him in was quite obvious. At least Roy had had the decency to redo his pants and not drive with his erection poking out of his pants. It was already too tempting to tell Roy to pull over and continue where they had left off.

Moment earlier, they had been in the most intimate embrace. But suddenly, someone had called Ed on his phone. For the first minutes, both had ignored the vibrating, flashing and noisy phone, but then Ed had realized somebody really might be trying to get in touch with him. When he had answered it had been a man trying to sell him something. Ed had been furious to say the least. He had thought Al had been in an accident or something just as horrible, and if that hadn’t been a mood killer then the fifty-something man telling Ed he needed the newest model of something. Ed had hung up with a growl and was going to turn his phone off to prevent more distractions but then he had noticed that he had a message. Upon reading it he had understood that Scar had something very important to tell him. Ed had gotten the same kind of message the day Teacher had been in an accident eight years ago while pregnant with Wrath.

And if interrupted by a telephone-marketer had not turned Roy off, then hearing that Scar wanted to talk to Ed ASAP was enough to make him lose his erection.

Roy pulled over at Ed’s house just as Ed gave up on fixing his hair. He was going straight to bed anyway. It was already late and Ed figured he’d call Scar early in the morning and invite the detective for breakfast at Ed’s house to discuss whatever had gotten the normally cool guy so….upset. Ed had honestly thought Scar would spend the night with Riza, but after sending such a strange message he doubted it. Something was wrong and it made Ed worried.

He felt Roy touch is cheek and he smiled, leaning over to kiss Roy in apologize. “Don’t make such a face,” Roy said and stroke a strand of Ed’s blond hair behind the blond’s ear. “It seems important.”

Ed just nodded, Roy’s gentle gesture caused him to lose his ability to speak. It was like in the kitchen the week before while babysitting Wrath. A feeling he didn’t recognize. But it was a good feeling. Just as he opened the door to get out Roy grabbed his arm. Ed turned to him, quirking his brow when Roy looked like he wanted to say something. After a moment of silence Roy pulled Ed back and leaned in for a long kiss, leaving Roy breathless as he whispered in Ed’s ear: “Tomorrow night at my place, okay?” Ed instantly stole one last kiss. It was a definite “yes”.

Walking around the car, Ed could see Roy lean back in the driver’s seat, licking his lips to savor the taste he would be missing the entire day. As Ed unlocked the front door he heard Roy’s car speed off down the street towards his apartment inside town. Ruffling his already messy hair Ed sighed, followed by a yawn. He rubbed his temples, trying to stay focused for a few more minutes.

“I need to set the alarm and make a note to call Scar when I wake up.” He noted to himself out loud as he headed for the stairs. He felt a chill run down his back, as if someone was watching him or a window was open somewhere in the house.

“Neither will be necessary, Edward,” came a low voice from the other side of the living room. Ed was so startled he missed the first step of the stairs but caught himself before he almost fell on his face. Wide eyed, suddenly fully alarmed and awake, he glanced around the room. All lights were out and the only light came from the huge window. Seeing the window was open explained the cold air. But the red eyes that gleamed through the smoke rising from the ember of a cigarette, explained the chill running down his back.

“Scar?” Ed asked. Slowly his amber eyes started to adjust to the lack of light. He moved as carefully as a cat, maneuvering his way passed couches, the coffee tables and armchair, but somehow managed to trip on the carpet. For the second time that night he caught himself before falling on his face.

“Scar,” Ed began and he straightened himself. “You…do you know how late….are you doing…I mean, what are you doing here this late?” Ed said as he finally was able to form a decent sentence. “I was planning on calling you in the morning the moment I got up, I swear! I’d even set the alarm and if Al wouldn’t wake me early it would and then I would call and then—“

“Save it,” Scar cut Ed off, stopping the obviously lightheaded blond from blabbering any more half decent sentences from those kiss stung lips. Scar took a deep drag of his cigarette and studied Ed. “You were out with Roy.” It wasn’t a question. “God knows what you were doing if it took you this long to get back home from that place filled with criminals.”

“And what the hell were you doing at that ‘place filled with criminals’?” Ed asked, mock-repeating Scar statement. He felt like he was sixteen again and getting scolded for staying out late and getting into trouble. While Ed tried to move the discussion away from him and Roy, he didn’t realize he was steering himself to the topic Scar wanted to talk about.

Scar shook his head. Really, Ed’s possible relationship with Roy was merely a thorn in his foot when he had a knife in his back named Archer and one of Central’s police department bullet in his ass. Not to mention the killer head ache…

But protecting the Elric brothers was his first priority, especially Ed. “I don’t want you to ever go back to Mustang’s garage,” he said, his tone serious as the grave. “I don’t want you to even meet the people working there. Am I understood?”

Ed blinked. Not only had Scar’s tone of voice shocked him and the ridiculous demands confused him, but Scar was pulling the father-figure card which infuriated Ed to no point.

“What the hell?!” Was Ed’s answer.

“You heard me.” Scar lit another cigarette, blowing out the first puff of smoke as Ed smashed his hands down on the windowsill. The ashtray Scar had been using fell down and shattered as it hit the ground, the ashes and cigarettes soiling the flowers growing under the window in the backyard.

“Why the hell are you telling me this?” Ed demanded.

When Scar was pretty sure Ed didn’t look like the blond was going to hit him, he answered: “Because Roy Mustang is a criminal.”

“And you’re a cop. Of course you think he is a criminal!” Ed barked and threw his arms in the air. He however quickly realized to control himself. Ed didn’t know if Al was home and asleep and he didn’t ant Al to have to listen to this. “He races on the streets, so do I. Does that make me a criminal as well?” Ed spoke in a more quiet voice. “I know he did some things in the past, but you said you were his friend. That means you were in on whatever he was in on, right? And you’re a cop now, so it couldn’t have been anything serious, right?” Ed knew he sounded desperate to prove that Roy was misjudged. Standing there before Scar’s all-too-knowing eyes reminded Ed about how little he actually knew about Roy Mustang.

“You or I never killed anyone,” Scar answered. Before Ed could say out loud what his expression already told Scar, the detective pulled out a file filled with reports and pictures. He gave the file to Ed and gave the blond a nod to tell him it was alright to read it even if there were big, red letters that spelled ‘Classified’ on the cover. Scar had already removed the worst and secret information, and what little was left would be enough proof to back up what he was going to tell Ed, or just serve as something to keep Ed’s hands busy instead of punching him.

“These are about the hijackings in the news,” Ed concluded after reading the first page.

“This case was the reason I came to Central. Their police department wanted me for my experience in the field,” Scar told Ed.

Ed quirked a brow. “I didn’t know traffic violations and hijackings were your ‘field’,” Ed said suspiciously.

“Every time it’s the same,” Scar explained to avoid answering Ed. “At least three black race cars surround a truck on a desolated highway, force it to a stop and then attack the drivers and other passengers. In the last three months there have been ten hijackings and eight people have been killed.” Scar used such a serious tone Ed could not but listen intently to each word, finding the exact same statement in the reports. “The hijackers took DVD players, stereos…all together worth a total of $7 million.”

Scar scanned Ed’s face, trying to find any clues in Ed’s what-has-this-got-to-do-with-me-look. When he had mentioned the stolen goods Scar cold have sworn Ed had flinched. But to answer the look on Ed’s face, Scar said: “Edward, Roy Mustang is the main suspect.”

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Roy had pulled his car to a stop only a few blocks away from his apartment. He was talking n the phone, or actually, the other end was doing the talking and Roy just listened.
“And what the hell does this have to do with me?” Roy broke in. He could imagine how the frown on Envy’s face turned into an amused, wicked smirk.

Envy burst into malicious laughter. “Need I remind you that you practically sold me your soul? You would be dead if it wasn’t for me. Or worse…”

Roy growled low in his throat, already haven gotten point but Envy just continued: “I can just imagine you in jail, getting raped by murderers and rapists. A handsome guy like you…But I saved your sorry ass. I made sure you wouldn’t go to jail for the drugs. It cost me much money.”

“Money I have already paid up. I think $7 million is more than enough!”

Envy snorted on the other line. “We are partners. The money is split 30-70. And let’s not forget your little friends—“

“They have no ties to you!” Roy was almost panting. Envy was laughing at him, enjoying how he got Roy all wired up.

“Listen to me carefully, Mustang. I don’t care a damn. But you owe me, and you will pay it with your life. Now, be sure that the cars are ready. And if you are caught, then you will do the time.”

Roy had enough of threats and hung up. Grunting he leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. He really didn’t have any choice, did he?

He needed a distraction, anything that could help him escape from reality. He picked up his phone and searched Ed’s number, about to press the call button when he hesitated. He was sure that Envy knew about Ed, but Roy didn’t know if Ed knew what a prick his half-brother was. Roy was sure Ed couldn’t possibly have anything to do with the Ouroboros, but he was connected.

Roy shook his head. If he went to Ed he could accidentally take out his frustration on the blond. Luckily, Roy didn’t need to search or a distraction, she found him. His cell phone rang and Roy checked the caller’s ID. It was some random pay phone, probably a brat making prank calls.

“What the fuck do you want?” he demanded. His anger melted away and Roy smiled in spite of himself when he heard a familiar, woman’s voice.

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Ed couldn’t find the words to express what he felt. He wasn’t even sure he knew what he felt, but right then, the lips Roy had kissed felt bittersweet.

Scar had told Ed about how he arrived to Central and was assigned to work under cover. He had been chosen for the task because of his common history with Roy.

At some point Ed had slumped into the armchair and smoked a cigarette even though he had quit. He didn’t even bother to have the decency like Scar to smoke near a window. Ed’s mind was trying to figure out something, but the harder he tried the harder it was to find words. Scar had asked him five minutes ago what Ed would do, and Ed still hadn’t answered the detective’s question. Those five minutes felt like hours, the silence between them was thicker than the grey smoke rising to the ceiling from their cigarettes. The blond could tell that Scar was getting more impatient for every time Ed went through the file over and over again.

“Well, what are you going to do Edward? The quicker you get out of town, the better. I know that Alphonse has his studies here, but--”

“You just don’t get it do you?” Ed asked annoyed. “There’s no way Roy, Winry and the guys are behind the hijackings. And Riza! Was that all an act as well?”

Scar knew Ed was upset. It was only natural that the blond was in denial and played the guilty-card on him. Still…”You have seen the file. The evidence is overwhelming! And when the police are able to connect Mustang to the cars or stolen goods, they will put him and his crew in jail for theft and murder.”

“Roy’s not a murderer!” Ed exclaimed and shot up from his seating place. His lit cigarette fell to the floor. Ed was too occupied to glare at Scar to notice, but he reacted when the smell of burnt textile reached his nose. He cursed and stomped his foot to put the ember out. Scar stood himself but didn’t move closer. For one: it wasn’t a house fire. And two: Ed might feel the urge to kick him or stomp his foot while the blond was at it.

Ed cursed again, looking at the black hole in the middle of the expensive carpet. But a lecture from Al was the least of his worries. “Roy would never hurt someone over money,” Ed told himself.

Scar moved his hand slowly, something he had learned in police training. But he wasn’t reaching for his gun undetected. He caught Ed’s attention when he brought his hand up and ran it through his short hair. It wasn’t a very Scar-like thing to do, but it did remind Ed of the scar on the older man’s face.

“You mean: Roy would never hurt you,” Scar corrected Ed. “I was his friend, Edward. When two guys are raised on the streets, ‘friend’ is not a term used lightly. Drugs, women, cops…he had my back and I had his. But the moment he thought I had traded him for freedom, he did not hesitate.”

Ed tried to swallow, his mouth felt dry suddenly. ‘A battle wound fit for a soldier’, were the words Scar had used to explain the scar on his face when Ed was a kid. Then it was ‘a police thing gone badly’. Now Ed knew what it was. The price of betrayal. The mark of the traitor.

“Roy….” Ed struggled to form the horrible sentence. “He was the one who…?”

“Edward, no matter how things are, you and I are connected.” Scar explained slowly and calmly. “And when I bring Roy down, he will believe you sold him out.”

“No, he would know better—“ Ed started but Scar stopped him with a stern glare that told Ed that he was just plain naïve.

“Edward, you are not listening to me. Roy has been in jail, and I’m certain he doesn’t want to go back there again. Remember when I told you he had friends somewhere higher up than justice? He also has even more dangerous friends in the underworld.”

Scar was slowly losing his patience with the blond fooled by love. Here he was trying to tell Ed that he and his brother were in danger, but the blond was just shook his head as if nothing made sense to him.

“Did he tell you he’s an Alchemist?” Scar had not wanted to use the last straw because he knew how highly Ed valued the truth. Bu finally he had gotten Ed’s full attention, those amber eyes wide, disbelief written on his young face. “Colonel Roy Mustang, an officer with an illegal gun, practicing their own sense of justice in the underworld.”

Scar made a dramatic pause. It wasn’t to make him look like the ‘good cop’. He was as rotten as they came. Scar had already broken most of the game rules you followed when you went under cover. One was never to let outsiders get involved. Another - and most important - was never to get your own feelings involved. Looking at Ed, he knew the same hell was waiting for him as well.

When Scar was sure most of what he had just said had sunk in, he continued even though he felt that he had little strength left to do so. “Think carefully Ed. I know you were downstairs in the garage, and that you have not mentioned it makes me wonder what you found down there. Actually, I don’t need to wonder, I know.” Scar tried to see Ed in the eyes, wanting to know if the blond was listening, if Ed understood how serious his situation was. “I can understand that you want to protect him and your friends. What I can’t understand is how you can’t see the danger you are putting yourself in. You have seen how little an Alchemist hesitates before pulling out a gun and pulling the trigger. After you had a fucking gun to your head, after all I have told you…are you still so sure Roy could not have killed someone? That he would never hurt you?”

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Al blinked. With a groan he rolled to his side and checked his alarm clock. He didn’t really register what time it was, only that someone was knocking on his door. While Al was a morning person, he was not a wake-me-in-the-middle-of-the-night person. Al got up yawning, making sure he was decently dressed and dragged his feet across the floor all the way to the door. He opened his bedroom door but didn’t find anyone there. Looking to the left there was nothing but an empty hallway. He thought he might have smelled cigarette smoke in the air but wasn’t sure. Maybe his brother was smoking outside and Al had left a window open somewhere. Looking to his right he found the source of all the noise. He wasn’t sure why scar was there in he middle of the night or why he was knocking rather loudly on Ed’s bedroom door.

“Edward, open up.” Scar demanded and grasped the door knob. “Ed, come on. Open up.” He tried to pull the door open but when it would not budge he pounded his fist against it a few times. “Edward, just open up for fuck’s sake.”

“Scar?” Al said. “Is brother alright?”

Scar looked up, noticing he must have caused Al to wake up. “He’s just upset with me,” Scar explained and glared at the door. “We had a fight.” Scar was actually surprised Al had not awoken sooner considering the amount of yelling Ed had been doing only moments ago downstairs before he escaped with tears in his eyes in to the privacy of his room and made sure to lock the door. Scar had not been expecting the behavior of a teen, but he should not have been surprised to hear no sounds from inside the blond’s bedroom. He could almost picture Ed going in to his own bathroom and pick up a razor blade and…

“Is brother crying?” Scar looked at Al who was leaning against the wall. “When he is angry or upset he gets loud, but when he is sad or crying he gets rally quiet.”

Scar sighed, glancing at the door. He should have known better. He should have known Ed. Without making another scene he told Al to go back to sleep and promised the lock the door after he showed himself out. That and close the window he opened for smoking.

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Ed clutched the pillows with his hands and pressed his face in to the feathery softness. He almost couldn’t breath. But at that moment, he would rather suffocate than let those sobs hurting his throat pass his lips and echo in his room.

He didn’t know what to think. The whole situation was just hopeless to say the least.

The police believed that Roy and the crew were the ones hijacking trucks and killing the drivers. Scar was working undercover to put Ed’s friends in jail, among them Scar’s own girlfriend.
The scar on the detective’s forehead…

But only one thing made Ed feel sick to the bone. Roy was and Alchemist. That meant Roy had been lying to him from the very beginning.

Ed felt new tears form at the corner of his eyes and pressed his face deeper in to the pillow.
His own chocked sobs rang in his head and he did not register that so was his phone ringing on the bed. Ed rolled onto his back and dried his eyes with the back of his hand. He checked the caller’s ID but couldn’t read it because his eyes were still blurry from crying. He thought about ignoring the call, but out of instinct he slowly pressed the ‘answer’ button and brought the phone to his ear.

The voice on he other line made his heart skip a beat.

“Ed? Are you there?”

Ed didn’t answer.

“Ed?” The blond could tell Roy was growing aggravated. He knew he should answer.

“Yeah, I’m here.” Ed said meekly, drying his eyes again, feeling them sting.

Roy skipped the entire what-was-that-about and spoke his errand. “I have to cancel tomorrow night…or tonight…hell, what time is it? I only called to tell you that something came up and…” It felt as if Roy waited for the more-important-than-me? interrogation but it never came. Ed didn’t want to hear any more lies about where Roy was or what he was doing. Roy too must have felt awkward when the line was silent. “I mean I can’t see you, okay?”

Ed hung up on the lead racer. He wasn’t even sure he knew why he did it. Moment later his phone rang again. This time he saw that t was Roy calling him. Ed didn’t answer, just let it ring. If he had bothered to count how many tones Roy waited he would have been surprised.

Roy had his pride. A blond had hung up on him and he had even called back but been ignored. There would me no second call. But there was another call on Ed’s phone.

By that time Ed’s clouded mind had become a little clearer. With a tired sigh the blond checked the caller’s ID. Maybe subconsciously he wanted Roy to call one last time. But it wasn’t Roy; it was some kind of private number.

“Hello?” Ed said, clearly in no mood to talk to anyone.

“Good night, Fullmetal,” came a sultry voice from the other end.

Ed sat up in bed, recognizing that seductive tone even in his tired and worn state.

“It’s in the middle of the fucking night,” Ed hissed, really not in the mood to have to deal with the Ouroboros, reminding him of his biggest problem besides Roy lying to him.

“I thought you might be awake,” Lust said and Ed could imagine how her dark painted lips formed an amused smile. “Are you alone?” Ed grunted a reply. “Good, because I called to inform you about an important meeting you have, and that it would kill you to miss it.”

From that point on, Ed listened so intently he could make out how Lust delicately took a drag from a silk cut cigarette and how the thin, almost white smoke escaped past her luscious lips.

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