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Unsettling Affairs	By : xkesshoux Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1906 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Each
individual chapter will have a different rating, different pairings,
different spoilers, and a different setting and timeline. Multiple
people were involved in writing this fic, I do not claim to have
written anything other than my own characters. I do however claim to
have come up with the plot, story idea, and organizing it all. The
others who write characters in this fic are well aware that I am
posting it, and contribute willingly. This fic is an ongoing project
with an unknown number of parts, with alternate storyline as of the
fifth laboratory incident. Enjoy!

Right
and Wrong

Rating:
R (Language, smut...yay..)
Pairings: Do I need to keep
saying this over and over?
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.
Don't sue meeeee!
Spoilers: Hell if I know anymore
:D
Setting: Anderm Hotel, Central City.
Timeline:
Day after the previous section.

Lisa's
foot tapped impatiently. "No, Jean, I don't care if
you've only had four and a half cups of coffee... you need to cut
back, anway... don't dare argue with me, you stupid cat – no! I
want the three of you over here in forty-five minutes, or so help me,
I'll disconnect Ed and throw his bits in the dustbin!"

There was
a bit of screaming on the other end of the line, not quite loud
enough to be understood, but loud enough to be heard. Apparently, Ed
was just as impatient at the moment.

Lisa's
eye twitched. "There. So shut up and get over here, but don't
break any laws doing it." She hung up to the sound of Havoc
yelling at Ed to shut the hell up.

Dull grey
eyes stared blankly at the coffee table, then glanced over towards
the woman still standing near the phone, then to the scratched and
roughed up silver pocketwatch on the side table. "He is
coming..."

"And
you wouldn't be able to stop him with explosives," Izumi
commented from the adjoining women's room. She tied her hair back
neatly. "I'm not sure if..."

"It's
too late now," Lisa said tartly. "The only thing we can do
is wait and watch."

"How
long has it been..." Dull grey continued to stare down at the
similarly dulled watch. It seemed to have stopped ticking a while
ago. Perhaps it was when Edward had been brought back. It really
didn't matter to Alphonse.

Both
women ignored im, though Izumi did spare him a sad glance. They were
too busy planning escape routes in case a little time bomb named
Edward decided to go off.

There was
a rather loud knock on the door, followed by a yelp and muffled
cursing. Alphonse looked up slowly. "I think..."

Lisa
winced at a smothered 'Goddamn gopher' and a giggle that sounded
suspiciously like Mustang that drifted through the door. "Al,
please stand up and be polite. It's not nice to be rude to your elder
brother."

"Do
I really have to..." came the slightly deadpan reply.

The two
women chorused a definate 'YES' and Lisa prodded him till he stood
up.

There was
more incessant banging at the door, and a voice that was obviously
Edward's screaming. "ARE YOU SURE THIS IS THE RIGHT ROOM?"

Lisa
winced. "The door's open, moron!" she yelled.

A split
second later, Ed came tumbling through the door, falling flat on his
face. Thank you Jean, you didn't have to do that. "What the HELL
was that for! You just wanted to watch me fall on my face didn't
you!"

Poking
his head through the door, Havoc grinned, semi-smug. "Yes that
was a perk. Hope you had a nice trip."

Ed just
glared up at him. "Shut up...just shut up... And THIS is what I
get for letting you just SLEEP last night!"

From
across the room, Alphonse just gazed in what anyone else would see as
a bored manner.

"I'm
not going to bump my head in the dust to you, that's for damn sure,"
Havoc retorted.

All Havoc
got in response was a blank, confused golden stare.

Havoc
rolled his eyes. "Go say hello to your brother."

Ed
blinked, sitting up and looking around. He'd been wondering distantly
just why he hadn't been tackled yet, when golden eyes finally looked
past Lisa and Izumi to the boy standing behind them. It had only been
a month or a little more since Al had disappeared, but he looked so
much different, the older Elric could only stare.

Lisa
cleared her throat, tugging Alphonse forward. "Ed, say hello to
your brother."

Edward
scrambled to his feet, taking a few steps towards Al. The heavy
atmosphere in the room was almost making it hard to breathe. The more
he looked at Al, the more Ed found entirely wrong with this
picture. "H-hey...Aru...what's up with this gloomy shit, huh?"

Alphonse
just continued to look, without really caring. "Edward...how
long..." he looked somewhat angrily over at Izumi. "Do I
really have to do this..."

Izumi
sighed while both Lisa and Havoc managed to sidle out to the
connected room. "Yes, Al. You do. You both deserve and need to
know about the other."

"I
don't care..." Al proceeded to return to the couch to stare at
the watch on the table, simply tired of the way Edward just fucking
stared. For some reason, sympathy had begun to piss him off.

Having
managed to recover finally from being knocked on his ass for laughing
earlier, Roy wasn't sure he really wanted to be there. Seeing
Alphonse like that sent a chill down his spine. He could only imagine
what it was doing to Ed.

Safely in
the other room, Havoc hissed at the other chimera, "What the
hell happened to the kid, Lisa? He's... not right at all!"

She
shrugged her shoulders. "Equivalent exchange."

Ed looked
from Al to Izumi, trying to hide confusion and hurt with skepticism.
"Oh, come on, Al, you've always sucked at acting, you're not
fooling me at all, quit with the joke already..." Golden eyes
focused on Izumi. "This is a joke right? You're just trying to
freak me out..."

Roy put a
hand on Ed's shoulder, forcing himself not to just run away again. He
really wanted to just go in the other room like Havoc and Lisa
did, though.

"Ed,
this isn't a joke," Izumi said gently. "Your brother isn't
acting."

"Acting
is a waste of effort..." Al said, deadpan as ever, and still
staring at the table.

Edward
shook his head. "No, that can't be true... Then that's not my
brother, Al isn't like that!"

Roy's
grip tightened slightly.

Flat-eyed
and tightlipped, Havoc returned to the main room. "If anyone
needs me, I'm going to be blowing off a lot of steam." He left.

Lisa
followed him in. "Ed, I don't particularly think that that's Al.
At least, not the Al you knew."

Violet
flickered across gold. "What are you talking about...what's
going on here! What the hell happened to my little brother!"

Roy
silently cursed Jean for leaving him to deal with this himself. Sure,
he had Lisa and Izumi, and sure, they were both quite certainly very
strong women, but he was the emotional support, and the only
person who could stop Ed if he were to change again was definitely
Havoc.

"Bluntly
put, Ed, you did."

"You
people are so noisy..." Alphonse had taken to staring at his
hands.

Ed stood
frozen, staring straight ahead and slightly downwards. It was true...
if Al hadn't brought him back... He should have known the rebound
might not have been instantaneous... So then... "I...did
this...this is...my fault?" He swayed gently on his feet, vision
painfully clear even though he didn't want it to be, every little
sound was so loud, and Al's voice stung like salt on a fresh open
wound to his heart. He swayed a little more when the room started to
spin.

Roy shook
his head, resting his chin on Ed's shoulder and getting a grip around
the boy's waist. There was nothing he could even think to say, not
that saying anything would matter right now.

"It's
three or four people's fault. His, for insisting that he do it, even
though I told him not to. Mine, for letting him. Yours, for forcing
him to bring you back." Lisa's voice was flat and non-commital.

"I
didn't force anything...I never forced him to do anything...
You...you taught him, didn't you!" Violet-streaked golden
eyes flitted up to Lisa, colors sporadic. "I never made him do
anything!"

Roy did
his best to keep Ed from lunging. But if the boy changed again... He
would really rather not have another dose of broken ribs...

"Mustang,
please let Ed go and go find Jean," Lisa said, voice still
quiet. "He's sulking around this floor somewhere. I'm afraid we
may need the man soon if Ed continues to be bullheaded." She let
her gaze rest squarely on Ed. "No, I did not teach him. I
aided him, assisted him, and gave him books I had inherited from my
uncle and Dante."

Izumi's
voice was warning. "Lisa, be careful. You have no idea what's at
stake."

Roy did
as told, releasing Ed and swiftly leaving the room.

"That's
the same goddamn thing!" Once free of Roy's grasp, Edward shoved
Lisa aside roughly, sliding onto the couch over Al's lap and kissing
him roughly, he didn't even care who saw it. His voice was barely
above a whisper when he spoke up, the tears finally falling. "I
missed you for so long...why it had to be this way...it never was
supposed to be this way...I'm sorry, Aru..."

Ed's
right hand slowly moved up, a bit jerkily, to Al's neck. "I'm
sorry...I can't...I couldn't..." A smirk slowly curved the
corners of his lips. "Well now... I never thought I'd get to see
the younger one..."

Lisa
growled and motioned to Izumi. Both of the formidable alchemy women
grabbed Ed by the back of his shirt and hauled. A temporary measure,
but one good enough for the moment.

"Dammit,
Roy, hurry!" Lisa snarled, trying to keep her hold on the
writhing homunculus.

Alphonse
simply gazed blankly at Ed, and the two alchemy teachers. "Why
don't you just let him go..."

Blasphemy
purred, licking his lips. "Hello ladies... Come back to kick my
ass again? It's not going to work that way this time... He doesn't
want back out at all..."

Havoc's
very tired, slightly ticked voice asked snappishly, "Will you
just stop being such a nuisance?"

Blasphemy
grinned more broadly, slightly sharp teeth barely showing. "I
was taking a nice nap, and then the boy had the nerve to wake me up
just so he could go and hide... I dare say that it's not my fault."

Roy
clenched his jaw shut, memories of a few weeks past resurfacing at
that slightly insane tone to Ed's voice. A shiver ran down his spine.

"You're
more interesting than you were a moment ago..." Alphonse stood,
standing well within arms reach of Blasphemy. Bored looking grey eyes
looked the older boy up and down, then gazed absently into violet
eyes. "You look different, as well..."

Roy had
to quickly intervene before the pissed-off chimera could go for his
gun. "I'm so sick of these perverse and twisted freaks of
alchemy," Havoc hissed, venomously.

"It's
not their fault, Jean, will you please just calm down!"
Roy held Havoc's wrists firmly.

Wrenching
his arms out of the alchemists' hands, Blasphemy moved forward to
close the gap between himself and Al. "You know..." he
grinned as the younger Elric slid uncaring arms around his waist for
support, "I've always wanted to see your reactions to how this
boy really felt about his younger brother..."

Alphonse
sighed slightly. "You talk too much..." Perhaps it was
surprising that this time it was he who instigated the kiss, shifting
on his feet only the slightest when the Homunculus's hands found his
ass. He endured it calmly, detachedly, even as Blasphemy's tongue
probed his mouth and a leg moved between his thighs. Despite not
caring in the least, Al was somewhat enjoying himself.

Havoc
snarled as the two women averted their eyes. Still hissing, he spat,
"Dammit Mustang, let me go!"

"If
you promise not to kill either one of them, maybe I will, but
the way you're acting now I'm not so sure!"

Blasphemy
continued, slowly backing Al onto the couch. Breaking the kiss when
Al stumbled, he watched with amusement when he saw the slightest hint
of primal instinct spark in the Elric's eyes. If none of them were
going to stop it, he might as well have as much fun as he wanted,
then. "It seems that this one's still got a little spark in
him..."

Grey eyes
not so dull anymore stared up at violet. Despite having the
motivation of a sloth previously, something stirred inside of him.
Something that, in his completely bland nature, Al didn't quite
understand. The thing he did understand though, was that there was
something he wanted. And he wanted that something now.
Grabbing Blasphemy by the shirt, he pulled the homunculus down into a
volley of swift, hungry kisses.

Havoc
abruptly sagged, dragging Roy down with him. "Stupid fucking
moron," he snarled, too angry to figure out if he was yelling at
Ed or Blasphemy. "Always thinking about yourself!"

Roy
loosened his grip as his head rested against Havoc's back, unable to
watch anymore. "Dammit, Ed...if you're still in there... Please,
just come back, that's enough already..."

Blasphemy
didn't quite catch what Roy had said, considering Al had somehow
managed to get a hand down his pants. The homunculus was seriously
cursing the damn shrimp for being so sensitive right now. A strangled
moan made its way out, and his train of thought utterly died.
Somewhere in the back of his head, he realized that perhaps this time
he had gotten a bit in over his head.

Havoc
watched everything, eyes blank. The close proximity of the homunculus
and the... thing that used to be Al made him sick to his stomach.

"You're
pathetic," made it out of his mouth before he even realized it.

Roy
slowly lifted his head again, the sight before him seeming slowed and
blurry. It hurt somewhere inside, and at the same time it angered
him. "Why isn't anyone doing anything! Why doesn't
somebody do something about it!" Sure, he was speaking
for himself as well, but he wouldn't have thought that not one of
them could manage it. And it pissed him off that he was so rooted to
where he knelt. But he knew that if somebody didn't do something
soon, this would go beyond the point where any of them would care to
see.

Hearing
Roy's desperate mumble, Havoc surged up, 185 pounds of pure, angry
carnivore. He grabbed the back of Ed's shirt, tossing him across the
room like a rag doll. He drew his gun easily and aimed it at Ed. "I
advise you to stay put, you little shit." The click of the
safety catch echoed around a dead-silent room.

Breathing
slightly heavily and refocusing his eyes, Blasphemy gazed up at Havoc
and the barrel of his gun. He smirked, running his fingers through
his bangs. "You look even sexier than usual today, and that gun
just makes it better..."

Roy
gaped. He hadn't really meant for this to happen...
"Jean...don't you think that's a bit too far...?"

In the
meantime, Alphonse rose from the couch, intent on finishing what he'd
started.

Havoc
growled. "I'm not in the mood for your crap right now," he
snapped, eyes moving quickly from one person to the next. "Roy,
shut up. Al, stay put, or so help me, I'll get out my other gun. And
you –" his eyes narrowed. "You have no idea
how much I want to kill you right now."

"You'd
kill him too, if you killed me...you really want that?"
Blasphemy was amused at Havoc's rage.

"Dammit
Jean put that thing away! There are better ways to deal with this
than KILLING PEOPLE! Especially someone you...DAMMIT YOU ARE NOT
GOING TO SHOOT HIM!" Despite years of practiced composure, Roy
was losing it.

"I
need more...if I can't have that I don't care if you shoot
me." Alphonse pushed past Havoc.

Havoc
neatly kicked Al's feet out from under him, laying the boy out flat.
"Screw you, old man," he snapped back at Roy, not in the
mood for games. "I don't see you trying to help!"

"You
know damn well I can't bring him back..." Roy clenched his
fists, even as Blasphemy laughed, "There never was anything I
could do..."

As the
laughter stopped, Blasphemy trained violet eyes on Roy. "Are you
sure that's really the case, Mustang?" He slowly slid one hand
up his thigh. "Or is it because you're still afraid of me..."

Alphonse
was stubbornly attempting to crawl towards the homunculus, that
little gesture making him all the more eager to get there.

Havoc
stepped calmly on Al's back. "Stay put." The anger had
evolved into an icy calm that was infinitely more frightening. "Roy,
move it. You and I both know you're worthless like this, so get out."

"Dammit,
Jean... Get off Al's back, I'll hold him, okay!" Roy really was
not fond of being useless.

Blasphemy,
in the meantime, got to his feet again, stepping towards Havoc.

"Take
him and get the hell out," Havoc snarled. "Don't make me
pull rank on you." He kept one green-gilt eye on Ed the entire
time, wary of the approaching youth.

Despite
the painful reminder, Roy nodded, somehow managing to drag the
struggling boy out of the room. "Bring him back, Jean...just
don't kill him in the process..."

"What's
the matter, Jean, aren't you going to shoot me? I moved..."
Blasphemy purred, taking another step.

"I
think you already know the answer to that." He holstered his gun
and crossed his arms. "So why are you even bothering to ask."
It was a dangerous game he was playing, but he didn't care anymore.

Blasphemy
grinned smugly. "It's funny, you threaten even though you know
damn well you'd never be able to pull that trigger on me..."
Passing Havoc, he stole the gun from its holster, spinning it on his
finger and pointing it at his own chin. "If I were to do it
myself, you would even risk everything to stop me, wouldn't you?"

"You
know the answer to that, too."

"Does
this gun even have any bullets in it?" Blasphemy then aimed the
gun at Havoc's forehead.

Havoc
grinned lopsidedly. "Would you care if there were?"

"Shall
I test it on you then?" Blasphemy put pressure on the trigger,
still aimed at Havoc.

Havoc
shrugged. "Might be interesting to die again."

"There
wouldn't be anyone here to save you this time..." Blasphemy
circled Havoc once, then threw the gun across the room. "You're
not making any move to get him back..."

"Good
point. But quite honestly, I have no idea what's going on between you
two. One thing works, then something else does..." Havoc eyed
Blasphemy. "You're not really that much of a danger, as long as
I can keep my eye on you."

The
shorter blonde moved up against Havoc, hands wandering down his back
and ass. "You know...I wonder if he'd stay down long enough to
let me take you for a test ride..." A wicked grin spread across
Blasphemy's face, and he licked his lips. "The younger brother
did get me a bit worked up after all..."

Havoc's
knee kicked up, nailing Blasphemy in the groin. A few twists later,
he had the panting homunculus flat on his stomach with his automail
arm twisted over his back. Havoc himself was comfortably straddling
the smaller's hips. "That's not exactly how you propose a
one-night stand," Havoc murmured into the squirming figure's
ear. "It may work with repressed and soulless teenagers, but for
a grown man, you need a little more subtlety."

It
sounded ridiculous, but hey. Maybe sex would work this time around.

Blasphemy
just grinned, trying in vain to look over his shoulder as he caught
his breath. "So is that a yes, a no, or an offer?"

Roy was
very much going to kill him if he ever found out. Oh, well. Havoc
cautiously released Blasphemy's arm, sitting back to allow the thing
to turn over and sit up. "Try again, squirt."

Violet
eyes scanned Havoc again. "If you're looking for a subtle come
on, you're not getting one out of me..." Blasphemy leaned
forward on hands and knees, looking for the most opportune moment to
pounce.

Havoc got
up, brushing off his pants. "Are you really that impatient?"

Following
suit, Blasphemy stood as well. "Why does it even matter if I am
or not?"

"I'm
just being friendly." Havoc cocked his head. "I thought you
would have gotten on with things by now. What's holding you back? A
sense of morality or something?"

"Oh,
I'm just enjoying the moment.." Blasphemy grinned again, though
something did strike him as just not right about all
this. "I'm not one to have moral obligations, you should know
that by now..."

Havoc
moved smoothly around the oddly hesitating homunculus. "Really?
Could've fooled me." His fingers gently combed through
Blasphemy's ponytail. "So. We have a sadistic freak of alchemy
and a half-wild freak of alchemy. What'll it be this time?"

"I
already told you what I want..." Blasphemy nearly purred. "It's
your choice whether you appease me, or I have to force myself on
you...either way it doesn't make much difference to me..."
Violet eyes followed Havoc's movements.

Havoc
tugged Blasphemy around. "I think, for the health of all
concerned, that I should just go with it," he mused aloud. "But,
Mustang, Ed, and Bradley would all kill me if they found out."
He bent his head, lightly brushing his lips across the homunculus'.
"However, you won't go easy on me like they will."

"Indeed
I won't..." Blasphemy murmured, hands caressing down Havoc's
back. "You'd better not half-ass anything, now... I want you to
treat me no differently than you'd treat him..."

"What?
So you can see what you're missing?" Havoc fastened his teeth on
Blasphemy's neck.

The
homunculus hissed slightly, tilting his head. "Not exactly..."
Blasphemy tugged up the back of Havoc's shirt, sliding one hand down
his spine as the other gripped the man's ass. "I just want it to
be the best that it can be..."

"Greedy
little prick," the chimera commented, almost offhandedly,
licking the mark. He flinched at the hand on his spine. "Any
preferences?" he asked before sinking his teeth into the flesh
shoulder.

"Aahnnotreally..."
Blasphemy hissed out in one breath, his entire body tensing shortly.
It felt too human for his liking, really, this pain did. All of it
really, but the pain most of all. "Aside from picking up the
pace a bit..."

"You're
impatient." Havoc deftly undid the buttons to the white dress
shirt on the youth, letting his fingers slide down bare skin. "Is
that a personality quirk, or something you inherited from Ed?"

Blasphemy's
train of thought died momentarily, a shudder rippling through his
entire body. Gritting his teeth, he forced a smirk onto his lips. "I
can't take my chances with time.."

Havoc
knelt, looking up. "I'm surprised that you're even taking a
chance." His slightly rough tongue licked briefly against the
muscles of his stomach. "Then again, maybe not..."

Blasphemy
hummed slightly, violet eyes watching Havoc. "I hope you don't
think that I'm going to just settle for you sitting down there the
whole time..."

"You
can stop me at any time," Havoc reminded the other, easily
unfastening Blasphemy's belt. "You can always tell me what to
do, too."

"Don't
you ever get tired of sucking cock?" Blasphemy snorted, getting
a good handful of Havoc's hair and forcing his head back. Leaning
down, violet eyes narrowed. "I've changed my mind... I want you
to kiss me, touch me like you would him, but fuck me like the animal
you are..."

"I'm
not an animal," Havoc said, voice hard. He yanked Blasphemy's
head down, kissing fiercely and tasting blood. "Take it back."

Licking
his lips, Blasphemy slid down into Havoc's lap. "I'll take it
back if you prove me wrong...which so far you haven't..."

Havoc's
eyes narrowed. "Bastard." He realized rather abruptly that
this had been a Very Bad Idea Indeed. But... damn. His hands
crept around, gently stroking and caressing Blasphemy.

Shivering
again, Blasphemy shifted his position a bit, scooting closer in
Havoc's lap and wriggling slightly. "Kiss me again and prove me
wrong.."

Considering
that he had no real other option, Havoc's tongue flicked out, licking
away blood. He followed a scant few seconds later, kissing him
deeply.

Always
taking advantage of my weaknesses, aren't you...

Blasphemy
pulled back suddenly, gasping as a glimmer of gold swiftly retreating
from wide open eyes. Surprised and winded, he slumped against Havoc
for support. This was different than before, was it the node, or was
it the circumstances? He wasn't sure, but he did know that it nearly
threw him over the edge, despite not even being close to it at all.

Havoc
gave a low, purring chuckle. "Too much for you already?" he
growled playfully, licking various sensitive spots on Blasphemy's
upper body – most notably, the scars around his port and the
three major pulse points on his neck and throat.

"I'm
perfectly fine..." the homunculus replied, though the waver in
his voice was obvious. Stay down kid, you gave the floor up on
your own, you're not taking it back until I'm through! A violent
shudder ripped through his body, and semi-sharp teeth sank into
Havoc's shoulder. It's my body, I'll take it back whenever the
hell I want! Hips ground against the chimera's at the sudden rush
of sensation. "Stop toying around already you damn cat!"

Havoc
peeled the homunculus off. "I'll do things my way."
He pushed Blasphemy back, slipping a knee between his legs. "So
shut the hell up."

Blasphemy's
eyes went wide again, then closed tightly as a groan escaped him,
almost sounding as if it were more than one voice.
"iPlease...Jean..i" Teeth gritted, violet reasserted
itself. The homunculus was really starting to think that he'd gotten
in over his head, trying to choke back a moan that rose along with
this new ecstasy accompanying the return of control in this body.
Much more of this little tug-of-war and he'd be too far gone to stay.

Havoc
cocked his head, hands drifting lazily down. "I'm assuming I'm
doing something right," he murmured before kissing the youth
again.

Blasphemy
tried to resist, tried to push away, but the strength he usually had
in this body was wavering to nearly nothing. You don't deserve to
have him this way.. Tension slowly melted away, until the boy was
nearly limp in Havoc's arms. Moments later came the tears when the
kiss was finally returned, arms tightly encircling Havoc's waist.

Havoc
smiled in relief. "Welcome back, kiddo," he whispered.

"I'm
sorry..." Ed whispered, crying silent tears and getting Havoc's
shoulder damp. "I'm so sorry.."

"Shh.
Don't worry about it for now." Havoc sat back, pulling the
distraught kid onto his lapand gently stroking his hair. "It's
all right..."

Curling
his legs around Havoc's waist, and his arms around his neck, Ed
buried his face against Havoc's shoulder. "Thank you..." He
squeezed gently. "Sorry..."

"I
told you, don't worry about it." He pressed a brief kiss against
the side of Ed's head. "Are you feeling up to going home?"

"I
need a cold shower first..." Ed groaned, as if his presence in
Havoc's lap wasn't enough for the man to know that already.

"Then
off with you. I'll wait in here; I'm not feeling brave enough to face
Mustang alone in the mood that he's probably in." Havoc gave Ed
a slight push.

"I
was being sarcastic..." Ed stated, deadpan. "I think I can
manage to make it home without molesting you, thanks."

Havoc
grinned and tickled Ed. "Come on, then. Let's get yelled at by
Mustang and then go home and have a nice, long nap."

Squirming
away from Havoc, Ed got to his feet. "Alright, let's go then,
before I end up making myself a liar and actually molesting you. I'll
try and save that for later." With a genuine grin, he helped
Havoc up, an amazing feat in itself, and, after reattaching his belt
and buttoning his shirt, dragged the older man out the door.

Roy
wasn't so sure why he'd gone so far, outside the hotel, down the
street, around a corner, left, right, backwards, lather, rinse,
repeat. Before long he found himself face to face with a place he
really hadn't wanted to be at all. The very place he'd left
just yesterday, and what's worse, there was someone coming out of the
building towards him. No, not just someone, but two very
ominous looking someones.

"Look
what we have here... I never would have thought he'd actually come
back, look at all the trouble he saved us!" The
green-haired homunculus grinned wickedly, slightly sharp teeth
glinting.

The
taller, voluptuous woman merely regarded the approaching man coolly.
If she was surprised to see him, she hid it well, and she ignored her
partner. "I see you've brought that person's son with you."
She finally said, her voice perfectly neutral. Lust was, in fact,
somewhat surprised that they hadn't had to look for either the Flame
nor the formerly missing Miracle alchemists. She had expected them to
leave the facility and go deep into hiding.

Dark eyes
scanned the immediate vicinity for a possible escape route. Finding
none, Roy instinctively clutched Al closer. It would be hard to run
in any case, dragging a fourteen year old boy along with him. "You've
done enough harm in the case of the Elric brothers, I take it you're
with the Fuhrer?" Despite every muscle in his body twitching to
run, he knew there was no way he could possibly get away from them.
He only hoped that talking would appease them, though instinct told
him it was a hopeless endeavor.

Alphonse
stared blankly at the two, vaguely remembering them from somewhere,
or maybe it wasn't vague, just that he didn't care. His confinement
within Mustang's arms was starting to get a bit on the irritating
side, after all, the man had taken him away from his brother, and it
was Edward that Al wanted right now. "Let me go...I want to go
back to Ed..."

Envy
sneered, and Roy couldn't help but feel that he'd seen that look
before. In the next instant, it was Edward's form that stood there,
and Roy remembered just where he'd met this one before. "Envy..."
Roy felt like he was going to be sick.

Dull grey
eyes lit up again, and once more Al struggled as he had when Roy had
dragged him out of the hotel room. That was what he wanted,
even though his mind knew it wasn't really Edward, his body didn't
care.

Lust
stepped forward, reaching her hand out to the two. She didn't know
why Alphonse seemed so eager to abandon Roy and go to them, but it
would merely make their job easier. "We are no longer interested
in you, however, that boy with you must come with us." She
purred, stepping past Envy. "Of course, you don't intend to make
this easy though, do you? Not up to running away with your tail
between your legs?"

Doing his
best to hold Al, Roy swallowed hard. Damn you Mustang, damn your
pride. Something about that woman was more alluring than it
should be, though. Like some sweet poison he couldn't draw his eyes
off of. His mind screamed at him to run, now, but his legs
wouldn't obey.

Envy eyed
the blonde boy curiously, it was nearly impossible to ignore the air
of raw want that child was giving out. His lips curled up in a
smirk. "Al, let's go! Don't let that bastard keep you from me,
he just wants to separate us!"

"Alphonse,
that's not your brother, don't listen to him." Despite his
attempt to keep a grip on the boy, Roy found his hand slipping, and
it wasn't long before Al was free from his grasp. He cursed himself
mentally as the boy ran straight into Envy's arms, forced his hands
to move, had to get on his gloves, there were too many people who
would kill him if he lost the younger Elric now.

Lust was
slightly confused by the boy's response. He'd seen Envy change into
his brother, and didn't seem to care. It didn't really take a genius
to tell that the lights were on, but no one was home. She frowned,
what good was a trump card that didn't think and couldn't do anything
besides what instinct told it? He was no better than Gluttony.

She
stepped in front of Envy, amusement dancing in her eyes as Mustang,
who seemed to be in a state of panic, fumbled around in his pockets.
"Get out of here with him, now." She said, waiting
patiently for the human to get his act together. She feared nothing
from him, she figured he could kill her a few more times before she
had anything to worry about.

Envy
shrugged, dragging Al off as instructed. Dammit, he'd wanted to play
with fire, too.

With Envy
gone, Lust felt she had quite a bit more freedom in the situation to
do whatever she pleased. As Roy tried to chase after the older
homunculus and the mindless boy, she snapped her arm out, sharp nails
grazing his far arm as she caught him. "It's pointless to go
after them. He won't return to you anyway. That boy is no more."

Roy
barely winced at the cuts, stopped in his tracks. "That's not
the point!" Then again, what was the point in explaining
anything to these people, if you could call them people. "What
do you want with him anyway? He's no use for you, it's not like he
can or will do alchemy for you, what good is he to you?" One
glove on, Roy was ready for a counterstrike if need be.

"You
could stand to ask yourself the same questions, sir."
Lust murmured, stepping in front of him. She caressed his face, her
fingers snaking up his arm to grasp his gloved hand, a deadly waltz
stance. "Alphonse seems to no longer be himself. He doesn't even
remember who we are. If he can't use alchemy, then your precious
military can't use him as a weapon." She leaned closer, cold
breath against his warm face.

Fuck.
"He's still human, he's still Edward's brother, and he's still
someone that people care about. I wouldn't expect the likes of you to
understand such bonds." His one eye glared cold at the woman in
his face, though he wasn't sure whether to be appalled or hypnotized
by her voice. Something in the back of Roy's head made him wonder if
this is what women felt when he was around them.

Tearful
red eyes, sobbing, vows to restore life..

Lust
moved back, feigning a pout. "You give me too little credit.
Also.." she leaned in again, her lips brushing against his, the
arm not restraining him snaking around his waist. "So the older
one is still alive.. but is he really?"

Roy tried
to shrink away, but to no avail. The prickling sensation of a blush
spiked across his cheeks, at which he inwardly cursed. "If you
want to know, why don't you ask Pride." He wasn't liking where
this was going, and going all too quickly at that.

"Who
do you think sent me here, to find out the status of both Elric
brothers?" Lust purred, drifting her lips across his cheek to
his ear. "And don't worry about Alphonse. He will be given the
best treatment possible, be assured. Unless Envy gets bored, of
course, though you're welcome to send distractions to him." She
bit his earlobe lightly, drawing a hair-thin line of blood.

A light
shiver ran down Roy's spine, once again causing him to curse himself
for many different reasons, rather colorfully. "If he wants to
know then he can ask himself, he doesn't need to send his lackeys
to do the job for him." He tried turning his head, but that
didn't prove to be much more useful than his previous position. He
tried pushing with his free hand, but that turned out much worse than
his previous position. He mentally cursed large breasted women. This
was not his day, really. "And if you monsters
so much as scratch Alphonse Elric I'll make sure Fawkes gets
to you first!" That's smart, Roy. Making threats in this
situation probably wasn't the best of ideas.

Lust
raised an eyebrow, lips and tongue moving over the neck that he'd so
generously exposed to her. "Do you really think you have any
control over the one you call Fawkes? Don't delude yourself. We know
who took your eye." She grinned ferally, arching her back, her
breast pushing into Roy's hand. "Well, someone certainly isn't
trying to hide his desires.."

...Fuckfuckfuckfuck...wait...shitshitshitshit.
Roy wormed his hand out from between his chest and hers, feeling more
than just a bit flustered at this turn of events. "Why in the
hell would I have any manner of desire directed towards you,
unless it was the desire to kill you!" The frantic note
in his voice wasn't helping his case any, though.

Lust
would've grinned more, had she the capacity to. Instead, she shoved
him against a pillar, pressing him against it, still restraining his
one gloved hand and reaching down to grab the front of his pants.
"Your own body contradicts you, sir." She said,
returning to the half-abuse, half-gentle assault on his neck with her
mouth.

Cursing
under his breath, Roy tried to resist, tried to struggle, though his
resolve was rapidly dwindling. Unable to hold back a groan, he turned
his head to the side, wishing more than anything that Jean would come
walking around the streetcorner and help him. "That's got
nothing to do with you..."

Tossing
her head just enough to move her hair aside, Lust set to unbuttoning
his shirt with her teeth, grateful that he'd neglected to wear the
uniform. She stopped at his statement, just long enough to lick his
chest and look up, eyes narrowing deviously. "Never thought the
great Roy Mustang would be a pedophile, really.. how interesting.. I
wonder what others would say."

Roy
gritted his teeth, not warranting that with a comment. His gaze was
focused elsewhere, so that he didn't have to look at her, and he
really hoped she would just shut up so he could at least pretend this
wasn't happening. Okay so her shutting up probably wouldn't help him
pretend a damn thing other than that she was Jean or something. And
if Havoc knew he'd done that, he'd be dead for sure.

Lust was
very angry, but wasn't showing it. Men weren't supposed to respond
this way. The physical part was just fine, but he acted as though she
was a carrier of the plague, typhoid, and an Ishbalite all in
one. This was the part that displeased her. Rape wasn't something she
particularily enjoyed, no, she preferred when her prey became,
despite all their mental constraints, entirely willing to do whatever
she pleased. With this in mind, she bit Roy's neck harshly, ripping
his belt off, deciding that if he felt she was something below human,
well, he wasn't worth her sympathies.

Roy let
out a strangled cry, making a rather violent attempt to wrest his arm
from Lust's grip. Unwanted tears made their way from his eye, as he
tried to think of what to do. "I'd sooner die than have
that mark eclipsed! Do what you want with me but if you've any heart
at all don't you dare draw blood from me there.."

Lust
pulled her face away, looking at Roy with an expression of mild hurt,
anger, and general confusion. It seemed that, sometime during Edward
being replaced with the new homunculus and Envy fucking with him, and
having his eye shot out by the chimera, the Flame Alchemist had lost
his mind. She leaned up into his face, narrowing her eyes. "What
the Hell is your problem?"

Narrowing
his one eye, Roy made a half-assed attempt to glare back at her.
"There's only one person who's allowed to scar my neck like
that, and you aren't that person."

A cruel,
mocking smirk crept onto her face. "I hadn't pegged you for the
faithful type. In fact, weren't you the one with multiple girls
hanging off you at one point? The great womanizer? Now you're just a
beaten dog, not even worth my time. You disgust me. You barely
qualify as a man." She shoved him back, spitting in his face.

Roy took
every blow in stride. "Is it so wrong for a man to find someone
to love and be loyal to?" he replied, lifting his now free hand
to trace the nearly healed wound on the side of his neck. "How
does that make me any less of a man?"

Without
so much as a thought, Lust moved her hand, a single claw piercing the
eyepatch just barely, lifting it up from his face. She made a face,
disgusted by the sight it revealed to her, and shook the eyepatch off
onto the ground. "You sound like you're from a corny romance
film." She finally remarked, smirking a bit before turning away.
"I still find you disgusting. All humans are. You like to think
you're so gallant and honorable, with your professions of eternal
love and faithfulness, when all the while, you're just like the
younger Elric is now, driven by hormones and instinct. Things will
get interesting soon, but for now," she turned back to him, eyes
as cold as they had been when they had first seen him, "treasure
what little you have, you won't have it long, and then you'll know
I'm right."

"Don't
be so cocky.. You were human once too..." Roy picked up his belt
and once again secured his pants, buttoning up his shirt. "Maybe,
like Edward, you can be again.." With that, he walked off the
way he came, heading back towards Havoc's apartment.

Please
review, constructive criticism and questions appreciated, flames will
be deflected back at you by Roy. n.n;
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