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You Belong to Me	By : squallstorm Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9883 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Disclaimer:
I don't own Sabrina or Fullmetal Alchemist.

Thanks
to ZaKai for reading and correcting my mistakes throughout this
chapter...and of course, listening to my whining about my
insecurities.

(1)
- a history, and video of Capoeira
can be found on my profile at FF . net.

Chapter
3

“Edward,
hey! What are you doing for lunch? Wanna come with us?”
Russell called as soon as he entered the room.

“Ah,
I got to work through, I'm behind,” Edward looked up as Russell
and his friend Fletcher made their way around his crowded work space.
Russell had been extra nice to him since that night at the club. It
was a bit overwhelming how much the guy seemed to care. Edward just
brushed it off, Russell was just being friendly. “Where are
you going?”

“To
that café 'round the corner,” Russell punched his arm
lightly in greeting.

“Awww!
I love that place,” whined Edward, thrusting out his bottom
lip. He slumped on his stool. They had the best
sandwiches...

“Ha
ha, and the waitress loves you, too,” teased Fletcher.

Edward blushed hard, and
picked at his scabbed cheek. On Monday, his first day back to work
since his scrap at the club, he seemed to have become a mascot for
the other employees. Now everyone was coming up to say 'hi' and
asking him to re-tell every detail of what had happened to him. They
seemed to love to hear how he, the small fry, took down the ex-champ
in one hit. Even the waitress at his favorite café had fawned
all over him. She wouldn't shut up about his messed up face.

Four days later and it
still hadn't died down. It was a bit over whelming. From ignored to
celebrity...Fletcher was his newest acquaintance. The
twenty-year-old was a few inches shorter then Russell, but he still
managed to tower over Edward. He really hoped that Russell was wrong
about the fact that he was done growing. He would like to be able to
look Winry in the eyes, and not have her look down on
him...literally.

The shaggy blond hair on
Fletcher's head and the bright blue eyes got him attention where ever
he went. Somehow he was able to walk down the street and get five
phone numbers from passing women without even so much as a word from
his lips. It was baffling. Edward had started to surreptitiously
watch him for pointers.

Although the two of them
denied it, Russell was not related to Fletcher, but to Edward, they
shared so many similarities, it seemed strange. The 'we're good
friends' didn't capture the way the acted around one another. There
was an intimacy there that went deeper then friends...Well, he hadn't
figured that one out just yet, but he was sure he'd hear about it
sooner or later.

“She
does not,” denied Edward. Placing his good elbow on the table,
he cradled his face and poked at the book in front of him. The elbow
on his other arm was turning an impressive shade of purple from
knocking into the ring. He secretly liked taking off his long sleeve
shirt so that people would remark about it to him.

“Leave
off, Fletcher, your embarrassing our wee fighter, here. Want
anything from the café?” Russell asked. He looked down
expectantly at Edward.

“I'm
not wee!”
growled Edward. He sucked on his teeth. Now that every one knew
what happened, they were all calling him things like 'small' or
'tiny'; whatever they called him, it pissed him off. If it didn't
stop soon he was going to start hurting people.

“How
about a small
sandwich?” teased Fletcher, laughing and catching onto
Russell's teasing.

Jumping
off his stool, Edward stomped his foot at Fletcher. “Who the
hell are you calling
small?” he demanded, shaking his fist at him threateningly.
One more comment and he would lose it.

Laughing, Russell
stepped in between the two boys. “We'll bring you back a huge
sandwich then. Laters,” Russell pulled a still laughing
Fletcher with him, and waved over his shoulder.

Grumbling, Edward hopped
back up onto his stool. Time to push through this mess.

- - - -

“Are
you sure this is the
one?” Russell looked around at the run down, dilapidated state
of the gym. He'd seen worse of course, but this was bad. The paint
was cracked and whole expanses of wall were bare with only the gray
concrete as its sole decoration.

The Brazilian flag was
hung against the back wall. Its faded, neglected state, a comment on
the neglected state of the gym, even the surrounding buildings in the
neighborhood. There was no one in sight, and Russell was feeling
nervous about being here.

“Look,
there's no one here. Let's come back later,” he pulled on
Edward's arm.

“HELLO?
BONJOUR!” cupping his hands over his mouth, Edward bellowed at
the back of the gym. Yanking his arm out of Russell's hold, he toed
off his shoes and walked across the concrete floor. At the back of
the gym, there were shelves of strange looking instruments and drums.
He picked up one of the gourd like objects with a stick coming out
the top of it. A single taunt string, attached to the bottom, went
up to the bow like stick. Edward plucked at the instrument, making
him smile.

“Oui,
oui, here I am. What can I do for you? And for 'you', I mean for
me,” said a chuckling, tall, lanky Asian man, with long deep
black hair gathered at the base of his neck, coming out of a door
along the back wall near Edward. He looked down at the small blond,
holding the instrument and then over to the front door where Russell
stood, with his arms folded across his chest, looking like he'd
rather be anywhere else.

“I
wanna join,” Edward gushed. “When's the first class?
Can I do some now?” his eyes shone with his excitement. He had
found this place on the Internet, and even though Russell had pointed
out that it wasn't in a really good part of the city, he didn't care.
The whole style, the inverted, dance like quality of it...it was
sort of like his dance lessons he took as a kid.

“Oh,
good. I like having new students. I like money too. Um, well class
isn't until six, but if you want to try it...” the man squinted
down at his wrist watch, and then at Edward and his bright hair.

“I
DO!” Edward put the instrument back on the shelf and bounced in
place. This guy seemed a bit unusual...but whatever, Edward shrugged
mentally.

“And
your friend too?” the Asian man said pointing at Russell in a
slow and lazy gesture.

“Yes,
him too.” Edward grinned at Russell, pleased that he had
someone to invite, and even happier that Russell had said yes to
coming with him.

“Uh,
Edward, I told you I'm not good at this flippy stuff, I don't think
Capoeira (1) is really...” Russell shifted his weight and
trailed off, unsure.

“It's
fine, right?” Edward turned to the man standing beside him,
seeking assurance for his friend.

“Yeah,
sure.” The Asian man's eyes widened at the open display of
enthusiasm. “Class doesn't start for twenty minutes. You can
go in the changing room to get ready, then come out and do some
stretching.”

Russell
sat down on the bench by the door and removed his shoes, placing them
neatly to the side, and walked across the gym to stand beside Edward.
The Asian man pointed behind him to the
corridor heading towards the back of the building.
Nodding, Edward led the way to the
changing room. He
had worn his baggy shorts under his pants, but Russell had brought a
large bag filled with a change of clothes and all his toiletries to
make him pretty after the work out. Edward had rolled his eyes when
he heard that.

Not
bothering to wait for Russell, Edward was back in the gym as soon as
his pants were hung on the peg in the changing room.
The Asian man was sitting on the floor
with his legs wide apart, stretching. Suddenly feeling shy again,
Edward looked over his shoulder, hoping that Russell would be behind
him.

“Hey,
come here,” the Asian man said beckoning him closer.

Edward sat on the floor
with his legs crossed, in front of the man.

“My
name's Ling. I'm the instructor here. Ever do martial arts before?”

“No,
I haven't,” Edward shifted uneasily on the hard floor. He let
his eyes rest on the floor between them. He couldn't really bring
himself to look the other in the eye.

“Can
you do a cartwheel, or a somersault?” Ling watched the boy
stare at his hands.

“Yeah.”

“Could
you show me, please? A cartwheel,” Ling asked, sensing that
this boy was shy, but he had to asses his ability and comfort level
of being inverted.

Edward took a moment to
will away his butterflies, before he got up and moved into the center
of the room. Blushing because he was being watched, he flipped
easily around, keeping his body nice and straight, landing on the
other side perfectly.

“Nice,”
said Ling admiringly. “Can you do that with out hands?”

Edward's eyes widened.
With out hands...eh? Pressing his lips in thought, Edward pictured
what he would have to do. Shrugging, he threw his body upside-down,
leaving his hands by his side, landing in his original spot.

“Very
good. Did you take gymnastics?” Ling pulled his legs together
and then into his chest.

“No.
Do you think I should?” Edward asked, smoothing his hair away
from his face; he watched as Ling stood.

Ling shook his head no.
“Ah! Here comes your friend.”

Russell smiled as he
walked into the room. “I still think that this won't be my
thing Edward.”

“Looks
like Edward's a natural. Try this,” said Ling. He motioned
for Edward to copy him. He stood beside Edward and spread his leg
just over shoulder width apart. Edward spread his legs, distributing
the weight as Ling did. Russell crossed the gym, taking up a
position on the other side of Edward, and mirrored their stances.

“In
Capoeira we move like this,” Ling stepped back with his left
foot, paused then switched feet. Edward and Russell tried the steps.
With painful slowness they began to get a feel for the movement.
“Good. Yes, it's like that. Now try it faster,” Ling
said upping the tempo.

Russell caught on to the
faster pace quickly, but Edward faltered. Pealing his lips back at
himself, Edward stopped and waited for the next step and then jumped
back in. The phone in the office at the back of the gym began to
ring, as they all started to have a synchronized pace.

“Good.
Relax for a bit. I got to get that.” Ling moved away to the
office, shutting the door.

“This
is going to be so cool!” Edward gushed, grinning up at
Russell's rolling eyes.

- - - -

Edward closed the door
to his apartment, and dropped his bag on the floor. His whole body
was achy and sore from the workout, but it was a good ache. Toeing
off his shoes, Edward shuffled over to his small kitchenette and
pulled down a glass from the cupboard, filling it to the top with
water from the tap. Gulping down the warm water, Edward gasped and
slammed the glass on to the counter as he finished.

Reaching into his back
pocket, he pulled out the pamphlet from the Capoeira club. Turning
around, he leaned against the counter and looked into the living
room, where he had hung a cork board for all the places he'd been
too. There was a card from the club where he got roughed up, a
napkin from the café he liked near work, and dominating the
middle of the board, in full color, was a picture from a magazine he
found in Paris with Winry on its cover.

Feeling like he was
betraying his father, he had rushed to buy the expensive magazine,
leaving him short on cash until payday. He didn't care, this was
Winry after all. A month and a half in Paris did nothing to dull his
feelings for her. No matter what, he would continue to love Winry.

Shuffling over to his
board, Edward pulled out a tack and pinned the pamphlet off to the
side of Winry's face. He wondered what she was up too these days.
His father would not tell him anything about her no matter how he'd
beg. Da kept telling him to worry about himself, but he worried
about her.

Running his finger tips
around her printed cheek, Edward shook his head. On some level he
knew that his love for her was wrong, but that was so far beneath his
conscious thoughts and feelings, that is wasn't even relevant. She
was just...so beautiful that it hurt sometimes. He knew even as a
kid, that he wanted to be with her, even if she was out of his
league.

He just... Sighing,
Edward ran his hand through his hair, he just didn't know how to win
her over. He had zero experience with women, and no clue how to make
himself more date worthy. He figured that was why he wore the baggy
indistinct clothes, since he was invisible to her, why not be that
way to everyone. It worked so well that all throughout school he
didn't have one friend.

Now, though, he had
Russell, and it seemed that he really liked being around him. It
felt great to be one of the guys, and Russell was always asking what
he wanted to do, for lunch or after work. It was great. When he
wrote home this week he was going to tell da all about his new buddy,
and how they went to the gym together. He was sure that da would be
thrilled to hear that he was starting to fit in now.

Although he had a
laptop, Edward and his father preferred to send hand written mail
back and forth. In a salute to the old ways, just as in some of his
da's most beloved books, they chose pen over keystroke. After his
shower from his workout, Edward was going to start his weekly letter
home.

Fingering the magazine
cover one more time, Edward spun on his heel and headed for the
shower.

- - - -

“Edward,
you better watch out, Paninya's out looking for you,” said
Fletcher, as he rushed into the room. He stopped dead when he didn't
immediately see him right away. “Edward?”

“Where
is he? Is he in here?” Paninya came striding into the room, on
Fletcher's heels. “Where is the little shrimp?” pushing
the man out of the way, she gave the room a brief once over.
Narrowing her eyes at Fletcher she strode back out of the room, when
she didn't find the boy. Her high heals could be heard clicking down
the hallway.

“Where
ever you are, stay hidden for God's sake.” Fletcher mumbled,
and left as well.

- - - -

“Russell?
Where do I put these?” Edward tried to look around the tall
stack of paper in his arms. “Russell!” he yelled this
time. The stack was heavy dammit. Grumbling under his breath that
Russell could put them where ever the hell he wanted, Edward slid the
stack on to the table along the wall. Bending back to work the kink
out of his lower back, Edward turned around and headed for the door.

He walked right into the
hard flat chest as he rounded the corner.

“Ow,”
Edward rubbed his squished nose. He took a step back, and looked up
into Russell's smiling face. “Be careful,” he
admonished.

“Sorry,”
Russell chuckled, “I didn't see
you there.”

Edward snorted and
rolled his eyes. “That's so old. Later,” he stepped
around his friend.

“Wait,”
Russell grabbed Edward's upper arm, halting him. “I need a
word with you.” nodding to his work room, Russell let Edward's
arm drop and preceded him into the room.

Shrugging, Edward went
back into the room and closed the door. “What's up?”
Russell motioned Edward to his stool. Frowning, he pulled himself
up, turning to face Russell who was leaning against the table, mere
inches from Edward's knee.

“Edward...do
you have any plans for tonight?” Russell had to know. He was
sure that he was getting signals, but he had to know. This was the
only way he could find out.

“No,
why?” Edward looked up into his friend's face. He seemed to
have something on his mind. Was Russell mad that he asked him to the
club the other day? He seemed like he had wanted to go...

“It's
Friday, wanna try going to a house party? I was going to suggest a
nightclub...but...”

“Yeah,
I don't think I am ready for a bar, but a house party sounds good!”
Edward smiled, relieved that he wasn't mad at him. He didn't want
Russell to continue to feel bad about that. He touched his scabbed
cheek at the thought of that night at the club.

“Good,
then I'll pick you up at your place, and no baggy clothes.”
Russell adverted his eyes, not wanting to look at Edward while he
touched his wound. “Give me your address before you leave
tonight.”

Edward frowned and
jumped off the stool, “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

Just before Edward
opened the door, “Oh, and watch out for Paninya, she's looking
for you,” Russell told him. That woman had it in for Edward
for some reason. He just couldn't fathom it.

“What?
Ah, shit! Can I hide out here?” begged Edward, folding his
hands in front of his face. “Pretty please?” he batted
his eyes at Russell, knowing that he was weak against it. It
certainly worked when he was pleading for him to come to the gym with
him.

“Well
I suppose there are a few papers that fell on the floor, and I can't
quite reach them since I'm too bi--” a smirk slid across
Russell's face at the thought.

“Wha—bastard!”
Edward rushed across the room and threw a few fake punches, in mock
outrage. Russell batted him away easily. After their trip to the
Capoiera club, Russell had told him that he had studied boxing when
he was Edward's age; which led Edward to ask how old Russell was now.
He did not look twenty-three to Edward, that was for sure, he looked
eighteen, if that.

Russell
caught a sloppy left punch in his palm and spun Edward around, using
the smaller boy's own arm to make a choke hold. He stepped up behind
Edward and lightly inhaled his scent. He had
meant to wait until tonight, to see if Edward was truly interested in
him, but now, with him so close...

“Hey!
What the hell?” Edward squirmed, trying to tug his arm free,
but Russell quickly stopped his efforts by reaching across his chest,
trapping his other arm under his, at his side.

“Edward...”
Russell murmured as he leaned in close to his right ear, his breath
tickling the outer shell.

Edward gasped at the
unexpected and intimate intrusion into his personal space. What was
happening here? His stomach flipped as Russell slipped a hand inside
his open button down to kneed his chest and ribs through his t-shirt.

“Edward...”
husked Russell again. He leaned in to nuzzle behind the blond's ear.
He was enamored with the smell of his shampoo ever since that night
at the club. He began to get hard if he caught a whiff of it after
Edward had passed him or stood too close. “I know we haven't
talked about something like this, but you're...I can't...”

Edward reached across
and gently pulled Russell's wondering hand away. Russell dropped the
hold Edward's other hand hesitantly. Turning around, Edward took a
step back looking up in to his friend's face. The silence dragged
out as he studied Russell's face, trying to make sense of this new
twist.

“Say
something,” Russell pleaded, his voice small and barely
audible. His face was lined with worry.

Edward
swallowed. His thoughts which had been still and quiet suddenly
raced. He hadn't thought of himself as gay, or liking guys, since he
was in love with Winry, but then there was the fact that she had
never given him the
time of day.

He did like Russell, but
could he like him like that? He wasn't sure he could picture himself
kissing a guy either. He knew that girls turned him on, or at least
Winry did. He had never gotten a boner from looking at a nude guy.
Plus, if he were to get involved with Russell what would happen if
they had a fight? They worked together, and he was his only close
friend.

“I
don't know...” Edward's voice shook with confusion and he took
a step back. “I don't know,” he yelled, whirling around
Edward flew at the door, the pressure to answer too much for his
jumbled mind right now. He could only do what had worked for him in
the past, run.

He tried not to see the
hurt that was on Russell's face before he had turned. He just didn't
know! He threw open the door, making it bounce off the wall, and ran
down the hall, seeking a place to hide.

-- To be continued --

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