Flame and Fullmetal 300 km/h

A/N: Where to begin…
Thank you kikiko for you review, I actually want people to tell me if I make spelling errors. We can all learn from her! Authors love reviews! For the moment I’m accepting anonymous reviews since all reviews are good. Criticism is good! The more reviews, the faster I update the story.
Then in my defence, I have never taken a single English class in my entire life. I learned my English from my godfather who was a Native American. Love you John! *kiss* So bare with me guys, there WILL be some bad grammar but I am working on that.
Yes, this is a Roy/Ed fic, I love those guys. I saw the fast and the furious long ago and wrote a fic. A few weeks ago, my cousin was in town and staying at my place so we decided to watch all three movies, and he said to me: ”Can you write a street racer fic?”
”Yeah!” I said but I had to add some more spice into it and a mafia in Central is just perfect ;)
Well....enjoy this new chapter!


Chapter 4; Roy’s Place

Roy drove as fast as possible, manoeuvring the car through the panic crowed, trying not to run over someone. Only when they got out onto the clear street did his shoulders lose some tension.
”Where do you live?”
Ed was jerked out of his thoughts and looked over at Roy. ”Huh?”

Roy sighed irritated. "You know. Where do you go to after work? In what place do you reside?" he said sarcastically, keeping his eyes on the road. Ed didn’t want to tell the other man where he lived. He wasn’t even want to go home, thinking he could wait until the cops got tired of chasing racers around Central, and then go get his car. Not before then did Ed remember that the engine would probably not start after he melted it down in the race. Too bad, it had been one of his favourites. But Ed knew he would need a better and faster car anyway if he was going to win Roy in a race. Maybe it was better to go home and lick his wounded ego.

”Turn left. Right…here.”

”Left or right?”

”Left.”

”Left?”

”Right.”

Roy made a right turn.

”I told you to make a left!”

Roy growled in frustration, turning the wheel and making a violent U-turn.
”Shit!” Roy hissed through his teeth.

”What?” Ed asked, but Roy didn’t need to answer when Ed saw the red and blue rights flashing from behind the corner.

”Hold on Fullmetal," Roy said when the sirens began to blare. He stepped on the gas forcefully, passing up a red light. "Great!" Roy said to no one in particular. ”Can my night get any worse?!" They sped down the streets, cops still sweating them. Roy muttered half finished curses as they met up with two other cop cars heading towards them.

”I think that’s your answer,” Ed said more calmly when he should have been sweating dry. Suddenly he bolted up in his seat. ”I know this place! Make a right!”

”Oh, no. I’m not falling for that one again.”

”Just do it!” Ed yelled and reached for the wheel, turning it towards himself against Roy’s protests, the car turning down a one-way alley.

”Don’t you dare pull those kinds of stunts with MY car! Where the hell are you taking us?” Roy demanded, Ed practically leaning in his lap as he steered the car with one hand from the passengers’ seat.

”Just keep your foot on the gas, Colonel-bastard. There should be a super market with a huge parking lot around here somewhere.”

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Roy pulled his white and blue racer to a stop and threw it into park. "C’mon. Let’s go." They strapped out and left the car, knowing it would be safe until morning. They walked down the deserted street, trying not to look too suspicious.

”Where are we headed now?” Ed asked him.

”My place.”

Ed’s eyes quirked up at this. "Get your mind out of the gutter, Fullmetal. I wouldn’t even think of it. I’m not planning on letting you sleep on my couch. We’ll head there, get one of my racers, and if everything is going for us, you’ll be home by curfew.”

”Fuck off, Colonel-bastard.”

”Believe me; I have half the mind to let you walk home by yourself and be on my merry way.”

”Feel free! It’s not like I’m your responsibility.” Ed started walking faster, leaving Roy behind. ’Asshole, bastard, motherfucker….’ Ed’s thoughts came to a stop when e saw the all too familiar red and blue flashing. He groaned and soon Roy had caught up with him.
Suddenly Ed had an idea how to get out of this mess. Laughing loudly he grasped Roy’s arm, using it for support as he played drunk.

”What the hell are you doing?” Roy asked, looking down at Ed irritated but not wanting to make any sudden moves as shake the laughing boy off of his arm.

”Just work with me,” Ed threw in between faked laughs. The cop car pulled up beside them, lights flashing like a damn disco. A man stepped out of the car and walked towards them. "What a fine Friday night it is, isn’t it?" the cop asked, once he was close enough.

’What the fuck?’ Roy thought. ‘Is that some kind of trick question?’

”The best this month officer,” Ed answered, knowing from Roy’s death-glare that he wasn’t answering any stupid questions. ”Isn’t that right bro?”

Roy got a confused look on his face. What kind of game was the younger man playing? Ed squeezed his arm, still smiling that goofy smile. Oh, right. He was supposed to play along. But why do that when Roy could punch the guy’s lights out?

"Yeah, officer. It’s a damn fine evening." He put a lot of effort into making it sound pleasant.

”You see, that’s just it," said the officer. "It isn’t evening’ no more. It’s almost 1 o’clock in the morning’. Might I ask what you two are doing out so late on a deserted street?"

‘No you can’t ask motherfucker,’ Roy wanted to say. But instead he said ‘racing’, which was a mistake, because at the same time, Ed had said ‘at a bar.’ So Roy switched his answer to ‘at a bar’ at the same time the foolish blond stated ‘racing.’

"Watching a race at a bar," Ed covered up quite nicely, taking a slurry step to give the impression he was drunk. ”My poor friend here is the designated driver…walker…taking me home!”

"Is that right?" the cop asked looking sternly at Roy.

No, you asshole. We were out doing some illegal street racing with a bunch of drug dealers and prostitutes. Do I look like the kind of guy who hangs out in a bar watching a race, and then takes a drunk teen home instead of taking a woman to my place?’ Roy thought.

”I think you two should come with me," the officer said, trying to be heard over the walky talky static crap. Ed’s amber eyes widened with fear. He looked up at Roy and mouthed "Do something!"

’What the hell do you expect me to do?’ Roy’s onyx eyes asked. Ed shrugged, starting to look desperate. ’Ok, but don’t complain later.’ Roy turned and punched the guy right in the nose. The cop fell to the ground, half conscious and covering a bloody nose. "Run!" Roy yelled, pulling at Ed’s arm to follow him, the two guys running down the street and into an alley.

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Ed stopped to take some much needed breaths. "Are you crazy?! What were you thinking?! God damnit, you assaulted a cop!"

”At least I did something about it." Roy muttered, cracking his knuckles.

Ed continued to catch his breath, and soon, the sound of his panting turned into laughter. "That was the most fun I’ve had in a long time!"

Roy took a good look at Ed and noted once again just how damn sexy the younger man was. When Ed pulled out a box of cigarettes from his back pocket, Roy understood why Ed had been out of breath before him even though the younger man looked pretty fit. It was not uncommon that mechanics worked up a strong physic with all the heavy lifting in their job. It told Roy a young guy like Ed had to have gained experience with cars through work and not books, since Ed didn’t look like a guy to head to the gym four times a week.

Ed took a cigarette between his lips and searched his pockets for his lighter. He cursed out loud remembering he had left it in his race car. Irritated he reached up to put the cigarette away when a flame was lit in front of him. Roy had pulled a lighter from his pocket and was holding a flame for the blond. Ed lit his cigarette and offered Roy one, the older man accepting it with a small nod of his head.

Roy knew he had severely underestimated the blond called Fullmetal. He had seen him work on rides, seen him race, seen him run from cops…Ed was no doubt a bad-ass.

Few knew that Roy found both men and women attractive, the only difference between sexes was a guy would have to be more than good looking. And Fullmetal was the very embodiment of what Roy searched in men. This guy was special. Few guys could pull off leather pants without looking like fags. Roy watched Ed take a deep drag, the grey smoke escaping those sensual lips. On top of that it was obvious the blond was sweating, his shirt slightly clinging to his abs and chest.

Ed would make a great lay. No doubt about that.

”How far left to your place?” Ed asked after they had walked down the street for half an hour.

”Just a few more blocks,” Roy answered, not taking his eyes off the deserted street. "I have something to ask you.”

Ed raised an eyebrow, waiting for Roy to ask something like ‘Fullmetal, will you have sex with me,’ or ‘How about we skip my place and head straight to lover’s walk,’ or something similar.

”Where did you learn to race like that?”
Ed blushed slightly when he realized how stupid and unlike him his thoughts had been.

"If that was your business, I’d gladly tell you," Ed said, with a matter-of-fact kind of voice. "But since it’s not…"

”Fine then. Don’t tell me.”

”Why were you asking?” Ed asked suspiciously and Roy just shrugged. ”Most mechanics can drive, and the best ones can make a car so easy to drive even an amateur could win a race. I thought you were watching me the entire day. Didn’t you see me fix that motorcycle in 15 minutes?”

”I was too preoccupied with more…interesting things," he said, looking Ed up and down. Ed felt his skin go hot as Roy’s onyx eyes slowly grazed his body. Ed was sure as hell not the type to blush, but he felt his cheeks grow warm. Suddenly, his ears perked up.

”Do you hear that?"

"What? It’s just music." You couldn’t make out which song it was but the base sounded through the air like thunder.

"Where the hell is it coming from?”

"Oh, great," Roy said when they rounded the corner, more irritated than he was a few minutes ago. ”My place.”

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Roy angrily walked into his crowded living room, Ed right behind him. Music blasted from the entertainment system. The two walked passed people, who were sexily dancing to the music.
Roy dangerously walked over to Havoc, who was sitting in an armchair chatting, a girl in his lap, and a beer in his hand. Roy grabbed him by the collar, lifting him up, the girl toppling over as a result. He violently threw him against the wall, still clutching his collar.

The music stopped.

”Where the hell were you guys!? While I was out there running from the damn cops, you were at my place having a fucking party!?" He looked over at the others. Riza, Breda, Winry and Jenny were standing around looking guilty.

Havoc looked down at Roy. "We didn’t know, Boss! We thought you’d make it back here safe. Besides, this is all for you," he said gesturing to the party. "You know, like how we do every Friday when you win.” There was no ‘if’.

Roy slowly lowered him down and the music started up once again, and people started dancing, the fight all but forgotten since most of the people were just too drunk or too high to care. Jenny touched his arm affectionately. "I’m sorry we left you with the kid," she said. Roy nodded, not really listening, paying more attention to the beer someone had just passed him.

On the other side of the room, Ed was leaning into a wall, feeling like a total loser. A few times someone came up to him and shook his hand, telling him what a great race it had been and that they were surprised over how close he came to beating Roy. The rest who talked to him either asked if he had even been in the race or had seen it.
Ed wasn’t used to this kind of socialising. When he was in Risembool he knew most of the people at any party or at least it was a friend of a friend. ’It’s your second day, don’t expect too much,’ he reminded himself.

”Are you going to stand there all night or do you want to go out catch some air?" Ed heard a voice behind him ask. Ed rolled his eyes and followed him out the apartment and sat down in the stairway. Roy offered a smoke from a box he had borrowed from havoc with no intention of returning it. A slow sexy song started up inside, the people cheering before growing quiet as couples formed and began to dance.

”You race well, Fullmetal.” Roy said.

”Thanks,” Ed said. Somehow it felt really good to hear that. Roy handed him a beer and they cheered each other before drinking greedily, both sighing afterwards, Ed licking his lips.
Roy set his bottle down next to him and put an arm on Ed’s shoulders and took a deep puff from his cigarette.

”Hey, Roy…what are you--"

”Shhh,” Roy whispered, the smoke slipping past his lips coming closer and closer, so close Ed could smell the beer on his breath and the sweat from the cops chasing them on his skin. He could have punched him, but….he wasn’t going to resists, moving closer and closing his eyes.

”Hey Ed! Snap out of it! Earth calling Edward Elric! Are you going to stand there all night? Hellooooo?”

Ed nodded absently, his face flushed.

”Hey, you look kind of red. Do you want me to drive you home?”

”Thanks, but no thanks Winry. I’ll go call a cab go home. Goodnight.”
Ed walked passed Roy and Jenny who were heading to the bedroom.

’I need to get a really good lay,’ he thought before heading out the door.

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One on the street he dialled the number of the information but he couldn’t get a signal. He tried again but the same thing. Frustrated he grabbed a cigarette, growling when he remembered he didn’t have a lighter on him. He considered his options to inside and get a lighter, or even better, a phone that worked. Turning to go back inside he stopped when a horn sounded. Looking down the street he saw a black car heading his way, pulling to a stop besides him. The window slid down and he saw a face he didn’t expect to find in Central.

”I thought it was you, Edward.” The driver said.

”Scar!”

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