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Descent

Chapter Five

Stray Dogs

Roy
felt antsy and couldn�t seem to concentrate on the work before him.� A large stack of paperwork sat in front of
him.� Dull reports and mundane requests
to either approve or disapprove were not his idea of a good time.� He cradled his head in one hand staring
blandly at the grains in the wood of his desk.�

He really wished he�d hurry and get promoted.� ��

He was lifting his free hand to turn the page when the door
to his office burst open.� A short, blond
teenager stalked into the room carrying a folder thick with papers in his hands.� The new arrival turned and roughly slammed
the door behind him before stalking across the office and violently throwing the
folder onto Roy�s
desk; scattering papers everywhere.� A few
documents fell slowly to the floor near his feet.�

�Welcome back Fullmetal,� Roy said calmly, as he looked Edward Elric up
and down.� The blond alchemist was
missing the long red coat and black jacket he usually wore, and only had on the
sleeveless black shirt and black pants.� The
sight of Elric showing skin was alluring; arousing in a way that made him want
to see what to see more.��

Sighing, he looked at the mess of papers scattered across
his desk.� �He must have got up on the
wrong side of bed this morning�like always...� he muttered to himself, then to the
blond, �Well Ed, I see that your brother�s politeness hasn�t rubbed off on you
yet.�

�Well, Roy, I see that Hawkeye�s work ethics
haven�t rubbed off on you yet,� Ed replied snidely.

The colonel smiled, and thought he kind of liked hearing the
short alchemist saying his name, although he�d much rather hear Ed moan or
scream it in the middle of a hot, lusty romp in the sheets�� The mental image excited him, and he thought
perhaps he�d like be alone for a bit.�

Besides� he really didn�t want to accept Elric�s
resignation�

�Actually I was in
the middle of something, so perhaps we could have this chat another time?�

The blond teen growled, then said harshly, �I�m not here on
a social call! You wanted me to turn in my resignation papers in person, so
there they are.� I�m not going to let you
put this off or keep jerking me around.�

�I�m not putting you off,� he lied.� �I do
have urgent business that I need to attend to.��
Like throttling the joystick in
the bathroom.� �Besides, I need to
know that you�ve really thought this
over.� Are you sure leaving the military is what you want to do?� Because, Fullmetal�� Roy
leaned forward in his chair and looked into Ed�s eyes. ��men of your stature are in short supply.�

The short alchemist�s hands clenched into fists and he
yelled, �I�ve had it with your damn short jokes!� Just sign the fucking papers.� You�re giving me a headache...�

Roy
watched his subordinate and wondered how long this energy would last if they
were screwing each other senseless.

�You sure it�s a headache and not a foot ache?� I know it must be hard to tell the
difference��

Ed stalked over to the desk, slammed his hands down and
looked straight at Roy.� �Shut the fuck up!� I can�t believe
that out of 100,000 sperm, you were
the quickest!� Your jokes aren�t
funny.� Now sign the damn papers, you��

Speaking of sperm...� �Okay, I�ll sign them.�

��arrogant son of
a bi� what?� Ed stopped his rant with a stunned look on his face.

�I said, �okay, I�ll sign them,�� Roy repeated calmly, then looked around. �Of
course, that is if you�ll find which papers are yours��

The young alchemist peered warily at the colonel as he moved
to go through the papers.� Roy turned in his chair
and looked down at the documents on the floor.�

�Fullmetal�� Roy
said evenly, trying not to betray anything.

�What?� came the irritated response.

�Why don�t you start with the ones over here?�

He heard an irritated sound from the young man, then,
�You�re right there, you pick them
up.�

But what fun would
that be? Roy
thought before saying, �Yes, but they�re there because of you.�

Ed walked around the desk and knelt on the floor.� The colonel looked at the blond head, which,
in his line of sight, just happed to be right between his knees, and
smiled.� �That�s not a bad position for
you, Fullmetal.��

The young alchemist�s head jerked up with a startled look on
his face.� When he saw Roy�s expression, Ed eyed the colonel up and
down with a sneer on his face.� �Is that
what your superiors say when you go in for your evaluations?�

Roy
leaned forward in his chair, putting his face close to the kneeling teen.� �Are you implying that I�m sleeping my way to
the top?� he asked in amusement.

�Did you just make a pass at me a minute ago?� Ed countered.

Roy
grinned; his desire burning with this new development.� �What do you think?�

�I think you know what I was implying when I said what I
did.�

The colonel leaned forward and whispered, �Well, your
implication was wrong.�

Ed stood and looked down at the seated man.� Roy
thought even a blind man would have noticed the large lump in the blond�s
pants.� �I guess one out of two isn�t
bad?� Ed said, his words light, but full of the deeper meaning.

Roy
reached out and moved a finger along the buckle on Ed�s belt.� �I guess not.�

For almost a second there was silence, before Ed dropped the
papers he was holding and climbed onto him, almost towering over his commanding
officer, as he straddled Roy�s legs.� The
golden eyed teen roughly pressed his lips to Roy�s as he began undoing the buttons that
held the colonel�s military jacket closed.

It didn�t take Roy
long to recover from the boy�s quick movements.�
He grabbed Ed�s firm rear in one hand, moved his other to unbuckle the
belt and slipped his tongue inside the teen�s mouth.� Ed, now pulling open the jacket and starting
on the white shirt, pushed his own tongue into Roy�s mouth, urgently trying to take control
of the kiss.

Before Ed could finish unbuttoning the shirt, Roy, now done with the
belt, moved his other hand to Ed�s ass before hoisting the young alchemist up
and onto the desk.� Ed grinned
mischievously at his commanding officer and scooted away.� Lying down, the young alchemist stared at the
colonel with an inviting look.� ��

Roy
raised an eyebrow and said through deep breaths, �What about the paperwork?�

�Fuck the paperwork.�

Hoisting himself onto the desk with one knee, choicely
placed between Ed�s thighs, Roy
leaned over the prostrate boy and said, �I�d much rather fuck you.�

Ed grinned then quickly wrapped his legs around Roy�s, grabbed the colonel�s
shoulders and used his body weight to turn the man over onto his back.� Ed, instantly in the dominating position,
looked down at Roy
and said, �I�m in charge now, Flame Alchemist.�

�Oh really?� Roy
countered and began to lift his hands to grab the boy, but Ed moved quickly and
pinned them down.� �If you�re good, maybe
I�ll let you be on top later, but right now you�re being, very, very,
bad,� Ed said the last as he rubbed his swelling erection against Roy�s.� He groaned and when Ed let go of his wrists, Roy grabbed the teen�s
head, pulled it down, closed his eyes and roughly kissed him as he let his
other hand go back to getting Ed out of his�

The phone rang.

Roy
ignored it.

The phone continued to ring so he reached over, intending to
pick the phone up then hang it back up again.�
But as his hand reached for the phone, the feel of the young man in his
arms slowly disappeared.� When Roy�s hand landed on the
phone, he opened his eyes, trying to figure out what had happened to his new play
thing as his bedroom materialized around him in the darkness.

The phone continued to ring.

He blinked at the change of scenery.� The phone rang again and he roughly yanked it
from the receiver and growled, �What?�

There was a moment of silence before Kain Fuery�s voice
hesitantly sounded on the other line.�
�I�m sorry to wake you at this hour sir, but I just got some information
that I thought you�d like to know.�

The black eyed man grabbed his pocket watch from the night
stand.� He tried twice to push the silver
button, but his thumb kept slipping.� His
palms were sweaty; his whole body was covered in sweat.� His penis was hard from the dream and Roy had a sudden, insane
urge to hang up on the short, mousy master sergeant and have himself some hand
to gland combat while thinking of how his dream might have ended.��

Instead, he tried to ignore his throbbing need. �Adjusting his boxers, he opened the silver pocket
watch; but in the darkness he couldn�t make out the time.� A faint light from the street lamp outside
came through the window behind his bed and he turned the watch slightly to
catch the glow.� When the beam shone dimly
on the thin crystal face, Roy
grunted and let the hand holding the watch drop down on the mattress.� It made a small bounce before laying still.

Roy
sighed.�

This had better be
good.�

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

Winry opened the door to Al�s room and peeked inside.� Although it was morning, the storm that was
still raging outside hid most of the light from the sun, making the room dim
and gray.� Through the gloom she saw the
taller of the Elric brothers lying on a bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling.� In a way it was so strange�� Six years earlier that same bed had held
another injured Elric; a small boy of eleven missing an arm and a leg.

The two situations were so different though; then, Ed had
saved Al by giving up his arm, and Al had stayed by his brother�s side during
the time Ed recovered, both from the trauma of losing two limbs, and also after
the automail surgery.�

This time however�this time it was Al in the bed, but he was
alone. �No brother to keep him company,
to stay by his side.

Winry frowned.�

And hadn�t Al suffered the first time too?� Not just because his brother was in pain, but
because his spirit hadn�t had a body of flesh and blood to call home.� And hadn�t that been Ed�s fault too?� If he would have just listened to Al and not
gone through with trying to bring back their mother, wouldn�t things be so
different now?

Her lower lip trembled slightly and she swallowed the lump
that was forming in her throat.� She felt
so�angry�at Ed.� After all they�d been through, how could he
hurt his own brother like that?� How
could he attack the boy who had always idolized him?

And what about her?�
She hadn�t done anything to deserve his wrath.� The words he had spoken burrowed painfully
inside her, hurting her in a way that his physical attack hadn�t.

She pushed the unpleasant thoughts away, opened the door fully
and walked into the room.� Balanced on
her arm was a small tray holding some eggs, toast, and a bottle of milk.� She placed the tray on the small bedside
table and sat down next to the bed.

Winry looked down at her friend and sighed.� Dark circles had formed under Al�s soft,
brown eyes making him look worn and haggard.�
In the two days since Ed had run off, Al had slept very little.� Winry knew that he blamed himself for the
argument, for the fight.� She wished she
could make him believe that he wasn�t responsible, but nothing she said seemed
to help.� ��

�Good morning,� She said softly.

�If you say so.�

Winry chose to ignore his pessimism.� �I brought you some breakfast.�

�I�m not hungry.�

She grabbed an extra pillow from under the bed and propped
it under Al�s head.� �I don�t care.� You need to eat.�� When she got no response from him, Winry
picked up the plate, speared a couple pieces of scrambled egg and held it to
Al�s mouth.

He looked at her for a moment, sighed, then took the fork
from her.� �I can feed myself��

Winry nodded and surrendered the plate to him.� Some people were just too stubborn to take it
easy.� Al would be up and walking around
sooner than he should.� It had been the
same with Ed when they had first equipped him with his automail.� Winry just hoped he wouldn�t try leaving to find
his brother before his body could handle the stress of travel.�

She frowned.� A kick
to the ribs, a kick anywhere, from
automail was no laughing matter.� Al was
lucky he only had to contend with a black and blue midsection and a few broken
ribs.� It could have been worse�

Ed... Why...?� Why did it come to this, how did it come to this?� And where did you go?� Why haven�t you come back?� Why haven�t you called? Don�t you care about
Al at all?

Tears filled her vision and she stood up quickly.� Turning her back from Al she said, �I�ll be
back, keep eating,� before running from the room.

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

The dark haired man looked at the map and sighed.� In the four days since Fuery�s middle of the
night phone call, Roy
had learned quite a bit without learning anything at all, if that were
possible.� The Organization had taken a
large strong hold in the east.� The
military had been stationed out there to take care of the rebellion led by that
priest, who just happened to have disappeared during some of the fighting... (1)�

According to Fuery, a large group from The Organization had
taken sides with the civilians and had rallied them against the military;
strengthening Lior�s position.� Not only
that, but many other towns and cities in the East have joined with The
Organization, revolting against the militant government.��

Not many knew of this new development in the east, and the
higher ups were trying to keep it secret for as long as possible.� Roy
didn�t think this was a secret that would keep for very long given the
magnitude of the situation.� It had been
this information that Fuery had been so anxious to give him.� Truthfully, the news probably could have
waited until the morning, but it was
important, and if his junior officers were going to do things like tap into
phone lines in the middle of the night to get a job, that he gave them, done,
then he�d better be willing to be woken up.

Of course, what had possessed the mousy man to do such a
thing in the middle of the night was beyond Roy, but whatever got the job done, he
supposed�

The door to his office opened and Lieutenant Hawkeye walked
in, shutting the door softly behind her.�
He looked at the clock on the wall and was surprised to see how late it
was.�

�Going home, lieutenant?� he asked.

�Actually, I have some things to finish before I start
enjoying the weekend, so I�ll be staying late.�

�Oh.� I see.�

�I saw that there was light on under your door and thought
I�d offer you a ride home if you were ready to call it a night(2).�

Roy
looked at her in surprise.� Since he
didn�t live very far from central headquarters, he usually just walked
home.�

The blonde woman seemed to understand the look on his face
because she said, �It�s raining(3).�

He turned and looked out the window.� It was dark, and sheets of water ran down the
outside of the glass.

�Raining� was an understatement.

Perhaps a ride would be nice after all.� �

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

Roy
stared out the car window as Hawkeye drove slowly down the street.� The rain was coming down so hard that the
buildings beyond the sidewalk were only fuzzy shadows in the darkness.� The storm was truly an amazing display of
nature�s fury.�

He was just glad he didn�t have to fight out in it.

Without the use of his gloves he would have to resort to
drawing arrays, if it were possible in the amount of mud there would be on a
battlefield.� Of course there was hand to
hand combat, but he wasn�t very skilled in that area�

Well... we all have our
strengths... he thought.� I have flame alchemy, Hawkeye her guns,
Armstrong his strength, Fuery his brains, Breda
his tactical skills, Falman his amazing memory, Havoc his diplomacy skills,
Elric his automail and his ability to transmute without a circle...

He sighed at the thought of the stubborn, young alchemist.

Fullmetal Alchemist
Edward Elric... he thought the name in his head.

Fullmetal...�

Suddenly a blurry patch of red passed by his window and Roy sat up straight.�

Fullmetal?� He turned around in his seat, but could
only make out a red fuzzy blob through the rain.

�Lieutenant, stop the car!� he ordered.

Her foot went to the break immediately and the car began to
drift slightly to the side before it stopped.�
If they had been going faster, the car would have slid down the street
and hit a pole.�

�Back up!�

The car began to drive in reverse until they once again
passed the red blur.�

�Stop!�

When the car stopped, Roy
grabbed the umbrella at his feet, opened the door, opened the umbrella and
stepped out into the rain.� The red blur
was walking toward him and soon the blur became a short blond teenager wearing
a long red coat.� The boy�s shoulders
were slumped, his head bowed and he walked with slow shuffling steps.� He was so drenched that a tub of water could
have been poured on him and he wouldn�t have gotten any wetter.�

�Fullmetal?�

The shuffling gait stopped, but he didn�t raise his head.

Roy
walked over to the seventeen year old, moving close enough that the large
umbrella covered them both.� The two
alchemists stood there for several minutes before Roy spoke again.

�Fullmetal?��

Ed�s head, still down, turned slightly away from the colonel
and Roy�s eyes
narrowed.� Slowly, he brought his hand up
and took a hold of the blond�s chin.� He
gently tried to move Ed�s head up to look at him, but the boy resisted.

Roy
took a firmer grip on his junior officer�s chin and pulled up with more effort,
though still being gentle.� For a moment,
Roy thought he
wouldn�t be able to get Ed to look at him, but then the short alchemist
surrendered and his head came up easily in the black haired man�s grip.

What Roy
saw made him gasp.� Ed�s left eye was bruised,
but starting to heal; black and blue just beginning to show the change to a
sickly yellow.� The other eye was baggy
and had dark under circles, from lack of sleep he guessed.� The teen�s nose was also bruised and a small
amount of crusty blood was visible in one of the nostrils.� Ed�s eyes were red and puffy, and his face
looked splotchy.� The Flame Alchemist
could only suppose this was from heavy crying.�

But the worst thing Roy
saw in Ed�s eyes was defeat, depression and hopelessness.� The fire was gone and only a dull, dead look
remained.

A million questions ran though Roy�s mind, but none of them seemed
appropriate for the moment, so he said nothing.�
Later would be a better time for questions, but not now.� He let go of Ed�s chin and took a hold of his
arm.� It was like grabbing a sponge.� Water gushed from the heavy clothing and ran
down the sleeve of Roy�s
uniform.

�Come with me Fullmetal, you know it�s not safe for a State
Alchemist to be out on his own, especially at this time of night.(4)�

Roy guided the younger State Alchemist toward
the car and thought, I guess Fuery isn�t
the only one with a weakness for stray dogs...(5)

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1) Refer to episode fourteen.� I am, obviously taking some liberties here
concerning the story line and the time line.

2) Throughout the series, you see Hawkeye and Havoc driving
Mustang in a car.� Having no idea who the
car actually belongs to, I�m going to assume it is a military owned vehicle and
that those of higher rank have a sort of limited use of the vehicles.� In this case, I am going to assume that it
would be alright for Hawkeye to drive Mustang home, but the car would need to
be returned to the military building.�
Mustang could not drive himself home and keep the car there.

3) They�re getting the same storm Rizembool had.� Rizembool is north of Central
City.(refer to episode two.)

4) As I said in the summery of what is going on in the FMA
world in the first chapter, Scar is still on the loose.

5) You�ll remember in episode 13 when Fuery found the puppy
it was raining, though the storm wasn�t nearly as bad as the one in this
chapter.

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