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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,394
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Full Metal Alchemist, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Shall I Repeat?
DISCLAIMER:
OBVIOUSLY I DON’T OWN FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST, OR ELSE ROY AND ED WOULD BE LONG OUT OF THE CLOSET AND HUGHES (SNIFF SNIFF) WOULD SOOOOOOOOOOOO NOT BE DEAD. I DO NOT PROFIT MONETARILY FROM THIS CREATIVE GENIUS OF MINE, MORE\'S THE PITY. THE ONLY CHARACTERS THAT I DO OWN (OR ARE ON LOAN FROM THE OWNER) ARE ISIRIUS (MINE) AND MOON (MY BETA). IF YOU NEED TO BLAME SOMEONE FOR ANY OF THE CONTENT IN THIS STORY PLEASE WRITE TO: CAT THE HENTAI MUSE C/O FYRNISIS@HOTMAIL.COM. HE PROBABLY WON\'T ANSWER THOUGH. HE HATES BEING WOKEN UP.
Maes: (holding 6 foot pole) *poke* *poke*
Isirius: *Twitch*
Maes: Oh my God! She moved! She’s not dead!
Ed: Aww shit… That means I have to finish that goddamn pervert chick’s story…
Roy: Oh, but now you’re in my hands Ed. My big, strong, talented hands. And look, they fit perfectly around your big, round-
*smack* *bang* *pow*
Isirius: Owwwww… He’s the one that said it Edo-kun.
Ed: YOU GAVE THEM TO ME YOU HENTAI WACKO PERVERT FREAK!!!
Isirius: Yes, but you look so nice in them!
Ed: SICK, TWISTED, MORALY BANKRUPT…
Maes: Yeah, Ed, we get the point. Hey Roy, wipe your mouth.
Roy: Did you see that? The way they moved with him as he pummeled her into oblivion… so beautiful…
Ed: Stop staring at me you ass!!
Isirius: (falls to feet and grovels) I’m sooooooooooooo sorry…. I’m not dead, and I’ve really been trying to get to writing but I just started a new job and my whole schedule shifted. Now instead of going to bed at 6 am I wake up at 6 am, and that makes for a very pooped me. But now I’m back, and Moon’s threatened to stop loaning me anime until I write more… so write I will!!!
And thank you all who liked and reviewed my story, I owe you all a pint of blood for not getting back to this sooner… do you want it fed-ex or ups? I never know which is better.
Chapter 6: Shall I Repeat?
The coffee cup slapped down on the table in front of him, splashing some over the edge. The still stunned silence surrounding him was quickly getting on his nerves, and if someone other than that sick, good-for-nothing freak of an ex-colonel didn’t say something soon he was going to start hurting people. The cramps he’d woken up with this morning really weren’t helping things.
Ed cringed as he heard the col... General sip his black-with-no-sugar-what-am-I-a-pussy? coffee. Pussy. He just couldn’t stand to conduct his interrogations by himself - he had to have an audience. And what an audience. The silence was so thick he could cut it with a very dull spoon. It seemed as though even Armstrong couldn’t find any words despite his family’s generations of grand articulation. Heh.
Should have just stayed in bed this morning. Those aches were a warning, he knew it and he should have listened. Damn them, all he’d wanted to do was find Al, see how things were going, and then get back to Rizenbul. Why couldn’t things go his way just once in a while?
Hughes should be getting back with his stuff any minute now, too. And won’t that just be a grand old time. Ed didn’t even want to think about Hughes’s reaction to some of the things he would have come across in his things, didn’t want the man he’d thought of like a father for so long coming to the ‘obvious’ conclusions he must have, And of course anything Hughes knows Mustang knows... please just let me get to him first.
*
Roy sat staring at Ed, unable to keep the smirk from his face. He’d never admit it, but Fullmetal looked good in drag. Sitting there with his head bowed, staring into the overly creamed coffee in front of him, he looked... cute.
And then there were the stupefied looks of his staff… Hawkeye looked a little green around the gills. Must be the idea of Fullmetal having a larger rack… seems he went a little overboard on the padding. There was, however, no denying that it looked good that way, though a little over balanced. If they were real Mustang would wonder how Fullmetal stayed upright. Even then, the padding must be somewhat cumbersome. Ah well, Maes should be back with a change of clothes for him soon.
But in the meantime… “Well then, comfortable Ed?”
“...........”
“Oh, come on, it’s been three years. Don’t you have anything to say to your old commanding officer?”
“...........”
“Well then, mind if I ask a few questions?”
\"...... get bent.”
“Now, now, Fullmetal, that’s just rude. And with ladies present… tsk, tsk.”
“............”
“Very well then, why don’t we begin with why you’re here.”
“I was passing through.”
“And so you decided to play dress up?”
“............”
“How did you know Al was missing?”
“A little birdie told me.”
“Please don’t be cliché, Ed.”
“Maybe if you leave me alone I won’t have to.”
“Leave you alone and unprotected while you’re illegally wearing what is most likely a stolen uniform? Impersonating military personnel, which by the way is a capitol offense. You’re going to need all the help you can get here Ed, and I can’t do anything if you don’t start telling me what’s going on.”
“It would be less paperwork if you just let me go. Only you and yours know I’m here, just let me walk out and I’ll be out of your hair for good. No harm, no foul.”
“Ah, but we’re not the only ones. You yourself made sure of that when you broke the local blacksmith’s arm. No, I’m afraid that it’s just not possible.”
*
Ed looked around the room at all the wide eyes. The shock was starting to wear off, and the grim truth setting in. He knew just as well as they did that if he didn’t face the music on this one it would come down hard on Mustang. Despite his rise in the ranks he still had a lot of enemies who would be more than happy to exploit this little ‘mishap’. No, he wouldn’t do that to them. This time he was well and truly caught.
“It doesn’t leave the room.” He looked straight into Mustang’s eyes as he said this, and slowly circuited the room. Hawkeye and Armstrong both straightened under his gaze, their faces hardening in agreement. Havoc stared, the cigarette hanging in his mouth bobbing with his head. Falman, Bredda and Fury all glanced around, and when no one contradicted his words they nodded. Maria, who had been assigned to Mustang’s staff not long after Ed’s ‘disappearance’, held his eyes for a long moment before her crisp nod. All were in agreement, except…
“Agreed.” Mustang couldn’t help his smirk. He’d known Fullmetal would cave, just a matter of time.
“One more thing. I’m not talking until Hughes gets her. I don’t want to have to repeat myself.” ‘Cue the moans and groans,’ he thought, ‘and if he complains just once I swear I’ll kill him.’
***************************************************************************
He felt warm. He was flanked on both sides, heat radiating outward. Somehow, though, it didn’t help the headache that was forming on the edge of his brain, or the fog.
‘What’s going on?’ he thought. He tried to open his eyes, but they were weighted down with exhaustion. He finally pried them open, and immediately his eyes landed on the face hovering over him.
“Welcome, Full Armor. I hope you’re feeling comfortable.”
OBVIOUSLY I DON’T OWN FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST, OR ELSE ROY AND ED WOULD BE LONG OUT OF THE CLOSET AND HUGHES (SNIFF SNIFF) WOULD SOOOOOOOOOOOO NOT BE DEAD. I DO NOT PROFIT MONETARILY FROM THIS CREATIVE GENIUS OF MINE, MORE\'S THE PITY. THE ONLY CHARACTERS THAT I DO OWN (OR ARE ON LOAN FROM THE OWNER) ARE ISIRIUS (MINE) AND MOON (MY BETA). IF YOU NEED TO BLAME SOMEONE FOR ANY OF THE CONTENT IN THIS STORY PLEASE WRITE TO: CAT THE HENTAI MUSE C/O FYRNISIS@HOTMAIL.COM. HE PROBABLY WON\'T ANSWER THOUGH. HE HATES BEING WOKEN UP.
Maes: (holding 6 foot pole) *poke* *poke*
Isirius: *Twitch*
Maes: Oh my God! She moved! She’s not dead!
Ed: Aww shit… That means I have to finish that goddamn pervert chick’s story…
Roy: Oh, but now you’re in my hands Ed. My big, strong, talented hands. And look, they fit perfectly around your big, round-
*smack* *bang* *pow*
Isirius: Owwwww… He’s the one that said it Edo-kun.
Ed: YOU GAVE THEM TO ME YOU HENTAI WACKO PERVERT FREAK!!!
Isirius: Yes, but you look so nice in them!
Ed: SICK, TWISTED, MORALY BANKRUPT…
Maes: Yeah, Ed, we get the point. Hey Roy, wipe your mouth.
Roy: Did you see that? The way they moved with him as he pummeled her into oblivion… so beautiful…
Ed: Stop staring at me you ass!!
Isirius: (falls to feet and grovels) I’m sooooooooooooo sorry…. I’m not dead, and I’ve really been trying to get to writing but I just started a new job and my whole schedule shifted. Now instead of going to bed at 6 am I wake up at 6 am, and that makes for a very pooped me. But now I’m back, and Moon’s threatened to stop loaning me anime until I write more… so write I will!!!
And thank you all who liked and reviewed my story, I owe you all a pint of blood for not getting back to this sooner… do you want it fed-ex or ups? I never know which is better.
Chapter 6: Shall I Repeat?
The coffee cup slapped down on the table in front of him, splashing some over the edge. The still stunned silence surrounding him was quickly getting on his nerves, and if someone other than that sick, good-for-nothing freak of an ex-colonel didn’t say something soon he was going to start hurting people. The cramps he’d woken up with this morning really weren’t helping things.
Ed cringed as he heard the col... General sip his black-with-no-sugar-what-am-I-a-pussy? coffee. Pussy. He just couldn’t stand to conduct his interrogations by himself - he had to have an audience. And what an audience. The silence was so thick he could cut it with a very dull spoon. It seemed as though even Armstrong couldn’t find any words despite his family’s generations of grand articulation. Heh.
Should have just stayed in bed this morning. Those aches were a warning, he knew it and he should have listened. Damn them, all he’d wanted to do was find Al, see how things were going, and then get back to Rizenbul. Why couldn’t things go his way just once in a while?
Hughes should be getting back with his stuff any minute now, too. And won’t that just be a grand old time. Ed didn’t even want to think about Hughes’s reaction to some of the things he would have come across in his things, didn’t want the man he’d thought of like a father for so long coming to the ‘obvious’ conclusions he must have, And of course anything Hughes knows Mustang knows... please just let me get to him first.
*
Roy sat staring at Ed, unable to keep the smirk from his face. He’d never admit it, but Fullmetal looked good in drag. Sitting there with his head bowed, staring into the overly creamed coffee in front of him, he looked... cute.
And then there were the stupefied looks of his staff… Hawkeye looked a little green around the gills. Must be the idea of Fullmetal having a larger rack… seems he went a little overboard on the padding. There was, however, no denying that it looked good that way, though a little over balanced. If they were real Mustang would wonder how Fullmetal stayed upright. Even then, the padding must be somewhat cumbersome. Ah well, Maes should be back with a change of clothes for him soon.
But in the meantime… “Well then, comfortable Ed?”
“...........”
“Oh, come on, it’s been three years. Don’t you have anything to say to your old commanding officer?”
“...........”
“Well then, mind if I ask a few questions?”
\"...... get bent.”
“Now, now, Fullmetal, that’s just rude. And with ladies present… tsk, tsk.”
“............”
“Very well then, why don’t we begin with why you’re here.”
“I was passing through.”
“And so you decided to play dress up?”
“............”
“How did you know Al was missing?”
“A little birdie told me.”
“Please don’t be cliché, Ed.”
“Maybe if you leave me alone I won’t have to.”
“Leave you alone and unprotected while you’re illegally wearing what is most likely a stolen uniform? Impersonating military personnel, which by the way is a capitol offense. You’re going to need all the help you can get here Ed, and I can’t do anything if you don’t start telling me what’s going on.”
“It would be less paperwork if you just let me go. Only you and yours know I’m here, just let me walk out and I’ll be out of your hair for good. No harm, no foul.”
“Ah, but we’re not the only ones. You yourself made sure of that when you broke the local blacksmith’s arm. No, I’m afraid that it’s just not possible.”
*
Ed looked around the room at all the wide eyes. The shock was starting to wear off, and the grim truth setting in. He knew just as well as they did that if he didn’t face the music on this one it would come down hard on Mustang. Despite his rise in the ranks he still had a lot of enemies who would be more than happy to exploit this little ‘mishap’. No, he wouldn’t do that to them. This time he was well and truly caught.
“It doesn’t leave the room.” He looked straight into Mustang’s eyes as he said this, and slowly circuited the room. Hawkeye and Armstrong both straightened under his gaze, their faces hardening in agreement. Havoc stared, the cigarette hanging in his mouth bobbing with his head. Falman, Bredda and Fury all glanced around, and when no one contradicted his words they nodded. Maria, who had been assigned to Mustang’s staff not long after Ed’s ‘disappearance’, held his eyes for a long moment before her crisp nod. All were in agreement, except…
“Agreed.” Mustang couldn’t help his smirk. He’d known Fullmetal would cave, just a matter of time.
“One more thing. I’m not talking until Hughes gets her. I don’t want to have to repeat myself.” ‘Cue the moans and groans,’ he thought, ‘and if he complains just once I swear I’ll kill him.’
***************************************************************************
He felt warm. He was flanked on both sides, heat radiating outward. Somehow, though, it didn’t help the headache that was forming on the edge of his brain, or the fog.
‘What’s going on?’ he thought. He tried to open his eyes, but they were weighted down with exhaustion. He finally pried them open, and immediately his eyes landed on the face hovering over him.
“Welcome, Full Armor. I hope you’re feeling comfortable.”