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The More I Learn to Care For You - Roy's POV	By : ZaKai Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3280 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The More I Learn to
Care for You

Chapter Six

Human Error

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Roy opened his eyes, waking suddenly
from a dreamless sleep at the sound groaning; which made him feel like groaning
too.� His headache wasn�t as severe as it
had been, nor the nausea, but it was still there
making him wish he was still asleep.�

At
another groan, he turned his gaze to rest on the young man sleeping beside him
and frowned.� Ed�s face was screwed up tight,
as if he was having a nightmare.� Roy wondered if it would
be best to wake the teen.� Normally Ed
didn�t like being woken and tended to get cranky, but in this situation...

Deciding
to chance Ed�s pissy attitude, Roy reached over and shook him.� �Hey...� he whispered, more for the sake of
his own head than for Ed.� At this, Ed
simply groaned again, clutched his stomach and rolled into a ball.

Roy�s frown deepened.� Ed didn�t often get sick, but it wasn�t
unheard of.� Trying to be a little
gentler than he had before, Roy
slipped a hand under Ed�s bangs to see if the teen had a fever and grimaced at
the sweat there.�

Well, at least he doesn�t have a
fever, Roy thought, before
taking his other hand and rubbing it along Ed�s bare back.� �Edward...� he whispered in a kinder tone
than before.

Ed
grimaced and panted, �Fuck...� before curling his body even tighter.

Roy moved his hand from Ed�s forehead
and wiped it on one of the pillows. �What�s going on?� he asked feeling a
little concerned.�

Ed
cracked an eye open and groaned, �My stomach�s fucking trying to kill
me...�� The teen gazed at him as if Roy could do something
about it, then relaxed.�

Roy frowned.� �What did you eat for breakfast?� he asked,
wondering if the kid had drunk the same shitty coffee he�d brought over.� If so, then he�d be sure not to drink the
rest of it...

Ed
swallowed again.� �Nothing.� I haven�t�� he began, but fell silent.

Roy�s frown deepened.� Ed hadn�t eaten anything for
breakfast...?� �Okay, well, maybe it�s
what you ate for dinner last night,� he said, trying to puzzle out what could
be wrong with the teen.� If he knew what
it was, then he could do something about it.�
Right now though, Roy
felt a little helpless, and he didn�t like that.

Looking
sheepishly away, Ed said, �Yeah, maybe...� �Reaching out, Ed draped his arm over Roy�s chest, trying to get him to lie back down before
moving his body closer to Roy.� �How�s the head?� Sorry I woke you...�

�The head
still hurts, but it�s not too bad,� Roy
said, still rubbing Ed�s back.� He wasn�t
sure if that qualified as a lie or not given that his head did still ache
badly, but he didn�t dwell on it, and Ed didn�t need to know. �Right now he
was more interested in how he could help Ed feel better than focusing on himself.� �Well, if
you didn�t eat breakfast, that�s probably your problem.�� He paused.�
It wasn�t like Ed not to eat...�
�Why didn�t you eat breakfast anyway?�
You�re usually starving by the time you get up.�

�I
couldn�t... I...�� Ed brushed his hair
back over his shoulder.� �I rushed over
to the office to talk to you and then came here... so, don�t worry about
it.� I�ll be fine,� Ed said,
a small smile on his face and suddenly he was painfully reminded of the
conversation they�d earlier that morning.�
Ed�s words, so flattering and almost believable ran through his head,
but he tried to push them away; tried to push the negative feelings away.�

He didn�t
like to think that somehow Ed had picked up hollow flattery from him, but for
some unknown reason he found the idea that Ed had somehow learned it on his own
even more bothersome. �Roy
had never been on the receiving end of hollow words and pretty lies, at least
that he knew of, and the thought that he was now, with someone he cared about,
made him feel empty inside.

He tried
to push the thoughts away, but Ed was smiling up at him so sweetly, yet he was
lying through his teeth.� Ed wasn�t
fine.� Something was obviously wrong, yet
he refused to tell him what it was.� Hurt
flashed through him at the thought that perhaps Ed didn�t want his help.� Perhaps Ed was trying to distance himself in
preparation for breaking up their relationship...�

�You
rushed over to the office...?� Roy
asked, trying to ignore the numb feeling that was starting to spread through
him.� �You must be sick...�� It was true.�
Ed going in early was like Jean Havoc going a day without smoking.� It just didn�t happen.� �You didn�t eat breakfast, and you showed up for work early?�� Roy
reached over and felt Ed�s forehead again, ignoring Ed�s smirk.� Most likely there was a smart ass comment
floating around inside his head, and Roy
didn�t want to know what it was.� He
would take care of Ed right now and deal with the other later... or at least
he�d try... �Well, you don�t have a fever,� he said, wiping his hand on the
pillow again. ��You
wouldn�t be sweating this much if you did.�
I think you need to eat something.��

�I only
went to talk with you.� Really, it�s okay, I don�t think I can handle food right now,� he
heard Ed say as he sat up and, turning his back to Ed, swung his legs over the
side of the bed.� Roy stopped and frowned when he felt Ed�s
hand on his arm. ��It�ll go away soon, I�m sure.�

Roy turned his head and upper body so
that he could stare at Ed, who was smiling softly.� This was very, very, unusual.� �You don�t
want food?� he asked quietly, more to himself than to Ed.� Ed shook his head to indicate that he didn�t
want anything.� An unpleasant thought
occurred to him that maybe Ed just didn�t want food from him...� �When did you eat
last?� he asked.

�I don�t
know.�� He didn�t know?� Roy felt frustration well up inside of
him.� How could Ed not know when he�d
eaten last?� Food was to Ed as water was
to a fish.� �Come on, lay back down,� Ed
said and tugged at Roy�s
shoulder.� �It�s gone, so don�t worry about
it, okay?�� Roy worked hard to keep his face smooth.� Don�t worry about it?� Sure... of course... he just wouldn�t worry
about it...� �Come back to bed,� Ed said
suggestively with a small smirk.

Sex.

Of course.

Probably
the one thing they really had in common; they both liked sex.� A lot.� Of course he�d said no sex until the date,
but he probably wasn�t going to get that date.�
Wouldn�t it be better to get what intimacy he could from Ed while they
were together?� Maybe sex would spur Ed�s
appetite as well.

�Come
on,� Ed coaxed again with a small tug on his shoulder.� �I�d be honored
to have you come back to bed.�

Roy turned his body back so that his
back was facing Ed and ran a hand through his hair.� Ed would be honored, huh... More meaningless flattery... or maybe Ed was making
fun of him...� Cold anger spread through
him.� Sure.� He�d give Ed what he wanted.� The kid was obviously trying to manipulate
him, so he�d give in.� After all, sex was
probably the only thing Ed wanted from this relationship anyway.� He wasn�t sure why that bothered him so much, after all, sex was sex...� Did he really want more from Ed that
much?� Had he sunk so low that he
actually wanted a real relationship
with someone?� When the hell had this
happened?

He turned
around fully and crawled over the bed, pushing Ed down on his back, then straddled Ed�s hips.�
He felt himself getting hard at the prospect of fucking the teen, but
inside he felt no real excitement.� He
felt angry that he let himself believe he had something with Ed; angry that he
allowed himself to get to that point.�
The game was to screw Ed and take him off his self made pedestal.� Not to fall himself...�

He
ignored the pain in his heart that begged him not to shut Ed out, but it was
too late.� Roy had pushed his share of
lovers away; watched them leave with tears in their eyes after he broke things
off with them, and he�d be dammed if he�d let Ed do that to him.

He let
his eyes and hands wander over Ed�s body.�
He would not be the one to
leave crying.� He wouldn�t be the one who agonized over being dumped.� No... no way.� He leaned over and started kissing Ed�s neck
and playing with one of the teen�s nipples.�

�Is this
what you want, Ed?� Roy
asked breathily.� Is this what you want, you little whore? he
thought coldly.

�Yes, I
want this...� Ed answered.� Of course he
did... Roy moved his hand down to Ed�s groin and
felt the teen arch up, pushing himself against Roy�s hand.�
He continued fondling Ed and dragged his tongue wetly down Ed�s throat,
then to his chest, claming the teen�s other nipple in his mouth.� It was just sex.� That was it.�
This wasn�t lovemaking.� It
wasn�t, and he wouldn�t let it be.� He
unfeelingly told himself that he was fucking Ed and that was it.� Just like so many others before him.� It was all about getting laid...�

�AH!� Ed
moaned and arched off the bed.� �Roy...�

No... Roy thought, feeling the pain rise up inside
of him again.� Don�t say my name.� Don�t call
for me as if you care about me.� Ed
brought his hands up to Roy�s
head and kneaded the back of his head for a moment before he felt Ed trying to
pull him up, for a kiss probably...

Roy refused to do what Ed
wanted.� He wasn�t going to kiss him...
He wanted to, but he couldn�t...� Kisses
were reserved for people who cared about each other.� In a way, they were much more intimate than
sex.� If Ed didn�t care about him, then Roy didn�t want to make
that connection again.� If he did make
that connection, he�d only be setting himself up for more pain later...

No, this
was about sex.� Ed wanted sex, not intimacy, and he wouldn�t let
the little shit convince him otherwise.�
He�d already fallen into that trap...�
Moving his hand from Ed�s nipple, Roy
reached over, opened the nightstand drawer and clumsily felt around
inside.� He�d give Ed what he wanted and Roy would finish playing
the game he�d started out playing.�

And he
would win.

Oh yes...
He would definitely win.�

Roy never lost...

He found
what he wanted and pulled it out before shutting the drawer.� He released Ed�s nipple from his mouth and
pushed back on his heals, ultimately moving off of Ed and easing the teen�s
legs open with his so that he was sitting in between Ed�s open legs.� He gripped the bottle in his hand and glanced
at Ed who was gaping at him, mouth open slightly and hands at his sides,
working the sheet between his fingers.��

I never lose... he thought to himself, but deep inside he felt like he�d already
lost.�

He
snapped the cap open and squeezed some lube into his hand before looking down
and pressing a lubed finger against Ed�s opening and sliding it in.� He felt the muscles there contract around his
finger and his cock jumped in anticipation.�

�This is
what you want, right, Ed?� he asked quietly.�
This is the only thing you want
from me... just sex.� Tell me I�m right,
Ed, so that I can let you go, he thought.�
A part of him knew that he wasn�t being fair.� The kid wasn�t a mind reader, and it wasn�t
fair to expect him to read the deeper meaning to the question in the middle of
sex, but...

Ed gasped
and his eyes rolled back.� �Yes...� he
sighed.� �Yes, yes...�� The teen shifted and Roy�s finger moved in deeper.� �Roy...�
Ed moaned and arched his body again, using his flesh foot to rub along one of Roy�s legs as he licked his lips and watched Roy intently.

Roy looked down and worked another
finger in.� His body felt cold and a
little tingly as he tried to convince himself that Ed knew exactly what he�d
meant by the question.� He glanced back
up and said in an even tone, �Beg me, Ed.�
Beg me to fuck you.� Convince me
that this is what you want.�� Convince me you�re like everyone else.� Tell me it was all a lie...

Ed
groaned and flushed darkly.� �Roy, please, I want you
to fuck me, please.� I�ll do
anything.� I need you, please.� I want your cock inside me.�� Ed swallowed hard with the last sentence.

There.� He admitted it.� Ed would do anything to get Roy to fuck him...� That was all fine and dandy if it was all
about sex, but... but... it hadn�t been... right?� It hadn�t all been about sex right?� Not all along... It couldn�t have been. �Roy forced those thoughts
away angrily.� He felt like he was
fighting against himself and it was so frustrating and confusing...

�You�ll
do anything, huh?� he whispered, as if saying it out loud made his suspicions
correct. �He slowly worked in another
finger watching as it disappeared into Ed with the other two.� �Would you tell me what I wanted to hear to
get what you want?� he asked evenly, ignoring the fact that he was leading Ed
to say what he wanted him to, a skill he�d picked up from interrogating
prisoners of war during the Ishbal conflict.

Ed
groaned at the added finger.� �Yesss...� he hissed.�
�I...goddamn...just do it, please!� he begged,
his body shaking with need.

And why not?� Why not just give it to
him...� Roy�s body certainly wanted it; his cock hard
and erect. �Pulling
his fingers out, Roy
squeezed more lube out and spread it on his penis before maneuvering Ed�s legs
up onto his shoulders, careful not to hit himself in the head with the automail
leg.� When he felt the angle was good, he
touched the tip of his erection against the stretched opening before shoving
his cock up Ed�s ass, then grabbed Ed�s legs before
they could slide off his shoulders.�

Roy felt Ed�s muscles tighten at the
quick entrance and he held still for a minute.�
They were both breathing hard and he could tell by Ed�s gripping at the
sheets, his open mouth and his closed eyes, that it was a little more than he
had expected all at once.� Roy felt a pang of guilt
flash through him.� That was how he
treated whores or maybe one night stands, most definitely not how a long time
lover should be treated...

�Tell me,
Ed,� he said through heavy breaths.�
�Tell me what you want from me.�� Do you want me just for this or is there more?�

Ed simply
panted for a few moments then rolled his hips, �Move.� Fuck me, just move!� Ed said, his voice
rising in anticipation as he reached for Roy.

Just sex...�
�Is that it?� he asked pushing the ridiculous pain away.� What did he care if Ed just wanted sex?� He was being ridiculous.� A real relationship with someone Ed�s age
wasn�t possible.� He should have known
that before...� Why was he finding this so
hard to accept?

�Is that
it?� Ed asked, a look of confusion on his face. �He seemed to
contemplate this for a short second before saying, �Kiss me.� Hard.� �He stared at Roy intently and shifted again.

Roy
thought about the request briefly before he snatched Ed�s flesh hand and
pressed a hard kiss against it; his lips pressing against the scar Ed had from
when he�d hurt himself on New Year�s Eve.�
He wanted to kiss Ed on the lips, wanted to lose himself
in Ed�s embrace, but he couldn�t allow himself to do that.� He couldn�t allow himself to connect; not
when he knew it was all a lie...

He let go
of Ed�s hand and quickly grabbed one of Ed�s legs tightly for balance, then
wrapped his other hand around Ed�s cock and thrust into the smaller body,
pumping at the teen�s erection.�

Fucking
he could do.� It didn�t require emotional
attachment, just the desire for pleasure.�
He glanced down at Ed holding onto the bed for balance.� His eyes were closed and he panted and moaned
in a way that made Roy
want to just forget everything else that was going on in his head and immerse
himself in the feel of Ed under his hands and lips.� He longed to feel Ed�s arms around him, but
he refrained.

�I�m...going...to...�
Ed panted, then gasped as he climaxed hard; his eyes
closing firmly with the pleasure.� Cum
squirted forcefully up, hitting the exposed part of Roy�s lower stomach.� Smaller squirts didn�t reach up that far and
simply dropped back down onto Roy�s
hand. �He
waited a moment for Ed to start going down from his high before letting go of
his softening sex and, without bothering to wipe off his hand first, grabbed
tightly onto Ed�s other leg. �His body wanted release, no matter how
much his mind wanted to push Ed away so that he didn�t have to think about what
was going on.

Roy plunged quick and hard into Ed,
watching the smaller body move with each thrust.� He moaned at the pleasure, then held his
breath and squeezed his eyes shut at the moment of climax.� He pushed forcefully into Ed one last time, then let his body relax with a hard exhale.

Sitting
back on his heals a little, Roy
watched as Ed lay on the bed, body totally relaxed, with eyes closed, and
fought a sudden urge to kiss the teen.�
After a moment, Ed�s eyes cracked open and his lips moved into a small
smile before letting out a sigh.

�I
thought�not that I�m complaining�but...� Ed said, but trailed off near the end.

Of course
Ed wasn�t complaining.� He�d gotten what
he wanted...� Roy pulled out and let Ed�s legs down before
getting up and walking to the master bathroom connected to his bedroom.� Roy
was usually pretty pleasant after sex too, but right now he couldn�t help feeling
as if Ed were somehow manipulating him by being a little shit whenever he
wasn�t getting something he wanted; in this case, sex.

�Are you
hungry now?� Roy
asked loudly as he reached into the cupboard and pulled out a roll of toilet
paper. �He
felt irritated that he still cared whether or not Ed was feeling better.� He didn�t want to care...

�No, not
really,� he heard Ed say, his voice still contented.� Roy
pulled off some of the toilet paper and cleaned himself off.� �Are you coming back?� Ed called, then a note of concern entered his voice.� �Are you okay?� Is your head bothering you?�

A stab of
guilt hit him, but he ignored it.� That
was just Ed being Ed.� He had a certain
amount of general concern for everyone.�
It didn�t have anything to do with Roy
in particular.

With the
roll of toilet paper in hand, Roy
walked out of the bathroom and tossed the roll to Ed so that the teen could
clean himself up.� �I think you should
have something in your stomach,� he said, ignoring Ed�s earlier questions.� Yes, his head still hurt.� No, he wasn�t okay.� He felt shitty both physically and
emotionally.� �It�s not normal for you
not to be hungry, and stomach pains might be a sign that your body is unhappy
with you depriving it,� Roy
said conversationally, trying not to show the negativity he was feeling.� He wanted to get Ed fed, and out the door
before he said something he would regret later.

And he would regret it later.� He always did. �It wasn�t that he liked hurting people,
but it made him feel a little better making someone else feel just as bad as he
was.� He remembered some of the mean and
cruel things he�d said to previous lovers, and the
looks on their faces...� Oh, it had given
him some sort of morbid satisfaction in that moment, but later, when he had
time to dwell on it, he couldn�t help thinking that he had to be the biggest
bastard ever to walk the earth.

He�d
worked hard to keep himself in check when with Ed, at first because it could
have caused problems for him professionally, later because he cared...
because...� Even if he had to turn around
and walk away, leaving Ed to wonder for a while, it was better than the other.

Ed caught
the toilet paper, and frowned.� After a
moment of chewing lightly on his lip, Ed started cleaning himself up.� Pressing his lips together, Roy picked up his
pajama pants and put them on, then let his eyes follow Ed as he walked to the
bathroom, soiled toilet paper in hand.�
After a moment Ed came back out and leaned against the door frame.

�I don�t
think I like you drinking or hung over,� Ed pronounced.

Biting
back a comment on how Ed could mind his own damn business, Roy grunted and walked over to the teen.� He put a hand on Ed�s cheek, trying to ignore
Ed�s fine and very naked body, and slid his thumb over Ed�s face.� �I don�t see what the problem is.� You got what you wanted, didn�t you?�� The urge to say more was weighing heavily on
him and he decided that he needed to get away.�
He needed to pull himself together before his negativity became too much
to hold back.� Taking his hand away from
Ed�s face, Roy
turned and, left the room.� As he started
down the stairs, he said loudly, �Come down here when you�re ready.�

When he
got to the bottom of the stairs, Roy
glanced at the front door and suddenly wished he wasn�t in his pajamas. �If he were
dressed then he could just leave.� Leave
and go for a walk.� Cool his head...�

Instead,
he walked into the kitchen and quickly started the coffee.� Turning, he grabbed a mug out of the cupboard
and put it next to the coffee maker, then after a moment�s thought, snatched a
small glass and moved to the refrigerator.�
He filled the glass with milk, put it on the counter, then
moved back to the coffee pot.�

After a
moment, he heard Ed walk into the kitchen behind him.� Without looking, Roy pointed in the general direction of the
fridge and said, �Drink it.� It will help
your stomach.�� He didn�t know that it
would definitely help, but he�d seen
people swear by it, so it was the best he could do for now.

There was
a moment of silence, then, �I don�t do
milk.�

Again,
not turning, Roy
said flatly, �I did you, so do the milk.��
He knew Ed hated milk, but it wasn�t as if he were serving it to him for
some sort of refreshing beverage.� It was
meant to be medicine, and medicine didn�t always taste very good.� Pouring his coffee into his mug, Roy felt a wave of pain of
the earlier nausea flash through him and he wondered if perhaps he should be
drinking some milk too.��

He heard
Ed snort.� �That�s not equivalent.�

Roy turned around with his coffee in
hand and frowned.� He couldn�t believe Ed
was fighting him so much on this, especially after he�d given in about the no
sex agreement.� �Fine, Ed.� Don�t drink it.�� He didn�t want to argue.� It was hard enough to hold his tongue right
now without flared tempers.� �I�m not
your mother,� he added before he could stop it.�
Gritting his teeth against saying more, Roy grabbed the muffin Ed had brought him and
walked to the table.

�What the
fuck�s your problem?� We just had wicked
sex and you�re acting like a prick!� Ed yelled and slashed the air angrily with
his hand.� �I know I didn�t do anything
this time so what is it!� he added, and glared.

Roy glanced up at Ed feeling anger
burn deep within him.� Taking a sip of
the coffee, Roy
said calmly, �The milk will help your stomach.�
Why are you acting so childish when I�m trying to help you feel
better?��

He knew
he could have said in a less confrontational, and accusing way, but he wasn�t
feeling very nice at the moment.� Even
though everything was pointing to Ed ending what they had, Roy had still tried to take care of the
little shit.� Deep inside, he knew it was
because he cared that much for Ed, but he didn�t want to think about it.� If he did, then he didn�t know if he�d be
able to face the prospect of being without him...

�Don�t
turn this back on me.� You know what I�m
talking about.� I may have been caught up
in the moment, but that doesn�t mean I didn�t notice!� Ed exclaimed, then added in an offended tone, �You wouldn�t even fuckin� kiss me!�

�You find
the taste of vomit arousing?� Roy
asked calmly, then took another sip of the hot
liquid.� �Are you trying to start a fight
with me, Ed?�� Here�s your opening, Ed.� I�m
giving it to you on a silver platter.� If
you want to end this, then do it now.�
Don�t drag it on... Roy
thought.

Ed
pressed his lips together.� �I kissed you
when I first got here, you didn�t worry about it then.� But fine, I got shit to do.� You�re getting better, so I should shove
off,� Ed said, then turned around to go back upstairs for his jacket and coat.

Taking
another sip, Roy
watched Ed go, then turned his attention to the
muffin.� He didn�t feel especially
hungry, but Ed had brought it for him and it would probably be best if he ate
some of it...�

He shook
his head and began picking at it a little.�
Ed had brought it... and that disgusting excuse for coffee.� It really had been a nice gesture on his
part... Something Ed didn�t often do... nice gestures that is... With a sigh, Roy rubbed at his
eyes.� He wasn�t sure what to think
anymore.� He couldn�t help but think that
this must have been what some of his former lovers must have felt like as he
prepared to leave them.� He never
realized until now how awful it could be to be on the other end.�

He was so
confused and frustrated.� He didn�t want
it to end, but he was too proud to ask Ed to stay.� Instead, he found himself getting ready to do
what he did best:� Being the one to leave
first.

He heard
Ed coming down the stairs before he saw him, given that the teen had put his
boots back on. �Passing by the kitchen,
Ed waved and headed for the front door.

Roy watched, feeling as if this was
all happening to someone else.� Suddenly
anger washed over him, hot and scathing, and decided that if Ed was going to
walk out that door, it would be because Roy
wanted him to, not because Ed had decided it.

�It�s
rather telling, isn�t it, Ed?� Roy
said calmly, yet loud enough to hear.� Ed
stopped, mid-step and turned slightly.�
�I give you what you want, and you get angry at me for asking you to do
something as simple as drink a glass of milk... for your own health.�� He knew he should stop there.� Knew he should get up and walk away, but he
didn�t.� He couldn�t.� He felt a cold, calm anger deep inside of him
and he couldn�t stop his tongue.� �Your
selfishness never ceases to amaze me...� he added, then took a sip of the
coffee, as he calmly studied the teen.

When Ed
turned around to face him, Roy saw that his face had reddened, in anger he
supposed.� With deep, jagged breaths, Ed
opened his mouth to speak.� �I...� he
stopped for a moment, clenching and unclenching his jaw.� �I better go,� Ed finally said stiffly.� �Before I do something I�ll regret later.�

Roy glanced up at him, eyes lazily
half-lidded, and coldly calculated each step he needed to take to throw Ed off
his guard and put him in his place.� Ed�s
emotions were too easily triggered.� Five
minutes with the kid would show anyone that by how quickly he became angry.

�You do
that, Ed.� I understand that you don�t
have full control over yourself.�� He paused
to watch Ed�s reaction.� Ed let out a
shaky breath and clenched his hands into fists. �Anger first.� Anger is the child of pain, so he�d start
there first and work his way in.� �It
must be hard on you, knowing that you�re not really an adult yet.�� Another pause as he made a show of taking a
sip.� He needed to pace his words, so
that Ed could digest them.� �If you were,
you�d have more control over your actions and you wouldn�t have thrown a fit
when I asked you to do something that would help you.�

Ed
grimaced and pulled his lips back in a silent growl.� �I thought you said you liked my energy,� Ed
said defensively.� �Isn�t that what you
said and then right after you slapped me in the face by flaunting your past
flings?� I do have control, or else I�d
be over there right now punching your fuckin� face
in!�

�I don�t
recall flaunting my past flings in your face,� Roy said evenly.� Really, he didn�t.� He couldn�t even think of what the hell Ed
was talking about.� It was probably just
Ed blowing one or two words out of proportion, like always...� �It might be best if you didn�t take things
out of context, Ed.�� He took another sip
of the coffee.� It was all tactics
really; attack and defend, just like a battle.�
All I ever needed to know for
ending my love life, I learned in the military, he thought
sarcastically.�

But now
that Ed was defending one thing, it was time to bring in the real attack.� Anger was good only up to a specific
point.� Hurt was the best weapon, and he
intended to use it.� Shaking his head, Roy said, �You have such
violent tendencies, Ed.� I can only
imagine this is partially why your brother stays away from you.�� At this, Ed gasped and took a step back with
a horrified look on his face. ��Of course, I can imagine that just
seeing you brings many bad memories that he�d like to avoid.�

�You...you...take
that back...� Ed stammered.

�Sure.� I take it back.� But that doesn�t change the reality of it,� Roy returned, then put
down his coffee and gave Ed his full attention.�
�When was the last time you saw Alphonse?�� He paused again, knowing full well that the
next thing he was about to say was cruel, but at this point he really didn�t
care.� �You ruined his life.� Yes, you got his body back, but how many
years were wasted?� He knows you can�t control
yourself, just as much as I know you can�t.�
I�m sure he doesn�t want to chance having you do something even worse to
him.�

In
obvious distress, Ed gripped the front of his shirt over his stomach and drew
in a shaky breath.� �No...that�s not...� he whispered, then yelled, �That�s not
it!� He�s...he�s not scared of me!�� The bright red of a few moments before
drained away, leaving Ed�s complexion pale and washed out.� �He�s NOT!�

Roy shrugged.� �I�m sure you don�t threaten to hit him as
often as you threaten to hit me, but you�re really just an accident waiting to
happen.� You�ve really hurt a lot of
people with your careless attitude.�� He
paused and frowned at the sudden thought that he�d never see Maes again.� He could mention that to Ed, but... he
couldn�t.� What he was saying was enough
without mentioning names...� �People have
died because of you and your selfish carelessness...�� He trailed off, not able to say anymore.� It was too much, even for him.

Ed gasped
and swallowed hard giving Roy
a look that radiated deep pain as he backed away toward the door.� His hand worked over his stomach, opening and
closing and his eyes were focused on Roy
as if he were unable to take them away.

Roy picked up his mug, and took a
sip, suddenly feeling even worse than he had before.� �I�m sorry, I�ve kept you.� You said you were leaving.�� He took another sip and wished that Ed would
just leave so that he could go up to his room and be alone in his misery.� �Go on.�
Run away from the truth.� Humans
are good at lying to themselves to make reality less painful.� Go home and tell yourself that everything
I�ve said is a lie.� Continue to believe
that your brother is only staying in Rizembool because he has a love
interest.��

It was
hard to keep the emotion out of his voice and he had to work hard to keep his
tone steady.� �Go.� I�m tired of trying to do things for you,
only to get pushed away or have my words twisted into something else.� I�m sick of your selfish attitude.�� Ed shook his head and Roy could see tears gathering heavily in his
eyes.� Part of him screamed for him to
stop this, to not do this to Ed, but he was past the point of listening to his
inner self.

�All you
think about is yourself, and you don�t even stop to consider what someone else
might be thinking or feeling.� I don�t
know why I thought this could ever work...�
You�re obviously not interested in having a mature relationship.�� He paused when he realized he was putting too
much of his own feelings into this, and changed his direction back to calculating.� Giving Ed a hard look, he said coldly, �Get
out.�

Ed stared
at him like a deer stares into the lights of an approaching vehicle, frozen and
immovable.� The tears that had welled up
in Ed�s large, golden eyes finally overflowed and trickled slowly down his
cheeks.�

�Roy...� Ed whispered in a
soft plea that made Roy�s
heart drop.� In all the times he�d
unfeelingly made his lovers cry, he�d never once let them affect him at the
moment he was doing it.�

But this
was Ed.

And Ed
was different...

Roy watched silently as Ed continued
to stand there and cry; sniffling softly as the tears overflowed.� His fingers itched to reach out and pull Ed
close; to apologize for everything and make it all right again.

But he
couldn�t.�

He
started and now he�d have to go through with it.� If he hadn�t done this, then it just as well
could have been him crying instead of Ed, and that just wouldn�t do.� No, Roy
had too much pride to allow himself to get that
low.�

Setting
down the coffee, he said, �What?� What
more do you want from me?�� It was a
sincere question, but at the last moment he was afraid to know the answer,
because the answer could be something to indicate he�d been wrong.� And if he�d been wrong, then what he�d just
done to Ed...

�No,
wait,� he said quickly and put up a hand, palm facing forward.� He closed his eyes.� �I think I already asked that this morning
and you said you wanted me to fuck you.��
He opened his eyes and gave Ed an accusing look.� �Well, I did.�
I gave you what you wanted.� I�ve
given you everything I have to give.�

Hurt
raced through him like a fire in a forest of dead trees.� Part of him wanted Ed to understand that he
didn�t want this to end.� �I�ve given you
more than anyone before you and I tried to convey that to you this morning, but
you simply turned it around giving me hollow flattering words, then accusing me
when I didn�t do everything the way you wanted it done.�� His eyes ran over Ed as he continued to cry,
and at his last words, Ed gave a moan.

Then
there was a part of him, the proud and stubborn part, refused to back
down.� �How do you expect me to have a
relationship with someone as self-centered and inconsiderate as you?�

He paused
trying to pull the two sides together and suddenly he felt very tired.� He didn�t want to play anymore games; he just
wanted the pain to end.� �You�re
obviously ready to end this, so I�m giving you want you want.� I always
give you want you want in the end, don�t I, Ed?� he said, and realized it
was true.� He really did give everything
to Ed.� He did it because...� He paused and pushed the thought away.� If that thought were true, then he was in
worse shape then he�d originally believed.��

�But
now,� he continued, �I have nothing more to give you.�� Roy
looked down at the coffee mug and whispered painfully, �Go.� Just go.�
I can�t even look at you...�

�That�s
not...I didn�t,� he heard Ed sob.� �I
don�t want this to be over, Roy!�� He heard Ed�s boots move against the
floor.� �I want you, I do!� Please, Roy...�
he begged.� �I didn�t mean it.�

Roy tightened his grip on the mug and
felt his eyes sting.� Why was he doing
this?� Why hadn�t he just let Ed
leave?� Why was he so stubborn and proud?� Why couldn�t he and Ed just stay together and
have a good relationship...?� Ed�s
sniffling, though actually quite soft, echoed loudly in his ears, and he had
the urge to get up, put his arms around the teen and toss his damn pride out
the window by begging forgiveness.�

Working
up his courage, Roy
looked up and opened his mouth, when suddenly the phone rang.� He closed his mouth and glanced up to his
room as it rang again, then quickly stood and dashed up the stairs.� He wasn�t sure whether to feel relieved at
the interruption or frustrated.

Grabbing
onto the receiver, Roy
picked up the phone and said, �Mustang.�

�Colonel,�
came the voice on the other line and Roy sagged.�
It was General Hakuro...

�Hello,
sir,� Roy said,
none to pleased at hearing the general�s voice.

�The note
on my desk says you�re sick, but you sound fine to me,� Hakuro
said and Roy
growled inwardly.

�I am
feeling a little better, sir, though I wasn�t able to keep anything down this
morning.�

�I need
you to go to South Central Head Quarters and meet with Colonel Wolfe about what
we talked about the other day?�

Roy frowned.� �Today...?�

�No, next
year,� came the sarcastic reply.� �Of course today.� In
fact, I�ve already called her and let her know you�ll be there in
about...�� A pause.� �A half hour from now, so you�d better get
moving.�

Roy rubbed his forehead.� �I�m feeling a little better, sir... But, I�m still not completely well.� It might be better if...�

�Are you
arguing with me, colonel?� Hakuro asked.

�No,
sir...� he said dejectedly.

�Good.� Be sure to have her give you those documents
as well.�

�Yes,
sir...�

�And,
colonel,� Hakuro said, and paused.

�Yes, sir?�

�Don�t
flirt with the woman this time.�

Roy scowled. �Yes, sir...�

When Roy heard a click, he
turned and sat heavily on the bed and stared dully at the receiver for a moment
before dialing head quarters and then Hawkeye�s extension.

�Division 352.� This is Lieutenant Hawkeye.�

�Lieutenant,�
Roy began.

�Sir...�
she said, sounding a little surprised.�
�How are you feeling?�

He sighed
into the phone.� �Honestly?� I feel like shit.�� Not just physically, but emotionally...� �I need to hold a conference with Colonel
Wolfe in a half hour.� Would you come
pick me up?�

There was
a moment of silence, then, �Sir... I can�t.�
I have that mandatory training today.��

He laid back on the bed with a sigh.� He�d forgotten about that...� This meant that Lieutenant Havoc wouldn�t be
available either since they both had the training...� �Alright.� That�s not a problem, lieutenant.� I�ll just drive myself.�

There was
another long pause before she said cautiously, �Sir... I�m sure I can find
someone to drive you...�

He sat up
and ran a hand through his hair.� �No,
don�t worry about it.� I�m only a couple
of blocks from the military garage, I�ll just walk up
there.� Don�t worry, I�ll be fine.�

�It
wasn�t you I was thinking about...�
Hawkeye muttered, and Roy
scowled.� He knew he wasn�t the best
driver in the world, but she didn�t have to be so blunt about it...�

After
hanging up the phone, Roy
quickly shaved, combed his hair, and threw on his uniform.� He turned to grab his coat and paused when he
saw it wasn�t on the floor where he�d dumped it.� Blinking, Roy cautiously walked to the closet and
looked inside to see it hanging neatly on a hanger.

He stared
at it for a moment.� He vividly
remembered dumping it on the floor...� Which meant that... He took it off the hanger and stared at
it in his arms.� Ed must have hung it
up...� Why would he do that?� Why...?�
Roy
frowned and slipped the coat on. �It was the kind of gesture that wasn�t
made by someone preparing to break things off... He moved to leave his room,
then stopped and rested his forehead against the wall before letting out a
heavy sigh.� He still needed to deal with
the mess he�d created with Ed...

He
squeezed his eyes shut and tried to think.�
His mind felt slightly clearer now that he was dressed and had been able
to let go of the intensity of the moment, but that only served to make him feel
like shit... worst than shit...� The fact
that Ed had been crying loud enough for Roy to hear him this whole time made
him feel that much worse, though now the teen seemed to be calming and Roy
could only hear an occasional noise from downstairs.

Opening
his eyes, Roy
pulled out his pocket watch and glanced at it.�
He shook his head.� This wasn�t
something he could deal with now.� He
needed to go, but he didn�t want to leave this hanging.� Either they were going to break up or they
were going to talk things over and make it work, but Roy wasn�t sure which one was surer.�

If he
left without them settling it, Ed could take off to parts unknown before Roy could do anything
about it.� This meant that he would have
to keep Ed around until they had a chance to discuss it.

Taking a
deep breath, Roy
retrieved the toilet paper he�d given Ed earlier and started downstairs.� When he made it to the bottom of the stairs,
he saw Ed standing in the same spot with his automail hand covering his face,
the other one hanging at his side.� The
teen�s lithe and compact body seemed tight and drawn in as small sniffs and an
occasional shutter coursed through him.�
Seeing this only made Roy
have to work harder to keep from comforting him.� Now wasn�t the time.� There would be time later, but not now.

�That was
Hakuro on the phone.�
He apparently doesn�t care that I�m sick,� Roy said, trying to make his voice all
business, and slapped the roll of toilet paper against Ed�s chest.� �I need to go down and meet with Colonel
Wolfe at South Central Head Quarters and you�re coming with me, so stop your
whining and clean your face.�

�He turned and walked to the table where he
grabbed the coffee, took one last drink, then dumped
it in the sink.

�We�ll
need to walk over to the military garage and get a car,� he said and turned
around to grab the mostly whole muffin to put it in a container for later.� Glancing to his other side,
Roy saw the
milk still sitting on the counter and felt irritation bubble up in him again.� �And drink the damn milk,� he added, walking
out of the kitchen.

After a
minute, he heard Ed walk up behind him.�
�Roy,�
Ed said, his voice soft and hesitant.� �You�re not really going to break up with me,
right?�

Roy squeezed his eyes shut and tried
to block out the thought that perhaps he�d made a mistake.� Somewhere in his thinking he�d made a mistake
and now he�d totally screwed up what he and Ed had...� Trying to pull himself together, Roy finished buttoning up
his coat and turned around.� He frowned
when he saw that Ed still hadn�t wiped his face.� Snatching the toilet paper roll, he grabbed
Ed�s chin and tipped his face up before cleaning him up, making Ed grunt as he
roughly dried the wetness from his eyes and cheeks.

His
fingers tingled at the contact with Ed�s skin and he quickly let go and turned
to open the door.� This wasn�t the
time... After the meeting with Wolfe, then they�d talk...� �Hurry up, Fullmetal.� I�m supposed to be in South Central in twenty
minutes, and we still need to go pick up the car.�

�Roy!� Ed cried angrily
and slammed the door shut. ��Talk to me!�� Roy
could hear him sniffling as he followed behind.�
�You can�t shut me out!�

Roy stepped up his pace.� He wanted to get this over with as quickly as
possible so that he and Ed could talk.�
Despite this, he was nervous about it too.� It seemed that he might have made a big
mistake, and if that were so, then Roy
might have to swallow his pride and ask for forgiveness if he wanted to make
things right with Ed.

�Apparently
Havoc and Hawkeye are unavailable to drive us,� Roy commented neutrally.

�Roy!� Ed yelled and
pulled on his arm.� Roy twisted his arm around so that he was
holding Ed�s arm instead of the other way around.� Picking up his pace, Roy began pulling Ed along.� �Fuck, Roy,
slow down, and answer me for fuck�s sake!�

Ignoring
Ed�s plea, Roy
continued on until they reached the military garage, then stopped and opened
the door.� Letting go of Ed, Roy swiftly walked toward
the car that had been assigned to their unit.

�What
exactly is it that you want me to answer?� he asked quickly while signing the
car out and getting the key.

�I wanna know about us, I wanna hear
that we�re not breaking up.� What the
fuck else is there!�

�I wanna
hear that we�re not breaking up.�� Ed�s words rang loudly through Roy�s head and he felt
sick to his stomach.� Roy didn�t make mistakes often, he was much
too careful, but this time...� Deciding
not to answer Ed right now, Roy
got in, put on his seatbelt, and started the car.� �Get in,� he said and shut the door.� After his conference with Colonel Wolfe
they�d talk.� He didn�t see it being a
pleasant talk either...

He
glanced to where Ed was standing, and saw the teen glaring at him through the
windshield, then stalked to the other side of the car, got in, and slammed the
door closed. �And?� Ed demanded, settling himself into
the seat so that he�s sitting sideways, facing Roy.

Roy turned on the car and put it into
gear.� �And put on your seatbelt,� he
said.� Roy pushed on the gas and suddenly the car
moved backward a couple of inches.�
Cursing under his breath, Roy
put the car in the right gear and it started forward.

�Stop
stalling and tell me the god damn truth!� Ed yelled.� �Tell me you don�t have feelings for me,
huh!� I know you�ve never fucking said
that you love me!� You�re just looking
for some easy ass, that you can treat however the fuck you like, without having
to think about my feelings or emotions.�
I�m sure you�ve been all over town the whole time, fucking and screwing
anything you could, haven�t you!�

Roy frowned and felt anger wash over
him.� He�d never once cheated on Ed, but
it seemed that Ed seemed to always throw that at him when it suited him, like
when they�d been out on New Year�s Eve. �He�d cheated on some, most, of his
previous lovers, but never on Ed, and to be accused of doing so yet again
really pissed him off.

�I can�t
believe I ever THOUGHT that I had strong emotions for you, you fucking
bastard!�� Ed�s voice was getting louder
and louder.� �And you tried to use Al
against me!� How the hell could you do
that to me?� To ME!�� Guilt mingled together with Roy�s anger.�
He supposed he deserved that, but...�
�You know how fucking hard I�ve worked to right that mistake, and you
casually throw it in my face!� I should
pound you for being the heartless bastard that you are!�

Roy drove the car out onto the road,
trying to ignore all the bouncing around Ed was doing, and growled, �That�s
right, Ed.� I�ve never had feelings for
you, I just wanted sex.� That�s why I�ve
kept you around all this time.� Because we both know how difficult
it is for me to find someone to fuck.�
Very brilliant
deduction on your part.� It just
makes perfect sense that I would keep you
of all people as a fuck-pet while I went out and screwed the rest of the
town.�

Roy felt himself losing control of his
emotions, and he desperately tried to regain control, but he couldn�t.� Shaking his head, Roy pulled the car sharply to the left to
avoid a dip in the road.� He felt so
angry at both himself and Ed.� He also
felt guilty for what he�d said before, and even though he knew Ed had a right
to be angry, he couldn�t help feeling hurt at Ed�s words.

�Good
job,� Roy continued, his voice hard, angry, and full of sarcasm.� �You�re so brilliant, Ed.� Now I see how you passed the state alchemist
exam.�� He shook his head and swerved to
miss a pothole.� He didn�t want to
hurt... that�s what he�d been trying to avoid.�
He�d promised himself he�d never let it get to that point again.� Never again... Feeling threatened and trying to protect himself once again with anger and harsh words, he said, �But
at least you�ve finally voiced the truth about you wanting to end this.�

A small
voice inside of him screamed at him, asking him why the hell he was doing this
again when he knew Ed didn�t want to end it, but he ignored it.� �As for your brother,� Roy said, then
slammed on the breaks when he got to a stoplight, causing Ed to slide off his
seat. �You�re doing a fabulous job at telling yourself things to make you feel
better.� Keep going.� Tell yourself what a bastard I am.�� Because I am...� �And
how, of course, Alphonse would never stay away from you.� He�s just too busy to talk to you.� Of course, being too busy for your own
brother makes a whole lot of sense to me too,� Roy said, his voice
wild and out of control, then slammed on the gas when the light turned
green.� He swerved to miss hitting a
pedestrian.� �But go ahead.� Hit me.�
Pound me for being a heartless bastard, because like you said, you have
control over yourself.�

�Fuck!�
Ed yelled.� �Watch what you�re
doing!�� Out of the corner of his eye he
saw Ed turn around in his seat.

Roy�s fingers clutched the steering
wheel so hard that his knuckles were turning white, then
turned his head, taking his attention from the road, and looked directly at Ed
who was looking at him.� �And, Ed...� Roy said very coldly,
with more of his earlier calm.� Ed turned
back to face him.� �Don�t fault me for
never saying something you�ve never said to me.�

Ed
frowned, then glanced away a little.� Suddenly, Ed�s eyes widened and it suddenly
dawned on Roy
that right now he was driving.� His head snapped forward and saw that he was
in oncoming traffic.� Panicking now, Roy slammed on the breaks
and turned the steering wheel hard, but it was too late.� They hit one of the oncoming cars head
on.� It slammed into the front passenger
side, but instead of stopping, their car rolled once... twice...� Roy
cried out when he felt a sharp pain in his arm, side, knee, and head, then
another car slammed into them.

After the
loud noises associated with the crash, it was eerily quite.� Roy
moved in his seat and gritted his teeth at the intense pain in his arm, wrist,
and knee.� He grabbed a hold of his arm
and squeezed his eyes shut for a second, then glanced to see a large bump in
the skin on his arm where the bone must have broken and was now sticking
up.� Trying to ignore it for now, he
moved his gaze to where Ed was sitting.�

Ed�s head
was lowered and a large amount of blood was flowing through his hair, dripping
off the strands forming a small pool in his lap.� Roy
blinked, trying to force coherent thought into his mind.� Ed must have a head wound somewhere.� That would make sense since head wounds bleed
a lot... Roy
moved his gaze down and winced as he took in Ed�s left side.� A part of the door had broken off and impaled
the teen from his back and it came out just above his hipbone.

�Ed...� Roy croaked, feeling
shocked and horrified at amount of bloody innards that had been torn from Ed�s
body.� He�d seen blood and gore plenty of
times in the war, but this was Ed... this was... his
Ed... �Ed�s head shifted at the sound of
Roy�s voice.� A groan, then a gasp
sounded from Ed when he moved.� Roy could hear people
outside the car now, some of them were yelling for a doctor, some were just
yelling to know what was going on.� Help
would come soon...�

Roy began to move toward Ed, then stopped when he realized he was being restrained.� He looked down and felt something trickle
lightly down his cheek.� Reaching up he
swiped at it and hissed at the stinging.�
Bringing his arm back he saw blood and bits of glass...� Ignoring it for now since it wasn�t anything
serious, Roy
glanced down again and focused on the seatbelt.�
He blinked at it before reaching down with his uninjured arm and undoing
it.� As he started again to move toward
Ed, he felt a sharp pain in his arm and knee, and winced painfully, but still
continued moving.��

He
searched Ed with his eyes for any more visible injuries, but he couldn�t seem
to concentrate.� He wanted to help, but
knew there was nothing he could do for Ed�s stomach wound.� He was a soldier, not a doctor... but he
could help somewhat with the head wound...�

Gritting
his teeth, Roy pulled off his over coat, wincing when it pulled on his injured
arm, and laid it over Ed�s knees to keep him warm, then, more gently this time,
took off his military jacket.� He ripped
off the sleeve and moaned at the intense pain that shot through his wrist and
arm before leaning over, and, gritting his teeth against the agony, started to
wrap it around Ed�s head.

�Ed...
you have to stay awake, okay?� he said, then tied the makeshift bandage over
the wound.� Ed�s eyes fluttered closed
and he tried to move his head away, but Roy
tightened his grip on Ed�s head, forcing it to stay still.��

�Edward!�
Roy growled out
through his own pain, he couldn�t let Ed die...�
�Recite the basic rules of alchemy to me!�� He patted Ed on the cheek, trying to keep the
teen awake.� Ed gasped for air, as if he
was trying to find the breath to speak.

�Ugh...um...�
Ed moaned, then swallowed before giving his right hand
a confused look.� �Um...�� His mouth turned into a frown, but nothing
else came out.

Roy gave him a worried look after
finishing with the bandage, then grabbed Ed�s head and started petting his hair
with one hand.� �Just look at me, then,� Roy pleaded.� �Look into my eyes and stay awake, okay?� Help will be here soon,� he murmured.

Ed
blinked and stared at him with an unfocused gaze; eyes dilated unevenly.� He started to shake and what little color Ed
had, drained from his face.� �R-r-roy...?�

He
continued to stroke Ed�s hair, then kissed him on the
forehead before pulling back again and looking into Ed�s eyes.� �That�s right.� I�m here, Ed,� he said, trying to reassure
him.� �Now just stay awake...�� He just couldn�t let Ed die... not only
because he cared, but because they had so much between them that they needed to
settle.

�Wha-w-what...?� �Ed looked down at the twisted metal
coming out of his stomach and his left hand moved to touch it.

Roy moved his own hand up and caught
Ed�s, then winced again at the shooting pain. ��Don�t touch it.� It will bleed more if we pull it out, and I�m
not a doctor...�� He slowly tipped Ed�s
head up by grabbing Ed�s chin gently, then kissed Ed�s forehead again.� �Stay with me...� he whispered desperately, then gave Ed�s forehead another kiss.� �Stay awake...�

Ed
blinked, his body shaking, and looked up at Roy vaguely.�
�Roy...you
w-want me?�

Tears
gathered in his eyes and he tried to blink them away.� This was all his
fault...� �Yes, Ed.� I want you,� Roy whispered.� �I�ve always wanted you...I...�� He sniffled, trying to hold himself
together.� Now wasn�t the time... �Just
stay awake,� he said and patted Ed�s cheek softly.

�You�re
n-n-not mad?� Ed panted.� He swallowed
and licked his lips, swiping at some of the blood that had trickled there from
the blood-saturated bandage.

Roy gently moved Ed�s hand down, then
wiped at the blood on Ed�s face with the sleeve of his work shirt.� �I�m not mad,� he answered in a shaking
voice.� �So just stay awake.�

�Good...�
Ed whispered and closed his eyes.

�Ed...� Roy said, fear welling up
within him.� He patted Ed�s face but got
no response.� �Edward!� he yelled, but it
was no good.� He smacked Ed�s face a
little harder, trying to wake him, then the teen
became blurry in his vision as the tears finally came.� He blinked and they spilled out.� He could feel them run down his cheeks, but
he paid them no mind.� If Ed died, he�d
never forgive himself...�

Never.

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Sooo�?� What�d you think?� Think Mustang is a first class bastard?� Feel free to tell me what you think.� *points at review button*� Be sure to read Kikiko�s
Ed�s POV.� Her review button is in the
same place as mine so it will be easy for you to find it when you want to
review hers as well ^_~
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