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Nightmares	By : Khait_Khepri Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Het - Male/Female Views: 2624 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist nor am I making money from the creation of this story. This is merely for entertainment purposes.

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Summary: Nightmares are appearing everywhere and of course she would appear the moment he’d started being flagrant. He didn’t want her in this nightmare. She didn’t want him to go alone.
Note: More development. Forgive me. It is necessary. I do promise the next chapter will have a lemon.
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He’d heard about her injuries after seeing Alphonse and Winry (and the Xingese leeches) and had come to see her when he’d returned to Central. He had been directed by that coroner guy, Dr. Knox he said his name was, over to where she was studying a medical text about spines and nervous systems. He’d heard about Havoc’s injury as well, but Rowan held a very special place in his heart. After settling next to her, he eyeballed the text. “Thinking about fixing him, Colonel?” he asked casually, refraining from her actual name in public. She eyed him from out of the corner of her eye, marveling at seeing him again. She also envisioned those lips of his on hers, taking her breath while she strove to take his.
“Yes, though it will be very difficult considering that doctor out in the East has vanished. We think the enemy got to him first,” her velvety voice was low and hard to hear over the general hubbub of the hospital. “I had no idea you’d come running to see me here, Fullmetal.” A purring tease that tickled his ear… “You must have really missed me.”
“Don’t get cocky, Colonel. I came to see Havoc, too.” She smirked though it was really a well-hidden smile. He probably had, but she was certain she was the main reason he sat with her right now. “Al’s all fixed now. No thanks to you.” A light rebuke… a proverbial swat on the hand… “He said you carved your array into your hand.” ‘He said you’d been sliced open and burned the wounds shut.’
“Yes, I did.” She closed the book and showed him her wounded hand. They were sealing shut nicely, but it was obvious there would be scars. “It is doing well. As is my side… Thanks for asking.” ‘No, really, thank you for asking.’ “Not healing as fast as you might, though.” He wished he could inspect her side, probe it and ensure it was healing as nicely as she said it was. He figured Rowan and any number of other onlookers would be more than a little offended if he started trying to strip her medical gown off right here and now. “Enjoy your trip?”
“If you weren’t in here, I might have hit you,” he said wryly, looking about the bustling waiting room. Why wasn’t she somewhere more private? He really wanted to taste her again. “Cheeky Colonel, sending me off with that guy. He bent my automail up and kidnapped me, laughing all the while.”
“I warned you it would be a mad plan,” she chuckled.
“I made progress,” he told her. “I found out it was possible to fix Al.” Wonder permeated his tone though there was a dark anger in it as well. What on earth had pissed him off? “I also had the severe misfortune of seeing the bastard that constitutes as my father.” Edward’s father? From what little Rowan had heard from Hawkeye who had heard it from Alphonse, the man that was the brothers’ father had left them and their mother while Edward was four years old and Alphonse three. Alphonse obviously held onto the hope Hohenheim would reappear. Edward obviously did not hold onto such a hope and instead held a deep-seated rancor towards the man. Considering everything she knew about psychology (for she did use it a good deal while maneuvering the political scene), she could tell they both had very large abandonment issues. Not that she blamed them. If she knew where Van Hohenheim was, she’d give him such an earful his head would explode. She’d never gotten the chance to really know her parents, but at least her father’s sister had been there to shelter her. For a father to stay away from children that needed him, especially after having lost their mother… well, Rowan was less than impressed with his parental abilities. Had he been there, perhaps the boys that had become such a large part of her life would not have resorted to human transmutation and gotten so hurt. Then again, had he been there… she may never have met them or come to know Edward quite so well.
“I see,” she said simply without real inflection. He would know what she meant. She saw his anger, she saw his hope, and she saw him. And she was so glad he’d come to see her. “So, what now?”
“I’ve got a few ideas…” he mused thoughtfully, settling back in his seat as she reopened her book to where she’d left off.
“Mind sharing?” she plied him.
“This once, I think not. You’ll get angry at me,” he returned cheekily. Rowan’s eyes widened as she looked at her medical text. He… was going to do something stupid, wasn’t he? “Ah, don’t look like that,” he said quietly, spotting her expression. “I’ll be fine.”
“You better be, you fool,” she growled, glaring at him out of the corner of her eye. “I’d rather you not be laid up like me in this place.” ‘Although, come to think of it, having a little tryst in the medical ward under the noses of all those bitchy nurses would be very fun…’
But he didn’t stay. He didn’t kiss her. He just vanished again and she hated how she couldn’t go after him. And somehow Knox had seen the undertones of the conversation and had just rapped a knuckle against her head as he passed as if to say ‘fool’. She forced herself up and out of the hospital, especially at the sound of rumors of that foolish boy running about and showing off. And there was tale of Scar. Scar, who was in Central… Scar, who had nearly killed her little alchemist last time they’d met… Scar, who terrified her because he was like this vengeful ghost from Ishval demanding her blood as repayment for the lives she had stolen without asking… And Edward flaunted and she couldn’t stay away…
Rowan forced the doctor’s hand despite not being fully healed. Her side throbbed if she turned too quick and she knew if she pushed too hard she’d be gasping. She dressed in her military uniform and her long black trench coat under the pretense of ‘inspection’. She carried her gloves with her, determined to be of some aid somehow. And she had Hawkeye carry her about the town in her personal automobile until she found her errant alchemist sitting in a bloody street café like he was on vacation or something. Cheeky, impetuous fool. Hawkeye pulled to a halt by the curb and Rowan rolled down the window. “You’re doing something rather tasteless, Fullmetal,” she called out, barely masking the irritation and worry in her voice. He looked over and spotted her, his eyebrows rising in his surprise. When had she gotten out of the hospital? And why the hell was she dressed for work?
He immediately came over to the car, Alphonse on his heels. “Why in the hell are you out of the hospital, woman?” he growled angrily at her as he hooked an elbow on the car window, using her gender almost like an expletive. Hawkeye smirked at the tone though her eyes remained resolutely forward. Apparently Rowan had another person on her case for her personal health.
“Do not take that tone with me, Edward,” she growled right back. “I’m not the fool running about showing his ass. Why?” He opened his mouth to respond and she held up her hand, silencing him. “Get in. We can exchange information.” The two teens exchanged looks and suddenly Rowan was regretting her offer when she realized that there was only one place Alphonse could sit in the car and the car was not very large to begin with. She found herself crammed against the side of the vehicle, Alphonse muttering apologies as Hawkeye scuttled down the street. Edward at least looked a little appalled too and shot worried looks over his shoulder at the distinctly uncomfortable Colonel crammed into the door. “Please get me out of here,” she whined from where she was pressed into the car. Oh, what blessed relief that Hawkeye stopped and they all climbed out.
And oh, what blessed relief when he gripped her hand without prompting in the semi-privacy of the alleyway as they began exchanging information. It took little time to exchange information, having done a bit of that back at the hospital when he’d come to see her. It was obvious to him that she was tiring easy from her wounds.
“Why are you running around and making a spectacle of yourself?” she demanded, leaning against the fender of her automobile. “Scar is in Central.”
“We know,” said her aggravating little lover. How she wanted to drag his ass into bed, tie him up, and refuse to let him back out until he knew damn good and well who was master in this relationship.
“You know?!” she shrieked before wincing at the flare of pain in her side. Then she glared at him heatedly. “You know and you’re doing this?!”
“I want him to find me,” he told her presumptuously and she just about ached with the need to throttle him. She wasn’t much into spanking games, but she might bend on that if it was properly satisfactory… and she was the one spanking. And she very deliberately refrained on the very deliberate ‘why’ that pressed at her lips though he answered it anyway. “I have to fight with him one more time.” Stupid macho foolishness!
“I told you to not do anything stupid!” she snarled unhappily. “Have you forgotten the last time you met him in East City?”
“Hardly,” he snorted, glaring at her. He knew she was afraid, but this was one of those things he had to do. He gave her a challenging sneer. “Aw, you’re worried if he’ll turn up and you’ll be useless again, aren’t you?” Teasing, taunting, take the bait and snap back!
“Do not mock me! The weather is good today!” she snapped, an ill look on her face. Scar had been fast and she knew that she was not in top form. If that murderer encountered her like this… she might not be strong enough to fend him off.
“The look on your face says otherwise!” he mocked. ‘You’re afraid,’ his mind whispered and his eyes showed the thought. ‘And we are, too, because we might slip up but we have to do this.’ “Why don’t you tuck your tail between your legs and run while you can?” ‘You can run. I won’t hate you for it.’
“Shut up!” ‘Don’t make me go.’
Their sparring match came to an abrupt end when Hawkeye snapped her pistol up and then they knew that Edward had done as he had intended. Scar was there. Immediately an uneasy look spread across Edward’s face and Alphonse stiffened. She knew at that moment no matter what smart-alecky remarks he could possibly throw out, he was afraid.
“There he is, Fullmetal,” Rowan mocked, feeling the fear creeping up her spine. She had to trust him. “Go get him like a good puppy.”
“What’s wrong?” he slung back. “It’s not raining and you’re all wet.” Oh, like hell she was… Well, not in the way she wanted to be. But she had a cold sweat along her body and that little shit had gone and gotten sought out by that damnable serial killer and… now what?
And that’s when things devolved into the beginnings of chaos. Hawkeye aimed for him, knowing that he’d go after the two State Alchemists, but Edward halted her motions. He wouldn’t let her shoot. When the sniper demanded why he was being so foolish, he said something that warmed her heart a little at the same moment it sent said organ down to her toes in fear. “I thought I’d copy the Colonel and try to fish!”
Naturally, he had to go and jump straight into the thick of things as Scar busted up the concrete that they stood on. “Excuse me, Colonel,” Al said in a deferential tone as he tried to push past but instead she and Hawkeye followed the teen.
“Fishing?!” squawked Rowan indignantly, gasping as the pain started building in her side as she ran. “You’re fishing?!”
“We’re hoping to draw out a homunculus with Brother as bait. Because the homunculi can’t let Brother die,” explained Al in an apologetic tone. Of course he would. He recognized that she’d go apoplectic at the thought.
“Are you out of your minds?!” Rowan screamed at him, angry and frightened. Being bait was dangerous beyond belief. And her Edward was behaving as bait?!
“We don’t want any more victims!” Al thundered in a rare show of strong emotion, cutting her off. “We’ve decided to move forward! There’s no choice but for me or Brother to be bait!” She glowered at him darkly, not happy he’d startled her so. “I’m sorry, Colonel. I know… he knows… he ranted for hours when we decided on the plan that ‘she’s going to say this and that’. We know. And he is just as sorry but he thinks you’ll understand.”
And she did, but fuck if she didn’t want to. With effort, she managed to reign in her temper. She’d use it against that little shit later and make him beg for forgiveness. “Your bet has a very low probability. What if Scar is shot to death before the homunculus appears?”
“See, that’s why Colonel and the others will do a good job, right?” Al said, startling her with a knowing tone and a pointed finger towards her.
She growled, frustrated. “You’ve got me over a barrel,” she hissed at him. “Fine. I’ll help, but I demand two things. One is a share of the prize if you catch that thing… another is a very long talk with you, Fullmetal!”
“Roger!” barked both teens as they clapped their hands together and rushed forward, separating from the two women. Rowan watched as they transmuted the alleyway into a complete mess with a long, lingering look at Edward’s retreating back. Don’t let him die…
Whipping her eyes about, she recognized where she was and smirked, glad for once things seemed to be on an upswing despite the tense and uncertain situation. “This place is…! Perfect! There’s Sergeant Fuery’s ‘secondary residence’. Hurry!” Her hand was pressed into her side, trying to ease the burn of her injury. Yes, it was too soon to be out and about, but…
“Yes, ma’am!” Hawkeye affirmed before promptly appropriating a car. After that, it was a blur of playing with the communications teams, redirecting flows, and fucking with Douglas’s head. Knowing that that irritating dipshit Colonel was getting fucked about was icing on the cake and her games permitted at least a momentary distraction. And she needed the distraction. The moment she’d heard the reports of Winry being in the hands of the military (and why was she out on the streets near Scar? …and, oh hell, did things love to go wrong at the worst possible moments!), she sent Hawkeye out to provide backup with pointed orders from the sniper to stay out of the way and she complied. Her side wasn’t really up for it anyway.
Edward felt relief when things wrapped up neatly. Hawkeye had Ling and the homunculus. He had escaped with little issue… and Winry had gotten a call from Rush Valley and she insisted on going back. The teenage girl was distraught from having found out about Edward hiding the information about her parents’ murderer from her, but she somewhat understood his reasoning. Even though he was no longer an option to her so long as Rowan remained in the picture, he still cared enough to try and protect her. Once she was safely ensconced on a train, Edward felt his heart leap when he spotted Rowan outside in her car after she’d called to him. Why did he feel like running over to her and kissing her? She hardly left his thoughts as it was. When he had tried to describe what he felt to Granny, she said it sounded like he was in love. But how could he so quickly love someone? When she’d asked who he had fallen for, he had hemmed and hawed before avoiding the subject all together under her suspicious gaze. He wondered if she thought he had fallen for Winry. Probably she knew better, though. He wasn’t going to tell his favorite Nightmare, though. Not yet. Not until he could get out of the military so she’d be safe from court marshals.
They climbed in to the car with Rowan and, after a nudge from Al, Ed slipped into the front seat next to her. His heart hammered like he was running a marathon and she smelled nice and was dressed in tailored slacks and white shirt with her long black utilitarian military trench on. His mind fastened itself to all the little details as they drove and itched to touch her but didn’t want to be flagrant while Al was there. He asked instead if she was even fit to drive. Her response was that they were down on man-power and she was doing what was necessary.
They picked up that coroner guy, Dr. Knox, on the way out to the little house Rowan had said Hawkeye, Ling, Lan Fan, and the homunculus were. The moment they arrived, Rowan angrily shoved Edward into the wall just out of sight of the rest, though that Ling guy was barely around the corner, and gave him a very thorough kiss that communicated all her fear, anger, and rebuke. The searing quality of the kiss left Edward’s brain fried though he picked up what she was trying to say. They were too alike in that manner and while it nominally had pissed him off in the past, now it just turned him on.
When she jerked her head away, she growled angrily at him and sputtered incoherently even as she shook him a little. He stared at her before smirking, recognizing that she was well and truly angry. And then he grabbed her by her collar and jerked her head back down to his. Fuck, this was heaven. Pressed against her while fighting for dominance with his tongue and trying to communicate some of the abiding heat he felt… Well, it wasn’t all that surprising that she inspired him to go half-erect with little prompting or effort. She jerked free and glared at him, her eyes sharp and hard. “You and I need to have a very long conversation about what is acceptable risk-taking behavior,” she snarled though her cheeks were flushed from the passion he’d expressed. There had been a lot of heat in his kiss and it was amazing how just a few touches had her feverishly hot and undeniably bothered.
“Yes, ma’am,” he mocked lightly before going after her lips again.
“Oh, I certainly hadn’t expected this.” Damn that upstart, loud-mouthed, aggravating prince of Xing to the depths of the worst sort of metaphorical hell that possibly could be conjured up! Edward glared at Ling and the ferocity of the look actually made the other teen step back a bit in shock. Rowan couldn’t help but laugh at the firecracker that was still gripping her shirt possessively… actually, a bit more than possessively if the grinding teeth were anything to go by. He was behaving like a bull dog with a bone! The nervous chuckle from Ling as he observed the odd situation told her he saw it too.
“Let go, Edward,” she purred, making him blink and take stock of the fact he was about to rip her shirt with his hands. Not that alchemy couldn’t fix it in such a situation, but… she’d rather not expose herself in that fashion right now. He let go with a sour grunt, glaring at Ling as if to dare the other teen to comment further. Rowan turned to the Xingese prince. “I’m Colonel Rowan Mustang,” she said, judiciously keeping her hands to herself though she did tilt her head in a formal little bow without being subservient. Edward was all but suctioned to her side and was spoiling for an excuse to pounce on Ling for his interruption. She was not going to give it to him. Ling gave a slight bow of his own and rattled his own rank and name off before thanking her. She returned his thanks for helping with Ross. Time dragged for a while as they waited for Knox to finish his work. As soon as he did, things naturally went to hell when her name was mentioned within earshot of the bound monster just outside the shack.
The homunculus, it seemed, had a deep-seated hatred for Rowan for having killed Lust and as a result attacked, decimating chunks of the shanty they were in with little trouble. Rowan was horrified to see her flames consumed by the monster with tusk-like ribs rimming the gaping hole in the monster’s belly and the fast trip through the woods left her in serious pain from her half-healed wounds pulling at her. Edward had appeared and made himself into a knight in shining armor by transmuting a dummy replica of her in a remarkably good likeness before taking her coat and ensuring her scent would cling to the transmuted earth. She hated it when he insisted she leave in the car with the others, though her protests were roughly cut short by his mouth in two ways. One was him saying she was of little use the way she was (and she hated it when Hawkeye ‘agreed’ by outright calling her ‘useless’) and the other was a fiery kiss that kindled a heat in her belly before he bounded off into the dark with his brother and the prince on his heels.
Rowan didn’t want him to go, but she couldn’t force him to stay with her. Oh, she realized at that part the boy had stolen her heart, that she loved him, but she knew she couldn’t tell him. Not yet. The others in the car prudently didn’t comment on the obvious breech of military etiquette or on the obvious age difference. Knox drove with nary a word and of course Lan Fan had been too far out of it to notice much. Hawkeye knew, but the stoic woman was still guarding her back and she’d not diverged from her course to be Fuhrer yet, so all was well. She could only hope that Edward’s wit, alchemy, and the gun Hawkeye had given him would see him through back to her. He better come back to her!
Edward found himself consumed by Gluttony not too long later and his Nightmare returned to him in the blessed silences of his mind while he lay unconscious and unknowing of the shallow sea of blood he lay in. The little waves that caressed him translated into his mind as fingers teasing at his sides. The pressing tepid fluid was the sheets of her bed. He dreamed that Rowan was laying on him, kissing him, while she used her entire body to tease his skin. It was sweet, feeling that it was a weekend morning with nothing better to do than lie about and be touching and petting each other with no dire driving need for sex but oh, how nice her fingers were wrapped about his hard cock as he pushed into her hand and…
His eyes popped open and he wondered if he had really opened them. He could feel the strain in his pants and quite frankly the sensation was becoming as old a friend as his Nightmare. Edward couldn’t quite remember where he was as he reached to undo his pants and stroke himself into completion, but the sound of sloshing fluid and the heavy metallic scent about him halted his motions. Sitting up, he remembered what had happened and cursed his luck. Suddenly going back to dream-land sounded wonderful but there was no way he could. And of course the mess he was in would quickly devolve into a worse one once he and Ling stumbled across that damnable Envy.
This mess certainly had devolved rapidly into utter stupidity. She’d taken a chance and now she was paying for it by sitting with that bastard of a Fuhrer that was really a homunculus with little care for human beings. She prayed that Edward was fine. Prayed that he was safe. She hoped Alphonse was, too, but she selfishly hoped more for Ed. And she had to play cute with the Fuhrer until she was permitted to leave. Why had she made the comment to Lieutenant General Raven?! At least some good had come out of this. She knew more about the enemy now. But that was such tiny comfort, especially while he ‘played tea party’ and told her he’d divested her of her subordinates.
The unending, pervading dark played havoc on his mind and he realized that he was occasionally hallucinating sensations that weren’t occurring. He occasionally ‘smelled’ over the blood sun-warmed linen, firewood smoke, a hint of lavender, and fine whiskey blended with the ozone smell often carried about by alchemists. Her scent. He occasionally ‘felt’ her fingers running against his skin. Sometimes they had the rough quality of ignition gloves and sometimes were the silk of her finger pads. And of course he ‘heard’ her laugh or mocking tone or even that purr that could drive him half-hard without much effort. Sometimes his mind supplied words to the whispered hallucinations and it was all the more maddening for it.
He ached for relief from this dark. And then the argument and fight with Envy came and everything went to hell in a hand basket. He couldn’t stand those voices that emanated from Envy’s true form. He couldn’t stand hearing them babble in a hundred different tones, warbling and twisting about him in a mockery of a lively crowd. And the faces bubbled and pulsed, twisted and writhed, shoved forward and receded like waves on a shore. The pain of listening to them became too much and he was knocked senseless. In some ways, being consumed even briefly by Envy was a blessing for it got his brain working again. Sensing the homunculus’s Philosopher’s Stone brought him aware of what exactly he’d seen of that ruin just outside the monster’s mouth and that gave him the hope he’d escape again. Not to mention Envy’s breath had pretty much stunned him into sensibility, which was crazy as hell.
The escape from this half-way point between reality and Truth brought more truths to Edward. He was so glad to have seen his theories confirmed. He was so glad to see Alphonse’s body. But oh how he hated leaving his brother there, especially as emaciated as he was! Then came the bizarre meeting with the person that the homunculi called ‘Father’ and who looked like Hohenheim, the startling fixing of Ed’s broken bones as well as Al’s arm, the one-sided fight with said homunculi, Ling’s conversion into Greed, and the startling revelation that Scar and that tiny Xingese girl’s alchemy still worked even when his didn’t. Fortunately they wanted him and Alphonse alive. Oh, yes, he had been reunited with his brother but such a powerful constant in his life sometimes went unnoticed on occasion for it was far more alien to be without his brother than with.
They were taken above after they were soundly beaten and, once they were finished making themselves presentable (and discovering the little Xingese alchemist girl was in Al’s armor after giving Alphonse a full-frontal flashing when he’d gotten so upset… Well, that had been a touch mortifying. Okay, a lot mortifying, but anyway…), they had been taken to the Fuhrer and Edward found his heart doing a very strange maneuver in his chest when he laid eyes on Rowan sitting at the table with the leader of the country. It felt like his heart leaped in joy before dastardly pirouetting and nose-diving into his stomach, which also shot down. Had their relationship been discovered? Had they’d been found out? They could easily be denounced and as Rowan was a candidate for whatever this human sacrifice thing was meant she could be ‘safely’ tucked into a prison cell for later use. Their luck seemed to actually be with them after all the hell they’d been through and somehow they not only got out with their hides intact and some pointed threats, but they had also maintained their freedom.
After escaping the headquarters (and having a fun time hitting Rowan up for money), Edward phoned Winry to make sure the girl had made it safely to Rush Valley. After getting a confirmation from her and subsequently having a short meet with the new Greed to pass along a message from Ling, he quickly went to fix the damages Scar had made, learning some important tidbits of information along the way, before collapsing at the hotel dead tired. Even though it was afternoon, he was visited by his Nightmare.
Despite the exhaustion pulled at him, he quickly undid his pants and pulled his flaccid cock free. He needed relief and if nothing else, she always did it for him even if she wasn’t present. Imagining that it was her hand on his dick helped as he used his cooler automail hand to begin pumping. Imagining her naked save for his ‘favorite’ pair of red lace panties was quite nice and while he had not yet seen her newest scar, he was certain it would not be detracting at all. Imagining that it was her fingers stroking at him instead of metal made him quickly harden though it was only after he began putting more details in that it started getting very good.
The flick of his thumb over his head was really her tongue dancing across the tip. The feel of her hot mouth surrounding his member, yes… he remembered it keenly. Grunting as he pumped faster, he was pleased to feel the metal warming from the contact with heated flesh. It felt less like a lump of steel as he worked himself and for that he appreciated the allowed disconnect the automail provided. His mind fuzzed as he tried to bring back the feelings he’d been given just after the whole mess with Nina. Ed arched up into his hand and gasped at the imagined touches and kisses and oh! He jerked and felt himself come, panting a low moan as he finally felt sleep really hammer into him. Had to clean up… had to… ugh… His eyelids felt extremely heavy and he hurriedly used his boxers to clean himself off. Dammit… his suitcase was across the room. He decided to forget it for now and tugged the covers over his body. Well, he just hoped that he would not kick his covers off and wind up flashing Al again when he returned.
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