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Full Metal Alchemist
Fanfiction
Full Metal
Alchemist © HIROMU ARAKAWA/SQUARE ENIX, MBS, ANX, BONES, Dentsu, CARTOON
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Summary: Life is a series of disappointments, followed by death…and interspersed with laughably ridiculous events leading to increasingly impossible situations. Then again, there IS something worse than death, isn’t there? Just ask Ed. Envy x Ed
Chapter Summary: When he was certain the other man was gone,
Ed allowed his body to slowly sink to the floor. He still couldn’t quite believe the colonel
had believed him. Even to his own ears,
the lies had sounded pathetic and obvious.
Sighing, he shook his head slowly.
Though he was almost certain the story of his supposed sexual
experimentation would be floating around Central’s military headquarters within
the hour, he decided it was much better than the actual truth.
This chapter
rated: M for descriptions of BDSM (just
to be on the safe side)
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WARNINGS:
See Chapter 1 for the detailed warnings.
Constructive Criticism is welcome, Flames are not.
Thank you for reading.
Chiruken
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-- The Pact --
By: Chiruken
Previous Chapter:
“I’m still a heartless bastard.” Shoving the state alchemist away from
himself, he threw his head back and planted one fist against his hip while
running the fingers of the other through his hair. “As long as you remember that, Edward, you have
nothing to worry about.” When the
smaller man merely stared at him incomprehensively, he sighed and rested his
fingertips against his temple while shaking his head slowly with an expression
of affected disappointment. “I’m not the
only homunculus, Chibi-san.” He began
with exaggerated patience, as if he were speaking to a child. “There are six others like me.” His fingers stilled against his temple as he
leveled a direct and intent look at the alchemist currently watching him with
an almost comical mixture of irritation, surprise, and confusion. “We all have physical hearts…” He dropped his
hand and folded his arms across his chest.
“But don’t believe for a second that there are any merciful feelings in
any of us.” He nodded slowly as dawning
understanding spread across Ed’s features.
“As long as you remember this…you should be able to manage to stay
alive.”
Chapter
9
Steam billowed out and around him as
he stood beneath the steady stream of water flowing down over his head,
plastering his hair against his cheeks and neck. Sighing heavily, Ed placed his left hand
against the wet wall of the shower and bowed his head, eyes squeezed shut
tight. He’d been hard pressed to answer
his younger brother’s demands as to where he’d been for more than half the
night. He hated lying to Alphonse, but
all things considered, the truth would’ve been a whole lot worse to deal
with. He knew Al had suspected he wasn’t
being completely honest, but thankfully he hadn’t pressed the issue. He didn’t know what he would’ve done if his
brother would’ve continued the interrogation.
Slowly opening his eyes, he glanced
down at his nearly useless right arm.
Grimacing, he knew he’d have to return to Rizenbul to have it
repaired. He just wasn’t certain how he was
going to explain to Al why he couldn’t accompany him this time. Truthfully, he felt odd about leaving the
younger Elric brother behind since he never traveled without the constant
companionship of the comforting presence of the armored body beside him. Shaking his head slowly, he reached down and
twisted the taps, stopping the flow of water reluctantly. He’d have to face Alphonse sooner or later,
and from past experience, it was much better to get the confrontation over with
as soon as possible. However he disliked
the idea of leaving Al in Central, it was unavoidable. He had no idea when Envy might show up and he
really didn’t want to have to contend with making up excuses for absences that
his brother couldn’t help but notice.
Stepping out of the shower stall, he
reached blindly for the fluffy white towel he’d left folded neatly on the
rickety wooden chair behind the door.
When the towel was suddenly thrust into his hands, his eyes snapped open
and he craned his neck to focus his startled gaze on the last person he
expected to see. Yelping in
embarrassment, he jerked the towel close to himself in a belated attempt at
preserving his modesty. “What the hell
are you doing here?!”
Colonel Roy Mustang smirked down at
the younger man, dark eyes revealing nothing of his thoughts as he took in the dripping
state alchemist’s furious expression.
“Full Metal.” He greeted coolly
before leaning back against the door.
“It has been brought to my attention that you have been taking
unnecessary risks to your health.”
Ed paused in the act of wrapping the
towel around his slender waist to glare up at his commanding officer. “What?”
His eyes narrowed as he ran through the mental checklist consisting of
his recent activities, immediately discarding the possibility that somehow,
someway, the Flame Alchemist had discovered what had transpired between himself
and Envy the previous night. Decided
that the possibility was highly unlikely, he shrugged and turned away to secure
the edge of the towel in place to prevent the material from slipping off while
he moved around. “If you’re talking
about the chili dog with double jalapeno peppers I had yesterday for lunch, my
eating habits are none of your business.”
A look of distaste crossed the older
man’s features. “As disgusting and
unhealthy as that sounds, no, that isn’t why I’m here.” He gestured almost casually towards the limp
auto-mail limb hanging at the younger alchemist’s side. “Care to explain that?”
Scowling, Ed reached up one-handed and
wrung the excess water out of his long, blond hair. Taking his time in reaching for the brush
he’d set on the edge of the sink, he refused to meet the other man’s steady and
penetrating gaze. Finally, after several
long, tense moments, he cleared his throat and returned his gaze to the taller
man. “No.” He answered simply and slowly began working
the brush through the tangles in his hair.
One eyebrow rose in uncontained
surprise. “I beg your pardon?” Mustang wasn’t certain what surprised him
more…the fact that Ed was openly defying his authority or that he was remaining
so calm. This behaviour certainly wasn’t
what he’d been expecting. It had become
almost comfortingly familiar for the younger man to fly into a rage at the
least of provocations and as such, the Flame Alchemist had expected him to
react in just that manner at having his personal life examined by his
commanding officer. When the smaller man
remained silent, Roy
stepped forward and drew himself up to his full height. “As your commanding officer, I expect an
answer.”
His fingers tightened around the
handle of the brush until his knuckles turned white. Golden eyes narrowing, he gritted his teeth
as he fought the impulse to do something foolhardy and drastic, such as shove
the brush as far as he could up the other man’s nose. “As my commanding officer, my personal life
is none of your damn business.” He
paused, lips pressed into a thin line. “Colonel.” He added with as much disdain as he could
muster.
Expression tightening with growing
impatience, the colonel took a half step closer to the smaller man. “If one of my subordinates is suspected of
being involved in activities that may endanger his own life and those of his
fellow officers, then yes, by God, it is
my business.”
Mouth opening for a quick retort, Ed
paused for a moment. Technically, he
could honestly say that he wasn’t endangering anyone’s life, not his, and not
anyone else’s. He considered, for a
moment, informing the other man of this fact before discarding the idea
entirely. If he told the colonel that
much, he was certain to demand details and, quite possibly, proof. However, if he didn’t say something, the
other man was bound to hound him until he did get the answers he was seeking. Sighing in resignation, he decided that he’d
have to tell at least part of the truth.
He winced inwardly, knowing he was going to have to embellish on the
facts quite a bit in order to satisfy his commanding officer’s curiosity and
later endure the teasing he was certain would follow. “I still say it isn’t any of your business…”
He began slowly with a scowl, feeling the heat begin to rise into his face as
he contemplated just what it was he was about to say to the other man. Clearing his throat he tossed the brush to
the side, not caring that it thudded against the wall and clattered to the
floor.
Mustang allowed his eyebrow to rise
once again as he took in the sight of the undersized alchemist blushing. He leaned back against the door again and
folded his arms across his chest. “Let
me be the judge of that, Full Metal.”
Thinking quickly, he remembered a few
conversations he’d overheard during his travels as well as some books he’d
managed to get his hands on that he was certain would’ve made even his
commanding officer blush. Mind working
at a rapid pace, he pieced together what he hoped would be a plausible
story. “I still maintain that this
really isn’t any of your business…and if you even breathe a word of it to
anyone else, I’ll hunt you down and transmute your clothes into horse
hair.” He sent a withering glare in the
older man’s direction before fixing his gaze on the floor, fighting to hold
back the blush he knew was flooding into his face. “I was with someone last night.”
“Is that so.” The Flame Alchemist studied the younger man’s
tense features and smirked at the increasing colour rising into his
cheeks. “And just who would this have
been?”
Raising his head just long enough to
cast another scowl in his direction, Ed closed his left hand into a fist. “That really isn’t any of your
business.” He retorted hotly. Clearing his throat, he dropped his gaze
again. “Any way…” He began slowly,
nervously shifting from one foot to another.
“Things got a little…er…carried away, I guess you could say.” Peeking up at the colonel from beneath his
thick bangs, Ed groaned inwardly. He was
going to have to go into details, it seemed, and seeing as how the older man’s
eyes remained narrowed suspiciously he’d best make it quick before he lost his
nerve. “Everything was going just fine
until one of the screws let go and the whole thing came crashing down.” He gestured towards his right arm. “That’s how this happened.”
“What, exactly, was going well and
what, precisely, came crashing down?”
Dark eyes narrowed suspiciously on the younger man, the colonel studied
his body language and concluded that either his subordinate was lying to him…a
very likely possibility…or he was extremely embarrassed about whatever had
happened the previous night.
Clearing his throat, he plunged
forward and prayed he had the detail correct.
“The bolts in the mounting kit were obviously defective. There’s no other reason why the screws
would’ve come loose like that.” Shifting
uncomfortable from one foot to another, he chanced another look at the other
man, noting that a look of confusion had replaced the earlier suspicion. “It was supposed to be completely safe, you
know.” He added quickly lowering his
gaze again to the floor, finding it extremely difficult to maintain a straight
face while fabricating the scenario.
He was almost afraid to ask now, but
morbid curiosity won over common sense.
“What was supposed to be safe?”
“The Ceiling-Mounted Sling.” He shrugged and bit the inside of his cheek
in an attempt to keep a straight face as he elaborated on the story he was
concocting. “Like I said, everything was
going well, but then the damned screws came loose, dumping me and the
contraption to the floor. Talk about a
mood killer.” He cleared his throat
again and shook his head. “It’s just
lucky for…er…” He paused for a moment, at a loss as to what name he should
supply, if any. “Well, it’s just lucky
that I landed on the floor.
My…er…friend…” He coughed and felt the heat in his face increase. “Would’ve been hurt pretty bad otherwise.”
“Friend.” He repeated slowly, realizing belatedly just
what, exactly, the younger man had been referring to all along. “I…see…” He studied Ed for a long moment
before finally pushing away from the door.
“Just how long has this been going on?”
“Um…” He did some quick calculations
and decided that partial honesty was in order or Mustang would never believe
his story. “First time.” He supplied with a grimace.
“Why on God’s green earth would you
choose BDSM for your first sexual experience, Full Metal?!” To say he was shocked wouldn’t even begin to
cover it. Not only did he honestly
believe Edward Elric to be completely uninterested in sex of any kind, but he
found himself still looking upon the younger man as the child he’d been when
they’d first met.
“Well, it seemed like a good idea at
the time!” He glared at the older
man. “I told you…it isn’t any of your
business. And so help me…if this
conversation goes any further than between the two of us, I’m going to…”
The colonel waved a hand
dismissively. “I highly doubt your sex
life is of any interest to anyone.” He
shook his head slowly. “A word to the
wise, Edward…” He stepped forward and clapped a hand to the shorter man’s
shoulder. “Safe sex doesn’t necessarily
refer to merely using contraceptives and protection against disease.” When Ed lifted confused, golden eyes to his
own, he allowed a small smile to curve his lips upwards. “Further…ahh…experimentation should be
conducted under safe conditions. Do
yourself a favour and allow yourself to experience sex under normal conditions
first before moving on to the…er…more imaginative scenarios. I’m certain your lover will
understand…considering everything.” With
that said, Mustang turned on his heel and retreated as fast as dignity would
allow, silently cursing the younger Elric brother for panicking and dragging
him out of his office for this conversation.
Though he’d been concerned for his youngest subordinate’s physical and
mental development in the past, he really hadn’t wanted to find out that he
truly was a normal, healthy young man in such a manner. He suppressed a shudder at the mental image
of the scenario just described him as it ran through his mind. No, he certainly hadn’t wanted to know quite
that much about Edward Elric.
When he was certain the other man was
gone, Ed allowed his body to slowly sink to the floor. He still couldn’t quite believe the colonel
had believed him. Even to his own ears,
the lies had sounded pathetic and obvious.
Sighing, he shook his head slowly.
Though he was almost certain the story of his supposed sexual
experimentation would be floating around Central’s military headquarters within
the hour, he decided it was much better than the actual truth. He’d rather put up with the humiliation of
being teased relentlessly about his first time ending in such disaster than
dealing with the reactions sure to come if he’d told Mustang that he’d agreed
to be Envy’s lover the previous night.
Grimacing, he slowly and awkwardly picked himself up from the floor and
reached for his clothes, suddenly feeling more than a little uncomfortable with
being naked…especially considering the turn his thoughts had just taken.
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To
Be Continued…
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Author’s
Notes:
Tons
of apologies for the late update.
My
mother is still in the hospital and at the moment we’re uncertain as to when
she’ll be released. I took one of the
rare quiet moments to sit down and do a little relaxing writing. If the chapter isn’t quite as good as the
previous ones, again I apologize…stress does weird things to my brain. x.X
Response
to Reviewers will be a little late this time around. But I’m sending out super amounts of thank
you’s to everyone who’s read and left a review.
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