Flame and Fullmetal 300 km/h

A/N: To reviewers: milky, I also think Al is an important part of Ed’s life. And that he is in Central (where to bad-guys are) makes Ed more alert of danger. nastyscarythingunderthebed, your secret is safe with me. Yay, I have a devoted fan! I’m so happy! I’m going to try to update within a few days or daily if possible. kiki, the only one getting hit on the head is me hitting my own head. I wasn’t offended at all! I’m glad you pointed out my errors and described the part where the crime was committed so I could fix it. I was afraid the chapter had ’too much’ in it but I had to get the mafia part explained and the danger Ed is in. Silver4HENTAI, I have some juicy stuff in store for you guys, and in this very chapter you are going to get some yaoi action.
Enjoy!


Chapter 9; Brother’s Advice

”Brother, do you want some tea?” Al asked, looking through the cupboards after having found nothing but old takeout food and soda in the fridge. He would have to go shop for groceries since, obviously, his brother wasn’t the type to go to the store. Or wash. Or make his bed….or clean after himself. Al had scolded his older brother for how poorly he took care of the house and himself. He had spent the entire afternoon cleaning the mess his brother had been able to create in only one week.
What Al loved the most about the house was the kitchen. A chef at a five star restaurant would feel right at home. He couldn’t wait to prepare a dinner for himself and his brother.

”Yeah, sure, whatever,” Ed answered five minutes later. Al brought two steaming mugs with tea into the living room, sitting down on the floor next to Ed who was playing on his Xbox. His fingers furiously pressed at different coloured buttons, his teeth gritted, his eyes darting fire at the TV screen.

”Die! Die you son of a bitch! No! Die goddamnit! What?! You call yourself a soldier?! Get up! NO!” Ed yelled. On the screen blinked ’Game over’ and a monotone voice said: ”Mission failed.”

”Aw man, I was just about to reach the next level!” Ed groaned. Al reached him a tea mug and Ed took it with throbbing thumbs. He took a careful sip, not intending to burn his tongue. Al always added too much honey. Al had a sweet-tooth while Ed enjoyed spicy food, but he would never say no to one of Al’s home cooked meals. While Ed enjoyed his tea Al went through the collection of games.

”Let’s play ’Fight Night Round 3’,” Al suggested, changing the game. Ed rolled his eyes.

”Why bother playing when we both know I kick your ass in that game.”

”Not anymore you don’t.”
Ed finished his tea and took a good position, ready to take on his younger brother’s challenge. The game started and the living room was filled with curses and the sound of buttons being pressed with abnormal speed.

”Take that!”

”Take that!”

”No, you take that!”

”Why you little…I got you!”

”Revenge!”

”Shit!”

This continued for two hours until both were lying on the floor panting, the game ending in a draw.

”Shouldn’t you be at work today?” Al asked, but it sounded more like bickering to Ed.

”Geez, when I said you could move in I didn’t mean become my wife! No, I don’t have work today because it’s a holiday. Some kind of Central-thing with parade and all.”

”Speaking of work, that girl Winry,” Al started, moving his head so he could see Ed’s face. ”She seemed like a nice girl.”

”I told you like a hundred times last night Al: She is NOT my girlfriend. She isn’t even into guys if you know what I mean.”

”No, I mean she was nice. I’m happy you have found a friend like her.” Ed nodded. He knew Al had been worried he might not make friends as the new kid from a small town here in the big city. But he had made a garage full of friends. An enemy. And a Roy.
He still wasn’t sure why Roy messed up his head. The bastard made him furious, and still made him smile inwardly every time their eyes met and there was that mischievous glint in those onyx eyes. In some twisted way Ed enjoyed the verbal sparring with the lead racer, wanting to annoy Roy like he annoyed him. And then what happened the night at the Silver Rose...

He remembered the smell of sweat on Roy’s skin, the warmth radiating from his lips so close to Ed’s own. He had wanted Roy at that very moment in the worst way possible.
What the hell was wrong with him?!

”Oh, I almost forgot. Christina told me to give you a message when I would see you.”
Ed snapped out of his thoughts at the mention of his ex-girlfriend.

”Really? What kind of message?” Ed rolled on to his stomach, resting his weight on his elbows. Al put his arms behind his head, looking up at the ceiling.

”Well, it was so weird. I mean, yeah, she has been our friend since kinder-garden, but then she was your girlfriend…anyway, she kissed me and—”

”She what?!” Ed exclaimed wide-eyed. The thought of his ex-girlfriend making moves on his brother was just...

”Not like that, brother! Christina gave me a kiss on the cheek and said to give it to you.” Al explained in panic, sitting up and holding his arms out, prepared to defend himself if Ed would get the idea to kick his brains out. Al if anyone knew how territorial Ed could be, be it a car or a girl. ”That’s the weird thing,” he continued when Ed seemed harmless. ”Because right after that, Gwen came up to me and wanted to give you a message as well.”

”And what was that?” Ed asked.

”She slapped me on the other cheek.” Al whined. Ed started laughing. ”It wasn’t funny! Why did she want to slap you?”

”We ended on bad terms,” Ed explained, not laughing anymore because he knew Gwen didn’t hit like a girl. Bad terms was that he had left Risembool without telling her, avoiding corporal punishment for leaving the ’gang’ consisting of the only few street racers in Risembool and their chicks, Gwen being one of the racers. But she was in an entirely different league than a certain lead racer in Central.

Wait, why was Roy Mustang back in his head? ”Damn you!” Ed muttered to himself out loud, holding his ears as if to block out everything.

”Remember when you fell in love with Christina?”

”Huh?” Ed asked frowning, wondering why Al brought it up out of the blue.

”When you wanted to ask her out, but couldn’t, you were acting weird all the time. You said you didn’t like her because she messed up your head. You got angry at the smallest thing she did to tease you, but when she as much as touched you, your knees almost gave away and you were red all over. You would make her angry in turn, so angry she would hit you, but that was your intention, to make her so angry that she would fight you.”

”What…are you trying to say?” Ed asked carefully, eyeing his brother who just smiled at him.

”You have that same look in your eyes as back then. Who is she?”

”Don’t be ridiculous!” Ed huffed, looking away to hide the small blush. Since when did his younger brother see through him so easily? ”I haven’t known hi--…her for more than a week now. You’re imagining things.”

”But you just said there is a ’her’.” Al pointed out, Ed hitting his own head in the floor. Damnit, he had been tricked!

”Look,” Ed said and stood up to remind Al he was the older brother of the two, although it was hard to tell since Al was almost as tall and only a year younger. ”It’s nothing, ok! Just…a thing.”

”You want my advice?” Before Ed could stubbornly say ’no’, All said: ”Go for it. If it feels right you shouldn’t hold back.”

Ed looked down at Al for the longest time before shaking his head and grabbing his car keys. ”I’m going out for a while. You better behave.”

Ed closed the door with a loud slam, Al smiling for himself.

Ed drove to the garage, preferring the sexy roar of engines over Al’s knowing tone of voice. ’If it feels right...’ It didn’t feel right at all. But it felt so wrong there had to be something in it.


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Roy was tempted to throw a punch at the wall but decided against it. His injured arm would just start throbbing again. As of late, the smallest things had been irritating him.

"How the hell is it that we have no supply of extra small NOS canisters?" he muttered to himself. Now he was going to have to go downtown to Tucker’s and get some from the man’s wide, and illegal, storage of car parts. But the problem with that was that he’d have to act like he liked the asshole.

He left the dark basement and walked upstairs to the garage. He had a Mitsubishi Eclipse on the dyno and was anxious to measure the car’s engine power. As he was working on it, he heard the garage door open. ‘Shit,’ he thought. ‘I forgot to lock the damn door.’ It was a holiday for the love of God! Couldn’t he just have some alone time!?

He turned back to his work when he saw it was only Fullmetal.

"Oh…I didn’t expect to see you here," Ed said, standing still.

"Yeah, well I do own the damn place."

"Yeah, but it’s a holiday. Shouldn’t you be home watching a parade, eating a family dinner or something?"

"Do you need help with anything?" he asked, exasperated. Ed rolled his eyes, walking towards Roy, hopping onto one of the cars. Roy’s eyes were averted from to the Eclipse to Ed for the briefest moment. The blond had a great physic, the arms toned after much heavy lifting and some push-ups in the evening.

”Nice ride.” Ed commented, eyeing the metallic grey car with a jet-black hood and stripes on the sides. ”The hubcaps alone must have cost a month’s income each.”

”I won it in a race for pink slips against Greed a month ago. Took him all this time to say goodbye to it. He hasn’t raced since.”

"Why does Greed hate you so much?" Ed asked.

Roy smirked, still working on the car. "A deal gone sour. Plus, I made the mistake to sleep with his woman." He almost laughed when the room became silent. He could almost imagine the look on Ed’s face.

After a few minutes, the blond spoke up. "You said I owed you, right?"

He chuckled. "Yeah."

"Well… what?"

Roy’s smirk grew wider. "I want you to cop me a car that runs nines."

Ed almost choked in disbelief. "Nines? As in a quarter mile in less than 10 seconds? You gotta be kidding me!"

Roy shrugged. "Well…if you don’t think you can handle it…"

The room became silent once again as Ed seethed. ‘What the hell does he mean, I can’t handle it? Was that supposed to make me mad? ‘Cause I am so not mad!’ Ed’s eyes suddenly filled with an evil glint. ‘I owe him? Yeah, I’ll owe him alright.’ He jumped off the car and stalked towards Roy.

Roy spun around when he felt fingers on his shoulders. "What the…" he started before Ed placed a finger on his lips.

"Shut up," the blond said, shoving Roy forcefully into the backseat of the car, "and sit."

"Look, I don’t have time for your little games. In fact--" but he was silenced when Ed slowly crept on top of him, straddling his lap.

"In fact…what?" Ed asked.

Roy couldn’t remember what he wanted to say, and only sputtered when Ed brought his lips so close he could almost feel them on his own.

”What do you--”

”Shut up,” Ed growled, crushing their lips together for a fierce kiss. When Ed pulled back he felt Roy move forward and he lengthened the kiss farther on demand. Ed tugged at Roy’s bottom lip before he brought his lips down to Roy’s jaw, slowly and tantalizingly kissing his way down the jaw line. Roy jolted when he felt Ed’s warm tongue escape the heat of his mouth and graze the side of his neck.

‘What the hell is he doing,’ Roy asked himself as Ed’s wet tongue flicked back and forth against his collarbone. ‘Oh, he wants to play, does he?’ Roy brought his hands to the back of Ed’s legs, sliding them upwards ever so slowly.

Ed’s actions faltered when he felt Roy’s hands slide up his thighs and grab his ass. Ed grabbed Roy’s hands, placing them on his waist.

"Don’t even think about it, Flame. This time, I’m in control."

Roy chuckled. "Whatever you say, Fullmetal. Just what are you trying to prove?"

"You’ll see." Ed brought his lips back to Roy’s neck, this time gently sucking, while simultaneously bringing his hands under the older man’s shirt. Ed caressed Roy’s tight torso, surprised by the rippling muscles Ed found there. Ed felt them contract as he took a light bite of Roy’s shoulder. Ed smiled at him seductively. "I take it you like that?"

Roy growled at the blond’s arrogance. Ed navigated his hands up Roy’s body, relishing his intake of breath when Ed flicked a finger across his nipple. Ed chuckled lightly, and tugged on Roy’s shirt.

"I want it off," Ed demanded. Roy smirked, helping Ed by yank off his shirt. Ed threw it out of the car and slammed the door shut. "Now," Ed said, "for the real deal." His hands travelled down the older man’s abdomen and to his jeans. Ed licked his lips when he felt Roy’s hardness. "Look what I’ve done."

"Don’t flatter yourself too much, Fullmetal."

"Did that a long time ago," Ed said, unbuckling Roy’s belt. Roy’s hands came down on top of his, stopping his actions. Ed’s face filled with confusion. Ed gasped when Roy took his index finger into his mouth. His face changed from confusion to awe when Roy licked his finger sensuously in slow circles, keeping his onyx eyes on his amber ones. Ed almost moaned thinking of what that tongue could do to other parts of his body. The blond then got a hold of himself. ‘You’re supposed to be in control!’ Ed told himself. Ed eased his hand out of Roy’s grasp. "Nice try."

"You know you liked it," Roy said, with a devilish smirk.

"Yeah, as much as I’d like a heart attack."

"Don’t kid yourself. You know you can’t resist me. I’m just too charming for my own good."

"The name’s Ed. Get it right!"

"If you weren’t such a prick, maybe I would!"

"If you weren’t such an asshole, then maybe I wouldn’t be such a pain in the ass!"

"Nothing could prevent you from being a pain in the ass!"

The air around them sparked with animosity. And passion. Their lips sought the others with unresolved sexual tension. Ed moaned into Roy’s mouth when the older man’s hands slid up his waist under his shirt. Roy’s mouth plundered Ed’s savagely, his tongue entering the younger man’s mouth. Their tongues battled together in a war neither could win. There was nothing gentle about their kiss. It was pure sex, passion, and lust. It was carnal.

Ed absently noticed Roy’s hands unbuttoning his shirt. Ed ripped his lips from Roy’s, gasping for breath. He shrugged off his own shirt, Roy’s hand immediately tracing his tight abs. Their mouths fused together once more. Roy tried to spread Ed’s thigh farther apart, giving Ed better access to his crotch. Ed took it, grinding his lower body slowly against Roy’s.

Ed broke the kiss, bringing his lips close to Roy’s ear. "Say my name," Ed whispered. When Roy didn’t say anything, Ed began to move faster on him. "Say it," Ed demanded in a low growl.

Roy groaned when the blond’s pace picked up speed. Damn, he still had his pants on and he was ready to come! His mind lost all ability to think, just do, as Ed braced himself, hands on his shoulders. Ed was panting, making little noises as he moved on top of the lead racer.

"Say it!"

Roy eyes closed shut as he gave in to lust. All he wanted to do was be inside the blond, Goddammit!

"Ed!" Roy cried out, releasing into his jeans.

Ed’s actions came to a sudden halt. He picked up his shirt and put it on, not worrying about buttoning it. Ed opened the car door and stepped out. "Now, we’re even for that little stunt you played on me at the Rose," Ed said, breathing heavily. "You’ll get your ten-second car. You can hold me to that." Ed turned and stalked towards the door.

Roy banged his head back against the leather seat. ‘Fuck,’ he thought hazily. ‘Now I gotta go home and change my fucking pants!’

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