lang=EN-GB style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>A/N: !!!Grammar is bad, I do my
best but… you will see. Please give it a try. Oh and if you interested in
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Chapter 1

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Hoenheim Elric, with his blond hair and
golden eyes stood before Roy. He searched for this men for so long, but nothing
could prepared him to the similarity to his son Edward. The man was ready to
leave and walk out of his sons life again without saying goodbye and Roy
couldn’t let him go. Not without a fight. The older alchemist looked over to
him, measured him like a piece of meat.

“I want to talk with you. Follow me.” Roy
ordered and started to walk toward the closest bar. He didn’t look back, he
didn’t need he could hear the older man’s resigned sight, his closing footsteps
and the faint scene that always lingered around the man.

lang=EN-GB style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>They settled down and ordered a
drink, or two or three, without saying a word to each other. Roy’s gaze
flickered toward the older man, Hoenheim’s posture was rigid, his eyes looked
lost and determined, they were just like Ed’s eyes, just like a man on the
mission’s eyes.

lang=EN-GB style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“You can’t just leave.” Not this
way, not now, not when they would need your help the most.

lang=EN-GB style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I must.” Roy just snored, he heard
excuse like that many times, this didn’t ring truer then any other.

lang=EN-GB style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“No you don’t.”

lang=EN-GB style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“You don’t understand.”

lang=EN-GB style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Then tell me, so I be able to
understand.”

lang=EN-GB style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Its not that simple”

lang=EN-GB style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Try me! Try them! They would
understand if you told them, and not just run away.” Roy could feel the hand
grabbed his shoulder, as Hoenheim turn him to face the older man’s steely gaze.

“No.” the voice was hollow, like the
dying wind. Hoenheim’s finger brushed his face, caressed his lips and chin then
the older man’s wandering finger travelled down Roy’s neck before stopped. Cold
finger rested on Roy’s warm skin as Elric whispered “No.” again.

lang=EN-GB style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>The Flame Alchemist’s hand rested on
the other’s cold hand, it was so long, he invitate other to his bed, so long
since anyone made love to him. He carved the human touch maybe almost as much
the man who seated beside him. The other must read him right as he was pulled
out of his chair toward one of the empty room.

lang=EN-GB style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>He heard the door being closed and
locked behind him. Roy was pulled in a kiss, that smell assaulted his sense,
his clothes were pulled form his light frame and before he knew he stood nude
before his new lover. His finger wandered toward Hoenheim’s shirt, tugged the
buttons as he tried to open up the shirt. Strong fingers curled around his
hand, stopping him on the process. Roy frowned in confused and disappointed.
But his attention was easily averted by
cold fingers on his over heated skin as
they closed around his shaft, tugging it gently while he was back toward the
bed. He was eased down on the cool shit, made his back arch from the contact.
Warm lips trailed down his neck, his collarbone, toward his nipples. While cold
fingers run down over his cock, toward his entrance. Roy felt his legs parting
for their own accord, to give better access to his one-time lover. One digit
pressed inside, then two, Roy moaned as the pressure increased, arching up to
his touch. Wet mount swallowed his cock as the third and forth digit were
pressed inside his body.

lang=EN-GB style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Roy was in heaven , his body ached in
a most delicates manner, he felt full and stretched, cold and hot and he came,
some part of his essence covered his stomach. He opened feverish black eyes to
met with a golden pair. The older man shifted, pulling free his finger to be
able to replace them with his hard cock. Cold fingers run over his stomach,
drawing patterns while a hard staff pressing inside him. Roy growled, moaned,
begged for more, he could feel himself getting hard again. He pulled up his
knees to his chest, letting the older man cover his body. Clenching his muscles
in his abdomen, trying to increase their pleaser. Sudden warm flashed thought
his body as he blacked out, his muscles going limp.

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lang=EN-GB style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Hoenheim watched as the young
Colonel’s body went limp under his body. He felt guilty wash over him, he used
this young man. He promised himself he never do something like that again, but…
but he needed to…. He must did it. He pulled away and carefully cleaned the
young man’s stomach, erasing the last remain of the transmutation circlelang=EN-GB style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>. He pulled away from the young
man’s body, and run his finger thought his hair. He done what needed to be
done. He gathered his coat and leaved the raven haired Colonel behind. It was
time to face his sins.

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lang=EN-GB style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Roy awaken by the early
morning’s sunshine, his body was sore,
his mind fuzzy.

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lang=EN-GB style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Please tell me what you think? What
ya think the circle would do??