After the Fall, Chapter 11 (Roy x Ed)
Title: After the Fall, Chapter 11
Author: SeaweedOtter
Characters: Roy x Ed and some implied Roy x Hughes...
Rating: R to NC-17 overall for language and nudity- (R for this chapter.)
Warnings: The story goes somewhat AU after the end of episode 25 in the anime. I am still sort of keeping to canon events.
Summary: After the funeral for Maes Hughes, Roy was feeling rather... vulnerable.
Copyrights: The characters obviously belong to their creators, not me.
Author's Note: I'm REALLY sorry it took over a month to update. I'm struggling right now with where to take the story. I feel like plot wise I backed myself up to a hole. If anyone has any suggestions, email me (mail at seaweedotter dot com) or comment here.
I am keeping to the plot of the anime as much as I can, but it is proving very hard.
Read all the story so far HERE!
"Brother? What are you thinking about?"
Ed put the alchemy book down that he had been trying to read for the last hour. He was sure that Al had noticed that he had been attempting to read the same page for the entire time.
"Nothing. Now get back to reading." Ed snapped.
"You haven't been reading at all, Brother. Tell me what is wrong. Ever since we got here your mind has been elsewhere. I know Teacher is scary, but I think it is something else. Tell me what is wrong. Please."
Even in a 7 foot tall suit of armor, Ed couldn't resist the pleading face he could somehow tell that his Al was making at him. He let out a deep breath and put the book down.
"I am.. just thinking about everyone back at Central. I know I got a quick phone call back to them, but I don't know what is happening there. We already lost Hughes, and Scar is still on the loose. I... am worried."
Al dropped his head a little. "I still can't believe he is gone.... He was a great man."
"Yeah." Ed looked straight at Al, a fire in his amber eyes. "We need to find a way to get away from Teacher so we can get back to Central- back to our research, and back to looking for Scar. I still don't know what she intends to do with us here. Wouldn't she want us to be back where we could study?" He picked up the book again, actually starting to read it this time.
"She is hard to read, sometimes, but she is a good teacher. I am sure she knows what she is doing, and it is for the best, brother." Al picked up another book from the growing pile at their feet.
Ed shrugged, and flipped the page, his eyes scanning quickly back and forth over the ancient lines of text. "Yeah, I guess so."
They were able to read in silence for a few minutes before the door opened with a creak, and a fast slam closed, frightening the books out of both of the boys' grips. Izumi Curtis came storming into the room, a sour look on her face.
"Follow me, *NOW*." That was all she said. She turned on her heel and headed straight back for the door. Ed and Al were only able to give each other a quick look of confusion and terror before they threw the books down and stood up, fighting stiff necks and tingling legs, devoid of circulation to follow their teacher wherever she was leading them.
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Roy Mustang stood behind his office desk, still littered with papers that needed to be signed by the end of the quickly dwindling day. He knew he was likely going to get shot at by Hawkeye for not finishing them yet, but at the moment he had a more important job to do.
He watched as they all filed in, one after the other, and stood straight and proud before him. If had been less of a man, he wouldn't have been able to hold back his pride at seeing his loyal soldiers before him, ready to obey his every order.
But luckily for him Roy Mustang was no ordinary solider. So he stood before them, uniform perfectly pressed, stone faced and silent as they waited for their commander's word.
"Warrant Officer Vato Falman." he started. "Master Sergeant Kain Fuery, Second Lt. Heymans Breda, Second Lt. Jean Havoc, and First Lt. Riza Hawkeye. I have called you all here to tell you that you are going to be transferring with me to Central Command. If you have any objections, I suggest you get over them, now."
He was glad to see that none of his officers flinched the tiniest bit when he said that. They were going to follow him, into hell if he asked. And he knew wherever he led them, their fate would be his as well.
"You are dismissed." He snapped a crisp salute, which they all returned, and just as they had come in, they filed back out. Roy was glad that they had all turned away, because he had to smile when Havoc started to complain to Breda as they left that he had just found a girlfriend and now he was going to have to dump her. Roy made a mental note to take him out for a drink to make it up to him one night.
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Laying in bed, Ed was pretty sure that he knew how Al felt every night. His whole body was tired, but he just couldn't sleep. So much had happened that day. Ed had managed to save a kitten from falling off the roof, but in doing so he had done alchemy without circles in front of his teacher- something she had never seen him do before. That had resulted in a lot of questions, and a lot of bruises from Teacher before she had finally given in and let them all cry.
His whole body was sore, and he ached from head to toe. He had welts and bruises covering most of his body, but he couldn't figure out why his heart was aching. He had called Colonel Bastard the day before, and as usual he had sounded cold and distant. But Ed thought that he had heard his voice perk just the tiniest bit as had said 'Ed?', trying to decide if he really believed who it was on the other side of the line.
He sighed softly. There was no way he could sneak to a phone here. He knew his brother was awake, even if he was being quiet at the moment. And even if he did, he doubted he could get enough time to make a call. He looked up at the clock. Nobody would be at the office anyways, and there was no way he could attempt to find Mustang's private number without arousing way too much suspicion.
Ed rolled over to his side, his back facing his brother. It took him until then to notice that he hadn't even undressed yet, so with a squeak of the bed springs, he stood up and slowly deposited his clothing, a layer at a time in a pile on the floor and slipped back into bed with his boxer shorts and an undershirt on.
His breath caught as he noticed the tenting coming from his boxers. As much as he had been trying not to think about it.. or him, Mustang kept creeping back into his mind, and his body was betraying him again. 'Damn teenage hormones', he cursed under his breath, his face turning a deep red.
He rolled to his side again, away from the towering hunk of metal and pulled the covers tight over him, muttering under his breath and praying to some deity that he didn't believe in that his brother wouldn't hear him moving or the bed squeaking as he ran his hand down his front and under the waistline of his boxer shorts.
A small moan of pleasure escaped his lips, and he bit his bottom lip to quiet himself so hard that he felt and tasted the coppery trickle of blood.
"Mmmmm... colonel.. b-b-astard.." he groaned, as he quickly grasped himself and started to stroke slowly at first, trying to ease the dull ache in his heart.
Author: SeaweedOtter
Characters: Roy x Ed and some implied Roy x Hughes...
Rating: R to NC-17 overall for language and nudity- (R for this chapter.)
Warnings: The story goes somewhat AU after the end of episode 25 in the anime. I am still sort of keeping to canon events.
Summary: After the funeral for Maes Hughes, Roy was feeling rather... vulnerable.
Copyrights: The characters obviously belong to their creators, not me.
Author's Note: I'm REALLY sorry it took over a month to update. I'm struggling right now with where to take the story. I feel like plot wise I backed myself up to a hole. If anyone has any suggestions, email me (mail at seaweedotter dot com) or comment here.
I am keeping to the plot of the anime as much as I can, but it is proving very hard.
Read all the story so far HERE!
"Brother? What are you thinking about?"
Ed put the alchemy book down that he had been trying to read for the last hour. He was sure that Al had noticed that he had been attempting to read the same page for the entire time.
"Nothing. Now get back to reading." Ed snapped.
"You haven't been reading at all, Brother. Tell me what is wrong. Ever since we got here your mind has been elsewhere. I know Teacher is scary, but I think it is something else. Tell me what is wrong. Please."
Even in a 7 foot tall suit of armor, Ed couldn't resist the pleading face he could somehow tell that his Al was making at him. He let out a deep breath and put the book down.
"I am.. just thinking about everyone back at Central. I know I got a quick phone call back to them, but I don't know what is happening there. We already lost Hughes, and Scar is still on the loose. I... am worried."
Al dropped his head a little. "I still can't believe he is gone.... He was a great man."
"Yeah." Ed looked straight at Al, a fire in his amber eyes. "We need to find a way to get away from Teacher so we can get back to Central- back to our research, and back to looking for Scar. I still don't know what she intends to do with us here. Wouldn't she want us to be back where we could study?" He picked up the book again, actually starting to read it this time.
"She is hard to read, sometimes, but she is a good teacher. I am sure she knows what she is doing, and it is for the best, brother." Al picked up another book from the growing pile at their feet.
Ed shrugged, and flipped the page, his eyes scanning quickly back and forth over the ancient lines of text. "Yeah, I guess so."
They were able to read in silence for a few minutes before the door opened with a creak, and a fast slam closed, frightening the books out of both of the boys' grips. Izumi Curtis came storming into the room, a sour look on her face.
"Follow me, *NOW*." That was all she said. She turned on her heel and headed straight back for the door. Ed and Al were only able to give each other a quick look of confusion and terror before they threw the books down and stood up, fighting stiff necks and tingling legs, devoid of circulation to follow their teacher wherever she was leading them.
______________________________________________________________
Roy Mustang stood behind his office desk, still littered with papers that needed to be signed by the end of the quickly dwindling day. He knew he was likely going to get shot at by Hawkeye for not finishing them yet, but at the moment he had a more important job to do.
He watched as they all filed in, one after the other, and stood straight and proud before him. If had been less of a man, he wouldn't have been able to hold back his pride at seeing his loyal soldiers before him, ready to obey his every order.
But luckily for him Roy Mustang was no ordinary solider. So he stood before them, uniform perfectly pressed, stone faced and silent as they waited for their commander's word.
"Warrant Officer Vato Falman." he started. "Master Sergeant Kain Fuery, Second Lt. Heymans Breda, Second Lt. Jean Havoc, and First Lt. Riza Hawkeye. I have called you all here to tell you that you are going to be transferring with me to Central Command. If you have any objections, I suggest you get over them, now."
He was glad to see that none of his officers flinched the tiniest bit when he said that. They were going to follow him, into hell if he asked. And he knew wherever he led them, their fate would be his as well.
"You are dismissed." He snapped a crisp salute, which they all returned, and just as they had come in, they filed back out. Roy was glad that they had all turned away, because he had to smile when Havoc started to complain to Breda as they left that he had just found a girlfriend and now he was going to have to dump her. Roy made a mental note to take him out for a drink to make it up to him one night.
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Laying in bed, Ed was pretty sure that he knew how Al felt every night. His whole body was tired, but he just couldn't sleep. So much had happened that day. Ed had managed to save a kitten from falling off the roof, but in doing so he had done alchemy without circles in front of his teacher- something she had never seen him do before. That had resulted in a lot of questions, and a lot of bruises from Teacher before she had finally given in and let them all cry.
His whole body was sore, and he ached from head to toe. He had welts and bruises covering most of his body, but he couldn't figure out why his heart was aching. He had called Colonel Bastard the day before, and as usual he had sounded cold and distant. But Ed thought that he had heard his voice perk just the tiniest bit as had said 'Ed?', trying to decide if he really believed who it was on the other side of the line.
He sighed softly. There was no way he could sneak to a phone here. He knew his brother was awake, even if he was being quiet at the moment. And even if he did, he doubted he could get enough time to make a call. He looked up at the clock. Nobody would be at the office anyways, and there was no way he could attempt to find Mustang's private number without arousing way too much suspicion.
Ed rolled over to his side, his back facing his brother. It took him until then to notice that he hadn't even undressed yet, so with a squeak of the bed springs, he stood up and slowly deposited his clothing, a layer at a time in a pile on the floor and slipped back into bed with his boxer shorts and an undershirt on.
His breath caught as he noticed the tenting coming from his boxers. As much as he had been trying not to think about it.. or him, Mustang kept creeping back into his mind, and his body was betraying him again. 'Damn teenage hormones', he cursed under his breath, his face turning a deep red.
He rolled to his side again, away from the towering hunk of metal and pulled the covers tight over him, muttering under his breath and praying to some deity that he didn't believe in that his brother wouldn't hear him moving or the bed squeaking as he ran his hand down his front and under the waistline of his boxer shorts.
A small moan of pleasure escaped his lips, and he bit his bottom lip to quiet himself so hard that he felt and tasted the coppery trickle of blood.
"Mmmmm... colonel.. b-b-astard.." he groaned, as he quickly grasped himself and started to stroke slowly at first, trying to ease the dull ache in his heart.