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Author: velvet_mace
Disclaimer: I do not belong or Fullmetal Alchemist or this fic.
Raiting: PG-13 Pairing
: AlxWinry RoyxEd
Beta-reader: ekhary paulaikari
Previous: 01 , 02, 03 , 04, 05 , 06, 07 , 08, 09 , 10 , 11 , 12 , 13 , 14 , 15 , 16 a. Not the Roy I loved. And Al Le sick to think what might happen. Life imprisonment would be the best result. Death would be more likely - or something else, something similar to what they planned to Roy. I shudder to think that his brother, who had just recovered his body, could end up losing your freedom, your life or your mind. It was not fair. It was just stinking. And Ed would get rid of everything. Because it seemed that this was his destiny - to survive while others around them suffer. So far Ed had done nothing. They could not prove that he conspired. In reality there was no conspiracy and more than a little hurt that neither her brother nor her lover had committed enough of it until it was too late to hs, boys, "he said. "In honor of the visit of the Fuhrer, we will work today."
Roy closed his eyes and saw him thank Ed silent. It was fast, and the facade typical of Roy took his place.
Al had. Started the game. Ed felt the tension rise further. His own state of not getting involved was about to end, and soon play an important, but something funny paper. She bit her lip and stood up.
walked the familiar route to the laboratory, Midnight in front and behind the guard following them, Roy by his side giving the slightest pounding of walking.
"Here I have a reward," said Ed watching Midnight "As has cooperated enough, you've earned the right to have your armback. "
The guard was interested in that. "Excuse me sir, but you sure is right? Ashfell ""? "Midnight
raised a hand. "Only in the laboratory, of course. You'll have to give up him at the end of the day. "

A rose is Ed's mind, and then fell to the floor. Midnight probably did not know how much it hurt the automail reinserted. The idea of having this pain every day to the stomach did not hurt him. Almost wondered if it was worth the pleasure of having a second arm.

Roy put his hand on his shoulder, nodding almost imperceptibly, suggesting he knew of the problem. Ed absurdly felt comforted. Roy is responsible for that. Hadue Ed could do was kneel down, biting his lip and wait for the white stars of the pain away from your eyes. Vaguely felt someone stroking her hair and honestly wish to be left alone, but could not speak.

Slowly, the feeling that his arm was immersed in molten lead calmed down and was replaced by a cloudy but persistent pain. He realized he was sitting on the floor, leaning against Roy.

"That's why it was not for so long." Winry explained. "Nerves are not accustomed to the stimulus.'ll Have to re-train a bit."

"How long does it take?" Roy's voice sounded harsh and anxious.

"It depends. It is recommended that you remove the automail by more than a week, two maximum. "

Ed closed his hand and turned to see if the automail cooperating. answered, but slowly, and the result was quite acceptable fist.

" I'm ready. "he said.

Roy helped him up. "'Are you sure?"

"Sure."

"Al?" asked Roy.

Ed looked at Al, was standing on a corner. There was something wrong with your expression, how in which the muscles of his cheeks stood out, as if squeezing strong teeth. And his eyes. For a long time since I saw such resentment - even the day he fought in the laboratory had been as bad as that.

What happened ?

Your BIRTHDAY! Damn, was the birthdaye was Andrew made it seem more ... human.

Al whispered very low, Roy almost did not hear. "Andrew, listening to Roy and do what I say."

The guard stood up, concerned. "Lord, what happens?" said. "Need help?

"Tell the guard that comes close," Roy said softly to Midnight. He hesitated, looking at Al, who nodded and straightened Midnight.

"Guardia. Can you help?" Midnight said.

hand guard a little doubt on the panic button, but then got up and stepped back inside the room. Once the button was out of reach, Roy whispered. "Blind him." Midnight

Al looked back at Roy's heart sank. This delay was intolerableble. Need to talk to Al about that. They had to do something.

The guard hesitated and started back toward his desk, where was the panic button.

"Andrew, blind him." Midnight said Al

touched his belt buckle and had a brief blaze. The guard suddenly yelled and took both hands to his face. Ed

action was launched, covering the distance between the guard and he in three steps, and stretched his leg almost elegant. Your automail struck the man's legs and he collapsed to the ground. Roy was on him and the two cornered him against the ground.

"Al!" Roy said. "That Midnight distract the guards at the hall. We do not want to come now. That regressionis in five minutes. "That would be enough time in one form or another.

Thankfully, this time Al did not hesitate, just repeated the order to Midnight, who nodded and walked out the door.

Ed was working, sitting on the thighs of the man and trying to lift his uniform. Roy realized that was not responding automail as it should, but their hands were busy trying to keep the arms of the guard to the ground. He managed to take off and shove it in a sandal mouth to muffle the screams.

Ed pulled again and this time managed to release the guard's shirt from his pants. The skin of her back was exposed. Ed joined his hands and put on the man's waist. dark lines formed on the Buddhaor silence. "That was a great show." It seemed as if pretending to be brave, but he could see the horror beneath this fragile patient and insincere smile. Roy euphoria began to fade.

Then Al spoke with an icy voice that gave him a mortal blow to the international celebration of Roy. "I'll never do that again, Roy." said.

"Al, you know -" began Roy.

"I will not do," Al and repeated for emphasis, knelt beside him and looked him straight in the eye. "Do you understand?" I will never do again. Never. "


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ENAR the fire of life gilded with a wave of his hand. Those things were no longer part of the routine of Roy. When not at work, he stayed in his room. That is where truly belonged. That was the only place he felt at home. Ahi was he could remember.
took off his coat, growling slightly too flat bars of the shoulders and threw it to the laundry. The pile was almost as tall as him. And started to stink. Absently thought Roy would have to address that before Havoc came to visit again. His old friends were concerned for him. Roy did not know how to tell them to leave him in peace. Needed to continue with their lives. They had a future. All I had was a past Roy. CH TMLXC Apparently, the bastard who ran the country now was no better than Bradley. As Hawkeye, anyway. Really did not care. Had done his part. There was nothing I could do. Never be returned to office. Never be respected and admired. He would never take your eye. Never again .... ... both repentance. ... I never said ... ... I should have said ... ... I should have protected ... ... I could not even protect myself ... ... Give me something to believe in, please ...
went up to her room. The voices there would be much stronger, much stronger, amplified by the photos, old newspapers, the only shirt he had stolen six years agos, torn and dirty that he never dared to wash. He no longer smelled. But no matter. Roy could pretend he did. He had become good at pretending.
no longer wanted to be Fuhrer. Just do not want to be alone.
The room was striped red and gold. Every wall was covered with cards. Most pages were mission reports, clinical in content, but still covered with clumsy handwriting that made it hurt the heart. Would

twenty now.

Some were quick memos that he threw on his desk. Most began with "Hawkeye said." Some started with 'You're a fucking bastard. " The most valuable is stuck just above the head of your bed. Ed hadwas only a little. Although Ed had to persuade him with delusions to make 'kitsch', as though they had been together. When was real.

Roy put his shirt on his lips. It smelled of mothballs. There were mushrooms growing on a button. But all I could think of was Roy Edward. had stolen photos were generally of Edward with Alphonse, or Ed with Winry. Or Ed yelling at someone out of camera range. But some pictures really belonged in those, they were together. Roy had hit the ceiling.

There were eight of them. If he looked hard enough, I could almost pretend he was living inside those moments captured. With his arms still around that golden boy

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On Monday, Roy enters his office at eight o'clock sharp. Is separated from the brewing facilities at eight forty-five am sharp. He walks through the building, looking smug official until, at quarter past nine o'clock, the General Hawkeye takes aim on the head with his gun and asked politely to sit down and start seeing your paperwork so that, for now , everyone can go home before the midnight.

At eleven o'clock to nine o'clock, EdElric Ward kicks the door and into the center of the room, his brow wrinkled. At eleven twenty-two has finally learned to yell and scream only give Roy the lead, even more than they already have. At eleven twenty-two, has made enough of what it is trying to achieve and to not hate everyone. At Eleven Twenty has grudgingly learned to accept the almost family with the building. At eleven twenty has the same height as Roy Mustang, that irony is something very, very cruel.

At half past eleven am, in point, Roy finally lifts the face of his paperwork and aims to realize the vision stop at your office for the first time. Feigns surprise. Also pretends he is not interested. Pretend it whenWard, automatically searching bandages, bruises or other injuries. There is none. Edward stops. Roy already has another mission for the next week. Somewhere warm and tropical. Some place with beautiful beaches and beautiful women. Ed really needs a woman. Roy

never expected to find one. not want to give it, in this ritual, this routine. Is the bright spot in his day, the lighter part of his life. And simultaneously the most important. It's selfish. Someone really should find a girl to Edward.

At eleven thirty and three o'clock Edward leaves. Roy misses him even before you leave.

Thirty minutes after midnight, Roy finally goes. Hawkeye just shakes his headresources to the desk of Roy. It is so different from the routine that Roy turned away (at eleven to six o'clock and fourteen seconds), and Ed is beautiful, delicate features and golden. And Roy can not think of anything to say, and is wrong, everything is so bad, is so far from what he knows and where is safe.

Then Ed's face is wrinkled, and launches into one of his monologues daily insults, and everything returns to its place.

Roy let his cocky, entertaining expression gets in his face and wondered what kind of opportunity is just lost. Edward is closer today, and Roy can see how their muscles move under his shirt while moving the arms. Roy responds to what is supposed to respond, is an arrogant bastard whenis supposed to be, and usually shows his moral rotate your god complex.

When Ed goes to eleven am twenty-five Roy tells him to watch. Ed sees strange, shrugs and leaves. Roy is chides him for being stupid.

really having to watch their language more carefully when the boy is around.

Roy remains in office until a quarter past two am He wondered if Hawkeye is proud of him, finally stayed later than her. After probably remember this with Havoc, and not thinking about it at all.

walk home, because there is no one to drive. She hates her home.

is empty. -

Wednesdayuarenta and nine o'clock

not sleep at all.

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On Friday, Roy arrives at work at eight am sharp that there is nothing more for him. Café. Hawkeye. Desktop. Who the hell cares?

Among the paperwork from your desk is a silver watch. The silver watch Edward. On top of a letter of resignation. Led by Roy, alchemists can choose their own time of removal if they have served at least six years first. Roy hates the rule at this time.

Roy knows it's better this way. Always knew it would end well. Unfinished. He could not even say goodbye. Still

breaks down.

Nobody says anything.

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At sa routine that must be hallucinating. Roy rubbed his eyes and looks back again and now Edward is standing three feet from him. Roy says the name of Edward. Edward tells

asshole. Then


if
is Edward. After this sure, Roy realizes he does not know what else to think, why, why the hell is Edward here after destroying all ties with him? Edward

that stupid again when asked.

Roy is tired and lonely, but that's ok. Even if Edward hits him until it became a bloody mass, okay, that the bright spot here for a little more.

Roy asks what time it is.

can be asked whetherconvince the boy to stay a little longer, maybe offer tea, perhaps provoke a fight.

Edward walks toward him, pushes him and tells him he looks like shit. Roy is very aware of that, but it is important because, suddenly, you realize that you have the chance to say what ever he said Friday.

says "Edward", but does not say "goodbye" in large part because Ed kisses him.

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On Sunday morning ... or maybe on Sunday afternoon they were down Roy's bed and stumble to the bathroom. Roy tries to use toothpaste and Ed takes it away. Then eat it alive for just having a toothbrush at home.

When Roy comes to shaving, Ed stands behind him andruns his fingers down her sides, under his shirt, until Roy can hardly sit still. Cut the chin and curses.

fight over Soap, toilet, shower, shampoo, and Ed threatens to take you shopping as soon as they finished.

And Roy just laughs, because it is a terrible thing

permanent and has not laughed for so long.

And the clocks move downstairs, and soon will have to go and see what time it is, because there are new routines built everywhere, about the old and the old routine is dead, not surprised at all.

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Monday at eight forty-two o'clock Roy Mustang arrives at the office building. Ed Lower

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In addition to uniforms, had no other clothes. Even had his wallet was left with his clothes in a shop in his store. When asked who was in the store. "It had been rented to someone else? Somehow, he suspected that he would never work there. Seemed always to be burning their connections with the past, no matter what the feel about it.

definitely did not return after that. Midnight
was talking about something. Work. Circles. When should listen. Should smile. Midnight might suspect. When did the best he could. "Want a beer?" "Sure," said Midnight. I was looking out the window. It was raining. Almost nosmall to yours carefully. As much as I would have blurred the edges of his consciousness, had to be sober for this. Midnight did not deserve less than the most careful treatment. Midnight In twenty minutes I definitely had problems with words. He stopped in the middle of a sentence, suddenly forgetting what he was talking. "The other alchemist made a giant tree," I helped Al, "but did not impress anyone."

Midnight's eyes brightened, "Yes, huge. ... He took all the space alien." He paused. " know, I think I'm drunk. "He looked at his beer, had only had a quarter." I guess a while back that did not drink. We've been busy. "

Al caught the beer before it fell to Midnight hands. "Why do not you sit?" Suggested Al, leading his boss to a chair, but to bed. Midnight did not appear to question this. "Something tired," muttered the dark-haired alchemist. "Okay, you've been working hard." "should go back to my room." "No, no. Just lie down for a moment, you'll be better. "
Midnight looked confused but agreed. He closed his eyes and seemed asleep. Oh, Roy, oh, Roy. "This dog has been a pain in the butt, would you return the favor?" Really. But it was an area as good as the others. It was unlikely that lpo, that never in a million years would come to this position. Mustang could satisfy his lust for teenage boys, but Midnight had no such moral failings. This was some kind of joke. Or a dream. Or a hallucination. "Aw, it hurts me to not remember," Midnight was horrified. Other details surfaced, including the fact that he was closing down and his genitals were caught somewhat uncomfortably in his boxers. Or the fact that it hurt the back - a lot. No, no, no, no, it was not possible. "Oh, God," she whispered. "Sorry!" As if he had said something very good or very bad, the expression of Al changed to one of great concern. "No, I'm sorry. It was cruel to my parte. Midnight did not do anything. I do drugs, " " You .. I get high? "Why?" Midnigh separated from the bed, settling and closing its pants. This was very bad. No sense. Al could not drug him. When it could not hurt a damn rat. There were other things that were wrong with that equation, which did not fit with a scenario of seduction. Even brought uniform, shoes incuse. Who wore shoes to bed?. And it hurt the back, yes, but not hurt if (my god, what was really considering this?) Someone had arrived the night before. It hurt more as if he had been attacked with a cheese grater. "That would put the circle." No. It could not be. CHdamn all their glory. He put the band in place and pulled the clothes. I did not want to see it. Could not believe it was there. This was the fate of MUSTANG, not yours. He had done everything, absolutely everything they asked. Had been kind to Al thought he liked the boy. But the circle was not working, Midnight felt suddenly relieved. Something had gone wrong, he was beaten. I was not happy or obsessed. It was not anyone's pet. Even he himself. Scared, mortified and angry, sure, but himself. knob moved. "Midnight, let me." Midnight opened the door. "How dare you?" He barked to Al "What in the world did yousoil. "I forgive." It was a statement rather than a question, but there was a plaintive tone that suggested that Al was not sure what would forgive Midnight. He softened his heart. The shock of the whole situation started to leave, and could see the boy she had named, somewhat hesitant, as a friend again. had been a mistake, of course. A stupid mistake of youth. As an adult, should be stronger.
"did not work anyway," Midnight said after a moment. "Listen. I understand the pressure under which you were when you did that. I've been under great pressure. I can forgive you for trying this. I'll see how I can remove them to me and maybe we can both forget it. "
CHTMhe was the voice and deep breath, starting over. "Do not you care that you have." Midnight jumped a little and for a moment, his world is rocking on its axis. For a second, he realized that the circle itself was working. But then, that thought, slippery as an eel, he escaped. His mind his own trail and covered the vacuum of denial pleasant settled again.

He liked the child. Al was incredibly bright and talented, and good. Possession was a big word, but did not care to follow the suggestions of Al did not care to keep pace. This child went to many places. Good places. Places where you might be if it joined. Yes I could do that. Midnight smiled

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Author: velvet_mace
Disclaimer: I do not belong or Fullmetal Alchemist or this fic.
Raiting: PG-13 Pairing
: AlxWinry RoyxEd
Beta-reader: ekhary paulaikari
Previous: 01 , 02, 03 , 04, 05 , 06, 07 , 08, 09 , 10 , 11 , 12 , 13 , 14 , 15 , 16



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Chapter 17
VIRGINITY

Working with Midnight was a bit bad, but not as bad as Al thought it would be. In fact, sometimes I forgot how bad that fell Midnight, although he was irritable and pretentious, was respectful and courteous, and had some interesting ideas. There were moments that were related, not as a dictator and subject, even as a boss and subordinate, but as colleagues, even with a trace of friendship.

Not sure if this made it easier to plan or not. On the one hand, I knew it was a good idea to Midnight was quiet with him. So deliberately showed, with little words and gestures, he gjada.

In honor him with a smug smile and pat on the back. "I'm afraid you are the only Alchemist virgin left in the room."

Ed blushed and looked briefly at Roy, now hidden beneath a huge smile that hand. Midnight looked at Roy and then made a face of innocence enforced - and the guard laughed again.


Impossible. IMPOSSIBLE.
When I look at Ed, then Roy and back. "They're joking." said, shaking his head. "Failure!" All but you hate him! "

All kinds of emotions were piled under the skin of Al and before you know it, Roy was taken by the lapel of his orange shirt and looked fiercely at her dark eyes. Closed fist. "What did you do tomy brother? "he asked in his most threatening tone.

" Ya, ya, "said Roy raised his hands feebly." No I did nothing to disagree. "

" convinces him, I know. You can convince anyone of anything. Why my brother? Why him? "

" Al, "growled Midnight.

" Al! "Said Ed in a somewhat desperate. He took his fist and walked away from Roy. When Roy dropped the shirt reluctantly.

"How dare you," said Al, furious. "Brother, that was very low on their part."

Ed approached him. "Al," he whispered. "I'm in love with him. Let it be. "

" Could not you have hypnotized or something. I know how he is, does that to people. "

" It is myYou chose choice Al Winry, I chose him. I've never complained about who you choose. Do not set yourself against me for my choices. At least, I'm an adult. And none of us can get pregnant, "And you two are using protection?"

"Sure," said Al, "And do not change the subject."

"In fact, we change the subject," said Midnight , uncomfortable. "We still have work to do." Ed looked at in a way that meant something .... When I was not sure, but had a great effect. Ed was suddenly back and stood near Roy.

"I have made adult decisions for myself for over seven years," Ed said softly. "I will not fight you for it. I only ask that you respect me and let me go. "woe to you? "asked Ed
" I will stay here a little longer. Maybe just a couple of weeks. No more than that, I hope. "
Ed spent his arm around Roy and buried his face in his chest." No I want to be free if you're still here. "

Roy sighed. The did not want them to release Ed. . and maybe was not necessary, but Al hoped so. likely that Al knew what was good of them after all - but suspected that Roy would have much to explain before that all was well between them again .

"However, we will return your arm."

"Mmmm, good. That would be good. How do you do that? "

Roy said.

Sometimes during the explanationcall over the sink and washed it with soap. Then, as a precaution, threw the remaining mayonnaise. Could no longer eat.

took a piece of paper and quickly drawing a circle. He took two bottles of beer from the fridge. The uncovered, took a few shots of a drug before putting it transparent. After the cover again, activated the circle and watched with satisfaction as the lid is again perfectly fit into the bottle. It looked perfect.

Ed was right. There were many forms of abuse with alchemy. And he was using all that was in a list.

took the other bottle of beer and drank it quickly. His conscience felt much better when finished.

"Already, Finished, "said Winry finally.

" Me too. "And it was to give him kisses he had promised.




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On Friday came as a great promise.

Midnight was ecstatic. It was a good day. A very, very good day. Not only had success by turning the circle into a dog, but had managed, with the help of Ashfell, do as the Fuhrer wanted - the dog received orders of Ashfell perfectly. addition to his success alchemical Ashfell beginning to show some respect for him. After weeks of seeing beneath the nose, for having gone against him and return to Roy in the project had finally admitted that it was uthe project. The youngest would go with all the knowledge about the project erased from their minds, but left otherwise intact. Mustang, of course, would be worse. The Fuhrer and referred to him as 'my pet' Midnight felt a little bad for him. But not much. Especially not after that joke of virginity. He felt bad for Al, who had not done more to give the best of the project. Apart from a few problems by using animals, was all that Midnight would expect from a subordinate. And even better, Al began to show signs that not only respected him, but he likes. This was unexpected, and it felt pretty good. It was bad that the child does not remember who I was when Midnight acabo with him. He hoped that when the project ended, they had another chance to work together.

the last day of animal testing went well in the lab. Up Mustang, which should be scared, seemed happy.

In fact, he had only been a rarity in the day, when for some reason, the firm usually hand slipped at drawing the circle, and had to shave the dog and redraw.

"Hey, Roy." Said the boy. "Where do you think I should put the circle on this dog?"

Roy looked at the animal. "Put it here." And said the rear left. After Midnight gave the strangest of smiles.

"Are you sure?" Al looked at Midnight also

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Winry found really looking forward to them to put the tattoo. At first feigning enthusiasm for the sake of appearances, but as the day approached she rubbed the smooth area between the thumb and index finger. Going to hurt, of course, but not much, and there was something very romantic about sharing a tattoo with the man she loved. waited in the Laboratory came to arrive al no.5 guards were accustomed to it, looking at his papers and registering it a courtesy only fast and carelessly. I had nothing in his coat-no, the evidence was now incomfortably ensconced in their boots. Al down the hall waving his arms. Knew better than to run to him, rapid movements of the laboratory put people no.5 nervous. So I hope to walk up to her and put her arms around him. "Ready?" "More than ever," he murmured and kissed him. "Come." But Al did not budge. It felt like down the shoulders. Released him, a little worried. But before I could ask anything he heard a voice behind her. "Here I am. We can go." turned and saw Midnight. had been nearly three months since the last time I'd seen but had not forgotten his face. The last time I saw it, was busy putting his fiston his face. Then the world was dark. He kept wanting to spit. Was, well, it was the 'chief of Al, one might say, but' keeper 'was more appropriate. Could make life very difficult if you wanted. In addition, they would what they deserve in a few weeks. Only had to wait. went to local tattooing in silence, only four of them, Al, Midnight, she, and of course the ubiquitous guard. Very romantic, Winry thought but appreciated it as he could, taking the hand of Al and totally ignoring others. "I'll go first," said Al As expected, Midnight and the guard were much more interested in Al than in it. Neither looked at her even when asked to use the bathroom. Inside, he took off his shoe janointed bills, counting them and putting them in the pocket of his coat. It tied the laces again. Even
were doing the tattoo to Al when he returned. Midnight and the guard were not even looking, so I approached the old weakness of the cash register and got his attention. "Do we have a deal?" He asked quietly. "Got the money?" "Here's the half. The other I will give in two weeks. My grandmother would bring. Also pick it up. Pinako is called. Mention my name." The old man nodded. She gave him the money. He turned around and counted it carefully before putting into the register. "ink and also need an instruction manual." " is included. "Said the old man." Any color? " " Black is fine. " " Thanks. "Winry returned to the room where the man who pushed a tattoo to rag on the Al's hand "My turn?" he asked. "Have a seat," said the artist. QUESTIONS Midnight said reluctantly into the animal cages in a corner. "Everybody been fully trained in stock orders. Sit, come, give paw. I guess at least ONE of you has a pet dog ever. "
There was silence for a moment, when Al spoke." My girlfriend had a dog. "
Midnight's looked tiredncio. Al was sitting upside down in a chair with arms folded over the back of wood and rubbing your tattoo with a thumb. Mustang was standing nearby, arms folded, his face expressionless. And Edward, who was standing on the desk, hunched and rocking the feet as a child of six years, with all its boredom, his eyes were cold and focused. I was aware of the words of Midnight.
"However, they were trained in the orders, but also are trained in only coach to take them off and nobody else." Midnight
went to the first cage. "Your job is to design and activate a circle that makes the dog obey orders from someone else. All ingénienselas to the circle. Ed and Al can drawa second is that the effect only lasts as long as the circle is on your skin. But the suggestion itself should be permanent, otherwise, at the time you remove the circle, the victim will be back at square one. "I answered your question?"
Ed nodded reluctantly. "means spend the day with us?" Asked Roy.

Midnight smiled. "I'm afraid so, Mustang." And you, I will keep you incredibly secure, my friend. Mustang nodded and smiled, accepted the challenge , those eyes seemed to say.




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Al Winry looked to break his coat again and put my hand in the full insulation packages to taketo believe it.

Instead, Al bit his lip and looked out the window, staring inside his own head.

After sex, he used the pliers and electrical tape to reattach the extension. When placed in the well filled and returned to accommodate mattress covers.

It was becoming routine.

"It's going to work." Winry whispered in his ear. "Mustang can be a bastard, but he knows what he does."

"We can not use our signs. I would like to confirm some things with him. What if there is something small but vital that I have forgotten?"

just wanted to make him believe Al.



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CHdare hands, but never thought that would also bring to Winry.

kidnap literally in your face. And Pinako felt a little more than guilt about it. If only it had been calm and had not said how valuable it was Winry, her granddaughter would be at home at the time, making breakfast and working in the family business. Winry

missed. He burned the stomach to think that after taking her two children, the military had found a way to also be his only granddaughter. It was not fair.

Make this favor by Winry was the least I could do to compensate. Money was no daddy, but Pinako could afford. She was a little worried about walking through a dangerous city cndo bag and arranging the food on them.

So, with swashbuckling Pinako thought. I'm really too old for this. And honestly, does anyone follow me?. He looked around the park, but saw no one paying attention at all.
Ah, the benefits of being old. You become invisible.

finally arrived at the hospital. A very friendly guard took her to the studio where Winry and a dozen more people arming automail, almost like a factory. The guard did not even looked at the bag.

"Grandma!" screamed and ran to hug her.

"God, girl, I was not so tight, my stomach is still bad for the trip on the train." "Oh, Grandma, I've missed you so much." Winry was crying Po

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HTMLXC Pawns: Pawns Chapter 15 DELAY always the same, thought Midnight. You wait for something to do something else, and things will just explode in your face when you turn around. were a small step from the finish line and running at full steam. After Midnight leaves the laboratory for two days. That's all it took his project to become complete chaos.

Mustang now had brought to the project, Edward had resigned and Al spent his time doing basic and reading circles, as he needed inspiration to keep going. So instead of catching up with paperwork and other tasks, such as Midnight expected, had all dayfrying the brain to improve the original circle.

was definitely not his forte. Damn!, Knew all the principles of light and waves, how they behaved in different ways, but when it came to brain structures and chemistry, knew as much as a guy with an anatomy book. He was a person of ideas, not those guys are crazy inventors. For this was to a computer. If Ashfell was there he would have said 'was expected', and hinted he would look to Midnight was an idiot for not being able to deal with it. Damn, it was expected course!. So I did not want to take out Mustang. Or at least, being carried off by some of the project, not for safety. Honestly, how much could be done Mustang behind bars? His only contacts were his jailers, who did not help, his cellmate, who could not, and Al, who was guarded closely. Ashfell felt both at the time, so sure he had caught the guy in a great act of conspiracy, which had not been thinking on an important point. If Mustang used hand signals Why destroy the microphones? Rather than make a whole drama would have been better to watch, learn the signs. So I could see into the mind of that bastard who always up to something. It was too late for that. Oh God, the Fuhrer had already scheduled his return to Central based on the progress of the project when there were three intelligence alchemistsra a visitor but a visitor was. Really expected to do so wait at least a week, if not more before we hear another voice. By then, the torture of boredom would have given him the opportunity to analyze his mind off his IQ, making it more friendly. Now, he was still angry and attentive. was the Weasel. Roy was surprised. I had not seen the Weasel in several months - not since I started working on the project. Weasel smiled with all his teeth. "Hey, Roy, boy. I heard you got into trouble. I had to come down and see for myself. So I'm going down, and here you are, again in solitary confinement." "Here I am," Roy said carefully. Ah, yes, that's why I hated this man. CHTML XC "What, You did not like the little job we had for you?"
"I liked it." "Did you have a peleíta your classmate? Could have requested that separated you know?" "I get along with Edward." "So why remove the microphones? Know that you would get in trouble. Do not look the type to me self-destructive." "I have no idea of which you speak. What microphones?" Weasel sat on the bed Roy walking away from him. "Ah, come on, do not fool around. We want you back on board, but you have to cooperate." Roy was allowed to smile a little. Something was not going as planned. Edward probably behaved badly again. The heartLaboratory no.5. He hesitated as he approached the Ed was the 18th birthday of Edward and, ironically, Midnight brought him a 'gift'. The jailer opened the door and entered Midnight. Edward was lying on his bed, his head toward the door and leaning in the other knee. Not even bother to turn when Midnight came. Casually raised his one arm and offered his middle finger to whoever was there. "Happy Birthday, Fullmetal." "Midnight Fuck. I'm not going to work on your project." "What does Roy Mustang for you?." "It's a bastard and I hope he rots in any hole in which the goals." Edward was a lousy liar. "If you're going to torture anotheronce I'm not working, do it. It is as if I were to find out whether they did or not. Damn!, Could kill him too. Or say they did not make it. I do not mind. If you do not see it, I do not. " Midnight snorted." You're one of the worst I've ever known handlers. I have a deal for you. If you go back to work, it again put into the project. " " Mmm. "Definitely this was a positive sound. But he seemed to hesitate, as if waiting for something else. " And we will put in the same cell that you, So if you really want. I can understand if not. "Midnight really waiting for the child say no to that offer. It seemed a bit ill put that perverted in the same room with Ed Fullmetal did not deserve it. Al frown. "They took the damn brush when you left."

"Ah, I had been thinking about it. And I thought that I was longing for." Roy laughed and held it again. "You became a complete disgust of person are you?" "Certainly," Ed said smiling broadly.
"Perfect. I trained well." Roy whispered in his ear.
"Oh no, no, no, you have no credit here." Ed also told him in whispers. "I got your back-fire. You owe me one."
"Well, it worked pretty well. Thanks. Now I will only think I can keep in order. I mean that's very good for my ego. Tell me, is it true?"
"You're teasing again," Ed said in a warning tone.

How To Soothe The Pain Of Gallstones

Fic: Acceptance
Author: sockren
Genre: AU, Romance, Yaoi / Het OT3.
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist .
Rating: R Pairing
: Riza x Roy x Ed.
Notes: Out of otp Wanks outside the canon, the fights were het-vs-Out yaoi and everything! The best lemon of creation is before you. Gócenlo and as I told the first person to read:





Acceptance


Ed could not really say that he liked women, and goodor, Riza was not very adept of automail in bed. However, they remained together, mainly by Roy. Women throughout central kisses said that Roy was better than sex. Riza secretly thought they were right. Ed just thought that women were crazy, and go straight to sex, it was very, very good. Roy had fallen

easily by Ed Riza had been difficult to see how their fights became sexual tension slowly, and finally sex. Riza compared them with snakes. Tangled with each other, biting at his kisses, and made war (and love) in bed. Still, what else could I ask a woman who saw two men making love beautiful? Ed

told to fuck. For him, it was something gross andand made her open her eyes with a dreamy look.

Settled in her lap, Edward looked really dominated, and Roy spent his hands, even with the gloves from his back. A slight rumble did get on his face and Riza had no knowledge of how verbal expressions made practically leap off his face.

"Lamela," Roy whispered softly.

"No," said Ed moaned softly when wrapped around your finger gloves slipped in the middle of his back, gently rubbing your input. They had been playing together. Roy had an obscene idea 'before'. Riza loved him and savored. Edward could only keep quiet, a gentle rebellion in each of his movements, while fighting against hands glove seeking relief.

"Lamela," Roy ordered back, gently guiding the head of Ed with his hands. There was strength in his words. Riza understand how Roy was able to send people. Edward would do anything at that point, she knew, when she saw him lower his head. Dutifully rose hips and Roy put a pillow under Riza.

At least Edward was good with his tongue. He had a passionate obsession with every move, and obediently licked. Laughing, Roy stepped aside to watch. A Mustang liked to see almost as much as he liked to play. Took advantage of that Edward did not really like women, ordering that were holding, licking and caressing to Riza.

Sure, she was not quejando.

was fascinating to see him take off his gloves. While Ed's mouth distracted, it was quite chaotic, as it should be, see Roy dropping their guard was even more exciting. Took off the cloth with trembling hands, his face full of burning half and half nervous. He approached her and she could smell his cologne, felt the kiss pressed between your neck and shoulder. I did not want anything with her that night.

tube out from between the mattress and the headboard of the bed, and Edward did not notice. A big sigh of abandonment when Edward settled, landing on her stomach and pressing his cold fingers on her soft skin automail. There was something in the automail, which frightened and intrigued the same way.

An eye cabbagehazel or Hawkeye opened and he moaned. View was perfect. Roy's fingers slid in Edward, first resistance and then easily. Edward moaned about it, his tongue entering her or licking her clitoris. It made her more open legs, hips lifting over so he could touch her.

For someone who does not like women, Edward Elric could really give a woman the best oral sex he had ever had. It was perfect, that meant to please please Roy. They had this kind of agreement. For every stroke to give him with his tongue, Roy played it. For each suck or bite loving, Roy pressed inside. And once she reached orgasm, after long hours of torture for Edward Elric,

Older Telestar Telescopes By Meade 14 Pawns

Pawns: Pawns
Author: velvet_mace
Disclaimer: I do not belong or Fullmetal Alchemist or this fic.
Raiting: PG-13 Pairing
: AlxWinry RoyxEd
Beta-reader: ekhary and Paula Ikari
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Pawns: Pawns
Chapter 14 EXHIBITS
the military, but now even civilians had. If someone wanted to take a train entering or leaving Central, should be ready to present their papers, or wait in a long line to have them give. Pinako might have hoped that his in Rizenbul, where rows would supposedly shorter. The guard nodded and made a call. A few minutes later, Al appeared on the front door. Rushed and hugged him. He came and caught her mouth in a passionate kiss, but she was separated. "Not in front of them," he hissed.

Al raised an eyebrow and one corner of his lips.

She gave him a nudge. "You're an exhibitionist, right?" accused him. "I bet you miss the hearing." CHT
MLXC When he looked up in a sample of false innocence. "Ya, ya." He moved closer. "Did you bring?" Whispered in his ear.

"In my pocket."

For a second, Al looked surprised, but then nodded. Oh, you meant. "You'll see." The

stopped at the door. Winry sighed. When he had been warned, so I was so upset when the guard asked him to remove his coat and lifted her arms. The recorded quickly and, to their shame, checked the pockets of his coat. He took the packet of condoms, looked, looked at Al, and smiled back.

"You can go, have fun." And winked.

"There are no secrets here, right?" he said trying to clear the sé? "

" What are you going to street! "said staring at the walls.

" You're not funny. "

" exhibitionist. "he murmured, and covered the mouth of Al so he would not answer.

More Later, they attended another matter. Winry put his winter coat on the desktop and looked for something useful. He found a letter in a drawer open. It was not the best, but it would be enough. With a little finesse and some muscle, put white portion between the stitches of the seams near the arm. He opened a new and enlarged hole until he could get his hand. He put his whole arm through the fabric until it reached a small canvas bag. He took it and pulled it out, after put his hand again, and took another and another and another.

When approached him from behind, and passed his arms under hers, lacing his fingers in his chest and kissing her behind the neck and on her bare shoulder.

Winry tried to ignore it. He quickly opened the bags. A common pair of pliers, a needle-tipped, a screwdriver and a few keys. All well-ordered. The closed again. "Do you have a place to put that?"

"Mmm hmm."

He approached the bed and showed him a small tear on one side of the mattress. Put the tools in the hole. Then, Al picked up a paper with an alchemical circle. Shone, and play the hole, disappeared as if never done so. Turned down the sheets.

did the same with his coat. It looked.

But it was Ed Hmmm. Perhaps it was a good idea. "Ed would still be jealous of them? Sometimes When I was not sure who was more resentful Ed, Al and Winry rob, or steal Winry and Al But it was so immature. Winry was right. Ed only had to adjust. After show off their relationship to the whole damn army, it seemed stupid trying to pretend that there was with his brother.

And I hated all those secrets that divided them. I hated the distance that somehow had grown between them. It had started with Ed research trips, when the separation was inevitable, but the closeness was there every time his brother returned. But now, working side by side withyear, he thought Al What have you been doing?

guards Ed released his arm and entered the room with a grunt.
"Are you okay?" Al asked

"Roy left. never returned to the cell. I've been trying to tell me these bastards did to her but do not say boo."

"I'm sure it's okay." said Al, without knowing anything about it, but Ed could do stupid things if he continued in that state. "You can take care of itself. And we do not."

His brother looked at him strangely.

Al knew the plan had to know, and it was already underway. But suddenly he realized that Ed did not know. The fact that Ed did not know it meant that Roy thought that he could nottell me why you're bad? "Ed looked

immediately and thought." Why did you enlist? "

" I did it to save Winry. "

Ed blinked.

" They were going to send the front. Probably the most dangerous front they have, or at least that was what made me feel. I was told that if he signed, they would work in Central. And I did and gave it. "

" know how I would feel if you signed, "said Ed

" Yes, but was let you down or let it die. Tell me, what would you choose? "

Ed looked bad and turned his head." The had chosen her, of course. But Al, Why do not you tell me a few days ago? You know Roy tortured by our little fight? DiHowever, real torture, not just a slap in the face.
Al
mouth felt dry. "They did WHAT?"

"Midnight Talk about it. It seems it was his idea." "That's sick." "I say screw them," said Ed "I'm not going to keep working on this project. I will not do anything for that bastard. And if you think you can bite my ass."

"You can not." Al whispered "I need your help." Looked desperately to animal cages. "You're better than me doing new circles. I mean, I go. I know I get, but there is something wrong with what I have. I need you to tell me what it is!"

But Ed closed his eyes and shook his head. "Nope. The Alchemist is on strike." CHTMLX
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cer sensual feeling someone else's skin beneath his fingers and hear her breathing. Ed perfect fit for him. Worth much, much worth the pain I had spent the previous day.
The room lights were turned on full, signaling the beginning of the day. Roy even felt a little disappointed that they had to go to work in about an hour. It would be nice to convince Ed to start a second round of exploration, but the breakfast was coming, and neither of us had eaten dinner. Ed stretched. Stiffened and turned to face him, surprised. Then, recalling his expression softened. Roy came face to hers in a kiss a little forward, suggesting that it would not need mucwork, but it was neither. Instead, the Gross entered the room. Red lips formed a grimace of reproach. Roy knew it was time to pay the price of privacy that had been stolen momentary. His face was neutral, but inside, his mind working at full steam. Do something, do something. But do not think of anything. "Mustang," he growled. "Come."

Roy opened his mouth, but Ed spoke first. "He did not. I was. If you are going to punish someone, it is to me."

Brute barely saw him with a look of contempt. Then he turned to see Roy, impatient. "Come." Ed he stood between the two. "I said it was MY FAULT!" see him confrontI was so absurd that Roy would have laughed if the situation were not so serious. Ed not reached or the armpits and looked like a street child compared with that solid wall of flesh. Of course appearances are deceiving. With or without arms, with or without alchemy, Ed could probably pull the GDP. But I could not finish all the guards gathered outside the room. No reason to take out Ed project itself. Roy needed to make the project a success. If I had tortured Ed "Ed," Roy said quietly. And Ed turned around, praying, not again, eyes. "I'll be fine," Roy said. "We're just going to talk." He asked God that was all that would happen. But if it were not ... CHTon in the small cell with a single bed, a sink, a toilet and nothing else. No books, no desk, no job or company. Neither Ed nor Al, not plotting anything. Nothing to expect but pure and utter boredom. Nothing but a small window and sunlight by drawing his way through the wall. "Welcome home," said Gross. "See you in a few weeks." The door shut with a loud noise. AROS Winry bit her lip and thought his words carefully. She dared not write much, if the letter was intercepted, but if I wrote very little, Grandma Pinako not know what to do. Wanted to have the clarity of Mustang. As much as bothered (a mucban that clear. And she saw were only officers and those who had a wealthy family to pay their bills. Many more returned without any member just give them crutches and your last payment, and allowed to return home on their own. And the war was so stupid - for absolutely nothing. Insults. Territory. Power. This Fuhrer knew nothing of subtlety or negotiation. Nothing short of brute force or dirty plans. Mustang could not imagine even considering the idea of capturing conscripts to fill the ranks of the army. I could not imagine these wars begin in the first place. So, spring, here I thought Winry. He finished the letter, the hill and put his stamp on the envelope. He leanedor down the hall. There was always a guard at somewhere in the building, watching who came and went. I could not send this letter on your own, watched it too, but there was no way that the laboratory. 5, the monitor at all.

walked down the hallway looking in all the not-so-private room until he saw one of her friends. "Angie!" called. "Hello, girl!" The dark woman smiled broadly.

"Do me a big big big big favor and take one of your cases." Winry put his best puppy eyes and put his hands on the cheeks, the letter between them.
"Mmm ..." Angie said. "I do not know. What is it?"
"Just send a letter for me."

Angie laughed. "Girl, erethe laboratory and found to Ed alone. He looked around the room, thinking maybe he had not seen Roy because of some furniture. He turned to Ed, who sat on the desk with a dejected expression on his face "Where is Mustang?" He asked.

"Talking to some guy," said Ed "I hate this place. These people have no decency."

The thought of his escort, at work and the overall situation, and she could only nod. "Nothing to do about it," he said, clearing his throat.
Ed dutifully looked at the hands of his brother.


MF "right?


Some confusion and then understood. MF was the pet name of Al to Roy. No.



Whatto when he spoke. Something had happened after they were gone, something that Ed would not talk.
I suppose it must be
. Al thought
We keep secrets from each other. Who would have thought we would come to this


Roy did not that day, nor Midnight. In the end, Al was left with a sick feeling in my stomach, wondering when the ax would fall on their heads.



THINGS COME DOWN



Midnight covered her face with her hands, hating as he felt his face unshaven. Needed to take his clothes to the laundry. Need to eat. Needed a bath. And DAMN did not have time to do anything about it.
tions right. "The Elric should be sufficient - but was worried by Ed Midnight Mustang was the only thing that kept at bay Ed. I had to find a new way to secure the cooperation of the child.
Damn, I had no time for this.
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