Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ An invitation you cant resist ❯ Realisations... ( Chapter 6 )

I know that the times are around 1914 was it? Something like that, I really don't know. And I don't know anything about that time in history anywhere, I'm more of an ancient history person so if I put things in that are completely not made in that time I apologise cause I don't know any better. And…I think there may a bit of OOCness in this…I'm not sure…tell me if there is, I'm not sure if I'm putting them more out of character as the story progresses…I know there is a bit with Mustang, because I'm obsessed with the idea of him being a neat freak, lol.

 

Ed looked upon the leader of the Hillers. The gay group that Ed and Mustang had been ordered to infiltrate. Ed thought that Jake looked a lot more handsome in real life…

“You got a problem?” Mustang asked. Ed raised an eyebrow. They were supposed to be infiltrating the group, not pissing them off.

“You looking for someone?” Jake asked. Mustang grinned. Ed decided to stay out of it; he really wasn't sure what the hell was going on. Mustang seemed to.

“I might be” he replied.

“Lets cut to the chase, you and your little friend looking for the Hillers? No one kisses around here like that unless you want us”

Ed went to attack the man for the little comment but Mustang tightened his hold around his waist and shot him a `back off' glare. He scowled and looked away. Jake chuckled, mistaking it for a lovers spat, not knowing how close to ouch he had been.

“We are, what's it to you?” Jake held out his hand.

“Names Jake Alist, I'm the Leader, pleasure to meet you” Mustang stared at it for a few moments before taking it in his hand.

“Roy Isle” he replied. Jake smiled at him.

“And who's your lover?” Mustang wasn't sure that he liked the way Jake was looking at Ed. Apparently Ed didn't like the way he was talking about him.

“My name is Edward Bascal. Don't you forget it you bastard!” Ed snapped. Mustang gave him another hard look. He ignored the twinge at hearing Ed refer to someone else as a bastard. He had always taken it for granted as his own personal insult. He thought that the insult might annoy Jake. But Jake only smiled.

“Pleasure to meet you Edward. Shall we go?” Mustang nodded curtly and grabbed Ed's hand before pulling him along. Ed glared at him but stopped when Mustang gave him another hard look. Rolling his eyes he sighed and walked beside Mustang, refusing to be led like a dog. Mustang didn't spare him another glance. Their anger at each other went up a level. If Jake noticed the tension between the two he ignored it or politely said nothing. Both Ed and Mustang ignored the nice feeling of the warmth of each other's hand, refusing to think of it as anything other than necessary.

Jake led them to a small car park where two vehicles were parked. Two jeeps.

“Climb aboard gentleman” he said as he hopped into one, on the drivers seat. Ed and Mustang followed suit, seating themselves behind him, on either side of they seat. Mustang almost wished he had his gloves on so he could torch Ed. Yeah; they were doing a real good job at acting like lovers.

“Get used to the desert boys, cause that's where we're goin',” Jake said as he revved the engine and took off. Ed and Mustang shared a glance. The military hadn't been able to locate the exact point of target as the base, which was partly the reason Ed and Mustang were on this mission but if it was actually all the way out in the desert…if Ed and Mustang were caught they were dead. They had no way of escape and nothing to use as communication for reinforcements or any military personnel. Ed just shrugged and looked out at the landscape. Mustang could have throttled him, wishing for the second time in less than five minutes that he had his gloves on; he had them packed in his suitcase for emergencies. The kid didn't have a brain. Shaking his head and thanking himself that he had enough sense to bring more than three pairs of gloves - though he wasn't sure whether for Ed's sake that was a good thing - he looked out onto the landscape also, not that there was much to look at. He settled into his seat and began by memorizing exactly where they were heading, so that if the need came, they could return on their own.

 

Four hours later they spotted some buildings far off. Mustang could have cursed his luck. Being in the desert was bad enough but this far out was impossible. Ed still refused to look at him. Even when Mustang tapped him on the shoulder, he just turned further away.

“You're acting like a spoilt brat Edward” Mustang hissed, unable to keep his mouth shut any longer. But boy could Ed piss him off.

“Get over it asshole” came the reply. Ed hadn't even bothered to face him. The chuckle from the front seat only fuelled Mustangs anger and he barely contained himself from murdering them both. Where did Edward get off anyway? He wanted to kiss Mustang just as badly, so what if he had misconceptions about Mustangs feelings? That was Ed's problem, not his. Somewhere in the recesses of his brain he knew that he was also acting like a spoilt brat but so what? If Ed could get away with it, why couldn't he? He sighed, resigning himself to having to act like the adult.

They all piled out of the jeep in an orderly fashion and Mustang promptly took Ed's hand in his. Ed scowled at him but Mustang only smiled and quickly, lightly kissed him on the lips. Ed's eyes widened and he stared at Mustang. Mustang moved his mouth to Ed's ear, gentling tugging on the lobe with his teeth.

“Lovers Ed, don't forget it” Ed shivered at the feel of Mustangs breath. Mustang smirked, forced himself to let go of Eds ear instead of start sucking on it like he wanted to and pulled back to find Jake watching them with a strange smile on his face.

“Hmmm, you guys are acting more like a couple than anyone we've met for a while” Mustang's face almost tightened but he stopped before he could.

“What do you mean?” Ed asked before Mustang could.

“No ones taken here Ed” he said. Mustang could have sworn there was double meaning in his words. His hand tightened around Ed's. Ed didn't bother looking at him, though wondering about the action.

“Meaning?” Mustang almost bit out. Jake smirked.

“Meaning no ones faithful. We have a lot of fun. I'm sure you will too”

“We're a couple in a serious relationship. We aren't here to have fun,” Mustang said. Ed glanced at him as if he was surprised. And he was. This was Mustangs chance to get out of having to play the lovers game. They were in; they didn't need to pretend any more. Everyone assumed they were gay; they didn't need to convince anyone anymore.

Jake only laughed and began walking. Mustang followed stiffly, dragging Ed behind him again. Ed was so lost in his confused thoughts that he obeyed like a sheep. Mustang was so mad that he didn't even notice. Only the warmth of Ed's hand in his was an indication that Ed was indeed behind him.

 

 

Ed sighed and flopped back onto their double bed. Mustang glanced at him from the desk he was currently sitting at, writing something down.

“You're a moron” Ed spat out, though it was half-hearted. He was dead tired.

“So you keep telling me. Take your boots off if you're getting on the bed” Ed rolled his eyes and didn't move. Duh, he was already on the bed.

“Did you want me to do it for you?” Mustang threatened. Ed quickly began to remove his boots. Mustang smirked satisfactorily.

“Since when did you become the house maid anyway? You're so lazy at the office, I'd thought you'd be a slob”

“I'm not lazy Edward” Ed threw his boots on the floor near the old fashioned wardrobe that contained his suitcase. He hadn't unpacked his clothes into it yet. Mustang's clothes were neatly folded into the set of drawers in the room and his suitcase was leaning against the desk as if it belonged there. Neat freak.

“Would you stop calling me that!?” Ed almost yelled. What had he told Mustang about his name? Couldn't the bastard just listen for once?

“I believe you're the one who insulted me first”

“Saying my name isn't an insult. It just pisses me off when it comes out of your mouth”

“That tempting ha?” Mustang said with a raised eyebrow. Ed's forehead creased. He didn't get it, what was Mustang on about?

“Just don't, or I just might have to hurt you!” Mustang didn't reply, still writing.

“I didn't finish what I was saying before anyway! About you being a moron! Why the hell did you keep the stupid lovers game going!? Now we're stuck in here with one bed”

“I'm sure you'll keep me warm,” Mustang murmured, not really listening. Ed stared at him for a second, gaping. Then he dismissed the words as he figured that Mustang wasn't being serious.

“Don't be a bastard! We could have gotten out of this stupid mess, all you had to do was say that we weren't in a serious relationship”

“Yes Edward” Mustang murmured, not even sure what the kid had said, hoping that he wasn't agreeing to something stupid.

“What the hell are you doing!?” Ed cried, realising that Mustang wasn't even listening to him. Mustang sighed and put his pen down.

“Unlike you, I'm actually doing what we came here to do. And don't just leave your boots there” Ed rolled his eyes. Like his boots were the most important thing at the moment.

“I don't care about my stupid boots, I wanna know what you're doing”

“I'm writing out the map layer of the base”

“In words?” Ed questioned, confused. Mustang sighed. Ed wasn't the only tired one.

“Yes Edward, in words. I'm not the world's greatest drawer, so its just easier if I write down the measurements and placements of each building in writing. It's not that hard to understand without a picture”

“Let me see” Ed demanded, wondering how it could be done. Maps weren't that hard to draw. Mustang couldn't be that bad…could he?

“No. Go to bed”

“Don't tell me what to do” Ed said, getting off the bed and walking to stand beside Mustang. On the paper there was the name of each building, where they were aligned, by exact degrees when aligning a compass north and the measurements for each building. It was apparent he had just started on the interior of each building and what they contained, ranging from furniture to weaponry to supplies.

“You got all that from the tour?” Ed asked, amazed.

“It's called training. You have something other than that to wear to bed don't you?”

“Will you teach me?” Ed asked, ignoring the question.

“What?” Mustang asked, surprised.

“Isn't it dangerous to have that lying around?”

“I'm not exactly going to leave it where someone can just happen upon it. And stop ignoring my questions” Ed just rolled his eyes again and flopped back onto the bed.

Mustang went back to writing.

“You're tired too aren't you?” Ed asked, noticing the strain in Mustangs shoulders, the way he was sitting. Mustang didn't answer him, just kept writing with a look of real concentration on his face, like it was hard.

“Why don't you do that tomorrow?”

“Edward! Would you shut up!?” Mustang cried out in exasperation. Ed didn't answer him, just laid his head back on the pillows.

“Don't stay up too late…” he mumbled before closing his eyes. Mustang glanced at him in surprise. Then went back to writing.

 

 

Ed clenched his shut eyes. Someone was calling his name. He tried to stay in the sleep like state, in the dream world. He tried not to notice the signs of him awakening.

“Edward” He heard his name again. Resigning himself to the fact that he was awake and he was going to murder whoever had woken him he opened his eyes slowly.

“Ed, wake up. You can't sleep in your clothes” A concerned looked Mustang was hovering above him. Ed gave a cry and half sat up, moving away a little. Mustang smirked at him. Ed glared.

“What do you want bastard?” he asked, trying to wake up properly.

“I want you to change before you get under the covers” Ed looked around. He was lying atop the wrinkled covers, fully clothed and it was dark. It would have been pitch black except for the candles on the two bedside tables. Ed couldn't believe it when they had told him that their source of light was candles.

“Change?” Mustang looked at him as if he was stupid.

“Your clothes. I know for a fact we packed some boxers. If you want I can lend you a shirt if you get cold”

Ed was taken aback at the strange kindness coming from the Colonel and all he could think of to say was a mumbled “uh…thanks”

He got up off the bed and ventured over to the wardrobe. He opened it and opened his suitcase and messed up all his clothes whilst looking for a pair of boxers. Most of his clothes were strewn all over the bottom of the wardrobe. There were coat hangers to accommodate his clothes; he just hadn't gotten around to doing all that yet and now was hardly the time. When he found them he jumped up straight and then faltered. Where was he going to get changed? There was no way in hell he was getting naked around the Colonel.

Mustang chuckled as he realised why Ed was standing there with a stricken look on his face.

“Despite their lack of lighting they have surprisingly good plumbing facilities. There's a bathroom through that door. Take a candle with you”

“Why would they…”

“I'm guessing that this building wasn't built for them. They must have taken it over. It could be quite possible they just haven't gotten around to looking at all the wiring through each building”

“Like an old military base?”

“Could be. I haven't checked it thoroughly yet” Ed thought back on that piece of paper Mustang was writing and wondered what thoroughly meant.

“Right…” Ed picked up a candle and disappeared through the door.

When Ed emerged Mustang was closing his clothes chest. Then he took the candle from Ed and disappeared into the bathroom himself. It barely registered to Ed that Mustang was holding clothes. All he could think of was the hand that had taken the candle from him…so masculine, a hand that held his only hours before…wanting them to hold him again, wanting them to touch him like they had on the train…he shook his head. What the hell was he thinking? Wasn't he the one who had made the hands off rule?

As he passed the wardrobe on his way to the bed he peeked into it. All his clothes were neatly hanging on the coat hangers. He shook his head in wonder as he slipped beneath the covers. He was seeing a whole new side of Mustang on this trip, and the bad thing was he wasn't sure he didn't like it…

Mustang emerged a few minutes later holding the clothing he had been wearing and Ed's leather pants, tank top and red jacket. He didn't even comment on Ed's lack of tidiness, as if he had already gotten used to the fact that Ed left things everywhere.

As Mustang slipped underneath the covers beside him it suddenly dawned on Ed that he would be sharing a bed with Roy Mustang…images of them kissing on the train flooded through his mind and he blushed. He tried to push the images away but it was hard with the actual Mustang beside him. He could feel his body heat, his breathing. Mustang turned on his side, his back to Ed. The mattress shook a little from the movement. Ed tried to keep his breathing even. This was going to be a long night…

 

And that's chapter six. I'm really horrible when it comes to updating so I apologise in advance. I'm fairly sure that this isn't a cliff-hanger so I'm happy. I'm going to try and not give too many cliffhangers because of how long it takes me to update. Reviews would be really good; they'll definitely motivate me to write faster. I hope this chapter wasn't too short…and I hope Roy and Ed weren't too OOC. (Out of character)