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Arrogant Surrender

Chapter Three

One Desire Sacrifice

 

- mirage -

 

 

“Am I to believe you actually lost control of your own men?” The Brigadier sneered glaring daggers at him. “This is so ridiculously petty Mustang. You know what this mission means for us. For the state. On the battlefield without control. Why bother sending a colonel up here!?” The man yelled throwing a hand at him, gesturing at his title and badge where he stood before the man's desk.

 

“Why bother sending a Brigadier.” Ed muttered standing stiffly a foot behind him to the right, but the man heard. The Brigadier's face became hot and the man was on his feet instantly.

 

“And you.” The man sneered skirting his desk to Fullmetal who stood tall. “What do you have to say for yourself Elric? That was some performance you pulled out there.” The man grunt

stopping before the boy like a beast before its prey. The man's chest came out like a rooster, the eyes set back and firmly glaring down. “You better pray the reports come in and pull you out of this hole you've dug.” The man snarled. “And even if, if you're lucky enough that it does, you'll still have me to deal with.” The man chuckled in his throat. “Mustang may feel his glare is enough, but I don't.” The Brigadier turned his back to Ed. “I'll see you later to discuss him.”

 

“Shall I wait in my kennel?” Ed sneered but moments after the boy's words the Brigadier slapped the boy's face so hard he thought the skin would split.

 

“You are in the presence of two superior officers Elric.” The Brigadier informed quietly watching the boy hiss in his breath face whirled to the side growing fat. “Remember your place.” The man spit before moving back to his desk. He gave a bow with this and left, heading

past Fullmetal who was still composing himself and out into the mud. It was no secret the three of them were in the man's tent for the aftermath of Ed's performance. Appropriately a collection of soldiers were lingering about trying to act inconspicuous. He sent dark eyes to all of them, sweeping their faces for anyone he wanted before heading to his tent. He wanted those reports as bad as the Brigadier. He wanted to make sure it said casualties zero, so he could help save the boy, instead of burry him.

 

As he was informed the tremor Ed sent out caused too much destruction to accurately compile a report until tomorrow afternoon. Since their infiltration had happened late in the day, the night black out made it impossible to continue clean up and accounting until sun up. Hawkeye informed him she'd do what she could, and he authorized her to lead in his absence. He felt confident he'd know what they were dealing with if not an hour, than at least minutes before the Brigadier. In retrospect that was ridiculous, but at least he'd know first and could help come up with something if the outcome was poor. This was to be the mission the state could use in their reports. Their combative approach toward the argument alchemists were the secret weapon used as a trump card. They were going to stay state alchemists weren't always used. They were

going to say they weren't even used when necessary on the battle field. They were going to make a statement by taking and clearing this town without the use of alchemy, while holding

state alchemists on the field, and within missions to prove a point. They could not have alchemy used, and could not have casualties from it. Edwards small act of defiance, was going

to tickle even the highest of the high, and bring that boy an iron fist that would do more than slap him.

 

When night fell, and dinner was eaten he retreat to his tent to regroup and think. Alone at his desk with the flap open to the small fire he had out front a shadow slid in and replaced itself with Edward. The boy stood silently at his threshold adorned in military pants and a cotton shirt. “You-” He stopped dead when two soldiers followed the boy and stood along side of him. They didn't speak to him, and Edward didn't acknowledge them, but he noticed the weapons in their hands and the way they felt appropriate standing behind the boy. “Dismissed.” He spoke holding a hand up, and they nod before backing out allowing Ed to grimace the way the boy wanted to in their presence. “So.” He began linking his hands below his chin. “He put men on you.” He state the obvious and Ed made that grimace a bitter grin for him. “Smart.”

 

“A nuisance.” Ed snapped heading in and sinking into his bed exhausted. He stood examining the boy. Ed had not changed his pants and so they were still sandy, the boots dirty. The boy had however changed his shirt, and now wore a light fitted cotton. It was white, only a few buttons, and Ed left the top three buttons open. “There is still no news on my brother.” Ed confessed to the ground rubbing at his face. “None.”

 

“Worrying will do you no good.” He said and Ed snort. As if there were another choice, or a choice to begin with. Silently he walked to the tent flap and pulled the tie so it closed.

 

“He volunteered for Havoc's mission.” Ed grumbled to himself. “Idiot.” The boy add under his breath. “Wants to be a soldier.” Ed said looking up, laughing these words out as though it were a joke. “Should be an alchemist.” Ed muttered looking up as he came to a stop in front of him with a wet cloth.

 

“You're cheek.” He drew his thumb over the red puff of skin before laying the cloth against it.

 

“I wasn't expecting a slap.” Ed admit quietly. “I felt embarrassed.” He smiled staring into golden eyes while holding the cloth to the soft face. “Like a girl.” Ed elaborate and he bent down slowly and laid a chaste kiss on the boy's mouth.

 

“I am glad it was a slap.” Standing he coax Ed to lay in hopes to calm him. “How is your back?”

 

“Painful.”

 

“Do you have sufficient medication?”

 

“Sorta.”

 

“What do you need?” He asked studying Ed's expression but the boy was silent staring up at him. “Morphine?” He asked. “600, 200 milligrams?” He asked and Ed blinked slowly before raising his hand up and laying it over his.

 

“You.” Ed whispered, and he was silent. Together they were silent and time slipped by before Ed cracked a smile. “I need a bath too.” Ed chuckled as though that were funny and

he rose back to his feet and turned to his tub. His personal tent was rather large for their surroundings and he was able to have his bed on the left, desk in the middle, and his tub, and washstand permanently on the right.

 

“I'll get warm water.” He said turning to the boy. “You stay put.” He ordered pointing firmly and Ed gave him a sly grin and watched him leave. Two buckets of warm water would be sufficient. He add them to the partially filled tub and start the small flame beneath the metal bottom. Ed was topless and opening his pants by this point.

 

“How long have the men been on you?” He asked watching the boy bend over and push his pants to his ankles. The military briefs the boy was granted did justice in the front, but the back contested to the flat nothing that was Edward Elric's butt.

 

“Since the slap.”

 

“Are they nosy?” He asked.

 

“Lazy.” Ed sighed heading to him in his briefs and dipping a hand in. “I made friends, so they're tolerable. Really I planned on getting them drunk and slipping out to find Alphonse tonight.” Ed spoke into the water running his hand from side to side in the dark metal basin before looking up at his quiet expression. “Now I am here with you.” Ed whispered and he grunt.

 

“I'll do your back.” He said pulling off his dress shirt as Ed climbed in. The boy feigned modesty completely and tossed the briefs toward his heap of clothes before swinging a leg over and sinking in. The basin was small and Ed stretched out aware the space would not last. The

moisture could already be felt growing in his tent and adding a sultry feel to the orange glow leaking in from outside flames. The room was given a tea color of heat as the fire was dilute the burlap color into the air.

 

“Tomorrow we'll begin what we started.” He said climbing into the tub to face the boy and his own modesty was slight with Ed. Edward's personal comfort level was high and touched every scar, piece of metal and private tissue. Combined with the familiarity between them, he sat down facing the boy. To make room Ed kept his knees up, arms resting on either side of him on the tub walls.

 

“With daylight?”

 

“Of course.” He answered pulling a washcloth in and tossing one to the boy. “He'll be top priority.” He informed washing down his arms as Ed scrubbed his chest. “I've already told Hawkeye, and Alphonse is liked among the soldiers.” Ed continued washing in deep thought through his words. “For the night, lets see if we can think of something else.”

“I felt restless in my tent.” Ed informed washing his legs with long rubs. “With his empty mattress and, I couldn't stand to think...” Ed trailed and he was silent. There were sensitive subjects this event was ever so gently brushing about. “What will happen to me...what are the con...what is weighing on this mission?” Ed asked looking up. He was paying close attention because the boy's reconstruction was out of character. Edward was a precise person, and knew at all times what he wanted, and what he wished to say.

 

“Are you indecisive about something?” Fully scrubbed he let his washcloth sink to the bottom before scooting to the boy. “Something you want to tell me?” He asked and Ed was silent. “Or need to talk about?” He encouraged, but Ed pierced his lips before looking away.

 

“I want to fuck tonight.” Ed whispered staring at the flickering tent flap. He was surprised. “I want...you to do something while you do it.”

 

“Alright.” He replied after a moment sliding his hand onto the boy's, but Ed left his slack and failed to respond. “What?” He asked watching Ed shift a bit before his eyes came to the water and stared down at himself.

 

“Hold me.” Ed confessed before looking up at his silence.

 

“Of course.” He answered feeling relief. He hate to admit it, but the hesitant way in which Ed was communicating made him nervous. Head on he could take anything, but manipulation was a scary game.

 

“Hold me down.” Ed elaborate. “I won't struggle. But I want you to hold me anyway.” Ed said. “As if I were going to.” Ed informed and he sat back unable to keep the frown of confusion

from his face. The feeling of reluctance, this request was abnormal, and considering Edward's prior injuries... “And cover my mouth.” Ed add slowly, as though the boy were just waiting to see how he'd stomach the building situation.

 

“Hm.” He grunt bringing his hand to his mouth and tracing his lips shaking his head slowly. This was disturbing, he didn't want to. Something was wrong, and the way Ed was staring at

him, waiting for the response so eagerly, equally disturbing. “Should I whip you while I am at it too?” He asked bitterly, but Ed's eyes flared.

 

“What the hell do you mean by that?” Ed demand leaning forward angry. The boy's eyes were glaring daggers before getting to his feet. “That's a shitty thing to say to me, you can be such a

cold hearted ass hole.” Ed scowled getting out and he watched the boy move. A mad skinny little naked blonde.

 

“You don't think what you just asked me is weird?”

 

“What?” Ed snapped tugging his briefs up before turning to him.

 

“Weird? You don't think it's weird?” He asked watching the boy walk to his bed and lay down.

 

“If you've got someone else to lay then by all means.” Ed muttered resting in his bed gesturing to the door. “Go see what they want you to do.” Ed add bitterly and he climbed out dripping and reached for his towel.

 

“I don't understand why you don't dry off sometimes.” He growled looking at the glistening boy dampening his sheets.

 

“I'll dry fine.” Ed snapped mad. “Don't change the subject.” Ed add eyeing him as he walked over ruffling his hair. “Because of my injury make sure you get cock happy when I am

on my stomach.” Ed continued irritably. His advance even while slow seemed to make the boy uncomfortable. Ed was scrawny where he lay staring up, before simultaneously he climbed on and Ed reached up and their lips met hard. They were frenching quickly and Ed opened his legs and he fit between. He blanketed the boy with himself and held Ed to him loving what he could

touch. Rubbing his hands down the boy's skin and into his hair. Ed was hanging on tight and grabbing at him hungrily before arching his hips up. “I don't want foreplay.” Ed pant when they pulled apart.

 

“What?” He huffed. Ed seemed to be enjoying it, but cut it short. He could feel the boy wanted it. He wanted it, but Ed was ending it.

 

“I just want to do it.” Ed explained and he made a face. “Please.” Ed add quietly and the guarded way in which the boy used this word place sincerity to the request. It made the situation heavy and stressful.

 

“Ed” He did not feel comfortable.

 

“Then do what I asked, like this.” Ed cut him off speaking quietly. The boy ran a hand down his face trying to comfort him before anger returned. “But before you go all colon cowboy remember....” Ed frowned bringing a finger to his face. “Stomach.” Ed ordered and he nod easing up a bit and looking down at the boy. Ed seemed willing but it was odd to hold the boy

down. An odd request, an odd act, and he felt out of sorts considering, never mind complying and going through with it.

 

“Why do you want to do this?” He asked kneeling over the boy and Ed was silent before rolling over slowly.

 

“Will you do this for me?” Ed whispered resting on his pillow staring at the tub. “It's important to me Roy.” He crouched down and smelled the boy's hair before sliding a hand up the soft back and into his neck. “No.” Ed muttered shaking his hand off.

 

“You just want to fuck?” He asked sitting back up. “Nothing? No affection?” He asked irritated.

 

“Yes.” Ed answered reaching down and getting his briefs off. “For tonight. I just want to do it, and you need to hold me and cover my mouth. Ok?” Ed asked naked now and resting on his side to look up at him. “It's important to me. Please. Just this once.” Ed asked seriously before cracking a smile. “I'll make it up to you somehow. Suck your balls or something.” Ed chuckled rolling back to his stomach and he sighed with the damp bandages staring at him. Gently he laid his hands on Ed's damp shoulders trying to shake the butterflies away. “It's ok.” Ed whispered smiling softly, and the boy's voice made it better. The smile made him feel as if he could, and he slid his hand further and covered the boy's mouth. Ed complied with him and helped raise to his knees. When he hesitate then the boy gave the palm over his mouth a kiss and he pulled the boy's automail up and rest it on his lower back before adding his flesh hand.

 

Ed was silent when he began lubing the boy, gently as always. With his hand resting on Ed's lower back he used enough oil the boy's ass glistened in the light before oiling himself and bringing them together. He angled enough his tip sat in the boy before reaching to his hands

and holding them tight. “If this is not ok. Tell me now.” He whispered kneeling behind Ed and hanging on to his arms, covering his mouth. “Ed. Don't you dare help me make a mistake.” He hissed but Ed was silent, and after a minute he yanked the arms back and thrust in. Ed grunt with the rough entrance, but as the boy said he didn't struggle. It was the most one sided sex they'd ever had, and Ed lay where he was held as he pumped. It was easy for him to get in deep and just get lost in the sensation without the boy participating. In a way, this was no better than a hand job and after a minute he forgot his present self with the boy, and felt only his dick before he came. Then his eyes opened and Ed was there again, bent over and secured with his cock deep inside. Catching his breath and staring down he felt the need to apologize. If not for Ed's pride he would have, and after thirty seconds he pulled back and watched the boy shift his legs a bit not wanting to be so exposed any longer. “Should I let go?” He asked gently relaxing his fingers and Ed took his arms and brought his hands to his face. “Jesus Christ Ed.” He sneered watching the boy sniffle before wiping at his eyes. “What did I say in the beginning.” He hissed getting up and walking to the tub. He cleaned himself and brought the boy a cloth, but Ed was sobbing by his return. “It's ok.” He whispered petting the boy's head and climbing in behind him. Some of the cum on Ed's ass smeared back onto him but he took the boy and all his mess in his arms. “Ed, it's ok. You need someone to talk to and we'll get that for you.” He whispered stroking the boy's crying shoulder gently.

 

“I am sorry.” Ed whispered barely audible.

 

“What happened was outside of your control.” He hushed wrapping the boy tight in his arms and resting his head on Ed's shoulder. His mouth lay behind the boy's ear and Ed's chest was jumping in his arms. “It doesn't mean you're weak. You could have fought me off.” He offered.

 

“I am sorry.” Ed repeat and he was confused.

 

“What are you sorry....for.” He trailed feeling the sting in his arm and Ed rolled over staring him in the eye.

 

“It won't hurt you.” Ed muttered pulling the needle back and he felt his body slip away from his grasp becoming too tired to control. “You'll understand I had to.” Ed spoke kissing him gently and he couldn't even conjure up anger. He was nothing. “Don't be mad.” Ed sniffled getting up, and suddenly the boy was standing over his bed, still half wet and crying. “I am going to need your help later.” Ed spoke bending down to his face. “And you're going to have to remember all the good things I've done to do it.” Ed hissed before rushing for his clothes. With his eyes half open, unable to even speak he watched the boy dress quickly and shoot out the back of his tent instead of the front.

 

When he came to he found the anger he needed alongside the reports he didn't want. Edward had been logged as missing, and he changed the story from sleeping with the boy and drugs, to a blunt swing to the head.

 

“You've had your head addressed?” The Brigadier asked moving to sit across from him and examine the terrain maps.

 

“Of course.” He answered simply before reaching forward and resting a finger on the small blue triangle upon the map. “I suggest we enter here, and continue sweeping the city forward. We'll find Fullmetal in the process, but I don't want to disrupt anymore of the mission due to one man's demons.” He suggest, but the Brigadier only chuckled.

 

“I've already arranged a collection of men and sent them in after him. As soon as it was reported to me I took action.” He pulled his hand back from the triangle slowly. “Mustang.” The man cleared his throat and sent an eye to the tent door to verify their isolation. “Why are you soft with Fullmetal?” He was quiet. “Hm? I know you are a stronger colonel then you pretend to be with him?” The man's voice was gruff. Still the same irritated nature and stubborn military power, but now, genuine curiosity.

 

“Edward was given to me as a boy. I've raised him in the military since he was eleven.” He spoke plainly. “Perhaps, it is because I see that younger part of him I hesitate.” He confessed before leaning back in his chair and fiddling with the triangle. “But he knows where he belongs.” He conclude.

 

“He also knows it's special treatment.” The Brigadier huffed. “Maybe your boy just needs a little discipline.” The man snort getting to his feet. “I'll see him brought back here, and then either you or I are going to show him why he does not disobey orders Mustang. He is too young to have so fat a head, and it looks poorly on you, and poorly on our entire division to allow him

what you do.” The man declared before leaning into the table. “If he jeopardizes this mission, make no mistake I will not hesitate.” The man whispered before flicking over the triangle and walking out.

 

He was left with only the small blue piece of wood a metaphor for this entire mission, and Hawkeye waiting for orders behind him.

 

“Sir?” She spoke after a minute of silence.

 

“We're going in.” He said picking up the little piece. “Assemble the men. We'll go in as planned and find him first.” He ordered sitting it upright.

 

* * *

 

They did go in, and like before continued sweeping through the city. He sent in three divisions, organized them as he had prior and kept Hawkeye with him. She was of course his voice of reason, and he felt it now, the instability within himself. The irrational justification which ran about all things that were Edward. It was this irrational which fought off the incinerating heat of anger against the boy, knowing that this, above all else, must be what Edward felt for Alphonse.

A blinding need. A white before the eyes.

 

 

Three hours in they were digging their way through the mess of Edward's transmutation. The rocks had jagged corners, and the sand had pooled and blown about making it more inconvenient. The Brigadier's scouts had apparently had the same idea, and cleared part of the path for them, divulging a cavern nook where the remaining portion of the resistance had gathered. Most of the villagers had surrendered as per policy. City rebels were well aware creating military casualties caused only one type of quick response from the remaining power.

So the captured soldiers were held bound, but unharmed in the remaining patch of cavern, dark and dingy. The sand crunching about below black military boots as they infiltrate all of it immobile without the wind.

 

“They have nowhere to run.” Hawkeye informed him as his men set up a barricade of their own. “We've confirmed it, they're cornered.” She informed and he nod watching the wall go up in front of him. “This may make them more negotiable.”

 

“Or they'll become cornered animals.” He turned tired eyes to her. Climbing in she'd gotten relatively dirty, and the remarkable thing about Hawkeye was the crisp condition of her eyes, and the mascara which never bled. She was the gate of wisdom, a dirty face with untouched gorgeous porcelain eyes. He felt whatever direction she looked would be the right path to take. “You are going to be my trump card.” He offered a smile.

 

“Don't make me remind you.” She replied aware of the Elrics and the turmoil they were causing.

 

“COLONEL!” Edward's voice suddenly sound, echoing into the rocks and the men cocked guns and ducked before recognizing the voice. “How many men have you brought!?” Ed called.

 

“Fullmetal Get down here now!” He barked and his voice echoed forward masking his location the same way Edward's was hidden from him. “You are out of orders!” He threatened.

 

“There are thirty by ten, the area is lit poorly, and all of the soldiers are safe! How about we go in and get them!?” Edward's suggestion brought smiles to his men's faces. They wanted nothing more but for this to be a rescue mission. To stop the bad and promote the good. To save their friends and return triumphantly to celebrate with beer and women with long legs and too much eyeshadow. “We could take them!” Ed's voice echoed and he ground his teeth. It was just short of a miracle he'd somehow managed to make it to the boy before the Brigadier.

 

“If we don't secure him...” Hawkeye trailed and he was silent. He understood the odds. Edward's rampage would be incurable once the boy started. It would release the will of the men

destroy the mission, and the Brigadier would come down with all his power and pocketed influence like a god. If he secured Fullmetal now, he could say almost anything.

Swiftly he raised his arm, and waited for all eyes to find him as he chewed over his decision. He could say almost anything, that would be his scapegoat. That was how he'd clear their names and the entire mission. With one movement he brought it down, and the men ran forward like he'd finally let go of their leashes.

 

Seconds later there was a transmutation which shook the walls and blasted apart the rocks giving them the advantage. “CAREFUL EDWARD!” Hawkeye cried tripping to her knees with

the tremor. “He'll bring this down on our heads sir.” She warned cocking her gun and getting to her feet.

 

“He's not that careless.” He snapped envisioning his hands about the boy's neck dare he make that mistake. There was open fire now, their ambush had panicked the enemy and it had turned into another battle. Hawkeye left him by ten feet, and he was the sole man framed by the opening of the cavern bleeding while light onto his back. He stood like the avenging angel, and before him Earth's battle ground and the haphazard wall his men made was not doing justice. He felt the sand slipping through the hourglass; it was only a matter of time until a stray bullet took out his only shot.

 

“Mustang.” The sound of his own name sent a cold shiver down his back. His first option was lost, the game plan had changed, and the story was now they were fired upon first. “You are recklessly leading this mission to failure.” The Brigadier hissed coming to his side with eyes locked ahead with his. “Good lord, this is just asking for casualty.” The man scoffed before there was cheering. The distinct victory cry from Havoc and in the commotion Hawkeye's pistol was silent.

 

“Or victory.” He muttered quietly. He was a humble colonel, and need not broadcast his best decisions loudly. The Brigadier was silent with this, watching the smoke clear and his men emerge. Rebels first, hands bound behind them pushed forward by gun barrels before the grinning faces of those victorious. Havoc with cigarette between his teeth, Hawkeye standing

casually alongside surveying the progress before he caught sight of the blonde hair. Fullmetal walking along side his brother, an arm looped about his neck smiling.

 

“Go!” The Brigadier command, waving forward and he stiffened watching them run right for the boy.

 

“For going awal?” He asked watching them shove Ed off his brother and secure him tightly.

 

“For going awal.” The Brigadier repeat and Alphonse was cussing the men out standing and holding his injured eye as Ed's hands were secured and his head was shoved down before the

boy was being marched forward. The forceful seizure caused some anonymous shouts of distaste from his men, but no one would risk attaching name to insult.

 

 

 

Hey Thanks so much for reading! My next chapter, Chapter Four: All the Reasons I Fight For You I'll post Friday the first of Feb, as I am posting every Friday.

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