Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Descent ❯ Bait ( Chapter 16 )

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Descent

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Chapter Sixteen

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Bait

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“You awake?”

 

Ed cracked an eyelid open then shut it immediately at the room's brightness. No, he hadn't been awake; he'd been happily sleeping until a certain someone lying behind him had started nibbling on his neck. Of course, he didn't mind Mustang's show of affection and his mouth turned up into a slight smile.

 

“So does that mean you're awake now?” The other man asked, sounding a tad amused.

 

“No,” Ed replied groggily and snuggled deeper into the Colonel's arms.

 

He didn't remember falling asleep last night. The last thing he remembered was the dark haired man holding him after their… what? Argument? No… not really an argument, but what? Ed wasn't sure exactly what to call it. Their `talk' maybe? It didn't matter anyway, what was important was that Ed was actually feeling pretty good. That wasn't to say his depression was completely gone, but he felt…content?

 

Perhaps it really did help to admit he had been jealous, but now what? It seemed as if a lot of that had been replaced with embarrassment. Even if what Mustang said was true, that Al didn't hate him, how could he ever face his brother again, or Winry for that matter?

 

Ed's eyes suddenly popped open and he gasped when a hand slid under the waistband of his sweats and begin to fondle him gently.

 

“Awake now?”

 

He moaned involuntarily. Yep. He was definitely awake now.

 

Mustang chuckled and murmured, “I think that counts as a yes…” before sucking lightly on the back of Ed's neck.

 

It didn't take him long to become completely aroused and when he pushed against the Colonel's hand, Mustang moved it away and rolled Ed around on his back. He watched as the other man pushed the covers off the bed then straddled Ed's body before leaning his head down and kissing the younger alchemist deeply.

 

There had been plenty of times over the last week for Ed to think about what had happened the last time with Mustang. He wasn't so surprised by what was happening now, and of course he was in a much better mood this morning than that night.

 

Ed wrapped his arms around the Colonel's neck and kissed the other man back as passionately as he could. He'd never really kissed anyone before that night either, so he supposed he was being pretty clumsy about it, but he wanted to be apart of the action this time, not just let it happen.

 

“Ed.” Mustang murmured and tried to pull away, but the blond teen wouldn't let go. Instead, he pulled the Colonel's head down and began kissing him again. After a moment he felt the other man pushing away again, but again Ed held on tight. Suddenly, Mustang pulled away sharply and his neck broke through Ed's grip. He was breathing hard and his mouth glistened with saliva. “Ed.” Mustang gasped through panted breaths, then wiped a hand across his mouth. “You need… to at least… let me get… a breath… of air… once in a while.”

 

Ed blushed furiously, but nodded, not saying anything because he too was breathing hard.

 

The Colonel grinned then wiped his thumb across the short alchemist's lips before planting a small kiss there. When Ed tried to return the kiss, Mustang pulled back slightly so that Ed's lips only met air. The teen's forehead crinkled in confusion, and Mustang pecked him on the lips again. Once more Ed tried to return the kiss, this time lifting his head up slightly, but again met only air.

 

The dark haired man grinned widely when Ed cast him an irritated look and let his head drop back down. When Mustang dropped his head down a third time, Ed's arms quickly wrapped around the Colonel's neck and pushed his lips hard against the other man's.

 

Suddenly Ed felt fingers tickling his sides and he flailed his arms around trying to get the older man to stop torturing him.

 

“Stop! hahahaha… stooooop!”

 

The tickling stopped, but Ed continued to laugh, the phantom sensation lingering in his sides. When he finally got himself under control, Ed looked up at Mustang and saw a look of … what? Amusement, surely, but there was something else…

 

Affection?

 

He blushed at the thought, and shook his head. Whatever it was, Ed had never seen such a look on the other man's face.

 

“Just wanted you to know who was in charge.”

 

“Whatever.” Ed growled, though he was smiling. “What do you want me to do now? Salute you?”

 

Mustang raised an eyebrow and his grin turned lecherous. “Well that would be something…” He murmured. “I've never been saluted in bed…” Pushing Ed's shirt up, Mustang began kissing the younger alchemist's midsection and whispered, “Sounds kinda sexy…” Suddenly the other man began chuckling, “And I've never been saluted by you. I don't know if I could handle the shock.”

 

Ed was about to say something in response, but gasped when he felt his sweats pulled down to his knees and Mustang started taking his kisses lower. The blond boy lifted his upper body onto his elbows and looked down. “What are you doing?” He asked through panting breaths, though he had a feeling he already knew.

 

Mustang turned his head up to look at Ed for a moment then bent low and wetly ran his tongue up the underside of Ed's arousal. Before he'd left for Rizembool, Ed had heard Havoc talking to Breda about getting a `blow job'. He hadn't heard of such a thing before, but since then he'd been happy enough to think of how such a thing would feel.

 

His fantasies couldn't even begin to compare.

 

When Mustang slipped his mouth over Ed's hard member, the blond boy dropped his upper body back onto the bed and grabbed the older man's head in his hands. Gasping frantically, Ed pushed deep into the damp cavity of Mustang's mouth and let out a loud yell as he quickly came to a climax.

 

Chest heaving, Ed dropped his hands and moaned as Mustang licked gently at his softening sex. When the Colonel moved to kiss him, Ed turned his head away. “Eww, no. You got that stuff in your mouth.”

 

The older man's shoulders dropped and he rolled his eyes while shaking his head. Mustang made a small chuckling noise before reaching over to the nightstand and picking up the glass he had brought in the night before. It was still half full.

 

“Let me wash my mouth out, Ed…” He murmured, then swished some of the liquid around in his mouth and quickly swallowed it. “I needed a drink anyway…” Mustang muttered, draining what remained in the glass. Ed supposed he'd be thirsty after doing something like that too.

 

Suddenly, Ed's stomach growled and the Colonel looked down at him for a moment before rolling off the bed and walking toward the bedroom door. “Come on. Let's get you fed. I think that's the first time I've heard your stomach growl this whole week.”

 

“But… What about you?”

 

“Yeah, I'm kind of hungry too.”

 

Ed blushed. “No… I mean…”

 

Mustang waved a hand and chuckled. “I want to make sure you get fed if you're hungry. Don't worry about me, I can wait. I'm a big boy, so I don't cum in my pants when I don't get some right away.”

 

“Bastard!” Ed growled at the insinuated insult and grabbed a pillow, hurling it at the laughing man who dodged it easily.

 

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Al looked up from his book and frowned when Winry entered the house. Her normally cheerful disposition was thoughtful and sober.

 

“What's wrong?” He asked, suddenly concerned.

 

She sighed and set down the bag she was carrying. “Just… just something that happened in town today…” She mumbled as she dug through the sack.

 

He shut the book and tossed it on the table before getting up and walking over to her. The blonde girl sounded distracted and that wasn't like her either, unless she was working on a particularly interesting piece of automail.

 

“You wanna tell me about it?”

 

Letting out a long breath of air, she stood up straight and flopped a pair of white gloves against his chest. “You wanna try those on and see if they're the right size?” she said, avoiding his question.

 

Taking them from her, Al tried the gloves on and found they were a perfect fit. “They fit great.” he said with a grin. “You're amazing.”

 

She nodded. “Yeah I know.”

 

He laughed and shook his head. “And so humble.”

 

“Yeah, that too.”

 

“So what happened in town?” he asked again.

 

She cast a long suffering look in his direction before bending to pick up the large brown paper bag. When she stood up straight, Al held out is arms to take the bag from her, but she shook her head. “I appreciate it but I think you need to heal a little more before you do any lifting.”

 

He frowned at this and silently followed her to the back of the house where they did most of the big automail repair jobs. She set the bag down and turned to look at him. “Persistent aren't you?”

 

“Only when I'm trying to get something I want.” he answered stubbornly.

 

She lifted an eyebrow in amusement. “Oh reeeaaally?”

 

He felt his face heating, and said quickly, “So what happened in town?”

 

Winry sat down heavily on her work bench and motioned for him to sit as well. She didn't speak immediately, but when she did, Al could hear worry in her voice.

 

“Al…have you ever heard of The People's Government?”

 

He shook his head. “No. Why?”

 

“Well… there was a man in town today and there was a large crowd gathered around him. He was talking about how they had formed a new government in the east and it is a government for the people. Where the military doesn't control the political system, the people do. The people elect their own officials and… I don't know… it sounded a little strange.”

 

He nodded. It sounded like a good thing, but then things that sounded too good to be true often were.

 

“But, Al… They have an army. They want to overthrow the current government and replace it with this new one.”

 

“Really?”

 

She nodded, apprehensively hooking a lock of hair behind her ear.

 

“Why is he here then?”

 

“He said he's looking for recruits for their army, and he wants Rizembool to declare for The People's Government.” she said, her voice quavering a little.

 

“You're kidding,” he said in disbelief, eyes widening slightly.

 

She shook her head. “The thing is that a lot of people seemed to agree with him… Al… I'm scared. We've never really had much of a problem with the military here. We're a quiet place and we just keep to ourselves. If people start rebelling against the government… what's going to happen?”

 

The tall alchemist just shook his head. He couldn't even begin to think of what kind of trouble this was going to cause.

 

“There's going to be a town meeting tonight and he's going to speak there.”

 

He sat looking at her, considering, then said, “I'm going.”

 

“But…”

 

“I'm going Winry. I want to hear what this man is saying.”

 

“Stubborn mule,” she muttered under her breath.

 

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Russell trudged along the dirt path with Fletcher by his side. It was a fine day except for the oppressive heat. Sweat rolled down his back making his long sleeved button up shirt stick uncomfortably to his skin.

 

“It's hot…” he complained, not for the first time.

 

“It's a good thing I came with you, brother.”

 

The tall blond rolled his eyes and said blandly, “Yes Fletcher. For the millionth time, it is a good thing you came.”

 

Fletcher nodded, a satisfied grin pulling across his face. Russell had forgotten the small amount of money he'd been given for the train and for food and lodging. His younger brother had noticed and brought the funds with him when he'd left the camp.

 

“If it wasn't for me…”

 

“Yeah, yeah… I know… It would have taken me a month or so to get here by foot.”

 

The small boy nodded again, looking very glad to be acknowledged.

 

“Hey!” A voice called to them. “You guys look pretty hot. You want some water?”

 

Russell and Fletcher looked to the side of the road to see a young man of about sixteen or seventeen beckoning to them. The two brothers looked at each other, then headed over to the stranger.

 

“I've got some water and some food over there under that tree.” he pointed down a small hill to a tall shady tree. “I have plenty.” The teen frowned. “I was going to have a picnic with my girlfriend, but she never showed.”

 

“I'm sorry to hear that…” Russell lied. Truthfully, he grateful for the opportunity to get out of the sun and take some refreshment.

 

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“My name is Urayami.” The stranger introduced himself, then his fingers his fingers through his dusty brown hair.

 

I'm sorry... Russell thought when he heard the name.

 

The teen shrugged and smiled as if he had heard the tall blond's thoughts. “So where are you guys from?” The brunet asked curiously as he leaned against the tree trunk.

 

“From the eastern country,” Russell answered and gave Urayami a short explanation about the new government they represented.

 

The other teen nodded in interest. “I see. And you're looking for talented alchemists?” When Russell nodded the other teen nodded and said, “Then you'll be heading to Dublith, right?”

 

Russell took a drink of the water and asked, “Why do you say that?”

 

“Well because, there's a woman there who is a master alchemist. She hates the government and State Alchemists.”

 

“What's her name?” Russell asked, sitting forward in interest.

 

“Izumi Curtis.”

 

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“Thanks for the food and for the information,” Russell said, stepping back on the road and holding his hand out. The rest had been just what he'd needed.

 

“Sure. No problem.” Urayami said, taking Russell's hand and shaking it. “Good luck. Maybe I'll see you on your way back up this way and you can tell me more about this People's Government.”

 

Russell nodded, then patted Fletcher on the back. “Well, let's get going.” The younger boy nodded in agreement. They waved a final time, then turned and started down the dusty road toward Dublith.

 

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Envy ran a hand through the brown hair of the form he had chosen and watched the two Tringham brothers walk away from him.

 

Can't go `fishing' without bait…

 

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A/N: Urayami is a Japanese word for `Envy'.

 

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Thanks to:

MasamuneReforged for being my beta.

 

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