Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Descent ❯ Major Elric ( Chapter 22 )

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Descent

 

Chapter Twenty-Two

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Major Elric

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“You wanted to see me?” Ed asked. Mustang looked up from what he'd been reading and nodded.

 

“Shut the door, would you?” the other man said mildly as he collected the documents he'd been poring over and put them off to the side. After Ed shut the door, the colonel waved vaguely at the couch and said, “Sit.”

 

Nodding, Ed sat with a feeling of amused confusion and watched as the dark haired man got up, walked around his desk, and leaned on it with a grin. “I have something for you.”

 

He blinked, “Something for me?” Mustang nodded, and when he eyed Ed up and down, the younger alchemist felt a flash of irritation. “This isn't going to be like in the library a few days ago is it?” If the colonel wanted to do things like that it was fine, just not at work.

 

Chuckling, the dark haired man crossed the room to where a brown cardboard box sat in the corner. “Funny you should mention that…” he said, then picked up the box and set it on the table that sat between the two couches before taking a seat on the sofa opposite Ed.

 

“Well?” Mustang prompted when the teen only sat there giving the box a strange look.

 

Sighing, Ed grabbed the box and put it on the floor. He hadn't been sure what he had been expecting, but it wasn't what he saw when he opened it.

 

“Are you serious?” he asked in surprise. When the colonel nodded, a grin still on his face, Ed turned his attention back to the box, eying the contents. After a moment, he reached in, pulled out the first thing that had caught his eye and laid it on his lap.

 

The blue military jacket was crisp and new, the creases still to be seen when he unfolded it. Ed ran his fingers over the golden braided rope that adorned the right side of the jacket. It had a rough, yet silky, feel to it. Surprise filled him when he touched the blue fabric. It felt nothing like the older, worn jacket that Mustang wore. The texture of the new material was stiff and scratchy, and it caught on the dry skin of his fingers.

 

Ed swallowed hard as he brushed his fingers, almost reverently, over the striped indication of his rank. It seemed odd to him that a small bit of raised cloth could bring such a reaction from him. After all, he'd never wanted to be in the military, and had been glad that they hadn't had a uniform his size. But now…

 

But now he had gotten comfortable with the job he'd been given, gotten to know the other officers on a level he'd never known before. He was part of a team.

 

Ed looked up at the colonel.

 

He was part of Mustang's team.

 

That was why the uniform brought such emotions to him. Although it was supposed to show he was in the military, for Ed it didn't mean that at all. The uniform was an outward sign that he was truly a part of Mustang's core group; an accepted addition.

 

“Thanks…” Ed said, trying to keep the emotions he was feeling out of his voice, but failing miserably. He looked up and his forehead wrinkled at the look on Mustang's face. “What?”

 

“You're thanking me?” the colonel asked, shock woven through the amazement in his voice.

 

“Yeah,” he replied softly.

 

“Hm, well, I was expecting some sort of rant…” The older alchemist trailed off for a moment, then looked at him sheepishly. “I actually had a whole speech prepared as to why you needed to start wearing a uniform now that you can fit into one.”

 

Ed glared at the man. He didn't like being reminded that he was barely fitting into the smallest uniform available. He looked at the tag and cringed. The size was actually slightly too big…

 

Mustang must have noticed, because he said, “It's close enough, and with the way you're growing it will fit you just fine.” Ed nodded and looked back into the box at where the two pair of pants, boots, and the long black overcoat still lay. “Since it's pretty much the end of the day, and Friday, I'm not going to require you to wear it today, but I expect to see you dressed in it come Monday morning.” Mustang said in a brisk businesslike fashion.

 

The colonel looked quickly at the door, then leaned forward and whispered, “But I'd like to see them on you tonight…”

 

Ed rolled his eyes and put the jacket back in the box. “Pervert.”

 

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“I've decided to go to Rizembool.”

 

At that proclamation, everyone turned and stared at Russell. There was mild surprise on both Izumi and Sig's face, but on Fletcher's there was pure dismay.

 

“What do you think you'll accomplish by doing that?” Izumi asked and took a bite of her dinner.

 

“I want to talk to Ed and Al about the People's Government.”

 

The dark haired woman shook her head. “I don't think you'll have much luck there.”

 

“Why not?” the sixteen year-old asked irritably.

 

“Simple,” she said, then pointed. “Pass me the pepper please.” Russell handed her the pepper and waited impatiently for her to continue. After tasting her food to make sure it was how she wanted it, Izumi said, “First, Edward is no longer in Rizembool.”

 

At this Russell's eyes widened. “What? Where is he?” The tall blond had just assumed that they would stay in their home town since there was no need for them to wander around anymore.

 

Izumi chewed on her steak and gazed thoughtfully at him for a moment. “No one knows,” she said finally.

 

“No one… but… not even Al?” Fletcher asked in concern.

 

She shook her head. “No… not even Al.”

 

“But…why?” the small blond cried. “They're always together…”

 

Sighing, Izumi put her fork down and sat back in her chair. “They had a fight. Ed broke some of Alphonse's ribs then ran off. It's been almost six weeks and no one has heard from him.”

 

“I don't believe it…” Fletcher said in a soft quavering voice.

 

“Well, believe it. I only found out a couple of weeks ago myself. Al has been calling around trying to find out if anyone has any information.”

 

Russell took a drink, then said, “You mean he hasn't gone looking for him?”

 

The woman snorted. “He would if he could, but fortunately Winry has kept him from being so stupid. His body needs to heal. Of course, I don't know how long she'll be able prevent him from wandering off given that his body has already healed quite a bit.”

 

“Winry?” Russell asked.

 

Izumi grinned. “A childhood friend of Ed and Al's. She knows how to keep them in line.”

 

Keep them in line? Russell thought with a frown. He wasn't sure he wanted to meet this `Winry'… “Well, fine then. Ed isn't there, but I can still talk to Al,” Russell said stubbornly.

 

The dark haired woman sighed. “I think you'll have a hard time convincing Alphonse to join your cause.”

 

“I'm still going,” Russell growled.

 

“But brother…” Fletcher pleaded. The older boy sighed and shook his head. The small alchemist still had hopes that he could convince Izumi to teach him. That was part of why he hadn't mentioned leaving before. Russell didn't want Fletcher to stay. They weren't meant to be apart…

 

“We're going, Fletcher,” the blond chemist said.

 

Fletcher looked from Russell to Izumi in hurt frustration, then stood up and ran out of the room.

 

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Ed looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. Despite the size being slightly too big, the uniform looked rather nice on him. He turned to the side and admired himself, then ran a hand over the front of the jacket.

 

Fullmetal Alchemist, Major Edward Elric, he thought to himself. It just sounded so… official…

 

That had always been his title, always been his rank, but he'd never really thought of himself as a major. Sometimes he thought of himself as the Fullmetal Alchemist, but that was usually when he wanted something, wanted to brag, or had a job to do.

 

He fingered the lapel, then touched the raised area on one of his shoulders where a golden star and two yellow bands on each side of it proudly proclaimed his rank to anyone who wanted to know.

 

Ed wasn't sure why, but for some reason that made him feel much more… adult… At seventeen, Ed already considered himself an adult, and of course he was, since the legal age was sixteen, but this seemed to add weight to his age. A symbol of maturity and responsibility…

 

There was a knock on the door. “Ed… you've been in there for a half hour. How long does it take to change?”

 

Sighing, he opened the door and looked at the impatient man on the other side. Ed felt a slight blush creep over his cheeks when Mustang stepped back and swept his gaze hungrily over his body.

 

“You look…amazing,” the colonel breathed after a moment, then stepped forward and ran his hands over the uniform. “You look…very hot. Very sexy…”

 

Ed felt blood rush to his face and he was sure he was blushing furiously now.

 

Mustang grabbed him and pushed him against the hallway wall, then bent down and ran his tongue wetly up the younger alchemist's neck while pushing his body against Ed's smaller one. “I want you,” the older man whispered roughly and ground the erection, hidden behind his own military pants, against Ed.

 

“Roy…” the blond moaned as the taller man began sucking on his neck and eagerly running his hands over every inch of Ed's body that he could reach.

 

Suddenly the weight of the other man lifted slightly and Ed looked up to see Mustang staring down at him with lust filled eyes. The colonel licked his lips and said breathily, “Ed… salute me.”

 

His eyes widened slightly. “What?”

 

Mustang slid his fingers down the rough fabric of Ed's uniform. “Salute me… please…” he said again, a note of pleading in his voice.

 

Ed blushed, thinking that this was a bit kinky, but after a second lifted his right hand and snapped a sharp salute. “Colonel sir,” he added for good measure and was rewarded with a delighted grin. The younger alchemist moved to put his hand down, but Mustang quickly grabbed onto his arm and held it there.

 

“No…wait…hold it there... I want to burn this into my memory. The first time Major Elric salutes me…” Ed rolled his eyes, but gasped slightly when he felt the man reach down and fondle him. “Hold it…” the colonel coaxed, grinning lecherously.

 

Ed's breathing became shallow and he had to open his mouth to get more air. “If you make me cum in my pants I swear you'll be sorry…” the teen growled, but the threat was softened by the moan he let out after.

 

“Really?” Mustang asked in amusement. “Maybe I want to see you cum like this. Every time you salute me after this I'll be able to think of how you looked the first time while I got you off…”

 

“You bastard…” Ed moaned, but made no move to get away, or to stop the man. Instead he ground his hard erection forward into the colonel's hand.

 

Mustang's grin widened and he said, “That's no way to talk to your commanding officer, Major Elric. For that you can just keep saluting me until your arm goes numb.”

 

“It's automail you dumbass,” Ed panted. “I could keep it up all day.”

 

“Could you really?” Mustang breathed, insinuating something else, and rubbed his palm against the teen a little harder.

 

“My arm, Roy!” the younger alchemist burst out.

 

The dark haired man said quickly, “Colonel.”

 

“What?” Ed asked and sighed in relief and frustration when Mustang's hand moved away and undid the top button on the pants.

 

“Call me `colonel', just for now.”

 

Ed blushed at where this was going, but realized he didn't mind and decided if they were going to play that way, then he'd just have to put a little more effort into it.

 

“Yes sir, colonel sir…” Ed said as his pants fell down to his ankles.

 

“That's more like it major,” Mustang murmured and touched his fingers to the younger alchemist's sex. “It's good to see that you can stand at attention so long.”

 

“Fuck you, sir,” the short blond replied snidely.

 

Ed's eyes widened as the colonel grabbed onto his hard cock and pulled him forward a bit, crushing their lips together. Mustang forced his tongue into his subordinate's mouth and passionately ravaged the younger man for a moment before pulling away.

 

“I think it will be the other way around, Major Elric,” the man breathed and let go of Ed's erection when the blond bucked his hips.

 

Ed growled as he watched his superior officer step away and inspect him. The man's dark eyes raked over the younger man, then, with a grin, stepped forward and adjusted the arm Ed was saluting with since it had slackened.

 

“I think I could look at this all day…” the colonel murmured in delight, then touched his fingers lightly to Ed's cock, making the hard member jump slightly. The older man brushed his fingers over the opening at the tip where clearish precum was dripping over the strained reddish skin, and spread it lightly over the head.

 

Ed, panting hard, pushed his hips forward in a desperate attempt to get some relief, but his lover pulled back and his thrust met only air.

 

“Is there something you'd like to request, major…?” Mustang asked in an `official' tone.

 

For a moment Ed growled in the back of his throat, forgetting that this was a game, not reality, then he pushed it aside and said, trying to sound subservient, “Colonel sir… permission to…” He stopped, realizing what he was going to have to ask, and blushed.

 

Mustang folded his arms and leaned back against the opposite hall wall and waited, an eager, expectant look on his face. Trying not to think of how embarrassing this was, Ed said, “Permission to cum sir?”

 

With the arrogant look Ed had seen many times before, the colonel moved over and skimmed his fingers along the skin of the blond's penis, and Ed gasped at the need that small touch ignited in him. He bucked his hips forward, his body begging for more.

 

“Permission denied,” the colonel whispered near his ear and moved his hand away once again.

 

“What!” Ed gasped in shock.

 

Mustang grinned down at him and said, “Ask again.”

 

For a moment the younger alchemist could only stare at the taller man in disbelief. He was beginning to tremble from the strain and Ed wondered vaguely if his body would ejaculate anyway.

 

“Sir…” Ed began again, more meekly this time. “Permission to cum…” he swallowed hard; his throat was dry from breathing through his mouth, and added pleadingly, “Please…”

 

Mustang let his eyes travel over the young, half naked body, then reached over and let the tip of his finger drag along the vain on the underside of Ed's erection. He tried again to thrust forward, but the dark haired man grabbed one of his hips with his free hand and held him still.

 

“I didn't say you could move, major,” the colonel murmured.

 

Ed thought he was going to die. All of the blood in his body seemed to have gathered in his groin, leaving the rest of his body cold and weak. He started to move his automail arm down out of the salute, but it was quickly grabbed and put back.

 

“I didn't say you could stop saluting either.”

 

When Ed tried to move his hips again, Mustang stepped back, letting the teen's cock thrust at nothing. Sweat trickled from his forehead and down the side of his face. He growled in the back of his throat, and almost swore at the man, but pushed the anger away. “Please…” he begged. He had a feeling this type of a reaction would get him what he wanted. “Colonel…”

 

Mustang reached his hand forward, undid the buttons on the military jacket and pushed it open to reveal the black tanktop worn beneath. Ed swallowed hard and panted heavily. This wasn't what he wanted dammit! Moaning in pleasure and agony, Ed bucked his hips and again Mustang moved away.

 

“Hold still,” the colonel commanded.

 

Hold still?

 

He looked at the older man with pleading eyes, but Mustang only said, “That is an order Major Elric.”

 

For a moment the two looked at each other before Ed realized his superior officer was waiting for a confirmation. In frustration, Ed groaned, “Yes sir, Colonel Mustang sir…”

 

A thrilled grin spread across Mustang's face and he moved his hand over to Ed's chest once again. The blond let loose a moan as the man's hands slipped under his shirt, glided across his sweaty skin and snagged his fingers gently on the teen's hard nipples.

 

“I can't…” Ed groaned desperately, the pressure in his groin becoming unbearable. “Please…I need…”

 

Mustang stuck out his tongue and ran the tip over the short alchemist's dry lips as he slid one of his hands down to Ed's hard cock. The younger alchemist cried out softly as Mustang wrapped his hand around his erection.

 

Ed looked up at the taller man and saw that the colonel was watching him intently, then suddenly he didn't notice the man's gaze at all as the hand around his manhood slowly began a pumping motion.

 

“Don't cum. You don't have permission,” Mustang murmured.

 

One.

 

Ed moaned and clenched his teeth together, trying to keep himself from thrusting back.

 

Two.

 

“Major…” the colonel said in a warning voice.

 

After the third motion of Mustang's hand, Ed couldn't hold back any longer. Abandoning the last shred of self control he possessed, the teen fucked the colonel's hand. It only took a couple of thrusts before he felt the pressure explode into the most amazing climax he'd ever had.

 

Ed opened his mouth wider as he tried to gasp in enough air, and his hands grabbed onto Mustang's uniform in a desperate attempt to steady himself. He rested his head against the man's chest almost sobbing from the pleasure.

 

A moment later he felt the man plant a kiss on the top of his head. “Major,” Mustang whispered, “I don't recall giving you permission to cum.” Ed lifted his head and blinked at the man. A slow grin was spreading across the taller man's face. “I think for your insubordination, you should be punished…”

 

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Izumi sighed and put the last of the dishes from dinner in the sink. After Fletcher had run off, there had been silence around the table for several minutes before Russell left the table as well.

 

In a way, they reminded her of Edward and Alphonse. The older was so stubborn and quick to anger, though not as much as Ed, and the younger more mellow. Fletcher was definitely a follower, as Al tended to be.

 

She leaned against the counter and folded her arms. It was obvious that the boy was upset because he still hadn't convinced her to teach him, more than about leaving. Izumi could also tell that Russell was happy about her refusing to teach the small alchemist.

 

The two brothers were very close.

 

Like Ed and Al.

 

Only…

 

The dark haired woman frowned.

 

Only… not like Ed and Al.

 

Sometimes she would catch a look being passed between them, or a touch or… There was just something that wasn't quite right there. Over the past five days or so that the boys had been staying with her, she'd thought about it a lot, and she wasn't happy with the conclusion.

 

But she had no proof.

 

She was tempted to allow the boy to stay with her when Russell left. It was true she couldn't be for him what she had been for Ed and Al, but she could teach him some things. He was very intelligent and Izumi had no doubt that, like a sponge, he'd soak up whatever knowledge she gave him. It was also obvious that he had no desire to be with the rebellion, but he was there for his brother.

 

Of course, none of that was why she was considering allowing him to stay. They were only points that worked in his favor.

 

If she was right about the relationship between the two boys, then she wanted to get him out of it. She wanted to protect Fletcher, even if he didn't realize he needed it.

 

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Kain Fuery pushed his glasses up with a finger and looked around nervously. It was well after midnight and the streets were devoid of anything living. Every shadow seemed to hide some dark being that would surely jump out and attack him any moment.

 

Kain normally walked back to the dorms with Falman, but with the late hours he'd been working recently, the master sergeant had been walking home alone. Not that he minded working late, because he didn't. He'd seen how hard the colonel had been working and Kain wanted to help him look great this year for his evaluation. This case they'd been working on, trying to find the spies for The People's Government, was his main priority, and in fact, he worked on it every spare moment he had.

 

The short officer put a hand over his mouth and yawned. Of course, Kain wanted to look good for his own evaluation too, but it wasn't just about evaluations. There was a mystery to solve and he wanted to solve it. But then, this enigma could have some devastating consequences if it wasn't puzzled out soon.

 

Suddenly there was the sound of glass breaking, then darkness as several of the street lights went out.

 

Kain stopped and looked around in the blackness nervously. He jumped when he felt arms reach around him, one arm wrapped around his chest, and one hand covering his mouth.

 

“Good evening Master Sergeant Fuery. We'd like to leave a message for your commanding officer,” whispered whoever was holding him.

 

We? Kain thought fearfully, and moved his eyes around desperately. He couldn't see anyone in the darkness, but he could hear the sound of pebbles crunching.

 

“Kind of… an object lesson.”

 

The short man stiffened in terror. Object lesson...?

 

“You see… curiosity can kill dogs just as easily as cats(1)…”

 

As soon as the words were out of the other man's mouth, Kain was kicked hard in the stomach. His breath was completely taken away. He wanted to scream, but couldn't find the air to do it. The man behind him released his grip and Kain crumpled to the ground.

 

The master sergeant grunted when another kick met his ribs on one side, then on the other. The world seemed to spin out of control as he was kicked savagely in the head. His glasses few off his face and he could hear them slide roughly against the ground. Soon blows were coming from every side. He could feel muscles in his body tearing, and bones breaking. Despite the noise coming from his attackers, the sounds of his body being broken and torn were loud in his ears, though he was sure no one else could hear it.

 

Kain wasn't sure how much time passed, but suddenly a voice called out, “Enough!”

 

The attack stopped and he could hear them stepping away from him. Every part of his body hurt. Blood gushed from his nose and he felt wet stickiness drip down from cuts and scrapes on his skin. His head spun and he thought he was going to be sick, but he tried to hold onto the thought that he needed to get away, needed to warn the colonel, needed to…

 

Suddenly, fingers raked through his hair and grabbed the black locks roughly. Kain's head was pulled up, and in the darkness he heard, “It's time to finish this” before his head was slammed down to the ground.

 

And after that…

 

Nothing.

 

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Thanks to:

MasamuneReforged for being my beta.

 

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I hope you enjoyed the RoyEd in this chapter. I really enjoyed writing it.

 

As for Fuery…

 

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1) From the phrase `Curiosity killed the cat.”