Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Descent ❯ Fuery ( Chapter 23 )

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Descent

 

Chapter Twenty-Three

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Fuery

 

 

Warm…

 

Soft and snuggly…

 

Ed burrowed deeper into the comfort that surrounded him and felt something wrap around him.

 

An arm.

 

The teen cracked an eye open, then another and realized that he was cuddled up next to Mustang's chest. He sighed contentedly at how the pillow under his head, the blanket around him and the sheets below him felt.

 

This was just the best. Waking up slowly in such a comfortable place, in someone's arms after…

 

Oh yeah…

 

Ed blushed at the memories of the previous night. Someone had forgotten to send him the memo stating that last night was `kink night'. Not that he minded, but really… where did Mustang come up with some of that stuff?

 

“You're not getting up already are you?” his lover murmured tiredly. The blond shrugged, then bucked his hips slightly. “That's not what I meant, Ed.”

 

“Doesn't matter what you meant, that's what I heard,” he said slyly, then quoted, “When communicating, the speaker should always consider how his or her words will be taken by the listener. In this way, the speaker can avoid misunderstandings with…” Ed stopped reciting when a pillow was plopped onto his face.

 

“That's it. From now on, I'm monitoring what you check out from the library,” Mustang growled.

 

The young alchemist laughed. “That was actually from one of the books here.”

 

The colonel cracked an eye open and said, “What?”

 

“That's right,” Ed said with a nod. “Your book. Something titled, `Avoiding Miscommunication' if I remember correctly.”

 

The dark haired man opened both eyes and stared at him in confusion for a moment before rolling his eyes. “Oh, that book. That was from some class I had to take for commissioned officers. I can't believe you read that. It's incredibly boring. I haven't even touched it since the class ended.”

 

“Maybe you should read it again.”

 

“I don't need to; I can communicate what I want without that damn book.”

 

“I don't know…” Ed began, but suddenly Mustang rolled on top of him, kissed him hard, and ground his sex against him with undeniable need.

 

When the kiss broke, the colonel asked, “Misunderstand that?”

 

When the blond only grinned, the colonel ran his hands down the boy's naked body, then grabbed the pillow and told Ed to lift his rear. When he did, the man stuffed it under the teen's lower back then reached over and pulled the bottle of lube from the drawer.

 

“Remember I was going to tell you more uses for this stuff?”

 

Ed nodded with a look of weary confusion on his face. “Is this going to be something weird, because if so, you should have done it last night. I'm not in the mood for anything kinky this morning.”

 

Mustang pushed the blankets away, then slid Ed's legs back toward him so that his feet were flat on the bed and his knees were up in the air. Grinning, the man opened the bottle while leaning down to lick his lover's erection.

 

Ed moaned, then looked down when he heard the other man squeezing the clear gel from the bottle. “What are you doing?” he asked breathily, but when there was no answer he laid his head back down. Suddenly, he felt a slick finger touch the small opening on his ass, and his head jerked back up. “What the hell are you doing!” he asked more urgently.

 

“Just relax Ed,” Mustang murmured. “Trust me; you'll like this if you just relax. It might be a bit strange at first, but just give it a chance. If it starts to be too uncomfortable or if it hurts just let me know okay?”

 

The teen's heart was beating wildly at this new development, but he nodded and laid his head back down. When the colonel slipped his mouth over Ed's sex, a moan escaped the teen. Now that felt good. Suddenly the finger that was touching him, pushed slightly and he felt the tip enter him.

 

Ed blinked and took in a deep breath as the finger continued to slide into him. This was something that he'd never felt before, and damn if it didn't feel good! Strange, but good… Ed reached down and grabbed onto Mustangs head and started rocking his hips; up into the colonel's mouth, then impaling himself on the thin intrusion below. The stimulation from the blow job and the penetration from the man's finger was…

 

Riiing

 

Ed sucked in a breath as Mustang's head lifted a bit. “Just leave it!” he hissed urgently and pressed down on the man's head. So close… so fucking cl…

 

Riiing

 

Riiing

 

Riing

 

After the fifth ring the colonel lifted his head, letting Ed's hard erection slide from his mouth. “I should get it…”

 

“Roy, come on… please…” Ed begged in frustration, and rocked his hips again. This was not fair! He fucking needed this! Now! He needed it now! Whoever was on the mother fucking phone could wait!

 

By then the phone was on its tenth ring and still going.

 

When Mustang sighed and gave him a look of apology, Ed growled bitterly and slammed his head against the pillow in frustration before roughly grabbing the phone, which was now on its fifteenth ring, and handing it to the colonel.

 

“Mustang,” the dark haired man pronounced into the phone. Ed watched with a sense of growing dread as the colonel's facial expressions changed from bland disappointment to shock, then to fear. “I'll be there as soon as I can,” Mustang said quickly, and got up to place the phone on the receiver himself.

 

“Ed…” the colonel breathed in a shaky voice. The man swallowed hard and said, “Get dressed. We've got to get to the hospital.”

 

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Winry swept the last of the dirt from the front porch and smiled. It was a beautiful Saturday morning. For now it was cool enough, but in a few hours they'd be feeling the heat. It was June now and the rain they'd been having in April and May had given way to rising temperatures over the last couple of weeks.

 

The weather hadn't been the only thing heating up. Tempers were running hot all through Rizembool. The amount of people who were for The People's Army had risen dramatically thanks to Roland. The man had traveled to a few of the other outlying towns as well, but he mostly stayed in Rizembool.

 

The blond mechanic leaned against the railing, looked out toward town and frowned. Roland had been true to his word and hadn't tried to talk Al into joining up, but she knew he wanted to. Winry had seen it in his eyes those few times they'd ran into each other. She supposed she couldn't blame him.

 

Alphonse was a very talented alchemist and he could be a great addition to their cause. As much as Winry knew Roland had a valid reason for fighting against the current government, she still couldn't help but dislike the man. He was a threat to her happiness; he wanted to take her Alphonse away from her…

 

Suddenly something caught her eye and she put a hand to her forehead to block the sun. A boy was riding toward their house at full speed on a bicycle. It only took a few minutes for him to make it up the dirt road.

 

The boy, William Hathal(1), was the butcher's ten year old son, and was usually a very calm and pleasant boy. This morning though, he was very animated as he jumped off his bike and ran toward her.

 

“Miss Rockbell! Miss Rockbell!” the boy shouted in alarm.

 

“Will! What's wrong?” she asked, descending the stairs.

 

In heavy breaths he said, “Me `an tha' other boys, we're all supposed ta bring everyone one of these!” Will reached in a bag he had slung around his shoulders and pulled out a paper.

 

“What is this?” Winry asked, taking the paper. “What's going on?”

 

“It's them! They're here!” The boy sounded frightened.

 

“Who's here?”

 

“The military!”

 

The blonde mechanic's eyes widened. “The military? Here?”

 

William nodded. “That's right, and they arrested Roland!”

 

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Izumi walked around the side of the house and stopped when she saw the two Tringham brothers sitting on the grass talking. Actually, only Fletcher was sitting. Russell was on his knees, kneeling over his younger brother. The two boys had their foreheads pressed together, and the taller boy was talking, although from this distance Izumi couldn't hear what was being said.

 

Suddenly, Fletcher shook his head and said something. He looked unhappy about whatever it was, but Russell just smiled and started talking again. After a moment, the older brother gently caressed the younger boy's face, then kissed him on the forehead.

 

The small alchemist looked down and shook his head while saying something else, and Russell moved his hand under the boy's chin and lifted his head up to face him. The chemist said something, then started moving his head down as if to kiss the younger boy on the lips.

 

Izumi grunted and stalked toward them. “Fletcher!” she called. Startled, the brothers' heads whipped around to look at her approach. Both of their cheeks were turning red, though Fletcher's was more so than Russell's.

 

“I've decided to take you on as a student,” she barked.

 

His eyes went wide, then he grinned happily. “Really?” he cried.

 

“Yes. Now, go put the clothing you packed back where it was. After that go find Sig and help him in the meat shop.”

 

“Yes ma'am!” the boy exclaimed and got to his feet. He only took a few steps when he turned back and looked at Russell in concern.

 

The tall chemist was frowning. For a moment he did nothing, then he nodded at his younger brother. With that show of approval, Fletcher dashed quickly back to the house.

 

After he was gone, Izumi glared down at the sixteen year old and said flatly, “I do not approve.”

 

Russell looked away and muttered, “I don't know what you're talking about.”

 

“Yes you do. I'm not stupid, and neither are you.”

 

The tall teen's mouth tightened before he looked back at her and growled, “It's none of your business.”

 

“It is my business, because I am his teacher,” she answered, folding her arms under her breasts.

 

Angrily, Russell stood up and faced her. “I'm only agreeing to this because he wants it so bad, but you have no right to poke your nose into our business.”

 

“I want you out of my house today.”

 

The chemist folded his arms and stood up tall. “If I wanted to take Fletcher with me you couldn't stop me.”

 

Izumi's eyes narrowed dangerously. “Oh really…” she breathed.

 

Russell just looked at her for a moment, then walked past her. “But like I said, I'm letting him stay because he wants to…but I'll be returning for him after my business is finished in Rizembool.”

 

“He's my student, and he won't be leaving unless I give him permission to do so. If you want him back, you'd better learn to love him correctly.”

 

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“They must have had informants here to have caught him so fast…” Al said, looking down at the military announcement.

 

“Well, this is just turning out to be a fine mess, isn't it?” Pinako grunted around her pipe.

 

Al sighed and scanned the paper again. There was to be a public meeting that evening on the large field just outside of town. Everyone was expected to attend… He shook his head. This did not sound good…

 

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Ed glanced from Mustang to Kain Fuery. The master sergeant was asleep on the bed with wires and tubes stuck to him… stuck in him…

 

Fuery was lucky to be alive.

 

An alchemist who lived in the area heard the commotion and had come to investigate. By the time he'd gotten there, the men were gone. If the man had been an ordinary person, or even an ordinary alchemist, Fuery most likely would have died. This man though, happened to have been a doctor in the Ishbal war and one of the things he'd learned there was how to transmute broken skulls back together…

 

Lucky.

 

Damn lucky…

 

Ed felt worried and angry at the same time. How could someone do such a thing? Kain Fuery was one of the nicest, friendliest people he had ever met. Ed had a feeling it might have to do with the fact that the man had been putting his nose in where it wasn't wanted, but… all of the information he'd dug up had become public soon after anyway…

 

Unless…

 

Unless there was something going on that he didn't know…

 

His mind went back to the day Mustang and Havoc had been yelling at each other. The colonel had said it was classified. Could that have something to do with this? If so, why didn't he know about it? Why wouldn't Mustang tell him…?

 

The door opened and a doctor let himself into the room before closing the door softly. He was an older man, with thinning gray hair and tired looking eyes. The doctor looked from Ed to Mustang, then directed his gaze to the colonel.

 

“Colonel Mustang?” the old man asked. The dark haired man gave a curt nod, but said nothing. When the doctor got the affirmation he was looking for, he stepped forward and said, “I have some good news and some bad news. The good news is that despite all his injuries, Mr. Fuery should recover his physical health.”

 

The doctor sighed, then continued. “The bad news is… well… we're not so sure about his brain functions. There are, of course, more tests that need to be run and he'll need to be watched closely for a few weeks…” he trailed off, then said, “We don't know what will happen, but I'm not sure he will be fit for military duty after this…”

 

“I see,” Mustang replied in clipped tones. His face was guarded and perfectly businesslike. The casual observer might even think that the man could care less about what was going to happen to his subordinate.

 

But Ed wasn't a casual observer. He knew Mustang cared, and that he cared very much… He had seen it in the man's eyes and body language as they'd gotten dressed and as they'd made their way to the hospital.

 

The doctor cleared his throat. “Yes… well… I just wanted you to know. I'm required to tell a soldier's commanding officer whether or not…”

 

“I am perfectly aware of the procedure, doctor,” Mustang said, interrupting the man. “From here on out all you need to do is keep him alive. The military will decide if Master Sergeant Fuery is fit for duty or not.”

 

“Yes, but…”

 

“That will be all, doctor,” the colonel said flatly, walked toward the door and let himself out of the room. Ed glanced at the frustrated doctor for a moment, then left the room as well. When he stepped out into the hall, the blond saw the other man waiting for him.

 

“Let's go,” Mustang grunted and they started down the hall, but stopped when they heard someone yell at them.

 

Ed turned around and saw Lieutenant Havoc sprinting down the hall toward them, a look of rage painted on his features. A nurse shouted at him to walk, but he paid her no mind. When he caught up to them, the tall man grabbed the colonel's jacket and roughly slammed him up against the wall.

 

“You son of a bitch! This is all your fault! I told you that people were going to get hurt, but did you listen? No!” Havoc cried in pain filled anger, before jerking the colonel forward and pushing him back against the wall.

 

Mustang only stared at him with a businesslike expression on his face. When the lieutenant saw no emotion on his superior officer's face, he slammed him against the wall a third time, and hissed, “You unfeeling bastard!”

 

Ed decided that was enough, and stepped forward, putting a hand on Havoc's arm.

 

“Jean…” Ed said quietly.

 

The lieutenant glanced down at him through unshed tears, then pounded the man against the wall again and whispered, “This is a bad idea… all of it… they knew about Fuery… what makes you think they won't find out the rest of your plans?”

 

Mustang was silent for several moments before his eyebrows knit together and his eyes radiated something that Ed couldn't put a name to. “Do you trust me?” Mustang whispered. He looked to the side and Ed turned his head to see Lieutenant Hawkeye standing behind him.

 

Havoc slowly let go of the colonel's uniform, then walked down the hall without another word.

 

“Sir…” Hawkeye said in a quiet, unsteady voice, “he's just worried…” The woman looked tired and Ed noticed that her eyes looked a little red.

 

Hawkeye…crying?

 

He'd always thought she was made of steel…

 

When Mustang said nothing, she briefly patted Ed on the shoulder, then started down the hall the way Havoc had gone.

 

“Lieutenant…” the colonel murmured. She stopped and turned to look at him with a guarded expression. “Neither of you answered my question.”

 

For almost a full minute, she just looked at him, then without a word, turned around and followed after Havoc.

 

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1) William Hathal is not a character in the series or the manga. He'll probably never be mentioned in this story again.

 

Thanks to:

MasamuneReforged for being my beta.

 

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