Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Right Next to You ❯ Peices of the past ( Chapter 2 )
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By: aligator4508 
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.07.2012 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 325 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.07.2012 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 325 | Status: Work In Progress
Part Two:
Peices of the past-
Ed chuckled as he remembered how the glowing red eyes in the helmet of Al’s armor seemed to be the size of dinner plates. The funny thing was that Ed’s hormones had shown up on more occasions than he cared to admit. There was also the obvious feelings that seemed to smack him in the face at the most inconvenient times. He closed his eyes as his mind began to replay some of the more memorable that seemed to catch in his brain for later study.
Three years earlier,
Northern wall of Briggs
“Get in there Winry… you don’t understand. I have to talk to you.” Edward hissed as he shoved her into the men’s restroom.
“But it’s the men’s bathroom Ed. There might be someone using it.” She cried in a whisper. “I really don’t want to see that.” She added as he grabbed her arm and pulled her into the empty bathroom.
“Come on we can hide in the end stall. I don’t think they’ll look for you here.” He pushed open the door to the last stall and ushered her inside locking the door as he kicked it closed.
“What is this all about anyway? And why does it seem like we’re being escorted everywhere we go.” She demanded placing her hands on her hips; Ed brought his right hand up to the bridge of his nose trying to keep the vein there from popping out.
“Don’t you understand what I’ve been trying to hint to you? I said be careful. Going off to look at that machine freaks automail was not being careful Winry.”
“Machine freak… I’ll have you know that this automail junkie is just looking out for your best interest…”
“Then you should have stayed in Rush Valley.” Ed replied trying not to sound upset. He wasn’t jealous… he wasn’t and as long as he kept repeating that in his head he’d convince himself of that soon enough.
“They said your arm and leg weren’t holding up so well in the cold. What was I supposed to do? Let you get frostbite!” She argued until she saw the look of horror on his face.
The door to the bathroom had opened and Ed pulled her to him hard wrapping his arms around her in a protective manner. He didn’t need to tell her to shut up. The look on his face said it all. Her lips started to tremble as he moved them as far back into the stall as he could.
It was a group of officers that had entered. Ed could hear them as they shuffled up to the urinals.
“Did any of you get a look at that shrimp’s mechanic?” One of them asked nonchalantly as Ed took deep breaths breathing in the scent of Winry’s hair tocalm himself from the crack about him being a shrimp.
“I heard she’s pretty hot.” The other man answered and gave a small laugh. “How old is she anyway? I heard she’s got a nice rack.”
“I dunno, probably around his age. I bet if I was him I’d be hittin that often.” Came yet another voice.
Winry stiffened in Ed’s arms mortified.
“Where is Fullmetal anyway. Isn’t someone supposed to be watching him and reporting to Kimbley?
“Yeah, Miles was looking for him a second ago. The girl’s gone missing too, wonder what they’re up to.” The first officer said in a way that made Ed’s nose want to bleed.
Ed and Winry heard the distinct sound of three zippers and the sound of the water from the sinks and finally the sound of boots moving towards the door. They both started to let out the air in their lungs that they’d been holding when they heard the distinct sound of something hitting the ground.
“Why are you so clumsy.” The first officer asked as the third bent to pick up the folder and papers he had dropped.
The two officers knelt to the floor grabbing at the scattered papers until the first one stopped, eyeing the area under the stalls.
“Wait… Who’s back there?” He ordered.
“DAMN IT!” Ed cursed.
“What do we do now?” Winry whispered her mouth skimming Ed’s ear.
“Don’t do that.” He breathed.
“Do what?” Winry asked her voice shaky.
“WHO’S BACK THERE?” Came the order and Edward cringed inwardly and hoped Winry was a really good sport.
“Yeah, um major… It’s me.” Ed tried to sound flippant but was failing miserably.
“Me? Who’s me?” The officer took a few steps towards the last stall,
Ed could hear the footsteps and started to freeze. If he had to fight, Winry was right there and could get hurt. He had no clue what to do. Thank God Winry was a smart girl. She pushed him flush against the back wall hard, dropped to her knees and pulled his shirt from his pants.
“What the hell Winry…” He cried forgetting to whisper. She glared at him for a second as realization dawned on him. “No… you… can’t…” He fumbled out remembering to whisper. The guard got closer. “It’s Fullmetal, Sir.” His voice cracked a little as Winry groped at his belt.
“What are you doing back there?” The guard asked as his hand began to push on the locked door.
“Um, what are you doing Winry.” He whispered wide eyed as she yanked down his pants. Quickly she pulled off her shirt, held it against herself and unlocked the door.
The door squeaked open and the officer peered into the stall. Winry mustered up her most outraged face, screwed on every bit of courage she could find and shouted at the guy whose eyes were glued to the scene before him.
“Can’t a guy get some matinence in privacy.” She grabbed Ed’s crotch for effect but thanks to his under used hormones he didn’t need any help with creating the right amount of embarrassment.
“You heard the lady.” Ed replied a wicked grin playing with his face. “I think we need a little more privacy, maybe a stronger lock would be helpful. Don’t you think so sir?” Ed’s smirk grew cocky and he clapped his hands together mostly for the effect.
The guard backed up as Winry shut the door hard and Ed reinforced the lock. Finally as the guard and the other two with him scrambled to leave the bathroom, Ed threw his head backwards hard against the wall closing his eyes. He took slow shallow breaths hoping to decrease his hammering heart. When he opened them, seeing Winry still on her knees, staring at his crotch, the progress he had made went directly down the toilet.
“What are you still doing down like that Winry. Come on stand up.” He was trying really hard not to panic but then again hard was not the best choice of words at this exact moment. She started at him, a look of deep thought on her face as she stuck out her tongue resting it on her upper lip. “Um… er… Winry…” He managed to stammer out, his metal hand flying to the back of his head to rub at his neck.
“Does it hurt?” She asked in awe as her hand grazed the waistband touching the skin of his abdomen where the trail of golden blonde hair running from his bellybutton downward disappeared into his cotton boxers. Her eyes were wide, like she was seeing him for the first time. Her other hand that was somehow still placed softly over his fabric clad erection began to grow bolder pressing more firmly into him.
Ed swallowed hard. Shaking his head violently side to side, he forced himself out of his daze. “WINRY!” He choked out her name, finally causing her to look up. He reached his flesh hand down towards her. “Come on, stand up.” He grabbed the hand in the most awkward position and pulled her up until she stood straight.
She caught his eye as he tried desperately to avoid hers as well as keep his from wandering any lower than shoulder level. “Was that because of me?” She asked him meekly and Ed’s heart stopped. He bent down slightly picking up her shirt handing it to her. “I could have…”
“I would never ask you to do that Winry. What you did do I wouldn’t… ask… you…” He never thought about what he was saying until he saw the look in her eyes as they started to well up with tears. “Oh please… don’t cry. I didn’t… I didn’t mean it like I’d never want you to do something like that. I just meant not here, not now.” His pulse finally started to resemble normal as she pulled her black shirt down past her bra and over her stomach. He wasn’t even going to think about how mad it made him to ponder how that jackass had seen her the way he had. “Look…” He breathed. “You are a hostage… they didn’t ask you here because I needed new automail or that they wanted you to come by for a little visit. They know you are important to me and well they’re using you to keep me in line.”
“So this could get really dangerous.”
“That’s why I wanted you to stay in Rush Valley.” Ed explained.
“But I did help right… with the automail and all.”
“If not for you, I’d probably have gangrene by now.” Edward admitted.
“Then I’m right where I should be.” Winry said in a decided tone.
“Where’s that?” Ed looked at her confused realizing his pants were still down around his knees. He reached for them and fastened them quickly. He knew once he calmed down, he wasn’t going to get the images of her shirtless and her hands on him there out of his head.
“Well right here… next to you, right by your side.” She stated as she stepped towards the exit of the stall.
Ed couldn’t say anything. He had nothing to argue with. He simply pushed the door open for her. She stopped kissed him quickly on the cheek and scurried towards the bathroom exit. He watched her as he straightened his clothes waiting a few more moments on purpose to give her time to pass the guards before he left himself. He could hear her laughter and didn’t quite catch what the guard said to her, but he did catch what she said to him.
“If I was you boys, I wouldn’t call him a shrimp anymore. Even short guys catch a break if you get what I mean.”
His jaw dropped and he froze. His face quickly turning the crimson red of his jacket.
His face still turned red when he thought about that. There was a part of him that wanted to kick himself. A rather large part...He was a guy and most normal guys don’t turn down blow jobs from girls they find attractive. Right? Just the thought of her small hands diving into his boxers, griping him… her mouth so close, her tongue tasting the underside of the head…
“EDWARD!!! Get down here if you want to eat!” Pinako wailed from the bottom of the staircase.
~GREAT!!! The old hag always did have a wicked sense of timing. Just fucking perfect… like I’m goin downstairs like this~ He thought angrily. Shifting uncomfortable, he managed to sit upright the tails of his shirt hiding his hardening flesh. ~Quick think of something… that’s not… er… Granny naked… Mustang naked… this is not working… Damn it…~ He grabbed the scruff of his shirt behind his neck yanking it from his worked up body and threw it violently towards the closet.
“Coming you old hag… I just gotta jump in the shower.” He cried out grabbing a towel, holding it in front of his crotch to hide his erection. “A cold shower...” He muttered under his breath as he slammed the door behind him.
To be continued…
Peices of the past-
Ed chuckled as he remembered how the glowing red eyes in the helmet of Al’s armor seemed to be the size of dinner plates. The funny thing was that Ed’s hormones had shown up on more occasions than he cared to admit. There was also the obvious feelings that seemed to smack him in the face at the most inconvenient times. He closed his eyes as his mind began to replay some of the more memorable that seemed to catch in his brain for later study.
Three years earlier,
Northern wall of Briggs
“Get in there Winry… you don’t understand. I have to talk to you.” Edward hissed as he shoved her into the men’s restroom.
“But it’s the men’s bathroom Ed. There might be someone using it.” She cried in a whisper. “I really don’t want to see that.” She added as he grabbed her arm and pulled her into the empty bathroom.
“Come on we can hide in the end stall. I don’t think they’ll look for you here.” He pushed open the door to the last stall and ushered her inside locking the door as he kicked it closed.
“What is this all about anyway? And why does it seem like we’re being escorted everywhere we go.” She demanded placing her hands on her hips; Ed brought his right hand up to the bridge of his nose trying to keep the vein there from popping out.
“Don’t you understand what I’ve been trying to hint to you? I said be careful. Going off to look at that machine freaks automail was not being careful Winry.”
“Machine freak… I’ll have you know that this automail junkie is just looking out for your best interest…”
“Then you should have stayed in Rush Valley.” Ed replied trying not to sound upset. He wasn’t jealous… he wasn’t and as long as he kept repeating that in his head he’d convince himself of that soon enough.
“They said your arm and leg weren’t holding up so well in the cold. What was I supposed to do? Let you get frostbite!” She argued until she saw the look of horror on his face.
The door to the bathroom had opened and Ed pulled her to him hard wrapping his arms around her in a protective manner. He didn’t need to tell her to shut up. The look on his face said it all. Her lips started to tremble as he moved them as far back into the stall as he could.
It was a group of officers that had entered. Ed could hear them as they shuffled up to the urinals.
“Did any of you get a look at that shrimp’s mechanic?” One of them asked nonchalantly as Ed took deep breaths breathing in the scent of Winry’s hair tocalm himself from the crack about him being a shrimp.
“I heard she’s pretty hot.” The other man answered and gave a small laugh. “How old is she anyway? I heard she’s got a nice rack.”
“I dunno, probably around his age. I bet if I was him I’d be hittin that often.” Came yet another voice.
Winry stiffened in Ed’s arms mortified.
“Where is Fullmetal anyway. Isn’t someone supposed to be watching him and reporting to Kimbley?
“Yeah, Miles was looking for him a second ago. The girl’s gone missing too, wonder what they’re up to.” The first officer said in a way that made Ed’s nose want to bleed.
Ed and Winry heard the distinct sound of three zippers and the sound of the water from the sinks and finally the sound of boots moving towards the door. They both started to let out the air in their lungs that they’d been holding when they heard the distinct sound of something hitting the ground.
“Why are you so clumsy.” The first officer asked as the third bent to pick up the folder and papers he had dropped.
The two officers knelt to the floor grabbing at the scattered papers until the first one stopped, eyeing the area under the stalls.
“Wait… Who’s back there?” He ordered.
“DAMN IT!” Ed cursed.
“What do we do now?” Winry whispered her mouth skimming Ed’s ear.
“Don’t do that.” He breathed.
“Do what?” Winry asked her voice shaky.
“WHO’S BACK THERE?” Came the order and Edward cringed inwardly and hoped Winry was a really good sport.
“Yeah, um major… It’s me.” Ed tried to sound flippant but was failing miserably.
“Me? Who’s me?” The officer took a few steps towards the last stall,
Ed could hear the footsteps and started to freeze. If he had to fight, Winry was right there and could get hurt. He had no clue what to do. Thank God Winry was a smart girl. She pushed him flush against the back wall hard, dropped to her knees and pulled his shirt from his pants.
“What the hell Winry…” He cried forgetting to whisper. She glared at him for a second as realization dawned on him. “No… you… can’t…” He fumbled out remembering to whisper. The guard got closer. “It’s Fullmetal, Sir.” His voice cracked a little as Winry groped at his belt.
“What are you doing back there?” The guard asked as his hand began to push on the locked door.
“Um, what are you doing Winry.” He whispered wide eyed as she yanked down his pants. Quickly she pulled off her shirt, held it against herself and unlocked the door.
The door squeaked open and the officer peered into the stall. Winry mustered up her most outraged face, screwed on every bit of courage she could find and shouted at the guy whose eyes were glued to the scene before him.
“Can’t a guy get some matinence in privacy.” She grabbed Ed’s crotch for effect but thanks to his under used hormones he didn’t need any help with creating the right amount of embarrassment.
“You heard the lady.” Ed replied a wicked grin playing with his face. “I think we need a little more privacy, maybe a stronger lock would be helpful. Don’t you think so sir?” Ed’s smirk grew cocky and he clapped his hands together mostly for the effect.
The guard backed up as Winry shut the door hard and Ed reinforced the lock. Finally as the guard and the other two with him scrambled to leave the bathroom, Ed threw his head backwards hard against the wall closing his eyes. He took slow shallow breaths hoping to decrease his hammering heart. When he opened them, seeing Winry still on her knees, staring at his crotch, the progress he had made went directly down the toilet.
“What are you still doing down like that Winry. Come on stand up.” He was trying really hard not to panic but then again hard was not the best choice of words at this exact moment. She started at him, a look of deep thought on her face as she stuck out her tongue resting it on her upper lip. “Um… er… Winry…” He managed to stammer out, his metal hand flying to the back of his head to rub at his neck.
“Does it hurt?” She asked in awe as her hand grazed the waistband touching the skin of his abdomen where the trail of golden blonde hair running from his bellybutton downward disappeared into his cotton boxers. Her eyes were wide, like she was seeing him for the first time. Her other hand that was somehow still placed softly over his fabric clad erection began to grow bolder pressing more firmly into him.
Ed swallowed hard. Shaking his head violently side to side, he forced himself out of his daze. “WINRY!” He choked out her name, finally causing her to look up. He reached his flesh hand down towards her. “Come on, stand up.” He grabbed the hand in the most awkward position and pulled her up until she stood straight.
She caught his eye as he tried desperately to avoid hers as well as keep his from wandering any lower than shoulder level. “Was that because of me?” She asked him meekly and Ed’s heart stopped. He bent down slightly picking up her shirt handing it to her. “I could have…”
“I would never ask you to do that Winry. What you did do I wouldn’t… ask… you…” He never thought about what he was saying until he saw the look in her eyes as they started to well up with tears. “Oh please… don’t cry. I didn’t… I didn’t mean it like I’d never want you to do something like that. I just meant not here, not now.” His pulse finally started to resemble normal as she pulled her black shirt down past her bra and over her stomach. He wasn’t even going to think about how mad it made him to ponder how that jackass had seen her the way he had. “Look…” He breathed. “You are a hostage… they didn’t ask you here because I needed new automail or that they wanted you to come by for a little visit. They know you are important to me and well they’re using you to keep me in line.”
“So this could get really dangerous.”
“That’s why I wanted you to stay in Rush Valley.” Ed explained.
“But I did help right… with the automail and all.”
“If not for you, I’d probably have gangrene by now.” Edward admitted.
“Then I’m right where I should be.” Winry said in a decided tone.
“Where’s that?” Ed looked at her confused realizing his pants were still down around his knees. He reached for them and fastened them quickly. He knew once he calmed down, he wasn’t going to get the images of her shirtless and her hands on him there out of his head.
“Well right here… next to you, right by your side.” She stated as she stepped towards the exit of the stall.
Ed couldn’t say anything. He had nothing to argue with. He simply pushed the door open for her. She stopped kissed him quickly on the cheek and scurried towards the bathroom exit. He watched her as he straightened his clothes waiting a few more moments on purpose to give her time to pass the guards before he left himself. He could hear her laughter and didn’t quite catch what the guard said to her, but he did catch what she said to him.
“If I was you boys, I wouldn’t call him a shrimp anymore. Even short guys catch a break if you get what I mean.”
His jaw dropped and he froze. His face quickly turning the crimson red of his jacket.
His face still turned red when he thought about that. There was a part of him that wanted to kick himself. A rather large part...He was a guy and most normal guys don’t turn down blow jobs from girls they find attractive. Right? Just the thought of her small hands diving into his boxers, griping him… her mouth so close, her tongue tasting the underside of the head…
“EDWARD!!! Get down here if you want to eat!” Pinako wailed from the bottom of the staircase.
~GREAT!!! The old hag always did have a wicked sense of timing. Just fucking perfect… like I’m goin downstairs like this~ He thought angrily. Shifting uncomfortable, he managed to sit upright the tails of his shirt hiding his hardening flesh. ~Quick think of something… that’s not… er… Granny naked… Mustang naked… this is not working… Damn it…~ He grabbed the scruff of his shirt behind his neck yanking it from his worked up body and threw it violently towards the closet.
“Coming you old hag… I just gotta jump in the shower.” He cried out grabbing a towel, holding it in front of his crotch to hide his erection. “A cold shower...” He muttered under his breath as he slammed the door behind him.
To be continued…