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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Fullmetal_Alchemist:_Brotherhood_&_Manga
  Relationship:
      Alphonse_Elric/Edward_Elric/Roy_Mustang, Edward_Elric/Alphonse_Elric/
      Original_Male_Character(s), Riza_Hawkeye/Original_Character(s)
  Character:
      Edward_Elric, Alphonse_Elric, Roy_Mustang, Riza_Hawkeye, Van_Hohenheim,
      Original_Male_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Hooker_Fic, Edward_is_a_hooker, Alphonse_is_a_hooker, Parental_Roy, Nice
      Roy, Mute_Alphonse, Hurt_Edward, Angst, Fluff, Slow_Burn, like_really
      slow_burn, Eventual_Smut, More_tags_as_they_come, Parental_Roy_Mustang,
      Daddy_Kink, Sibling_Incest, Attempted_Rape/Non-Con, Minor_Character
      Death, Sometimes_Al_regresses_a_bit, Just_wants_his_Daddy, Protective
      Edward, Protective_Roy
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      Published: 2017-03-10 Updated: 2017-04-27 Chapters: 7/? Words: 19126
****** hook me in (and hold me tight) ******
by Guardian_Angel
Summary
     After the death of his best friend, Roy Mustang does the one thing he
     promised Maes Hughes he'd never do again.
     He hits a brothel.
     There's been some new additions since the last time he's been there.
     Two golden haired, golden eyed boys with entirely different
     dispositions. One's got quite the mouth on him and has got a
     mysterious metal leg that Roy wants to know more about. The other
     doesn't say a word and his touch is like a butterfly, fluttering and
     delicate.
     He resolves to keep them to himself, and gets them out of there
     before Edward even has a chance to get his sinful little hands on
     them.
     Mustang is an anomaly to the two boys. He treats them right, doesn't
     ask or hint for sex (although they're very confident he wants it) and
     even helps them with their alchemy. It's a problem.
     They feel.
Notes
     First FMA: Brotherhood fic. Not my main ship but I'll go with it,
     cool eh?
See the end of the work for more notes
***** decisions, decisions *****
His head is pounding already, as soon as he enters the club. The music is too
loud, the patrons too drunk and gaudy for his liking, and there's already a
woman who's spilling out of her shirt grabbing on to him and trying to kiss
him.
"I'm gay," Roy intones.
"Fuck you," she slurs, before spitting in his face, and going to torment some
other unwilling man. Roy is stoic as he wipes her spittle off of his nose and
cheeks. He doesn't care about her, or this place in the least. It's what under
here that matters.
Anybody that's anybody knows that there's a brothel under most of the clubs in
Amestris. It's not as if prostitution is illegal in the least-it's just not
something you speak about in good company. Roy used to be good company. He
didn't even go to his favorite brothel anymore.
Then Maes Hughes died, and all bets were off. Roy could feel his heart breaking
oh-so slowly. He had to stop thinking about this.
Ignoring the knowing glances people shot him, he made his way downstairs to the
mostly familiar scene of the brothel. Kimblee, the owner was standing at the
front desk, sending a man and one of the prostitutes off to a room, key in
hand. Mustang didn't like Kimblee much, with his sharp cold eyes, and
condescending smile.
"Long time, no see Roy."
"Indeed, Kimblee."
Kimblee got the message that he wasn't in the mood for talking. "Y'came here on
short notice. All your favorites are taken," he informed the man, looking
perhaps a little upset. Roy was a rich man and could afford to tip well.
"Then get me some more prospective favorites." Kimblee shrugged, before
swaggering off to a room with a tip of his hat, promising to be right back. Roy
waited with bated breath-could he do this?
When he saw the two that Kimblee brought out, he knew with all certainty that
he could not.
"How old are they, Kimblee," he blurted out, eyes widening. 
"It won't matter when I'm sucking your dick," one of them-perhaps the older one
said. He had long blonde hair that he kept in a braid and huge gorgeous golden
eyes filled with anger. He had little more than shorts and shoes on his slim
but quite muscular body. The one thing he noticed was the leg, made out of
automail. An amputee?
The other one was clearly his sibling, as he had blonde hair and golden eyes as
well. His eyes seemed to have more of a hint of green though, and his hair was
shorter. He was half hiding behind his brother, despite being slightly taller,
and looked quite shy, blushing when he met Roy's gaze.
"18 and 19 of course," Kimblee lied smoothly, but even he flinched when Roy
glared. "You can't lie to me," Roy grumbled, looking the two over, "this shit
is illegal."
The two boys stayed quiet, although the older one was openly glaring at Roy. 
"Oh come on Roy. You know some of the guys like 'em young. And besides they're
a package deal, siblings, and the cutest little things," Kimblee pointed out,
"and I'm not forcing them."
Roy stared for a little longer, looking at the two boys, and his heart was
beating just way too fast. They looked like angels to him, and he wouldn't
hesitate to just fuck  them. He was a good person though. Maes had always said
so.
Maes.
His best friend. A wonderful man with a beautiful smile and an even more
beautiful heart. He brought out the best in Roy, and was convinced that Roy was
a good person. This was his chance to prove to Maes-
"Name your price," Roy rushed out, "for me to own you." Kimblee sputtered and
the younger one's jaw dropped, as Kimblee began to say that Roy couldn't do
that.
But well, the problem was that he could. It wasn't uncommon for people to buy
concubines as young as 15 or 16 in Amestris. As long as they consented and
weren't abused it was fine. It was illegal for them to prostitute themselves
under the age of 18 however, which Kimblee was doing.
"Any price," the older one asked quietly, licking his bottom lip, "for the both
of us? Together?"
"The both of you. Together. Any price. Mine."
"Two billion cenz," the older whispered, "we're worth a lot." Kimblee smiled in
relief, and the boy smirked at Roy who seemed to be frozen. He turned around,
and began to walk back into his room, holding onto his brother's hand.
"Cash or check?"
"What," those golden eyes were on him again, "are you crazy?"
"No. I did say any price. Cash or check? Do you have a bank account? Should I
put it there?" Kimblee blinked and looked at the two boys. "You could make a
lot more just staying here for a little while longer, you know?"
Older looked at younger brother and they seemed to be having a silent
conversation with just their pretty eyes. 
"Deal." 
***
The older one's name was Edward Elric. The younger one's name was Alphonse
Elric. Roy found this out while he was at the twenty four hour open bank,
putting one billion cenz in each of their accounts. He had first bought them
long coats that concealed the fact that they wore very little underneath.
The entire time Edward mostly nuzzled his cheek into Roy's arm the entire time,
looking up at him with those devious eyes as Roy stuttered out his information.
Alphonse was holding onto his hand tightly, looking terrified to be out in the
real world.
"Are you gonna fuck us later," Edward asked bluntly, although it was quiet and
so nobody but Roy could hear him. The man was still paranoid however. "Shush,
shush," he ordered Edward, glaring down at him. The boy smiled prettily and
waited for Roy to finish, clearly very pleased with himself.
Finally Roy finished, and he practically dragged them out of the bank and back
into his car. 
"This is a nice car," Edward said softly.
"I'm glad you like it. You'll be in it lots."
"You planning to pimp us out? For two billion we'll do whatever you want-"
"You are mine," Roy snapped, and for a while, Edward was quite, thoughtful.
He kicked the back of Roy's seat during the rest of the short drive to Roy's
house. It was more of a mansion really, and he smiled with pride once they
passed the gates, and he heard Edward's breath hitch.
"Damn."
He lazily parked directly in front of the house and let the boys out of the
back. Their eyes were wide with awe, and Alphonse stopped walking for a little
while just to stare. Once they were inside and seated, Edward remembered
himself, and with the softest tone he'd used yet asked, "How would you like
us?"
***
Roy couldn't think-couldn't even breathe. He stared as Edward took off his
coat, shrugging it off to reveal pretty tan skin and a fit body. He kissed
Roy's jaw, and then his neck, and Roy was about to melt. He deserved this. He
had saved them.
I know you're a good man, Roy.
"No," Roy grumbled, grabbing the boy's smaller hands in his.
"If you're still worried about my age, I'm 17 and Al is 16. It's not that bad."
Roy looked over to Al who was on his knees, looking slightly dejected. He'd yet
to hear the boy say a word.
"I don't want sex."
"Yeah, you do," Edward snapped, glaring at him, and trying to grind his ass
back down on his crotch. "You just need to let go and just fuck us-"
"No. It doesn't matter what I want." With a considerable show of force he
lifted Edward up easily, and pinned him to the couch. Edward struggled, and Roy
closed his eyes. "I won't hurt you...just don't...okay?"
Edward stared for a long while before nodding, and slowly Roy let go of him.
Alphonse took Roy's hand in both of his, and pressed a kiss to the knuckles. 
'Thank you,' he signed slowly in sign language, and Edward opened his mouth to
translate but Roy was already signing back. 'You're welcome princess.' 
Alphonse and Edward's eyes widened comically and Roy just shrugged innocently.
There was many things they didn't know about him...and many things they'd get
to learn about him.
***** i want to know you inside and out *****
Chapter Summary
     Roy tells them his secrets. Edward begins to tell theirs. Alphonse is
     just the cutest most pathetic thing.
Chapter Notes
     Warning: Crying sniffling Alphonse and sadness all around. But don't
     worry, happiness after~
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"So uh," Edward's fingers twitch, "what...I mean, how come you've got so much
money?" Alphonse looks horrified, and Roy throws his head back and barks out a
laugh. Alphonse's cheeks warm, and Roy pats his head with one large hand. The
kid's eyes are wide, and he's still on his knees, pink lips opened in what
seems to be either shock or embarrassment.
"Well some of it is my inheritance, considering my parents were quite well off
when they died. Some of it is from my work, I'm a general in the State
Military," he informs them proudly, watching Edward's face pale and he began to
sputter. 
He couldn't seem to make words of it. "But...that's so high up."
"Right under Fuhrer." Fuhrers were the leaders of the country, considering
Amestris was a military state. He had it on good authority that he was in the
running to be the next Fuhrer, and the thought of it made him extremely
pleased. Clearly Edward was realizing just how important his master was because
he wasn't talking.
"That's //so// cool. Does that mean you're good with a sword? Bet you're good
with a sword or maybe a gun?" Edward rocked back and forth on the couch next to
Roy, all thoughts of seducing him clearly out the window.
"I can protect myself well using those things. I'm actually an alchemist
however." Edward's eyes lost their excited light. "Oh." Roy panicked
internally, but didn't do anything to show that. He wasn't a //dog// of the
military, like alchemists were so often called.
"I practice flame alchemy...but I can do others."
Alphonse tugged at Edward's shorts, before signing something at him.
'We have to tell him what he did. He's an alchemist...knows the rules.'
Edward looked to Roy, eyes huge, before poking his pretty lips out into a pout.
"Promise not to get mad," Edward tried, batting his eyelashes in an attempt to
appease Roy before he got angry-over what, he didn't know.
"No promises." Edward grumbled something, before muttering,
"Wetriedtotransmuteourmotherbacktolifewhenwewereyounger."
It took Roy a little while to decipher what Edward had said, and he couldn't
believe it. When they were younger? They were already so young! How-what-didn't
whoever teach them alchemy let them know better than that?
In the back of his mind, Roy knew he was being a hypocrite.
"We're sorry," Edward whispered hoarsely, as Roy's eyes flickered to his
automail leg. "Is that...why your leg is gone," Roy asked thickly, although he
already knew the answer.
Edward nodded once, and winced as Roy ran his fingers over the place where
flesh met metal. "Does it hurt baby," Roy mumbled, and Edward blushed before
shrugging. "It aches...a little. I don't clean mine like I should."
"You will now." It wasn't a question and Edward didn't protest. "And Al," he
looked down at the boy who was quivering, half looking ready to cry, "ah-no
need to make that kind of face, okay?" Alphonse sniffled a little bit, trying
to choke back a sob as Roy picked him up, sitting him on his lap.
The two boys were used to being touched in all types of ways, and had no qualms
about it usually. Roy was just so sweet with them, and it made them feel weird
and very warm. Poor Alphonse was shaking like a leaf.
"My brother...had a beautiful voice," Edward said weakly, "beautiful. He loved
singing. He sang to my mom, when she was on her deathbed. She thought he was an
angel. Truth...took his voice away. He hasn't been the same since." 
Tears dripped down Alphonse's cheeks, and Roy wiped them away, his heart heavy
as he watched Al basically choking on his silent sobs and cries. Not a sound
was made, and somehow that made it even worse for Roy, not being able to hear
him. He couldn't know exactly what Alphonse was feeling, or what he wanted.
"Don't cry, don't cry. It's okay, it's in the past...in the past. I've made my
share of mistakes as well..."
"Not as bad as this."
"Worse," Roy said firmly, and Edward's eyes cut over to him, "I performed human
transmutation to bring my best friend back. He died recently...I lost my
eyesight...and then I used a Philosopher's Stone made out of millions of human
lives in order to bring my eyesight back. I'm telling you, we've all made
mistakes...it's about how we move forward now, okay?"
Edward made a little strangled sound, before jumping on both Alphonse and Roy,
nearly smothering them as he brought them close. "I need you in my life. Don't
fuck it up, don't trick me. I'll kill you, I swear. If you hurt my little
brother...I'll-" 
Roy held them tight, and pretended not to see when Edward wiped furiously at
one suspiciously watery eye.
***
"Shower with us," Edward teased, kicking off his shoes and removing his socks
before wiggling his bare toes. "No," Roy huffed, as Edward pulled his shorts
off, and began to walk to the direction of the bathroom, naked as the day he
was born. "You own me. You might as well capitalize on my ass. It's miraculous,
I assure you."
Roy grunted, running a hand through Alphonse's hair-the boy refused to get up,
or pretend that everything was okay. "Sweetheart, you need to shower and eat,"
he coaxed, but the moment he tried to get up, Alphonse would tighten his grip
on him. 
Roy needed to cook dinner, as it was already quite late, and get the boys to
bed. This was not helping his cause." 
"Roy, can I wear one of your shirts please," Ed called out, nearly half an hour
later after getting out of the shower. "It's alright! Knock yourself out!" Ed
put on one of Roy's old black shorts, and a pair of his boxers that had
shrunken in the shower, before coming out of his bedroom. He had the sweetest
smile on his face at Roy's reaction, before nonchalantly flipping his long
gorgeous blonde hair.
"It's not fair, Roy gets a lapful of Al, and I don't." Alphonse didn't seem to
react much. "You're gonna make a big brother sad," Ed noted, plopping down next
to Roy, winking at him, "and here I thought you'd want to see me in Roy's
clothes...hair out. I know you like my hair."
Alphonse looked up, eyes locking on Ed, and Roy could see the boy visibly
swallowing. Ed pretended like he didn't care, strong but pretty fingers tapping
his thigh absently a few times before suddenly Al was in his lap, and Ed was
kissing him.
Well at least Roy could go cook dinner now. It took all of his self control to
actually get up off the couch, as he watched the two brothers. 
"Um, are we allowed to do this on your couch," Ed asked, sounding a bit out of
breath, as soon as Roy was hightailing it to the kitchen. "Go right ahead," Roy
replied, before hiding in the kitchen spending the next hour making curry rice.
He pretended not to hear Ed's moans-the boy was probably being loud on purpose.
He also felt guilty that he was glad about not being able to hear Al at all,
except for the sound of his breathing. 
Roy mustered up the courage to just stay in the kitchen-but the curry would get
cold, so he took the plates to the dining room, making sure to pile the plates
up high with food. "Ed and Al! Food's ready!" He heard Edward cursing-he'd have
to talk to him about his language, before the two boy were shuffling into the
kitchen. Ed looked very pleased with himself, although his hair was mussed and
his cheeks were pink.
Al looked like he wanted to melt, and Roy's knowing little look caused him to
cover his cheeks up. "Don't be shy, princess, eat up!" Alphonse signed his
thanks, before sitting in between Edward and Roy, who were both quite hungry.
Edward ate like a beast, Roy noted, and he cleaned his plate even before Roy
could.
Alphonse picked at his plate of food, and Roy was concerned. "You don't like
curry?"
'I do.'
It baffled Roy, but gently he took the spoon away from trembling hands, and
began to feed Al. The boy blushed but allowed this, and when they were done,
Roy cleared their plates, leaving the dishes for him to do tomorrow, as Edward
convinced Al to take a much needed shower. 
"Where's the extra toothbrushes," Ed yelled from the bathroom.
"Somewhere in the top cabinet," Roy mumbled, stripping down to his boxers and
sitting on his bed in front of the mirror. He looked tired-which he was. He was
at least still fit, his body toned and muscular which he had worked hard to
perfect. Being of Xingese descent, Roy's eyes were slanted and black like his
hair, which he didn't quite like on his face. However, he knew himself to be
somewhat attractive to most.
"I should stop thinking of this..."
Roy groaned, and threw himself back onto his bed, covering his face with his
arm. "Is this an invitation," Edward asked from the doorway, startling Roy and
making him sit up.
"You guys have your own rooms, you know," he informed them.
"We want to be with you."
"This isn't right," Roy huffed, as Edward stalked closer to him, licking his
lips as he straddled the man. Alphonse-where had he come from-wasn't far
behind, and he kneeled on the bed next to Roy and kissed his neck and
collarbone. Roy's breath hitched. "Y'know you're the hottest who's ever bought
us...we've had military men before," Edward admitted, "but you're just
downright sinful. Should be illegal to be this hot. You bought us and y'don't
even wanna stick it in? Fuck morals-just fuck us, Y'know I know you want to."
Edward leaned in to kiss him.
Roy lifted him up and held him away. "Please don't tempt me." It wasn't said in
a teasing manner, it was said in the voice of a tired broken man, who didn't
want to give into this sinful desires. Edward wasn't dumb.
"Fine. We'll give you time. But we're staying here." With some force of his
own, he pushed Roy flat on his back, and rolled off him. Roy rolled his eyes,
scooting up and getting himself and the boys under the covers, while Alphonse
turned off the lights.
"Don't try anything funny."
"No promises," Ed whispered against Roy's bare chest, kissing it once, and
running a finger over the man's nipple, "I want you bad."
Roy could feel Al's lips against his back, mouthing, 'Me too.' 
Chapter End Notes
     Comment, kudos, etc. Roy's got a lot on his hands, eh?
***** be my anchor, keep me grounded *****
Chapter Summary
     Riza Hawkeye comes to visit bearing clothes and medical treatment. Al
     gains a kiss. Ed loses a leg.
Riza Hawkeye had never expected the day to come. She knew plenty of military
men with a partner of their own that they had bought. It was actually almost a
thing of pride.
"I got myself a new girl the other day. A little redhead girl," she heard, as
she left one of the bases in Central Amestris. It was a soldier, leagues below
her, and she rolled her eyes as she heard it. His partner chortled and asked,
"What about that other girl?"
"Threw her out. Lil bitch got pregnant and I'm not into that." It made Riza
angry, the thought of throwing out a poor boy or girl just because you tired of
them, or they changed. Roy Mustang shared the same sentiments.
Now he was one of them, and he had not one but two boys of his own. Riza gave
him the benefit of the doubt-he couldn't be doing anything that bad. Roy had
after all asked her to swing by some clothing stores and get some outfits for
the boys. 
Most didn't like their toys to wear anything at all.
She bought many pairs of boxers, based on the sizing that Roy had given her.
"They're about 5'8, maybe 5'9 the younger one," he told her over the phone,
"both kind of skinny, although the older's got some muscle definition to him.
He told me he likes red and black. The younger likes blues and whites."
Riza followed those instructions to the best of her abilities, and well the
three trips back to her car to carry back all the bags seemed worth it. The
drive to Roy's house was a silent one for her, which was unusual as she usually
sang while driving. Thought flooded her hair. What was Roy's type? He seemed to
do anything that well, wiggled, but he spent two billion cenz on these kids.
They must be something special.
Roy was waiting for her when she pulled up, and they saluted each other before
breaking out into huge grins. Roy helped her with the bag, thank god. Riza
really didn't want to make any more trips.
She heard him before she saw him.
"Al, sit still! Close your eyes, you don't want shampoo in your eyes! Al
stooooop, down boy down!" Roy dropped the bags in the middle of the living
room, and with an apologetic smile at Riza, ran into the bathroom.
"Roy, Roy, tell Al to stop!"
"Al, sweetheart if you wanna meet Miss Riza and wear your new clothes you have
to take a shower!" Did Roy just say sweetheart? For some reason Riza couldn't
hear Al respond, instead she heard distinct splashing sounds.
"Hey Al," the unfamiliar voice cooed, and Riza got the shivers, "if you sit
still and take a shower like a good boy, Roy'll kiss you on the lips." The
splashing stopped, and Roy's sputtering was drowned out by loud raucous
laughter. 
"No fair, little brother gets to kiss you first. Now get out old man, gotta
rinse out this shampoo, mmh?" 
Roy trudged out soon after, playfully glaring at the amused look on Riza's
face. "They're a bit of a handful..." Riza rolled her eyes and replied,
"They've got you wrapped around their fingers don't they?"
How could she ever doubt the man?
Looking at him, it was clear he wasn't even aware of his own goodness. It was
at least fifteen minutes later before the door to the bathroom opened. 
Riza stared for a very long time. This couldn't be possible. Blonde hair and
golden eyes was the thing of myths-Roy had never really excelled in history,
had he?
"Roy, they're Xerxesian."
The boy with the long hair smiled sweetly at her. "What's the problem with
that?" Roy looked slightly lost, and the other child was hiding behind his
brother, worry clear as day in his eyes.
"Everyone knows that Xerxesians died out four hundred years ago-"
Roy's eyes widened as he began to recall. "Oh, that is true-the eyes and the
hair. I...forgot." Riza shook her head at him, as Roy stared at the two boys in
disbelief. 
"Can we perhaps change the subject," the older one asked with forced
politeness, before smiling genuinely as if they already agreed to do so.
"Thanks! I'm Edward, this cutie is my little brother Alphonse." 
Riza ran a hand through her own blonde hair. "Hello Edward and Alphonse," she
greeted, "you should probably put some clothes on."
"We're all adults here," Ed sing-songed, sashaying his way over to the bags. He
at least had a towel (although it was wrapped precariously low on his hips.) 
Al curled up on the floor, towel still on him, while Edward pulled on tight
black boxers that Riza agreed showed off his ass terrifically. "Alphonse, come
on. Not gonna do everything for you. Look at this. Wear it." Ed threw some
boxers, blue jeans, and a white sweater that was clearly too big for the small
framed boy at Alphonse. 
With a nod, Alphonse wore it anyway, staring at the sleeves that covered his
hands with unfiltered confusion. Meanwhile Ed had gotten himself into some
black jeans, a black shirt, and a red cloak that Riza had picked up at the last
minute. 
"Thanks for the clothes, Riza. They're cool."
"You're welcome. I'm glad you liked them." Riza felt the need for them to like
her, after all. Edward must've noticed this, because soon he was trotting over
to her, and placing himself in her lap. "Can you put my hair in one braid?" Roy
raised an eyebrow-Ed seemed to do it himself all the time.
"Of course I would," Riza exclaimed, running her hand through silky hair,
before braiding his hair. It was at least clearly much neater than if Ed had
did it himself. "You're really good at this," Ed complimented, and Roy just
wondered why he couldn't be like that around him. He was taken out of his
thoughts by Alphonse who had crawled over to him and was looking up at him with
expectant eyes.
Roy patted his lap and Al beamed before sitting in his lap happily and tapping
Roy's cheek. 'Kiss?' 
Roy noted that Alphonse had emphasized the question sign. He wasn't pushing too
much, and honestly Roy was kidding himself if he said he didn't want to. Taking
them both by surprise, he leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to Alphonse's
lips. It only took Alphonse a second to hurry up and kiss back. 
Alphonse kissed just like Roy thought he would. He kissed softly, but knew what
he wanted, although the experience in which he kissed irked at Roy's nerves
just a little bit. Roy was also the one to pull away, a lot longer after he
should've. Alphonse's eyes had darkened a bit, and a little more of the green
flecks were visible than usual.
Roy could recognize that look any day.
It was the face that he'd managed to garner from so many people at the military
base as he swaggered, flirted, and teased in between his missions. Roy wasn't
stupid, he knew what people wanted from him.
But why would Alphonse want that from him? The boy's entire sex life had been
coupled with drugs, forceful patrons, and probably doing things that he didn't
want to do. Roy figured the only time he really did want to do something, it
was with his brother.
Why would he want Roy out of all people?
Maybe he was just latching on to the first person to show true kindness to him
and his brother? Roy didn't fancy being a trial for the kid, but he didn't
voice not a single worry. Alphonse pressed his nose into the crook of Roy's
neck and huffed.
"Pretty boy," Roy whispered, hearing Al's breath hitch, "with soft pink lips."
Roy was playing a very dangerous game. His thumb brushed against Al's bottom
lip, which was quivering.
Al made a choking sound, and attempted to hide his face from Roy. It was clear
he was blushing from the compliments. Roy found it amusing.
"Roy."
Riza's voice startled him and he looked up at her. "Huh?" He noticed that she
had Edward draped over her lap, cloak off, and was pressing her fingers up
against his bare spine. Edward's breathing sounded labored and in pain.
"His back...it feels weird." Ed grumbled that he was fine, but a light press of
her fingers to his lower spine caused him to stiffen in pain. "I don't know
what it is...I noticed it earlier, he walks weird."
"It's the prosthetic. Hard to walk with...y'know?" Alphonse tapped Roy before
signing, 'He refuses to get his leg resized. It's too short and doesn't fit him
anymore, but he'll only let one girl work on it.'
"Ed, why didn't you tell me your leg was too short," Roy asked, and Edward had
the good sense to look chastised. "I didn't think it was such a big deal, it's
kind of like one of those aches you don't notice until someone touches it."
Riza looked at Edward's leg, grabbing it, and ignoring his hiss of pain.
"Don't touch-ah wait," Riza was already twisting it out slowly, and Ed bucked
to get her to stop. He was strong, and Roy feared he'd kick her in the face
with the metal leg. Alphonse apparently did too, because he got off of Roy's
lap and grabbed Ed's hands. 
Roy rubbed Edward's back, feeling the strained muscles under his fingertips.
Edward groaned in pain, squirming, and closed his eyes tight.
"Stupid little thing," he grumbled, "I don't know how I didn't notice you were
in so much pain."
"In between the brothel, bank, confessions, and me trying to get in your pants
I don't know where you'd have the time-ow Riza!" Riza had finally gotten the
leg out, and set it to the side, before massaging the skin right above the
socket of his leg. 
"How'd you lose the leg," Riza asked softly, and Ed shrugged. "Accident." 
"Looks to me like a clean sever."
"Alchemical accident," Edward clarified, because at least the massage was
soothing his sore leg. Riza hummed, and didn't comment. Edward was thankful for
it, and the pleased little smile on his face was answer enough.
Roy kissed Ed's cheek, after Riza indicated she was done. "Can I get my leg
back?"
"Of course not. It's completely shot." Edward paled, and he smacked Roy's hands
hard as they got closer to pick him up. 
"Hell no."
"Fine then, stay here," Roy grumbled, with a long suffering sigh.
***
Nine hours later, Hawkeye was gone, and Ed had refused to let anybody help him
from the couch. Not for anything, even snacks. Anytime Roy had tried and get
close, he'd swing that strong other leg, or throw his fists. The message was
clear.
"Don't you need to use the bathroom?"
"Badly."
"And don't you want to come sleep with us?"
"Yes."
"Let me help you."
"I don't need help," Edward hissed, "I can do it myself if I want. You just
wait!" Roy shook his head, and rubbed at his forehead. The boy needed to piss,
eat, and then hopefully go to bed.
He walked closer to Edward, ignoring the flailing. He could see now why Truth
had decided to take Ed's leg. The boy thought himself independent. Without his
leg, he seemed to regress to nothing. 
Roy bent down, hissing as he got a knee to the gut. He ignored the pain and
picked Ed up, holding him tight, before smacking his thigh. Ed whimpered and
glared at Roy.
Roy did it again. "Get a hold of yourself," he whispered, fingers working to
massage the heated flesh. Edward sniffled, his one leg swinging down. "It's
fucking pathetic. I can't even walk-"
"Shush now." Roy ordered, carrying him off to the bathroom, "just let me take
care of you."
"I can't," Ed whined, "I don't want you to, stop. I don't need you."
Roy huffed and continued to carry Ed to the bathroom, setting him inside. "I
won't continue to embarrass you. Do what you need to do, grab the sink to stand
and hop over to wash your hands." Roy closed the door, and walked around a bit,
hearing clattering, water running, and Ed's loud cursing.
Roy reminded himself again to get the boy to kick the habit. When he decided
the coast was clear, Roy opened the door to find Ed leaning against the wall,
looking very tired, eyes closed. He had a hand towel in his closed fists, and
he had clearly managed to get everything done.
"You alright there," Roy questioned, picking Edward up again. "Yes," the boy
replied with a whimper, as Roy carried him out of the bathroom and into the
dining room. He sat him in front of the sandwich the boy refused to eat
earlier. Ed smiled thankfully, and ate the entire thing rather quickly, before
washing it down with some orange soda. 
"Then you brush your teeth, and come to bed. Al's been in bed for over an hour
now. I'm sure he'll be happy when you're good and in there." Ed flushed in
slight embarrassment and nodded. "Sorry for...hitting you earlier."
"Don't worry about it," Roy whispered, as he quickly began to undress Ed,
"isn't this what you were wanting sweetheart? For me to undress you?"
"Don't tease me," Ed warned, as his pants were pulled off followed by his
shirt. Roy picked out a red sleep shirt that Riza had brought by earlier, and
dressed Ed in it.
Well tried to.
Ed grabbed his head and brought it closer to his bare chest before the shirt
could be buttoned. "Kiss me."
Roy didn't deny him this, kissing his chest slowly and repetitively. Ed hummed
and Roy smiled indulgently before buttoning his shirt off. Edward brushing his
teeth were entirely uneventful, and Mustang had done everything he needed
before he got to Edward. After stripping down to his boxers, he walked upstairs
with Edward in tow, and went into his room-their room.
Alphonse was sitting on the bed, big golden eyes filled with happiness, as he
caught sight of the two. "You should be asleep," Roy grumbled, as he maneuvered
them under the covers. Al turned off the light once more.
Roy began to get as comfy as he could. Edward's strong arms wrapped around his
back. "I want a leg tomorrow."
"I called that Winry girl you want so much," Roy yawned, and he swore he could
hear Edward purr, "she'll take you tomorrow." 
"Y'take so good care of me," Ed's lips pressed against his shoulder, "it's only
been two days. Y'dunno what you're getting into"
Roy agreed that he didn't. 
But he still wanted to find out.
 
***** roll me *****
Chapter Summary
     Ed gets his leg fixed. There's a ball at the base, and Roy brings his
     two favorite boys.
     Very bad things happen.
Chapter Notes
     Attempted Rape Warning, Violence Warning, Murder warning. <3 Minor
     bad guys dies though
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Winry was a cute girl.
Winry was a very cute girl. She was curvaceous, with big blue eyes, and long
blonde hair that wasn't quite as dark as the Elric brothers hair. She and
Edward chatted like old friends, and she touched Al with a familiarity that
made Roy's heart ache.
Until she began to talk to him too. "So you're the one that bought 'em? Knew Ed
was the type to go with anyone for the right price but damn," she looked him
over and winked, "young, pretty, and rich. Got yourself a steal."
"An' he's nice," Edward added, "but kinda mean. Won't fuck me."
Winry snorted, and continued to work on Edward's new leg that she apparently
had made weeks ago (which was when he was supposed to get his old leg switched
out.) The main thing was the new feature that allowed Edward to adjust height
so he wouldn't be as uncomfortable.
Roy smiled at Winry, nodding, but didn't say a word. Edward looked over at Roy,
and then mumbled, "He's a general. Got a ball and everything we're going too
later. Gonna show us off?"
"I don't want you to be bored," Roy replied smoothly, "plenty of other escorts
will be there. You'll be wearing red wristbands. It means no sharing, no
touching, all mine." Al was sprawled over Roy's lap but he shifted his hands so
he could clearly sign out, 'I'm glad you like us so much. I only want you and
big brother to make love to me.'
Roy smiled, and ran his finger over Al's cheek. The boy leaned towards the more
romantic side of things-making love, cuddling, holding hands, eskimo kisses. 
Edward mainly wanted to get down and dirty-but that was all right with Roy too.
Soon Winry was done, and Ed was walking around getting used to the leg. He was
finally standing straight up, even if his moves were slightly luggish, and as
soon as he had checked to see everything felt fine, the boy threw his arms
around Winry to hug her.
"Thanks Winry." 
Winry grinned, and told him it was no problem. She didn't even charge them,
instead yelling for them to "come again."
***
"Edward you are absolutely not wearing that," Roy hissed, squinting at Edward
who looked absolutely pleased with himself. The pants on his legs were
alarmingly tight, and Roy just knew it'd be a long night already. Coupled with
the fact that Ed refused to part with his red cloak, Roy was just out of
options and patience.
Alphonse, the sweet thing actually wore the blue slacks and white shirt that
Roy had set out for the event, but he looked sinfully scrumptious in them as
well.
After arguing with Ed a little while longer, it was clear that it wasn't
getting anywhere, and Roy shoved them into the car and broke a few speeding
limits so they wouldn't be late. Ed screamed with glee the whole time, while
Alphonse held on to his older brother, biting down hard on his neck while Ed
wiped away Al's sweat.
Roy trusted his keys with a valet and grabbed Ed and Al's hands. Al tried to
hide behind Roy, but the man wasn't having it, rubbing his cheek and telling
him that everything was okay and nobody would hurt him. Ed was proud, even when
walking through the mostly bare hallways he commanded attention, smiling
dazzlingly at everyone and winking at others.
The winking stopped after a firm smack to his ass, however.
Before they were allowed inside the ball, all three had to put on wristbands
that told whether they were off limits or not. Roy picked out red for all three
of them, which the man at the counter wasn't surprised by.
He wouldn't want to share such pretty boys too.
Roy made his entrance, opening the door for Edward who mockingly curtsied, and
Al who simply kissed the back of his hand. All eyes were on them, and for a
while only the music from the live orchestra could be heard. Edward loved
attention, soaked it up. He walked ahead of even Roy, practically forcing him
and Al to catch up which was entirely unusual for a mere concubine. 
"Why is everyone so quiet," he asked loudly, as if he didn't already know the
answer, "is it because of me and my gorgeous little brother? Probably. What is
it? That we're with you Roy?" He aimed the question at Roy, but most everyone
could hear, even if they were pretending not to eavesdrop. It seemed the music
had quieted too.
"I don't know, Edward."
"Is it cause we're Xerxesian?"
"Ed."
"Cause we'd make a hot three-"
Roy slapped a hand over Edward's mouth, cheeks flushed. "Good evening everyone.
I hope you all enjoy the ball. If you didn't know, I'm General Roy Mustang and
these two are Edward and Alphonse Elric and they are mine. Take note of the
wristbands, it'd do you some good."
Roy beamed, as Edward shook the hand over his mouth, while Alphonse looked like
he wanted to melt in a puddle. There was still silence, despite Roy's
deflecting, and then finally a voice.
"Mustang, what are you doing to that poor child?"
"Ah-Fuhrer Grumman!" The elderly Fuhrer had a disapproving look on his face
(and a very curious one) as he studied Mustang's relations with the two boys.
Roy removed his hand from Ed's mouth and Edward waved at the Fuhrer and in the
most informal way possible, wiggled his hips and yelled, "Thanks man!"

Loud gasps of anger-others of fear. Edward either didn't care or didn't notice,
because he was already pressing his nose to Al's in an attempt to calm him
down. Roy noticed Al's face looked almost blue-was he even breathing? He had to
keep his eye on the Fuhrer who didn't know what to make of Edward quite yet.
Roy was sure that Ed kissing Alphonse right after didn't help his cause at all.
"Edward, down boy," he hissed, as Ed mumbled that he wasn't a dog, and that
he'd kick Roy's ass if he talked to him like that again. Grumman grinned
widely.
"I like his spirit! Come on Roy, I've got to talk to you. Let 'em mingle a bit
eh?" Roy was hesitant, but after a quick warning to Ed and Al, he left them.
He'd regret that decision later.
***
Ed failed to say anything louder than a whisper after Roy had exited with the
Fuhrer and his wife. He was only talking to his brother-who had finally calmed
down, and was swaying in his arms. 
"Everyone's looking at you because you're so beautiful," Ed mumbled, and Al
blushed, shaking his head. 'You're the most beautiful,' he signed, and some of
the military men could actually see what he was saying, 'I love you so much big
brother.'
Ed couldn't stop himself from leaning in and kissing his little brother's lips
again. It was quick, mostly to spare Al the embarrassment. There they stood and
danced for maybe six more minutes, and by then, people had mostly moved on to
talking about what the Fuhrer could possibly want Roy for.
"Elric brothers," Edward and Alphonse looked up, to see four soldiers standing
in a line, their hands up to their forehead in salute, "Roy Mustang has asked
for us to escort you to the Fuhrer's room." Alphonse smiled, already excited to
see Roy again while Edward plotted how to mess with him again. They followed
the men out of the ballroom using the door they saw Roy exit from. 
What they didn't know is that they were being led somewhere else.
There was silence the whole walk, until Edward stopped. He couldn't hear the
music or people anymore.
"Keep walking, don't you want to see Mustang?"
"Where are you really taking us, this is too far isn't it," Edward asked, and
that's when he was grabbed by two of the soldiers. He shrieked, but logically
knew he couldn't be heard. They misjudged his strength and he was able to break
away very briefly to throw himself at the two who were on top of Al.
Ed's blood was pumping. Were they trying to kidnap them? Kill them? What was
going on? He had to protect Al-at all costs.
He bit, kick, smacked, punched, and that metal leg helped with breaking one of
the men's ribs. Ed was an animal, a loud screaming and strong animal. 
"He's feisty," one yelled out, right before he got punched in the gut, "going
to have to fuck it out of him." 
That's when both brothers realized the sickening truth.
"We're wearing red wristbands-bastards you can't do that to us-" Ed got pistol
whipped and hard. Al saw his chance, the only man touching him having a fairly
weak grip on his ankle as he kicked got free.
"Run Al, run! Find Roy, tell," Ed was pistol whipped again. And again. And
again. Until he couldn't talk anymore.
Al wasn't there to see it. He was running as fast as he had ever ran before.
His heart pounding. He had to save his big brother...
Ed was breathing heavily. Strong as he was, he was only one man, and he wasn't
good at floor fighting. They had him pinned down...he could use alchemy. He
tried so hard. 
His head kept pounding.
He heard them talk about going after Al.
He'd do it. He'd use alchemy. He would.
"Don't worry about that one. This is the one we want...and besides he seems a
bit dull. He'll end up running in circles."
Ed groaned-he was in a whole lot of pain. The alchemy-he couldn't....he was
failing. His hands clenched, but he refuse to let out a cry. Never.
His cloak was the first to come off. It was ripped off, and Edward was already
pissed. "Fucking savages. Have you no sense of danger," Ed bit back a scream
when a boot came down on his stomach, "the red wristbands mean no!"
"It means a challenge," one grumbled, wiping at his bloodied mouth, "this isn't
our first rodeo. Quiet down, maybe we'll use lube. They come in with red
wristbands, and then the next time come with yellow."
"Nah, too late for that. Pretty sure he broke a rib, no lube," another huffed,
trying to tug at his shirt. Ed tried to focus on his last resort. He had to use
his alchemy to get free. 
He failed once again at doing so, but one of them had weakened his grip on Ed's
list. A mistake because Ed's fist shot out and he punched the man in the
crotch.
Another kick to the ribs for Ed, who stubbornly refused to cry or scream. He'd
be strong and have trust in his little brother. Al would save him-he'd get Roy
and save him.
***
Al kept running and running and running. He wasn't stupid enough to try and
find the Fuhrer's room-that would waste time. He was booking it back to the
ballroom, which he got to quickly, opening the door, and slamming it loudly.
That got people's attention. Al must've been a sight, his clothes were
wrinkled, his hair a mess, there were a few bruises and scratches on his body
and he was breathing heavily.
'Help, get Roy. Get Roy now! I need Roy! Get him! Rape, they're trying to rape
my brother. Help me! Help me!'
He kept signing, hoping someone would understand-and many of the men did, one
even lifting up a sobbing Alphonse to take him to the Fuhrer's office. Al was
scared at first, kicking and trying to scream as they carried him away-but then
he realized they hadn't gone far-and soon he was placed on the floor in the
Fuhrer's office. 
Roy was saying something-what was he saying? "What happened? Al, baby? Come
on!"
Alphonse looked up, with his teary, red, and scratched up face. A soldier added
helpfully, "He was signing that 'they're' trying to rape my brother. The one
you called Edward is not with him, and we can't find him."
Roy's fingers twitched, and Al couldn't bear to look at him. He looked down at
his hands while signing, 'Soldiers did it. Soldiers. Don't know them. Said we'd
see you, that you wanted to see us. Took us so far down we couldn't hear the
ball no more. Pinned us down, but Ed fought-they let me go, he was too strong
for two. I ran and ran because Ed told me to. They're gonna rape him, don't
care about no dumb red wristbands. They'll do it. They'll do it. You have to
hurry, stop it. My brother, stop it.'
Al's fingers moved fast, but his legs moved faster, and before anyone knew it,
he was running down the hall to where he knew Ed and the soldiers were. Roy
followed, his eyes flickering with hundreds of emotions while Grumman and the
soldiers followed. They had to hurry, had to hurry.
They were running fast, but it had been five minutes-lots of things could
happen in five minutes. He couldn't hear the ball anymore-but the low murmuring
sounds that signified talking was getting louder. Roy ran ahead of Alphonse,
half out of terror and half out of protectiveness.
There was an ear shattering scream as Roy rounded the corner, and then Ed's
distinctive voice yelling, "YOU'LL RUIN ME! DON'T TOUCH ME! FUCKING HELL!"
The sight that greeted Roy when he finally saw his sweet darling boy, had him
seeing red.
Four soldiers were on top of Edward, looking quite beat up themselves, were
naked from the waist down and staring at Roy. One had Ed's shirt in his hands,
and another seemed to be in the middle of taking Ed's pants off. There was one
at Ed's head, who had a gun at Edward's head, and the last seemed to try to be
scurrying away.
And then there was Edward. Half naked, bruised, scratched up, and bleeding. His
face was bleeding severely-Roy worried he'd broken his jaw. His ribs had to be
broken, the way they were looking, and his hands-oh god. They had put
knives through his hands to pin him to the floor.
Roy didn't really remember what happened next.
Red.
Blood red.
Screams.
White hot screams.
Begging.
He had actually blacked out. When his mind became clear once again, he looked
down at his red red hands, before looking up. Grumman was staring at him with
understanding-and was that fear in his eyes? The soldiers behind him were
clearly scared, they were shaking.
Roy turned behind him-the four men who had tried to rape his two boys were
dead. They were hardly recognizable as people anymore. 
Mustang had literally ripped them to shreds. Ed was still pinned to the floor,
his breathing heavy-Roy had gotten startlingly close to him during his little
rage fit. Alphonse was pressing his face to Ed's chest, his body shaking with
the force of his sobs.
"Don't cry baby brother," Ed mumbled, blinking repeatedly, "I'm fine. You see?
I'm not crying you wanna know why I didn't get too sad?"
Al nodded, but didn't move from his position. 
"Cause I knew you'd take care of me," Ed whispered, voice thick, "I knew you'd
do everything to help me out. My smart little baby brother. I was also glad
that...they wouldn't get to you. I'd have been crushed if they did." 
Roy stood up, and Ed looked over at him. Roy sat over near his hands, his
bleeding, impaled little hands. "Don't take the knives out-just call the
doctors to do it. Otherwise I might lose 'em."
"I'm sorry," Roy whispered, "I broke my promise. I didn't protect you."
"Well we did break the old rule of not leaving with strangers, so don't even
worry about it. Besides I'm fine." Grumman had already called the doctors, and
they were trying to shove Al and Roy away to get at Ed. 
'Over my dead body,' Al signed, and so the paramedics were forced to get the
knives out, and get Edward on a stretcher with Al and Roy following far behind.
Ed was somehow still lucid, and chat up the paramedics, answering all of their
questions.
"So anyway I can go home today," he asked, after almost two hours in the
medical ward getting patched and sewn up. He was starting to feel a bit like a
puppet.
"In an hour or two. The psychologist wants to talk to you for a little while."
"You think I need a shrink," Edward sighed, waving his tightly bandaged hands.
Roy was sitting on the hospital bed next to him, massaging his one flesh foot
and leg. 
"You were beaten very badly," the doctor said firmly, "and you and your brother
were nearly sexually assaulted, surely this is needed? You might have some
psychological problems."
"Oh I know I do," Ed confirmed, "I'm perpetually angry and have serious Daddy
problems. Al's got it worse though. He's the one who needs a shrink..."
"Then we'll get you both a shrink," the doctor replied nonchalantly, looking
over at Al who was huddled up in a corner. He hadn't signed anything for a very
long time, and didn't look like he wanted to move at all. 
"I thought he was a psychologist," Edward grumbled as the doctor left, but Roy
could see the pain and fear in his eyes. "You don't have to always leave it in.
You can cry sometimes if you need to."
"I don't, shut up," Ed mumbled, but he slowly crawled closer to Roy, and
pressed a kiss to his cheek. He had bandages around the top half of his face,
where he had been pistol whipped. Roy sighed, and rubbed Ed's shoulder
carefully. 
The air in the room felt heavier.
Chapter End Notes
     I hate this chapter. It's not very well written and I have no beta.
     But oh well-comments and kudos! I love criticism!
***** scrub me raw (let my feelings free) *****
Chapter Summary
     In which Jean Havoc is a psychologist.
     Al's broken and Roy is the glue for fixing him.
     (An excuse for me to write sickening AlxRoy fluff)
Chapter Notes
     Yes, this story is fast paced but that's just how I write, sorry.
     Also, note that Al is starting to get more needy and clingy to Roy
     (Daddy.)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Their psychologist's name is Jean Havoc. Edward thinks he might be French.
Edward thinks a lot of things about the guy. He's kind of mad at him-the man
wouldn't allow Roy inside with the brothers.
"Have to talk to them myself," he told Roy, slapping his back and well-Edward
noted that Roy recognized him and at least trusts him. So he gives the guy a
chance-maybe he's not a total idiot.
"Tell me about yourselves," Havoc drawls. Edward calls him Havoc in his head-it
sounds much cooler than Jean. "Aren't you supposed to ask us questions? That's
such an open ended thing."
Havoc raises an eyebrow at him. "Really? You want me to ask you questions?"
"Yes."
"Will you answer truthfully?"
"Perhaps..." Edward looks over at Al who's rocking back and forth, knees still
drawn up, as he sits in the corner. He had refused to do anything more than
come in-wouldn't even eat.
"You should worry about him. He's lost his damn mind," Ed supplies helpfully.
Havoc hums before walking over to Al. He doesn't touch him, just sits on the
floor across from him.
Havoc sighs. "Aren't you hungry, Alphonse?" Alphonse doesn't move his fingers
to sign. He also doesn't shake his head yes or no. "He's definitely hungry. He
won't eat though."
The blonde psychologist procures a simple bag of chips from the bag he had with
him. Edward snorts, but is content to watch, laying down against Havoc's couch.
Havoc opens the bag of chips himself, instead of offering it to Al.
"Al, sweet baby boy," he says in a voice that sounds sort of like Roy's when
he's convincing Al to take a shower, "can you open your mouth for me? I know
today's been a long day and you just need to be taken care of right? You need
to eat first though, so you can cuddle in bed with Roy and your big brother.
You'd like that right?"
Alphonse is silent for a little while, but then he lifts his head and looks at
Havoc with fear in his eyes. Havoc seemed nice to him though-he wouldn't make
fun of him. Slowly he crawled over to Havoc and opened his mouth. Havoc placed
a chip in his mouth, and Al accepted it, the first food he'd had for hours.
Havoc actually got Al to eat the entire bag of chips. Ed was a bit stunned, but
then again-Roy trusted the guy. He'd better be good in that case.
"Al, can you talk to me about your early life?" Al shook his head, and
signed, 'Don't remember.'
Havoc nodded, and rubbed at the boy's forehead. "You don't remember much about
being little, hmm? What about your parents? Did you like your mommy and daddy?"
Al's eyebrows furrowed. 'I don't...know. My daddy left us when we were small. I
loved him more than the whole world but he left. I hope he's okay. Mommy died.
We tried to bring her back. I lost my voice cause of it.'
"Human transmutation," Havoc realized, and his voice was devoid of any
judgement. Al nodded, and licked his lips. 
"Do you feel like Edward takes care of you good?"
Alphonse nodded quickly, before signing that he loved, loved, loved Edward.
Edward smiled sweetly and tried to ignore the pain in his body. 
"What about Roy? He bought you...do you feel like he's your master?" Alphonse
was quiet, cheeks starting to turn pink. He closed his eyes before turning his
head. The boy was trusting though, more trusting than Edward was and he tended
to spill to anyone who showed the tiniest bit of kindness.
'I love Roy lots...but I don't know why. It's confusing. I don't think you're
supposed to love the person who's your master?"
"But Roy is very nice to you isn't he? I bet he cuddles you close, probably
hand feeds you." Alphonse nodded, blushing even more. "He probably does your
hair too, maybe picks out your clothes. Probably does all the things a good
daddy should? Feels nice doesn't it?"
Ed wondered what Havoc was getting at. Al had clearly come to his own
conclusions and promptly refused to answer anymore questions, instead bursting
into tears, and throwing himself on the floor. Havoc didn't look surprised, but
instead turned to look at Ed.
"I'd like to set another appointment with you, separate from your brother. I'd
also like another appointment with Alphonse. As you can see, I was getting
somewhere before he started to have a tantrum. I would've been surprised if he
didn't have one actually. The thing is that you're too scared to be vulnerable
in front of your brother and Al needs something else that he needs to be able
to accept by himself."
Edward wanted to protest, but looking over at Alphonse who was crying on the
floor, his hands on his head, lips pressed together. He lifted his hands, and
signed, 'I feel the weird things. He's going to hate me. Hate me.'
"He's never hated you before," Havoc pointed out, petting Alphonse's ankle,
"it's okay. It's not abnormal to do things like that. It's not bad if you need
it-I know lots of patients like you." Al coughed, and Ed struggled to get up,
before forcing himself to make the short walk over to Al. Alphonse immediately
shot up, and pressed his face to Ed's neck. 
"Um...maybe we can talk about that appointment...okay?" 
***
Roy had set appointments with Havoc for next week, before finally getting the
boys discharged and out of the hospital. Alphonse had cried the whole way back
home-Roy just didn't know what to do. He begged, pleaded, and bribed but the
boy wouldn't stop. When they got home, he refused to leave the car.
"Alphonse please, it's late. We all need sleep." Alphonse refused, shaking his
head, putting his hands over his face. Edward leaned up, and whispered
something in Roy's ear. Roy furrowed his eyebrows, but Edward seemed quite
sure, and so after the elder had entered the building he turned back to Al.
He crawled into the backseat, invading Al's space, making the boy squeak and
almost lash out. Roy leaned down, nose touching Al's own red warm nose.
"Princesses should tell when there's something wrong. Can you tell me baby
boy?" Al blubbered, turning his face, closing his eyes tightly.
He mouthed 'no.' Roy hummed, before wrapping his strong arms around Al, and
pulling him onto his lap. Al is like putty against him, all soft and pliant.
"You wanna tell me what's wrong? What happened at your appointment today?"
'I like when you take care of me. Wrap me up and hold me tight. Havoc asked me
the questions...he knew...the things I don't want you to know...said it was
normal. You won't hate me right?'
Roy pressed his lips, to Al's forehead. "Of course not. I could never hate you
babe. Don't be scared of telling me things." Al closed his eyes tight and
signed really quickly, 'I love you. Think of you like a daddy. Sometimes wanna
say it. Can't say it. It's disgusting.'
There was silence on Roy's end-and then a sigh of relief. "I was worried it was
something horrible. Sweetheart, I love you lots. More than you could know. I
know that I was a bit scary earlier, but that was because those bad men hurt
you. I can't help spoiling my cute little baby boy. Course I don't mind if you
call me Daddy. I am a sort of Daddy to you, aren't I?" 
Al's eyes widened-he made a choking sound before wrapping his arms around Roy's
neck. He's blinking back tears and coughing, while Roy rubs at his back. He
carries him out of the car, takes his baby inside the house, lays him on their
bed right next to his brother. Edward's eyes are closed but they both know he's
awake.
Roy doesn't do anything else. "Can I undress you," he asks-he doesn't need to,
he owns them. Al knows it's because of earlier, and the thought just makes him
sick, so he pushes it to the back of his mind and lets Daddy make it all
better.
Al nods, and Roy begins to unbutton his shirt. It's dirty with sweat, tears,
and snot but Roy doesn't seem to mind. He throws it in the general direction of
the laundry hamper, and takes off Al's shoes, and socks. He peels Al's pants
off of him, before standing up to get Al's pajamas. They're blue and made of
satin and make Alphonse look adorable.
He comes back quickly-Al's already hyperventilating. Roy kisses Al's cheek over
and over again, moves down to his jaw. He whispers sweet nothings in his ear
and continues kissing his neck until the boy's breathing is normal again.
"You must love Daddy so much," Roy teases, "such a cute clingy boy." Al laughs
silently, although his cheeks are pink-Ed's surprised grunt didn't help
either. 
Roy gets Al's pants on first, kissing Al's ankles after he does. Alphonse
giggles, and Roy smiles faintly.
After he pulls on Alphonse's pajama shirt, he pulls Edward into the middle of
the bed as carefully as he can. Edward opens his eyes, abandoning his facade of
sleeping. "Don't want you rolling off," Roy explained, although Ed hasn't ever
done it before. Ed doesn't care, he just likes the apologetic little butterfly
kisses Al gives his bruises.
They're at least in tranquility for now. 
Chapter End Notes
     Again, read tags. I don't think Edward will be calling Roy Daddy, and
     Al's a bit too shy to continue doing it continuously-we'll see what
     happens!
***** don't leave me here (i can't go on without you) *****
Chapter Summary
     The boys realize that Roy actually has a job to get to. He doesn't
     want to leave them alone so Armstrong "babysits."
     Armstrong will get Ed to do alchemy again if it's the last thing he
     does.
     Ed shouldn't get jealous of his little brother but he is.
Roy's alarm goes off less than four hours after he's gone to sleep. He groans-
it's Monday and Roy had forgotten his job didn't consist of pampering his two
boys. Edward groaned, mouthing against his bare chest, "Turnthatoffbaby."
Roy sighs, and turns, reaching to turn off his alarm. Ed's already rubbing at
his eye, watching Roy sit up. "What's going on," he slurs, lips poking into a
pout. He's adorable and Roy wants to press him down and press kisses to his
cheeks until the boy's asleep again. It occurs to him that Alphonse isn't there
and he panics.
"Alphonse," he calls out loudly, looking around the room, and then the sound of
feet running up the stairs followed abruptly. Alphonse entered the room,
looking slightly embarrassed. Roy visibly calmed.
"Where were you? Why'd you leave?"
'I woke up...went downstairs. Can't sleep.'
Roy frowned, and Edward groaned lightly. "Pillows come back. It's too early for
this."
"I've got work," Roy mumbled apologetically, leaning down and kissing Ed's
cheek lightly. A mistake, because Ed wrapped an arm around his shoulder and
nearly pulled Roy down on top of him. "No work today. I'm tired."
Gently, Roy unwrapped that arm from around him, and kissed Ed's bandaged hand.
"I'm sorry. I really have to go. How am I to be Fuhrer if I don't go to work?
Can't just skip so I can spoil my boys." Ed glared at him, before turning his
head, already mad at him for very little reason. 
"Go away," he whined, and Roy didn't have the time to sit there and attempt to
console him. He turned to Al who had clearly already showered and dressed
himself-which was a bit weird to Roy. A quick glance at the clock told him he'd
have to hurry.
"Try and comfort your brother please," he whispered to Al, as he ran down to
the bathroom. He took a fairly quick shower, and brushed his teeth, before
running back up the stairs and getting dressed in his uniform. No sooner than
he got his boots on, and was getting ready to call someone to watch the boys,
Al had wrapped his arms around Roy.
"Hey baby boy, you want a hug?" Roy hugged him tight but Al was unmoving, arms
tight in a vice like grip. Roy sighed again, and lifted Al up, carrying him as
he walked over to the phone. He checked the schedules, and realized quickly the
only person off duty who he sort of trusted was Armstrong.
Armstrong yelled over the phone. He was absolutely ecstatic. He apparently
hadn't been able to make it to the ball, and he really wanted to meet Roy's
"pretty little things" as he called them.
Roy hung up the phone, and walked around coddling Alphonse while Edward limped
down the stairs angrily, throwing himself on the couch, and immediately
regretting it. His long hair was mussed, and Edward really couldn't fix it-his
hands were out of commission.
"Why don't you help your big brother get ready," Roy attempted, but Alphonse
wasn't having it, already starting to sniffle at the thought of Roy leaving.
"Don't cry baby. You have to promise me not to cry okay?"
Al's face was adorable as he sniffled, trying to make a serious face. He
nodded, agreeing to not cry, although it was a very tall order. Luckily a few
minutes later there was a knock at the door. Roy rushed to open, bouncing Al
slightly and making him cling tighter.
The first thing Al noticed was that this Armstrong guy was huge, even bigger
than Roy. Al's eyes widened as those startlingly pretty blue eyes fixed
themselves on him.
"Mustang, the stories about him don't do him justice-he's extraordinarily
beautiful! Exotic even."
Al just knew he was already blushing, and Roy's eyes on him seemed to confirm
that. "What do you say, Al?"
The teen just looked away, putting his head in Roy's chest. Roy sighed and
looked up at Armstrong. He winked and then..
"I'm sorry Al. I really have to go. Remember your promise-" Armstrong lifted Al
from Roy's arm, which immediately cause the boy to kick and open his mouth in a
silent scream. It was awful, and Roy knew he'd come to regret it as he left.
He had no choice though.
Al sniffled, shoulders shaking, as Armstrong set him down on the couch next to
his brother. Edward looked from Armstrong to his brother who was fighting the
good fight, trying not to cry.
Armstrong's eyebrows drew together. "Don't cry little one. Mustang will be back
in a matter of hours." Al coughed, wincing as Ed threw his metal leg on his
lap. "No need to cry about it."
It was easy for them to say, but hadn't Al's father done the exact same thing?
Ed seemed like he didn't care, but Al did. He abruptly stood up, pushing Ed's
legs off. 
'You don't understand. It hurts me. Leave me alone.'
Ed's eyes softened, but Al was already stomping up the stairs angrily.
Armstrong rubbed at his head, before looking over at Ed who angrily kicked the
coffee table. When he noticed Armstrong staring, he sneered.
"Get out of my face. God, you're huge," Ed huffed, although he did look
slightly impressed. Armstrong flexed a bit, and Edward squinted at him. 
"What are those things on your hand...are they for punching?" Armstrong nodded
once, before adding, "And my alchemy. See the alchemical circles on them?" He
lowered his hand, and Edward ran his hands over the circle, tracing it.
"Circles are such bothers," Ed hums, "but I'd much rather have to still use
them, then have this stupid leg." Armstrong hummed, and seemed to agree with
him.
"Yes, I didn't know you still did alchemy."
"I don't." Armstrong raised an eyebrow and then asked why. Edward crossed his
arms before mumbling that he was scared. Armstrong snorted. "Then man up.
You're the older brother! Your body is clearly not at it's peak, unlike mine,"
Armstrong flexed, Edward twitched, "and so alchemy is one of the few ways you
can protect him!"
"I protected him just fine the other day."
"And you nearly got yourself raped. What do you think getting him away does if
you yourself gets hurt? He seems quite unstable. The only way to protect him is
to keep the both of you safe. Think about it this way-would your brother
survive in this world without you?" 
Ed's blubbering seemed to annoy Armstrong. "Man up! Come on," and then
Armstrong was gently lifting Ed off of the couch, and carrying him. "I'll get
you doing alchemy again. Besides, maybe if you're good enough...you could
become a State Alchemist."
"First of all, put me down. You're gonna crush me...and don't I have to be
twenty one to be a State Alchemist? It's appealing...then I can go to places
with Roy right?"
Armstrong shrugged. "I'm sure they can make an exception for you, especially
with Roy's help. It's a good thing right?" Ed nodded slowly, and he smiled
softly. "It's better...if I can do something. And if I can protect Al. That's
all I want. I don't care about my-"
"You should care about yourself." Armstrong cut him off. "That's another issue
entirely. It'll be a little harder to do alchemy like this, with your hands
bandaged like that. Are you up for it?"
Ed bit his lip as Armstrong set him down in the bedroom that Ed was supposed to
be sleeping in, and began to push the furniture around. The teen dropped to his
knees and pressed his hands to the floor.
"I haven't done alchemy since I was ten years old. I'm almost eighteen now."
"And?"
"I've just had my hands punctured through."
"And?"
"The last time I did alchemy, I transmuted a monster-who wasn't even my
mother."
"And?" 
Ed realized Armstrong wasn't going to let this go. He twitched, and he could
just feel his stomach turning. He felt a little sick, and put his hands on the
floor. Armstrong grunted. "Are you gonna do it or not?" Ed's head started it's
pounding. 
"I'm hungry," he whined, "really hungry. And I need a shower." Armstrong glared
at him, as if looking right through him, and for a second Ed thought he might
refuse. The man's eyes softened though, and he lifted Ed right up.
"Of course! Youth like you must eat and sleep so they can get very healthy and
very strong."
***
After a very awkward shower, during which Armstrong kept his eyes respectfully
closed as Edward washed his special bits. Edward didn't seem to mind either
way, the only thing bothering him were the horrible injuries scattered across
his lean frame. It made it extremely painful to stand, and the best position he
could find was laying down which really wasn't at all ideal for a bathtub.
So he conceded, yes he needed someone to supervise him while he took a bath,
but didn't actually really want anyone to bath him, despite Roy's insistence.
Following the awkwardness, Ed immediately broke the silence by wrapping his
dripping wet arms around Armstrong's neck, startling him out of his stupor and
demanded to be carried to the bedroom. 
Armstrong conceded, and carried Ed upstairs, rewrapping his bandages with care,
before making the boy eat his entire plate of pancakes. Al ignored them, a
shivering lump under the sheets. 
"Alphonse, want some pancakes?" Al didn't respond, not even when Ed straddled
his hips, wincing in pain as he rocked on him. "Come on, Al. Al please? I'm
sorry," Ed didn't know what he was apologizing for. Al lowered the blanket to
fix Ed with a glare.
"I'm sorry...sorry," Ed whispered, pleading almost, "little brother..."
Al wasn't having it. He was pissed and that apology wasn't doing anything to
fix it. He turned his head when Ed tried to kiss him, before forcefully pushing
him back. 
Ed's ribs were still broken. He still had bruises and cuts all over his torso,
and it seemed Al remembered at the last second because he shot up, staring down
at Ed who's face was pinched. "Alright, damn I get it," he wheezed, entire body
shaking as he sat back up.
'I fucked up...sorry.'
Al scratched his cheek. 'You've always been with me...taking care of me. And
you got hurt because of me and I keep hurting you more. I'm sorry you don't
have a better little brother, you deserve it. I don't know what's wrong with
me-'
Ed kissed him, slow and sweet. Al's eyes were wide, but soon they began to
close until he was kissing back. Edward pulled away and bit his lip. "I've got
to go...be a better big brother. Clearly if you don't know how much I love you
and how much you mean to me then I need to be much better. You sit here, eat
your pancakes, be a very good boy okay? Until Roy comes home? Can you do that?"
Al nodded, looking like he wanted to protest. Ed wasn't having it, leaning in
to kiss him again before hurrying out of the room as quick as he could in his
impaired state. Al looked over at the plate of cold pancakes on the bed-Roy
wouldn't be happy about that.
He still ate it.
***
Armstrong had set up plenty of pillows on the floor for Edward to sit on, which
the boy was exceedingly thankful. He rubbed his hands on the wooden floor,
getting a feel of it. 
He could do it.
Edward closed his eyes and thought about performing alchemy. He could feel the
power of the ground, and knew that it was possible for him to do so. Ed and Al
had spent two years learning alkahestry in Xing, although neither had actually
succeeded in fully performing alkahestry.
It made things a lot easier and well-the floor under him flashed, and he had
transmuted a panel into a heart. Ed's heart fluttered and he looked up at
Armstrong, smiling widely.
"I did it," he mumbled, running his hands over the wooden heart. Armstrong's
mustache twitched. "That's great. Now put it back."
There was a struggle. First Ed's legs and back started to cramp, and he really
couldn't focus. After that he lost a bit of confidence, and just flat out
refused to do it anymore.
"You were doing good. Don't get frustrated. Imagine..." Armstrong grabbed a
pillow from the side. "Imagine I have your brother here, with a knife to his
neck. He's crying, looking at you with those huge eyes." Edward was already
enraged, the wooden heart got transmuted back into the floor almost
immediately.
"Yes that. But what will that do? Putting a floor board back in won't help your
brother will it? You need to defend him. Keep imagining. I've sliced his lips,
his cheek, and I'm scratching at his neck, causing him pain-what will you do-"
Armstrong was cut off by the floor raising from under him and throwing both him
and the pillow up. It was a long range attack-alkahestry. 
Ed's lips poked out in a pout when he noticed Armstrong rubbing his lower back.
"Did I get ya good?" Armstrong grunted, before putting two thumbs up. "Good
job, young Elric! Now put the floor back before Mustang gets upset."
***
Hours upon hours later, Edward was tuckered out, laying on the floor of the
bedroom, and begging for Armstrong to not make him do more. His joints hurt,
his muscles were tired, and if crying was what needed to happen, Edward was in
the mood to cry because he couldn't go any farther at all.
"Fine. I forget that my superior body can handle much more than yours. Besides,
Mustang should be here any second now, and I doubt he'd like it if I hurt you
too much."
"You're right. I wouldn't." Edward nearly pissed himself, when Armstrong turned
to reveal Roy Mustang with his arms crossed and an unhappy look on his face.
He'd deny that he screamed though-but he did.
"Where did you come from?"
"Work," Roy replied dryly. He took great pleasure in scaring the bigger man,
although he actually was a bit angry. "What are you making Edward do?" Edward
groaned over dramatically and made grabby hands at Roy, begging with his eyes.
"It's a secret."
Roy walked over to him, lifting and carrying him princess style, before walking
past Armstrong. "This little 'lesson' is done for today. Although," he smiled
slightly, "although I expect to see you again?"
"Roy are you trying to kill me," Ed asked, as Armstrong clapped his hands
together, before winking at Roy and running downstairs, singing off tune at the
top of his voice. Roy didn't say anything the entire time, until he heard the
door close with a slam.
"Nope. Where's your brother?" 
"Went under the sheets, hasn't come out again." Roy frowned a bit, and then
sniffed Edward, making the boy snort. "I still took a bath. Armstrong watched-
aw don't glare like that. He's a gentleman, all like," Edward lowered his voice
to sound like Armstrong, "I refuse to look at the young Elric when he is in
such a vulnerable position. His chastity must be protected!"
Ed rolled his eyes. "It's like nobody told him that I was a prostitute," he
added nonchalantly, "I don't have any chastity left. Maybe Al, a little. I'm
pretty good at distracting the guys." He smirked, despite Roy looking very
pissed.
"Shut up about that. Let's go cheer up your brother. Maybe we should get him
some food, pamper him, treat him nice."
"Whenever I wanna cheer him up, I usually just offer to bottom," Ed grumbled,
"but we can do your way instead"
***
Their precious boy was fast asleep under the sheets when they snuck into the
room. Roy set Edward down on the bed, making the bed shift slightly, but Al
didn't stir. Ed leaned down and kissed Al's cheek slowly, before kissing his
nose, forehead, and back to his cheek. Soon Al's pink little face scrunched up,
and he pouted, before cracking open one eye.
His hands seemed to sluggish to sign, but Ed knew what that look meant anyways.
He kissed Al's lips, before mumbling, "Roy's back." Al blinked over and over
again, before turning his head, eyes widening as he got a good look at Roy. 
Al made grabby hands for Roy and Roy leaned in close to kiss his cheek, and
lift Al up on his lap. Ed thinks it's wonderful. "Now that you're both here-
I have something to tell you. Today Armstrong was te-"
Alphonse started to cry. Edward shut up immediately, eyes softening as Roy
rocked him back and forth. "It's okay, baby," Roy soothes, "I'm here now. I
have to work to make money...otherwise I can't become Fuhrer, alright? And I
also need to make you lots of money. Treat my baby boy very well."
Edward felt...small. Roy probably didn't mean it. My baby boy. Well, Edward
wasn't a baby. 
"Don't cry, little brother," he tried to console, but Alphonse pulled away from
him like he was burnt. Edward blinked. "Al?"
Al shook his head and gripped Roy's shirt. Edward nodded understandingly.
"Alright." Edward crawls off the bed. "I have to use the bathroom," he
declares, but Roy's not paying attention, focused on soothing Alphonse.
Edward can barely walk, but he manages. It's horrible, and when he gets to the
bathroom, he finds himself vomiting into the toilet. His stomach cramps, and
he's delirious.
"Roy!"
There is no response. Edward twitches, flushing the toilet, only to vomit
again.
"Roy, I need your help," he calls out.
"I'm busy with Al! Wait for once, Ed?"
Ed flushes the toilet. Everything hurts. He has to crawl out of the bathroom,
and back into the bedroom. Al is clutching Roy tightly, signing something that
looks suspiciously like 'Daddy' while Roy rocks him back and forth. 
"It's okay. I love you, alright? So much. You know that right?" Alphonse nods,
and leans in for a kiss. He gets it.
Edward's heart clenches. Roy hasn't kissed his lips yet. 
He chooses to sleep in the room he was meant to sleep in originally. Roy's too
worried about Alphonse to worry about Edward until after he's already curled
up, pale, and asleep.  
Roy enters the room, quiet as a mouse, turning on the light to see Edward. The
poor thing is sweating, despite having thrown his clothes off, and being only
in his boxers. Ed was in the fetal position, and could barely keep his
breathing steady.
"Ed," Roy warns, shaking Edward's shoulder. Edward wakes almost immediately,
which is entirely unusual. His eyes are fevered. "Ed, do you need to go to the
hospital?"
The teen shakes his head, gripping his blanket, and pulling it over his head.
"I'm good. Real tired, Roy," he whispers, "go back to your room."
"You were calling me earlier.
"Don't need you anymore," Edward lies, because Edward does need him. His
stomach hurts, and he feels like shit. Roy peels back the blanket. "Is it your
injuries? Your ribs?"
My heart.
"My gut," Edward admits, Roy's too-warm hands touching over Edward's bandages.
They're everywhere, over his still healing broken ribs, and down to his bruised
stomach. His right abdomen is bulging slightly.
Roy looks disturbed. Edward wraps his sore arms around himself. "That isn't
helping," he snaps harshly, "leave me alone." The way he's acting is strange.
Ed's ashamed, but he's also too prideful to ask for forgiveness.
The older man is quiet for a little while. "This isn't a ploy to get sex is
it?" Edward stiffens-why the hell would he do that? "No," he whispers, pressing
his face to the pillow.
He's shaking-the pain is horrible. "Ed, I don't have time for this," Roy says
lightly, "you know your brother can't scream. He's having nightmares..."
Edward knows-and whatever pain he has is overshadowed by the thought of his
brother crying and screaming with nobody there. He loves Al more than he loves
himself. 
"Then go," he whispers, struggling not to vomit again, "I'm okay. Really, I'm
feeling better." Roy eyes him with a bit of suspicious, but ends up bending
down and kissing Edward's head. 
"Alright, night Edward," he mumbles, turning off the light.
 
***** the law of equivalent exchange (a heart for a heart) *****
Chapter Summary
     Alphonse does something bad.
     Edward's heart is broken.
     Introducing August and Avery.
Chapter Notes
     So I'm introducing a new chara-two new ones. August and Avery. I
     imagine August as an older brother-sort of to them? He'd be paired
     with Riza.
'I hate that he's gone,' Alphonse pouts, signing furiously.
He's forcefully waking Edward up. Edward whimpers, pain shooting up his ribs
and stomach. A string of curses leaves his lips as he flails around. Alphonse
pins him down, still straddling his lap. He's angry-or perhaps sad. Edward's a
little scared.
"Bubba," Edward whines, "It hurts."
Alphonse eyes Edward suspiciously. Edward's always like this when he's just
waking up. He doesn't articulate his words and acts like a child. 'Sleep in
here, why?'
It's been more than a month since the sexual assault and a lot has happened.
Edward apparently had appendicitis and his appendix had to be removed. He's
also sleeping in a different room from Alphonse and Roy. He claims he needs
space. 
Mustang wondered if he's having a crisis. Edward swears he's not-but he is.
"I just feel like it," Edward replies, biting his bottom lip.
'You no want to sleep with me anymore? What can I do?'
"This isn't about you," Edward starts, lifting Al's hand and kissing his
fingertips, "I just don't feel like it. Are you upset? Isn't your Daddy there
with you?"
Al nodded a bit, but he was still pouting. 'Daddy is warm and he gives good
cuddles and kisses. Why don't you want to share Daddy?'
"He's not my Daddy," Edward snaps, and Alphonse' eyes widen, "He's yours. And I
don't kiss him. We don't kiss."
'You could. He'll give you plenty of kisses.'
"No, he thinks I'll try an' fuck him," Edward grunts, lifting Alphonse with him
as he sits up. Edward's been going through training with Armstrong lately. It's
helped get his muscle definition back and well-his alchemy's pretty damn good
now too. He hasn't told Roy yet. Doesn't know how to.
He's a goddamn punk.
He sets his little brother down on the bed. 'I miss you baby,' Alphonse tries,
nuzzling Edward's neck, 'I want you.'
Edward shakes his head. He doesn't want to mess up everything. "Gonna go
shower." Al isn't happy. He follows Edward out of the bed and into the
bathroom. 'I help you. Please. I need you.'
He doesn't. Edward knows this, but he's a sucker for that pout and those watery
gold eyes. He nods shortly but holds it off for a little by brushing his teeth
first. Alphonse watches him, waiting until he's done to slither up close to
him. He's taller than Edward, and so he tips up the boy's head in order to kiss
him. Alphonse tastes like syrup and something else Edward can't quite decipher.
Maybe it's the taste of Roy.
Edward kisses back despite himself. He wants this-he likes it. It takes him
less than a minute to realize that he's not going to be the dominant one here.
Al doesn't usually top, but when he does, most of the time he's slow and sweet
and takes his time stretching Edward for his cock.
He's rough.
He's nipping at Edward's bottom lip, and his fingers are digging into Edward's
jaw. It hurts. Edward thinks he deserves it. Al's angry it seems. 
Edward will take whatever he gets.
Alphonse tugs his tight little boxers off and Edward's naked. He's never minded
being naked in front of Al. Alphonse presses his face to Edward's neck, biting
down, before soothing the spot with his tongue. His nails rake down Edward's
back and Edward moans. He moves to touch Alphonse and his hands are slapped
away.
"No," Alphonse mouths, before signing 'You're mine now. Everyone will see.'
Edward doesn't understand, but Alphonse is back to biting him again and sucking
hickies into his chest. He rips a moan out of Edward when he latches on to one
of the teen's nipples. 
"Al," Edward huffed, "Al come on."
Al sucks at the right nipple while pinching the left, before switching to the
left and pinching the right. Edward's back is arched, and he can't even think.
His hands have nothing to hold-nothing to touch. He slaps them over his mouth,
while Al drags his teeth down Edward's abdomen. 
Al's mouth is perfect and hot, and he licks slowly down Edward's pretty thighs,
sucking more marks, and peppering kisses wherever he can. Edward whimpers, as
Al kissed the tip of his hardening cock. "Al, please?"
Finally, finally Al wraps his lips around Edward's cock, taking him into his
hot wet mouth and hollowing his cheeks. Edward chokes out a sob. This was
heaven. Al's mouth was a blessing.
He'd always been so good at this. 
"Bubba," Edward whimpers, as Al ran his tongue on the vein over the underside
of Ed's cock, "Bubba, fuck me."
Al's fingers dug deeply into Ed's ass, as he continues to fuck Ed's cock into
his throat. He pulls off, peppering kisses all over Ed's cock.
'Shower, come to bed.' Al stands up, and pecks Ed's lips, before walking out of
the bathroom. Ed's nervous and slightly confused. "Uh...okay."
***
Edward emerges from the bathroom a little while later. There's a towel around
his waist, and the other one is around his hair. It's getting really long, but
Edward refuses to get it cut. 
Al's on the bed completely naked. He has lube with him, as well as condoms.
There's also a towel over Ed's sheets. Ed chews on his bottom lip nervously. Al
pats the bed, and Ed shuffles over, dropping the towel around his waist on the
floor. He crawls on the bed, closer to Al, tilting his head to kiss the younger
teen.
Al cups his cheeks, kissing him back so sweetly and tenderly that Edward thinks
he will melt. Al's lips are so soft and perfect and warm against his. Edward
crawls into Al's lap, dick rubbing up against the younger's abdomen, as they
continue to kiss. Ed's already half hard, and Al's fingers playing with his
nipples don't seem to help.
"Al," Edward begins, but Al smacks his ass to get him to shut up. He's got
Edward and he knows what he wants...as well as what he needs. Al reaches for
the lube, twisting the cap off before dipping his fingers into the oil. Edward
shifts back slightly, spreading his legs to give Al better access.
It's Al's turn to blush.
Edward smiles smugly, his fingers running over his pink little hole. "Al," he
murmurs lowly, "y'know...I haven't gotten fucked in forever. 'S a shame, don't
you think? Finally got bought out by the perfect man and-and he doesn't even
like me all that much." 
Alphonse doesn't understand. He's not moving, sloshing his fingers around in
the lube. He rolls his shoulder in a motion for Edward to keep talking.
"Al, come on. Please?" 
Al repeats the same motion.Edward groans. "Just fuck me, Christ. I mean...I'm
hot. When I'm not injured, I'm hot so most of the time I'm hot and exotic and
clearly the member of a race that's supposed to be extinct I guess. And I'm
underage. And I talk too much. I'm basically a fetish. People should be honored
to own me. Roy likes having me. I'm pretty and I get it-but he doesn't actually
like me in that romantic way. He doesn't want to touch me like that. I want to
say I'm not jealous of you, but I am sweets. It's just not happening and I'm
telling you this in good faith. You wouldn't tell on me, would you?"
His brother doesn't respond. He seems to be shaking. Ed squints, before sitting
up, and closing his legs. "What is it, Al? Al?" He leans in, and grabs Al's
wrist.
The teen pulls away automatically, slapping his hand away.
He's angry, Ed realizes.
"Brother?"
'Why don't you tell him that? Instead of sleeping here, you sleep with him.
Maybe you'd realize what an idiot you're being. I thought I would try to
convince you to come back and talk to him, after a little bit of this but I
can't even go through with it. You're avoiding him. It's not fair to him.'
Alphonse stands up. 
'Every day he's upset. Wondering what he did to upset you...and turns out it's
all in your head...'
Ed's silent as Alphonse gets dressed. He draws his legs up, and presses his
face to his knees. Of course. Al hadn't slept with him in a long time. Hadn't
even kissed him in weeks yet all of a sudden he wanted to do it
with Edward again.
He was doing it to get information? Edward didn't want to believe it. He wanted
to think that Al wanted to sleep with him...wanted to kiss him.
"Don't," Edward starts, "leave, baby brother." He looks up, biting down so hard
on his bottom lip it begins to bleed. "I'm sorry. Don't leave."
'You're isolating yourself. And then you ask me not to leave?'
Edward visibly wilts. "Never mind," he grits out, "I get it. You're pissed.
But...can I ask you not to do something?"
'What? Don't tell Daddy what you said?' Al was completely dressed already. 
"Don't...do that again. The...sleeping with me for information. I'll give
you anything you want. Tell you anything if you ask hard enough. I just...I
can't handle. Please, just promise me that?"
Ed's shaking very badly. Al stares for a while. 'You don't get anything, big
brother.'
He leaves.
Edward crawls off the bed and goes into the bathroom. He takes another bath. He
doesn't feel clean anymore. After that long bath, he brushes his teeth again.
He's hungry, but he doesn't want to eat. Not if there's a chance that he has to
see Roy or Al.
Him and his brother have never fought like this.
Edward needs a breather. He needs to leave. He writes a quick note to Roy and
Alphonse, before opening his bedroom window and jumping out. He lands perfectly
on his feet, and is already a mile away before Roy tentatively comes upstairs
with a plate for Edward. He knew the two had argued and went up to try and get
Edward's point of view.
Edward was gone.
On his bed, there was a little piece of paper.
"Going out for a bit. I promise to be back. I'm owned anyways so I can't run.
Sorry. -Ed."
***
Ed knew that he'd get stared at quite a bit, but he chose to ignore the stares.
Walking around the park, he'd get followed by curious people, who tilted to
check if his eye color was what they thought they saw, or would have a double
take when realizing just how pretty it was.
He was kind of proud, kind of annoyed. It was harmless though and Ed knew that
he'd probably be able to take on anybody that wanted to kidnap him or some
stupid shit.
He wasn't expecting to be directly called out to however.
"Hey! Hey, you! Boy with the hair in the braid in the red!" Edward turns around
to see that there's a man, maybe a few years older than himself, holding a baby
and running towards him.
His cheeks are pink, and the baby is giggling loudly as the man finally catches
up to Edward.
"I...I wasn't sure," the man is heaving, "that you were what I thought you were
but you are."
"What?" Edward lifts an eyebrow, until the man looks up directly at him.
He has golden eyes.
He's blonde with golden eyes.
"This isn't possible," Edward gasps, "it's not. We're the last ones."
"There's more of you? More of us?"
"My brother and my dad but who knows where he is. You're...Xersexian? You
know...we're all supposed to be dead," Edward whispers, smiling a little,
"Name's Edward, by the way."
"I'm August," the man replies, before pointing to the child in his arms, "my
son is named Avery." Avery also had the telltale Xersexian genes, which tended
to run dominant even if the other person wasn't from Xerses.
"Hey August. Hey, baby Avery," Edward coos, smiling a little more when Avery
pulls at his nose. August grins. "Come sit with us? I haven't seen another
person from my race since my mama died."
***
August is twenty-two and a single father. He tells Edward that Avery's mom used
to own him, but that she had let him go after having Avery. Didn't want to deal
with a baby being a high society woman.
"It's hard being an orphan and being young and pretty," August mumbles
mournfully, "So I did what I had to do. Resulted in this little miracle. He's
two now. Hard to find a job and take care of him. Had to take up escorting
again, until I'm hopefully bought. Not many people want to buy a guy with a
kid, exotic or not." 
Edward smiles tightly. "I think you'll find yourself a good person. My owner
walked in-and basically bought me and my brother for no other reason than we
were pretty. He prefers my brother though."
"He good to you?"
"Yes, very good," Edward admits, "He's hot and he's rich and he is perfect.
Name's Roy Mustang." August makes a little surprised sound. "Heard he was going
to become Fuhrer. You got it good, dude. Don't sweat it. You're a good kid.
He'd be dumb not to want you." Edward bites his lip again.
"Maybe." 
Avery bops his father on the nose, babbling nonsense. August pecks him right on
the cheek. Avery's a cute baby, with a full head of blonde hair, and chubby
cheeks. He looks healthy enough but August just looks tired and skinny.
"He's angelic, isn't he? The perfect baby," August brags, "And he's so smart!
Gonna do better than his daddy. 'S why he's not going in no orphanage. Soon as
they turn fourteen, they start pimpin' them out and that's not a life for my
son even if it's a life for me."
Edward agrees. Avery's got to be an angel.
They talk for hours more. Edward's snarky personality begins to show and well-
August is almost as bed. He teases Edward for being short while Edward pokes
fun at August's accent. Edward rants. He tells him about his father and what
happened with Al and his feelings about Roy. He talks about the almost-rape. He
whines about alchemy training. Edward even tells him about the accident that
took his leg. 
August shakes his head and presses his hand to Edward's. "Ya get stronger
'cause of things like that. Don't you worry your pretty lil head. You'll be
just fine. Y'know alchemy is from Xerxes. So is alkahestry. I studied
alkahestry more so though. Alchemy is somewhat unnatural."
Edward can agree with that.
"You were just a lil baby when that happened. Didn't know any better. Don't be
guilty, man."
Edward's heart swells. He can't help feeling guilty. Avery's sleeping, pressing
his little face to August's neck, and snoring quietly. 
"Edward!" Ed cringes, immediately standing up and squatting behind the bench.
It's Hawkeye and she doesn't look the slightest bit upset. "I can see you," she
snickers, still in her uniform. She had just gotten off work, and although Roy
had told her that Ed was gone, she didn't expect to see him here.
"Worth a try," Ed mumbled, walking around to sit next to August who was looking
at his baby. Riza was staring at him, her eyes going wide.
"This is a statistical anomaly," she informs the both of them, as August looks
up at her through her lashes. "Leave it to Roy. Just leave it to Roy," she
mumbles to herself. 
"This is August and his son Avery," Edward introduces, "August, this is Riza
Hawkeye. She works with Roy." August grins cheekily. "Believe me, I know who
she is," he replies, shaking her hand. 
He looks up at the sky. "Ah, it's time for my work. The military men are
getting off work and now it's time for me to get them off. You've got my
number, kiddo. Call me." Avery begins to stir as he stands up, whimpering a
little.
"Ah, ah. No crying. Papa's gotta make that money, mmh?"
Edward pouts a little. This was dangerous. He had a horrible experience with
some of the military men and although August was pretty fit, he was still
skinny and definitely couldn't fight off anything if a group came at him.
"Hey," Riza calls out, "You? You'll be okay right?"
"Yes, Miss. I'll be okay," August assures her, and Edward sees Riza's hand
clench. 
He gets a bright idea. 
"You've got a thing for blondies, don't ya," he whispers to her, and she
startles, "and I bet you like kids."
"Edward, what are you doing?"
"If you buy him out of the business, I get to see him whenever and he's old
enough to babysit us when you guys are busy and he's probably related to me
somehow so pleeeeeeeeease." 
"No." 
"Pleeeeeease."
"No."
Avery lets out a loud wail, and August shushes him, rocking him back and forth
carefully.
Riza bites her lip. She should know better than this but...
"Come with me," she calls out, "I'll buy you!" August raises an eyebrow. 
"Wouldn't take ya for that kinda girl, Miss," he replies suavely, teasing a
little bit. She's completely serious and he doesn't get it until she walks
right up to him, and pokes her finger in his chest.
"A billion cenz, August. That's what I'm offering."
***
Hawkeye ends up walking Edward home. August had told her that he had
to think about it. 
"If it was just me," he explained, "I'd say yes in a heart beat but damn, I've
got Avery. Not that you're a bad person or anything it's just...I gotta think
about it."
Riza could get that. She was still a little disappointed. "Thanks, Riza,"
Edward whispered, standing on his tippy toes to kiss her cheek, "I'll go in
alone."
She nods, realizing that he needs to do this and leaves. Edward knocks on the
door, and it's Roy who opens. They stare at each other for a long time.
"Cat got your tongue," Edward teased, "Am I so beautiful you're starstruck?"
"Yes," Roy admitted, "You're gorgeous. Perfect. You know that right?"
"Do you," Edward questions, side stepping him to go inside, "I don't think any
of you do."
Al's on the couch in Roy's hoodie. His eyes are red, and he's all curled up.
Edward wants to scream at him. 
Edward can't.
He looks away from Al and walks up the stairs, two steps at a time, until he's
back in his room. Everything is just how he left it. The lube's spilled on his
towel. Edward thinks he should put it to good use.
He's just not feeling it anymore.
All he can think about is his brother's hands on him and his brother's lips on
him. Touching him. Kissing him. 
Edward put the lube away. He folded the towel, and set it on the edge of the
bed. He throws the condoms somewhere, and presses his face to his pillow. He
feels betrayed all over again.
Edward gets touch starved easily. Nobody ever seems to think that about him.
It's a characteristic of Alphonse for sure but Edward-
Edward's hands reach up to touch his lips. He's solemn and tired and really
very hurt. Slowly, he strips back down until he's in his boxers. He glances at
himself in the mirror. He's covered in love bites.
Love bites. 
Edward laughs at the irony. His fingers traces over his neck, chest, and
stomach, over each individual mark. He doesn't realize he's crying until it's
too late. He's practically choking on his tears, and Edward goes through his
discarded pants to get his phone. 
He's not sure that August will answer, since he's working, but it's worth a
try.
He calls him, and on the third ring, August answers.
"Kiddo?"
Edward sobs. He can't even speak. Tears are rolling down his cheeks, as free as
they please while he struggles to keep his composure. "Shit, Edward. Calm down.
What's wrong?" August's voice is soothing yet there's an undertone of panic.
Edward isn't the type to just cry.
"I don't wanna be here anymore," he whispers, "I hate it. I want my bubba
back."
"So talk to him," August reasons, "And talk to your mister too. Ya'll got some
problems." Edward's choking on his tears. 
"I'm...I'm going out. I don't want to stay here."
"You know what they do to pretty blonde boys out here. Shit, didn't a few guys
try an' get one over on you in the middle of the Fuhrer's house? Don't be dumb,
stay home."
"Where are you? I'll go there," Edward promises, "I know how to get my way
around."
"Edward, I could be at a whore house. You don't know."
"Please?"
"I'll come an' find you," August decides, "In an hour or two maybe. I'm meeting
with Avery's mama today. She wants to talk. Today just seems to be a day of
impossibilities for me."
"Okay," Edward sniffles. "Alright, now stop yer blubbering," August demands,
before hanging up the phone.
Edward musters up the courage to go downstairs after that.
***
He loiters around for a bit, walking around the living room, and informing Roy
that there was a guest coming over. He pretended not to notice Roy's fist
clenching.
That's right. Be jealous. 
August knocks on the door an hour and a half after the call, and Roy rushes to
open the door. August is almost as tall as Roy, but Roy probably still looks
intimidating being so muscular and especially since August is holding Avery.
"Hello," August greets, looking up at Roy through his lashes, "I'm Edward's
friend. No need to slaughter me or nothin' sir." August smiles, slow and pretty
at him, until Roy side steps to let him in.
"Hello," he mumbles, giving Edward a questioning look. 
"We met today, when I ran out for a bit," Edward explained, leaning up to kiss
Avery's chubby cheek. Avery cooed, and opened his arms for Edward to take him.
Edward lifted him up, and August smiled. 
"Now, you called me for a reason, eh? Let's talk." Edward gestured for the
couch and August sat down. Edward plopped his bare feet in August's lap. 
"I had a breakdown," he whispers quietly, as Avery babbles against his bare
chest. "As you can see, I've got a lotta hickies. They're from this morning. I
saw them and...I just couldn't stop crying." 
"Do you like them?"
"I like the way they feel," Edward responds, looking down at Avery who seems to
be telling him something. Edward listens painfully, eyes widening in surprise
when Avery yells suddenly.
"Oh my gosh!"
Avery shrieks in laughter. August looks pleased.
"What about you? What happened with his mama?"
August sighs. "So I drop the baby off at my land lord's house. Nice ol' lady
and she absolutely loves babies-but then I get a call. She's tellin' me she
wants to meet so I go to see her. I get there...and it's not just her but her
new husband and a bunch of her guards. Turns out, she had to get her uterus
removed and can't have anymore children."
The man bites his lip hard. "She was mad that I didn't bring Avery with me. She
gave up all parental rights to him when he was born but now she wants him back.
I told her no. I almost said "Over my dead body" but the bitch would kill me.
She said that she'd buy me back and I could be his nanny or whatever. Her
husband was looking at me weird and I don't really want to be their bitch my
entire life. Besides, when he's all grown...he's gonna know I'm his daddy. He
looks just like me. I ran away after a while. Thinking about skipping town."
Edward's eyes widened. "Just except Riza's proposal?" August bit his lip. "And
get her involved in my shit? No thank you. My ex owner is Malinda Chenrey.
She's one of the richest people in Amestris and she's influential. If I stay
here, she'll find us and she will try everything to get me and my baby. Mine
not hers. If Miss Riza is a friend of yours, then she must be good but besides
that...I'm scared."
"You can't be scared, I'm scared," Edward whined playfully, and August sighed.
"Yeah but...one billion cenz? That's...that's real money. She'd own me forever.
I don't want to get attached...or Avery get attached to her and basically have
her leave us. Tired of being abandoned. I'm telling ya...I fell in love with
Malinda. It's not gonna be hard for me to fall in love with Riza. It won't be
hard for a small little baby like Avery to get attached."
"She won't do that. She'll treat you right."
August pressed his face to Edward's cheek, smooching it loudly. "Worry about
your own problems, kiddo." August looks up. "Mr. Mustang and the little one!
Can you come here please?"
Edward startles, but August puts a hand on his shoulder. Roy walks back into
the living room, dragging Alphonse with him. Alphonse looks like shit. He
barely reacts to seeing August or Avery. 
He only has eyes for Edward.
Roy sits Al on his lap and watches Edward with curious eyes.
"Now, you're going to have conversation. Edward, you start. Then Al can go.
Then Mr. Mustang. Alright," August ordered, poking Avery's cheek.
"Sure," Edward decides, looking down at his hands. 
It takes a while for him to speak. 
"The first time...Armstrong took care of us...and Al started crying...I
realized I was jealous. I wanted to tell you something but you were too
occupied. I needed to use the bathroom...damn I could barely walk and I had to
crawl in there to throw up. Al...was all upset and everything but he didn't
want me to comfort him. Pushed me away. I shoulda said something then but...I
was too upset. Ended up going to sleep in the other room ever since."
Edward sniffed, snuggling Avery a little tighter.
"I'm sorry," he continues gruffly, "For not saying anything the first day...for
ignoring you...and for sleeping alone. Shouldn't have done that but I was
jealous and hurt and sick. Started learning alchemy again, Armstrong's helping
me. DIdn't knew when to tell ya...but I'm planning on becoming a State
Alchemist if 'm allowed. Been working out too, when I can. It's hard for me to
ask for what I want. If it's not sex, then I don't want to talk about it.
So...so I understand why Alphonse had to use sex to get me to talk. It still
hurt though. I was so happy. I thought that maybe Al had changed his mind and
that he wanted me gain but. It. That's all. Nevermind."
August sighed. "You were doing so good, Ed. Come on. You can say it."
Edward held Avery out to August and stood up. He pressed his hands to his face
and tried not to scream. "You didn't," Edward almost whispers, "You didn't want
me. Not even about the...about the sex.. But I was naked and...you know how I
feel about...being vulnerable. And you kissed me and marked me and I thought I
was yours but it wasn't true. You didn't have to do that Al. I'd do whatever
you want. Anything...if you would just take back what happened. If I could just
forget it. Just tell me now if you're not interested or if you don't want me.
You're killing me here, bubba..."
Edward sat back down, pressing his face to August's arm and sniffling. August
knew he was crying-but Al clearly wasn't sure, and Roy seemed to be trying to
figure it out.
The man pet the boy's head, and Avery began babbling worriedly. "Sad," he
mumbled, "sad, sad?" Edward sobbed into August's shoulder-and Al froze. He
looked at Edward's form helplessly. August jerked his head, gesturing for Al to
come over. 
The teen stood up, and walked over to Edward, fingers gently ruffling his hair.
Edward coughs, but doesn't look up. Al grabs one of Edward's hands and kisses
each one of his finger tips until his brother looks up at him with teary eyes.
'I'm so sorry, bubba. So, so, sorry. I was...scared and I did something really
horrible and stupid. You just seemed to withdraw from me and from Daddy. I
didn't know what to do. I thought that I'd see if you wanted to have sex and
when you did I was happy and I knew that I was going to ask you questions after
that...but then you started talking...and saying things that weren't true. I
got angry. You're the best brother ever and...you talk so low about yourself. I
love you so much. More than anything. I did something horrible, I know and I
can't expect you to forgive me but...at least hear me. We have problems bubba.
I have problems. I'm not...thinking straight.'
The older teen looked up at him before pulling him down for a hug.
"You need therapy and...and so many other things, honestly. I can't...stay mad
at you, even though you're wrong and I know it." Roy pinched his nose.
"We need rules. And I'm sorry too. This is not good communication skills. We
have to set a system in place."
***
Roy was actually pretty serious about setting a system in place. He set up
schedules and rules-actual rules. August was getting a bit sleepy, so he had
fallen asleep on the couch with Avery on top of his chest. Edward had quietly
taken a pic of him, and sent it to Riza.
"Roy, you know competency turns me on, but do we have to get this specific?"
"Yes," Roy informed him, pressing his face to Edward's neck. Edward bit his
bottom lip, before mock whispering, "Kiss me, Roy." Roy looked up at him and
gently pressed his lips to Ed's slightly open mouth.
Roy kissed very well.
Edward forced himself to pull back after a while, pretending not to see Roy's
self satisfied smirk. Al kissed Edward's flesh ankle. Their moment was
interrupted by August's phone ringing. The man woke up easily, feeling around
for the device, before picking it up to answer.
"Hello?"
August paled slowly, as the person on the other side of the phone continued to
speak.
"I'm glad you're okay. Thank you so much and I'm so sorry." August hung up the
phone, and threw his head back. "She ransacked my apartment and then burnt the
entire building down," he mumbled, and well-he didn't need to explain who she
was.
"She's fucking insane, August!" Ed looked actually very pissed off. 
"Yeah," August murmured, "that was my land lord on the line. She's okay and so
are the other tenants."
"Call Riza," Edward needled, pouting the tiniest bit, "she can help you."
August looked down at Avery, who was still asleep on his chest. "Can...you do
it? I need some time."
Roy volunteered to do it and despite it being late into the night, Riza still
found the energy to get up and drive to his house.
***
"I'll pay you more than one billion if you want," Riza whispered softly,
sitting right next to August who was curled up around Avery protectively, "if
you need?"
"That's too much already," August replied, "Cause I'm bringin' baggage along
with me anyways."
"I like kids-not murderous heiresses but kids are nice," Riza assured him, and
August snorted.
"Doubt anyone likes those," he points out, "but whatcha want with me? What do
ya expect me to do for ya?"
Riza paused, and seemed to think about it for a while. "I expect you to take
care of Avery but also take care of yourself. I expect you to watch over Edward
and Al when we're gone. I expect your companionship. I expect you to cater to
my wants and needs. I also expect sex, quite frankly. I have certain tastes
that men do not tend to like coming from a female partner. Is that what you
want to know?"
August bites his bottom lip. "Yeah but...what...tastes do you have?"
"I am very very dominant. I'm sure you've heard of BDSM. I will give you a kink
list and we can work things out. Sound good?"
August's eyelashes flutter, and a mischievous little grin spreads across his
face.
"Yes, Miss. Sounds good," he responds, gaging her reaction. Riza's eye twitches
and he giggles to himself.
"This is all types of fucked up," he groaned, and Riza nodded, agreeing.
"Yes and because of that, Roy and I have decided that it would be better for us
to move in together."
"Where? Here?"
"No, somewhere closer to the Capital. It's a bigger house-Avery'd have his own
room. Big backyard."
"Sounds nice."
 
 
 
 
 
 
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