Two Colonels - Chapter 13
Sooo cheesy... But a little comfort should be in there :D
Title: Two Colonels
Rating: NC17 (for subject matter; overall)
Rating this chapter: PG13
Pairing: Roy/Ed; previous OC/Ed
Warnings: Rape, Yaoi, AU (no Homunculi and BXB)
Spell-checked but unbeta'd
Summary: One Colonel was gentle the other was not.
Disclaimer: Sure... if I would own FMA... there would have been a second season starting with the Elrics back in Central and more R/E action ;)
Last time on Two Colonels:
“Knox told me that your tonsils are inflamed and that you have a little problem with your hearing. You can hear me, can't you?”
Ed rolled his eyes at the question.
“I can.”
Chapter 13 / ??
Judge Roberts was looking out of his office's window. It was very late and he was sure that there weren't many people in the court yard. He sipped his whiskey slowly and watched the street lamps flicker. Then there was the knock he had waited for. He turned around putting the tumbler on his desk and told the person on the other side of the door to come in.
The man in blue walked in slowly. His arm was in a sling and the small light from the room was reflecting in his glasses.
“I've checked all possible and impossible hiding places and I have found none, sir.”
The judge nodded to the other man's words. He leaned back in his chair and regarded the other man through half-closed eyes.
“That is good to know, Lieutenant Colonel, very good indeed.”
The judge pushed a button on his phone and moments later another man with a teenager walked in. The teenager looked around but soon relaxed as he couldn't see anyone else beside two men he trusted. The judge motioned to the couch and the man with the teenager sat down. The other man took a seat opposite the other males.
“So what do you have to tell me that couldn't have waited until a more lively hour of the day? Shouldn't Edward be in bed right know it's well past midnight.”
Ed just grunted but didn't - miraculously - didn't start one of his famous rants.
“Edward is fifteen years old and a Major in the Amestrian army. He really doesn't need any kind of parental advice when it comes to his schedule.”
“Being fifteen and a major has brought him in the position he's in now. I would have appreciated it if he would have to take some parental advice from time to time like any other fifteen-year-old.”
The judge's gaze was cold, so very different from his usual demeanour during the day.
“That's not what we want to discuss tonight, your honour. I don't have to remind you that we're here because you wanted to talk to us.”
Hughes voice was sweet and as friendly as he has always been around the judge but his eyes told a very different story. The green-eyed man was stressed. His shoulder still hurt and he wanted to do everything but talk to the judge - hell, he could be in his office pulling strings to get the man behind all this. But this old guy wanted to talk to them - alone.
“I still would have preferred daytime to this time of the night.”
Hughes opened a folder he had brought with him. It wasn't big but still held evidence that was live-threatening to Ed, Al, Roy and himself. He sighed heavily, looked at Ed and then began to read.
“In the year 1910 Edward and Alphonse Elric permitted the ultimate taboo - human transmutation. They tried to bring their mother back but failed. Through this transmutation Edward has lost his left leg and Alphonse his whole body. To bring back his younger brother's soul Edward gave his right arm and bound Alphonse's soul to a suit of armour. That night Lieutenant Colonel Roy Mustang had come to Resembool because he had gotten a letter from his superior officer to investigate the whereabouts of Hohenheim Elric.”
The judge gasped at the name.
“Your father...?”
Ed just glared at the older man - he not only despised to be here but having to be reminded of his so-called father again... Let's say he was outright pissed. The judge shut up and nodded for Hughes to go on.
“The Lieutenant-Colonel had witnessed a purple flash of light which he immediately recognised as a huge alchemical transmutation. He found out later that it had been the Elric's failed attempt at bringing their mother back. The same night he offered them a place as state alchemists to right what they had made wrong. Eight months later Edward had passed the exam and is still known as the youngest state alchemist in history.”
Hughes closed the folder and looked up at the judge who was still sitting at his desk looking pale.
“Of course this has to stay between us. The official version is the one where Ed had lost his limps during a bomb attack in Resembool - his brother just has a kink for armour.”
The judge nodded. What could he really say to all this?! Roy was sitting forward and put his gloves on. Ed clapped his hands and suddenly there was a paper bin sitting on his couch table were there had been the folder before. Roy snapped his fingers and in seconds the paper bin was on fire. As soon as there were only ashes on the table the fire stopped. Hughes brushed the remains in an envelope.
“I will get rid of this in the river. You should go home now, Gracia is waiting for you.”
Roy and Ed nodded, getting up from the couch and leaving Hughes and the judge alone.
“I hope you understand now, why we have to protect him. He is the one who could be the silver bullet to this corrupt system of us.”
Roy was getting into their car. Ed was already sitting inside and looked sulkily to the back of the front seat. A week had passed between Hughes being shot and now and tomorrow morning the trial would be continued and they would come back here until the day the judgement was pronounced. He sighed heavily. The teen had enjoyed the little “holiday” they had had. They used to sleep in - even Gracia and Elisia - and Ed played with his “little sister” in the garden. Hughes came home two days after being shot. He hadn't stayed at home like the others - instead going to his office doing his job.
Every evening the green-eyed man would come him frowning and shaking his head as soon he had seen the questioning glance of Roy. It was tiring and they had, yet, to find any connection between all involved parties - the soldier who had shot, Ryans and the person behind. But if they didn't have a clue about the person behind how could they even say anything about the connection between them all?
Roy put an arm around the teen's shoulder and made Ed lay his head on the older man's shoulder. It was late and he really hated it that he had to drag the teen with them to the judge - but there had been no possibility to talk to the man in the office while there a lot of people running around the building and he couldn't have left Ed with Gracia. He trusted the soldiers guarding the house but what if one of them fell asleep while Hughes and himself were away? They couldn't risk that and with what had happened just a week ago Ed was nowhere safe. He kissed the younger man's crown of golden hair and closed his eyes. On the first day of trial the judge had declared that this trial would take at least ten days - they had managed to get over two days without incidents, then a week break after what had happened and now there were still eight days to go and never before Roy had wanted to do paperwork back in East city.
Ed shifted until he was comfortably sitting next to the Colonel with his head still resting on the older man's shoulder. Being cared for felt good and if being loved felt as good as this he really would be looking forward to the day this all was over. He wanted Al to be able to feel this, too - this warm feeling coming from the middle of his body with has nothing to do with sex. He sighed and let his eyes drop close. Roy would wake him as soon as they arrived at Hughes' house and if not he was sure the older man would carry him upstairs to their bedroom.
The young man woke up to blackness all around him. At first he didn't know where he was and why he couldn't see a thing until he realised that he indeed could see something - the black pyjama top Roy always wore. He blinked several times and squirmed a bit until he could at least look over the older man's shoulder. It was getting light outside. He squirmed some more until he could see the clock resting on the night stand - 5 am, much too early to stand up but not too early that his bladder wouldn't need to be emptied. He sighed and squirmed until Roy's arms were loose enough to slip out of bed and take a pee. It didn't take him long but as soon as he walked back inside black eyes were resting on him looking sleepily up.
“Good morning?”
The older man's voice was a little hoarse and slurred from sleep and he blinked several times before he yawned.
“Not yet.”
Roy raised an eyebrow to the teen's answer.
Ed climbed back under the covers taking his place next to Roy again looking at the older man. The dark-haired man lied back on the pillow and watched the younger alchemist. Leaning closer he slowly touched his lips to the teen's. Immediately the golden eyes closed enjoying the feeling this little chaste kiss inspired in his body. It lasted only for some moments but it was all he needed.
“What brought this on this morning?”
The blonde's voice was low as if the moment he spoke louder than a whisper this moment would shatter and all what would be left was a dream. The older man just shrugged and stroked a long blond look behind the teen's ear. The dark-haired alchemist's voice was a low as Ed's when he finally decided to speak.
“I don't know what brought this on but somehow I needed it this morning.” He stroked his hand through the fall of golden hair his eyes half lidded. “But what I do know is that I left this too long. I should have shown you every day that cared - that I love you.”
“You did.”
Roy raised an eyebrow and waited for Ed to go on. The teen licked his lips before he placed his left hand timidly against the older man's chest.
“Maybe you didn't kiss me but I still felt your love for me through everything you did. Your eyes - and I don't think you know that - but they show your true feelings although it's just a tiny flicker.”
That was really news to the dark-haired Colonel. It had taken years to master his masks and sometimes even Riza couldn't look through them - hell, even Hughes had his difficulties. But now Ed - the one he had never thought about being able to read people - had been more observant than Hughes.
“How long did you know?”
The blond alchemist gave a small laugh still not audible enough to be heard outside the room and looked the older man in the eyes.
“As soon as I started to look - really look at you. But don't be afraid. I didn't look at you back in East City.”
The older man just nodded. Somehow he felt relieved. He had asked Ed to be a part of his life after everything was over but he hadn't told the teen how long he had loved the teen and he didn't dare to tell him how long before that he had started to care - for Edward and Alphonse. He sighed and pulled the younger man close to his chest where Ed's left hand was still resting between their bodies. He pressed a kiss to the teen's forehead. The young blonde squirmed until his hand was free again and let it rest on the older man's waist. They stayed this way until Hughes called them down for breakfast.
DAY 3 IN TRIAL
The young man bringing the recorder into the court room couldn't be older than Ed. He looked afraid and it was clear to Roy that the boy would rather take his recorder to any other room but this. He had heard the rumours going around the building. Most of them said that the room or the judge or anyone in the room might be cursed - and here Roy thought he was in Central and not back in some superstitious little village. He grunted as the boy gave him a frightful glance.
The judge with one of his aids put the record into the recorder. Roy glanced over to the jury - many of them were looking frightened, some of them agitated to hear what Ed had to say. The older man was glad that the teen himself didn't need to be here. He swallowed and waited. Moments later the judge sat down again and proclaimed that the tape would be plaid now. He pushed the button and the machine started to work. It was Hughes' soft voice that was heard at first then Ed's small broken voice answered his questions. Roy closed his eyes. He didn't want to hear all that again - it made him sick.
The dark-haired man took a look at the other Colonel. The man was calm and - what - smirking?! How could he? After all with those tapes his freedom would end. He frowned deeply and couldn't take the eyes off him. After the statement of another encounter the brown-haired man just watched his nails - he didn't seem to be disturbed at all. Roy forced himself to look away. He looked to the other side were the jury sat. Most of them were looking pale now, one woman had taken her handkerchief out and pressed it to her mouth. Some men were looking furiously to Ryans.
Then the record stopped and the judge slumped back into his chair. He mopped his forehead with his a tissue and cleared his throat.
“Break for one hour.”, he declared not caring to maintain protocol. The older man stood up and left the court room through a back door. Roy stood up as well closing his jacket and looked down to Mc Affee. He patted the younger man on his back. Said man looked up - pale as the moon turning more green by the second - and ran out to the next available toilet. The dark-haired sighed heavily - that weren't the most terrible scene - the “bell-scene” was yet to come.
Ed looked up as the door to their little shelter opened. Roy walked in smiling despite that today all the people inside the court room had heard what Ryans had done to him. The teen sat up and smiled up too the older man who bent down and planted a kiss on the younger man's lips carefully that nobody despite Hughes would see them. The bespectacled man cleared his throat as the door opened a second time and the judge walked in. The older man looked sweaty and even paler than before. He opened his robe and sat down in own of the arm chairs. Hughes stood up and silently opened one of the cupboards in the small normally unused office and took out the bottle of whiskey he had brought with him this morning.
The judge thanked him for the tumbler and leaned his head back.
“Have you visionary powers now or why did you know I would need that?”
“I was the one recording the statement. I know what is coming and I know that today's statement wasn't the worst.”
The judge looked at Hughes then to Edward. If he had been on Ed's side before now it was clear that the older man wouldn't dare to suggest that this record was fake or that Ed was acting it all. He sighed and emptied his whiskey then gave the tumbler back to Hughes who had been waiting patiently next to the judge. The green-eyed man waved the bottle to Roy who shook his head. His whiskey was leaning against him with half closed eyes on the edge of sleep.
Title: Two Colonels
Rating: NC17 (for subject matter; overall)
Rating this chapter: PG13
Pairing: Roy/Ed; previous OC/Ed
Warnings: Rape, Yaoi, AU (no Homunculi and BXB)
Spell-checked but unbeta'd
Summary: One Colonel was gentle the other was not.
Disclaimer: Sure... if I would own FMA... there would have been a second season starting with the Elrics back in Central and more R/E action ;)
Last time on Two Colonels:
“Knox told me that your tonsils are inflamed and that you have a little problem with your hearing. You can hear me, can't you?”
Ed rolled his eyes at the question.
“I can.”
Chapter 13 / ??
Judge Roberts was looking out of his office's window. It was very late and he was sure that there weren't many people in the court yard. He sipped his whiskey slowly and watched the street lamps flicker. Then there was the knock he had waited for. He turned around putting the tumbler on his desk and told the person on the other side of the door to come in.
The man in blue walked in slowly. His arm was in a sling and the small light from the room was reflecting in his glasses.
“I've checked all possible and impossible hiding places and I have found none, sir.”
The judge nodded to the other man's words. He leaned back in his chair and regarded the other man through half-closed eyes.
“That is good to know, Lieutenant Colonel, very good indeed.”
The judge pushed a button on his phone and moments later another man with a teenager walked in. The teenager looked around but soon relaxed as he couldn't see anyone else beside two men he trusted. The judge motioned to the couch and the man with the teenager sat down. The other man took a seat opposite the other males.
“So what do you have to tell me that couldn't have waited until a more lively hour of the day? Shouldn't Edward be in bed right know it's well past midnight.”
Ed just grunted but didn't - miraculously - didn't start one of his famous rants.
“Edward is fifteen years old and a Major in the Amestrian army. He really doesn't need any kind of parental advice when it comes to his schedule.”
“Being fifteen and a major has brought him in the position he's in now. I would have appreciated it if he would have to take some parental advice from time to time like any other fifteen-year-old.”
The judge's gaze was cold, so very different from his usual demeanour during the day.
“That's not what we want to discuss tonight, your honour. I don't have to remind you that we're here because you wanted to talk to us.”
Hughes voice was sweet and as friendly as he has always been around the judge but his eyes told a very different story. The green-eyed man was stressed. His shoulder still hurt and he wanted to do everything but talk to the judge - hell, he could be in his office pulling strings to get the man behind all this. But this old guy wanted to talk to them - alone.
“I still would have preferred daytime to this time of the night.”
Hughes opened a folder he had brought with him. It wasn't big but still held evidence that was live-threatening to Ed, Al, Roy and himself. He sighed heavily, looked at Ed and then began to read.
“In the year 1910 Edward and Alphonse Elric permitted the ultimate taboo - human transmutation. They tried to bring their mother back but failed. Through this transmutation Edward has lost his left leg and Alphonse his whole body. To bring back his younger brother's soul Edward gave his right arm and bound Alphonse's soul to a suit of armour. That night Lieutenant Colonel Roy Mustang had come to Resembool because he had gotten a letter from his superior officer to investigate the whereabouts of Hohenheim Elric.”
The judge gasped at the name.
“Your father...?”
Ed just glared at the older man - he not only despised to be here but having to be reminded of his so-called father again... Let's say he was outright pissed. The judge shut up and nodded for Hughes to go on.
“The Lieutenant-Colonel had witnessed a purple flash of light which he immediately recognised as a huge alchemical transmutation. He found out later that it had been the Elric's failed attempt at bringing their mother back. The same night he offered them a place as state alchemists to right what they had made wrong. Eight months later Edward had passed the exam and is still known as the youngest state alchemist in history.”
Hughes closed the folder and looked up at the judge who was still sitting at his desk looking pale.
“Of course this has to stay between us. The official version is the one where Ed had lost his limps during a bomb attack in Resembool - his brother just has a kink for armour.”
The judge nodded. What could he really say to all this?! Roy was sitting forward and put his gloves on. Ed clapped his hands and suddenly there was a paper bin sitting on his couch table were there had been the folder before. Roy snapped his fingers and in seconds the paper bin was on fire. As soon as there were only ashes on the table the fire stopped. Hughes brushed the remains in an envelope.
“I will get rid of this in the river. You should go home now, Gracia is waiting for you.”
Roy and Ed nodded, getting up from the couch and leaving Hughes and the judge alone.
“I hope you understand now, why we have to protect him. He is the one who could be the silver bullet to this corrupt system of us.”
Roy was getting into their car. Ed was already sitting inside and looked sulkily to the back of the front seat. A week had passed between Hughes being shot and now and tomorrow morning the trial would be continued and they would come back here until the day the judgement was pronounced. He sighed heavily. The teen had enjoyed the little “holiday” they had had. They used to sleep in - even Gracia and Elisia - and Ed played with his “little sister” in the garden. Hughes came home two days after being shot. He hadn't stayed at home like the others - instead going to his office doing his job.
Every evening the green-eyed man would come him frowning and shaking his head as soon he had seen the questioning glance of Roy. It was tiring and they had, yet, to find any connection between all involved parties - the soldier who had shot, Ryans and the person behind. But if they didn't have a clue about the person behind how could they even say anything about the connection between them all?
Roy put an arm around the teen's shoulder and made Ed lay his head on the older man's shoulder. It was late and he really hated it that he had to drag the teen with them to the judge - but there had been no possibility to talk to the man in the office while there a lot of people running around the building and he couldn't have left Ed with Gracia. He trusted the soldiers guarding the house but what if one of them fell asleep while Hughes and himself were away? They couldn't risk that and with what had happened just a week ago Ed was nowhere safe. He kissed the younger man's crown of golden hair and closed his eyes. On the first day of trial the judge had declared that this trial would take at least ten days - they had managed to get over two days without incidents, then a week break after what had happened and now there were still eight days to go and never before Roy had wanted to do paperwork back in East city.
Ed shifted until he was comfortably sitting next to the Colonel with his head still resting on the older man's shoulder. Being cared for felt good and if being loved felt as good as this he really would be looking forward to the day this all was over. He wanted Al to be able to feel this, too - this warm feeling coming from the middle of his body with has nothing to do with sex. He sighed and let his eyes drop close. Roy would wake him as soon as they arrived at Hughes' house and if not he was sure the older man would carry him upstairs to their bedroom.
The young man woke up to blackness all around him. At first he didn't know where he was and why he couldn't see a thing until he realised that he indeed could see something - the black pyjama top Roy always wore. He blinked several times and squirmed a bit until he could at least look over the older man's shoulder. It was getting light outside. He squirmed some more until he could see the clock resting on the night stand - 5 am, much too early to stand up but not too early that his bladder wouldn't need to be emptied. He sighed and squirmed until Roy's arms were loose enough to slip out of bed and take a pee. It didn't take him long but as soon as he walked back inside black eyes were resting on him looking sleepily up.
“Good morning?”
The older man's voice was a little hoarse and slurred from sleep and he blinked several times before he yawned.
“Not yet.”
Roy raised an eyebrow to the teen's answer.
Ed climbed back under the covers taking his place next to Roy again looking at the older man. The dark-haired man lied back on the pillow and watched the younger alchemist. Leaning closer he slowly touched his lips to the teen's. Immediately the golden eyes closed enjoying the feeling this little chaste kiss inspired in his body. It lasted only for some moments but it was all he needed.
“What brought this on this morning?”
The blonde's voice was low as if the moment he spoke louder than a whisper this moment would shatter and all what would be left was a dream. The older man just shrugged and stroked a long blond look behind the teen's ear. The dark-haired alchemist's voice was a low as Ed's when he finally decided to speak.
“I don't know what brought this on but somehow I needed it this morning.” He stroked his hand through the fall of golden hair his eyes half lidded. “But what I do know is that I left this too long. I should have shown you every day that cared - that I love you.”
“You did.”
Roy raised an eyebrow and waited for Ed to go on. The teen licked his lips before he placed his left hand timidly against the older man's chest.
“Maybe you didn't kiss me but I still felt your love for me through everything you did. Your eyes - and I don't think you know that - but they show your true feelings although it's just a tiny flicker.”
That was really news to the dark-haired Colonel. It had taken years to master his masks and sometimes even Riza couldn't look through them - hell, even Hughes had his difficulties. But now Ed - the one he had never thought about being able to read people - had been more observant than Hughes.
“How long did you know?”
The blond alchemist gave a small laugh still not audible enough to be heard outside the room and looked the older man in the eyes.
“As soon as I started to look - really look at you. But don't be afraid. I didn't look at you back in East City.”
The older man just nodded. Somehow he felt relieved. He had asked Ed to be a part of his life after everything was over but he hadn't told the teen how long he had loved the teen and he didn't dare to tell him how long before that he had started to care - for Edward and Alphonse. He sighed and pulled the younger man close to his chest where Ed's left hand was still resting between their bodies. He pressed a kiss to the teen's forehead. The young blonde squirmed until his hand was free again and let it rest on the older man's waist. They stayed this way until Hughes called them down for breakfast.
DAY 3 IN TRIAL
The young man bringing the recorder into the court room couldn't be older than Ed. He looked afraid and it was clear to Roy that the boy would rather take his recorder to any other room but this. He had heard the rumours going around the building. Most of them said that the room or the judge or anyone in the room might be cursed - and here Roy thought he was in Central and not back in some superstitious little village. He grunted as the boy gave him a frightful glance.
The judge with one of his aids put the record into the recorder. Roy glanced over to the jury - many of them were looking frightened, some of them agitated to hear what Ed had to say. The older man was glad that the teen himself didn't need to be here. He swallowed and waited. Moments later the judge sat down again and proclaimed that the tape would be plaid now. He pushed the button and the machine started to work. It was Hughes' soft voice that was heard at first then Ed's small broken voice answered his questions. Roy closed his eyes. He didn't want to hear all that again - it made him sick.
The dark-haired man took a look at the other Colonel. The man was calm and - what - smirking?! How could he? After all with those tapes his freedom would end. He frowned deeply and couldn't take the eyes off him. After the statement of another encounter the brown-haired man just watched his nails - he didn't seem to be disturbed at all. Roy forced himself to look away. He looked to the other side were the jury sat. Most of them were looking pale now, one woman had taken her handkerchief out and pressed it to her mouth. Some men were looking furiously to Ryans.
Then the record stopped and the judge slumped back into his chair. He mopped his forehead with his a tissue and cleared his throat.
“Break for one hour.”, he declared not caring to maintain protocol. The older man stood up and left the court room through a back door. Roy stood up as well closing his jacket and looked down to Mc Affee. He patted the younger man on his back. Said man looked up - pale as the moon turning more green by the second - and ran out to the next available toilet. The dark-haired sighed heavily - that weren't the most terrible scene - the “bell-scene” was yet to come.
Ed looked up as the door to their little shelter opened. Roy walked in smiling despite that today all the people inside the court room had heard what Ryans had done to him. The teen sat up and smiled up too the older man who bent down and planted a kiss on the younger man's lips carefully that nobody despite Hughes would see them. The bespectacled man cleared his throat as the door opened a second time and the judge walked in. The older man looked sweaty and even paler than before. He opened his robe and sat down in own of the arm chairs. Hughes stood up and silently opened one of the cupboards in the small normally unused office and took out the bottle of whiskey he had brought with him this morning.
The judge thanked him for the tumbler and leaned his head back.
“Have you visionary powers now or why did you know I would need that?”
“I was the one recording the statement. I know what is coming and I know that today's statement wasn't the worst.”
The judge looked at Hughes then to Edward. If he had been on Ed's side before now it was clear that the older man wouldn't dare to suggest that this record was fake or that Ed was acting it all. He sighed and emptied his whiskey then gave the tumbler back to Hughes who had been waiting patiently next to the judge. The green-eyed man waved the bottle to Roy who shook his head. His whiskey was leaning against him with half closed eyes on the edge of sleep.