Fullmetal Alchemist/Supernatural - The Other Side [RoyEd]

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Title: the other side
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/Supernatural
AU: Mashup
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: NSFW/M
Length: 4188
Summary: "How'd you know what Al is short for," Ed challenged darkly. "Most everyone figures Alan or something." He stared at the woman again, then back at the man. "Who the hell are you people, what sort of Twilight Zone episode did I land in?"

"I think," the woman said softly, "That this is more complicated than I originally imagined."

Al had the kid slung up on one arm, her tiny arms wrapped around his neck and face buried in his shoulder, too frozen by fear to move. Ed snarled, swiping the blood out of his eye with the back of his hand holding the flashlight. "Which way did that fucking thing go?"

"I don't know," Al said. He had his gun in his left hand, loaded with the bullets they had painstakingly carved protective symbols into the night before. "It's small and fast, and it's too dark in here-"

"I know, I know!" Ed yelled, covering the room with the gun and flashlight crossed for stability. The flashlight swept across the room but nothing jumped out at them. "Come out, come out, you want your fucking pot of gold back, right?"

Something darted through the beam of light as the flashlight swept over a metal table, and it headed for the exit. "Oh no you don't!" Ed yelled, taking off after it.

"Ed!" Al yelled, but Ed ignored him, kicking through the door, gun out and ready -

- to fall flat on his face in the grass. Ed rolled in confusion, up and on his knees, the sunlight nearly blinding him. As he covered the ground he didn't see the creature anywhere, in fact the area didn't look anything like the warehouse district that they had chased the clurichaun to. "Al-?" he called warily, chancing a glance behind him. To Ed's horror, the wall behind him was smooth concrete, there was no door or even window there.

Ed swore, slamming his fist against the wall. "Al!" It was very real and thick, solid concrete - he punched the wall again in frustration, only succeeding in splitting his knuckle. Ed shook his hand out, grimacing, then fished in his pocket for his cell phone.

No signal on that, the GPS and even the clock was out. No clue where he was, no way to contact Al - "Fuckin' HATE faerie folk," Ed swore, thumbing the safety on his gun and tucking it in the back of his jeans, under his shirt. Nothing would get done standing here - with the way his luck went, the clurichaun probably magicked him to Ireland.

Ed barely made it to the corner of the building when he ran into people - a woman walking a dog. They stopped, staring at each other for a split second, startled - then she had her gun out of her holster so fast Ed barely saw it. Ed grabbed the gun, forced it up and tried to break her grip on it and she grabbed his wrist and flipped him. Ed landed hard on his shoulder, wind knocked out of him while she planted one knee on his chest and the muzzle of the gun on his temple. "Who are you, and what are you doing on military grounds?"

Uncrossing his eyes took a moment of effort as Ed sucked in a breath. The dog she was walking had decided the best way to aid his master was to grab onto the leg of Ed's jeans menacingly and tug. "The name's Ed Elric, lady, mind getting that piece outta my eye?"

Seconds ticked one into the other, and when Ed opened his eyes to look up at her he realized that she was staring at him with the strangest expression on her face. "Edward," she said.

"Last person to call me that was my father," Ed said, and she backed off of him, but the gun stayed trained on him. Ed sat up and thumped himself in the chest - he'd have a nice bruise - and then stood carefully. "What the hell, lady-"

The dog tore out from behind her again and went for Ed's leg. Ed hopped backwards, trying to avoid its sharp teeth. "Goddamned mutt!" he shouted, and the woman whistled sharply. The dog shot one last parting growl at Ed, then sat beside her obediently.

"Who are you?" She hadn't dropped her bead on his head and it was beginning to make Ed sweat. "What are you doing here?"

"Look, I told you, I'm Ed Elric, and what I'm doing here, well. Your guess is as good as mine, I was in Colorado ten minutes ago-" He looked at the white washed concrete building beside him and out at the now obviously parade grounds. "And now I have no idea where the hell I am."

"You're in Central City," she said curtly, inclining her head.

"Central City," Ed repeated. "What's that, isn't that like where the Flash is from?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said, indicating with the gun that Ed should take the lead. "But you shouldn't be here, whoever the hell you are."

"I never thought I'd have to argue about really being me," Ed said, rolling his eyes as he put his arms out slowly, and on top of his head. "Who are you, feds? Local cops? Some special task force?"

"It doesn't matter who I am," she said tersely. "We'll find out who you are soon enough."

#

Ed rolled his eyes as he sat in the small holding cell. He was leaned back against the cold stone wall, legs crossed at the ankle. "Man, I could really use a baseball or something," he yelled at the guard, who pointedly ignored him. "Fuckin' solitary," Ed groaned, knocking his head back against the wall. They had frisked him before shoving him in the cell, and his wallet, cell phone, and Glock were all sitting on a table within eyesight but might as well be on the other side of the goddamned world.

They weren't the best at frisking apparently, because he still had his knife in his boot, but there was no point pulling that card until he had to. In the mean time, he had been using the bottom of his shirt to clean as much of the dried blood off of his face as he could. This long day was going to get longer, he figured.

The door at the end of the brig opened up, and the chick who had brought him in trailed a slightly taller man in one of the weird military uniforms Ed had seen about. He must have some power by the way everyone was kowtowing to him. Ed rolled his eyes and didn't bother to stand up as the man came to the bars of the cell.

"Yo," Ed said, raising a single hand to him.

"You say you're Edward Elric?" the man said, picking up his wallet and flipping through it. Ed watched him make a curious face at the currency, and pulled out one of Ed's many identification cards.

"What is it with you people, how many Ed Elrics are there OUT there?" Ed shrugged his shoulders.

"You'd be surprised." The man closed his wallet and then carefully picked up his gun. After turning it over for a moment he ejected the cartridge and paused, looking at the symbols carved into the bullets. "What are these for?"

"What does it matter to you?" Ed finally stood up, unfolding from against the wall and stretching his arms over his head, hearing his back pop as he did so, before walking over to the bars. "I've done nothing wrong, you should let me go."

The man looked up at him, and the expression that flickered across his face almost looked like shock. "You appeared on military grounds with a weapon and no valid identification." He nodded at the wallet. "You could be a Drachman spy."

Ed rested his elbows on the bars. "Fuck," he said, hanging his head. "I ain't no spy, I just want to get back to my brother and make sure he's all right, Al will be tearing the place up looking for me-"

His head jerked up and the man's slate eyes met Ed's dark amber ones. "Al? Your brother's name is Alphonse?"

"How'd you know what Al is short for," Ed challenged darkly. "Most everyone figures Alan or something." He stared at the woman again, then back at the man. "Who the hell are you people, what sort of Twilight Zone episode did I land in?"

"I think," the woman said softly, "That this is more complicated than I originally imagined."

"I think you might be right," the man said, nodding to the guard, who came over and unlocked the door. Ed watched them open the door suspiciously, and the man gestured to the table, with a real chair. "Take a seat, we've got plenty of time to discuss your...options, Mr. Elric."

#

Ed was beginning to sense that he was going to think of worse things to do to the clurichaun than just kill it. It was becoming increasingly clear to him that the thing hadn't transported him to another country - he'd been transported somewhere else entirely.

"I have heard of stranger things," the colonel said, sitting back in the metal folding chair primly. "I've heard of Fullmetal causing stranger things."

"That may be true, sir," lieutenant Hawkeye said (it had taken an hour before he'd gotten a name out of her, and she kept shooting him venomous looks whenever she caught him looking at her chest). "But in the mean time, what will we do with him?"

Ed didn't like being talked about like he wasn't there. "Look, I've done nothing wrong, thanks, you don't have to do anything 'with' me. Just give me my crap back, I'll find a place to stay and get this sorted out on my own."

"It's more complicated than you think," Mustang said. "It would be easiest if you would stay close, we might be able to find you a way home quickly."

"Am I suddenly not speaking the same language, here?" Ed groaned and ran a hand through his bangs. "I'm not a little kid, thanks."

"You don't have any of our currency," Hawkeye pointed out.

"Yet," Ed said smugly.

"I can't condone releasing you back out to the public if you have designs set on hustling," Mustang said with a shark-grin. Ed's own smug smile froze on his face, how had Mustang known-? "However, I don't think it's very fair to our guest to keep him shut in a cell when he's right, he hasn't done anything. Yet."

"So you're going to keep him at your home," Hawkeye said.

Now Mustang's grin seemed frozen. "I'm sorry, Lieutenant, what?"

Hawkeye stood up. "You were expected back here tomorrow morning, colonel, to finish the paperwork that you've put aside the remainder of this week. Perhaps it will get done without you if you have a guest to tend to."

Ed watched Mustang watch her walk toward the exit, and then Ed's attention shifted to her ass - or what of it he could make out under the ridiculous skirts that they wore over their trousers. He didn't even realize he was wearing a lazy smirk until he realized that Mustang was staring at HIM. Ed coughed. "Sorry, what?"

Mustang stood up, looked weary for a second. "Come on, then. I suppose I'll have to take you with me." He pushed the box containing Ed's stuff back to him, including the gun. "But I keep the bullets," Mustang said before Ed could even ask, sliding the cartridge into his pocket. Ed shut his mouth and tucked the gun back into his jeans, wondering how quickly he could pick Mustang's pocket to get the cartridge back.

#

Apparently, Mustang's errands ran him into a pub on a Friday evening. Ed didn't have any arguments with this, and very happily ordered whatever constituted for beer in this place while flirting with the barmaid. Every time he glanced over at Mustang, Mustang seemed to have this slightly horrified, slightly fascinated expression on his face.

Ed was partially through his second mug of beer - it wasn't bad, not processed and watery like the shit they got at the cheap dives of a bar he was used to - when Mustang's usual company turned up. Another guy in a military uniform like Mustang's, different rank though.

"Lt. Colonel Maes Hughes," the man introduced himself. He had an easy smile and was a family man - he cast a solid look over Ed and Ed felt like an awkward teenager again, looking for his father's approval. "So this is the Ed Elric that everyone's abuzz over. When do you think this is gonna get back to Edward?"

"Hopefully never," Mustang said darkly, taking a sip of his drink. "You got anything for me."

"Nope, not at all!" Hughes ordered his own beer from the waitress and eyed Ed. Ed smirked challengingly. "So I understand you're not from around here."

"That's an understatement," Ed said, standing up. Without a word he followed the bar maid back to the bar and they both watched him go. He figured they needed a few minutes to catch up on things - it was obvious to anybody with half a brain that Hughes was Intelligence and clearly there was something afoot.

Ed flirted with the barmaid at the bar for a few and was tugged back into the back room with her. He emerged eventually, kicked back another beer at the bar and then got distracted by a game of darts starting up in the corner. The pub really wasn't that much different from every other bar he'd ever been in - less the technology.

After several rounds of darts Hughes came over to join him. Ed was nearly seventy cenz richer at that point, and he was tucking the local currency into his pocket. "You're pretty good," Hughes said. "I'm not a bad shot with a dart myself."

Ed obligingly handed off the darts to Hughes, and watched the man score three bulls-eye's in a row. Ed let off a low whistle, then tossed a wink off and threw his first dart.

It nestled in nicely amid Hughes's three.

Hughes laughed and clapped Ed on his shoulder. "Touche," he said. "I think Roy's had enough of this place, you've succeeded in crushing his ego thoroughly for the night."

Ed glanced back at Roy, who was still seated at the table, and shrugged. "He seems popular enough here, isn't my job to babysit him. I have enough trouble trying to find chicks for Al."

Hughes got that strange stricken expression Ed had seen on others' faces. He rolled his eyes heavenward and headed back to Mustang.

#

Once the sun had set, it cooled down quickly. Ed was just a bit cold, but walking briskly seemed to settle that. He trailed after Mustang, who set a strict pace and didn't look at him much. "Man," Ed finally said, jogging to catch up to him. "Look, I didn't know you were interested in her, you have to warn a guy-"

Mustang didn't look at him. "I didn't expect you to be interested," he said evenly.

Ed blew out a breath as Mustang slowed up, coming up to the small military-issue townhouse he occupied. "Look," he said. "If it's that much of an issue, I can find somewhere else-"

"No," Mustang said, unlocking the door. "Tomorrow we'll start researching how to get you back where you belong. With the military's resources it shouldn't take long."

The house was small but lived-in. "The guest bedroom isn't very hospitable," Mustang warned him. "I'll have to find some sheets." Ed stood awkwardly in the den, watching Roy stiffly shrug off the military coat and move around the kitchen.

"Christ, I said I was sorry," Ed said. "You don't have to be such a bitch about it-"

Mustang put the mug and saucer in his hand down into the sink, hard. "I can't believe you," he said, without turning to look at Ed. "You took that girl into the back-"

"So I fucked her," Ed shrugged.

Mustang turned and shot Ed a look. "You really don't understand," he said, then ran a hand over his face. "You're supposed to be fifteen years old, Ed. I don't know how to deal with this-"

Ed blinked at him, then crossed his arms and scowled. "Suddenly it's starting to make sense," he said. "All this tiptoeing around me and bullshit. What, you think I would freak out if you told me that there was another Ed Elric kicking around here?"

"We didn't know what to think," Mustang was clearly trying to keep his voice even. "This isn't the sort of situation that we're easily equipped to handle."

He took a deep breath. "Maybe we're going about this all wrong," Mustang said finally.

"Yeah, maybe you should stop treating me like I'm the Elric kid you know and should start treating me like, I don't know, an adult," Ed said.

"I'm sorry," Mustang said. He straightened up and offered his hand. "My name is Roy Mustang," he said.

Ed crossed the kitchen to grasp it, his handshake firm. "Ed Elric."

#

"So you set it on fire," Roy said.

"Well, yeah. It was coming at me with a goddamned hack saw, you better believe I was going to set that fucker on fire." Ed was seated at the kitchen table, watching Roy clean up.

Roy shook his head, wiping his hands on his dish towel. "You hunt all these ... things, that shouldn't exist. Why?"

Ed looked at the table for a moment. "Because we didn't have a choice," he said. "Because of what that fucking yellow-eyed bastard did to my little brother, did to my mom, did to Al's girlfriend and everyone else." He looked up and over at Roy. "I don't want anyone else to suffer the way we did."

Roy sat a mug of coffee in front of Ed before sitting himself down. "You're so very much like the Edward I know," he said, sounding quietly amused. "And yet nothing at all like him."

"The less I know, the better," Ed said. "I don't want to stick around long enough to have to deal with meeting any strange versions of myself." He scratched at his neck, then rubbed the side of his face and groaned. "Fuck, I bet you guys don't have a decent electric razor, either."

Before Ed realized what he was doing, Roy brushed a knuckle along the side of Ed's face. Ed froze and stared at him as he laughed quietly. "I never thought I'd see you in need of a shave," was all he said. Ed watched him carefully, but Roy stood up. "The bathroom's at the top of the stairs," he said. "I'll go look for some sheets - I've got a few spare shirts if you'd like to wash your clothes."

Ed nodded numbly, watched Roy move up and out of the kitchen, and after a moment, stood. What was THAT all about?

The bathroom was at the top of the steps and was quaint - it looked almost like something out of an old movie. Ed still hadn't gotten used to the reverse tech, but it wasn't terribly hard to figure out the shower.

He didn't take a long shower, just enough to rinse off from earlier. The cut on his head had started to heal up nicely, and he washed the grime out of his hair. He walked out of the bathroom clad just in his boxers, toweling his hair off as he did so. He looked up to see Roy staring at him, looking stricken.

Ed looked down at himself to make sure he was tucked away properly and his dick wasn't hanging out. "What?" he asked.

He didn't receive an answer. Ed sighed and hung his towel over the door, then followed Mustang.

Roy had retreated back downstairs and Ed stalked after him purposefully, finally tracking him to the kitchen. "What is your problem?" he demanded, arms crossed. Then he realized because Roy wouldn't turn around and suddenly a few things shuffled into place and Ed laughed suddenly.

He crossed the kitchen in a few quick strides and wrapped his arms around Mustang, both hands heading south. "What the hell-!" Roy said and Ed settled his chin on Roy's shoulder.

"You weren't pissed because I fucked the barmaid," Ed smirked into his ear. "You were jealous."

He felt Roy go stiff against him and tucked one hand into his trousers, stroking Mustang's dick with two fingers. It was already half-hard. "This isn't right-" Mustang tried to shrug out of grip, but Ed had two inches and twenty pounds of muscle on him. Ed kept him pinned between himself and the counter.

"What isn't right about it?" Ed said, stroking lazily. "'S not like I'm going to stick around." He felt Roy's pulse and breathing pick up through his bare chest and grinned against his neck. "Just a quick fuck," he murmured, biting Roy's neck, right under his ear.

"Dammit," Roy hissed, one hand on Ed's wrist, trying to still him. "I can't-"

Ed ground up against him and Roy stopped talking, just breathed hard and steady against the counter. Then he twisted under Ed's grasp and Ed released him, he turned around and was kissing Ed, his tongue nearly going halfway down Ed's throat. Ed groaned against his mouth. "Now that's more like it," he said.

#

Roy spread his legs for Ed, hands braced on the counter while Ed pressed his fingers inside, his thumb braced behind Roy's balls, spreading the oil Ed had found inside and fucking him with his fingers. Roy had his forehead pressed into his arm and was making small panting noises, hips twitching occasionally. Ed pressed kisses to Roy's shoulder blade, burning hot through his dress shirt, his other hand fisted around his cock.

"Yeah, you like that," Ed encouraged, twisting his fingers in Roy. His hips bucked into Ed's other hand and Ed laughed, withdrawing his hand and listening to Roy whine, pushing his hips back to bump against Ed's thigh.

"Dammit," Roy panted, turning his head so he could watch Ed with one eye. "Where did you learn-"

"You probably don't want to know," Ed said realistically, running his hand up and down his own dick, eyes sliding half closed with the sensation. He nudged Roy's ass, spreading the cheeks with his hands before bending over him. Roy hissed in a breath as Ed pushed in to him, slowly, carefully-

"Fuck," Roy said, his eyes closed. "I won't fucking break-"

Ed ignored him, carefully, slowly sliding in. He pressed his face against Roy's back, between his shoulder blades and fucked into him again. Whatever Roy was saying devolved very quickly into gibberish as Ed slammed into him. He cried out and Ed could feel his hips jerk as he came, but Ed kept riding him, fucking into him several more times before he came as well.

Roy slumped to his knees and Ed followed, resting his head on Roy's back, arms wrapped tight around his mid-section. "Hell," Roy muttered. "What a mess-"

"Deal with it in the morning," Ed said, drained, eyes already half closed.

"Don't go to sleep on me," Roy sounded affronted. "There's a bed for that!"

#

Ed woke when a shadow slid off his face and the morning sun crept over his eyes. He growled, rolling over and nearly rolling into Roy, who had spooned up against him in the night. Ed groaned and sat up, running a hand through his hair and glancing around the room blearily.

Then he noticed Castiel in the corner, and nearly launched himself out of the bed. "Jesus Christ!"

Castiel shot him a sour look. Ed's sudden jerking and shouting roused Roy, and he rolled out of bed and had a glove on his hand, aiming at Castiel like it was some sort of weapon. "No," Ed said, following after and grabbing Roy's arm, forcing it upwards. "He's a friend!"

Ed became very aware of the fact that they were naked and wrestling in front of Castiel and coughed. "Cas," he said. "Am I glad to see you."

"You had to go and piss off a faerie," Castiel said dryly. "It took me a day and a half to figure out where it sent you."

"Because I was totally going to let it eat kids," Ed said.

"Nasty, vile creatures." Castiel said. "Your brother is waiting for you."

"So, uh." Ed looked at Roy and cocked a grin. "Nice meeting you, Mustang. Hope things work out between you and your Elric."

Roy blinked sleepily and then the two of them were gone. He looked around the room in confusion but there was no trace that they had even been there.

#

"I can't believe you sent the angel after me," Ed said, smacking Al in the arm.

"What else did you want me to do?" Al said, leaning against the Impala. "I didn't know where you went, and the clurichaun vanished without a trace, so. I got the girl home to her parents and kinda went from there." He looked up at the sky. "Where'd you end up, anyway?"