Trials Vol.1: The Sun Behind the Clouds

This is basically a lemon chapter with some funny stuff in it. A little fun poked at Frank, but does anyone even like him? I decided to leave you all with sort of a cliffhanger at the end. I own Isis Ascher and all of the Royal Shimos.

Roy angrily threw his wrench across his office. He and Hughes had spent the better part of the morning trying to erect a playpen/gym structure for Corinthian and Cillian to no avail. “Why do I feel like Corky from Life Goes On?!!“ Roy screamed in an anguished voice. He and Hughes were hot,
tired, and sweaty from fighting with the contraption. Hughes frowned at the colorful bars of metal. “I just always let Elysia play in cardboard boxes,” he mused aloud, looking at the directions for the hundredth time. “That’s because you’re a hillbilly redneck,” Roy muttered, angry that the child containment unit had gotten the best of him. “Exactly. Too bad I can‘t wear overalls and bare feet instead of this hot ass uniform,” Hughes said in a sarcastic voice. He threw down the directions and stood up. “Screw this. I could be watching Mr. Rogers with my daughter or sleeping,” he said, putting his military coat back on.

“Or working,” Hawkeye added from the door. Periodically, she and other officers had stopped by to laugh at the two men sprawled on the floor, trying unsuccessfully to build a crib.

Hughes made an ugly face at her and walked to the door. “As usual, Ree Ree is right right. I have more cases than a fuckin liquor store, and tomorrow is going to be a wonderfully long day in court.” Hawkeye handed him a stack of paperwork on his way out, screaming at him when he tried to be sly and throw them in the hallway wastebasket. “NO MORE WIRE HANGERS!!!” Hughes screamed, running away from Hawkeye.

“By the way...any other signs of Envy?” Hawkeye said in a low voice after catching Hughes and boxing his ears. Roy tugged at his collar and shook his head. It had been nearly a month since his children were born, and Envy paid him a visit. He still had difficulty going to sleep and was very cranky from lack thereof. Hawkeye sat gingerly on the couch and studied her hands, a sign she wanted to talk. “Go on,” Roy said in a testy voice, praying he had the receipt for the piece of shit playpen. $165 for a fucking playpen! And it wasn’t even encased in gold, had no warranty, and would not automatically change, feed, or wash the babies. What a friggin rip off.

“I think that there’s a connection to Faith and Envy,” she said in a hollow voice. Roy stopped trying to shove the pieces back into their box and froze. He had come to the same conclusion. Ed had the babies roughly four days early. How else would Envy had known to pay them a visit unless Larose or Faith told him? “Explain why you think its Faith,” Roy said, joining Hawkeye on the couch. She sighed. “She let Ed go home the same night he gave birth. When I was twelve, I broke my finger and she kept me three days to make sure I didn’t go into shock. She’s known for wanting to observe her patients, especially when something that isn’t run of the mill happens.”

She looked into Roy’s eyes. “I noticed how you were looking at her. She did something weird to you too, didn’t she?” she pressed. Roy nodded. “She told me congratulations and gave me some Garcia y Vega’s and...kissed my cheek,” his voice dwindled down to a whisper. Hawkeye’s mouth dropped. Anyone who knew about Roy and Parker’s relationship also knew that Faith Nightingale HATED(!!!!!!)her daughter’s boyfriend. Faith would have sooner kicked Roy in his balls than wish him any kind of good luck.

Hawkeye’s nostrils flared as she folded her arms and sat back. Roy stood and walked to his desk to pull out Ed’s hair tie, something he did when he missed him. Putting it on his wrist underneath his alchemy glove, he tossed Hawkeye an after dinner mint and smiled. “Faith wasn’t Envy if that’s what you’re thinking. He isn’t smart enough to deliver a baby.” They both chuckled, chomping on chalky but delicious after dinner mints. Chewing, Roy looked down, puzzled to see his flame stationary mixed in with the stack of paperwork Hawkeye brought in for him. Looking up, he noticed she had slipped out of the room. He always respected that she gave him privacy when it came down to he and Edward.

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Koibito,
You are such an asshole. I thought you had a few more days off to spend with me. Oh yeah, I forgot. I’m engaged to a WANNABE DICTATOR!!! Or Fuehrer. Sadist. Diablo. Satan. They call you a lot of names, you know. Your daughter threw up on your antique sofa and your son...well...those brown stains on your spare uniform are NOT chocolate. Come home and make love with me, and I might think about marrying you for real. If you aren’t home by 1 p.m, the locks will be changed. Rush will be keeping the babies from noon to around 6 p.m. I forced Riza to slip you this letter, so don’t even think about being mean to her about it. All it took was a pack of after dinner mints and a huge B.O.B! Bet you wanna know what that is...

Aishiteru,
Edward

P.S. Bring tranquillizer darts for the kids when you come home.
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Roy laughed at the note and gazed into a picture that sat on his desk of Ed, himself, and the babies, taken about two weeks ago at the Annual Military Picnic. Roy laughed even harder remembering the events of the picnic....

“Awww, aren\'t you the most precious little boy I’ve ever seen?” Maria Ross cooed to Cillian, who was happily slobbering on one of her tank top straps. She bounced him on her hip and cut her eyes at Denny and winked, who blushed and turned away. Armstrong poked Denny and grinned widely. “So, Ross wants to have some ninos, say?” he said, poking Denny again. Denny blushed and smirked. “You worry about Ramona and I’ll handle Senorita Ross.” Hughes looked over at Denny, slapping his shoulders roughly.

He and Roy were both three sheets to the wind, having started their drinking around 11a.m. By the time the picnic festivities were fully underway at three, they were swooning around like highschoolers that had just taken a drink for the first time ever. Hughes took a swig of his beer and pointed over in the direction of Frank Archer. “Look at that asshole,” he slurred, making those at the table drunk(he and Roy), not drunk(Ed, the babies, Elysia, Ramona, Al, and Hawkeye), and semi-drunk(Maria, Denny, Armstrong, Hawkeye, Gracia, and Rush) all burst out in laughter.

“What the fuck is he wearing? He looks like a Benneton commercial. Psst,” Hughes said loudly, almost falling off the bench. “Everybody, watch this. HEY FRANK!!! I LIKE YOUR KEDS!” he screamed, pointing at the white shoes with the blue rubber logo on the back. Hughes succeeded in falling off the bench in laughter, rolling even harder when Frank flipped him off.

“Fuckin lame ass shoes,” Roy gargled, lolling his head about. “Yo Gray, would you fuck Frank for a dollar?” Hughes asked, leaning so closely in his wife’s face that he almost fell on her. Gracia rolled her eyes and chuckled into her beer. “No? How about me?“ Hughes slurred, grabbing his wife’s thigh. “Hell no!“ she yelled, laughing and kissing him. Elysia tugged on Al’s apron and pointed. “My daddy is drunk,” she whispered as if it were a secret. Al giggled and patted Elysia on the head and offered her more cake and ice cream.

“HEY FRANK-O!” Hughes screamed again moments later. Frank stomped up to the table, itching to shoot everyone sitting there. “Aye man, I was kidding about the Keds. They’re off the chain, for real. Listen though, that chick you were walkin with the other day with the red hair; did you bang her?”

Frank pushed his chest out and looked smugly at Roy. “You mean Roy’s ex? Sure did,” he bragged. Roy snorted and took a long drink of beer. “Too bad you were fucking a man,” he snapped in a not so quiet voice. “What did you say?!!” Frank nearly shouted, incensed that Roy would say something like that about his new girlfriend. “I said I want some fucking ham,” Roy said, covering his face to stifle a laugh. Ed shook his head at Hughes and Roy. He had seen Roy angry and drunk, but not funny and drunk. It was actually quite amusing. Frank shifted uncomfortably and pointed towards a tent. “Oh. Well. they have some ham in there I think.” “Gee thanks,” Roy said in a Pee Wee Herman like voice. Hughes had his head down on the table, smacking his hands down on the wooden planks in laughter. Frank rolled his eyes and walked away, and the table roared in laughter again upon seeing Frank’s more than noticeable wedgie through his khaki shorts.

“What a friggin loser,” Al mumbled, making everyone stare at him. “What? He’s a punk. Trust me, if I had my body, I would not wear that...that...ensemble,” Al spat, motioning at Frank‘s clothes. Denny stared at him. “That was like, the gayest thing I ever heard in my entire life.“ Ed stood up and bared his fists. “What’s wrong with being gay?!” he snapped, prepared to bring his blade out and start slicing and dicing some asses. Almost everyone had succeeded in getting on his nerves that morning and his stress level was off the charts. Plus, a Second Lieutenant was NOT about to talk shit to his brother, the brother of a Major and soon to be brother in law of a Colonel! Yes, Denny had surely lost all three of his little brain cells. Denny held up his hands in supplication. “I meant no disrespect, um Mister Major Elrich Fullmetal Alchemist sir,” he mumbled, hoping the angry teenager would spare his life.

Ramona smirked. “That’s what kids get for sitting at the adult table.” Roy shrugged and wrapped his arm around Ed, who was now rocking Corinthian to sleep. “Be easy my man, or else you‘ll upset daddy‘s Czarina. Isn‘t that right my precious?” Roy sang to his daughter, who was just as happy and slobbery as her brother. Just as he was prepared to kiss Ed, a long shadow appeared over their table.

“Colonel Mustang. Major Elrich. You all never called me. I was beginning to think I wouldn\'t get to do the wedding,” General Haruko stated, slightly weaving. Almost everyone at the picnic was drunk and it was the only time of year you really could be drunk in front of superiors/subordinates and it be all right. Roy nodded up to him and gave an apologetic look. “Ed had the babies. We were...preoccupied.” Haruko nodded and hitched slightly. “Just let me know when. Good luck to you both.” He nodded to the others at the table, gave Elysia a cherry ice lolly, and then staggered away, nearly falling down on Yoki and a few others that were gathered close to the tent. Roy watched Haruko walk away, wondering to himself when exactly he and Ed were going to marry.

“Colonel, are you going home now or not?” Hawkeye’s voice called from the doorway. Roy looked at his watch. He had only 12 minutes to make a 20 minute drive. “Time’s a’wastin,” Hawkeye said smugly, watching Roy frantically search for his keys. Roy stopped for a moment and stared at her.

“Riza, what\'s a B.O.B?”

She grinned and walked over to hand Roy the keys that had fallen in front of his desk. “Battery Operated Boyfriend.” Roy smacked the middle of his head. “I knew that,” he muttered, waving good-bye and running off. 10 minutes left to get home...

Roy finally sped into his driveway some only 8 minutes later, mentally cursing himself for hitting the curb and taking out the azaleas Al and Ramona had so carefully planted at the edge of the drive. He broke the natural laws of speed trying to get home. He ran through red lights, a school stop, and had to swerve around some old bitch that was trying to walk her old ass across the road. In dire situations such as this, Roy had no time to be the yielding motorist society expected him to be. He barely parked his convertible when he hopped over the windshield, slid over the hood, and jumped to the back door through the garage.

Checking his watch, he saw it was precisely 12:59. Placing his key in the lock, he said an orange flash and Edward looking through the window grinning at him. “You’re one minute late,” he said, his golden eyes shining. Roy attempted to jiggle the lock, but he knew it was useless. “Open door,” he said, his brown eyes darkening. Ed shook his head and smiled. “Open the motherfucking door! Do it!” Roy screamed, and kicked the door in frustration.

Ed lifted his shirt, showing his naked breasts and danced around the kitchen, eyes closed singing “I’m too sexy for my Colonel, too sexy for my Colonel, I’m too sexy to let him in the house, too sexy to let him in the house...” Ed stopped when he noticed Roy wasn’t at the window anymore. He felt something behind him and wasn’t fast enough when he tried to run away.

The next thing he knew, he was up against the wall, and he felt Roy’s hot breath in his ear. “I’ve lived in this house for nearly five years, Edward. There’s more than one way to get inside.” Roy turned Ed around and claimed his mouth savagely, his tongue sweeping around his young lover’s mouth. Ed moaned and pulled his white tee over his head, fully revealing his round breasts to Roy. “I’m still taking the hormone pills,” Ed said breathlessly as Roy continued kissing his neck and lips. Roy mumbled a reply that Ed considered to be either ‘good’, ‘okay’, or ‘chili’ and picked Ed up and carried him to the Red Room.

Roy gently set Ed down on the bed and lay beside him, tracing over the small scar below his belly button from the C-Section. Ed murmured quietly, his golden eyes meeting Roy’s brown ones. “Faith said no nookie for atleast two more weeks,” Ed reminded him in a sing song tone. “Cock tease. Why ask me to come home and make love to you then?” Ed clicked his tongue and smiled at Roy. “Your old age is making you unobservant. I said make love WITH me, not TO me.” Roy scratched his jaw and stared at Ed. Then, understanding set in; understanding that made his stomach churn with anticipation. Ed grinned wickedly and pushed Roy off the bed. “Go take a bath, you military slut. You smell like a locker room. And make sure you clean your crack. I don‘t deal well with butt pebbles.” Roy gave Ed a raspberry and walked out of the room, sticking his middle finger up with a grin as he left.

“Tramp,” Ed called out from the bed.

“Bitch,” Roy called back, turning on the shower.

“Whore.”

“Fag,” Roy peeled off his clothes and opened the white marble containing his bath leaves.

“Dyke.”

“Midget pixie sawed off half-pint microscopic gaki of an alchemist!” Roy heard small feet running and closed the bathroom door in Ed’s face, nearly hitting him with it.

“SON OF A GODDAMN WHORE!! I AM NOT A MIDGET!! OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR! NOW!!!!!” Ed screamed, beating on the door.

“I‘m not opening shit and stop calling my mother a whore.” Roy calmly selected the vanilla and mint scented leaves and put them in a satchel connecting to the showerhead so that the water would become scented.

The banging on the door ceased and Roy took his shower uninterrupted. When finished, he wrapped a towel around his hips and cautiously stuck his head out of the door, lest Ed was waiting around the corner to hit him on his head. His concussion still hurt at times and he didn’t need another to compound the pain. Coast clear, Roy walked down the hall back into the Red Room to find Ed naked and going through his drawers. He noticed that Ed had transmutated the sleigh bed into a strange looking bed with black metal bars on the foot and head of the bed. Bars that looked like they could support something being propped up against them or pulled on without breaking. Roy raised an eyebrow in anticipation at the new bars on his king-sized bed.

“May I help you?” Roy asked, slightly annoyed that Ed was rifling through his private dresser. Ed shrugged and turned around, holding the blue vial of oil in his hand. He walked over to Roy and kissed him deep and slow, taking his time to explore his lover’s mouth, even though he had done so many times already. Roy wrapped his arms around Ed and pulled him down on the sheets, welcoming the weight of his fiancee on top of him. Ed kissed down Roy’s neck to his chest, playing with the tanned nipples. Roy writhed and wiggled to be free of the towel which was the only barrier between their naked bodies. “You smell so good,” Ed murmured as he traveled down to Roy’s navel and over his pubic hair. Roy smiled and arched his back, bringing his hot flesh closer to Ed’s kisses.

Ed gave Roy a wicked look and bent down further to spread his lover’s endless legs and very gently and slowly licked a circle around the red puckered flesh of his asshole. He could see Roy jerk his legs involuntarily and gasp loudly. Ed placed the man’s feet on the head bar of the bed as sort of an anchor and made himself comfortable between the two. Ed tossed a few pillows at Roy. “Prop yourself up Colonel, I want you to see me eating you out.”

Roy smirked. “You eat girls out. You rim guys.” he corrected.

Ed smiled sweetly and began to attack Roy’s hole yet again as ‘punishment‘ for correcting him. Roy’s eyes rolled around in his head as he felt Ed’s tongue eventually slip inside him. He pressed down on the tongue inside of him, his cheeks gently bumping against Ed’s face. Ed removed his tongue and replaced it with 3 oil covered fingers, looking up to stare Roy down. Roy gyrated his hips to grin against the fingers, moving his own hand to his erection to stroke himself off. Ed shook his head and slapped Roy’s hand away. “Not yet, I want to make you suffer a little.” Roy lolled his head about. “Akuma mujihi na,” he moaned, arching his back again from the slight pulling sensation from Ed’s fingers.

Ed smirked. “Devil? Merciless?” He pushed his fingers in deeper and smiled at the pre-cum that shot out from Roy when he grazed the small bump inside of him.

“Onegai,” Roy panted, reaching down and grasping at Ed. Ed removed his fingers and slid himself fully into Roy\'s tightness, making the flame alchemist bite and rip his favorite satin sheets with his teeth. Tears came to Roy’s eyes as a thin film of sweat instantly covered him. “Tsumatta,” Ed said, chuckling in a sexy voice. For a moment, Roy was no longer horny. He reached to smack Ed for that scathing comment, but was brought back to the brink of orgasm with another deep long thrust.

Ed pulled Roy to the edge of their bed and started thrusting deeper inside of him, carefully placing Roy’s legs on his shoulders. Ed lovingly stroked Roy’s chest and stomach, bending often to kiss the swollen blood engorged lips of his love. Roy pulled Ed down on his chest, his fingernails making a faint squeak across the auto-mail attachment on Ed’s shoulder blade. Ed continued moving slowly and deeply within Roy, somehow wonderfully hitting his prostate each thrust. Roy felt a warm hand on his cheek and he turned his head to stare Ed straight in the eyes.

“Look at me, Roy. Watch me. Feel me,” Ed whispered, passionately kissing Roy.

Their eyes locked in heated passion as Ed moved within Roy, the pressure in both their groins building. Roy opened his mouth in silent ecstasy, his eyes shiny with tears. He would have let the boy taken him a long time ago had he known it was going to be this good! Part of him had always been afraid to let go of control (he is a Colonel after all, an order GIVER not an order TAKER) and letting go felt strangely wonderful. He felt Ed twitch within him and suddenly, his insides were warm and filled with his lover’s seed. Ed lowered his auto mail hand to Roy’s rock hard erection, pumping slow then fast, slow then fast, until he saw Roy’s face crumple and the cum in his hand.

Ed licked most of the cum off of his hand and wiped the rest on the corner of the bed when Roy wasn’t looking. He crawled up beside his fiancee and stroked his cheek gently. Roy was silent for a moment, staring up at the ceiling and taking the time to relish the butterflies that Ed’s smooth fingers were invoking in his belly. Ed found the silence uncomfortable. “Was I that bad to make you speechless?” he asked in a flat voice. Roy turned his head and looked into Ed’s eyes. “No, you were that good. I’ve never given so much of myself and so much control to anyone before. The fact I did...amazes me,” he softly finished, his gaze unwavering. Ed blushed a deep red and rolled away from Roy. “Don’t go all sentimental on me. So you were my uke for a few minutes. It doesn’t mean you’re a sensitive giving person.”

Ed snickered and placed his arm under the pillow. Roy sighed. “That’s true, but I’m sensitive around you. I love you. Dwarf,” he added.

Ed rolled back over, face red with anger. “WHAT?!!!”

“I said wharf. Like I want to go fishing.” Roy scratched his head and tried to smile to diffuse the situation.

Ed glared. “I’m not that shit for brains Archer. You can’t fool me because I heard just what the fuck you said. Don’t fall asleep asshole,” he warned, rolling back over. Roy placed an arm underneath Ed’s breasts and squeezed him close. “I love you too. Now go to bed before the kids come back,” Ed said, kissing Roy’s hand. They only had about an hour and a half before Cil and Cori came back and were going to relish in each moment of uninterrupted sleep they could get.
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“So how much longer to Amestris?” A woman’s voice interrupted Isis’s thoughts as she drove one of the palace Range Rovers through the sandy ruins of Ishbal.

Isis shrugged and adjusted her sunglasses. “We get there when we get there.”

“Don’t speak to me in that manner,” the other woman replied in a haughty voice. Isis smirked. “Yes Princess Evergreen, heiress to the Xing throne and daughter of Emperor and Lady Shimo. Whatever was I thinking?” Isis bowed her head in mock supplication. Evergreen frowned. “If you weren’t the bone collector, I’d throw you out. As it is, I need you as a bargaining chip. Besides,” Evergreen said smiling widely, “You’re my cousin and I love you!!!” she squealed and wrapped her long brown arms around her fairer skinned cousin. “Hey stop that!” Isis yelled, nearly crashing into a well that was beside of the road.

“So are you sure Mustang needs what we have?” Evergreen asked, rubbing her eyes. It had been hard to sleep during the almost five day trip by car. She and her cousin switched driving shifts so that the other could get sleep, but mostly Evergreen just watched the landscape, remembering her brief life in Ishbal, the war, and how Xerves disappeared in one night, causing the Great Desert.

Isis snorted. “Of course he does. He and that Fullmetal midget need the bones of as many Homunculi as they can get their hands on. They know the secret to the destruction of Homunculi; at least the Fullmetal does, I\'m sure of it. You know the Amestrian army is full of nothing but bloodthirsty murdering bastards. They’d pay top dollar for what we have.”

“Not all of them are bent on war and destruction,” Evergreen sighed and turned away at the mention of the Amestrian army, Mustang and Hughes in particular. They were the reason she and her mother were still alive to this day. Isis turned and opened the large leather trunk on the floor of the jeep and took another glance at the five sets of bones from bodies that had long since had their flesh eaten or rotted away. Each bag contained one body, and was marked to determine the location in which it was found and if it was a man or a woman that had died.

“Remember, the Fullmetal obtained Tim’s notes and knows the secret to the Philosopher\'s stone. Tim even gave him a small piece of one,” Isis added, making her cousin’s eyes go wide. “Do you think it’s the same one that he used on Kenshin?” Evergreen cried out, nearly pulling her cousin\'s arm off the wheel. Kenshin Shimo was the second daughter, next in line to the throne after Evergreen. She fell ill nearly seven summers ago and Isis contacted her old beau to assist the Xianian doctors in healing her. Nothing worked, nothing but the Philosopher\'s stone. But with that healing came an ultimate price.

Isis shrugged and turned her light sensitive gray eyes to her cousin and looked grave. “For that boy’s sake, I hope he wasn’t stupid enough to use the stone on anyone.”

Evergreen rubbed her brown arms and looked scared for a moment. “I-Isis...what will happen if he did?” Isis narrowed her eyes and pressed harder on the gas, speeding toward the Amestrian border silently, praying she would never have to answer that question.

>>I\'m sorry it took awhile to update. To appease you all, I wrote a lemon. Some interesting things are going to be happening soon...



Dictionary:
Gaki-brat,
Akuma-devil
Mujihi na-merciless
Tsumatta-fully packed
Shimo-Frost
Koibito-Boyfriend/Lover