Fullmetal Bebop

Disclaimer: As they say in South Carolina, “That there aint mines.\" Meaning FMA and CB. :D


Jet, Spike, and Faye all sat around the den, staring at each other. Maes had opted to stay on his cousin’s ship to ‘watch’ them and make sure they didn’t try to dip out. He was currently in the bathroom, expelling the stew Jet had made from his body. Jet’s cooking had an acquired taste, and wasn’t for those who were spoiled by things like chocolate, shrimp, tofu, or other highly expensive foods. Maes came out after what seemed like hours, a thin film of sweat over his face.

“Whew, the next time I’m hungry, I’ll just starve to death,” he exclaimed, shutting the bathroom door behind him. Ed ran over to use the bathroom, but Maes blocked her path. “Yeah, that exhibit will be closed for awhile,” he said rubbing the back of his neck and blushing.

“Christ, can you light a candle or some incense or something?” Faye emphasized, pinching her nose. The Bebop didn’t have great ventilation or anything, so the crew usually waited until they landed somewhere to crap. Maes blushed furiously, but wasn’t embarrassed. Shitting was a part of life, so Faye could go fuck herself. It’s not like her ass smelled like roses or anything, especially since she wore rubber shorts anyway.

“It doesn’t matter. Roy wants you to park your ship on Jupiter and join the rest of them on the Trisha.” Maes made it a point to look at Spike when he said the word ‘you’. Spike scratched his cheek and shrugged. “That’s fine and dandy, I guess. But who will pay for the storage fee? Jet and I spent all our money on caviar and horse racing.”

“Tally ho, young chap,” Jet said in a mock haughty voice. Maes snickered.

“Of course the military will foot the bill. It’s kind of like you’re all hired mercenaries. You’ll be taken care of quite well as long as you’re with us.”

Faye perked up at the part of being well taken care of. “Does that mean real food? And a soft bed with a skylight?”

“And a white picket fence and a dog and a room all of my own!” Spike squealed, clearly poking fun at Faye. “Calm down girl. It’s not like you’re getting adopted.”

Maes cocked his head. “Actually, it’s a lot like being adopted. Or something like that. I wouldn’t know, my real parents kept me.” he laughed and then stared at Ed. “No offense,” he offered and handed her some candy that he was keeping for his daughter, Elysia. Ed nodded and inhaled the candy and smiled. “Father-person didn’t leave me. He eats a lot of eggs,” she said, wagging her head around. Maes nodded. “That’s...nice, um, Ed.”

“So when do we dock and board the Trisha?” Jet asked. He was looking forward to being a regular passenger and not a captain for awhile. There was work aplenty to put into the Bebop to keep it running, and it would do nothing but slow them down when chasing Vicious and the other murderers. Plus, getting to see that Elric boy was of interest to him too. He had noticed something silvery about the boy’s right arm, and guessed it to be prosthesis; auto mail to be exact. Auto mail was more expensive, durable, and stronger than cybernetic prosthesis and Jet wanted as close a look as he could get to the boy’s arm. Also, he noticed a small hole in Ed’s left leg pants, and saw the same silver there. The thought of having auto mail for both an arm and a leg greatly intrigued and excited Jet.

Maes checked the ship’s radar system. “We should be approaching Jupiter in a few hours. When we arrive, we will park and store the Bebop and then join everyone else on the Trisha. You can fly your own smaller ships and park them in the main garage with the Elrics.”

Faye laughed. “You mean you keep Ed and that armored guy in the garage? Makes sense for the big scrap heap.” Faye leaned back when she saw two hazel eyes blazing at her through glasses.

“Al is a wonderful alchemist and a good friend. The same goes for Edward. Talk sideways about them again, and I’ll arrest you and turn you over to your debtors.” Maes spoke sharply and pointed his finger in the violet haired woman’s face. Faye slinked down and hung her head. “Sorry,” she muttered in a very insincere voice. Maes smiled. “It’s okay,” he said cheerfully. “Besides, the Elrics that I was referring to are the smaller ships. Like the Elric-RO6. Very fast. That’s Roy’s ship though and he’d be super pissed if anyone flew it but him. My ship is the Elric-Elysia. So on and so on,” Maes explained. Faye rolled her eyes and looked out of the window, praying eventually that Spike’s cousin would shut up.

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“So what do you think about them, Al?” Ed asked his brother as they sat in his cabin on the Trisha. When on missions with Roy, Ed usually stayed to himself, talking mostly to Al. If he allowed himself near Roy, either sex or an argument or both would occur and today he wasn\'t up for the emotional roller coaster.

Al turned to his brother, who was lying outstretched on one of the two beds in the room. The room was similar to their dorm room at Central, but the room was a tad bit smaller and a whole lot nicer. The beds had extremely soft cotton sheets and the room itself was a bluish green color with a black vase of violets brought from Gracia’s garden at Central. “They all seemed very charismatic. I like that little girl who has the same name as you, Nii-san,” Al said in his sweet sounding voice. “She has a glow about her and I think she’s a darling.”

“There can be only one darling Ed, and that’s moi.” Ed rolled over and looked at his brother and smiled. “That one guy that’s going bald has cybernetic prosthesis.”

“Auto mail?” Al asked, wondering why he didn’t notice Jet’s fake arm.

Ed shook his head. “No, he probably doesn’t know anyone like Pinako or Winry that could get him auto mail. Hell, we lucked out that we grew up with Amestris’s best auto mail creators. Besides, his prosthesis is flesh colored, so don’t feel bad for not noticing it. Believe me, even I had to look twice.” Ed rolled on his back and placed his hands behind his head. Had that Spiegel asshole not been there, he could have paid more attention to Jet. He felt the older man’s muscular body when he had him pinned against the wall, and the thought made him grow slightly faint. He dismissed what he felt though, because under different circumstances, he knew Jet could probably deliver a wallop on him. He didn’t need to lose a few teeth for asking if Jet wanted a romp between the sheets.

As for that Spike character...Ed frowned. He didn‘t like the way Roy and Spike were looking at each other. Even though they were finished, Ed couldn‘t help the pangs of jealousy that were invading his frontal lobe. ‘What the hell kind of name is Spike anyway?’ he thought to himself. ‘That name just screams bondage-a-go-go.’ He could picture Spike leather clad in a rhinestone jock strap and nipple rings. He laughed at the thought, making Al stare at him.

“Nii-san?” Al asked, hoping that his brother hadn\'t lost his mind.

“Nothing, Al. Go to sleep.”

“But I don’t sleep.”

“Then pretend to!” Al noted the irritation in his brother’s voice and decided not to pursue conversation, lest he perform the ‘2nd step of transmutation’ on him.

Roy sat at the captain’s bridge, watching the Bebop a few miles ahead of him. He sighed, his mind filled with thoughts of curly greenish black hair, chiseled features, and spikes. Spike. Spike. Spicky Spooky Spike-diddly-ike-dyke-dyke. He wished Maes was there to talk to him, that he never set eyes on Spike, that he never took on this stupid mission, that Spike was underneath him thrusting-

WHOA.

Granted that Roy was a normal man with a somewhat high libido, he honestly had not had sex since he and Ed broke up. He could also count on one hand the times he had masturbated within the past nine months. He was depressed, but not beyond function. He more than realized he and Ed were over with chance of reconciliation slim to none. It seemed like when Ed went, so did Roy’s sexual appetite. Until today. Until he was face to face with Spike Spiegel. When he touched that warm, smooth hand and looked into those multicolored eyes, Roy was at a loss for words. He knew instantly he wanted that hand on him, anywhere on him, and those eyes to visually rape him before actual commencement of the act. Before Roy could stop himself, his jacket was off, his pants unzipped, and his hardening length out in the open air, visible for anyone in front of the windshield to see. Lucky for him, this was the mandatory rest period (Jupiter’s air causes fatigue fast; if someone was not fully rested and not used to the air, they could pass out and perhaps die of fatigue within 3 hours of arrival on the planet) and no one would be about the ship.

Spitting in his hand, he gently took hold of his thickness and began to tease himself, squeezing his long shaft before slowly stroking it, imagining Spike was the one doing it. Roy tilted his head back and began stroking himself more, his precum making himself slicker and easier to stroke. He closed his eyes and tightened his hold around his member, imagining what it would be like to be deep inside of Spike. His mind wandered at the possibility of holding the wiry figure in his lap while thrusting behind him, kissing and licking Spike’s neck. Roy bit his bottom lip and felt his balls tighten as he came, very quietly murmuring Spike’s name. Opening his eyes, he dug around in the console for a tissue or rag and wiped himself off and straightened his uniform. He felt more relaxed, and hell, even a tad bit sexy. He couldn’t help but wonder if in that tattered ship in front of him if Spike was doing the same thing, or atleast thinking of him.

If only all it took was a simple wish to make events come true!

Spike sat in his room on the Bebop, laying on his bed. Everyone but Jet and Maes had retired to take a nap, since the rest of them were unfamiliar with Jupiter’s air. Spike closed his eyes, but was unable to find sleep. Every time he tried to nod off, visions of Roy would swim into his head and refuse to leave. He thought of the black haired, fair skinned Colonel, and it made him slightly excited. Spike never considered himself straight or gay, because basically he had been with just as many women as he had men. Relationships with women seemed more favorable, because women were predictable. Men were actually the conniving, catty, bitchy ones. Men could very easily like to your face, claiming that they love you and will be with you always, or atleast until the next pretty face comes along. This was Spike’s experience only, and that\'s really all that mattered to him. However, if it was passion Spike was seeking, by all means he would be with a man.

He rolled over on his side, trying to get comfortable and ignore the growing erection that was rubbing against his stomach. Irritably sighing, he took hold of his dick and gave it a few careless tugs, hoping that it could be satiated. Of course, Spike’s little head had a mind of it’s own separate from his big head, and just grew harder at the contact. Spike gave a wry smile to his now oozing head and decided to stroke himself off properly. He really had not engaged in any sexual acts since...well since he and Vicious had a heated fuck about two years ago. They had been fighting over Julia (what else would they fight over?) and Vicious had pinned him and the next thing Spike knew, Vicious was raping him. But it couldn’t be called rape exactly because Spike wanted it. He wanted to feel the length of his best friend inside of him. He wanted to be torn, to be bruised, to be treated like the slut he was.

‘Vicious...I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry...’

Tears stung Spike’s eyes as he thought of the true love of his life, and thoughts of the raven Colonel were pushed aside. The time before Vicious took him; they had actually made love, Vicious’s blue-gray eyes dancing with Spike’s as they rocked together in a melodic meld. Spike recalled the delicious flesh moving over his own, the delight he felt when tasting Vicious. He could feel the pain in his bowels just as if Vicious was behind him at that very moment, thrusting into him for the first time, fear and pleasure masking both of their faces. The memory then became a fantasy again as Vicious faded and Roy reappeared. The tall, well-built Colonel was behind Spike, gently easing his ample length into the bounty hunter. Spike let out an audible moan as thoughts of being fucked by Roy wafted inside his mind, replacing the angst and pain of Vicious. The mixtures of Roy’s face and then Vicious’s face ran repeatedly through Spike’s mind, causing his hand to move much faster than he had planned, and spill his seed shortly thereafter.

Sweating and panting, Spike wiped off his stomach, hand, and dick, and lay back on his bed, tears rolling down his face. He felt so fucking lost and so fucking vulnerable. Instead of sobbing himself to sleep like usually did, he managed to pacify himself by clearing his mind in a futile, but sincere attempt at a dreamless sleep.

Spike awoke a couple of hours later to hard knocking on his door. He lay on his bed blinking until Maes walked over and hoisted him up.

“Hey kiddo, are you all right?” Maes lightly tapped Spike’s cheeks, alarmed by the distant look in his cousin’s eyes. Spike moved his eyes to Maes’s and socked him in the stomach.

“Gotcha.” Spike slipped between Maes’ legs and ran out into the hallway, his cousin hot on his trail.

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Faye covered her mouth and gagged and coughed as they stepped off of the Bebop onto Jupiter. The air was thick and sort of yellowish, and the fact they were in a storage hangar did nothing to promote circulation of air. In a nanosecond, Major Armstrong and his pink sparkles appeared out of nowhere, smacking her on the back and nearly severing her spinal column.

“Miss Valentine, are you alright?” he asked, saluting after he finished breaking Faye’s back. Miss Valentine remained unamused. “Get away from me you oaf,” she muttered, affixing an oxygen mask to her face. Ahhh, clean air. How pleasant. Major Armstrong turned slightly red at the insult and his pink sparkles vanished as quickly as they came. “Um, I mean thanks but I’m all right,” Faye quickly apologized. She wasn’t afraid of anyone, but quite literally, four of her could make one of the Major. Faye might have not known much, but she was a whiz when it came to math, and she knew not to fuck with someone four times her size.

Spike wheezed and rubbed his eyes at the lack of air. He hatefully stared at Maes and Jet, who were frolicking around in the hangar. Major Armstrong seemed all right, but since he could probably LIFT Jupiter and carry it on his back, of course he would seem all right. Spike looked at Ein and Ed, who were making strange hiccupping noises and falling all over the floor. He smirked when Armstrong went and picked both of them up, carrying one under each arm.

“It was so nice of Mustang to send you to help us carry everything to the Trisha,” Spike called to Armstrong in a condescending voice. Armstrong nodded his head at Spike, not catching the sarcastic intent. His eyes were focused on Faye, who seemed to be having difficulty breathing, walking, and carrying her Louis Vuitton bag. Spike rolled his eyes and walked out of the hangar to board the Trisha that was parked a few meters away from them.

“Ok, everyone. As of now, you are soldiers of the Amestrian Army.” Roy handed out pamphlets entitled ‘So You’re Now Our Property’, wristwatches, and black uniforms to the Bebop crew. “The wristwatches tell time and also double as a wireless communication device. Press the red button to talk, and the blue button will summon Central command and the ship you are currently registered on, which is The Trisha, to hone in on your location and deploy assistance despite location. It is intergalactic,” Roy bragged, holding up his own watch.

“So if someone was trying to beat my ass on Venus, and you guys were on Mars, would people from Venus and you guys come to help?” Spike asked, fingering the watch. Roy narrowed his eyes to gage Spike’s seriousness and nodded his head. “Yes, Spike. We would come to save your narrow ass.” Spike looked up sharply to see Roy grinning slyly at him. “Like I’d ever need you to save shit that has to do with me.” he mumbled, causing Jet and Faye to chuckle. “Oh and something else. I’m not wearing this duck-fuck uniform either,” Spike announced, crumpling it into a ball and throwing it back at Roy. Maes and Armstrong were in the back of the room, arms folded snickering at the brazen bounty hunter. “That’s my cousin,” Maes said proudly.

Roy rolled his eyes and glared at Spike. “Fine. I don’t give a damn what you wear. Run buck ass naked for all I care, just as long as you respect this military, crew, and ship and adhere to all rules.” With that, Roy clicked his heels and walked away. “The dog can stay with Ed and Al. Faye and the girl can room and Jet and the boy can room also,” Roy called in a singsong voice as he strode down the hall.

“Room?” Jet said frowning at Spike.

“Boy?” Spike’s face was turning red from anger.

“Girl?” Faye looked at Ed and wrinkled her nose.

“Faye-Faye!” Ed shouted and wrapped her arms around Faye, knocking her over.

Roy grinned as he walked back to his quarters. The anger in Spike’s voice made him laugh, although he didn’t actually get to see it. His heart fluttered at the thought of having Spike under his roof. The Bebop crew wasn’t leaving anytime soon, so if Roy wanted, he could approach Spike whenever he wanted. There was really no rush, besides, observing the prey is always more effective than just swooping in for the kill. Seeing Ed and Spike clash would be worth it, even if Roy never got to even touch Spike.

Faye walked to the room in which she and Ed were to share and sighed in relief upon opening the door. The room was large and bright with three windows on the far side. The beds were spacious and there were two dressers for each of them and a small vanity and two desks with two chairs. There was also a bookcase and a laptop computer on one of the desks. The room was a very neutral color, the carpet was brown and the furniture was oak and plain. The bed sheets were crème colored; the same as the walls. Faye claimed the bed closest to the windows and fell on it, drowning in the jasmine scented sheets. Ed walked in and curiously poked at the furniture, hacked and downloaded the contents of the laptop on the desk, jumped up and down on her bed, and then climbed under the sheets and started to snore loudly, just as Faye had been doing. A shadow stood at their door for a moment and then vanished almost as quickly as it appeared.

Spike and Jet also walked to their room, almost an exact replica of Faye and Ed\'s except for the carpet and walls were both dark green and the bedspreads were sky blue. The beds were the softest they had been on in awhile and Jet fell fast asleep. Spike, however, was plagued by the thoughts on the Bebop of Vicious and could sense his ex-lover was up to something. He closed his eyes and tried to relax, but couldn\'t. This place was too unfamilliar and too comfortable. Spike got up to search for a training room or gym to try to work off some of his stress. As he walked out of his room, Roy noticed him and turned to follow the green haired hunter in curiosity.

Alex sighed at the sight of Faye sleeping. She looked so pretty with her cherry lips slightly open and her nose scrunched up. He could barely keep his chest in his heart and he chided himself for running away like a love struck schoolgirl when Faye shifted in her sleep. The other little girl was sleeping in the room too, but had she not been there, Alex may have had the gumption to steal over to Faye and touch her violet locks. He sighed again and pulled out the white tablet on which he was sketching a headshot of Faye. “Love at first sight,” he grumbled and began to shade in Faye’s eyes.

Vicious walked over to the glass-incubated coffin which held Gren and let out a low hum. Gren had been badly wounded in a crash on the way to Titan and Vicious had saved him and put him in the incubator to keep him alive. The ambiotic fluids inside sustained Gren’s life even though he was in a coma. There had been a few close calls though. Vicious, although never one to adhere to routine for other’s convenience, had to make sure he checked on Gren whenever Kimblee wasn’t around. The Crimson Alchemist was so jealous, he once even knocked over Gren’s coffin just so he could watch the fluid leak out and see the poor man die. Without the fluid, Gren was basically a fish out of water, and Vicious had come in the room just in time to save him. Kimblee was insane and insecure, and figured that Vicious was only fucking him because Gren was in a coma and Julia was dead. Being 3rd did not sit well with Kimblee so he would always do things to test Vicious’s love/patience with him. Kimblee had been acting better though, mostly because Vicious allowed him to partake in the slaying of the Kozoku family.

“Were you looking at Gren again?” Vicious turned to see Kimblee standing behind him dressed in a long silver kimono and his long black hair in a bun held together by white marble chopsticks. If Kimblee had breasts and shaved, he’d look almost exactly like Gren. Vicious walked over and kissed Kimblee on the lips, stroking the man’s neck where his pulse was located. “Make love to me,” Kimblee murmured, leaning deeper into the kiss. Vicious picked Kimblee up and carried him off to the room; unaware that Gren’s eyes were now open and watching them.


For those a lil slow, here are some answers to questions:
>Kimblee was the one in the video Riza asked Al about.
>Kimblee and Vicious ARE fucking.
>Gren is STILL alive.
>Julia is dead (?)
>There will be a lemon next chapter! Oooh la la!