Fullmetal Bebop

Disclaimer: I don’t own FMA or CB. And there’s something crawling on my leg!! *screams and runs*

Spike walked down the corridor of the Trisha, whistling to himself. This current predicament REALLY rubbed him the wrong way and he needed somewhere to let out his frustrations in a way that would not get him arrested. Spike stopped and smiled when he saw a white paneled room filled with mirrors. The floor was made from a series of straw mats sown together and their weights and other exercise equipment within. Walking inside and shutting the door, Spike took off his jacket, shoes, and yellow shirt; neatly folding them and placing them in the corner. Then he began his training with a series of roundhouses followed by a chi-enhancing technique.

“Isn’t that cute? Someone knows Jeet Kune Do,” a voice called from the doorway. Spike turned to see Ed standing there, leaning against the doorway glaring at him. He had on a gray mandarin collar shirt and brown dress pants and his hair was down and slightly curled at the frayed ends. Spike decided Ed had a very girly look to him. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the boy’s growing indignation.

“What’s so fucking funny? I asked you a question, Spiegel!” Ed barked when Spike remained silent, sans the chuckling. “Baka,” Ed muttered and turned away, angry he couldn’t get a reaction to Spike.

Spike shrugged and went back to his exercises, losing himself in his training, pretending not to notice the shadow by the door. Ed was really messing with Spike’s concentration, so Spike began to do a series of roundhouse kicks, eventually kicking his foot out of the door.

“Christ on a stick man! You almost hit me!” Roy said, backing up. Spike gave him a confused look. “You aren’t Ed,” he said in a slightly annoyed voice. Roy dug around in his jeans pocket and brought out some strawberry flavored gum. “You’re such a good and smart boy! Here’s a premio for your observation.” Spike glared at Roy and snatched the gum, smacking loudly.

“So was Ed stalking you earlier or something?” Roy asked nonchalantly. He had witnessed Ed bothering Spike, but hung back and watched the boy make a jealous fool of himself. It warmed Roy’s heart to know that Ed still loved him enough to get pissy over someone else who was interested in Roy.

Spike shrugged and threw his towel over his shoulder. “You military folks have that boy spoiled. He thinks he’s hot shit in a wineglass, but he’s really cold diarrhea in a Dixie cup.” Roy couldn’t help but laugh. Spike shot him a dirty look, but then replaced it with a smile. “Jet said the same thing about me a week ago. Could you tell that I’d been itching for the chance to use that phrase?” Spike gathered up his jacket and other clothes and walked to the entrance of the door. Roy inhaled the scent of sweat mixed with Spike’s cologne and it turned him on immediately. “Do you mind moving?” Spike asked quietly, his face only moments away from Roy’s. Roy involuntarily licked his lips and stared into Spike’s face. Spike remained expressionless as he rubbed himself up against Roy, sliding past him to get to the hallway. The contact nearly made Roy swoon with a schoolgirl like passion. He watched as Spike walked down the hall, and plotted his next move.
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“So then I was all like ‘Yeah, you wanna fight me or something’, and Spike was like, ‘Nah, I don’t want any drama’,” Ed boasted to his brother, the other Ed, and the dog Ein. All three looked at him with annoyance and disbelief.

“Spike-person would have killed you. Triangle man, triangle man. Triangle man hates person man. They have a fight, person wins, person man!” Ed sang happily, waving her long arms and laughing.

Ed glared at her. “What are you trying to say? That I’m so small and compact that I’m in the shape of a triangle, a triangle that can’t fight, or do anything because I’m so small?!!! HUH?!! IS THAT WHAT YOU’RE SAYING?!!” Ed screamed, frothing at the mouth.

“Nii-san.” The voice came sharp and clear. “Stop harassing people.” Al got up and gently ushered Ed and Ein out of the room. “I think Faye was cooking some stew or something.” he said to the two Bebop crew members.

“FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!” Ed cried and ran down the hall, Ein barking and following her.

Al closed the door and looked at his brother. Ed shifted uncomfortably. “Al, don’t stare at me. I can hate Spike if I wanna.” Ed turned away, attempting to avoid his brother’s gaze.

“What did mother always say?” Al chided, pulling at Ed’s shoulder.

Ed smirked. “Always wipe front to back. And don‘t eat anything out of Mrs. Wiggins‘s yard, no matter how tasty it looked.” Al grunted and shoved his brother, nearly pushing him off the bed. “Asshole,” Al muttered as Ed laughed at him.
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Spike walked into the kitchen area, where Ed and Faye were gobbling down some strange brown concoction.

“I never thought when I told you to eat shit and die that you actually would,” Spike muttered, looking over into the pot. Faye stopped shoveling her face and glowered at the green haired man. “Grow up ass pirate. It’s beef stew with green peppers. You know, what Jet makes except with real beef.” Jet smirked at Faye over his newspaper and she winked at him.

“Can I have some?” Spike asked, feeling his stomach rumble. Faye would not give in. “I don’t know, can you?” she teased, licking her spoon off with relish.

“Give me some goddamned soup!” Spike screamed, tired of people messing with him all day. Faye stopped laughing and stared at Spike a moment before she abandoned her own bowl and rose to fix his plate. “Ed, get away from my food,” she called behind her back when the girl tried to inch her spoon into Faye’s soup.

“What was that all about?” Faye asked, handing Spike a bowl. Spike’s face colored slightly and he shrugged. “I’m hungry. Das’ ok, isn’t it?” he asked moodily as he wolfed down his food. Faye frowned; she could tell that Spike was putting up a bravado about his feelings. He usually only acted crazy when he talked of Vicious, Julia, or money. She was sure none of those subjects had been discussed and wondered about Spike’s discomfort...until Roy walked in.

“Mmmm, something smells great,” he purred, walking past the table to the stove. On his way over, Roy ‘accidentally’ brushed his thigh over Spike’s hand, which was gripping the edge of the table. Faye noted that the brush over Spike’s hand also coincided with the ever reddening blush on his face.

‘H’m. So maybe that’s what got Spike so frazzle dazzled.’

“So Roy, any plans tonight?” Faye asked, batting her eyelashes seductively. Roy chuckled and ladled some stew into a bowl and sat down. “None that I know of. Why, do you have something in mind for me?”

Faye noticed that Spike was biting the inside of his lip. ‘So I was right. Roy has Spike acting like an idiot.’ She giggled sexily and leaned forward, her breasts nearly spilling out. Ed stopped munching and looked at the breasts that were all over the table. She opened her mouth to say something, but a sharp look from Spike made her reconsider.

“Nah, I’m way too much for you, Mustang.” Faye leaned back in her chair with a satisfied smirk. Roy smiled back and stood to place his dish in the sink. Walking back towards the table, he placed a hand on Faye’s shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Don’t worry, Faye. I’m a switch hitter, so if you won’t amuse me, some one will.” Faye and Spike watched gape mouthed as Roy sauntered away.

“What’s a ‘switch hitter?’” The two elder bounty hunters turned and frowned at Ed, who was dancing in front of them grinning with bits of green peppers sticking out of her teeth. “You’re a female; you do the girl talk. I’m going to bed.” Spike got up and walked off in the same direction as Roy. Faye frowned. “He’s going to bed, all right...with Roy.” She laughed so hard, she knocked over her chair, and Ed hopped on top of her, pulling at her jacket and demanding to know about ‘switch hitters.’
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“Come in,” Roy called when he heard a soft rap at his door. There stood Spike, only in his blue pleated pants and his yellow shirt. His jacket was probably floating out in space, and as far as Roy was concerned, it could stay there. The less clothing for Spike to remove, the better. Spike opened the door and walked in, looking around at the dorm. Clearly Roy had saved the best room for himself. The room was quite large, bigger than Jet and Spike’s room definitely. The walls were a powdery blue color and the carpet was retro lime green. There were black and white photographs framed on the wall and the furniture was steel with a bluish hue to it. The covers of the bed were also a lime green color and there were multi colored bulbs in the light fixtures. Spike felt almost like he had walked into a merger between a club and an art gallery.

“Well. This room just screams out homo.” Roy frowned at Spike’s comment. He thought his room looked very eccentric and very new wave, but not homo-ish at all. Spike smiled widely at Roy and closed the door behind him. “Don’t be offended. Atleast the color scheme sort of matches.” Spike walked over and sat in one of the metallic office rolling chairs with a green and sliver pillow in it and rolled up to Roy, who was lying on his bed. Spike tentatively reached out and fingered one of Roy’s fly-away strands, looking deep into his eyes.

“I heard what you said to Faye.”

“What, that she couldn’t cook?”

Spike chuckled. “No, about the ‘switch hitter’ thing. So are you?” Roy hopped off his bed and sat down in Spike’s lap. He moved his head so that his lips were on Spike’s cheek and he licked a moist trail to the corner of Spike’s mouth, where he placed a feathery kiss.

“I don’t know, bounty hunter. You tell me,” Roy rasped sexily in Spike’s ear. Roy smirked when he felt something hard press against the bottom of his somewhat tight jeans.

“Do you know what you’re getting yourself into?” Spike asked in a firm voice, not wanting to show too much passion. He wasn’t sure how he felt about the Colonel, or about being fucked for the first time in years. His response was Roy sliding down off of him and unbuckling his pants, exposing Spike’s ample erection. Roy gave Spike a gentle smile before taking as much of the man as he could into his mouth, making Spike hiss sharply and buck upwards.

“Roy...” Spike moaned the man’s name, grabbing the raven strands moments ago he was caressing, making Roy wince in pain.

“Eargy bor de hoar,” Roy garbled as he deep-throated Spike’s shaft. Spike shot him a weird look and Roy took his dick from his mouth. “Easy on the hair.” Spike made an ‘O’ with his mouth and nodded, then pushed Roy back down on him. Roy explored every ridge and every vein of Spike’s shaft, making the space pirate moan and gasp at being sucked so exquisitely.

Roy began to nip at Spike’s balls, sucking on one and then the other while stroking him off. The smell of Spike’s body drove Roy crazy, as did the strangely sweet taste of his precum. He could feel Spike’s body tighten and placed his mouth back on the shaft to feel Spike explode in his mouth. Time seemed to stand still as Spike’s features twisted and Roy felt the hot liquid splash down his throat. He closed his eyes and continued bobbing his head, even though he felt the organ getting softer in his mouth.

Roy looked up at Spike, and received an emotionless stare back. Roy blushed lightly, feeling stupid that he had a fleeting moment where he thought Spike would want more than just sex or head. Roy sat back on his bed and stared at Spike, who watched him closely.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” Roy blurted out after the air between them became too thick to inhale. Spike stood and leaned down and kissed Roy’s lips, his tongue pushing at the mouth’s entrance begging for access. When Roy opened his mouth, Spike took no hesitation in filling Roy’s mouth with his tongue. Roy moaned into the kiss, feeling hotter than any flame he had ever created. Something about the way Spike was kissing him, the way the strong hands cupped his ass, the intensity between them was slowing drowning Roy. His senses became fuzzy and his knees became weak as he fell under Spike’s spell. All too soon for Roy the kiss ended. Spike looked into Roy’s eyes and shook his head.

“This won’t work. We both love someone else.” Spike’s voice sounded sad and heavy. Roy stared at him a moment and then looked away. He hated when other people were right.

“If that’s how you want it.” Roy feigned indifference and went to turn over on his bed but Spike caught the man’s chin in his hand and saw the bright shiny tears that threatened to fall.

“Don’t.” Spike stroked Roy’s cheek and managed a smile.

“Don’t what? Be angry? Be sad? Feel stupid? Don’t what, Spike?” Roy snarled, shoving Spike’s hand away.

Spike’s look became cold as he turned and walked to the door. “Don’t confuse me with Edward,” he softly said and walked out into the hallway, not turning back around.

Roy felt like a huge jackass. Of course he saw Edward in Spike, so naturally he was cold and mean to avoid showing his true feelings. A common practice that almost always resulted in him being alone. He walked over to one of the windows and stared at the millions of stars that whipped by as the ship hurled through space, wondering if he could ever be as carefree and happy as those meaningless speckles that littered the black space.


A/N: Sorry it took so long...Also, a switch hitter is someone who is bisexual. Sexy!!!