DOGS OF THE MILITARY

Summary: A weird alchemy rune is found under Maes Hughes' desk, and the only person that has the knowledge to break it is Richard Pen – with help from the sexy Roy Mustang. Yaoi Roy x OC

Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist, cause if I did it would have lots and lots of yaoi!

Genre: Romance, Action, Drama, Yaoi, (man on man. Don't like it, then leave)

Rating: M for Mature, 18+, for explicit sexual content including rape, strong language, and some violence. Read at your own expense.

A/N: This was actually my first story posted on fanfic, but after a few years on being on this site it received 0 reviews – nothing at all. So I thought maybe if I redid the story it wouldn't suck so bad and people might actually read it! So I'm making a few changes and hopefully making a better series. If you're reading this (and like this series) please leave a review for my feelings. Thank you!

– Dogs of the Military #1: Work –

It was days like this that made me wish I never came into work. My desk was covered with towers of paperwork. It was a miracle I was able to finish it all – my hand still stung. Out of pure exhaustion I fainted at my desk… ok, I'm making excuses. After I finished all that paperwork I put my head down on my desk to take a break… and ended up falling asleep.

It was dark outside when her voice roused me half awake.

"Wow," Riza whispered, "He did it."

"Amazing," came Roy's voice. I felt a chill run down my spine at the sound of his voice. We worked in the same office and it was his face that made coming into work so worth it. Roy was an awesome guy, and I really, really liked – "We have to give him even more tomorrow!"

BASTARD!

I sat up with a huff and glared at Roy. "I heard that."

"Didn't realize you were awake," Roy said. "And you finished all of it, Richard?" He was very formal when others were around, but when we were off duty he called me Richard. I guess him calling me that was a sign it was pretty late.

I stretched my arms and said, "Yep, I finish it all. Damn near killed me, though." My hand was still throbbing from all that writing. "What time is it?"

"It's 1:42 a.m." Lt. Hawkeye replied.

"I'm shocked you got it all done. In one day." Roy said with humorless chuckle. "I know you'll be able to handle more tomorrow."

"Well, I'm headed home now…" I sighed. I lifted my jacket off the chair and pulled it on. "I'll see you two tomorrow."

"Sir," Riza nodded.

"Yeah, see you," Roy muttered.

I marched out of the building and was very grateful for the fresh air.

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Walking home in the dark was kinda scary. I was a state alchemist and I had some really kick ass powers, but it was still kinda scary. I've even heard that the killer targeted state alchemists. I was tired but I was alert and ready for damn near anything.

A hand came down on my shoulder. I screamed – fuck, I was just thinking about a killer that targets alchemists – and I attacked. I whirled around and brought my leg up for a spin kick. The person put his arm up to block it and I recognized the uniform.

I drew my foot back before I kicked him.

"Richard! Calm down!" It was Roy. I took a deep breath and let it out. I eased out of my fighting stance and put a hand over my heart. "What's the matter with you?"

"I was just thinking about the state alchemist killer!" I said. "And you have to sneak up behind me like some kind of stalker!"

"I was not," Roy said.

"Whatever. What do you want, Roy?"

"I'm here to walk you home." Roy said. "That last time you worked late and went home tired you didn't come to work the next day, and was found sleeping in an alleyway four block away from your house."

I was trying to forget about that. My face turned deep red. None of my coworkers would ever let me live that down either. "Common mistake." I muttered.

Roy chuckled and I couldn't help but notice how beautiful his smile was. I've always noticed how beautiful Roy was, since I first saw him. But I'd never admit it to anyone – especially not Roy.

"I'm not a child, you know," I said. "I'm just as old as you."

"You don't look it."

Sure, I was a bit shorter than Roy, but it had nothing to do with height. Even with my mustache and beard I still had a boyish face. I worked out just to look manlier but my muscles made no difference. I was still described as cute. Maybe it was my hair. I always wore my hair a bit longer than Roy's, and instead of smoothing it back I always let it hang in my face.

I turned around, stopping Roy in mid step. I glared at him. "Just go home, Roy. I'm not gonna fall asleep in some alley way, and you're just bothering me." And being so terribly hot I can hardly focus.

"Right," Roy said. When I looked at him he just shook his head. "Keep on moving."

"No," I said. I turned to face him. "Go home, Roy."

"I'm not leaving until you're home, so knock it off and keep moving," Roy said.

"There you go treating me like a child again," I growled. "Do I have to remind you I'm just as old as you and the same rank as you? Don't boss me around like I'm one of your lackeys."

"Lackeys?"

"You know, you're little inner circle, the guys that would do anything for you. Lt. Hawkeye is one of them."

"Don't sound so jealous," Roy said with a bit of a… flirtatious smile? I flushed and took a step towards him.

"Are you mocking me?" I snapped.

"Not at all," Roy said, but he still didn't sound too serious about it. He took a step towards me. "Why would you think that?"

"You are," I growled. I took another step forward and punched his shoulder. "Knock it off!"

"You know, you act like Ed," Roy chuckled.

"Edward Elric? The short tempered midget?" I punched him again. "Do not!"

"Yes you do."

"Do not!"

Roy grabbed my shoulders and pulled me close to him and leaned over, but just slightly. He closed his eyes and his lips found mine.

My heart sped up, thumping a thousand miles per hour against my chest. My eyes widened. Roy… was kissing me? I didn't fight it, but shock wouldn't allow me to do anything but stand there and take it. He leaned back and opened his eyes.

"I…" Roy flushed, letting go of my shoulders. "I… I'm sorry, I… I didn't mean to…" Roy stuttering – maybe I was dreaming. He turned around. "You're right, I should go."

"No, wait!" I cried, grabbing him by the arm. "Why'd you kiss me?"

He looked at me. "Because I wanted to. I've wanted to for a while, and I just… finally did."

"What if I enjoyed that kiss?" I asked. "What then?"

Roy shook his head. "Just… forget it."

I grabbed the front of his military jacket and pulled him around to face me. I pulled him down to me and I kissed him this time. I kissed him for real, like I've never kissed anyone before. And he wrapped his arms around me and pressed me against his body.

I opened his mouth and he put his tongue in mine. I moaned, my hands sliding into his jacket to feel his buff chest. I've never been kissed like this before. It was absolutely amazing. I felt his hand slid down to cup my butt and I knew that was it – I had to get him in my apartment.

"Come home with me," I whispered against his lips.

"Yes," he breathed.

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Now I've hooked up with guys before – even though I'd never admit my attraction to Roy (until now) I was openly gay – but I don't think I've ever had crazy sex like this before. Roy was a perfect gentleman outside and inside the apartment complex. The moment I shut my apartment door he turned into a total animal.

Clothes went flying everywhere. I didn't care where it went, I just wanted it off. We stumbled around the room, never once breaking skin contact. I was pushed up against my bedroom door, both Roy and I in our underwear. He was kissing me like I was the last man on earth. He was hot with his clothes on – he was even hotter with his clothes off. He was all muscular and everything else I imagined him to be.

Looking down at his dark briefs I could see the bulge of a very large cock, and that made me very happy. I touched him down there and his entire body shivered. He moved his kisses down my jaw line, to my throat.

"Yes…" he groaned.

"Fuck me," I cried. "Please, fuck me…"

He grabbed the door handle and shoved it opened. As it flew opened he picked me up into his arms and walked into the room. I wrapped my legs around his waist and we kissed as he went to the bed. He put one knee on the bed and I didn't let go of him. He put the other knee on and I licked his cheek as he lowered me down on my back. His hands traveled up and down my body as he kissed me.

He broke away to move down and hook his fingers into my underwear. I was blushing as he pulled them down my thighs, my erection popping upwards. He pushed his face again my balls, his tongue flickering out, licking them, and I moaned. His hands over slowly over my tense erection.

His face went lower and he found my hole. His tongue went out, working my anus with great skill, moistening it with his spit. He came up and pressed himself between my legs. God, he felt so huge! The head of his cock pushed against my entrance, pulling a gasp from my lips.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low and heavy.

"Fuck me, Roy, fuck me," I cried.

He gave one powerful thrust and he was inside me. He was big, and he felt gigantic inside me. I felt like he barely fit. I cried out, writhing beneath him, and with a soft kiss and a few tender words I relaxed, and he seemed to fit better. He drew out and left me feeling empty, only to thrust in. I cried out as the pain mixed with the pleasure. He hooked his arms under my legs and grinned.

He pushed in and pumped his hips, giving me a close fuck without leaving my body. Tears ran down my face as my orgasm came closer and closer. His hand brushing my balls and stroked my erection. I bucked my hips while he was still inside me, making him moan, and the hot liquid came rushing out. He was soon to follow, and I felt it fill me as his cock did.

After a few moments he pulled out and lied down beside me, pulling me into his arms. I looked up at him and he kissed me gently. With a smile on my face I nuzzled against him and closed my eyes.

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I woke to an empty bed. When I went to work in the morning things seemed to be the same, except for when I went into Roy's office to get my share of the paperwork. Unfortunately, being a Colonel just like Roy it was between the two of us as to who did the paperwork. I went into his office like it was just another day.

When I looked at Roy, and he turned and looked at me, I paused, the words freezing at the back of my throat. He stared at me with empty eyes. And we remained that way for a while. Finally I walked into the room, took a stack of papers, and walked out, my face red as it could possibly be.

I sat down in my office and didn't do anything for a while. What the hell was that? What was he saying, by saying nothing? Well, I could hardly blame him; I was staring at him like an idiot.

"S-sir, may I ask what your d-doing here?" one of the Lieutenants outside my office door cried. I was forced out of my thoughts.

"I'm merely here to see my son."

That familiar voice made me jump out of my seat. I stood still as my father General Raven stepped into the room. I could see a big crowd of people behind him, all muttering and talking with one and other. Oh great, now that dad's come here it's reminded everyone to kiss my ass, like being my friend will get them favors with the general.

Dad stepped into my office and looked at the young man behind him. "Could you give us a moment?"

The lieutenant nodded. He walked out and pulled the door closed. Dad closed his eyes and sighed. Relaxing and letting his guard down when out of the public eye. He walked over to my desk and pulled a chair out. He sat down with another big sigh. I noticed that he looked pretty tired.

"What's the matter, sir?" I asked.

"Sit down, Richard. It's just us."

"Yes, sir." I nodded. "Oh, I mean, dad…" I sat down and looked at him. "What's up?"

"Just tired, that's all…" Dad smiled. He usually smiled a lot. Not just a little one either, but a big, toothy grin. "And I came here to warn you about something."

"What?" I asked.

"There's a killer going around. His name is Scar. I don't want you going after him or anything like that. Keep your distance. Stay far away from him. Oh, and I'm giving you two bodyguards as well."

"What…?" I hissed. I spoke through gritted teeth, "For one serial killer? Dad, I can take care of myself."

Dad glared at me with his tired eyes. He didn't have to say anything. He wasn't only my father, but my commanding officer. He outranked me as a General and had parental control as my father. "Alright," I muttered. "Fine, I'll behave…"

"Good." Dad smiled. He stood up. "That's all I wanted to say. I knew if I just sent them you'd send them right back to me." Dad started laughing. "Now, stand up and come here." Dad opened his arms.

"Dad…" I hissed, glaring at the door. I wasn't one for hugging anyway, but I didn't want anyone coming in and seeing us. It would just be embarrassing.

"Just hug me. No one is watching."

I stood up reluctantly. I walked over to his and he wrapped his arms around me. Dad didn't let me go right away. It should have felt embarrassing and childish in the workplace, but it didn't. I closed my eyes and leaned into the hug, putting my head against his shoulder. My childhood source of protection and comfort – the serenity his arms gave me would never end. Finally, he did let go. I stepped back. I cleared my throat. I smoothed my uniform down.

"Sir." I said.

Dad put his hand on my head and ruffled my hair. "They'll be outside your door. See you later, son!"

I sighed. As soon as dad disappeared I sat back down and got start on my neglected work. I guess it was best that I did a lot of hard work. Sometimes, when people didn't think I deserved my position, they started rumors such as dad pulling strings and other foolishness. I knew dad wouldn't do that, though. No matter how much power he had, he'd never abused it.

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When I stepped out of my office two officers were standing outside of my door. One was blonde and the other was dark haired, who was slightly taller and older looking. When I started walking, they followed. I paused for a moment. So did they. I turned around and looked at them.

"You're supposed to be protecting me?" I said. They were just normal soldiers; it didn't look like they could stand up to a serial killer. I could easily destroy them.

"Yes, sir," said the dark haired one. "Your father told us to guard you. He said we weren't allowed to leave your side, sir."

I rolled my eyes. I turned back around and continued walking. I guess there was no getting out of this one. I already told dad I'd cooperate, so I couldn't find some way to slip away from them. I'd just deal with them until this murderer was captured.

To be continued…

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A/N: My fullmetal series redone. I hate to admit it but I had to do a lot of editing. This story really sucked before. No wonder why I didn't get any reviews! But I'm going to add a bit of drama and more sex to it, and make it a 1000x better then it was before! Thanks for reading!