Warnings: Yaoi, it's not rape, if you want it!, lime - don't like don't read.

Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist and all its characters belong to Hiromu Arakawa.

Description: Edward get's to work while not being in his best condition. Roy needs to teach his subordinate when he should better stay home.

My first english fanfiction I wrote so far. Double and tribble checked for misspelling for your enjoyment^^ Please R&R.

Vulnerability

Chapter 1: Sick Note

"Mhmhm.. just a few more minutes.." Edward Elric turned around in this warm bed, not planning to leave it anytime soon."Don't turn this way" a sleepy voice answered pushing him to his left gently. "What.. Winry? Wait a second..OUCH" he tried to stand up and fell back immediately; everything around him seemed to spin. "Be careful" she hissed fixing the pillow beneath his head. He looked up into the sleepy face of Winry Rockbell Seems like she stayed up all.. night? How long was I asleep anyway.. "You slept for quite a while.." she almost dropped her head looking at her watch. "You didn't have to do that for me, you know.." "I have!" she said a little less complaining as she intended to.

"You got yourself into great danger again, didn't you?" He looked down at his right shoulder "I can't quite remember.." the contacts for his automail arm were badly damaged. "This will take a while" Winry replied to his question only showing by the expression he made looking at the disaster. She was too tired and worried to complain about her last masterpiece he managed to destroy. "I'm.. I'm really sorry, Winry" he began trying to stand up again, this time a successful attempt.

"Yea you should be" he gasped and shot a glare at her. "I can't even attach a spare arm now" she paused for a moment grinning refreshed now that he seemed to be okay again "I'll help you clean yourself". Edward turned into the opposite direction, entered the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind himself "No." "At least you're as lively as ever again" she giggled and picked up the coffee that had helped her stay awake all night to look for him. "Geez.. what have I gotten myself into" he asked himself silently while cleaning his face to get the sleep out of it. He looked at his former right automail arm once more in the light. Well.. at least I'm just missing one limb he thought trying to recall what had happened to get him into this stage.

"It was on a mission, wasn't it?" Winry tried to help while braiding his hair, the only thing which he agreed to ask her for. "Ye~ah what else.." he scratched his head "Hold your head still sleepy pants.." she complained pulling on his hair. "Kh! I almost remembered!" "Sure, whatever" she tied up his hair. "There you go.. now I'll have a look at your .. former masterpiece of a automail.." he thought he heard a sob but she already pushed him down facing the bed. "Shouldn't you sleep before working.. ouch" "No, I can't leave your shoulder like this.. you're under strong medication right now so you don't feel the pain you suffered.." she almost mumbled while checking out the contacts.

He was deep in thought while she kept messing with the broken docking site, as she brushed one of his nerves poking out of the busted metal he shoot up covering his shoulder "Dang that hurt" he said angrily. "I'm sorry but it's quite difficult to deal with this kind of injury, I will do the best I can without the tools I would need to fix it properly.. now will you please lay down?" she sighed and carefully rasped down the lose parts of the metal and bandaged his shoulder until it was covered enough so it wouldn't trouble him too much while spending his time in bed.

"So did you call Al yet?" she asked after finally fixing her own hair. "I told him before I'll be back in a few days..." he replied looking elsewhere. That was obviously the wrong answer as he could tell from the expression on her face. "I mean.. it's nothing serious after all and..." "You..."she grabbed his neck and started shaking him "Call him or I will do it!" Everything began spinning in front of his eyes once more Heeelp... "Yeaah I'm on my way!"

"So... you're going to work" "Yes" "You're going to fulfill orders..." "No" "Then what the hell are you doing here in this condition?" "I will continue my research of course" Edward replied putting on a poker face while the Colonel was raging behind his desk. "You know... all normal people take a rest, if they are 'sick' ..." "I can still do paperwork and check out a library" Roy Mustang tock a seat still grumping "I guess you got a good point there, I'll make sure you will have enough paperwork..." he said with a husky smile looking at what was stored for today. "How nice of you" Edward said ironically, standing up and heading towards his own broom closet.. err I mean office.

He was busy putting all kinds of stamps on already signed formulas since he wasn't left-handed after all. But it still was easier than trying to use the computer. After about an eternity, actually just four hours, he felt like his hand was going to fall off any second. He groaned and pushed his chair away from the desk, shaking his hand. "I never did so much paperwork even once..." "Having any issues?" Roy asked entering the office. "No, everything is fine".

"Let me have a look at your hand" he said obviously feeling sorry, grabbing his left arm and pulling it closer. Once Edward heard a suspicious clicking noise he felt as if he needed to take look at what he was doing. Handcuffs now connected his left hand to the Colonel's "You sick old bastard..." he hissed pulling back his hand. "Well you said you need a break didn't you" "Yea.. alone!" Roy quickly pulled his underlings hand back into his and held it nice and still. The "underling" was getting pissed and impatient waiting for a response "Listen! What the FUCK are you doiiing" he yelled when his superior started unbuttoning his jacket.

"I'm helping you relax, what else?" he asked in a casual tone, as if both of them were having coffee. "You.." he started uncovering his belly and stroked it. "Don't touch me!" he hissed again shook him off and stood up pulling him closer by dragging on the handcuffs. "I just want to take a break what's your problem?" "hmhm.." with a quiet laugh Mustang came closer and kicked Ed's flesh leg to make him turn around, sat down on his chair instead, forcefully pinching his knee bends and catching him firmly in his lap as he struggled and fell.

"Ouch" he lamely commented this action of the Colonel. That will leave some bruises "Did that hurt? I'm so sorry" Mustang almost sounded like he was yawning while expressing merci. "No it didn't, bastard" he reponded, stil hissing, when he touched his left leg near the blooming bruise. Yet he would never be honest about him being able to actually hurt him, in any way.

"You prefer doing it with your flesh hand or automail?" he asked still completely calm unzipping the smaller ones trousers. Totally shocked Edward dragged on his hand with as much strength as he could, stepping on the Colonel's foot with his metal leg. Hearing Mustangs painful gasp was very satisfying, but as the Colonel grabbed inside of his pants he froze. "No..." "So you prefer not to kick me but enjoy yourself?" he laughed and messed around with his shorts to get inside them. "Oh actually.." he pulled out and intended to lead his hand to his own mouth, but Edward already bit down on it forcefully.

Roy quickly pulled back leaving his glove in Eds mouth. "I'm glad you got the idea" he said quickly heading back between his legs which Ed was grinding against each other to prevent his plan. "Quit it you rapist" he said angrily, not too loud since he didn't want to be seen like this by anyone else. Instead of listening to his complains he licked behind his ears to distract him some more. It feels weird.. he twitched and bended over as he couldn't bear the rising heat. As if this wasn't enough he felt the Colonel's hand easily sliding back inside of his pants.

"Get your hand.. out of there" he panted breathless. "You don't even know the signs of your own arousal, do you?" "Don't talk to me as if I was a little kiddo!" he yelled just to moan louder right after, when Mustang squeezed his erect member. "Screw you" he commented when he licked his throat and bit down. "Seriously... stop.. if you continue I'll..bastard..." "Why why, you can't go out like this, pipsqueak" he said stroking the tip of his dick so gently.

Tears burned in his eyes and yet he had no hand free to wipe them away, his teasing just was too much. He kept his head lowered; he mustn't see him in this stage eye to eye. "Finally cooperating, midget?" he asked gently, he didn't even notice that he started moving his hips against his fist. "So it takes you this long to get off by yourself..?" he asked to kind of change the topic, when he felt the Colonels uproar touching his butt. His Colonel understood his comment as a challenge and sped up jerking him off pulling his left arm way behind himself to make them face each other.

"I didn't know you could blush like that, shorty" he said dragging his face closer to his own one. When Mustang dared to drag their lips even closer to each other he reached out and bit down as hard as he could. A few seconds later he threw his head back loosening it while he came into Mustangs fist. He waited inpatient until Ed stopped twitching in ecstasy, drew back his hand and wiped his hand on his underling's uncovered belly, which began to shiver in disgust.

He then released his arm from the handcuffs. Edward jumped off of his lap grabbed his coat to cover himself and ran, slamming the office's door behind him. He ran straight heading to the restrooms where he sat down in a locked stall gasping for air. While murmuring silently he reached out of the toilet paper wiping off the sweat and other unwanted body fluids.. I'll kill him for that one

He sneaked to his office once more before leaving, checking if the Colonel was still sitting in there. He walked in when he found his room empty. "Hm? What's that.." he picked up a piece of paper that didn't lay there when he previously checked the desk.

'Don't get to work, if you are vulnerable – Colonel Mustang'

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