Changes (Due to the fact, that I cannot think of a better name)

RoyEd and future HavocFuery. Fluff evolving into smut most likely, warn me if anyone goes OOC.

Chapter 1: Drunken Shrimp

EDIT: I have corrected mistakes bugging me.

I swear I will get chapter 2 up soon! Don't kill me! The day I become a update whore, should be the day you worry about my sanity, along with my obsession of yaoi.

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Disclaimer: Remember I do not own FMA, Naruto or Deathnote, though I really wish I did at times. For instance a good example of it would be, if I did own lets say FMA, Hughes would definitely not be dead. In fact I'd also own bleach, cross the two over, and make Hughes a shinigami. Thus resulting in floating photographs haunting his past co-workers, unless they are able to see him.

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Alphonse's body had finally been recovered. So quite naturally the two celebrated the an entire night due to this success. As much to Alphonse's dismay. Edward decided to drink alcoholic beverages. He managed to consume so much, he was still drunk the next morning. Mainly because he'd never went sleep. In fact it was time for him to hand in his report to colonel mustang. Edward drunkenly grabbed the report he'd finished whilst sober, left the dorm, and made his way to Roy's office in his rather drunken state.

Edward was feeling oddly annoyed for no reason at all. He wanted something, yet his mind would not tell him what. He just felt so darn weird. These emotions consisted of anger due to his research funds being cut, nerves since he had to deal with Roy, and happiness? Edward was most puzzled by this why would he be so happy about seeing the colonel?! He yelled to himself a lot about this. Which earned himself plenty of weird looks from passing people. So he decided that seeing Roy to rid himself of these confusing emotions was the answer.

Edward entered his superiors office and stumbled whilst muttered incoherent words, carelessly sitting himself down on the coaches in the room. Roy caught the odd words or sentences like "that bastard colonel better not call me a shrimp". He looked at the drunken blond in a puzzled manner, he would never of dreamed of Edward to be the type to drink. Roy greeted the blond in his usual manner "Hey shrimp!" Just as predicted the Edward staggered over looking rather annoyed, slurring out a short rant. "Who are you calling a land shrimp so freakishly rare! He's displayed in a freak show!" Roy chuckled and took the blonde's report.

He risked a glance at Edward's eyes, in order to see what emotion flashed by in this moment of the blond having let his guard down. Edward always let his guard down when angry all emotion flooded to his eyes. Emotions like fear, sadness, and anger all mixed up at once due to his past and present experiences. However, this was not the case that day which, puzzled Roy greatly instead he saw a burning passion and a lot of determination. Roy groaned, internally saying to himself "Oh no... Edward knows his research fund has been cut again... and he's determined to change this.

Little did Roy know he was greatly mistaken, the drunken alchemist had something else in mind. Edward in his drunken state had no idea what he was doing. In fact a burning need was bothering him a little too much, what was it that he felt he needed to do so badly? Edward found Roy looking directly into his eyes, and this need became more apparent. Edward soon realized what it was that he wanted, and he wanted it right now from the person in front of him.

He had no idea why he wanted this, but he could feel butterflies in his stomach. Not only that but he felt extremely excited by the prospects of what, results could become of his actions. However, he could feel a small part of him protesting and internally screaming "what are you thinking! He's another man, and your superior are you an idiot! Why are you even considering this! He'll never return your need!"

Edward managed to push away any negative thoughts and voices, filling his mind. He began to approach Roy, literally having no idea of what he was doing. Before Roy could work out what was going on inside the blonde's mind, Ed had sat himself on his lap. Roy sat stunned for a second. Before he could have uttered a single word, said blond had decided to crash his lips into his superior's.

Roy felt Edward's tongue invade his mouth. He quickly clicked onto what the drunken blond was doing, then pushed the blond off him raising an eyebrow. "Full Metal! what the hell do you think your doing?!" Roy questioned angrily. "What does it like" Edward replied in a simple manner. At this moment Roy made the blond leave his lap, whilst looking rather furious. "You are dismissed and I order you to go get some sleep!" Roy yelled through gritted teeth. Edward soon came to his senses as he somewhat sobered up to the situation, leaving the office without saying another word.

Edward left the office stunned, his mind malfunctioning. He crashed down to the floor having lost his balance. He grunted got back up and stumbled a little. He soon regained his balance and composure. Edward felt very disappointed not with himself but more with the fact that Roy rejected him. Feeling an unimaginable amount of anger build, he stormed off back to his dorm scaring poor Fuery in the process.

Edward entered his dorm slamming the door behind him. His younger brother Alphonse looked up to see his brother seething. "What's wrong brother did the colonel insult you again?" He questioned in a concerned manner. Edward replied rather quickly "The colonel rejected me! Am I a bad kisser or something?!" Alphonse's eyes widened in shock, unable to comprehend what his brother had just said. Before he could say anything more to his brother he noticed that his brother had fell asleep with his stomach exposed again. Alphonse sighed deciding to leave the questions for another time.

After Edward had left. Roy calmed himself down, thinking the about the whole incident carefully. Roy let out a small sigh of relief, glad the blond had left. He knows only too well how determined the young alchemist can be when he wants something. Roy could no longer concentrate on his work, it was just as well Riza was off sick. Especially with the stunt that Edward had attempted to pull, Riza would of shot him on the spot. It was incredibly rare that Riza ever did hit anyone, but when she did hit, she means business. It is also a well known fact that she makes sure to scar her victim, but not to seriously injure her victim. For one reason or another he couldn't concentrate on his paper work so he decided to call it a day. Perhaps the blonde's actions did have some good in them, it gave him an excuse for an early finish. Knowing that Edward would hate everyone to know what he did. Roy kept what happened to himself.

Roy returned back to his own house. He got out his key and entered the living room which consisted of wooden flooring, a black coach facing the TV, and a white rug spread across the center of the room. The walls had recently been painted cream, but the back wall was painted red.

Roy sat down on the coach and turned the TV on to it's usually channel that often showed plenty of documentaries on alchemy. The documentary as much to Roy's dismay was a repeat. Which he'd watched at least twice already, not helping in his quest to take his mind away from the recent events at work involving a certain blond alchemist. He could quite understand why this plagued him so much, until he realized that he had wanted to kiss back but managed to resist temptation.

This puzzled him why did he want to kiss back a boy that was at least 13 years younger than him. His mind drifted to what the results could have been awaking an arousal within him. Okay, this is not normal Roy thought to himself, as he slid his hands down his own pants. He then began to pump his hardening member slowly, starting to pick up the pace as he pictured himself doing the blond. His vision began to blur he became lost in the image of such a thing happening. The burning pressure to release built up inside him, and before he knew he was seeing stars. Roy began to shudder as he finally released himself. Afterwards Roy felt sick with himself for fantasizing such a thing. Deciding to call it a day, he retreated to bed.