Greed could hear the low beats of extremely loud music issuing from his apartment door. He hesitated, hand on the door handle, he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to see what was going on inside.

He was sure that his long-time roommate and boyfriend, Ling, was celebrating one of his rare days off from both work and college by drinking his way through their stock of liquor.

This wasn't actually all that uncommon. This was one of Ling's favorite things to when he was free.

Greed would bet ten bucks (he'd bet more but currently he was poor as fuck) that the moment he stepped though the door Ling was either going to ask for more alcohol or be passed out. Stupid brat.

Greed sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. If he didn't like the little brat so much he'd turn around and call Ed or something. He really hated dealing with Ling's drunken ass, but he supposed he had to because they were dating or some shit like that.

So finally after taking a deep breathe he turned the handle and stepped inside.

He found Ling standing on top of the coffee table surrounded by various bottles and cloths. It took Greed's brain a moment to process that his boyfriend was dancing naked on a table with a bottle of gin in his hand.

"Oh god, you are so fucking drunk right now."

Ling froze in mid-dance. He stared at Greed for about two minutes before saying, "Greed?"

"Yeah, drunk-ass. Get off the table," Greed said throwing himself onto the couch.

"I'm drunk on life," Ling slurred glaring down at him.

"No, I don't think so," Greed lifted up a bottle, "Looks to be gin your drunk on. Now get off the table. Despite how much I would enjoy you dancing naked on a table for me I'd prefer that you were doing it sober."

"It's like Eminem and Dr. Dre..." Ling began singing loudly as a new song started.

"What the hell..."

"If I loved you more I might be gay!" he sang more loudly drowning out Greed.

"...but you are gay..."

"And when I'm feeling down

You know just what to say

You my homie, yeah you know me

And if you ever need a wingman

I'd let any girl blow me off..."

"... You don't even like girls..."

"Cause you're more important than the rest

I confess, I'm a mess

If I'm not hanging with my BFF

You know it's true, you my male boo,

Now sing the chorus with me if you're feeling the same way too."

"No, thanks, I'll think I'll pass. Maybe you should get off the-"

"Bromance, nothing really gay about it

Not that there's anything wrong with being gay!"

"What is wrong with this song."

"Bromance, shouldn't be ashamed or hide it

I love you in the most heterosexual way."

"More like the most homosexual way," Greed smirked.

"Hold me

To a promise that I'll be the kind of the friend that in the end

Will always keep you company

Because when the world gets tough

And times get hard

I will always love you, I'll be your bodyguard," Ling staggered a bit nearly falling off the table.

"Please get down before you break your fucking neck."

"Cause you're my bestie, and if you test me

I'll prove it time and time again, I got your back until the end."

"The moment you stop singing I'm going to throw your ass into bed."

"A brotha from anotha motha never knew how much I loved ya

Until I started singing this song HUH." He staggered again causing Greed to half rise in an attempt to catch Ling if he were to fall.

"GET OFF THE TABLE!"

"Bromance, nothing really gay about it

Not that there's anything wrong with being gay

Bromance, shouldn't be ashamed or hide it

I love you in the most heterosexual way."

"I'm putting the alcohol in a fucking safe from now on."

"Now that I told you how I feel

I hope you feel the same way too

But if you don't, this song was just a joke..."

"I do not feel the same, so get the fuck down."

Ling hopped down off of the table and fell forward landing on Greed's lap, "But if you do, I LOVE YOU," he slurred with one of his stupidly cute grins. Then he passed out.

Greed sighed. He lifted Ling into his arms and carried him bridle-style into their bedroom. He lay Ling down onto the bed and covered him up.

"Love you too, brat."

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A/N: Holy slobbering son of Satan that was cheesy... Anyway, this has been one of the first stories I've written in a few months because I hit a mountain of writers block. -.-

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Love~ Spiro