KissMeDeadlyT-T: I think it's time for me to shine my RoyEd powers upon everyone again and create a new random twoshot thing because it's summer and it's hot and I'm bored and I can't sleep and Roy Mustang in a suit is quite possibly the most ovary-exploding thing in the entire world.

I don't own FMA and the M rating will be for the next chapter. If you don't like Roy Mustang and Edward Elric being gay for each other, yaoi, cursing, or anything else you can assume will be in this story, you should probably click back. Oh, and I have yet to decide if it's going to be RoyEd or EdRoy, but… I guess we'll see how that goes. Oh, and also, I really fucking love Winry and I love to make her torture and embarrass Ed, so yeah. There's that too.

Enjoy, and review if you'd like (I'D LIKE THAT A LOT YES I WOULD).

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Roy walked briskly down the halls of Central command, a wide grin on his lips. Some soldiers that he passed gave him odd looks, while others simply ignored him or moved aside to let him by, but he didn't pay them any attention. Not after what he'd accidentally overheard this morning, and certainly not after six excruciating hours of work spent waiting and restlessly looking at the clock— no, he had something he had to do, and he didn't plan on letting anything slow him down.

That morning, he'd woken up alone in Edward's bed in his and Al's apartment, but that wasn't too surprising; Ed tended to wake up before him most of the time anyway. He hadn't meant to stay the night, but they had been drinking the evening before and Ed had insisted he was in no condition to drive, so Roy had made no complains and let Ed drag him into his bedroom. Nothing had happened, really, aside from some cuddling and sweet, languid kisses, because Winry was staying over and plus, Al was home. When he and Ed had retired, they were still sitting in the dining room talking, and Ed claimed it would be too awkward if anything happened, so Roy let it go.

Once he was fully awake, he'd gotten up and grabbed his shirt (not wanting to walk out shirtless, after all, this wasn't his own house) and wandered out into the hall with the intention of going to the washroom. Al's door was still firmly shut, but the guest one was open and empty, so he guessed Winry was up and about, too. Probably in the kitchen cooking something for Ed, since Ed couldn't make food to save his own life. His hand was on the doorknob and he was just about to open the washroom door when he heard his name.

He'd paused, at that point, trying to decide whether or not he was just hearing things. After a moment, he shrugged and stepped into the bathroom, when he heard Winry let out a giggle and Ed groan in embarrassment and hiss something like, "Don't ask things like that, damn it!" Roy's eyebrow quirked and his curiosity got the best of him. He stood there silently, feeling a bit guilty for eavesdropping, but that quickly disappeared when he finally caught ear of what they were discussing.

"Come on," Winry was saying in a hushed, excited voice. "You're trying to tell me you've never told him about any of your kinks?"

Ed sputtered for a moment and Roy could easily imagine his face was flushed bright pink in that way it did when he was flustered. A small smile played on his lips. "Well, I — sort of," he heard Ed say awkwardly. "I mean— he knows about… the, uh, the whole b-bondage thing, and, um… some other stuff, but I don't know… I haven't really said anything else… you know?"

Winry clucked her tongue and Roy heard footsteps. She had probably walked up to Ed and was giving him a wide grin. "You should," she said in a coy tone. "There has to be something you'd like that he doesn't know about."

"Ugh— damn it, Winry, do we really have to talk ab—"

"Cut me some slack, Ed!" She laughed as he groaned. "I don't get to see you all the time anymore! I need some details on your love life!"

"My love life, fine! But my sex life? Why?"

"Same thing," she said flippantly. "Look, I'm just saying, you guys have been going out for a while now. And I bet you've been doing it for even longer."

Ed groaned again and Roy couldn't help but smirk. She was spot-on. "I'm just saying, if I was you, I'd casually mention new things to try. Or even things that you like. You could just randomly be like, Hey, Roy, how about them strawberries and melted chocolate, huh?"

"Winry!"

"Come on Ed!"

"Gah, why are you thinking about Roy like that anyway!" Ed sniped. "He's mine, so hands off!"

Roy had to repress the urge to laugh at that. How adorably possessive. He heard Winry sigh. "I know he's yours, you moron! He's hot, though! I'm just trying to help you spice up your sex life!"

"It's spicy enough! And he's like, fourteen years older than you!"

"So? He's fourteen years older than you, too!"

"That—that's not the same, damn it—"

"Edward, come on, you have to have some fetishes hidden in that thick skull of yours."

"You— ugh. I do not want to talk about this with you."

"I'm your best friend! We're supposed to talk about stuff like this!"

"Maybe if I was a girl!"

"You already like bondage, what about like, I don't know, some sort of sadism-masochism kinda thing?"

"Winry," Ed groaned again. Roy could almost feel the heat of his embarrassment. "Not that it's any of your business, but— I guess he kinda, you know… well he doesn't bitch too much when I bite him— wait, why the hell am I telling you? God, you dirty minded freak…"

"Not dirty minded," she sniffed reprovingly, "I just have a sexy imagination."

"Just shoot me." Ed's voice was muffled. He was probably slumped face-down on the counter.

"Explore your inner fetishiiiiissttt."

"I don't want to."

"Doooo iiit."

"No, fuck off."

"Dooooooooooo iiiiiiiiiit."

Ed seemed to finally lose it. "Fine! I have a huge weakness for when he wears a suit and pushes his hair back! Okay? Can we stop now?"

Winry let out an excited sound and started enthusiastically saying something, but Roy wasn't paying much attention anymore. A smirk slowly spread across his lips. So Ed liked it when he dressed up, did he? Grinning widely, he shut the bathroom door behind him. It looked like he was going to surprise Ed after work this evening.

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Now, he was stepping down the concrete stairs leading up to the command centre, turning right and taking the road that he walked down to get home. The smirk that had never completely left ever since he'd overheard that conversation this morning widened, and he picked up the pace. Ed got off work an hour after he did, so he didn't have much time.

The walk home was relatively uneventful. He finally turned onto the cement path leading to his house and kicked off his shoes and hung up his coat before heading upstairs to his bedroom. He checked the time. He still had a half hour left. He smirked slightly again and walked to his closet, shoving aside his shirts and pants and extra uniform until he finally found what he was looking for, way in the back: his black suit and white shirt that he only ever wore on special occasions that weren't military-related. It had been a while since he'd worn it, but he grinned and was solaced by the fact that it was going to be put to good use tonight.

He quickly took off his uniform and hung it on its hanger before pulling the crisp white shirt on. It could probably use some ironing, but he didn't have time for that, and plus, it probably wasn't going to stay on for very long anyway, if he'd heard Ed's confession this morning properly. After putting on the rest of the suit, he walked to his dresser and fished out a black tie from one of his drawers. Once he was satisfied with that, he headed to the adjoined bathroom and looked through the drawers, trying to find that gel he used once in a blue moon whenever he had to slick his hair back, and quickly became frustrated when it appeared he didn't have any left. Either that or it was just lost amongst the clutter. He grimaced. He really needed to work on that. He did another sweep of the bathroom, pushing aside some of Ed's hair ties and the shirt he'd left flung next to the sink, and finally gave up. With a sigh, he turned on the taps, wet his hands, and shoved his hair back as well as it would go. It stayed somewhat, but a few messy strands fell back into his eyes.

The shrill ringing of the phone going off pulled his attention away from staring in the mirror and trying to make those stubborn strands stay back. Giving up on that, he left the bathroom and hastily answered the phone before it could stop ringing. "Hello?"

"Hey, bastard," Ed greeted cheerfully. "You at home?"

Roy grinned. "Yes."

"Great, I'm picking up Xingese then heading over."

"Oh, okay. Don't forget—"

"Lemon chicken, I know." Ed sounded like he was grinning.

Roy chuckled. "Are you still at work?"

"Just leaving now. Oh, and Hawkeye wants me to tell you that if you ever leave without finishing your last stack again, you've got a bullet with your name on it."

"Tell her I'm sorry," Roy said, grimacing. That woman scared him sometimes. "I was excited to leave work today, that's all."

"When aren't you excited?" Ed snorted.

"Well, never. But I was more excited today than usual."

"What?" Ed sounded suspicious now, and Roy couldn't fight his smug smirk. "Why today?"

"No reason," Roy responded lightly. Ed started to say something, but he cut him off with a swift, "I'll see you in a bit."

"You— damn it, tell me!"

"Love you," Roy smirked.

"Roy, I swear—" But Ed never got to finish, because Roy snickered and hung up before he could. He could imagine Ed fuming and glaring at the phone, cursing him to hell, and it made his grin widen.

Well. This was going to be interesting.

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KissMeDeadlyT-T: I hope I can get the next part finished within the next week! I already have it partly done. Just gotta get the lemony bit completed. :D RoyEd? EdRoy? Uuughhhh I am conflictteeedd. Maybe both.

Sorry I'm rambling why do I always do this—

Thanks for reading!