The past few months had been anything more than uneventful. The complete opposite. Moving into a home with my boyfriend and dragging my younger brother along with us, I was already at wits end. The home was bought recently, and we all still had a lot of unpacking and settling in to do.

Being home alone was absolutely golden. I could feel the weight on my shoulders disappear when no one else was around. No Roy complaining, no Al pestering me like a child. I reveled in it all.

Tying my hair back into a high pony tail, I started to work on getting my things out of boxes. It wasn't like I had much stuff in the first place. Rather, Al was the one who needed to be doing this for his stuff. The boy kept everything, very much being what someone would consider a pack rat. I hated it, but what could I do? Tell him to grow a dick and throw all his shit out? That wouldn't go over too well. I could see the tears already.

It was probably surprising that I was the gay one, while Al had a girlfriend named Winry. She lived in the town over to the one we moved to, which wasn't too bad. They could generally see each other whenever they'd like to now, actually. That was a plus, and I was willing to pull anything out of my ass to get Alphonse out of the house more often.

There was a downside to Al being gone, however.

Roy.

That sleazy, sly bastard I call a boyfriend who alwa-

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the click of the door for a moment and it open noisily. Peeking my head around into the living room, I blinked.

"You're home early." I said dryly. Possibly even a twinge of disappointment, even though he didn't seem to notice a bit.

Instead, he worked his way over to me, looking at me as if I were a big juicy steak he was ready to devour any minute.

And he groped me. My backside, to be exact.

"Get your hands off of me." I tried as hard as I could to keep myself calm. Calm thoughts, Edward. Rainbows and ponies and books and-

And I couldn't take it anymore.

"GODDAMMIT ROY MUSTANG, GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME BEFORE I PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE SO HARD YOUR EAR WILL START BLEEDING FROM THE IMPACT."

That did it. I watched as my lover looked at me in absolute horror. Then I realized he was mocking me when that goddamn smirk grew across his face.

He was attacking my neck now. The bastard was attacking my fucking neck.

"Oh, Edward. C'mon." The husky whisper was hot on my ear and I felt my face heat up slightly. Try to seduce me now, will he? Lifting my hands up, I attempted to push him away to no avail. Embarrassingly, I even let a moan slip from my throat. Good job, Edward. Really. Just egg him on. That'll make him stop.

Maybe not, but Al slamming the door open sure did.

"Brother!" He said immediately, ignoring my look of annoyance and grinning childishly. His hands were behind his back, and I felt myself grow curious. At my look, he threw his hands out in front of him.

"No, Al."

"But...but...BUT!"

"I SAID NO, AL."

"Brother, why are you so mean! Look at how innocent! Look at her eyes! Deep into her eyes! How can you say no to this?"

This happened all the time. Growing up and even now. I looked at Alphonse instead of the creature, staring at him menacingly for a few moments though he seemed to be unwavering.

"No."

Then came the tears. Those fucking teary eyes that made anyone want to beat the guilt out of themselves for creating such a thing. It was over whelming, and his greatest weapon.

What a little bitch.

"...We're keeping her?" Alphonse pressed, looking at me with wide eyes that resembled the creature's. Only, you know, with fucking tears in them.

That was the first time I let my younger brother get the better of me. The first and only time. And that's how I ended up with another pain in the ass in my life.

That kitten was the devil, I tell you.