A/N: Wow, I wrote this last night during a long period of boredom. I don't know if it's that great. RoyxEd-- but not smut, yet. xD Feedback?

Disclaimer: This part is always painful (sniff) I... don't own FMA.

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"I want to take you somewhere tonight."

Silence greeted Edward's sudden declaration. For a long while his lover continued to sift through envelopes and folders, indifferent toward the blonde's uncharacteristic tone of voice. He had sounded almost… romantic.

"Is that so?" Roy finally asked. He shifted a small portion of his attention to Ed and cast him a suspicious look, to which the teenager was oblivious.

"Yes, that's so. Somewhere nice," Ed snapped, as though Roy had protested. He rose from the stiff couch in the corner of the office and yawned.

"You should really get some extra sleep tonight," Roy murmured. He scribbled his signature on a report— probably written by Havoc or Fuery; he did not even bother to read them anymore— and set it aside. "And I have so much paperwork to complete."

"It has hanging lanterns," the younger alchemist continued, "and candles on every table."

Roy's interest was piqued. "But, Edward, there aren't any restaurants like that in Central."

"Yes, there are. And there are fancy menus that list all sorts of delicacies… like that steak that you love."

The pen fell from Roy's hand and landed upon his desktop with a soft clatter. His stomach growled anxiously as he straightened against the back of his chair.

"It's such a luxurious place, and I usually hate that kind of crap. But this is an exception. Oh, when they open the double doors for you and the music floats over, it's like stepping into a dream."

"Where is it? When can we make reservations?" The Colonel stood and stared intently at his lover.

"It's not that far away. I'm surprised that you've never noticed it— it's really flamboyant, but not in a bad sense."

Roy frowned. His dark eyed narrowed as he said, "You're lying, aren't you? You just like to torture me."

Ed smiled mischievously. He crossed the room and placed his palms atop Roy's hardwood desk opposite of him. "I don't lie to you, darling," he drawled. "You can ask anyone. I'm sure they'll know what I'm talking about. It's called The Rendezvous; they'll tell you that it's an extravagant place that serves amazing wine."

"Then call the restaurant and—" Roy began, but he did not finish his sentence. Instead he grimaced and muttered, "Wait a second… do you even have money?"
"Money?" Ed repeated innocently.

"Yes, Fullmetal. Money. It's used for buying things, and most likely necessary in order to enjoy the services of such an extraordinary restaurant. I'm assuming there's a full wallet in your pocket…"

"Hmm." Ed stuffed his hands into his pockets and rummaged for several moments. "Goddamn it!"

Roy watched, expression blank, as the teenager held out his gloved hands to reveal bits of lint that were stuck to his fingertips. "I have pocket lint," he said meekly. "How many steaks do you think we can buy with this?"

There was a long pause, and then they simultaneously began to laugh. Roy continued until his cheeks were flushed, and soon enough, the contents of his desk were swept gracelessly to the carpet and replaced by a warm body. He joined said body enthusiastically.

"If you're too cheap for The Rendezvous, are you at least up for some 'luxurious,' 'extravagant' sex?" Roy inquired fervently.

Ed hissed, "You're on, bastard," and commenced a hungry kiss.

Their night of glee had begun.