Summary: Two men meet by chance in a bar and they both explore places in their mind they didn't know they had anymore… AU… Yaoi… Royed

Warning: Yaoi (royed)… cursing… very suggestive themes… angst… lost of angst….

Disclaimer: If I owned Ed he'd probably call me 'author bastard' and get mad at me when I told him not to worry because we can be short together….

Chapter 1: My fair share

"Hey, another round!" the black haired gentleman called out.

The bar tender nodded and handed him a tall bottle full of the same disgusting alcohol he'd been drinking all night.

"Thanks…" he muttered barely audible and took a large swig of the drink.

"You keep drinking that crap you'll get sick…" came a quiet voice next to him.

He looked over to see a short, younger looking, man with long blond hair falling in front of his eyes.

"Like you're one to talk…" he spat nodding towards the blond's drink.

"Mine doesn't taste like shit…" the blond said indifferently without looking at him.

"You're just a kid, what would you know?" He asked narrowing his eyes at the blond.

"Is that a crack about my height, bastard?" the blond asked, anger rising in his voice.

"Maybe pipsqueak, what are you going to do about it?"

The blond looked at him finally and he blinked at the sight of a pair of startling bright golden eyes.

The gold eyes were directing a glare of utter hatred towards him, "Nothing, bastard, but don't go calling me short…"

"Why, shorty? Too short to do anything about it?"

"Fuck off, you're too drunk to be worth my time anyway…"

The blond looked back at the bar and his blond hair covered his eyes again.

"Sorry…" the darker haired man muttered, continuing to stare at the blond. "Just a little… moody is all…"

"That's what you get for drinking that shit…" the blond answered.

The older gentleman swallowed his anger and kept talking casually, the 'shit' almost forgotten in his hand.

"What's your name kid?" he asked, sincerely curious.

"Ed, I'd ask you for yours, but it doesn't really matter, it's not like I'll ever see or talk to you again…"

"My name is Roy, and you should try showing more respect to your elders kid…"

"I'm not a kid, I've seen more than my fair share of terrible things, if that didn't age me then 24 years of living would, don't judge me on my height…"

Ed took another swig of his drink and continued to avoid Roy's gaze.

"Would you feel like sharing?"

Ed looked at him skeptically, "And why would you care about my problems?"

"Just curious, plus I don't really have anything else to do tonight…"

"I haven't had enough alcohol yet to talk about all that shit…"

"And how much alcohol would be enough?" Roy asked, genuinely curious.

"Well we'll find out won't we?" Ed said as he nodded to the bartender to request another bottle.

Ok uh, my first Fullmetal fanfiction that's not a oneshot… hope you liked it (yes it will be very depressing… sorry :P)

Anyway I just thought I should take care of this idea before I write another chapter for Brighter…. Not looking forward to it….. .:pouts:.