Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or the characters within. The club is mine, Ths music is "Hyper, Hyper" by Scooter if you care.


Find Me At...

The Golden Moon


Edward looked down at his napkin note with a sigh.

Tonight, find me at 'The Golden Moon' if you can.

This was all too new to him and Ed wasn't certain if he liked it or not. When Ed woke up this morning, alone, the note was waiting for him on his pillow. One night of walking around central, lead to one night of passion with a stranger, which of course lead to him being in front of 'The Golden Moon' the next night…wondering why he was there.

"I should just go home. This is ridiculous," Ed said to himself as the minutes ticked on. He knew it to be true because he was counting them on his watch.

It was getting very late and the club was alive. Ed was so nervous it wasn't funny. What was he going to do? Should he see this person again or run while he still could. Ed fingered his automail elbow through his red coat. Girls always shied away from his artificial limbs, making it impossible for him to get close to them. Not that he tried, the side glances and hand shake flinches were enough to turn Ed from a second date, or even a second conversation.

Ed was so lonely, all the time. Al was in Risembool where Ed could not follow. He had his contracted time to serve as a state alchemist. He had four of his five years done, now that he was a seasoned sixteen years old, but one more year was still a lot. Ed often thought about the nice quiet life he could have once he was done with the military, but it was just so…lacking in drive he wasn't entirely certain he would leave.

Music blasted nearby and stopped, scaring him out of his thoughts.

"He kid! Are you coming in or you gonna stay out there all night?" A busty redhead in leather pants and bra with a lime green mesh shirt said from the door way. The music must have been from when she opened it.

"Who me?" Ed felt stupid but he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. This person he was looking for was in that scary, horrific and creepy place; did he really want to see them again?

"Yes you sweetheart. You've been there since me and my friends came over an hour ago. Just get in here; you can be indecisive at the bar." She smiled sweetly. Maybe this 'club' wouldn't be the end of him.

Ed took a deep breath and fixed his shirt. The only change to his usual wardrobe was a black dress shirt instead of his usual tank and sub jacket. "Ok, I can do this!" Ed said to himself, but the redhead's laughter told him otherwise.

"You sure can, now get in here. Another second and I would've cut through my bra with these things. It's damn cold outside." She opened the door and Edward felt his face heat up. People really shouldn't talk like that, it made him incredibly uncomfortable. Judging by her grin, she was doing it on purpose too.

The redhead opened the door for herself, oblivious to the ear busting music blasting out and walked into the darkness. She kicked out her heel to hold the door open for Ed and he scurried after her. Inside was bright and shadowed at once. There were flashing coloured lights and smoky mist moving around the rooms of tables, a bar and a sunken dance floor, kind of like pit.

People of various outrageous outfits bumped, grinded and had what looked like a liberating good time to the weird music. Edward had never heard anything like it before. It was fast paced, like his heart beat, with very little singling. A man in front of a large knobbed table top area in the center bobbed back and forth as he pressed buttons and turned dials. There was a large golden glowing foggy glass moon above him. He must be in charge of the music! He leaned close to a microphone and shouted, "I want to see you sweat," then jacked up the tempo, "Hyper, hyper!"

A large and downright scary woman grabbed him from behind and took his coat. She said something but it was lost in the wild music. Ed made to take his favourite red coat back but she pointed to a sticker on it. It said '251' and then grabbed his right arm. She gave his automail and squeeze, looked him over briefly then grabbed his left arm. He had on his gloves, which she ignored and pulled up his sleeve to reveal his arm. She promptly wrote the same number on his in blue market and pushed him out into the crowd. Ed tried to fight his way back but the dancers were closing in on him. Ed was only able the scary beast woman put his coat on a hanger before she disappear between a pair of legs and a swaying pair of hips.

The music was getting to him as he ducked and bobbed to the beat, trying to make his way to the far wall were elevated tables were. If that person was here, he would be able to see them from up there. His braid fell apart as someone unknown behind him took his hair tie. Another person brushed up against him and undid half of his shirt buttons. Ed blushed and tried to do back up his shirt when a short woman in a pink bob smiled at him. She had more piercings in her ears that he had metal in his arm. She took his hands and placed them at his sides with a wink before going off to dance wherever. She was dressed like a pixie…in chainmail.

Ed made his way to the edge of the feral dance floor looking nothing like he did upon entering. He guessed what they all say is true, when a man is trapped in the wild, he never returns the same. Ed looked at himself. He had some how acquired a large number of thin colourful plastic bangles around his wrists. There was also a cheap tiara on his head as well as a number of chalk hand prints all over him. He counted four, one on his shoulder, one on his outer thigh, one on his chest inside of his half open shirt and… one on his ass. Edward didn't even remember which touches made those prints.

He sighed and sat down with a huff in one of the empty booths. It had felt like ages in the noisy pit but still no sign of that person. Where was he?

Oh, that's right. It was a HE Edward slept with last night. A he that held him, kissed him, licked him, fucked him and then held him again, all without once avoiding his automail. Ed had been against in the beginning, but there was something about this man he couldn't ignore. The loneliness had taken over and Ed didn't even know his name. That didn't matter because Ed wanted to see him again, then he'd find out the guy's name.

Ed took off the silly plastic crown and put it on the table. It was painted a silver colour with purple and pink plastic gems. A black finger nailed hand reached forward and picked it up. Ed followed the hand to a black, fingerless glove and then all the way up to the bare shoulder of—

"Envy?" Edward exclaimed and let his jaw slack when the homunculus winked at him and shifted into the man from last night. "It was you!"

"You bet," he replied with a twinkle in his eye. Envy shifted back into his better known shape, pushed his long bangs back and placed the tiara on his head, keeping the bangs in place. "Do you regret it now, shrimp?"

Ed wanted to scream at him, fly at him, and beat the sin until he admitted it wasn't true. But Ed did none of those things. Looking at the green haired older teen with that crown on made him think. The green puff created but the combination of a headband and a crown was comical. Envy didn't look like the guy who beat him to a bloody pulp more than once. He looked like, well just a person.

In a way…he was glad. He was flabbergasted as to why but strangely it made sense, who else but a sin would understand a sinner. Ed blushed as he remembered certain details; a smooth tongue along his shoulder scars, two flesh hands intertwined with two mismatched ones, and a whisper hotly against his ear 'See? You love it.' In the span of one night, Edward had felt things he thought he would never have the chance to, things now he craved.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but no, I don't regret it." Ed blush heated further and he looked hurriedly to one of his red bangles. He hadn't bothered taking them off yet.

When he chanced a look back, Envy eyes were abnormally wide and his mouth was sliding open in a very dumbstruck expression.

"Let me guess," Ed glared, his voice becoming hard, "this was another one of your games right? 'Fuck' Fullmetal then reveal yourself to 'fuck' with him more. You really are a piece of work but I have news for you, you're losing your touch. If you really wanted to break me, you should've changed then, not now."

He slide around to the edge of the booth seat and stood up. About to storm away he felt a tug at his right arm. He looked down and saw Envy's hand in his.

"I planned too, I'll admit that," Envy confessed and turned him around. "I thought if I could really mess you up, you wouldn't be as much of a threat to us, but then it changed."

"What changed," Ed demanded and took his hand back.

"I…began to enjoy it." Envy tilted his head to the side, much like a confused puppy.

Ed swore, "Well fuck, of course you did. It takes a complete idiot to not enjoy free sex."

"No, it wasn't that. I can have it whenever I want, with whoever, looking like anyone. It gets boring though, after a while. So I decided to try it with you for kick and squeals," Ed twitched, "and I liked it— No, I loved it and didn't want it to end. I knew if I changed into me like I planned, it would, so I didn't. Now we're here."

Ed folded his arms in front of his chest. "Yeah, we're here. So what's next, what do you want from me?"

Ed didn't really want to think about what more Envy could possibly want from him. The sin had already taken his virginity and even what was left of his sanity since he was still standing there; looking like savage animals had attacked him. Which in all fairness, they did.

"You… look good, shrimp—Ed…" Envy wasn't looking at him anymore, but fiddling with the plastic crown and letting his long green hair hide his face.

Edward felt his blush return, did it even leave?

"You look better like this." Edward hated to admit it, but he had been put off by the man's face last night. It had made Ed uncomfortable and now he knew why. It was not real. Of course, at the time, he wholly thought it was the sexual atmosphere that was playing his nerves, not the too perfect complexion of the man curling his finger in him.

Envy looked up and had his cat grin back on. "Really? This is my favourite face!"

Ed snickered as the sin practically sparkled that could rival with a certain Armstrong. "Yeah, it suits you… so what now?"

Envy smirked, and Edward felt his knees go weak. Envy took a couple steps forward and placed the tiara on Ed's head. "When I said whoever, I think I spoke too soon. You see, I've never had the opportunity to fuck royalty into the floor. I would hate to miss out on such an opportunity… so what do you say, Princess?"

Edward glared and was about to shout he was 'not a fucking girl' when two soft lips trapped his own in a passionate kiss. Tongues battled for dominance their bodies came closer, eliminating the gap between them. Edward needed air and pulled back, only to have his neck attacked by the same tongue who decided to wage war on his whole body. Black gloved hands were called in to the front, as they slide down Edward's back and over his rear, gripping him suggestively.

"So what do you say we take off to your palace where I can," Envy dipped his tongue in the hollow between Edward's neck and shoulder wetly, "pay tribute properly?"

Edward barely bit back a groan. "I'm so glad you picked a place close to the base. Let's go!"

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The next morning Edward found himself pleasantly sated but, once again, alone. He looked around the room when he noticed a napkin on his pillow next to his face.

You had it easy last night. This time I won't come to you and I won't be my usual gorgeous self. If you can find me at 'Two Left Shoes', you get to be top. I'll be wearing green, just to make it easier for you Princess.

See you tonight!

-a green knight ;)

Edward crumbled the napkin up in his fist and threw it at his closet. "I am not a goddamn princess!" He shouted to his walls. He stood up and winced as he heard a couple bangles snap under his automail foot. The colourful circlets were all over his room. He sat down at the foot of his single bed with a flop. Even though it was small, it was never too small. Edward jumped up with a start and threw back his covers. The tiara was the culprit! About to make the plastic thing join his napkin note, Edward changed his mind.

He sat down a second time. He fingered the fake jewels and sighed. The morning sun was beaming in through his small window, heating his naked skin. Ed put the silly crown on his head. "I'm such an idiot."

It was true, because he was already trying to find 'Two Left Shoes' on the map in his head.


END


I am so weak. I keep saying, no more new fics until old ones are done, but then this happens. I was sitting all alone, minding my own buisness when I decided to read through Silky's favourites, see if there was anything I hadn't read yet. That's when I saw an Edvy fic! She's been holding out on me glares

So I read... half a chapter of Shuffled by TrulyWished when I read a part where Envy liked to hide in the bar looking like someone else make Ed find him. Well next thing I know there is a Moose standing behind me, licking the top of my head. I jump from my chair and whirled around. the moose tilted his head to the side and on of his dollarstore bunny ears dropped.

He had me at hello.

I stopped reading and wrote this. If moose could purr, this one would have be practically a mottorboat.

So anyways, I'm thinking about making this a story instead of a oneshot, so I am listing it as a WIP. You you'd like me to keep going, feel free to tell me.

... I have to go work on my other fics. I opened Flint a couple hours ago and typed in four sentences. runs

-RIX THE DEMON!