Title: Satisfaction un-guarantied

By: Kilala10

Summary: Vampire!RoyxMaes

Rating: to yet be dermined but probably mature.

Disclaimer: I own none of the FMA characters in any way, shape, or form.

If any other characters appear in here (which they probably wont), then I made em up myself.

I think that covers it.

AN: I appologise ahead of time for this story rambling on. If I didn't, this story wouldn't really make sense. bows

Warning: Yaoi happens here but no lemon yet.

Satisfaction Un-Guarantied

Roy had woken with a hint of a smile on his face. That was the best sleep he had gotten in weeks. He could tell he was in his own bed, but must've been lazy enough to just collapse on the thing. The smile was gone as quick as it came. His head started pounding. Roy groaned, "Damn Hangover..." That's right, he went to the tavern last night, didn't he? Placing his hands on the bed, he pushed himself up-right, staying still till his head stopped spinning. After agreeing that he was at least able to walk, he got up and made his way to the bathroom to relieve himself.

He tried his best to remember what happened. He talked to somebody...a man. He remembered photo's. Oh yeah, he wouldn't shut up about the people in the photographs. "Family obsessed parent." Roy chuckled to himself, remembering the site of the man. Even the bar tendent couldn't escape from the photo fanatic.

Roy looked at his reflection in the mirror, bringing his hand along his chin and feeling out the scratchy stubs of hair that grew overnight. He pulled out his after shave, razor, and whatnot and got to work. In a few moments he was done, and he started to put things away when he heard movement below on the first floor. This morning wasn't being nice to him. First the hangover, now someone's in his home. Running a hand through his hair, he flipped the light off and made his way down stairs. He made it down to the last step before he head a groan come from his living room. Sounded like he was on the couch too. Roy poked his head around the corner to see the back of the man he drank with last night. Maes was his name, if he was remembering correctly. Said man started to keel over a moment later. "Bathroom's down the hall, second door on the left." Roy stated bluntly, knowing quite well what was about to happen.

His assumption was correct apparently, since Maes darted down the said hall before he was able to state any further directions. The door slammed and that was the end of that conversation. Roy was pretty sure that Maes crashed at his place last night, the blanket that layed out of place on his couch furthered his point.

He made his way into the kitchen to fetch himself a glass of water. He turned on the fossit and ran his finger under the pouring water, waiting for it to cool. After a moment, he placed the glass where the finger use to be. Shutting the fossit off, he turned around and leaned against the counter. As if on que, Maes dragged into the kitchen with a mumbled "Mornin'..", one hand gripping his own pounding head, the other brought into the air as a wave of hello.

"You look lovely this morning." Roy noted dully. Maes shirt was untucked from his slacks, his glasses were crooked on his face, and his shoes and socks were nowhere to be seen.

Maes cracked his eyes open and glanced at the man before him, "You're not much better off, yourself." Roy was in a simmilar state, minus the glasses. He was also missing a sock. "Can I have some water...and maybe a shower?" Maes asked, taking his glasses off and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Roy simply looked down at his glass, stared at it for a moment, then offered it to the man. He watched him take the glass and eagerly consume it. Roy unconsciously licked his lips while watching the adam's apple move while Maes swallowed.

The man let out a sigh, and placed the glass on the counter with a loud clank. A grin was placed back on his face, similar to the one from last night. "Thanks for that. Now about the shower."

Roy scanned Maes's face like there was a hidden message. He still didn't understand why this man had gained his attention. In any situation, he would've ignored the man all togeather last night, but now he's standing in his kitchen with that smug look on his face. Wanting to take a shower. In his own bathroom. ...great, now he has to figure out why this situation is not as akward as it should be. He blinked a few times when Maes waved a hand in front of his face. "Is it a common occurnace for you to space off like that?"

Annoyed, Roy smacked the hand out of his face an turned to a cupboard to fetch another glass, "Do what you want." He opened the cupboard and got a glass, closed it, and turned the fossit on again. He had yet to hear Maes move though. Glancing over his shoulder gave him the site of concern from the other. "...What?"

"Ah, it's nothing." Maes scratched the back of his head and headed towards the bathroom he was previously in. "Thanks."

Roy stared at where Maes stood for a while. He heard the shower turn on, and the sliding door to the bath shut, but still didn't move. This was different, why is he feeling this? He shouldn't be feeling this. He shouldn't be concerned about him, he shouldn't care! He just met this man!

And when did he end up in front of the mentioned bathroom?! He really needed to get some fresh air or something. "I'm going out," Roy said loud enough for Maes to hear over the shower and through the door. With a grab of his coat and a click of the door, he took off to wander the streets.

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Maes heard Roy state that he was leaving, but didn't really know how to reply. He figured that Roy would've tooken off before even hearing a response anyway. He really couldn't figure that man out either. Was Roy only chatty when he had a drink? Well I guess this morning was alittle akward. He didn't mean to crash at the guys house but he didn't think he was going to make it back to the front door after dumping the man on the first bed he could find. He was just exhausted. "Ah, I don't think I thanked him for letting me stay over night." Maes added that to his mental to-do list and turned off the water.

He grabbed a nearby towel and looked at the bathroom clock. 7:30. Crap, he was late for work.

Wait, no he wasn't.

Saturday. Today was Saturday. No work. "Yeah, as long as Riza doesn't hunt me down and drag my ass back to the office." Riza was a sharp shooter and showed no mercy: out on the field or in the office. He shivered at the thought and dragged the towel on his head.

Putting on his boxers and slacks, and draping the towel over his shoulder, he headed out into the living room. He never really got a good look of the place last night. The room consisted of older and recent new furniture, like two different time zones met here. There was also a stone fireplace, a stack of wood next to it's mouth. He turned around slowly, taking everthing in. It was empty and silent, give and take the random creeks of an old home. Deffinitly a different taste of things. It's probably one of the things that made him take an interest in Roy.

Giving one last sigh, he threw on his yesterday's dress shirt and grabbed his coat on the way out. He decided to head home. Even though his wife and daughter wern't suppose to arrive till tomorrow, he still had to at least change.

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The day had come an gone with nothing eventful happening in between. Roy had came back to his home around a half hour since he left for the walk. When he arrived, he found that Maes was gone and it was once again empty. Not thinking much of it, he had picked up a book and read the day away. An old wind up clock chimed, ringing at the strike of 6 o'clock, brought him away from his trance. Sighing, he shut the book and stood. It was back to the normal every-day pattern. He grabbed his coat and headed out to find another woman to fall for him, do the bite-of-the-neck thing, and go from there.

Bad idea of thinking about the biting the neck part, which brought back to life his fangs, that led to that never ending hunger from yesterday. His whole body pulsed at the image that just flooded his mind. Yesterday. That man. Maes. "..Oh..God.." He pictured his hands, trailing up the bare chest of the other, causing Maes to shutter. He pictured the other's face of what could either be pure horror or pure pleasure when he grinded against his companion. He'd give one last smirk against the other's neck, fangs brushing up against the sensitive skin before opening his mouth...just enough to...

KA-WHAM!!

A visible dent lays on one of the walls of the hallway of where his fist rests; a drop of blood trickle from a knuckle. The lust for blood was raging at full capacity through out his body. But there was a catch, it wasn't just for anyone now. It was...for...

He refused to picture it again, but it didn't help that his whole body felt like it was pulsing and now for certain that this said lust wasn't going away any time soon. "But...I can't...I don't..." Roy slapped his hand over his mouth in a poor attempt to kill the pain. He needed to take a bite of something. Fast!

Roy practicly sprinted towards the door, unlocked the lock, and threw it open.

And he just stared...

"Oh! Hi-ya Roy! I was wondering if you wanted to go to the tavern with me again." Maes scratched the back of his head with that grin on his face.

This...this is just torture.

Maes noticed the shock on Roy's face, "Hey, you oka-AY?!" He had to catch himself from crashing on top or Roy who had just yanked him by the collar of his shirt. With an 'ummph!' after being thrown against the now slammed door, he found himself pinned. "...The hell?"

Roy didn't know what to do at the moment. He was just following his instincts at the moment; Lean against the man, still gripping his shirt at his collar, and burying his head into the said shirt like he was trying to dissapear into it. ...Ok, for some wierd reason, this was holding it off temporarily, but it was comming back.

Still in shock, he looked down at the man clutching him like a child. Not really sure what to do in this state, Maes just brought his hand upon roys back and moved it up and down, trying to comfort the man.

"..M-maes.."

"Y-yes?" A little startled at the sound of his name for the first time from Roy. It sounded a little...desperate.

"I..." Roy raised alittle from where he was, breathing through his mouth, pretty much panting. He couldn't hold it back, but...

Maes.. he didn't want to do that. Not to him, so how...

...ah fuck it. It's been a shitty day already. Roy tilted his head up and gazed into Maes's confused eyes. "Maes..Please.. I.." Before he new it, it'd happened.

He'd kissed Maes Hughes.