Chapter Two

A New Life Style

I want him. I want to touch him and hold him tight. I want to be close to him. This isn't right. I'm disgusting. I want to tell him though. About this feeling. Never had I once become known to such a feeling as this one. I want to hold on to this feeling, but I'm afraid that if I do...something will happen.

Edward...

Sometimes, when he least expected it, he had the over powering sensation that he was beside him, and all he had to do was turn his head and he'd see Ed. It was a sense of utter conviction. He was not imagining it or daydreaming; Ed was there. He had that sense now, as he moved away from the newsstand, and it was so vivid that he gasped and turned half-around with eager happiness, and his lips had formed the start of "Edw-"

Nothing there. A dim, ray afternoon, a curious passer-by in a black coat, the crowd traffic of the street. No Edward. But the sense of his presence didn't vanish at once. That instant flash of total happiness and certainty still illuminated things, like a flare left a drifting image of itself in your eyes for a long time after it had burned up and died. Roy though to himself, as the awkward situation progress. He was to old to be imaging or fantasizing people who weren't there. After collecting the remaining sense he had, he headed back toward the hospital. A constant warning in his gut, told him not to go in fear that he would do something he would later regret. Something as important as telling Edward about the feelings he had for him and what he truly felt.

Sometimes Roy found himself day dreaming of fantasizing in his sleep. In one dream he comes home, and before he raises his hand, the door opens. He leaned against the doorframe, one hand above his head, the short red boxers barely covering him. "I've been waiting for you," he said huskily. His voice was deep for him. "What took you so long?" Roy walked past him without a word, and moved through the darkened house, until he stood at his bed room door. Ed swaggered toward him. "You're in a hurry tonight?" They were standing so close that he could feel his breath. He grunted, and he moved into him, forcing his body into the room. With a gentle push, Ed lowered his body onto the bed. "Since you're in such a hurry." Ed remained standing with his hands on his hips and a wide smile. His eyes roamed over Ed, from the loose blonde hair that framed his face, past the curves of his neck down to his legs that were spread wide. Slowly he brought the boxers down, until it slid down his legs and fluttered around his ankles. he kicked the material away. In the bright light, he stood, totally naked. Roy closed his eyes, then pulled the boy into him and moved his hands to his waist, squeezing as tight as he could. "Ouch!" Ed swung around, facing him, his face twisted with pain. But then, he licked his lips. "It's going to be like that, huh?" He kissed him, softly at first, then pushed his tongue into Roy's mouth. A moment later, Roy pulled away and pushed Ed onto the bed. He laughed, too loud. "You're being rough, sempai!" In one move, Roy unzipped his pants and fell on top of him, but he stopped him-holding the boy still. Then he pounded away, causing him to moan. The louder Ed became, the harder he pushed into him. His eyes closed tightly and he could see him. It was Ed holding him. Ed moaning for him. Ed wanting him. But just as fast as the fantasy started it ended, so quickly.

The sun fought valiantly, but the clouds moving along the coast proved to be more powerful. By the time Roy reached the hospital it was noon day. He surprisingly walked into a room filled with screams and shouts. It was probably Ed, fighting the nurse over drinking his milk. Roy laughed shortly as he turned the knob. But just as quick, a glass came flying toward the door. Roy ducked in time for it to hit the door and shatter into tiny pieces. "What the hell is going on in here!" Roy stood back up looking displeased. Hughes and Ed both faced him, but Ed quickly turned with his nose in the air and his arms crossed. Hughes smiled childishly and wiped the sweat from his temples.

"We were just coming to the conclusion that Ed and Al will be staying at your placed for better protection. Plus the hospital refuses to let Ed stay, he is to noisy and disobedient.

"Shout Up!" Ed suddenly yelled. "I'm not staying with that bastard anyway. Me and Al can take care of ourselves. Right Al!" He turned to his brother, but got a sadden glare from him as he looked at the limbs missing from his suit of armor. He them sighed distastefully. "Fine! Only a little while." Roy sighed as well. He didn't know if he could control himself if Ed was going to live under the same roof as him.

Ed and Al arrived at Roy's house shortly. Al at first arrival was fixed with scraps of other metals. Ed told him to stay in the guest room, Roy had shown them, while he would go take a shower. After Ed was in the shower, Al put his clothes in the wash, he knew Ed didn't like the smell of hospital still on them.

Ed remained in the shower far longer than was necessary. Having had searched everywhere without a decent place to stay for some time, he appreciated the opportunity to just linger under the hot mist, to lazily run the bar of soap across his body and let it wash away the dirt and grime of disappointment, despair, and hopelessness. Still soaking wet, he stepped out of the shower and rummaged around a linen closet in search of a towel, when he realized his close were gone. Ed raced off into the hallway. Roy stopped in his tracks when he reached the wide open door to the bathroom and got an eyeful of his houseguest. Ed was standing at the closet, only in the towel, with his back to him, thankfully. "Where the hell is my clothes!" He quickly turned to Roy with a frown. "Where is my stuff you bastard!"

"What are you talking about? Why would I take your belongings?" Roy reassured himself, trying to think up any excuse possible for the heat that rose to his face, for the quickened breath and racing heartbeat. He barely had any muscle on that body of his, and was still young enough so that his body hadn't been exposed to the wash of hormones that would metamorphose him from a boy to a man. That was all there was to it. Nothing more.

Hating himself for his body's response, Roy quickly got his hormones in check and walked to the dresser, where he pulled out a pair of boxers and a t-shirt, and threw them at Ed without looking at him, for fear that his body would betray him once again. "Then wear these. I don't know where your clothes are, but you can wear mine." Ed looked suspiciously as them and then returned to the bath room.