KissMeDeadlyT-T: Probably every one of you who was waiting for this chapter wants to kill me, huh? ...I'm sorry ): I don't know why, but lately it's just been really hard to write anything, let alone smut to satisfy my fellow yaoi fans... Blehh. I suck.

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"Honour had his turn. Now I'm gonna ride my mustang."

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As soon as Roy's pants were off and thrown aside (with an odd thud, thanks to whatever he'd stuffed it his pocket―) it didn't take me long to get it up again. The way our slick skin slid together and the fiery trails his hands left wherever they touched had me hard and panting already, and we had barely even started. He grabbed my hair and yanked me forward, claiming my mouth without a word, and damn did it make me weak in the knees when he treated me like this; Shudders of pleasure rippled up my spine as he pulled my hair hard enough to make tears prickle at the corners of my eyes. I moaned around his tongue, pushing him back into the wall, getting as close to him as I possibly could until I was hardly able to tell who ended where.

"Ed…" he panted my name, and I swear the sound of his deep voice all husky and breathless from pleasure would be the death of me. I groaned, rubbing my hips against his. We both moaned as our erections ground together, and I did it again, again, again until I couldn't
think anymore, the only thing rushing through my mind more more more moremoremore…! Our lips met for another dizzying kiss and I felt lightheaded, my eyes rolling back slightly. His hands travelled up and down my body, stopping to rub and tease sensitive spots; my thighs, my stomach, my scars where automail met sweaty and hot skin. My fingers curled into his chest, hard enough to leave red marks.

"Ah… hah… Roy…"

"Ed!" His voice was oddly high pitched. "Your automail—"

For a moment I slowed down, confused. "What?"

"Ow! Fuck, do you have to―" He tore my right hand off of his chest. I guess I'd been digging my automail in a bit more than I thought. Tiny crescent moons of blood appeared where I removed my fingers. Just looking at them, I winced. It had to hurt. I guess I just got too caught up in the moment. At least it wasn't his hair... One time, a huge chunk of it had gotten stuck in between my fingers. That had been a tad hard to explain to people.

"Uh… sorry," I panted, licking my lips. I grinned a little, just 'cause he looked so ticked. "Jeeze, Mustang, calm your tits. I said I was sorry."

He rolled his eyes, murmuring something I didn't quite catch. Then, "I don't have tits, dumbass."

"Whatever." I ground my hips down again, smirking as his head snapped back and whacked against the wall. That had to hurt. He cursed, but grabbed my hips as I slowly rolled them down, like I was teasing. "Come on, let's do this already."

Then, like he was telling me to shut up, (which he probably was), he poked my bottom lip with three fingers, and I was more than happy to comply; people are always telling me I have a wicked mouth, but they don't know the half of it―you couldn't imagine the sounds that Roy made when I was using my mouth on him. They were probably some of the most beautiful things I've ever heard, and I was glad no one else would ever hear these, that I was the only one that would ever see this side of Roy Mustang. My heart did a stupid little fluttery thing, but I hate feeling like a girl or something, so I ignored it.

"Damn, Edward…" He took a deep, unsteady breath like he was trying to calm himself. I deliberately slid my tongue along the crease between his index and middle finger, and he ground his teeth together, his eyes wiring shut. His free hand was stroking my thigh shakily, and it made my breath hitch; little tingles went straight to my groin. I really didn't want to wait anymore.

"Roy…" I moaned around his fingers. "I want you /now/, please…" Of course my voice was a little garbled, but judging by the glint in his partially open midnight eyes, he understood perfectly well. He took his fingers out of my mouth, and planted a soft kiss on my lips before lifting my hips and circling his arm around me. I felt him ghost his fingers over my entrance and goosebumps ran up my entire body.

"You ready?" he murmured into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I looked at him, raising my eyebrows.

"'Course I am, I just fucking told you that I―" He interrupted me with something like "Damn brat" and slid two fingers in at once.

I gasped and my hands automatically grabbed at the first thing they could. I guess the victim would be the wall behind Roy, but even as the wood snapped between my fingers, I wasn't really thinking about that. Again, tears threatened to spill at the corners of my squeezed shut eyes. "D-did you have t-to―a-at once―"

He made a scissoring motion, and I winced. I could feel his mouth on my neck. "Needed to shut you up, didn't I? If I'd let you keep talking, we would be here forever." Still, he sounded kind of sorry underneath his smug smirk, so I guess I could forgive him.

"Y-yeah… I guess…" I managed to get out. He was slowly thrusting his fingers in and out now, and it felt amazing, but it wasn't enough. I needed more. It still hurt, since that bastard had been so quick about stretching me, but I started squirming, trying to get his fingers deeper, and I think he got the message. I barely had time to register yet another finger sliding in with the rest before he did—that. My head snapped back and I slapped a hand across my mouth to muffle the cry of surprise that threatened to escape as he curled his fingers, striking my prostate over and over again. I shuddered and moaned, my mouth uselessly blabbering things even I couldn't really understand as the pressure in my stomach threatened to explode, and finally managed to wheeze, "Fuck, stop that! I'm gonna come before we even—"

"You really talk too much, Ed. Maybe I want you to come."

"Well maybe I don't want to yet!" I already came once, earlier, and I knew I would soon. I really didn't want to have more than two orgasms, because it can get to be too much. I tried to ignore the throbbing in between my legs.

He wiggled his fingers. I gasped and shivered, and he smirked. "Well, maybe you have no choice."

"Really? You fucking bastard, are we actually discussing this while half your hand is up my ass?"

"It seems we are."

I wanted to fucking punch him sometimes. "Roy Mustang," I said warningly. "If you don't get your fingers out of my ass and let me sit on your dick already, I'm going to get dressed and leave you out here, horny and alone with your hand. So I suggest—"

He rolled his eyes, and muttered, "Fine, you whiny little kid." He removed his fingers and I smirked a bit, because it was funny that I was the one who wore the pants in this relationship. I got up so that I was on my knees, scooting up a bit so that my entrance was aligned with his member. His black eyes were still a bit annoyed, but they were fogging up with lust again... Let me tell you, that is a very good look for him. He pulled my head forward and kissed me again, his hands falling onto my hips and rubbing little circles. The way his lips moved against mine was nothing short of desperate and starving, so I decided not to put it off any more and slowly started to lower myself down, forcing myself to stay relaxed even though all my body wanted to do was tense up in pain. Roy was a lot bigger than a couple of fingers. I couldn't stop the small whimper that came out, but I hated taking it so slow... even though I knew it was gonna hurt like a bitch, I made a split-second decision and sunk the rest of the way down. Roy made a sound of surprise, but I barely heard it through the loud stream of swears that flew from my mouth. As I sat there gasping and trying to make my body get used to the intrusion, Roy slipped his tongue into my mouth, rubbing it against mine sensually. It distracted me from the pain enough to relax somewhat.

"Ed..." his voice was strained against my lips, "you didn't have to do that."

"I know b-but... nngh... you know I...like it fast," I got out through my heavy pants, managing a weak grin. He shook his head, sighing.

"It's reasons like this that I wonder how you've managed to survive, you idiot. Do you even think before you do reckless shit?"

"Hell no," I muttered, lifting my hips a bit, before slowly sinking back down. We both moaned, and even though it still hurt, I did it again, but a bit quicker. I started moving a bit quicker each time, my bottom lip in a fierce lock between my teeth, until I was moving up and down as fast as I could, ignoring the pain because it felt so damn good. Eventually the stinging faded away altogether, and I couldn't control my voice as I bounced up and down, arching my back impossibly, trying to get him in deeper. Even though it was getting to be too much and the pleasure was beginning to make me lose my mind, it wasn't enough. His fingers were gripping my hips hard; I could feel bruises forming already. My vision started to blur white around the edges, and I felt my orgasm coming on quick.

"Fuck... Ed...so tight," Roy hissed, his head leaning against the wall. His eyes were focused on me, clouded with lust and hungry with passion, and it made heat sear through my veins. If it was possible, my heart beat even faster. The grip he had on my hips tightened even more, and he began to pull me down harder than I could do myself, raising his hips to meet mine with each new thrust. I gasped and arched even more, thanking the crazy training Teacher had made me go through that made me so damn flexible; my hands gripped the wooden floor beside his knees and I spread my legs as far as they'd go, getting him deeper inside than before. He growled in approval and roughly rammed me down. My eyes flew open and I almost screamed, biting on my flesh arm at the last minute to quiet it.

"Fuck!" I choked out, dizzying pleasure zigzagging up each of my nerves. "Roy—I'm gonna come," I hissed through clenched teeth, trying to shake my sweaty bangs out of my face. Roy shoved them back and grabbed me by the back of my head, pulling my into a hard, open mouthed kiss, and slamming me down once more before I felt him tense and start quaking. He choked out my name as I felt my insides be coated with hot, sticky fluids, and that was all it took before I fell over the edge as well, crying my lungs out as everything exploded into white hot ecstasy.

When it was over, Roy collapsed pulled out of me and kissed my temple softly. I just lay there trying to catch my breath and come back down to earth. My eyelids started to feel heavy, and I let them slide shut without resisting. It seemed like a perfectly okay idea to spend the afternoon sleeping away in here, cuddled up with Roy.

"So, uhm, Edward." He lifted me up and set me on the ground, before spooning up to my back. He began to pet my hair softly and I sighed, sleepy.

Still slightly out of it, I mumbled, "What?"

"There's something… I need to ask you." He sounded really nervous. I pushed myself up on my metal arm (since my flesh limbs were still pretty much jelly) and rolled over.

"What is it?" I asked, curious about what could make him seem so twitchy. His black eyes met mine, but after a moment, he looked away and took in a big breath.

"Well," he started hesitantly, sitting up. I snuggled into his lap and looked up at his face, which looked like he was struggling hard to find words. I'd never seen him like this. "You know… I love you, a lot."

"I love you too," I responded, wondering where he was going with this. My stomach clenched nervously. He wasn't going to tell me he'd been transferred somewhere, was he? I mean, I'd still see him, but it wouldn't be nearly as often as I liked.

He interrupted my worries. "I've been thinking… There's something I thought of… I…" he drifted off, frowning. It seemed words weren't coming to him.

I kneaded my metal fingers through his skin and bones ones, running my thumb over his knuckles. "Just spit it out, already."

My words seemed to make something click in his head. He reached for his pants, fumbling around in the darkness. I watched him, half wondering if he'd lost a few brain cells while we were having sex. It already seemed like he didn't have many to spare.

"Roy…?" I asked slowly.

"So, I know this isn't the most romantic setting. Or time. Whatever. I… Okay, I'm just gonna come out and say it." I swear, seeing him all out of character like this is the weirdest thing. He usually always has some sort of comeback or something, and is never at a loss for words.

"I love you. I love you more than anything else in the world. You're the most precious thing to me, and I…" he stopped, his voice wavering a bit. I'll admit my heart was beating just a bit quicker than usual as he grabbed my hands, something small clutched in one of his. We were now kneeling, facing each other, onyx meeting gold as he struggled to continue. "I can't even find the words to describe how I really feel about you. I guess… you probably want me to stop blabbering like an idiot and get to the point, huh?"

I nodded a bit, even though I was really liking the sweet talk. It honestly made me want to melt into a puddle of gooey sappy love, which I'd never admit. "Yeah," I whispered, for some reason unable to find my voice. I could tell something big was about to happen.

Roy swallowed, so hard I could see his Adam's apple bobbing in his neck. Which, incidentally, had quite a few bite marks on it. "Okay. Ed, will you… Uh… urg, I'm sorry, I suck at this… not that I've done it before… well I practiced in the mirror, but―Okay, I'm shutting up. This is way harder than I thought it would be," he groaned, his head falling onto my shoulder for a moment.

I patted his back and watched him, sort of amused. "Take your time. I'm not going anywhere."

"I know, I just―Fuck. I'm just gonna say it." He straightened up.

"Okay," I said, now completely amused. "You sure this time?"

"You shut up." He shot me a glare.

"Sorry, keep going..."

"Edward… will you… will you…" He hesitated once more, before snapping open the little box in his hands and blurting, "Willyoumarryme?"

I gasped and my jaw dropped in ecstatic shock. There was a tiny little gold band, half hidden in the dark gold velvet. It was nothing terribly girly or flashy, and it was absolutely wonderful. "You're serious?" I asked, my voice wavering. He wasn't enough of an asshole to make a joke about it, was he?

He nodded, and all of my doubts disappeared. "I've never been more serious about anything in my life."

My breath hitched in my throat, and I sat there, gaping and trying to speak, as tears started prickling at the corners of my eyes. I swear my heart was trying to come out if my chest, it was pounding so hard it hurt. "Roy," was the only thing I could get out, before the tears spilled over and I started sobbing, pure joy taking over me. I sat up and threw my arms around him, feeling his arms snake around my back, and nodded quickly into his neck. I felt him relax and untense, and could feel the intensity of his smile.

"Thank god," he muttered, running infers through my hair. "I was afraid you'd say no."

I pulled away to look at him, unable to help the huge smile that split my face. I don't know if I've ever been this happy in my life. "I love you so much," I said, my voice cracking. Tears fell over again. He smiled gently and wiped them away, before kissing my lips softly. I thought my heart would explode. I felt so girly, but for the first time, I didn't care. I was way too damn ecstatic. Hell, I don't even think there's a word is Amestrian that could describe how I felt right now.

"I'm sorry, we can't have a ceremony or anything… We probably can't wear the rings around work, either." He revealed his left hand, which had a matching ring around his fourth finger. As he took my left hand and slipped the ring onto it and I watched in speechless joy, he continued, looking up at me, "Since it's not legal, hell, there are so many things wrong with this, that it would cause problems, but―"

I cut him off with another kiss, this one a little bit longer. "I don't care. I don't need material things for me to know." I linked hands with him, the feeling of cold metal on my left hand, even such a tiny one, making a warm, wonderful feeling course through me. I could not wipe that damn silly smile off my face. "As long as I'm with you, that's all that matters to me."

At those words, I saw Roy smile in a way I'd never seen before. "Perfect. Because as annoying as you are, I'm never going to let you go."

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KissMeDeadlyT-T: Blargh~ I can never think of endings except overused ones… Just saying, I nearly started puking rainbows while writing the end part because it was so. Fucking. Happy. And. Cute! Graaaaaaaaaaaa... To tell you the truth, I can't really see that ever happening, but... the idea makes me happy and I like it! If you don't and you're gonna be like "RAWR Y U MAKE THEM MARRIED U RUINED STORY ASSHOLE! WHY?" ...Because Fuck You, that's why. :) Just kidding, but really... If you don't like that idea don't be mean, ok? And I know there was a lot of dialogue during the lemon... I just love it when they argue x3 and my writing is 'immature', I've been told that before, and I know it, it's just that I like to write differently depending whose point of view the story is from. I can write like a mature person.

Anyways, enough of my shit. Sorry if it sucked.

Review and then Roy can give you a ring like Ed's. YES. If you review, consider it yours. ;3

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I suck.