Hey guys! It's been a little while, huh? Yeah... Um... Well... My muse kinda just sputtered out and died for this and I had to resuscitate it. It's alive again, though, and updates should resume on a semi-normal basis. Maybe.

Anyhow! This chapter is a bit short and that's because there is absolutely NO PLOT MOVEMENT in here except, y'know, in the RoyEd department.

Yes kiddies. I wrote a lemon-ish bit of a chapter. No, it is not just fluff on steroids. ARE YOU EXCITED YET? This is my first... scene... haha, so don't expect it to be something wonderful (like what dear Proser or the lovely Beautifulfic or sweet jarnsaxa can cook up, to name a few amazing writers out there. Not to say that only their smut is good - far from it, in fact, because every single friggan sentence they write is a work of art... or something... - but... you get my point. DON'T BE DISAPPOINTED IN MEEEE)

Ahem, so, if you don't like the smex, get lost. Er, I mean, skip this chapter. You won't miss anything relevant to the story, I promise. You could even imagine that little "screen fades to black thing" and when it comes back in, you can assume that a bit of the sexual tension had been relieved!

Okay, okay. I'll shut up now.

DISCLAIMER: You are sorely misled if you think I own FMA. Maybe you should get your head checked, yeah?

Sparks Fly in the Dark
Chapter 10

God damn Ed for his self-control. God damn Roy for his stupid, stupid hormones. He wasn't stupid horny teenager! He was a grown man, for pete's sake!

Thus were Roy Mustang's thoughts as he woke on the cold hotel floor, stiff in his lower regions and with only a blanket for company. Ed snored away on the bed, content with Roy's own blue uniform jacket as coverage. It was cold in the room; a draft leaked through the window which, surly, was not shut all the way. During the night, deserts jump from the extreme heat of the day to the frigidness of night. Freiheit was no exemption.

Briefly, Roy wondered what the time was and quickly decided he didn't care. What was important was relieving himself. Now.

He stood, rather awkwardly, in the darkness of the room and made his way to the door. It creaked on rusty hinges when Roy opened it, and it made his heart stop as Edward stirred in his sleep. It would be terrible if he woke to find Roy this way…

Seconds passed that felt more like hours and when Roy was assured the blonde wasn't going to wake, the dark-haired man slipped out and into the bathroom a door down.

Inside, the stark stench of urine hit him heavily. Turning on the light revealed three stalls and a single, grimy sink. Paint peeled from the walls and the floor was sticky beneath his feet. Instantly, he wished he would have had the foresight to grab his boots, but he wasn't willing to risk getting caught going back to the room to fetch them. Besides, he argued with himself, the stickiness didn't exactly have to be piss.

From inside his pants, his cock throbbed painfully. Heeding its silent command, the man made his way to the middle stall and slipped his way inside.

The toilet, thankfully, had its lid down and the covering itself wasn't terribly grimy. With a hiss, Roy slipped down his pants and underwear and sat on the lid. He jumped when he grabbed his hard shaft and suppressed a moan at the pleasure it invoked. How he needed this. With a gasp, he moved his hand up to grip his tip and slid it back down.

"Sh-shit…"

Unable to control himself, he began to thrust forward into his hand. He imagined himself inside of something tight and warm… and found himself longing for Edward under him, writhing in pleasure and cursing out as Roy brought them both to completion. It brought him over the edge far quicker than anything else ever had and as he came, Roy couldn't help but moan as the onslaught of pleasure whited out his mind.

"E-edward..!"

His own pants filled the room as he waited for the high to wear off. The bathroom wasn't the most dignified place to do this sort of thing but… he thought, that had to have been one of the best orgasms he had ever had…

Roy stood and wiped up his mess with toilet paper before hitching his pants and underwear back up (though not in that order) and opened the stall…

…to find the object of his latest fantasy standing there, mouth agape and obviously aroused, if not sleep-stricken.

Ed had woken to an empty room (no, he didn't care where that bastard had run off to, thank you very much) and the urgent need to piss. He had made his way out of the room after pulling on his boots and opened the bathroom door to find the light already on and the heavy breathing of someone attempting to… well, you know.

Determined to do his business and get out of there, Ed made his way to the nearest stall and peed, amazed that the sound didn't alert the man in the next stall over. Swallowing hard and trying desperately not to remember what had happened in the room hours before between Roy and he, Ed turned to leave the stall (not bothering to flush for fear of the noise alerting the other man to his presence) and stopped short when he saw the edge of familiar blue military-issue uniform pants.

It was Roy in the next stall over.

A shiver racked his body and he knew, knew he had to leave, now, or he would lose any shred of self-control. He didn't understand why the man had such an effect on him, didn't want him to have such an effect on him, but yet, there it was. And there was no pretending it didn't exist. So the best Edward could do was actively fight it. He had a mission for Gate's sake! He had to save Al, and having a lover, much less a male one, would only bog him down. He couldn't allow himself to waver from that path.

And then Ed heard Roy yell out his name as he came.

Shaky hands opened the stall door before him and he made a few tentative steps after a few minutes that he spent steeling his will. He would head back to the room, get in bed, feign sleep, and then work on his problem after Roy fell back asleep.

At least, that was the plan until Roy opened his own stall door and caught Edward standing there, mouth agape and obviously aroused.

They stood silent, staring at each other for a few agonizing moments during which Ed tried to ignore the painful twitches and throbs coming from his cock.

"You… heard… me?" Roy managed, his voice loud in the quiet room.

Ed nodded, never moving his eyes from the older man's face.

"I…" Roy tried to explain himself, but couldn't. Ed watched as he scrambled for words and then gave up after seconds of unintelligible bits of words.

Without a sound, Ed turned to go, his legs wobbly and his whole body aside from his rational mind screaming for him to stay. Gate, please not let Roy try to stop-

"Edward…"

Golden eyes flicked back to a pale face with onyx eyes pleading. In a shaky voice, Ed sputtered, "Yes, you s-eem to like tha-t name."

Roy made a step forward and Ed didn't move. He couldn't move. He felt as though he were glued to the spot, unable to escape. He could only watch as the dark haired man moved closer to him and stood right before him, looking down with unhidden want.

Ed opened his mouth to protest but was interrupted by Roy.

"I'll… leave you be. I'm going… back to the room." The dark-haired man turned to leave the bathroom.

"Wait," Ed said, voice rough and low. Roy turned his head back to look at Ed as the blonde continued, "I… Roy, I…" He what? Wanted Roy to stay? Wanted the man to touch him like he had himself moments before? Wanted to give in to the temptation? Wanted to explain himself? Wanted in general?

"You what?" Roy's words echoed Ed's thoughts.

"I…" and with a harsh swallow, Ed made up his mind. "Help me…" he said in a demand almost nonexistent.

The raven-haired man stood for a second, and Ed feared he hadn't heard his admission. But Gate, he needed this. He knew he did, with every fiber of his being. And when Roy placed one hand on his chest and the other down his pants onto his cock and pushed Ed lightly back into the wall, Ed knew that he had utterly lost in his battle of self-control.

Ed moaned softly only to have his lips captured by the man above him. A metal hand grabbed a fistful of white shirt as the blonde unwillingly bucked forward into Roy's hand. Teeth grazed Ed's lips and he parted them, allowing Roy to dip inside with his tongue and explore. Roy's other hand found its way up Ed's shirt, where it rubbed and roamed about his chest.

After a few moments, Roy pulled away slightly to breath and it seemed that the sound of their panting filled the room to the brim. With adept fingers, Roy pulled Ed's pants down to his knees and knelt before him, giving him a lick. Ed moaned a bit louder – something like "don't stop," but not even he was cognizant of what his mouth was doing because all that mattered anymore was what Roy's mouth was doing. Ed twitched and entangled his flesh hand into the dark hair before him as Roy slowly took his shaft inwards. The older man used his hands to pin Ed's hips against the wall as he continued to lick and suck at Edward. Ed could do nothing but attempt to stay a bit quieter and moan the other man's name.

It wasn't long before the blonde cried out and let it go, the pleasure filling his mind to the brim and filling Roy's mouth.

Shakily, Ed slid to the floor with Roy still crouched before him, smirking lightly. "Roy…" he managed roughly.

"'You seem to like that name'," the man said cockily.

Red raged across Ed's cheeks. "Shut up," he said as he reached his hand forward to Roy's already re-erect shaft trapped inside of his pants. Roy only made a guttural sound in reply as Ed easily manipulated the clothing down followed by the appendage in his flesh hand and forced Roy to come as well, only in much shorter a time.

"Shit…" Roy muttered as he looked at Ed.

"No kidding," he agreed, "but this is your fault, I'll have you know, you horny bastard."

Roy looked taken aback. Obviously he wasn't expecting that response. But with the desire gone for the moment, Ed was able to draw back on his reserves of irritance with the man.

"My fault? How is this my fault?" the raven demanded, "You're the one who asked me to-"

"First of all," Ed interrupted, "I didn't ask you to. I told you to because otherwise you were probably going to rape me in my sleep if I didn't."

"Rape you?" Roy raised an eyebrow. "I was making sure I wouldn't do just that, thank you very mu-"

"Secondly," Ed interrupted again, "it's your damn fault for constantly trying to get me into bed with you."

"I have not been trying to-"

Ed clamped his hand over Roy's mouth and grinned, "Don't expect this to happen all the time. I still have work to do. And so do you." He watched as Roy's eyes shined with something like triumph before he removed his hand and replaced it with his lips.

Since the bathroom was so dirty anyways, the two only bothered to clean themselves up a bit before returning to their room. And as Ed laid on the small mattress pulled up close to Roy, he couldn't help thinking:

He had never felt warmer.

Oh, yes, by the way: I am going through the process of editing up the previous chapters. Nothing major, just fixing a few things that bother me - like repetitiveness, typos, completely wrong words, the like. Have to polish up this work of mine.

Be nice to me and review. I really need feedback for this one. TELL ME IF I DID SOMETHING WRONG. OR IF I DID SOMETHING RIGHT. OR IF YOU REALLY COULDN'T CARE LESS. OR IF I JUST NEED TO LAY OFF THE SUGAR.