Disclaimer: Believe me, if I owned Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward would NOT have fallen for Winry…

But I don't and it's awful.

Chapter 10 – Poison Kiss

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"Jesus… mmm… JESUS! FUCKING… Christ!"

Roy's finger gripped the leather interior in the back of his tiny convertible. Edward was happily working away at his lower regions, sucking and biting at him through his underwear. Where the boy had acquired such techniques was beyond the older, but he chalked it all up to natural talent. After all, he had never been with anyone before, much less another guy.

However, it was at this point that all of Roy's thoughts flashed away, because Edward had yanked down Roy's boxers and took the length in his mouth. Suddenly, the older boy lost all control, sinking down in the seat, handing over completely control to the blonde, who happily took it. Sudden shocks against his tongue gave Edward the heads up that Roy was about to come, but took no heed and continued swirling his tongue around the head and up and down the base.

"E… Edward… I'm… gonna…" He made an attempted to push him away, as awful as that sounded, but Edward would not listen. Soon, Ed pulled back, grimaced a swallow, and gave Roy—who was nearly unconscious from the previous activities—a lopsided grin.

"So," Ed tilted his head slightly, "it was good?"

Roy lifted his head shakily and gave Edward a half-lidded look and whispered, "yeah."

"Good!" Ed smiled widely, "I figured out how from watching you and remembering what you did and I was hoping I remembered everything."

Roy stared incredulously. If he was that good, then he certainly didn't know how. Then he laughed softly, "What a nerd."

Ed's eyes narrowed, "What did you just call me?"

"You're a nerd," Roy explained, breaking eye contact to work on pulling up his boxers and pants and re-buckle his belt. "No one learns how to blow someone like that—you're such a book nerd."

"You asshole!" He tackled the other and pinned him against the side of the car, "This is the thanks I get?"

"I'm just telling the truth," Roy pointed out, still cool and collected even though he was without the use of any of his limbs, "and no, the thanks you get is this." He craned his neck and locked lips with the blonde, who then loosened his grip on the other. Roy wrapped his arms around Ed to pull him closer, deepening the soft kiss.

Edward pulled back, short of breath and dazed. He mouthed, "I love you," to the older, who shuddered at a memory he'd otherwise rather not remember. Pulling the blonde back, he rested his head on his shoulder, he breathed, "I love you, too."

Ed's heart swelled softly before his watched beeped at him, alerting him that in ten minutes school would start, and no matter how heart-warming the moment was, if they didn't get a move on they would both be late. Therefore, as disappointed as Roy looked, the younger boy pushed off of him and said, "We should go."

Roy breathed angrily, but agreed. "Yeah, I wouldn't want to ruin that perfect attendance award of yours."

Ed glowered, "…bastard."

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Edward couldn't recall a day he was more excited and nervous to enter the high school. After all, his automail had never been exposed to the general public since he had gotten it, save for beaches—which he rarely visited. Something about the fact that he now had Roy Mustang by his side, his support and his love, made him more confident to show it off. Winry was, of course, ecstatic.

Then there was the exciting part. He wasn't sure how the whole "relationship" thing worked, but Roy was definitely one of the most popular and respected guys at the school, and to be dating him had to be good for Edward. He didn't know how open the older would be, but as he had witnessed previously, Roy seemed to be quite open to public displays of attention.

As Roy parked in a space suspiciously close to the school, Edward clenched his knuckles. The older boy raised an eyebrow in his direction. "You alright there, Edward?"

The younger blinked, and then made his return to reality. "Yeah, I'm fine." He rubbed the back of his head, "just don't really wanna go to school today."

"Well," Roy smiled, pulling the keys from the ignition and reaching in the backseat to grab his backpack, "in just a few hours, we'll be at my house." He gave the blonde an encouraging smile.

"Yeah," he laughed, reaching forward to grab his own bag, "there's that to look forward to."

Roy didn't respond, but instead opened his door and exited the car. Edward did the same and shot the other a smile from across the hood of the car. "Today is definitely going to be different."

"Uh, yeah," Roy's eyebrow's furrowed. "That's for sure."

"Something wrong?" Edward walked around to face him—he wasn't already having second thoughts, was he?

He blinked and shook his head, "Ha ha… uh… no," he hiked the bag higher onto his shoulder. "I just saw someone I don't like very much."

"Oh, well," Ed pointed in the direction of the school, "we better get going."

"Yeah," he mumbled, taking a few steps ahead of Edward and walking ahead of him. The boy behind him raised an eyebrow at the back in front of him, but chose not to say anything. He hoped the whole day wouldn't be as weird as Roy was acting.

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He didn't mean to act the way he was. Roy was just cautious, that's all. A repeat of Japan wasn't something that he wanted, so he was distancing himself from Edward a little. What he didn't understand at that given moment was that if he had simply told Edward that he wished to keep distance between them, for their safety, or to wait for people to get used to the situation, Edward would probably have understood. However, his mind was too occupied with all the possible consequences of being, as they say, "out and proud," and decided to just keep his distance. Edward quickly noticed this and made his way towards Roy. The older scrunched his eyes shut, as if this would bring a solution to him quicker.

"I gotta go," He shot, without looking at Ed, "I'll see you later?"

"Uh…" Before he could say much more, Roy was inside the building, headed towards his locker. The senior ran his hand through his thin, black hair and heaved a sigh. This was going to be difficult. He truly, really wanted to be with Edward. Really, with all his heart he wanted to be with him. There was really only one other person he'd ever wanted more…

Regardless, he just had to stay away from Edward all day. Any contact with the boy probably meant physical contact, and that would be a big, fat out to the entire student body, and after that point, there would be no convincing the students that, "no, he was not gay, he just happened to like this freshman boy a lot, oh, and that kid from Japan? He'd never heard of him!"

Roy hadn't realized that he was pulling his hair out angrily in front of his locker, and quickly released it to reach forward and enter the combination in his locker. He was so focused on unlocking it that he didn't notice someone walking up behind him.

"Hey, crackhead!"

"I didn't do it!" Roy slammed his back up against the locker, scared out of his mind. However, when he caught sight of his company, he straightened up and furrowed his brow. "Oh… it's you."

Jean Havoc grinned, chewing anxiously at the gum in his mouth. "What's up with you? Been smoking a little early this morning?"

"You're the one that needs a smoke," Roy joked, finishing out his combination, and opening the locker with a satisfying clunk. "Are you seriously chewing nicotine gum? What are you, thirty?"

Jean smacked a bubble. "Man, you know if I get caught with another cigarette in this school they'll suspend me. I can't afford to miss another math test." He popped another bubble, and then reached in his pocket, to pop another piece from the foil. He chewed it noisily. "Besides, you're the one who deserves the questioning. Where the hell were you this morning? We went running and you were nowhere to be found. Five A.M., remember?"

"Oh, right." Roy gave his buddy a lopsided grin, "I was getting laid. Sorry."

Jean's jaw dropped, and his gum fell to the floor. Roy grimaced. "What? What? Mustang misses the morning run to get laid? That doesn't sound like you! You're usually all over our cases for missing the workout."

"I know it," Roy said into his locker, fishing out his Advanced Calculus book. "Trust me," he continued, "it was worth it."

And it wasn't a lie. It was definitely worth it—a thousand times over—in ways he couldn't explain to Jean or any of his friends. The only person who would really understand was… well, that wasn't important.

Jean waved a hand nonchalantly at his friend as he popped another piece of gum—his last piece of nicotine gum—in his mouth, and tossed the empty foil packet into the garbage.

"You gonna make it the rest of the day on one piece of gum?" Roy inquired, eager to move on to the next subject.

"One piece? Ha!" Jean smiled, "I have a whole box in my locker. Don't you worry your pretty little head."

Roy shot his friend a look and then waved him off, "Come on, let's go to Government."

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This was all too confusing. Was this how relationships worked—at the beginning at least? Were they keeping it hush-hush for a reason? Was Roy… ashamed of dating a freshman? Agh! It was so difficult to sort this all through his mind—especially when he had no experience in the matter.

And especially after last night. Jesus. It was easily the best night of his life—so far. Hearing Roy Mustang tell him that he loves him, and then losing his virginity. Hearing his—dare he say it—boyfriend moan, whisper, even scream his name, "Edward… Edward…"

"Edward Elric!"

The blonde's head shot up, his braid whipping his neck painfully. It seemed as though he had drifted off in his intense thought, right in the middle of AP Algebra II. The Juniors and Sophomores in the room turned at him, and then laughed. He abashedly wiped the drool from his face and dropped his gaze to the table.

"Uh… yes, ma'am?" He answered.

"I asked you to please solve this logarithm. If you would be so kind to take a break from your nap to do so…"

"Yes, ma'am." He repeated, and moved to the front of the classroom, trying to ignore the snickers from his older classmates. As he passed the teacher, he could have sworn he heard, "…knew it was a mistake to let a ninth grader into this class…"

He scoffed as he solved the easy problem. "The real mistake," he mumbled, "is letting all these other idiots in an AP class." He dropped the chalk and returned to his seat.

The teacher cleared her throat, "Yes, that's correct." She continued to teach her hum-drum lesson and Edward let his mind drift again. If he didn't love math, he would hate this class. Practically everyone in here hated him, and they took every chance to let him know it. It wasn't his fault that he was a hard worker, and got an easy A in here. Well, maybe it was, but it was their own faults for being so damn stupid.

Edward ruffled his hair in anguish. He didn't like the way this was starting out. He was so in love with Roy. So much it hurt to think that he couldn't think of his life without him now that he was in it. It was scary to think of the hold this boy had on his life. This frustrated him further, which led t him slamming his head quite audibly on the desk.

Which lit the room up in laughter at his expense. Again.

The boy groaned. Maybe if he just confronted Roy he could understand why he was acting so weird. He hoped that's all it would take.

The teacher finally moved to put the assignment on the board. Thank god, he needed a good distraction.

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"Roy!"

Roy Mustang almost cringed at the sound—pretty much the opposite of what he should have done. He heard the footsteps of his secret boyfriend running towards him. The raven-haired senior spun on his heels, giving him a smile. "Edward," he grinned. "What's up?"

"Nothing," He said, smiling so genuinely and beautifully that all that fear and anger Roy felt melted and was replaced with the unadulterated love he had for the boy. "I feel like I haven't seen you all day, Roy. I thought we could have lunch together."

The thought of turning down such an offer crossed his mind, but was quickly dismissed when Roy looked into his eyes. How could he possibly turn down such a face? He put an arm around the boy and led him upstairs—casually away from the public.

"Where are we going?" Edward looked over his shoulder, towards the place where he and his friends sat each day.

"Upstairs," Roy answered curtly, "it's much quieter up there, and we can get privacy." He refrained from saying what it was he wanted to keep private.

"Uh, okay," Edward acquiesced, and followed obediently.

The two settled in between a secluded set of lockers and Roy pulled Edward into his lap, unafraid of showing him affection when there was no one to see. Edward sighed happily, feeling safe and secure in Roy's embrace. Lunch was soon forgotten as Roy's hands wandered down Ed's shirt and around the hem, his fingers grazing the skin underneath. Edward purred softly and turned to putty in the senior's hands. The blonde tilted his head back, begging silently for their lips to touch. Roy smiled hungrily and locked lips with the boy, dipping him slowly so he could lay him on the floor. The boy's hearts sped in unison, and Roy pushed into the kiss and move his fingers underneath the fabric.

Then, the sound of footsteps down the hall sent Roy in a flurry, pushing Edward away and slamming his back against the lockers. Roy's heart pounded, but not in the fluttery way it had been before, but in the frightened way it had back then…

The footsteps died away into a classroom, and Edward shot up angrily, staring into Roy's eyes with a burning fury. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I…" Roy stuttered, finding himself lost for words. How could he possibly tell the boy the truth behind it? "I…I'm so sorry, Edward."

Roy grabbed his things and dashed down the hallway.

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"He did what?" Russel said, a protective edge to his voice. He sounded like an angry older brother ready to pounce on some dirtbag that violated his younger sister. Only, in this case, it was Edward, not a younger sister, and that "dirtbag" was Roy.

"Russel, keep your goddamn voice down." Edward chanced a glance around him, but didn't see anyone looking at him. "It's not that big of a deal."

"Damned right it's a big deal! This guy is keeping you a secret, he's ashamed of you. Edward, I'm not going to allow anyone, not even a senior, to treat you like that. You're nothing to be ashamed of!" Russel ground his teeth.

"Well, golly, Russ," Edward jokingly waved his hand in front of his face like a fan, "what a way to talk to a girl."

"This is not a joke. Just wait until I get my hands on him… I'll teach him a goddamned lesson."

"Seriously, don't worry about it. We're two guys together," Edward reasoned, "maybe he's just… not ready for it."

"Well, he could have just said so," Russel scoffed, "it's not fair to you."

"Hey, that's my line." Ed joked. "It's alright, Russ, we just got out of control and he was surprised. I promise."

The problem was, he didn't exactly believe that. When he said that, he was really just trying to convince himself. After all, he had just gotten Roy in his hands, the last thing he wanted to was let him go. He'd be willing to convince himself into just about anything if it meant keeping him.

The bell rang, saving him from more Russel's words. He quickly gathered his things and rushed to his locker. As he retrieved his books, he wondered, what now? Did he go ahead and go to Roy's car, or did he start the long walk home? God damnit! He thought he was finally in the right place with that boy, and yet, the last time he saw him, he was running from him! He knew he wasn't cut out for this whole romance thing.

Right before his closed his locker, he saw that there was a piece of paper shoved through the grates of his locker. He grabbed it angrily and unfolded it. It read:

"Ed,

I'm really sorry for this afternoon. I didn't mean to run off like that, I just got freaked out. I know you've probably been freaking out since I ran off, and I've been texting you like crazy, but getting no response kind of sucks (thought I probably deserve it) so I thought I'd try to reach you through your locker. I was a jerk.

So, yeah, sorry. If you forgive me, I hope I'll see you in my car after school. I wait as long as it takes.

Roy"

Ed swooned easily. It was far from romantic, but just the fact the he apologized and explained helped. He smiled and folded the note, shoving it in his bag. The locked slammed shut, sending an echo down the hallway, and he bounded down the steps to the front door.

In no time, Edward found Roy's sharp car in the parking lot, and one tall, dark, handsome—not to mention, rather sad-looking—senior. Edward bit his lip, reminding himself that this boy was all his, and he half walked, half skipped to the car.

"Uh, hey." Edward said, causing Roy's eyes to dart to him in surprise.

"Hey, old friend." Roy smiled lopsidedly.

"Word in the locker room is that the great Roy Mustang missed the morning run with the tennis teams to get a lay. Wonder who the lucky gal was."

Roy chuckled and then moved to open the door for his boy. "Nah," he said, "he's the real lucky one, I hear."

Edward took a seat and buckled up while Roy took his and started the car. Talk was easy on the ride over to Ed's, and Roy wished him good luck as he disappeared inside the house. The shouting was so loud, it was even heard inside the cozy confines of Roy's automobile. Even as Ed left the house, with a bag in hand, Winry chased him outside.

Edward made it into the car safely, however, and as the two drove into the city towards Roy's flat, the blonde wasted no time before he began complaining, in detail, about the fight in his house. Even as the two parked in front of the building, and Roy walked him to the elevator, Edward didn't seem to notice.

In fact, it wasn't until the doors to elevator opened to Roy's flat that Edward's mouth stopped. This was because the boy's jaw dropped a good three inches, at the sight of the loft in front of him.

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A/N: Ahafaksjfhkjshga. DONE! :D It's been over a year. I'm such a deadbeat. However, I've been really sick and stuck on this couch, so I decided to write a new chapter. It's unbetaed, but I don't really care. I'm posting it RIGHT NOW and I don't care. I'm so happy that I finished! I hope you enjoyed it :D

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