First order of business: Thank you to all reviewers :-)
Second: This is continuing because it felt too soon to finish it. However, you are allowed to consider chapter 8 the end. This could be kind of like a sequel.
Third: This is the disclaimer for this chapter and all following chapters: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist.

First section: Edward's point of view.

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"Edward, are you sure?" Winry asks me.
Blushing furiously, I nod. I had known that I would have to explain myself, but I never knew how I was going to do it. Here I am, having to tell Winry I am gay.
"But you kissed me!" She points out.
"I...can't explain that." I say, turning even redder. I know I am bisexual, but right now it is just so much easier to say I am gay. It was nicer than having to explain to Winry that I would choose Roy over her any day.
"But..."
"Winry, please." I say, trying to shush her protests. "I...I personally always thought that you and Al were going to be together. He's gotten his body back now; it's not impossible."
"Well, I've always liked you both, but you were the one to kiss me; plus he's in love with Martel." Winry states, though the last bit is a whisper and it almost sounds ashamed.
"Al was a suit of armor. I don't know what I was thinking." I freeze, realizing how cruel my sentence was; she had been rejected by both of us, plus I just told her that kissing her was a mistake.
Just as I predicted, Winry smashes my head with a wrench. "FUCK YOU, EDWARD!"
She screams with tears in her eyes and then runs off.
I sigh heavily. Maybe this wasn't an easier solution.

(A/N: Roy's Point of View)

"So, how did you know?" I ask Riza as we sit in my house, sipping coffee. Edward is off with Winry, calming her down, I hope. It is my duty to talk to Riza.

"Psht. I've always know." Riza says, taking a much lighter attitude since she is off duty.

"But...I...I flirted with you! You got mad at me over saying all women should wear tiny mini-shirts!" I insist, disbelieving that I am so easy to figure out.

"I wasn't going to expose you before you were ready." A silence overtakes the two of us for a while.

"Thank you." I say after the long pause.

"Any time, sir." Riza returns to a more formal attitude. She salutes and takes her leave.

I sigh and lean back. I suppose I fall asleep, because when I wake up, Edward home and reading in a corner.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" He asks.

"No, not at all. How did Winry take it?" I ask.

"Not well at all. I hope Al can be there for her to calm her down. For now, she strongly dislikes me, but I know she can never hate me. How about Hawkeye?"

"She knew all along. She just played along because she didn't want to 'expose me before I was ready.'" I say.

"That's good." Edward says and sets down his book. He stands up and so do I. We meet in the center of the room, but don't know who should initiate the kiss. "Damn it." Edward pulls me towards him after the moment of awkwardness gets to long for him. As an exchange, I pull him closer to me, pushing our lower regions together. We continue these acts of equivalent exchange until we are both panting heavily.

"Bedroom?" He asks.

"Bedroom." I confirm.

(A/N: Still Roy's point of view)

A feeling of guilt hits me like a train. I just dominated the sex, and I know it. I roll to face Edward, expecting him to be upset or hurt.

"Ed, I..." Edward covers my lips with his own, cutting me off.

"Spare me. You up for another round?" He asks when he pulls back.

This time, he takes full control, and it is so much better than the first time.