Warning,: This is mature. If you are not mature, then don't continue, there will be a lemon later in the story. there are bad things that are going to happen. beware of Gender bending.

LEMON...and some rather OOC-ness... in the antagonist! (that's right you finally get to meet him)

Disclaimer: Do I look like I own Ed? If I did, he'd be making cupcakes for me...not starring in my fan fictions.

A/N: I will flip between Ed and Winry's POV's...read first chapter thing for more details.

Ed's POV (6:45- yes it took him that long to figure out the dress.)


Ed reached behind him and clumsily tied the final bow behind himself. He once again looked in the mirror and was stunned. Winry was so young, and this was only accentuated by the childish attire that would hopefully spare both Edward and Winry some pain.She was beautiful too, Edward noted for the upteenth time that day. The only detraction from her lovely features were those ever present bags under her eyes. There was a natural solution to that though...smearing on make up did help, but not much, as Edward had found out when he redid his eyeliner and eyeshadow along with concealer. HE had over an hour...a little nap couldn't hurt...

Ed snuggled into the center of the soft mattress, thankful yet again for his flesh limbs, even if they weren't really his. Within moments he was asleep. Ed felt as if he had scarcely closed his eyes when a light rapping sound at the door woke him. He prayed to a god he doubted the existence in that he had imagined it, but the knocking persisted patiently as his eyes darted to the clock.

It was time.

Ed hurried to the door, smoothing his dress as he scurried.

The sun had set, making both inside and outside the apartment cloaked in darkness, but he could still make out a tall male figure in the gloom through the peephole. Edward opened the door and found himself being embraced none to gently, something soft and forced against his lips. There was a snapping sound and the room was illuminated by all the candles Winry had instructed Ed to scatter about.

Ed pushed the man and his lips away, seeing him fully for the first time. "Colonel, what are you doing?!" Ed spluttered, disbelieving.

Roy laughed, taking in Ed's outfit. "Has this little girl never been kissed before? I like how prettied up you are, I assume we're role playing tonight?He leaned in again, this time forcing his tongue into Ed's mouth.

Ed didn't particulary like this slimey intruder (neither of them, but meaning the tongue), nor the fact that he had lost his first kiss to "the bastard". The fact taht his first kiss was only one of the many things he would lose had yet to filter through.

Despite this, Ed kissed back, very meekly, not wanting to spark any fight for dominance that would result in harsh consequences. Roy backed off again, "I like that," he purred, "for once you aren't fighting. It's almost not as fun though..." he mused.

All due rage finally blazed through Ed's veins."This sick bastard " He thought to himself.But he had to go through with this,no matter how much he didn't want to... or the woman he loved...all thoughts of consequences ended with the smell of burning meat and ashes...making him feel sick.

Time to fake it

Ed made an attempt to smile coyly, tossing his pigtails and battering his eyelashes. "You want me to struggle? I'm sure that could be arranged.." Ed was trying to be seductive, but even he knew it was just awkward.This wasn't going to work... Ed shook his head and looked around frankly.

"Listen Colonel sir, I have no idea what I'm doing. I've never been in this situation before..."

Roy pushed Ed to the edge of the bed, threatening to push him onto it. "You want me to help?" he asked, leaning over Ed.

Ed felt a sinking feeling in his empty stomach. He started lightly hyperventilating, knowing that his heart was beating like a rabbits. "I killed a rabbit once..." he thought to himself irrationally. He looked up at Roy with scared, vulnerable eyes, trembling. He picked up his courage and resolve, willed his voice not to shake. "You'll need to help me..." he started lamely, then tried to make up for it, grabbing Mustang's shirt and forcing a sloppy kiss of his own.

Roy's back stiffened in mild surprise. "You haven't done that before...little girl."

Ed swallowed the instinctual feeling of rage at being called "little". Now was neither the time nor the lace to freak. He nodded to Roy nervously.

Suddenly there was a low growl. Mustang grinned, his eyes lighting up playfully. "Are you a dog now? I always knew you were my bitch, but you see..I love dogs!"

Ed looked around in confusion, his stomach growled again. Roy realized his mistake and laughed heartily. "You want some food?" he asked

Ed nodded dumbly, afraid of the perverted look on his superior's face.His fear grew as Mustang undid his fly. He then pulled Ed into a crushing embrace, giving him a crude lick on the cheek that left a trail of saliva on his face. He spun both himself and Ed, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and pushing Ed into a kneeling position on the floor. After a quick shift of boxers, he returned his attention to Ed. "Eat your fill."


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