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Roy walked the aisles of the supermarket in a daze, his mind frazzled and spent from work. Ed had come by afterward to pick him up at Central HQ, and they'd decided to stop and buy some groceries before they started their lazy weekend together – one Roy was looking forward to immensely after the Xing treaties had been signed. To celebrate, they always cooked together, and tonight's meal was determined to be chicken parmesan.

So, once they arrived at the store, Ed went off to grab the meat and produce while Roy's mission was the pasta and bread.

He strolled down the dry goods aisle, past the ready-made sauces and olive oil (a bottle of which he added to his basket), finally pausing at the wide selection of pastas.

Roy sighed and wiped a gloved hand over his face, so tired he could barely read the boxes in front of him. He was more than glad to be done with the treaties – the process had been long and arduous, with more than its fair share of all-nighters, and the exhaustion seemed to be catching up to him. He couldn't wait to get home and take off this damnedable uniform. He sighed – perhaps they should just get something from the supermarket's hot bar and call it a night. He was far too tired to cook, as much as he loved their tradition. They could always make the meal tomorrow night.

With that in mind, Roy managed to focus his eye enough to grab a couple of boxes of angel hair pasta and drop them in his basket. As he did so, he felt a presence come rushing up to him, one he was already quite familiar with.

"Hey, how's it coming?" Ed's voice asked, and Roy felt a pat to his back.

The General looked over at his lover with a weak smile, "I have procured the angel hair for us."

The blonde looked into Roy's basket with a firm nod, returning his smile as his golden eyes flicked back up to Roy's own, "So you have." His head tilted as he stared up at Roy, giving him a knowing look, "Hey, I've been thinkin'... we should postpone the celebration cooking and just do some takeout tonight. You need to take it easy this weekend, I think."

Warmth bloomed in Roy's chest, and he nodded, "Yeah, I think that's best too – at least for tonight. And we can still grab what we need to cook, it'll just be for tomorrow."

"Exactly," Ed agreed. He leaned up to kiss Roy on the cheek, in a rare public display of affection for the twenty-two year old – but Roy accepted it with an even broader smile than before, chuckling.

"Thank you, bunny," the General said gratefully.

Edward's cheeks turned pink – as they always did when Roy used his pet name for him – but he didn't shy away. He just shrugged, "Don't worry about it." He cleared his throat awkwardly, and it was then that Roy noticed Ed's basket was full of items – the tomatoes they would need, of course, but he'd also gone ahead and gotten them some of the hot bar items in takeout boxes.

"I, ah, forgot my wallet," Ed said sheepishly. "I was running behind at the lab tonight, so I kinda rushed when I changed at home, and I didn't switch it out of my pants…"

Roy just waved a hand with an easy smile, "I have mine, don't worry. Get whatever you want, bunny, okay? We'll have a feast." He offered his own kiss to Ed's cheek, "Why don't you go find us something to have for dessert, hm?"

Edward's expression brightened (as did the pink in his cheeks), and he nodded, "Yeah, okay." And then something… changed in his golden eyes, a flash of a certain glint Roy had seen time and time again since they'd been together…

It was a look that often spelled the General's doom.

In an unexpectedly genuine voice – honey-sweet – Edward added, "Thank you, Daddy…"

Oh, God.

Oh, dear.

Oh, fuck.

The word cut through the fog in Roy's brain like a lightning bolt, and suddenly clarity – too much clarity – hit him all at once. For a brief moment, the wind was stolen from his lungs, his mouth and eyebrows wide with shock as his blood rushed with heat.

Never, ever – not in a million years – would Roy have thought Edward would say such a thing… or that he himself would respond in such a way… But the single word had awakened something within the General, something that had been resting somewhere deep inside.

By the time Roy came back to himself, Ed had already turned around, headed towards the sweets and confections, sashaying away with a cheeky little jaunt in his step. Roy growled, snatching a hand out to catch the blonde's elbow and pull him up against his tall frame.

"Edward," he rumbled, hardly above a whisper – a private growl just between them.

The blonde didn't seem bothered by the firm grasp of his arm, but he shivered, looking up at Roy innocently, "Yes?" The hint of a smirk across Ed's perfect lips told Roy that the brat had known exactly what he was doing.

Roy's dark eyes flashed a warning look, "Be ready to checkout in three minutes."

Ed bit his lip for the briefest moment, "Why?"

"Because in about four minutes, I'm going to bend you over my knee for that."

"For what?"

"For nearly giving me a heart attack in the middle of this store," Roy insisted through his teeth. "You need to be taught a lesson, yes?"

Again, Edward bit his lip, nodding, whispering in that sinful-sweet voice, "Yes, Daddy…"

Roy chuffed an almost tiger-like growl, rolling his eye, almost pushing Ed away from him, "Go. Quickly. Before I fuck you in the middle of this store."

That seemed to shut Ed up (save for a bit of snickering to himself), and he scurried away to the sweets section.

With a clenched jaw and a plan stewing in his mind, Roy marched to the front to wait for Ed's return.

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The ride back to Armstrong Manor was silent and thick with tension. Save for a possessive kiss once they got back to the car with their groceries, Roy hadn't spoken or touched Ed. He could feel the blonde squirming in his seat as he drove them, however, anticipating his punishment like the eager slut he was. It sent a thrill through the General, and he fought with everything he had not to tell Edward to pull over so they could fuck in the backseat.

But Roy managed his control with an iron grip, exuding a calm rage that he knew would turn Ed bonkers with need and lust. He kept his gloved hands poised in his lap as they pulled up to the entrance of the manor, eyes straight ahead.

Clouds had rolled in, and a light, lazy mist was falling from the sky, cool and calm.

Roy listened as Ed turned the car off and pulled the keys out of the ignition. Roy could feel Edward's eyes on him, expectant. He looked over at the blonde, and his lover seemed to take that as a signal to scoot closer – but at once, Roy held up a hand.

"Not in the car," he declared firmly.

Ed pouted, but didn't protest beyond that, and he waited for Roy's next command.

The General pointed to the manor, "You're going to take our groceries inside and unpack them. And then put them away, neatly." His dark eye narrowed, and Roy offered a knowing smile, "After that, you may meet me in the bedroom. Am I understood?"

At once, Edward nodded, returning the smile, "Yes."

Roy's gloved hand shot forward, grasping his lover's chin between his thumb and forefinger. He growled with a feral grin, "Yes, what?"

The blonde's gorgeous golden eyes had glazed over with lust, and with a hot breath he nodded, murmuring, "Yes, Daddy~"

The bloodrush of heat went through Roy's body again, hearing that tone and those words from Ed. He gave into the impulse to crush his mouth over Edward's, accosting his lover's tongue with his own. The taste of him drew a moan from the General, and he cupped the back of Ed's head with his hand.

"Good boy," he praised as they parted, his voice husky and breathless. Roy delighted in the little shiver that visibly went through Ed's frame, and he brushed a gloved thumb over the blonde's parted lips, letting the rough fabric pass over the soft skin.

Ed took the thumb in his mouth, his teeth lightly holding it there as his lips wrapped around it, giving it a light suck. Roy clenched his jaw.

Fucking brat.

He growled again, "Go on. Hurry."

With a little whimper, Ed scurried out of the car, snatching the grocery bags as he went. Roy watched with a bemused smirk as he followed, but at a much more normal pace. He casually slipped a hand in his pocket as he entered the manor, shutting the main door behind him. Ed had all but sprinted towards the kitchen to put away the groceries, and Roy made for the opposite direction – up the foyer steps to the west wing of the manor.

The Armstrongs had decorated the home with a theme of monochromatic blues with accents of ebony, alabaster, and gold. It was reflected in the long expanses of rugs that sprawled along the middle of the hallway floors, and also in the family crest that Roy passed on the way to his bedroom.

The room he'd chosen to make his own wasn't nearly as decadent as the others in the wing. It was more or less a small library that had been converted into a bedroom, with shelves full of books spanning every inch of the walls, save for the doorways, windows, and fireplace.

Where a desk or study table might have gone on the north side of the room, a large king sized bed had gone in its place, sat upon a raised platform with shallow steps. It was a massive four-post frame, carved from a deep, rich wood. Roses and thorny vines were lovingly sculpted and wound around the head and foot of the bed, and up the posts. It was a beautiful, sturdy piece, an antique.

Behind the bed was a bay window with its own inlet, so the bench was flush with the panes of glass. It overlooked the back of manor grounds, over the gardens, pond, and training ground. The windows cast gray light into the room, and a soft patter of rain began to fall against them.

Roy snapped his fingers, and a fire roared to life in the hearth, setting the dark room aglow with orange light. The seating area just below the bed was lit the most, directly in front of the fireplace. It consisted of a long chaise lounge, an end table on either side, and then two wingback armchairs on opposite sides as well. They were upholstered with vibrant cerulean velvet, soft to the touch and stuffed to the brim so that when one sat, it felt like a cloud.

But the main focus of the room was the bearskin rug in front of the hearth. The fur was inky black, shiny in the firelight, and dense with softness. Roy smiled as he looked at it, removing the main coat of his uniform and draping it over an armchair before taking a seat on the chaise – keeping his eye on the bedroom door – to wait for Ed.

It wasn't a long wait. Barely two minutes later, Roy heard the mismatched footsteps of his lover hurrying down the carpeted hallway. The General straightened, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt collar just as Ed opened the door.

He could see the blonde visibly gulp at the sight of Roy, and Ed became very still, anticipating the General's next command.

Roy sat back, crossing one leg over the other, his hands resting in his lap as his dark eyes silently observed Ed. "Did you put everything away like I said?" he asked pointedly, blinking.

Ed stepped further into the room, letting the door shut behind him. He nodded, "Yes. Yes, sir."

Roy gave a solemn nod with a hint of a smile, "Good boy." He rested his elbow on the arm of the chaise, and then his head on his gloved knuckles. "Take off your clothes… All of them," he added, keeping his eye on the blonde.

Ed seemed to take a breath before he did as he was told, but he did so without protest. First came the jacket and t-shirt, which he draped on the armchair to join Roy's uniform coat. Next, Ed slipped off his boots and socks. Finally, he made eye contact with Roy as his hands came to his belt, unbuckling it and slowly slipping himself out of his tight black jeans, kicking them away with a half-step towards Roy.

Ed began reaching up to undo his ponytail, but the General held up a hand, "Leave it."

The blonde's hand retreated, and Ed stood naked, waiting. The firelight made his naturally beautiful skin glow with an ethereal quality that Roy found utterly breathtaking. Ed was breathtaking – from his golden eyes, to his angular bone structure, to the toned muscles on his lithe body… there wasn't a part of Ed that Roy didn't want to worship.

…or ruin.

Ed was clearly more than half-hard already, his cock twitching almost rhythmically. The blonde's face flushed pink, his eyes going slightly shy.

Roy clicked his tongue – can't have that.

"Come here," Roy ordered, patting his lap. "Lay face-down for me."

Ed found his voice again, "Y-Yes, sir."

He made towards Roy, clearly trying not to appear too eager – yet there was a glint of that look in Ed's eyes, just before he climbed over the General's lap.

…and then Roy saw the reason for it.

Nestled between the cheeks of Ed's perky ass was the base of a bright green butt plug. Roy purred at the sight, running a rough-gloved hand over the soft skin of his lover's ass. "My, my – what have we here?" he purred, pressing a knuckle into the silicone plug.

At once, Ed let out an obscene moan, gasping as he tossed his head back.

"Mmmn, and just how long have you had this in, bunny?" Roy asked, still digging his knuckle into the toy. "All day?" He paused, waiting for Ed's response. "Answer me."

His lover gasped, and fire-lit topaz looked over his shoulder at Roy, "A-After lunch… Wanted t'be ready for you."

Roy preened, his other hand moving fondly over the cheek of Ed's ass. It always impressed him with how perfectly it fit in his palm – just the right size for his grip. Edward twitched slightly, reacting to the rough fabric of Roy's gloves.

"I see," the General answered, running a gloved finger down Ed's spine. He could feel the blonde's cock leaking over his lap, throbbing between his thighs. "As much as I adore your preparedness, my love, it doesn't negate what you did in the store."

"No, sir," Ed agreed.

"You know you deserve to be punished for it?"

"Yes, sir." Ed wriggled slightly, anticipating.

Roy's hands formed over Edward's ass, squeezing it, "And you'll take it, won't you? You'll take everything I give you."

"Yes, sir. Please, sir." Ed was flushed, practically vibrating, clawing at the velvet upholstery.

Roy shook his head, "No, no – say it, bunny. Say it again…"

Once more, Ed glanced over his shoulder, his aureate eyes glowed, dancing with a mixture of innocence, mischief, and desperation as he squirmed over Roy's lap.

"Please, Daddy~"

The way his lover's voice breathed those words – so sweetly, so softly – it was absolutely irresistible. With a swift blur of white, Roy's gloved hand came down in a muted smack! across Ed's rump. Even with the glove on, the contact was sharp – and from Edward's answering moan, very little of the sting was dulled either. Regardless, the blonde continued squirming over Roy's lap, trying to get friction on his cock.

That earned another – smack! – on the opposite side. "Be still," the General commanded. Ed cried out and stilled, his knuckles turning white from gripping the chaise.

Roy's attention turned to the end table to his left, and he reached inside the drawer to pull out an adjustable cockring.

"If you can't be trusted," he began, slipping the ring onto Ed, "then this is what has to happen." He pulled it tight, and Edward gave another soft cry, almost a whine. Roy rubbed a soothing hand over his ass, "You can cum when I say so, and not before – understood?"

"Yes."

SMACK!

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Daddy~"

"That's right," Roy agreed warmly. "Good boy~"

A pleased sigh came from Edward, and his hips squirmed in Roy's lap, causing his cock to brush against the General's clothed erection.

SMACK!

"You really can't help yourself, can you?" Roy assessed. He gave another series smacks to Ed's ass, alternating a cheek each time – earning moans from Ed in the process, growing in desperation and volume with each hit.. Roy chuckled, "You're such a slut for this. I can feel you pulsing against my thigh – my sweet, slutty bunny~"

Edward was panting beneath him, squirming as his breaths came out in hot little puffs. He looked over his shoulder at Roy, the tone of his voice coming out in a sweet mewl, "H… Harder~"

Roy's eye darkened, a devious, delighted smile spreading across his lips, "As you wish, bunny~"

The General made a show of lifting his hand up, opening his mouth as he raised his gloved finger to it, biting the tip and slowly pulling it off his hand with his teeth. He then threw it aside, hearing it land somewhere on the floor.

Roy's bare hand rubbed over Edward's ass, feeling the soft, heated skin – the shock of the gentle touch made the blonde's body twitch. "Easy, easy," he murmured, giving a loving squeeze to one cheek.

The General raised his hand once again, holding it in the air. Ed squirmed, eyes burning over his shoulder as he waited… and waited.

In a blur of whistling flesh, Roy brought his hand down with a loud CRACK! across the meat of Ed's ass.

The blonde screamed, arching his back, fingers curling into the flesh of the chaise cushion.

Roy's hand stung from that hit alone, but he slammed another two hits down, swift and precise: CRACK-CRACK!

Ed was writhing, gasping into the velvet beneath him, almost drooling.

Roy took pity on him, biting off his other glove before gently rubbing them over the thoroughly punished muscle, soothing the sting with his warmth. Edward shuddered, letting out a shaky breath.

"Pl-Please," he panted, slightly muffled from his face being buried in the chaise.

"What?" Roy cooed lovingly, tracing a finger over a cheek of the blonde's ass. "What is it, darling?"

Edward turned his head, looking back at Roy with blown out eyes, "Want you inside me~"

The General pressed his knuckle into the base of Ed's plug again, making the blonde moan again. "Is that so?" he queried with a smirk, arching a brow.

Ed bucked into the pressure Roy had created, and in a voice so sweet yet so lewd, he moaned out, "Yeah – just fuck me~" He threw his head back and rocked his plugged ass into Roy's knuckle.

"Goddamnit," Roy all but moaned in frustration – Ed had far too much power over him when he got like this. "Go get down on the rug," he commanded, his eye shooting a threatening look to his lover.

Ed excitedly scrambled off the chaise and did as he was told, keening softly as he slithered onto the bearskin, fingers running through the thick, black fur as he got on all fours.

Roy stood, smiling down at the blonde appreciatively, "Good boy~"

The General began unbuttoning his shirt, and Ed crawled back over to untie his boots. He grinned, sitting down and allowing his lover to pull them off his feet. Roy went to undo his belt, but Ed quickly rose after setting the boots aside, taking over the task with his mismatched hands.

The belt buckle scraped against the blonde's automail, but neither of them paid it any mind as Ed pulled the General's cock out, the cool, steel fingers wrapping around his thick shaft. Roy hissed, but he pushed his hips into Edward's hand. He was twitching in his grip as Ed stroked him, not even realizing how hard he'd become, having been so focused on what he wanted to do to Ed.

But when the blonde leaned down and boldly took the General into his mouth, he couldn't stop the groan of sheer relief that escaped him, echoing off the ceiling. Ed greedily sucks him down deep, and Roy loses all coherent thought as his head falls against the back of the couch, his hands going to push Edward's head down as far as it'll go.

Ed chokes for a moment, but with a moan, he swallows Roy down his throat easily, letting the General hold him there. Reluctantly, Roy has to let him off, because Ed's talented mouth could suck out his soul if given half the chance, and Roy was far too worked up and far too determined to fuck Edward into the floor to let that happen.

Panting, Roy lifted his head from the back of the chaise, dark eyes blazing, "I don't remember giving you permission."

Ed was busy wiping his mouth with his flesh hand, barely hiding a mischievous smile behind it, "You didn't like it?"

"Get back on the rug. Now." The General's glare intensified, but a subtle smirk played at his lips. He was happy to see the flicker of the brat in Ed, and held his breath as he waited for any signs of protest – but Ed moved to obey the command, seating himself on the bearskin once more.

Roy stood and shed the rest of his clothing, tossing it aside piece by piece. He reached into the end table once more, and he pulled out a pair of leather cuff restraints, a blindfold, and a bottle of lubricant.

The restraints were well-made, and clearly well-used, having formed to the shape of Ed's wrists over time. The cuffs were joined by two long metal rods, creating a little more distance between the wristlets.

Roy knelt with them in his hand, but he reached forward for Ed's chin, pulling the blonde to him in a rough, hungry kiss. "Face down," he purred over Edward's mouth. "Ass up." His hand came up to slap the tender meat of the blonde's rear for good measure, causing him to give a soft gasp – but Ed did as he was told, folding himself over so that his cheek was resting on the black fur of the bearskin, his ass fully in the air.

Roy then slipped the blindfold over Ed's eyes, securing it in place. Picking up the cuffs again, he snugly tightened them around Edward's wrists, while the metal bars sat behind his haunches, locking his body in place.

The General couldn't help but admire the sight before him – his lover's beautiful body, and the way the firelight danced off his golden skin. He let Ed sit there a moment, not touching him, just waiting, not breathing. Ed squirmed against his restraints, unable to see Roy, or know when his touch would come.

"Roy, please," the blonde moaned, arching his back to push out his rear. "Fuck me – make me cum~"

Roy slapped his ass, and Ed shrieked into the fur below. "If I let you," the General reminded him, reaching down to cup his balls – Edward shuddered, panting.

His eye fell on the plug still lodged inside the blonde, seeming to quiver eagerly with Ed's squirming. When Roy's hand finally made some kind of contact with Ed's skin, his lover jumped slightly – and then Edward all but moaned when the General began pulling the plug from his ass, slow and steady.

Roy's eye widened as he saw how big the toy truly was, and he gave an impressed murmur, "Hnnn, and you wore this all day for me? Such a dirty, slutty bunny~" He set the plug aside once it was out of Ed, and then opened the bottle of lubricant, slicking himself up for Edward – and then Roy was at his lover's entrance, fingers lovingly spreading lube over and inside it. He pressed them into Ed's prostate, firm and confident, and Ed keened sharply. Roy swore he heard Ed curse into the thick fur of the bearskin.

Feeling his lover tighten around his fingers caused the General's patience to finally snap once and for all. With a snarl, they retreated from Ed's ass, and Roy was pushing inside him instead. The General's hands clamped down in a bruising grip around Edward's hips, and he pulled them down hard over his cock, burying himself deep within his lover's quivering heat.

Roy tossed his head back with a triumphant moan, joined by Ed's answering cry of his own, wanton and shameless in its desperation.

The General took his pleasure from Ed, pushing and pulling his hips along his cock, using him. Each thrust caused Edward to ripple around him, and Roy growled, gritting his teeth as pleasure threatened to overtake him already. The sound of their wild rutting bounced off the walls, filling the room around them. Sweat began to slick their bodies, warmed by the roaring fire in the hearth.

Roy ground himself inside Ed, and the blonde trembled under him, his mismatched hands gripping into the fur of the rug. "FFF-Ffugh," he whined, barely coherent. "W-Wanna c-cumm~"

The General's hand shot forward, pulling Ed by the ponytail and hauling him up against his chest. Ed hissed through his teeth, his arms still pinned behind his back as Roy continued a teasing, grinding pace.

"You need to ask me nicely, bunny," Roy grunted. His cock jolted inside Ed, protesting the slow change of pace. "You know that."

Edward was panting, the sound gaining an edge of an almost puppy-like mewl, "P-Please! Please let me cum, sir!" The sound was so sweet, the voice of Edward Elric – begging, debauched, and desperate. Such a far cry from his brash, bratty nature.

Roy relished in it, wrapping strong arms around Ed from behind. One hand snaked up Edward's abdomen, up his chest – and then clutched at his throat. Not enough to choke him, but enough to convey a warning, if need be. His finger traced Ed's jugular affectionately, light and playful.

"Good boy," Roy purred into his ear, his voice dripping with warmth. Edward shuddered, leaning backward into his lover, into the praise – only to moan out sluttishly when Roy's cock went even deeper inside him.

The sound spurred the General on, and he began slamming his hips into Ed, much harder than before – and Edward, of course, was damn near screaming, sobbing as he had no choice but to take Roy's harsh pace. (There was no sign of their safeword, though, thankfully.) For Roy, however, the tension was building in his gut – rapid and strong – winding tighter still as he refused to slow down this time.

Keeping one hand close to Ed's throat, Roy brought his other hand down to grasp his lover's bound cock, giving it a few strokes of his palm. Edward sobbed again – any words he attempted to speak came out in incoherent wails, breathless and flustered from Roy's torture.

But as it all nearly became too much, just before the desperation overstayed its welcome, the General saw mercy. As he slipped off Ed's cockring, Roy pressed his mouth to the blonde's ear and spoke three words – a gentle, affectionate command:

"Cum for Daddy…"

All at once, Ed's body tensed – and this time he did scream; a broken version of Roy's name. His hips bucked involuntarily, and Roy felt him clamp down around his own cock in a tight vice-like grip that sent him over into bliss with Edward.

Warmth, relief, and euphoria rushed over him like bathwater, and Roy let out a guttural moan to the ceiling.

"F-Fuck yeahh," Ed moaned, still riding out his orgasm, body twitching in the General's arms. "Cum inside me, Roy~"

Roy's cock was already fulfilling that request, endlessly, eagerly spurting his warm cum inside Edward. The General pumped his fist along his lover's cock, milking it for everything Ed had in him – most of it ended up in the black fur beneath them.

When the pleasure finally calmed, Roy was deeply winded, and he could feel Edward trembling in his arms. Carefully, he unbound his lover's wrists from the cuffs – Ed's hands fell away bonelessly – and he tilted them backwards onto the bearskin, so they could face the hearth.

Roy found the fluffy blanket and pillows they kept under the chaise (for occasions such as this), and he propped Ed's head up on a cushion before doing the same for himself, tossing their favorite blanket over them both. Their bodies had separated in the process of it all, but Roy made up for it by immediately taking Edward into his arms. Ed took the offered affection with a happy hum, burying his face in Roy's chest.

Chuckling, he slowly removed the blindfold from Edward's eyes as well, and Roy smiled as golden eyes blinked open. "Hi there," he purred, cupping his lover's cheek.

Ed touched his hand, leaning into his palm, "Heya."

"How do you feel?" Roy asked, reaching back to free what remained of Ed's ponytail. He stroked the blonde tresses, untangling them with his fingers.

Edward's eyes closed for a moment at the contact, humming, "Fuckin' perfect. Little sore, but yeah." They opened again, and he smiled up at Roy, "I'm good."

"Good," the General murmured, leaning in for a light kiss. Ed playfully nipped Roy's bottom lip before they parted, causing him to chuckle again, more openly. "Of all the things I thought you might try to pull on me, bunny, I have to say… that was a surprise."

Ed shrugged, his cheeks reddening, "Yeah, well… It was just gonna be a joke, but then you… got that look in your eye, and I just… ran with it."

Roy laughed out loud, pulling Ed close, "I could say the same thing about you, you know."

The blonde snorted, throwing his nose haughtily in the air, "I don't know what you're talking about. I don't have a look."

The General rolled his eye, adjusting his patch, and fixed his lover with a flat look, "Ed, don't bullshit a bullshitter."

Ed reached forward to help with the patch, snickering, "Yes, Daddy~"

Both men froze in their actions, the word sitting between them for several (awkward) beats.

Ed spoke first, blinking, "Okay… that time I kinda hated it."

Roy nodded, "Yeah, I… That felt wrong."

They stared at each other for another few moments, uncertain.

"Never again?"

Ed hesitated, considering, "I… wouldn't say never." He shrugged, "Might be fun again, somewhere down the road."

Roy nodded again, carding his fingers through Ed's hair, agreeing, "Somewhere down the road."

But then Edward's eyes softened, looking up at Roy earnestly, "I fuckin' missed you."

And Roy could only stare back with his own love and warmth, pulling Ed's face to his, murmuring over his lips, "I fuckin' missed you, too."

The fire crackled in front of them as they shared another kiss – another one of countless more that occurred that weekend. It was only the beginning.