AN: Thanks for all the reviews!

I won't say much, but I love this chapter xD. A hyperactive Alphonse –sighs dreamily-.

-cough- Anyway o.o

I have a new obsession: Nanne Gronvall (there should be dots on one letter somewhere, but I don't care o.o). Her music is to die for. Really. She's Swedish and her number 'Hall Om Mig (again, somewhere dots, but I don't care T.T)' is awesome. Very… intense, I think o.o If that's the right word for it. Anyway, just liked to mention that since I'm making an AMV with that song for Fruits Basket x3. I'll give you guys the link when I'm done o.o (?) If you're interested in Furuba xD

At first, I WANTED to do a lemon in this chapter, but I didn't feel like it o.o –ducks and dodges several flying objects- SORRY XD. But you'll definitely get one! Promise!

On to the fic! Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 12

"Go on."

"Roy, I can't!"

"Push harder, Edo!"

"It's way too tight."

"Stop whining and push harder."

"I…can't get it in!"

"Damn!" They both promptly dropped the couch they were trying to push through the front door, sighed and flopped onto it, both slick with sweat from their previous activity. Edward had bought a new couch, since Roy had spilled wine on it and he needed a new one anyway. The old one had been a gift from Alphonse—it was orange and ragged, covered with stains and nasty things Edward didn't even want to identify. He didn't want to get rid of it, because it had been a gift from Alphonse, but the couch was six years old… it was time. Definitely.

So now they were trying to push the new couch through the front door, which was easier said than done.

So yeah, what did you think they were doing?

"Let's try flipping it over and holding it like this," Edward made some gestures with his hand. Roy nodded and they tried again and, finally, they managed to get it through and placed it on the same spot where the orange couch had once stood. Edward sighed. "That looks way better than that horrid orange thing," he noted. He loved Alphonse with all his heart, but the boy absolutely had no taste.

"Well, what do you want to do now?" Edward asked, flopping on his new item and lying on his back. He stared up at Roy, who had a very scary, predatory glint in his eyes. The blonde gulped.

"I know something we can do," Roy replied huskily and strode over to the couch, placing both of his hands on each side of Edward's head and bowing over him. He lowered his face and kissed Edward, who immediately wrapped his arms around Roy's neck, pulling him closer and on top of him. Roy happily went along with it.

About ten seconds after they had started their make-out session, there was a loud knock on the door. Edward groaned.

"That's probably Aru," he said, trying to push the black-haired man off of him. Roy decided he liked this position and didn't budge and instead attacked Edward's neck.

"He'll come back later," was his reply. Edward, however, gave him another hard push, effectively throwing Roy on the floor. Said black-haired man groaned. "Aw, my back," he muttered, rubbing said place as he threw a glare at Edward, who merely grinned as he walked over to his door.

"Old man," he said and stuck his tongue out at Roy, who was about to protest to that comment, until a loud and very obnoxious voice sounded through the room as Edward opened the door.

"GOOD AFTERNOON LOVEBIRDS!" Alphonse yelled happily, throwing a rose at each of them and practically skipped inside. Edward was rubbing his poor abused ears and Roy froze to the spot as he took in the sight of the blonde skipping around, before tackling his older brother.

"He knows?" Roy muttered. They had only been 'dating', as Edward called it, for two days now and as far as Roy knew, Edward hadn't told Alphonse yet (if you're interested: they hadn't exactly done anything yet, besides simply kissing). Well, not that it was a secret of course, but it was quite a shock to have a hyperactive Alphonse running around the house yelling 'lovebirds'.

"Yes, he knows," Edward groaned. "I just told him on the phone, that's actually why he's here." Alphonse stood up and offered Edward his hand, which he took, before bouncing around the room.

"Oh my God, Nii-san!" he yelled. "I'm so happy you're finally screwing Roy! It was about damn time!"

Roy didn't know whether he should laugh at the embarrassed expression on Edward's face, or feel sorry for him.

…He went with laughing.

"You shouldn't encourage him, bastard," Edward said and pouted in the cutest way possible. Roy gave him a smirk, before turning to Alphonse, who had now flopped on to the new couch and was looking at them happily.

"Say, Alphonse, I was about to molest your brother. Do you mind leaving?" he asked him nicely. Alphonse blinked once, looked at the face of his brother, looked back at Roy and allowed a huge grin to appear on his face.

"Of course not Roy," he said cheerfully and stood up. "See ya Nii-san and make sure you're able to walk properly tonight, since we're going on a double date!" Alphonse yelled enthusiastically. Edward rolled his eyes with a blush on his cheeks, but grinned nonetheless and tackled his little brother, to said little brother's surprise. Edward usually didn't hug people that much—he wasn't a touchy-kind-of-guy, not even with his own brother. Alphonse grinned and ruffled Edward's hair, before standing up to leave.

"See ya tonight Aru!"

"Bye Nii-san!" The door smacked shut and before Edward knew it, he was scooped up from the floor and being carried to the bedroom.

"I hope you don't mind," he muttered, blushing slightly.

"Hm?"

"You know, going on that date tonight," Edward moaned as he was laid on the bed, where Roy immediately began to ravish his neck. "I mean, I don't know if you really want to—"

"Edo, I love spending time with you. Now shut up and let me continue." Edward didn't have time to protest, as his lips were covered with Roy's soft ones and his mouth was being explored by another one's tongue. He didn't complain and instead moaned, using his hands to grab Roy's shirt and pull it off from his body.

They were again interrupted, but this time by the phone. Edward groaned and pushed a very disappointed (and scowling, glaring and whatever angry facial expressions a person could make) Roy off of him and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey Edward! Jean here," the overly cheerful voice of Jean Havoc was something Edward did not want to hear right now. He wanted to hear Roy moan and scream his name—not Jean who wanted to ask whether or not he had talked to Russell. "So, have you talked to Russell yet?"

So predictable.

"No, not yet," Edward answered, rolling his eyes at the disappointed sigh. Jean was a nice guy, but overly enthusiastic when it came to Russell. Which was sweet, in a slightly disturbing and creepy way. "Look, I'll call him right now and ask him if he wants to go on a date with me, Roy, my brother and his wife. We'll make it a triple date!" Jean made a hesitant sound as he took a drag from his cigarette (Edward just knew he was smoking).

"Alright, that's cool. Call me if he says yes, okay? Is this date tonight or somethin'?"

"Yep, I'll call him right now," Roy groaned next to him, but Edward decided to ignore it.

"Okay, but—" Roy's patience had enough and he grabbed the phone from a startled Edward.

"Look buddy, I'm horny as hell and I'm about to get rid of that. You shut up and wait until Ed calls you back, if you do call, I swear to God I will set you on fire the next time we meet. Got it?" Roy didn't wait for a reply and instead slammed the phone down and smirking happily at Edward, before he continued ravishing him.

Edward made a mental note to teach Roy some manners.

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Three hours later, a very exhausted Edward picked up the phone and dialled Russell's number. Roy wasn't exactly too happy about having to go on a date (well, had it only been Edward and him, he would've been fine with it) along with Russell, but he had accepted it, after much pleading and smacking from Edward.

"Hey Russ," Edward said. "Listen, I was wondering—I know this really nice guy who wants to go on a date with you. Interested?" There was a brief pause.

"Ed, I don't know if I'm… ready. I'm still not exactly over you, you know," he said. Edward's face softened slightly.

"You don't have to go alone. I'll be going with Roy and Alphonse and Winry are coming too, I think they would love to see you again," Edward replied. Russell let out a soft chuckle.

"Do you know how ridiculous that sounds? I say I'm not over you and yet you want me to go on a double date with you and your boyfriend. That's even worse than being alone with the guy you're talking about—plus, I usually don't do double dates. They always end up horribly."

"Come on Russ, this guy really likes you! And he's nice. Don't pass up this chance just because you still like me. He's really nice and hey, I'll make a deal with you. If you don't like him or if you're not having fun on the date, just give me that sign we used to use in high school and we'll get out of it. 'Kay?" There was a short pause, followed by a sigh.

"Okay, but promise me I can leave whenever I want to."

"I swear to my new four-thousand dollar couch I will."

"And promise, that if you break your first promise, I may throw a whole bottle of wine over your new four-thousand dollar couch."

"I promise."

"Good, then it's a date." Edward grinned.

"Okay then, I'll see you tonight!"