Rating's gone up. xD Had to for the little scene down there, just so people don't think We're being lenient with ratings. It's not graphic, so We dunno if We should have kept it the same or not. We'll change it depending on reviewer's opinions.

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page two: lust despite squabbles

Fifteen minutes later found the pair of men sitting on a porch. It had glass instead of being screened, and heated, though it didn't really need to be heated. It was summer, after all, and it was oppressively hot. Therefore, they didn't have the heat on. Edward hesitated, about to open the notebook, but the whitehaired man waved his fork at him. "Keep going," he commanded rather officially. It brought a sad smile to Edward's lips. It was so reminiscent...

"Alright," he replied simply, opening it fully and beginning to read once more.

A year passed, and Ed and Roy began to have squabbles among themselves. They had nothing in common but one thing -- they were crazy about each other. At any time Ed might be in the middle of punching Roy in the face, but as soon as he withdrew his fist he'd end up tackling him and playing tonsil hockey. Roy was no better; he found the opportunity to throw in some mockery at Ed's height at any time, as Ed wasn't actually all that tall, but whenever the short alchemist's ears would flush in anger, Roy would take this opportunity to wrap his arms around his small boyfriend and positively ravish him. Not that Ed had any problem with that.

One night Roy decided to lead the blonde away, and they found themselves standing in front of a large house in the middle of the woods, near a lake. The place was entirely covered in ivy, and the door was locked only by a small padlock. Roy instantly produced a small bobby pin, which he shoved into the lock. Poking around with the bobby pin, he managed to get the lock to let go, and he simply dropped it. Ed stared. "Where'd you get that?" he asked, obviously stumped.

Roy looked back at him, smirking his usual smirk. "Rose," he replied. Rose, of course, was Roy's young niece, around the age of Ed himself. She was quite unaware of their love, and they planned on keeping it that way.

All Ed said, however, was "Oh." And he accepted it, following Roy into the dusty house. The place was truly a mess. The floor was entirely covered in dust, and the stairs were crooked. There was an empty frame standing on the mantle in the living room, above an empty fireplace. "So... What're we doing here?" asked Ed confusedly, watching as Roy lay down a large red blanket.

"What do you think we're doing?" shot back the older alchemist, grinning instead of his usual smug smirk this time. "Come on." With that, he removed the trenchcoat he'd been wearing, and let it drop.

Ed stared for a moment. What was Roy -- oh. He liked this idea.

It was like a game -- they'd each remove a single article of clothing to counter the other. Soon they were both down to boxers, and grinning like madmen. Ed nearly jumped the darkhaired man right then, but Roy held up a hand. "Boxers," he ordered, smirking. Ed nearly laughed, but stepped out of them anyway. Instead of dropping them, the boy tossed them at his companion's face. "Not fair!" whined Roy uncharacteristically.

"All's fair in love and war," quoted Edward, sniggering. "Your turn." Roy sighed in mock exasperation, but obliged. The blonde looked him over for a moment, then grinned. "Can I ravish you now?"

Roy's fake annoyance quickly turned to his usual smirk. "Only if I get to after," he replied, shrugging as if he weren't quite sure just what he was going to do. Ed, of course, knew better, and simply stepped across the blanket, grabbing Roy's arm and flopping back with the colonel in tow.

And so they lay for a while, occasionally shifting positions. It was nonstop movement nevertheless, no matter what. There wasn't much speaking. Occasionally names, occasionally just yells, whatever it was, they didn't quite care.

Finally, they were quite exhausted (they'd been going at it for hours) and were lying beside each other, lust replaced with sloth. Someone, however, came to bust up their little party. It was Maes Hughes, and he was frantic. "Roy!"

Roy sat up, blanket pooling around his legs. "Do you mind, Maes?"

Maes shook his head, obviously anxious about something. He threw his hand to the side in frustration. "Rose is looking for you! She's called up a search party and everything!"

This was a jolt, and both Ed and Roy began scrounging around for their clothing as fast as they could. They'd have to run back, of course...

The longhaired old man snapped the book shut, grinning. The other one looked at him, flabbergasted. "What happens next?" he asked frantically.

Edward allowed himself a secret smile. "I have to go to the doctor's downstairs for an appointment. I'll be back in fifteen minutes." He got up, and left, taking the notebook with him.

The once-blackhaired old man watched him go. Something was familiar about this small man fifteen years younger than him..

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THAR WE GO. :D Funfunfun!