"Huh... Oi, Roy, what's this?" Ed called out from the kitchen as he read the letter that sat on the very top of the trash in the bin.
"Oh, I didn't think you would want to go," Roy said as he walked in from the living room.
"Are you kidding? This sounds like fun! We have to go! Can we?"
"Of course, anything for you." Roy took his small lover by his waist and pulled him close against his body, breathing deeply into golden locks.
Later in the week...
"I'll make a deal with you, Roy. I bet that you won't be able to find me."
"You think so? What if I do?"
"Hmm...Then I will do anything you want me to do," the blond said with a purr and wink. "But if you can't fi-"
"Don't even say it, because I will find you and before nine o'clock."
"Alrighty, then we have a deal."
Two days later at 8:55...
"Damn, I think I was wrong...I can't see him anywhere! Well, he is so much smaller than everyone else here," the raven-haired man muttered under his breath as he scanned the crowd.
He stepped on the polished, marble floor where couples were dancing and doubled his efforts in finding his Edward.
'Too fat...Too tall...Way too tall...Extremely too tall...Breasts...Hmm, those were actually quite nice...Let's see...Oh! But this one is just right!'
Without a word, Roy grabbed his lover from behind and held him tightly, swaying back and forth with the music.
"Looks like you win," Ed said, glancing back.
"Looks that way. Nice mask."
Ed's hair was carefully pinned up and hidden underneath a black top hat and a virgin white mask with a black outline sat on the bridge of his nose and stretched across his eyes. He wore a long black robe and Roy wondered what, if anything, was under that robe.
Roy leaned his head forward, taking the blond's ear between his lips. A soft moan emitted from the very back of Ed's throat and Roy felt his dick twitch at the sound.
"Anything you want, Roy."
Luckily for them everyone at the masquerade was in high spirits thanks to the masked waiters walking around with trays of champagne. Using this to his advantage, Roy took Ed's hand in his own and pulled him away from the floor of masked dancers. He led his lover to the farthest corner of the grand room and opened a random door. A restroom.
As soon as they were both inside, Roy slammed the small blond against the door, his hand latching the lock to secure their privacy. His lips crashed down on Ed's in a passionate fury, their tongues immediately meeting to mimic the dance that was occurring just beyond the door.
"W-we shouldn't do this here...We could get caught," Ed said between kisses.
"So? We're masked. No one will know."
The raven-haired man brought his hands up to undo the clasp that held Ed's robe on his shoulders. Letting the black garment drop to the floor, Roy smirked as he found that Ed was as bare as the day he was born. Roy's hand took a firm grip on his lover's hardened length while his other hand threw the black top hat to the floor.
"Fuck me," Ed pleaded, breathless from the deep kisses and the sudden heat enveloping his cock.
Roy smiled, his black eyes hardly distinguishable from the black mask he wore. He took the blond by his arm and led him to the line of individual sinks.
The black-masked man bent the blond over the sink. They looked at each others hidden face through the mirror in front of them. Roy ran his fingers up and down Ed's spine while he unzipped his pants to let free his throbbing manhood.
He placed the tip of his dick at Ed's entrance and wondered whether he should prepare his lover first. He was about to do just that when Ed's quivering plea stopped him. Besides, Ed liked it rough.
"Please, just fuck me now."
Roy pushed himself forward inside the blond, savoring the cry that followed. He loved it when Ed cried out like that, when the intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain took him over.
He pushed himself as far as he could go, immediately hitting Ed's prostate. With a little pull back, he slammed himself back in, ramming himself against that all important sweet spot that made Ed's entire body quake with pleasure.
The raven-haired man pushed and pulled himself through the dark entrance, intently watching as Ed's back curved and his head went back in ecstasy. Through the mirror, he watched as Ed's face twisted with the intense pleasure that coursed through him. He could see the beads of sweat that trickled down the blond's cheek and his hot breath made the mirror before him fog up.
"Harder," the other alchemist requested and Roy was more than willing to comply, slamming himself with such force that he knew Ed's thighs would be bruised from hitting the front of sink over and over.
Desperate to hear that pain-pleasure cry, Roy ran the palm of his hand hard over Ed's ass. He smacked it until it was red with abuse, but every time he did so, he got to hear that cry. And every time he heard his lover cry out and beg for more, it brought him that much closer to his sweet release.
After several minutes spent in the exhilarating action, the black-masked man let himself go inside his lover. He laid on Ed's back, both of them breathless and savoring the intensity that danced all of their bodies.
"We should go," Roy said between heavy pants. He stepped back from Ed and helped him to his feet, holding him by his elbow until he regained his balance.
Once dressed, they unlocked the door and entered the crowd of dancers and party-goers as if nothing had happened. Little did they know, not even a minute after they had left, another man walked out of the restroom breathless and sweating.