-dramatization- Tragic news: At 2:56 p.m. today, a train bound north tragically derailed, leaving a trail of destruction and mayhem. Naughty thoughts, provocative images, and invigorating scenes have been scattered in all directions, having been thrown from the train upon impact. There is no news on when the mess will be cleaned up, but there is report of a special team trying to access the derailed train; however, due to a recent volcano eruption, lava has blocked their path. It was a sad day. A tragic day. But all we can do is watch from afar and hope for the best.

By the way, that newsflash means that I've run out of ideas and my imagination has kicked the bucket :( But hopefully, this is temporary.

Anyway, Roy is sort of uke-ish in this one, not totally...just sort of, and he's kind of a baby too, not totally...just kind of. Haha. Also, this chapter is soooo boring in my opinion.

Ah, well. Enjoy!

With feet made of lead, he walked in the bedroom. He groaned as he reached the foot of the bed, then simply fell forward, falling on the plush surface. A small mound blocked his view and he lazily placed his hand on the dressed hill. The foot moved under his hand as the bed groaned from the movement of the occupant.

"Roy, is something wrong?" the blond asked, sitting up to look down at his seemingly miserable lover. Ed smiled softly as his eyes scanned over the man's bare back, slightly red from the hot shower he had just taken.

The raven-haired man simply let out another low groan as he gently squeezed the small foot his hand rested upon.

"Uh, Roy?"

Another groan and squeeze.

Ed sent his hand off to travel through the jungle of damp hair, black as a moonless midnight and as smooth as the finest of silk. His lover looked up at him with a deep sigh and swirling misery in his eyes.

"Roy, tell me what's wrong." Ed ran his fingers through the mess of hair in a soothing manner, causing the smell of honey and milk to waft through the air.

"I hurt," came the simple reply, accompanied by a small frown.

"Where?"

"My back. I fell going up the steps to work this morning and it's been bothering me ever since. I think I pulled something."

"You fell going up the stairs?"

"It happens," Roy muttered. Majority of people fell going down the stairs, not up them.

"Why didn't you tell me this when you came home?"

"You didn't give me a chance."

"I asked you how your day was," Ed protested. "That probably would have been your best chance to say, 'Oh, I got hurt at work today, Edo.'"

"Yeah, I guess..."

"Well, does it hurt a lot?" the blond asked, stroking the man's smooth cheek with the back of his hand.

"Unbearably so. Fix me, Ed!"

"Fix you?"

"Please, I'm dying! Do something!"

Ed laughed lightly at his lover's child-like demeanor. He ran his fingers through the dark forest of hair before walking the first two digits down his neck to follow the trail of hidden bone.

"Tell me where it hurts," he cooed, his fingers venturing off the rising and dipping trail.

Roy was silent until Ed's fingers found themselves on the lower, right side of his back. "There!" he said urgently, feeling the pressure begin to build in his back as his lover's fingers pressed slightly on the damaged spot.

"Wow, that's quite a knot you've got there," Ed remarked; he immediately understood Roy's pain as he felt the twisted muscle under his fingers, knowing full well that he would be acting as Roy was if this had happened to him. "Do you want me to make it all better, Roy?" he asked in a low voice.

The raven-haired man whimpered in reply, sending a sympathetic frown to find home on Ed's face.

After a bit of maneuvering to get in place, Ed lowered his lips to the spot to bless it with a soft kiss, like a mother would do for her child's scraped knee or cat-scratched cheek. He caressed the knot between his lips in long, gentle pecks as his fingers trailed up and down his lover's spine, teasing the small hairs that resided there to stand up. Roy's skin was still unusually warm from the hot shower he had taken, most likely in hopes to relieve the pain, and Ed reveled in the sensation it created against his lips and fingertips.

He decided to start trying to work the knot out as he stuck out his tongue and dug the wet muscle into the skin, swirling it this way and that. Ed carried his fingers to the spot to work in unison with his mouth, occasionally licking his nails as his fingers made small circles around the abused spot.

Roy's fingers tightened around the bedsheets as the blond dug his fingers in the spot, sending a flame up his body to ignite every nerve. His breath caught itself in his throat at the burning sensation. He made a mental note then and there to make sure his shoes were securely tied the next time he went walking up stairs.

The old alchemist let out a pained whimper as his lover's finger's pressed a bit too hard against the knot in his back. He felt Ed immediately back off at the sound, his touch going to something a bit more gentle elsewhere.

Once Ed heard that pitiful sound, he left the spot altogether. He trailed his hands up to his lover's slender neck for his thumbs to play there as his fingers and palms soothingly pinched his shoulders. Roy's body relaxed, appearing to melt into the mattress at the satisfying touches, and Ed smiled to himself for what he'd done.

As he worked his lover's neck and shoulders, an honest moan ran past the man's lips, making Ed's smile widen to create a large grin of self-satisfaction. He didn't think he was that good at giving massages, and it made him wonder just how big of a response he could get out of the raven-haired man.

With his mind sprinting with thoughts and images that would surely make a sailor blush, he trailed his hands down. They went down, down, down until he felt the intrusion of fabric under his palms. Using all the time in the world, Ed tugged on his lover's blue pajama pants, slowly bringing them down to expose more skin for his adventurous fingers to explore.

He knew that he really wouldn't be able to get rid of the painful knot on Roy's back, that it was something that would have to work itself out, but he did know that he could most likely cover that painful with pleasure . . .

A sly smile crossed his face and a very familiar emotion twinkled in his eyes as he eased his lips back down to his lover's body, eager to touch the newly-visible skin. He kissed the natural dip of Roy's back, his fingers squeezing the firm cheeks. As he released his tongue from the cage of his mouth to venture into the dark canyon, he realized that this was something entirely new for both of them.

He spread Roy's cheeks apart, vanquishing the darkness to some degree. He watched as the man's flowering entrance twitched in anticipation, not knowing what was to come or what he would feel at any moment. Ed smiled, eyes sliding shut as he traced the rippled hole with his tongue. The sound of Roy's hitched breathing filled the air the moment the wet muscle made contact with the lewd part.

A dark flavor exploded on his taste buds, but it wasn't as bad as he had originally thought. No, it wasn't that bad at all, but perhaps that was because Roy was fresh from the shower and Ed knew that his dark-eyed lover was a very thorough person when it came to hygiene.

Roy moaned loudly, grateful for the burst of pleasure, as he felt his lover's expert tongue circle him and his hot breath brush against his tight entrance. The wet tongue flickered over every ripple of skin, occasionally slipping inside him in a somewhat teasing manner. He had never been too keen on seeking pleasure there for himself, but this was quickly changing his mind on the matter. The way Ed worked his tongue against his body was absolutely exhilarating, and he found himself desperate to know the true extent of Ed's abilities with the strong muscle.

A strand of saliva broke from his lips as he pulled away from the spot to elsewhere on his lover's body. He was quickly able to find what he knew would really make Roy forget about his pain.

Ed settled his moist lips on the mass of skin, sucking gently. Oh, yes, his name tumbled from Roy's lips as he sucked on the skin, pinching a small bit between his lips.

The blond's tongue worked as whip as it darted out over the sensitive skin, causing moans to fly off his lover's lips. He knew Roy's body about as well as he knew his own, so he knew that Roy was particularly sensitive when it came to his scrotum.

He worked the spot, attacking it with a combination of lips, tongue, and teeth. A smile spread on his face as the raven-haired man's pleasure announced itself over and over, clearly telling Ed that he felt no pain at all, just pure pleasure.

As his mouth played with Roy's hot balls, his fingers trailed upward to place invisible circles along random spots of skin in a phantom manner. The taste of his lover was thick of in his tongue and from his hurried moans, Ed knew that there would soon be an addition to the thickness.

Ed's feathering touches danced back down to play on the underside of the man's long cock, stumbling over the protruding blue vein that conquered the entire bottom his shaft.

Roy's breathing was quick and erratic, coming forth in short bursts. He was getting close, very close to a satisfied end. Damn, how was Ed so good at this? A single thought formed in his mind: He was so inadequate compared to the blond now. Roy had a sudden, and very out of place, feeling that he had never and could never please his young lover as was being done to him now.

As his mind decided to think more on it, his body did what it was built to do and his seed shot from his length, settling on the bedsheet. He sighed with a grateful relief, his thoughts disappearing from his mind so that he could better savor the feeling that pounded throughout his entire being.

Smiling, Ed dipped his fingers into the white substance. He brought his coated fingers to his lips, thoroughly cleaning them with his long tongue. So many flavors danced on his taste buds, creating a rather unique taste. With that task done, he gently pulled Roy's pants back up and rolled onto his back next to him.

"How's your back?" he asked absently once Roy's breathing went steady.

Roy turned on his side to face his lover, but Ed saw him bite down on his bottom lip.

"Well, it was perfectly fine until I moved," older alchemist grimaced.

"Guess I can't make a living repairing things," Ed remarked, recalling on Roy's "Fix me!" plea.

"Nope, I don't recommend it, but this is where you need to be anyway. You don't understand how fucking amazing you are," Roy said in a low purr.

"Ah, I love you too."

I have a broken creative spark plug or something. -sigh-

But I think setting a goal for this fic will push me to fix my broken imagination. We're going for a goal of 25 chapters and 200 reviews, but I don't know when the deadline for this goal should be...

Anyways, here's what I know will be coming up:
-Drunk Ed
-Master/Slave, Student/Teacher, Maid/Owner (one of these or all of these; not sure yet)
-Threesome (this chapter will be marked as such in the beginning for those of you who don't want to read it)
-Bondage (most likely in the shower)
-Whips (or something to cause pain for a bit of really rough and kinky sex :3)

And I fold...

I'm fairly certain there are a few that I'm missing, but it's 1 in the morning and my mind went night-night like thirty minutes ago.

Any ideas, any at all, feel free to throw them out there! You lovely readers and reviewers are what will keep this fic going and hopefully reach that goal! Thanks for everything so far, I mean it! :)