So don't like this chapter. Anyway, all of the spelling and grammar errors in the dialogue is intentional.

The sun was dipping low in the sky, steadily becoming more intimate with the land it ruled over. Shadows were cast long and dark on the ground, stretched out like his exhausted mind felt.

Sighing, he placed his hand on the door knob and gave it a slow turn. He knew that once he was in the comforts of his home that everything would be splendid for the rest of the evening. The thought of sinking into a hot bath and later curling up under the covers with his little lover was a very nice thought to entertain. However, he had a batch of problems to deal with the moment he stepped through the doorway.

Roy was softly shutting the door, his back to the world inside, when the front collar of his shirt choked him and the air was driven from his lungs in a ragged exhale as he hit the hardwood floor. Stunned, he hardly noticed the tongue that had weaseled itself into his mouth and the hand that was groping his flaccid length through his pants. As his senses began to creep back into his possession, he realized that there was a bitter, yet very familiar, taste that had accompanied the wiggling tongue and painted his own. Alcohol.

He pushed the blond away, sucking in a great supply of the precious air he needed. Lips immediately tried to establish the lost connection, but Roy refused the contact, the lips taking up the skin of his jaw and neck instead. Ed was moving with speed, greed, and hunger all over his throat, the harsh touches making it hard to keep his chest from heaving and oxygen in his lungs.

"Edward," he said in a breathless groan as teeth nipped at his neck. He grabbed the blond by his shoulders and forced his head to rise for their gazes to meet.

Saliva ran down the younger alchemist's chin, and his eyes were narrowed and glazed. His acrid breath ran into Roy's nostrils, and the smell would have made him nauseous had he never encountered it before.

Roy wrenched his head back, getting an upside-down view of the living room to see a good dozen or so long-neck bottles littering the floor and coffee table. When he turned his gaze back to the blond and saw the raw hunger in his eyes, he immediately began to wonder what in store for him.

"I need to touching you, Roy-stang," the blond slurred as his right hand tried to sneak up the man's shirt, but Roy's hand grabbed his wrist to thwart the attempt, twisting Ed's face in confusion and disappointment.

"Ed, stop," he said sternly. "You're drunk. You don't know what you're doing."

"No, no, no, I am not drunje, and I do know what I'm a-doin'. Promise, I do," Edward protested, trying to jerk his hand out of his lover's grip. Frustrated that the man's grip would not lessen any, he said, "Rooooy, please! We need this. Lemme touch you. Lemme love you."

Ignoring the fingers around his wrist, Ed lowered his mouth back onto Roy's, laughing as he made a game of tracing Roy's lips with his wet tongue. A gasp of delight echoed in his throat as he was jerked backward and held at arms' length. "That's more like it!" he squealed, body invaded with the pulsing heat of desire.

Desperate to get back to Roy's soft lips, he pressed all of his weight forward in an attempt to bend the man's arms, but dammit, Roy was being annoyingly persistent in keeping him away; the older alchemist's joints remained as stiff as they were before his attempt at regaining the lovely mouth-to-mouth connection.

"Edward, you have to stop this. Now."

"I want you to fuck me," the blond said in a low, raspy voice, completely ignoring what the man was telling him.

Roy had heard that same plea many times before, but never had Ed spoken them under the cover of a hazy mind. He didn't want to do anything to the blond that he wouldn't be able to recall the following day. Although Ed was saying he wanted it, he felt he would be taking advantage of the one he loved if he were to do anything to his intoxicated body.

"I'm not going to fuck you, Ed."

"Yeah-huh," the younger alchemist said as he rocked his groin against Roy's in what may have been a persuasive manner. An unnecessarily loud moan fell off his parted lips, and his head tossed back as if he'd just experienced the greatest blessing of pleasure.

Unfortunately, Roy simply could not get a hold of his body as it took on a life of its own, reacting to Ed's thrusting hips. An almost smothering, yet incredibly delightful, heat fell upon his entire body, gathering the heaviest over his growing cock.

Ed must have felt the response of his lover's body against his own, for he stopped moving his hips. He stayed motionless for a few silent moments, a look of deep thought and concentration marking his face. Then, something brilliant must have sprung on him as a wide grin met his lips.

"I wanna taste you, m'sex pot," the blond purred, a slight growl rumbling in the back of his throat.

"You've had enough to taste tonight."

"But I haven't tasted Colonel Roy-stang in foooreeever. Please! You're a DDD."

"DDD?"

"Silly willy," Ed chuckled. "A Damn Delightful Drink. DDD."

"Okay," the raven-haired man said slowly, "you have definitely had too much to drink tonight. How did you even get alcohol anyway?"

"Shhh, it's a secret." He pressed his finger against his lips and winked.

Roy shook his head, gently pushing the blond back as he sat up. He sighed as he looked into his lover's araluent eyes, glazed and pounding with desire.

"Come on, lets get you to bed," he said softly, placing his hands under Ed's arms to begin lifting his small body.

"No, no, no," Ed protested. "I don't want to go to bed. I want to stay right here! I'm going to stay right here, and you will too!" With those words, Ed reached out his hand and cupped the man's firm length, giving it a quick squeeze.

"Ed," he gasped, his head tossing back as talented fingers worked into his pants to fondle him. Before he knew it, he was sitting pressed against the wall of the hallway with his pants open and erection visible.

A familiar wetness surrounded the tip of his velvety head. It dipped into the oozing slit, making his heart pound in his chest and body tremble. Ed worked his tongue and lips all over the tip of his cock and along the hard shaft, coating it with saliva.

"Yummy," the blond murmured, then expertly took his lover's entire length into his mouth until he felt it press against the back of his throat, producing the very known feeling of gagging. He didn't care, of course. Feeling the quivering dick press against the roof of his mouth and tongue and probing his throat was exciting. Exhilarating.

Ed set his fingers at the base of Roy's shaft as he removed some of his length from his mouth, instead teasing the sensitive skin with a wet, flickering tongue. He stroked and twisted the lower half of the man's dick. A low chuckle boiled in his throat at hearing his lover's delighted moans and feeling his hips press forward to coax more of him into his small mouth and hand.

"Is this good? You like?" he asked in a low voice, squeezing Roy's balls with his other hand and then lazily trailing his tongue over the tip, dripping with the tangible evidence of his pleasure.

"Edward," the raven-haired man moaned. "Ah, yes!" Feeling Ed's teeth nibble on him and fingers stroke him set his entire body alight with a flaming desire that seemed to burn his very soul.

The blond let out a series of low chuckles and whistling giggles as he heard the man moan loudly in response to what he was doing. Still laughing, he took his lover's erection half way into his mouth.

The vibrations from Ed's laughing cause something dark to swirl in the pits of his stomach. He could feel it buidling, growing inside him, steadily becoming more desperate for an escape. Roy cried out as a tidal wave of pleasure crashed upon him and he felt what had been pooling inside him make its escape.

A shaky sigh fell off his parted lips, and he watched with interest as Ed lapped up the white substance with his long tongue. He reached out his hand, patting the top of the blond's head.

"Will you go to bed now?" he asked, running his fingers through Ed's hair as he continued to eat up the sperm.

Ed gave something of a nod, and looked up at him only when he was satisfied with cleaning up Roy's cock. He gave a crooked smile and climbed to his feet, swaying slightly back and forth as he stood erect.

"Yeah," he said simply, but then he looked down at Roy with a look of worry. "Promise me you'll stay a DDD."

"I promise," Roy replied with an airy laugh.

"Good."

Ed staggered away and into the back of the house, soon filling the air with the sound of a door closing. After restoring his clothing, Roy rose and went to where Ed had gone; he felt he needed to make sure that the inebriated blond hadn't passed out on the floor or anything like that. Luckily, Ed had made it to the bed and was fast asleep on his back.

Roy smiled as he approached the dozing figure. He lifted Ed and set his own pillow on top of his to provide some elevation in case Ed's stomach gave out on him during the night. Once he set Ed back down, he left.

Head pounding with venegance, Ed opened his eyes. His fingers quickly began to rub at his temples and he groaned at the unrelenting, swelling pain in his head. He couldn't remember what he'd done to deserve such an agonizing betrayal from his body, but he could taste something bitter and stale on his tongue. There were two flavors floating in his mouth; one he was easily able to recognize as alcohol and the other...well, he just wasn't quite sure what it was.

"Roy?" he called out softly, though he received no reply. He looked about the bedroom, late morning light streaming in through the window. On the small bedside table, he found a small glass of water and two white pills. Desperate to put an end to the hammering in his skull, he snatched up the aspirin tablets and popped them in his mouth, drowning them with a large gulp of water.

After feeling it all hit the bottom of his stomach, he flung himself under the blanket and mentally begged the medicine to take immediate action. But as he lay under the dark cover, he realized what that second taste in his mouth was.

'I blew Roy last night,' he thought as dull memories from the night began to form in his head. He could remember the fresh taste of the man on his tongue and lips. So delicious and delightful. 'I think I might have to do that again some time soon...'

Not entirely too sure what the hell I was thinking when writing this chapter, but whatever -sigh-

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