Ah! I'm sooo sorry!! It's been entirely too long! D:

Anyway, I know I said in the last chapter that I would be adding this chapter (the threesome) and another for those who didn't want to read the threesome, but that didn't happen. This took way too long to write, but I worked really hard on it! Well, except for majority of the last half when I decided I just needed to update. This was a total bitch to write, and I highly doubt I'm ever going to write another threesome again! But on a good note, I do hope to have that second chapter up by the end of this week.

I would like to point out that some of this chapter is kinda like a three-year old wrote it and it's not very centered around Jean as it probably should be. Jean really doesn't do anything, really. I don't even think he has hardly any dialogue...But! I do find this chapter somewhat enjoyable and I hope you do too!

Okay, so enough of reading this! Get on with the fic!

Threesome: Jean Havoc, Roy Mustang, and our lovable Edo Elric. I do ask that for those of you who don't at all want to read the threesome to please give it a try. The beginning doesn't even have Jean in it and it has some good ol' RoyEd smex!

Okay, for realz this time. Read!! :D

"Hmmm, I love you," the blond murmured, eyes sliding to amber slits.

Roy replied with a soft kiss on his lover's even softer lips, trailing his gloved hand up a smooth arm until he found a lock of hair to twirl and twist between his fingers. A gentle breath of warm air tumbled past his lips to caress Edward's ear, giving birth to a rumbling moan at the phantom touch.

"Oh, Roy."

"Come on," the raven-haired man said softly, taking the blond by his hand to pull him off the large desk. The papers that had been captured under the small body seemed to sigh with relief through their new crinkles and creases.

Roy, dressed only in his jacket, threw himself down on the seat of his desk chair and pulled the naked blond on top of him, causing the chair to creak and groan with the sudden weight. Their lips immediately locked together as Ed settled himself comfortably across the man's lap. Their tongues met in an intense embrace, swirling and dancing around each other to nothing more than a pulse, saliva pooling in their mouths and escaping down their chins in a glistening trickle.

Two weeks earlier . . .

Edward rolled out of bed with a yawn, his hair unruly and eyelids heavy with sleep. Lazily scratching his hip, he walked down the hall toward the bathroom, but when something familiar met his ears, he abruptly changed course.

A moan crept from the crack in the nearby door, and he gently pushed it open to peek inside; smiling at the image before him, he stepped inside the study without so much as making a single noise.

Roy was sitting in front of the computer with his hand vigorously stroking his erect length; his head was pressed deep into the leather headrest of the chair as he looked down his nose through narrowed eyes at the flickering screen, low moans and whimpers coming through the speakers.

Curious, Ed stepped closer. His smile changed into a lopsided smirk as he saw what his lover was pleasing himself to.

"Three men, huh?"

"Ah! Ed!"

Startled, Roy fell out of the chair, hitting the carpeted floor with a soft thud. His face was red with a mix of pleasure and embarrassment, perhaps even shame. In a blur of movement, the raven-haired man quickly exited out of the website he was on in hopes his young lover hadn't seen what he was looking at. Of course, he knew from the way Ed's lips were pulled to one side . . .

"It wasn't what it looked like," Roy said quickly, frantically waving his hands in front of him, his erection still peeping out from the slit in his pajama bottoms.

Ed chuckled as he knelt in front of the flustered man and tightly grabbed his pulsing dick. "He begs to differ. Does a threesome intrigue you, Roy?"

"Mhmm," he answered, voice shuddering with short breaths. A soft whimper of neglected lust emanated from the back of his throat when his erection was released from his lover's grasp. Eyes locked on the blond's every movement, he watched as Ed licked away the glistening pre-cum on his palm and began to desperately wish that perfect tongue elsewhere.

"Do you want to have a threesome?"

"Yes."

"How badly?"

"Very," Roy replied in a strained voice. He knew that if he wanted all of what Ed was teasing him with, then he would let Edward hear what he wanted to hear. Simple, honest answers.

Edward smiled as he leaned forward, briefly pressing his lips against Roy's as his hand trailed downward to take his lover's length back into his palm, immediately proceeding to stroke and caress the impressive organ.

"Okay," the blond whispered, though he knew that his possessive lover would come to regret the desire if they ever shared their intimacy with another.

Lowering his pink lips to the velvety head of Roy's cock, he said in a low voice, "But for now, let me help you with this." Still smiling, Ed blew a puff of warm breath against the glistening tip, making him squirm with delight when he heard Roy's deep moan of ecstasy.

"Fuck yes," Edward groaned as he lowered himself fully down on his lover's cock. A symphony of moans and grunts echoed in his throat as he raised himself up and back down. Feeling Roy's thick length inching inside him made him shake as hot waves of pleasure crashed upon his body. He'd come to Roy's office unbearably horny, his body desperate for the man's touch and warm breath brushing his flesh.

Their mouths connected and the raven-haired man gladly swallowed his lover's every sound, his long fingers greedily fondling the blond's erection as their tongues caressed. Roy could make out just about every captured curse that vibrated in his mouth from Edward's, making him smile into the kiss. He would normally be giving out the same intense responses as Ed, but for some reason he just wasn't feeling the extreme heat of it all, whereas Edward was drowning in boiling pleasure.

The chair cried in agitated protest as Edward bounced up and down on the man's full length. Catching the high-pitched squeak, Ed slowed his rhythm for fear that the chair would give out, leaving them aching on the hard floor. That would most certainly put a damper on the mood, and he felt he would die if every part of his desires were not satisfied.

Ed pulled his lips from his lover's as he slowed, his insides trembling as he was better able feel Roy move through him one way then the other. He pressed their foreheads together, expelling his shallow breaths against his lover's nose and feeling the same short puffs against his chin. A moan tingled in his throat as Roy sunk his thumb into the slit of his dick, making him coil his fingers tightly in the forest of silky black.

A pulsating heat conquered him as the simple touch was repeated and he jerked in response, bringing his pace up to what it had been before. He slammed his body down on Roy's, rising up only to fall again. Relentlessly fast, he worked, making Roy grip his slender hips to guide him. If the chair broke, they'd just fuck on the floor.

They were both taken over by something deep within them, like rabid beasts at last released from captivity. Incoherent words mixed with deep grunts and raw moans as fingers clawed at both flesh and fabric. They worked together in a rough rhythm, undefined and crude yet there to serve its short purpose.

Edward could feel himself getting closer and closer to the promised end, his nails tearing at the back of Roy's neck and his other hand almost ripping out sweat-dampened hair. Beads of salty liquid trickled down his cheek as he let his voice of pleasure fly from his lips to drift endlessly in the air. He looked into Roy's eyes as he panted and swayed and saw the pounding lust that swirled in the deep black, making him recall how those same eyes had been dull and boring at first, even uninterested.

Their gazed stayed together until Ed saw his lover's dark eyes shift to look past him at something in the distance. He saw Roy's eyes widen in shock as he stared off, and Ed casually looked back as he slowly pushed himself down on the man.

Time. Froze.

Looking back at them, paper pooled at his feet, was Jean Havoc, his eyes and mouth wide, cigarette threatening to fall from his parted lips and ignite the papers below.

For the longest time they simply stared at each other. No words were spoken. No one moved. And quite possibly, no one thought of anything. Well...except for Edward, whose mind was always running through a marathon of images and scenarios.

Ed turned his attention back to Roy after some time spent in the loud silence. He smiled as he pressed his lips against the man's, easily slipping his wet tongue inside for a brief second. Satisfied with the kiss, he broke away and then began to remove himself completely from the man, sliding off his glistening dick.

Once standing on trembling legs, he turned back to Jean, who was still paralyzed at the closed door. A mischievous smile, one he was quite well-known for owning, met his lips as he stepped forward, beginning the short journey across Roy's office.

Now, some people knew Jean Havoc, and some people didn't know him at all. Roy and Ed both knew the man. And Ed was using this knowledge to his advantage: Havoc wasn't gay, but everyone who knew him also knew he wasn't completely straight either. In addition to that little tidbit, those who knew him well knew that the man was also very experimental with both sexes. Edward, curious as he was, wanted to know just how experimental the smoker was.

More than that, and this was something only he would know, Ed wanted to compare the two men on a physical standpoint; he really wanted to know, to put it bluntly, who could fuck him better. Of course, if the winner of this new game happened to be Havoc, he wouldn't leave Roy. But the added bonus of the game was that Roy wouldn't know until much later that he wouldn't be replaced. No, Roy would still be his to love and love in return - he just wouldn't know that.

Edward's smile widened upon this clever thought, and by this time he was only a few feet away from the unknowing participant of his game.

Now close enough to touch, he took Jean's cigarette from his lips and turned the orange filter against his own to take a single puff, exhaling the acrid smoke in the air. Carelessly, he let the white stick fall to the hard floor and replaced it with Jean's hand to coax him away from the pool of papers, which were probably all begging for Roy's signature. His fingers brushed over every knuckle as he led the way, soon stopping in the center of the room, the cigarette smashed to the floor from Jean's boot.

"You can play with us," Ed said in a low whisper as he took Jean's hand to his lips, "if you want."

Ed could feel his lover's eyes on his back, watching him with the utmost of interest and curiosity, thus pressing him to make Jean his top priority. As he ran his tongue over each finger, gently biting the creased flesh at each joint, he wondered what expression his lover was wearing. Was Roy jealous that he was treating this man with such passion and intimacy? Or was Roy enoying the show? More than that, was Jean enjoying it? Did Jean even want a wet tongue and soft lips pressed against his flesh?

Trying to understand how willing Jean was to accept the offer, his eyes ventured up to meet the man's as he took an index in his mouth. Oh, Jean Havoc looked very interested indeed, and it wasn't just in his eyes. Ed only needed to glance downward once to find how hard the man was, and a warm touch of pride enveloped him as he realized just how talented he was with his mouth.

"Will you let me satisfy you, Jean?" he asked lustily as he let the saliva-coated hand fall back where it belonged. He looked into Havoc's eyes and saw the crude mix of desire and uncertainty swirling there, reminding Ed of a child wanting the hot, chewy cookie on the plate but knowing he should not. Of course, the child always ended up with chocolate on the corners of his mouth and crumbs on his shirt.

Jean nodded.

The youngest of the trio glanced behind him at Roy to tease him with a smile as he eased himself to his knees, his fingers blindly working to pull Jean's pants down. When he looked back at what was before him, he heard movement from behind him and footsteps approaching a few moments later.

Only when Roy came into his peripheral vision did he take Jean's hard cock between his lips, a soft moan immediately set free to dance with the air as he tightened his throat and wiggled his tongue.

The game was officially started, and Ed smirked as he sucked Jean's length, which wasn't nearly as impressive as Roy's.

Roy: 1. Jean: 0.

Edward looked up as he ran his long tongue along the thick, blue vein that ran under the shaft to watch as Roy began stripping away Jean's jacket and undershirt from behind, all the while adding kisses and lashes of his tongue along the back of the man's neck. He saw that Havoc's face was twisted with pleasure with his head tossed back slightly and eyes tightly shut, and he thought for one short second that he could see the moans and short breaths tumbling out of Jean's mouth.

Again that warm touch of pride clasped his heart, but that warmth ignited into a blazing fire when fingers grabbed his hair like gold reins and pulsing flesh attacked the back of his throat in a barbaric mouth-fuck.

Animalistic sounds, all in Jean's voice, filled the air, making Roy smile as he carelessly kissed along the man's exposed neck and shoulders. The throaty sounds increased in volume and intensity as he trailed his fingers down the center of Havoc's front, stopping to play in the thicket of dark pubic hair at the base of his shaft, which was busy inside his Edward's mouth.

With so much sensation against his body, Roy realized how close his subordinate was to releasing himself, and he bit back a howl of laughter when he happened to see the coiling confusion and frustration suddenly seize Havoc's features.

"It's okay," he whispered in a rumbling voice, bringing his fingers up to pinch a nipple, "to let go. He swallows."

The moment those words of reassurance met his ears, his stomach tightened and a shuttering gasp escaped his lips as he shot his hot load into the blond's mouth. Eyes slitted, he watched Edward clean his limp dick, lapping up every bit of the white sin with his tongue. Damn that fucking tongue. He'd never met anyone with such oral expertise as that (and one who swallows, no less!), and the only thought that crossed his mind was the simple pondering question of how often Edward used that tongue on his dark eyed lover. An image worked itself in his head and he felt his wet length twitch with excitement and potential life.

'He's yummy,' Ed thought as he ran his tongue one last time over the slit, feeling it pulse against his lips. As he pulled away, he smacked his lips and decided that although Roy and Jean tasted relatively the same, Jean had an almost sweet flavor. A desirable and very addicting taste.

Roy: 1. Jean: 1.

"Isn't he marvelous?" Roy asked, deeply breathing in the scent of Havoc's hair. Vanilla. "You can touch him."

Both men gazed down at the blond, who was still on his knees and looking up at them, gold eyes flickering from black to blue. Ed could see the intrigue and lust in the black and the uncertainty in the blue. It was obvious to Ed that Jean wasn't sure what to make of the situation, and he was sure that Roy was the reason why. If Jean touched him, then he would be touching another man's property and that man happened to be very intimidating. However, Jean had already walked--no, he had fucking ran!--across Roy's territory, so why did he look so uncertain? Maybe he just needed a bit of reassurance...

"You can touch me, Jean," the blond said to confirm Roy's words. "You can touch me anywhere you want."

"Here," Roy said as he placed his hand on the blond's shoulder and urged him to bow until his chest touched the floor. He then took Jean's hand and led it over Edward's back to trail on subtle hills of bone.

With both men out of his view, Ed's entire body twitched in anticipation as the hands split from each other and went in their own direction, one to cup his shoulder while the other took a more adventurous route. Whose hands were where?

Fingertips ghosted down his spine, briefly stopping at the beginning of the natural indent of flesh before slipping into the moist darkness of his ass. A low groan vibrated in his throat as he felt the man brush against his puckered entrance, which pulsed in response.

The other hand had long left his shoulder to play along the front of his throat, the back of it touching the floor due to the confined space. It ran repeatedly over the masculine bulge in the very center, giving him the most peculiar feeling, almost as if he could leave his body at any moment. Such a strange feeling. However, this tickling sensation was not unknown to him, and it told him that it was Roy's hand at his throat and Jean was the one tracing the rippled flesh.

His eyes fluttered shut as he felt two of Jean's fingers venture inside him. Apparently Jean knew that he didn't have to start small with only one. The long digits pushed deep in his body, immediately pressing against that wonderful thing inside him. A hitched moan of approval brushed the floor as the spot was probed by Jean's fingertips with a child-like interest.

"He can take more than that," Roy said, voice lined with something close to pride, his fingers leaving Ed's throat.

"Fuck," the blond muttered as a third finger, Roy's finger, was pushed inside him to ride on top of Jean's in a pyramid formation.

The rhythm that was created was insanely strange but more than satisfying. Jean's fingers worked against Roy's, going out as Roy's went in and vice versa. Roy's one fingers, however, happened to be in a better spot than both of Jean's; it had his prostate as its sole target, and although Jean was touching it too, Roy was touching it in a much more pleasurable spot, which made Ed immediately think that Roy knew his body, a man's body, more than Jean did.

Roy: 2. Jean: 1.

Edward was known to be something of a troublemaker (unintentionally, he claims) and a very mischievous and sly person, and even when locked in the chains of intimacy this could be held as the truth.

"Oh, Jean! Yes!" he moaned, his words clipped as his breathing went shallow. He made sure to say only Jean's name, which was very hard since he was accustomed to saying his lover's name, not to mention that Roy was the one who was really making him quake with pleasure. But regardless, he knew exactly what he was doing, and he told himself that this was no longer just a game but also a test for his Roy.

A small whimper of disappointment came off his lips as the three fingers detached themselves from his body, leaving him with a void that was desperate to be filled again. He turned his head as far down as he could to take a glance at Jean moving behind, Roy simply kneeling beside him and watching too.

Hands embraced his sides and a smirk took over his mouth as he felt Jean's second erection touch his body. What he did when that throbbing staff of flesh was thrust inside him was very important to the game and more important to the test.

His hands clenched tightly together and his eyes screwed shut as he called out the man's name with feigned intensity and passion. Of course, Jean was nothing compared to Roy in this area; that much was confirmed the moment Jean began to rock his hips, moving himself in and out of the dark tunnel with a rapid pace. Nonetheless, Edward forced himself to call out Jean's name.

'I don't...I don't like this. Why the fuck is this happening? He sounds like he enjoys that bastard more than me!' Roy thought as he studied his lover's face, his teeth clamped down on his bottom lip. The sudden sense of resentment, and even bitter jealousy, toward Jean was understandable, he decided. If Jean had to listen to another man's name come off his own lover's lips, then wouldn't he be feeling the same? Of course he would! After all, men were such possessive creatures.

When Roy heard Jean's name again, he decided he'd had enough.

The raven-haired man crawled away from his spot and made his way to Ed's head. He spread his legs far apart, each long limb traveling down the blond's side. But Edward hadn't noticed his presence, nor what he was there for.

Slightly aggitated with blond, who was still calling out the smoker's name, Roy grabbed a handful of bright hair and forced Ed's head up. If Roy could keep his small lover's big mouth busy, then he would no longer have to hear anything but throaty grunts and groans.

Edward fell silent as he looked into his lover's dark, narrowed eyes. A small flinch met him as Roy pulled at his hair in a single jerk, and he immediately awarded the older alchemist another point. Ed did like it rough.

Roy: 3. Jean: 1.

Roy pressed down with his hands to force Edward's head to lower. His head tossed back as a warm wetness enveloped his throbbing cock. And since Ed was being pounded by Jean, his small body rocked back and forth for his lips to effortlessly work along his length.

Not only would he no longer have to hear Jean's name, he was also being pleasured in the process. It was winning with double the benefits.

However, and damn that however, the victory didn't last long as vibrations began to coat his length from the blond's moans of pleasure. This, Roy did not like at all. And he lost pleasure in Edward's talented tongue and hard teeth and soft lips. All he found he could do was glare at Jean Havoc with eyes of malice.

Ed glanced up at the raven-haired man and instantly knew his plan was working. He just hoped as he dug his fingers into Roy's thighs for support that Havoc wouldn't end up dead or have the shit beaten out of him.

About two minutes into the fuck, Ed began to wish Jean would hurry up. Jean was probably amazing to someone who had never had someone with Roy's experience, but to Ed, Jean was very boring.

Roy: 4. Jean: 1.

And then...it happened!

Jean pulled out of the blond to shoot his thick seed all over his lower back. He pumped himself, urging every last ounce of the white substance on Ed's flesh. And while he did this he listened to the young alchemist moan, his voice muffled against his superior's cock. It brought him an immense since of satisfaction, and he knew that he'd just given the blond the best sex of his life, ten times better than Roy could have done!

He moved to the side, chest heaving as he fought to regain control of his lungs. Interested, he watched as Edward sucked off the raven-haired man. Watched as the blond ran his tongue over Roy's long, glistening manhood. He wanted that same tongue back against his own dick again. He wanted Edward for himself.

Havoc continued to watch the two, his hand traveling down to stroke himself. He'd never been so turned-on by one person before in his life! Just watching Edward, watching how his back curved and his gold eyes flickered open every now and then, was enough to fill him again with dark, sinful desires.

But he let go of his growing length once he saw Roy release himself in the blond's mouth. Hesitantly, for he wanted to continue, he rose to his feet and walked over to his clothes to proceed dressing himself while Ed ate up all of Roy.

He was about to leave when a voice from behind stopped him: "Jean!"

The smoker turned to see Ed approaching him and Roy in the background slidding on his pants.

"It was fun," the blond said, then raised himself up on his toes to plant a small kiss on the man's cheek.

This didn't go unnoticed by Roy, and his entire body tensed.

Jean Havoc simply nodded, turned once more, then left, quickly shutting the door behind him.

Edward Elric simply looked at the door, his back to Roy as he mentally congratulated him on his victory.

Roy Mustang simply grabbed the blond and turned him, pressing him against the wall and immediately locking their lips.

"I love you," he said as soon as they broke away. "I love you."

Ed smiled. The game, the test, had worked. Now Roy appreciated their relationship, their relationship of two.

"I love you too, Roy," the blond replied softly. "Always you and only you."

Roy kissed him again, a deep and meaningful kiss that was lined with true passion.

"Colonel, excuse me, but have you been smoking?"

"No, of course not," Roy replied, looking up from his paperwork with evident confusion.

"Then what's this?" Hawkeye asked as she picked up a cigarette butt from the floor, which was scarred black with soot from yesterday's encounter.

For once, Roy had no clue how to reply.

Sorry Jean, but ya lose! Muwhaha! Anyway, I thought to the concept was nice. Edo teaching Roy to appreciate their relationship, that they're together and whatnot. -shrug- I'unno. I do think it could have been better through some parts...okay, a lot of the parts... o.o Heh.

Aaaanyways, I did happen to notice that this fic broke 200 reviews. I'm very happy about that, despite not understanding how in the world that happened (definitely don't understand why people are reading this fic when there are better out there, but whateva). But not only did it break 200 reviews, but it did it in less than 25 chapters, which was the goal we'd set not too long ago. Thanks so much for making that happen!!! :D

So, I'm sorry that this took so long to update and I'm sorry if it's not what was expected, but I really did try!