Total suckage :/ -sigh- It's boring as hell and lacking greatly. Not that well written and probably has a million awkward and oddly worded sentences. Details a joke, and dialogue is just plain weird. -sigh-

"Shit," he muttered as he jiggled the knob, the cold brass radiating a particular cruelness against his palm. The door was locked, and he didn't have the key.

Sighing, Roy left the porch and made his way around the house, the fragrant smell of his lover's flowerbeds meeting his nostrils. His black eyes rested upon the bright blooms, all brimming with young life, and he smiled as he gently tore one from its stem. Dark red carnation. As beautiful as his Edward.

Twirling the flower against his nose, he stepped onto the back porch, and his smile widened as he saw the blond at the glass door, a rag in one hand and a bottle of cleaner in the other. Roy stepped up to the glass, holding the flower out for Ed to admire.

Gold eyes flickered up from the scarlet bloom to meet his, a soft smile playing on his lips. The rag in the blond's right hand dropped to the floor, the cleaner following it. He pressed his palms against the glass, his eyes sliding shut as he then pressed his lips against the cold surface.

Roy smiled as he placed his own hands against the glass. Touched him. Smiled as he placed his lips where Edward's were. Kissed him.

He could feel the blond's warmth fighting desperately through the cold to meet him, and the warmth was winning. The glass fogged as he breathed heavily against it. Smudged as he trailed his fingertips up and down its smooth body. All the same actions mimicked on the other side. It was a fierce battle of two walls of fire fighting against a glacier, beating it back until there was nothing left.

Then, the glass door slid open at the blond's hand and Roy crashed into him, throwing them both to the floor. Their lips met, bruising against each other. Their limbs tangled tightly together, desperate to become forever entwined. Their tongues pressed together, and then the moment, blessed with intensity and passion, disappeared.

"Ack!"

An ugly grimace twisted Roy's face as he jerked away, his entire mouth bitter and odd.

"Definitely wasn't thought out," Ed muttered as he rubbed his lips against his bare arm. "This tastes so bad!"

"C'mon, I bet a glass of water will clear that right up."

"Remind me to never make-out with a freshly-cleaned window ever again," the blond said as Roy helped him to his feet.

Once in the kitchen, Roy pulled a tall glass from the cupboard and filled it with cold water from the tap. Ed gratefully took it from him and began to gulp it down, soon handing it back to the older alchemist to fill again.

"If it tasted so bad, then why didn't you stop sooner?" Roy asked, voice bright with amusement. The taste in his mouth was already fading away, washed out by a pool of hot saliva. After all, just watching Ed doing something so simple as taking a drink was enough to get his mouth watering.

After drinking half of the second glass, Ed replied, "Well, it was too new to just stop."

"New?"

"Have we ever fooled around through a glass door before? Don't think so; therefore, that makes it new."

"Point taken. But what were you doing cleaning?"

"Is there a problem with that?" Ed countered as he set the empty glass on the counter.

"No, of course not! It's just not like you to clean without being told to do so."

"What's that supposed to mean? I'm not your friggin' maid. I don't need to be told when to clean or how or what."

Without replying to his lover's rant, Roy sighed softly as he walked to the entryway of the kitchen, looking into the living room at the open door. He studied it for a few seconds, amazed by how their bodies overlapped in the glass. He could see where their hands had been. Their lips and tongues. It really was something that shouldn't have stopped, and Roy knew exactly where he would be had the taste of cleaner not taken over his taste buds. He would still be on the floor, his body joined seamlessly with the blond's.

Another sigh fell off his lips at the loss, but that feeling of defeat left him the moment he realized what he could make Ed into.

"Edward," he said, "clean that door again. It looks bad all smudged like that."

That was all he said. He didn't look back at the young alchemist or wait for a reply; he just left, disappeared down the hall.

Biting his bottom lip, enraged, Ed went after him, but he froze when his eyes settled on the glass door. It did look bad, he decided, so he went to where he'd dropped the rag and cleaner and took them back into his hands, his anger fading away.

As he sprayed the door with the blue liquid, the corners of his mouth pulled upward in a small smile. He knew then what thoughts were running through his lover's mind, and he imagined that Roy was on the bed or in the bathroom pleasing himself with the new ideas and images.

Chasing away the smudges with the damp rag, Ed knew he would have to make Roy's fantasy a reality.

A few days spent in careful preparations went by. He had to have all the right things, and finding and buying those things took up quite a bit of time, not to mention money. But he knew that it would all be worth it in the end.

With a soft sigh of exhaustion, Roy turned the knob and stepped inside the house. It was unusually warm, and he immediately began peeling off his military jacket. Letting the heavy fabric hang in his hand, he looked around, expecting Ed to be there; usually, Ed would be waiting for him by the door or would come running up to tackle him with a hug and string of passionate kisses. But there was no little blond in sight.

"Edward, I'm home," he called, his voice piercing the still air. "Ed?"

As he placed his blue jacket on the brass coat hanger, his gaze caught in the dark corner near the door, the fine hairs on the back of his neck pricked up. It was brought on by that unsettling feeling of being watched, of someone else's sudden presence.

Of course, he knew the person behind him could be only one person, so he was hardly surprised to see his Edward standing only a few feet from him. Hardly surprised?

His mouth opened, but no sound passed his lips. He felt his throat suddenly grow dry as a peculiar warmth ghosted over his entire being, even seeping deep into his soul. He knew this feeling, knew it well.

"Master, I'm so glad you're home," the blond said, pinching the sides of his skirt to curtsy. Gold ringlets, rolling and full, bounced along his slender neck and rosy cheeks as he bowed and rose again. It seemed that Edward's hair was just as unruly as he truly was; there was a metal clasp where majority of the wheat locks were prisoned, but some had escaped and sought farther escape to his shoulders.

"Master?"

Roy couldn't tear his eyes away from the blond, couldn't make his mouth work with his tongue to speak. He was entranced, mind captured by the image in front of him.

A pink dress, decorated down each side with white bows of lace, tightly encased Edward's entire body, stopping mid-thigh to let more white lace race down to his knees. Every curve was punctuated in the outfit, and Roy wasn't exactly sure he could remember such round, full hips on the blond.

"Master, is there something wrong?" Ed said through painted lips. More pink. On the hips and on the lips. Lovely.

"Oh, n-no, nothing. Sorry," the raven-haired man said at last, the dry words grating against his even drier throat.

Roy missed the soft smile that met his lover's face, for his eyes were slowly sweeping back down the blond's body again. His gaze had been pulled away by a worried voice, causing him to cease his visual adventure at the knees.

His black eyes followed white stockings, pink stripes racing along each side. Farther down. More to see.

Oh, God.

Heels. Kitten heels.

Pink stilettos. Perfect pink stilettos.

His favorite color had once been blue, but now, now he was entirely a pink kind of guy.

So much pretty pink on such a pretty guy!

"Master," the blond said softly, making Roy snap his gaze upward, "am I displeasing for your eyes? The way you're looking at me . . ."

Roy caught the golden gaze, wordlessly admired it for entirely too long. He saw Edward as the most beautiful creature in the world. No woman or man could match him. Nothing in the world. Not even the flowers in back yard.

Edward was looking at the floor, a small frown on his lips. He looked hurt and vulnerable, but the look was too beautiful not to stare at. Those eyes, those damn beautiful eyes!

"Master?" the young maid said in a voice lower than a whisper.

"You should know, Edward," Roy began, remembering that he'd been asked a question by his lover, "that you are always pleasing to look at."

Ed replied with an elegant curtsy, once again taking the sides of his dress and bowing low, his right leg crossing behind his left.

"Is there anything my master would like?" he asked before straightening himself.

Different responses tossed through his head, and a minute of silence went undisturbed before he decided how to answer.

"No, nothing as of now. Get back to whatever you were doing."

"As you wish, Master."

Familiar warmth enveloped him again as he watched the blond turn and walk away, his black eyes locked on the back of the swishing dress. The fabric moved with Ed's hips, swaying from side to side, and Roy felt himself beginning to harden as he visualized caressing all of what was under the pink and white.

Swallowing hard, he forced himself away from the door to venture into the house. When he walked into the living room, he found Ed dusting a shelf with a black feather duster. It was hard for him not to stand there and watch, but somehow he was able to leave the room and go into the kitchen for the glass of water he desperately needed.

The cool water felt good against his throat as it chased away the gritty dryness. Setting the empty glass in the sink, he wasn't sure why he felt so nervous about the situation; he wanted to touch Edward, wanted to feel the white lace under his fingertips, but he didn't know if he could with how much his hands were shaking. For some reason, his mind told him that his thoughts were not to be held with grace. Wrong, his mind told him; the thoughts and the images floating in his mind were wrong.

Roy peeked his head into the living room to see what the blond was doing, which turned out to be the same thing from the first time. He wanted to kiss Ed and touch him and love him, but his mind wouldn't let him move forward. He couldn't understand what was so wrong about it.

He clamped his teeth down on his bottom lip, frustration creeping through him. His fingers twitched against his sides as he watched Edward's every move, watched as he flicked the feather duster over the smooth wood of the coffee table. It felt wrong just looking at him.

A chill ran up his spine, a foreign feeling that crashed through the heat coursing through him. His mind told him not to look, not to touch, not to think, but when Edward looked back at him with a bright smile, he knew he wanted to sin. With that smile aimed at him, he knew he wanted to do something that felt so incredibly wrong. Bluntly, he wanted to fuck the maid.

"Master, do you need something?" the blond asked, bringing the feather duster up to his chest and looking at Roy with hopeful eyes.

A smirk found home on Roy's face as he approached his lover. He reached his hands out to take hold of each curved hip, then slowly turned the small body away from him. Leaning forward, he whispered in Ed's ear, "Dust you toes."

"Yes, Master."

Obediently, Edward bent over, pressing his ass into his master's hard bulge as he swept the black feathers across the tops of his heels. He kept the groan in his throat as he felt Roy's warm hands run up his dress to tightly squeeze his bare ass, slowly inching inward between each squeeze until he felt air brush between his cheeks as he was pulled apart.

"Do you like it when I touch you here?" Roy murmured as he traced the blond's cute hole, feeling the rippled flesh twitch and pulse under his fingertip.

"Yes, Master, I do."

Smirk widened to a grin, Roy slipped the single digit pass the ring of muscle, but he only went to the first joint before pulling out and backing away. He heard the disappointed grunt from his lover and decided such behavior would not do.

"Rise," he ordered and watched as the blond straightened himself and turned to face him. "Are you disappointed that I did not please you, Edward?"

"Yes, Master," the maid answered hesitantly, lowering his gaze to the floor.

Sighing, Roy threw himself on the sofa, his legs spreading apart and arms resting on the top of the headrest. He studied Ed, eyes running up and down the lithe frame, smiling once he saw how turned on his young lover was. Finally, he said, "I will only please you if you do well satisfying me. I want you to clean my dick."

"As you wish, Master," the blond replied with a small curtsy, noting that his erection was showing, and then lowering himself between Roy's parted legs.

Placing his hands on the man's knees, he leaned forward, taking the metal tab of the zipper between his teeth and pulling it down the track of teeth. He nuzzled his nose against the bulge until the slit in Roy's boxers opened to reveal his cock. With the impressive organ in sight, he nudged it with his lips, coaxing it out of the darkness.

Roy's hand went to the back of his head, pressing him tighter against his dick and causing the metal hair pin to dig into his scalp as he nibbled at the velvety head, which oozed with sweet pre-cum. He smeared the sticky substance all over the tip, his tongue aiding in the job.

"That's right," Roy murmured, voice clipped with a soft sigh and moan. "Get me nice and wet. Use that tongue, boy."

Ed took as much of his lover's cock in his mouth as he could, his tongue wiggling wildly against the bottom as he sucked. Moans rang in the air as Roy thrust his hips forward, forcing more of himself in the moist cavern. He wanted to gag as his master's maleness went deep into his throat, but he was experienced in this and opened his throat to welcome the intrusion.

With his hands holding the blond head, he knew Ed couldn't do much on his own, but Roy knew how to gain pleasure and grabbed a handful of hair, pulling the long strands from the metal clasp. He jerked Ed's head back and pushed forward, making his hard cock swim in and out of the saliva-laden mouth.

Honest moans filled the air, each sound riddled with a soft sigh or gasp as he felt his stomach tighten and his body filled with a peculiar tension. He knew he was drawing closer with every passing second, soon to be sighing with relief. However, he untangled his fingers from the blond's head and set him free, knowing he had to unload himself elsewhere.

"You did well," he commented as he examined his glistening cock.

"Thank you, Master. I will always cherish your praise."

Roy smirked at the line; it was quite amusing, if not scary, how well his Edward could fit into a role. If Ed hadn't gone into the military, he probably would have ended up a movie star or something. Or at least that's what Roy saw him doing. But then they probably would never have met, so perhaps all the pieces had fallen right where they needed to be.

"I'm going to reward you, Edward," he said. "On your feet. Get against the door."

Ed nodded as he slowly rose from his knees and made his way to the door on the other side of the room. He carefully pressed himself against the glass, grateful for the sudden coolness that ambushed his hot body. Apprehension seized him as he waited for his lover's touch, and he squirmed as his mind worked out what was going to happen, gave him images and imagined dialogue to keep him hot and ready.

His breath fogged against the glass as he felt hands finally touch him, caressing each hip. His back arched and heart set to racing as Roy's hard erection pressed against his ass.

"Can you feel me?" Roy whispered, his warm breath making a heavy coat against his ear.

"Yes, Master," the blond replied with a groan, backing himself against his lover's cock.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Edward?"

"Master, please," Ed said in a shaky voice as lips nipped at the back of his neck and hands ventured over his hips and thighs.

Roy smiled as he kissed the maid's neck, long strands of fallen hair tickling his nose and cheeks. He slowly moved his hips forward until a familiar tightness surrounded him, though he had not passed that tender ring of flesh. No, there was something he wanted done before he would go any farther.

"Tell me you want it."

Fingers curling against the glass, Ed swallowed hard, fighting down the thick lump in his throat. His body ached with desperation. He needed to feel the man inside him, needed to feel his every touch. He needed Roy. His body needed Roy.

"Master, I want you," he said urgently. "Please, I need you to fuck me."

Roy laughed, a very hollow and airy sound that seemed to hang in the air long after he'd stopped.

"As you wish."

With those words, he thrust his hips forward, burying his thick length in the blond and receiving a loud cry for the move. He loved the sound, reveled in the way it vibrated against his body and mind.

He pulled out to the head, but quickly hid the rest with another hard thrust of his hips. Again and again he repeated the simple action, thoroughly enjoying how the blond's back arched and voice carried in the air. He could feel the white lace of the dress brushing his dick with every thrust, creating a whispering sensation that added to the symphony of pleasure playing in his body.

Ed's body pressed against the glass door, rattling it against the metal track at the top and bottom. The thought of the glass shattering from the pressure had never crossed Roy's mind until he noticed the intrusive sound of the rattling. If that glass broke, it wouldn't be pretty at all.

Reluctantly, he lessened the power behind his movements, slowing to a moderate, easy pace. With a soft smirk, he shifted his hips to the side slightly and pushed forward. Edward nearly screamed with pleasure as that all-important spot was touched. Being that the pace was now slower and calmer, he simply concentrated on massaging his lover's sweet spot.

Edward moaned loudly as his prostate was touched over and over, and he felt his hot balls pull tight against his body, then something leave his own cock, leaving a splotch of white on the glass. Controlled breathing became unknown to him as Roy continued to pound his tight ass, rocking him against the door, his cock smearing the thick substance.

Finally, Roy let out a grunt and sigh as he shot his load inside the blond. He gave a few more lazy thrusts before detaching himself from the small body, lowering himself on the floor to recuperate. On his back, chest heaving, he watched as Ed's breath clouded the glass. His eyes ventured down, following the outline of the body. Again the glass was smudged and dirty.

He continued to watch the blond as he left the sliding door on trembling legs to join him on the floor, his hair in a total disarray and damp with sweat and his outfit not looking too clean. But hell, Roy still saw him as beautiful, so when Ed came to his side, he took him in his arms and said very simply:

"Edward, you need to clean that door again. It looks bad all smudged like that."

Hey! Do you know what today is? Today is my fanfiction anniversary! Yep, that's right! I've been with this website for exactly two years :D Joined it on 6-12-07, I did. Now, I know I do have a tendency to say I hate a chapter or a fic or whatever, just like I did with this chapter, but I really am proud of everything I've done, and I think I'm a successful writer. I know I'm not the best, and I'll tell you in a heartbeat I'm not, but I do think I've written some pretty great things. But of course, this success wouldn't be here if it weren't for -drumroll- you guys! :D Yeppers, you all have made it possible for me to be proud, and I have no clue how to prove my gratitude so you'll just have to accept a 'Thank you!' for now :) Thank you!

Anyway, that's it! Please review.

Oh, earlier in the chapter, it said something about Ed wearing heels (Oh, God. Heels. Kitten heels. Pink stilletos. Perfect pink stilletos). Well, for those of you who don't know, kitten heels are stilletos that are really short, like only an inch or whatever. I didn't think Ed would be able to handle the five inches of extra height XP haha

Oh, and good luck, Moon! You'll do great, I know! :D