A/N: I am a bit rusty at writing and finally pulled together a fic. If you have any suggestions or constructive criticism id love to hear it. This is not Beta'd so sorry for any minor grammar errors. This is an EdxRoy fic and will have some rather graphic scenes later on as a warning. There will also be some hinted onesided!AlxEd but im not sure how far that will go quite yet. Anyway, enjoy the fic and reviews are love :)

Disclaimer: yeah you know, i don't own FMA.

.:Prologue:.

Why am I here? I knew this was a stupid idea. I just laid all my cards out on the table and the man didn't even have the common courtesy to acknowledge me? I trusted him enough to tell him the one thing I could hardly even muster the courage to tell my own brother. His gloved hand never even stopped scribbling across papers as if he was expecting the whole thing. I guess I should have expected that. I only give and give to countless people, go out of my way to help, but oh no. I'm not allowed to have any bit of happiness in my own live. Sure I may have been asking a lot but I've seen the way his eyes catch on mine awkwardly. I wouldn't have even bothered if I didn't think he wanted this as well, so why was I all of a sudden getting the cold shoulder?

"Fuck this, I didn't come here to be ignored, I'm outta here,"

"Stop." And I did just that. I didn't even bother turning around, I couldn't find it in myself to deny his commands, but I could sure as hell avoid whatever smartass look he felt like throwing my way.

"Oh, now you have something to say? Well don't worry your silence already said it all. I understand though, my fault for trusting my feelings to the great womanizer of Central. I don't want to be another one of your sluts anyway."

I knew the harsh words wouldn't heal my own emotional wounds but I could sure as shit try. Was it really that wrong of me to ask? I know deep down he isn't that heartless bastard I make him out to be, but I at least thought he would give me a glance of that side of him. I couldn't deny my needs anymore. Sure, maybe I was just some lovesick teen but I knew it was more than that. Al was my everything but I craved the emotional and physical contact of another person, something I had been deprived of for years and even Al had noticed.

"I figured you didn't need an explanation. You are smart enough to know why we can't be more than coworkers."

"Of course I know that but what does it matter, it never stopped anyone before.."

I felt strong hands envelope my shoulders sending sparks of electricity down my spine. Such a wonderful feeling that only left me craving for more.

"We both have goals Edward, I know you wont stop until you get your brother back and I can't let this get in the way of being the Fuhrer. There is no point in adding unnecessary stress to our goals. If this means that much to you, come see me once you have succeeded and ill consider your offer." The warm breath on my neck as he spoke fed my craving even more. Simple stimulation feeding my starved nerves.

"How do I know you aren't just saying that." I asked cautiously. I wanted nothing more than to be submersed in the power of the future Fuhrer, but I sure as hell wasn't going to be used and toyed with like a pointless fling. Those gloved hands of wonder gently turned me around to face the man controlling them. My eyes glanced up at onyx orbs, sharing the same look that had been thrown my way so many times in the past few months. Was it passion? Caring? I had no clue, but I suddenly wasn't so concerned when the rough material of a pyrotech glove slid under my chin ever so gently. It almost felt dangerous, being held by the same hands that could be used for death and destruction; A feeling I knew I would never get bored of.

Smooth, warm lips found their way to mine for what seemed like an eternity, although my mind knew better. So gentle and inviting, the side of the man I never got to see. My eyes fluttered open when warm stimulation was replaced by cold air.

"Accomplish what you set out to do, you owe it to yourself." Those smooth words reassured me, and he was right. I was doing this for Al, and I couldn't let anything get in my way.