A/N: I do not own FMA. This is yaoi, boyxboy ect. A quick note, I would very much like to thank all of you who have reviewed thus far: sheyann,SoulSister, Taranova, TheLupineRebel, Gabryell-P-, VermilionValentine, Nizadiyh and Torean! Thank you soooo much! Especially Torean, I love her writing! Hugs and cookies for all! Oh and hot yaoi sex of course.

Torn

By: Xellion

Two weeks.

I couldn't even tell you how I survived those two weeks. They were long and insufferable. And every time I attempted to call Edward at the Rockbell's I would either chicken out or wait long enough for him to answer and hang up on me. There was only one clear choice to make and it was to head down to Risembool. But I couldn't just leave; I was expected to stay at my desk unless something urgent required my attention. But technically, Edward was urgent. A priceless prodigy to the government. The more I thought about this, the more I agreed with my own thoughts…the more I knew I had to go get him.

But it had to be perfect; for once I completed every piece of worthless paperwork that needed immediate signing. Then I told Hawkeye I would be out for an extra day, just before the weekend. I wasn't needed on weekends anyway. And late on Friday night I took the last train, lights whizzing by. I was so damn tired, and my wrist was actually in pain from all the writing. I sighed, for once I was dressed in some regular clothes, if felt nice to be out of the uniform, even if it did look good on me. I looked out the window, my thoughts focused on Edward.

I couldn't believe it had been two weeks since he spoke to me…I suppose I deserved it. And as I rode in the train, I knew that I was not welcome in the Rockbell house. And so my efforts to sway Ed into coming back to Central were probably meaningless. But that wasn't going to stop me, I was a determined man. And no matter how I tried to convince myself that I wasn't falling in love with the FullMetal Alchemist, I knew that wasn't true.

No…it wasn't true at all. And I'll never know why I faltered to tell him that. Because in truth, it should have been all too easy. But it wasn't. Thinking was not really helping me at all, it only served to twist the not in my stomach tighter. I rested my head against the window, and before I could fight it, sleep was taking me without much effort at all. And I dozed off into the land of sleep, where none of this mattered…

A groan escaped my lips. Oh God what was that unbearable heat…? Feels so good…God yes…my eyes opened and for a moment my sight blurred, but when it came into focus I saw Edward. His long locks of golden hair falling over his left shoulder as he sucked on my cock, hungry and filled with lust. My back arched when he took more of the hard organ into his hot mouth, fists clenching the sheets. I was no longer capable of thought at this point. I tried to watch, but the pleasure was so mind numbing, I wasn't even able to keep my eyes open. I reached a hand down and ran my fingers through his hair, the strands felt like silk.

I briefly wondered what shampoo he used, but then I decided it didn't really matter. I could always ask later. Right now I was only focused on one thing: release. Apparently Edward was determined on that too; he didn't let up on his teasing. With one hand wrapped around the base of my cock, he swirled his pliable tongue around it, moaning. It was only then that I realized something…both of his arms were entirely made of flesh. This had to be a dream.

He even looked….older. But I didn't really care about that. I just concentrated on what it was he was doing to me. Those full lips taking in my tip, his hot silken tongue wrapping itself around the flesh of my hard pulsing cock and the moans making his throat vibrate every time he swallowed it. I couldn't help but greedily beg for more. And then, he broke away, licking his lips. God I needed him, right now. I rolled us over and he squeaked in surprise. I grinned in absolute triumph when I realized he was naked too.

"Damn…"I murmured, stroking myself a bit just before wrapping Edward's perfect legs around my waist. I leaned forward, preparing to enter him and fuck him until he was screaming my name.

"Roy….please….please..."he begged, his amber eyes smoldering with want. I did not have the strength to deny him. I pushed my stiff erection into him. "Ohh…fuck….yes!" he bucked against me the instant I was inside. From that moment one we were a mess of heat, sweat and tangled moaning bodies. I was rough this time, slamming into him every time I thrusted my hips forward. Edward didn't seem to mind, his hands were clutching the sheets, his eyes clenched shut as he moved his lithe body against mine.

I watched him, as I almost always did when we were doing this. "God! Roy! More! More!" I trailing my hand down and stroked him in time with my thrusts. I knew that neither of us would last much longer at this rate. And that was when I had an epiphany…

I awoke upright with a gasp as the train's horn wailed to announce that we had reached our destination. But when I looked out the window, I was relieved to see the Risembool train station. I stood up, still catching my breath after that crazed sex dream. I was thankful to be wearing loose pants as I walked off the train and retrieved my luggage, which was really just a large suit case. Even as I walked out of the station and began the road to Edward's house I was well aware that this could not possibly end well for anyone, especially me. I traveled down the dirt path, suitcase in tow, fixing my tie with my free hand.

I was not enjoying the erection standing proudly in my pants, trying to will it away wasn't really working either. Edward was right; I was a dirty old pervert. Okay Mustang, I thought silently in my head, you've gotten out of worse situations. A boner is nothing. I walked faster; I just wanted to get this over with. Apologize as quickly as I could and then ask for the bathroom. That would probably make Edward suspicious….really suspicious. He was a prodigy after all, and he didn't get that title for nothing. Ed liked to play the jester, but I knew that he was not a fool. I sighed as I looked up and saw the door of the Rockbell's house; I truly was not welcome here.

I could almost feel the house exuding a dark vibe towards me. I took a deep breath and knocked. I waited…and waited. Until, to my surprise, Edward answered the door. He was in a towel. Nothing but a towel. Why?! Regardless of his state, I kept a perfectly straight face. Sometimes I was extremely thankful for the military's training I had undergone years ago. This was one of those times. For a moment we just stood there. Staring each other down. Edward was the one to break the silence.

"What the hell are you doing here Mustang?"

"I came….to apologize."

"Well you're too late." He slammed the door in my face.

A/N: Yay, another cliff hanger. I apologize for keeping you all so long. I promise the next chapter will make up for it 8D!