Once again, Edward found himself wondering why he was where he was—namely, outside Roy Mustang's apartment, hand raised to knock on the door.

Last night came to Ed's mind—that dance, dancing with Roy…and what the man had said to him afterward. After all that, the rational reaction would be to forget about it entirely, perhaps even avoid coming into contact with Roy (and when the hell did he start thinking of the Colonel as Roy anyway?) as much as possible. Instead, here he was, looking for trouble.

Sighing inwardly at his lack of sense, Edward knocked.

And then he waited.

A solid minute went by before Roy answered the door. During that time, Edward had worked out exactly what he was going to say, but when the door opened, he found himself speechless.

Roy stood there, naked from the waist up, grinning widely. "Didn't take you long, Ed."

Flustered and irritated by this remark, Edward found his voice again. "Shut up! I wanted…an explanation."

Roy moved from the doorway, gesturing Ed into his apartment. He walked into the kitchen, talking as he went. "An explanation for what, exactly?"

Hesitating only briefly, Edward sat down on the sofa in the living room. Once Roy reappeared, handing him a glass of water, he answered. "Last night, what do you think?"

Roy sat as well, not across from Ed in the chair as might be expected, but next to him—extremely close to him. "What about it?"

The feigned innocence wasn't doing anything but pissing Edward off. He could tell by that gleam in Roy's eyes that the man knew exactly what he was talking about. "The dance! It was—it was—"

"Amazing?" Roy suggesting, turning to face Ed.

Edward shivered. "And what you said after!" he continued, hoping to maintain his composure. "That was just—were you drunk!?"

To his surprise, Roy laughed. "Of course not. It looked like you had fun last night, and I certainly enjoyed the experience, so I thought I'd invite you over for more."

Several responses crossed Ed's mind—getting up and leaving seemed reasonable. Instead, his mouth seemed to move of its own volition: "You…said we should dance again…in a more private place." What was he saying? "What'd you…mean exactly?"

Roy seemed to have been waiting for Edward to say something like this. He leaned over him, placing a hand on Ed's thigh. A shudder passed through him, and he considered shaking Roy off—but no, he couldn't seem to move, captivated by the man's dark, intense eyes just as he had been last night.

"Do you want me to show you?" Roy breathed.

Ed felt a strange, warm feeling begin to spread through him. He thought back to the previous night. He couldn't deny, dancing with Roy had been fun, even (and maybe especially) that last dance…when their faces were so close, and Roy's hand was on his back, and their chests would press together...Edward nodded.

And Roy got up.

Really? Ed knew Roy could be an ass, but this was crazy! "Are you—"

Roy flipped on some music, dark and low. Edward had no idea where the man had found music like this, so…seductive.

Roy walked back to the couch, sat down. "You can't dance without music, Ed."

And then, unceremoniously, Roy pulled Edward on top of him. He rubbed his nose along the side of Ed's jaw, his black hair tickling gently. Then Roy kissed him.

It was slow, Roy's (admittedly more experienced mouth) moving in time with the music, and Edward following without question. It was probably wrong, and definitely insane, but the man's lips were so soft, and—as a tongue darted out to taste Ed's lip—enticing…

Roy's hands moved steadily down Edward's sides, not stopping when they broke for air. Ed followed his lead clumsily, unsure of how to handle this situation, and let his hands drop, feathering over Roy's chest and abs. He couldn't help staring at the man's physique, sculpted and beautiful despite the angry scar on his one side…

"Oh!" Ed let out a faint gasp of surprise as Roy began to gyrate his hips. He could feel the man's wicked grin as once again their mouths came together. It felt so strange—but good. Roy began to punctuate the heavier beats of the song with little thrusts, and Edward could not prevent a squeak from escaping as he began to feel something hard against his ass with every movement. His already flushed face went a deeper red when he realized what it was.

Throwing caution to the wind, Edward began to meet the tiny thrusts, rolling his ass on Roy's lap. This made the man gasp, break the kiss only to move down to Ed's neck. "Naughty boy," he whispered, making oddly pleasant goose bumps rise up on Edward's skin. "And you said you couldn't dance…"

Roy thrust harder, rolling his whole body against Ed, and at the same time brought his hands up, catching the fabric of Edward's and exposing his chest as he did so. He tossed the shirt on the floor before resuming his explorations.

Ed tried hard not to whimper, failing utterly when Roy moved his hands down, further, further, pausing at the band of his pants and rubbing there, a single finger teasing the button.

"Roy…" he groaned, as the man began to palm him. Still the thrusts, still in time with the beat (though the song had now changed). Ed found himself becoming increasingly desperate to be rid of his pants.

Roy must have been getting to this point as well, for he leaned forward, letting Edward fall backward onto the couch and looming over him. He continued to grind against Ed, and of course this action was reciprocated.

The man jerked Edward's pants down suddenly as the song increased in volume. Ed yelped in surprise, making Roy smirk. He continued to slide off the pants, and then his own, before continuing to thrust against Edward.

Ed gasped, hands gripping Roy's shoulders tightly as sensation overwhelmed him. He continued to let out tiny noises of pleasure, as the man bent down to whisper in his ear. "More?"

The question was simple, and Edward answered unthinkingly. "Yes!" he hissed.

But before Roy could fulfill the request, his front door opened.

And there stood Major Armstrong.

"C-colonel!" he stuttered, mouth falling open.

Granted, the way Roy was positioned, Edward was pretty much obscured from view (his small size helping the matter), but he still blushed to the roots of his hair.

Roy, even naked and displayed as he was, didn't seem to be bothered. "Yes, Major?"

There was a click as the song changed once more, and Roy began to move, just tiny, barely-there motions, but Edward couldn't believe he wasn't stopping. However, neither his shock nor his embarrassment could stop him from whimpering.

Armstrong was still watching, wide-eyed. "Colonel Mustang, I-I knocked, but there was no answer, and the door was open…"

He left the door open!? Irritated and with limited options due to his position, Edward bit Roy's shoulder to express his annoyance.

"Oh," Roy breathed, glancing at Ed with a smirk. "Feel free to do that again." He punctuated this with a more noticeable thrust, before turning back to the Major. "You were saying?"

"Sir, I…what are you doing?"

Roy chuckled at this question. Edward, at this point, had completely lost his patience. He was sitting there, underneath the man, needy and wanting and hard, and Roy was just carrying on a conversation. He rolled his hips up, eyes glaring.

Again, a glance from Roy. "Major, I'm afraid I'm going to have to dismiss you. This one's quite impatient."

Armstrong turned to go, probably glad to get out of the situation, and as he left Roy called out an answer to his previous inquiry.

"And as for what we're doing, well, we're dancing, of course."

And as soon as the door shut, they continued.