AGH! I finally got some time to sit down and type this chapter out. I'm so sorry it took so long!!! Really! Please forgive me! .

Right then…aside from that, let me just say thanks to all the readers and reviewers who have stuck with me for this long. Kudos. Could NOT have done this without all your support.

We're back to Ed's POV. Characters are not mine and all that jazz. :P

Warnings: Yes, things get a little…more descriptive between the two of them. The yaoi is a little more prominent here. Heh…just thought I'd give you all the heads up there.

As I finished up my shower and pulled on my clothes, I heard Al knock tentatively on the bathroom door. I could hear the knock echo through his hollow metal body. Quickly toweling my hair, I opened the door and smiled at my brother.

"What's up Al?" I asked earnestly, "I was just about to come find you."

"Winry and I were going to go get something to eat and I was wondering if you'd like to come with us," Al explained.

I shook my head with an added look of apology. "Sorry Al," I shrugged, "I'm going to turn in early tonight. Worked too hard today, you know?"

My brother nodded his understanding and assured me he'd explain the same to Winry. He then waved farewell and bid me a goodnight. I couldn't help but smile as I watched him go. No doubt he'd realize why I did what I did later on that evening.

However, something in the back of my mind nagged me to get back to Envy. Whether I was worried if he'd gotten himself into trouble or I was just a little too excited, I don't know. All I know is that I swiftly made my way back to my room.

When I opened my door, I found Envy lying face down on my bed, slender arms tucked beneath my pillow, androgynous face on top. He looked…upset. What had happened? It wasn't often I saw him this way; only ever when he had something weighing heavily on his mind.

Before I could ask though, he spoke up, his normally confident voice wavering slightly. "Ed," he whispered, almost more to himself than me, "You…you love me, right?"

The question shocked me. It wasn't like him. "Of course I do. Why are you asking?"

He sighed, rolled over, and sat up. "No reason," he smiled, "I was just making sure."

I walked over to the bed and sat next to him, resting my hand on his. "Envy, that wasn't like you. What's on your mind?" I was genuinely concerned. I'd never seen him act like this before.

Instead of answering, the homunculus leaned in and kissed me, his hands moving to grab my waist possessively. My body relaxed and I wrapped my own arms around him without thinking. I cursed my hormones. Envy was upset about something that had to do with me. But all he had to do to avoid confronting me about it was kiss me. Sometimes, I hated how much I loved him.

As we broke for air, he made short work of my shirt, easily pulling it over my still damp hair and tossing it to the floor. I wanted to say something, to try to figure out what had made him question my feelings, but all I could manage was a sharp gasp as his slick tongue attacked my chest.

He was definitely more possessive than usual, his hands locked firmly to my hips, his legs planted solidly on either side of mine. It was unusual and had me worried, especially the fact that he wanted to avoid discussing whatever was bothering him so much. I couldn't let him do that.

However, he successfully managed to distract me again as he forced me to fall back. Still straddled across my waist, he moved his tapered hands up my body, longingly stroking my chest. I moaned low in my throat. It was amazing what he could do to me.

I arched upwards as he ground his palms against my sensitive nipples. As I did so, Envy swooped down, licking and teasing the highly receptive area where my automail was attached. I drew in a hiss of a breath, struggling not to cry out. He was bombarding my senses with one sensual attack after another, and I loved it. Yet, at the same time, I felt guilty for not pressing the issue further. I had to control myself; to find out why Envy was acting so…oddly.

When he moved his demanding kisses back to my face, I gathered my thoughts as best I could. Before he could capture my mouth – and, ultimately, my wits – again, I panted softly, "Why are you doing this, Envy? What's got you so upset?"

Envy paused, mouth still poised above mine. God, I wanted to feel his kiss so badly. But once again, he refused to answer me. He slowly moved up and away from me, quietly settling on lying beside me. The silence was deafening.

"Envy?" I asked timidly, sitting up and looking down at him, "Are you alright?"

His normally spirited violet eyes stared at me almost listlessly. His gaze seemed dull. Or was that sorrow? The guilt I felt intensified, twisting in my gut. Envy had never looked so sad, so forlorn.

"Ed," the word was little more than a breath, "I love you so much. I don't want to lose you; not now. God don't leave me." His voice had hitched in his throat and he reached out to stroke my face.

He wasn't making sense to me. As I leaned into the feeling of his caress on my face, I couldn't help but wonder why he was saying what he was. Whatever the reason, it clearly hurt him more than I'd first thought.

Leaning down, I brushed my lips against his. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm not leaving you. Why are you saying these things?" I spoke the words softly, my lips still barely touching his. I wanted him to know I was there, that I loved him.

I felt him entwine his fingers in my hair, as if to hold me there. He kissed me fleetingly several times before whispering, "She loves you."

I frowned. Why wouldn't he make sense? However, before I could demand more from him, he pushed me away, got to his feet, and pried open the window.

"Envy wait!" I called after him, struggling clumsily to my feet. "What are you talking about?!"

He didn't answer. He didn't even look at me. Without so much as a goodbye, he slipped out of my room with the cat-like grace he so easily possessed.

I ran to the open window, oblivious to the chill wind that attacked my exposed skin. Why was he doing this? I could feel tears of confusion and rejection threatening, and I practically screamed out the window, "Now who's leaving?!?"

To Be Continued…