A/N: It's been forever since I've done one of these, but I was prompted by the ever lovely visualconfectionary, Autumn, who has proceeded to kick the blood out of my muse until it worked properly again, allowing me to pump out this little jewel. I also want to make it very clear here that I am still working on the new chapter for "Motherload," and should have it done soon. It's just that damned wall of pr0nz that owns my life so pathetically...I shall never scale it to give you the lemony goodness...ah well. I tried a little here to get myself warmed up for tomorrow, when I shall tackle the demon and wrench back my precious story so we can hurry up and...I almost gave away the ending. My bad. ;D But anyway, here's the newest little ficlet. Thanks to Autumn for helping me off the block.

Disclaimer: I don't really own FMA at all. Not even a little. Yes, I may have contributed through my purchasing of FMAbilia, but haven't we all? If I owned it, that new series would be out already so it can hurry up and own my soul again.

Shake it

If there was one thing Edward Elric detested more than anything else, it was being made to feel like a fool (okay, so maybe he hated milk more than that, but only by a little). This hatred was only worsened when he was made to feel like a fool by one Flame Alchemist, who Ed considered the bane of all young and brilliant alchemists; this description really only applied to him, in his opinion, but certainly not because he didn't want the colonel bugging any other young and brilliant alchemists. No, he wasn't the jealous kind.

It was because he wasn't the jealous type that he didn't start to get a nagging feeling in his gut upon discovering that the colonel--his colonel--had taken up dancing at a local hall two times a week. Yes, Roy had asked him if he wanted to come along, but he'd gently refused.

For Ed, "gently refusing" to do something usually included a bit of physical resistance and threatening to cut off certain body parts if Roy continued to insist upon whatever it was Ed didn't want to do. Oh yes, and swearing was usually involved. LOTS of swearing.

"Are you sure you won't come along?" Roy asked as he started towards the door, sliding his arms through the sleeves of his coat.

Ed sat firmly down on the ground, causing the room to shake a little to prove his point. "Never. Not even to save myself from the pits of Hell. Forget it. I'd rather be thrown back through the Gate."

Roy sighed and rolled his eyes. "Don't be dramatic, Edward. A simple 'no' would have sufficed." He grabbed his keys. "All right, well…should you change your mind, you know where I'll be."

Ed snorted and let out a short laugh. "Oh yeah, I know exactly where you'll be. Thanks, but no thanks. If I wanted to see you philandering with other women, I'd go walking with you in the mornings."

"Yeah, maybe we'd all be safer that way," Roy shot back, feeling the irritation he'd been fighting back curl up inside his chest, making a sweet little home where it would no doubt cause more trouble, as it always did. "After all, lord knows the next names for consideration on the list after 'Fullmetal' were 'Lead Leg' and 'Two Left-Footed.' Personally, I think a combination of the two would work best, but that would be a mouthful."

That promptly shut Ed up, upon which time Roy took that as his cue to leave, leaving the blonde on the floor, his mouth agape.

A few hours passed as Ed sat on the floor, unwilling to move, occasionally casting an eye towards the door, as if trying to catch Roy as he came back through the door to apologize. Every time he saw that Roy was indeed not returning to apologize, he felt anger well up inside him, as well as a little sadness. After all, it wasn't like he hadn't made a good point. Why in the Hell would he want to go somewhere when he couldn't tell those fawning tramps to stop gawking at his man? After all, they were still both very much seeing each other in secret, so it wasn't as if he could actually dance with Roy, and he'd be damned if he had to settle for exchanging glances while some girl attempted to hog all Roy's attention. Besides, the last girl he'd even tried to dance with was Winry, and that's only because he was trying to learn how to dance so he could show Roy that he wasn't some "unrefined country bumpkin," as the smart-assed colonel had so aptly named him.

He sighed, getting to his feet and stretching the soreness from his body. No matter what, he always wound up doing things for Roy, no matter how much he might hate them. It was "part of growing up," as Al liked to constantly remind him.

"Growing up" or not, he hated it. Still, he found himself doing it time and time again. He grabbed his jacket and made his way across town to the hall. By the time he made it to his destination, the hall was empty. He frowned and looked at his watch. It was too early for the place to be deserted. Roy usually didn't get back until nine; it was only half-past seven.

"You know, I was wondering if you were ever going to show up," Roy's voice said, coming from behind Ed. The younger male turned around to look up at a smirking Flame Alchemist.

"What're you going on about, old man?" Ed asked irritably. He looked around and suddenly understood. "Wait…you mean to tell me that you've been coming here twice a week for the past couple months for nothing?"

Roy shrugged. "Not really. You're here. I got what I was aiming for, didn't I?"

Ed frowned. "Bastard."

Roy held out a hand to Ed and gestured for him to take it. "Now Ed, let's not ruin this moment of humanity for you. You obviously didn't come here to kick my face in, or you would have done it already. So why not make good of the time we have?"

Ed eyed Roy's hand suspiciously. "You're not serious."

"Of course I am. I wouldn't have come here 'twice a week for the past couple months for nothing,' as you put it." He reached out and grabbed Ed's hand, pulling him closer. "Since you came down here of your own free will…you do still believe in that, right? I'd say you've given me reason to believe that you came here to dance with me. Or at least, drag me off to keep me from dancing with anyone else."

Ed frowned momentarily before sighing into a smile. "Yeah, something like that."

Roy settled a hand on Ed's hip and slid it around to the small of his back. He began to move his feet, prodding Ed to follow along. Occasionally, Ed would trip over Roy's feet, but Roy would only catch him and guide him back to the rhythm.

"Only move the foot that is in the direction you want to go in. If you're going to the right, move the right foot. If you're going forward or backward, move the foot that is on the outside. You'll make a perfect box that way." He tapped each of Ed's feet to show him which ones to move. Finally, they started to move in unison.

"This isn't so bad," Ed murmured, his eyes half-lidded. He pulled Roy down and pressed his lips to Roy's. He backed Roy up to the wall and began working at his belt, untucking his shirt and sliding his hands up Roy's chest. Roy turned, pinning Ed to the wall. He grabbed Ed by the hips and lifted him up so that the younger man was straddling his hips. He kissed from his throat up to his ear and over to capture his mouth again.

"Aren't you glad you came?" Roy asked huskily, pushing Ed's shirt up to capture a nipple in his mouth.

"I haven--ah!--haven't done anything just yet," Ed joked, grinding his hips into Roy's.

Roy chuckled and pulled away, sighing. He carefully set Ed on the ground and straightened his clothes. "You know we can't do this here. I mean, we could, but it wouldn't exactly be the best idea."

Ed groaned and nodded, brushing his hair away from his face. "This is so lame. Are we always going to be this way?"

"Not always. Someday we'll be able to come here and really 'shake it' with everyone watching," Roy said, smiling. "And we won't even have to care."

Laughing, Ed punched Roy in the arm lightly. "I can't believe you just said 'shake it.' You're so old."

"Not that old," Roy argued. "Besides, you really liked dancing with me. Admit it."

"Okay, so maybe it wasn't that bad. It wasn't great or anything, but it didn't kill me, either," Ed admitted. "Maybe it's something I wouldn't mind doing…at home. Away from people, you know?"

"Hm," Roy affirmed thoughtfully. He smirked as a thought entered his mind. "You know, Ed, if the box-step gets you this excited, maybe next time, we should take up the tango or something."

Ed snorted, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms in defiance. "Yeah, whatever. Let's see how far that gets you."

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