Warning: lemon ahead. And I'm not even sorry.

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"You wanted to see me, Colonel?"

Oh, Roy could have cackled. Edward was actually addressing him by title! He really had rattled the boy, hadn't he? How would he react to Roy's plans for tonight?

He tried to squash the brimming excitement, but Roy couldn't manage. It was wrong, it was strange, but he was actually looking forward to Ed. At the very least, the eagerness was helpful in that it kept him strong, kept him from doubting about having to be with a man.

Besides, how different could it be, provided he was on top?

"Yes," he said, trying and failing to sound bored. To hell with it. Roy allowed his grin to spread. "I was wondering if you might join me at my house for dinner?"

The boy's face was so entertaining! Edward gaped, mouth wide, and a blush rose on his cheeks. What was that about? Roy smirked as the silence grew longer and longer. "A simple yes or no will do, Fullmetal."

"Oh!" he gasped, snapping his mouth shut. "Yeah, I'd…I'd like to."

Success.

Roy stood up, pushing his chair into his desk. He strode across his office, holding the door open for the younger alchemist and waving his arm forward theatrically. "After you, then."

This was ridiculous. Edward could fight homunculi, tangle with chimeras, and face Winry with broken automail, but he was nervous walking down the street next to Roy.

He couldn't help it; he was too worked up over Roy's proposal that they have dinner together. Was it something to do with work? No, why would the man invite Ed to his house just for that? Unless it was something he didn't want the higher ups to hear.

Could it be a prank? Yes, Edward had to consider this possibility. It would just be like the bastard to do something like this as a joke.

But…Ed couldn't help but wonder if Roy was sincere. If he really just wanted to invite Edward to dinner. If, maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way Ed did…

He shook his head to clear it. That might me a little bit too optimistic.

Still, Edward thought, blushing, it would be nice if that was true.

Roy turned down a side road, and Ed followed, considering voicing his questions aloud. But, no; they were at his house.

Edward ran nervous fingers through his hair, wondering what was about to happen to him.

Roy had no intention of actually feeding the boy. He had brought Edward here to fulfill the terms of the bet: to get laid. He took his jacket off, kicked off his boots, and heard the sound of Ed following suit. Good; fewer clothes in the way.

Then Roy walked over to the couch, and plopped down. The younger alchemist lingered at the doorway, unsure. "C'mere Ed, you can sit."

Roy watched as the boy walked over. Just as he got close, Roy pushed out his foot…

"Oh shit!" Edward cried, trying not to realize that he had indeed just fallen on top of his superior. His face was warm, and he tried to stand back up, perhaps sit on the couch beside Roy—but there was an arm wrapped around his back, keeping him firmly in place. Roy's other hand raised up, and a finger traced the outline of his mouth

"You have the most beautiful lips," the man whispered.

Was this really happening? Edward couldn't think of a response, just sat there, breathing shallowly as Roy leaned closer, and closer…

Roy was pleased with the kiss. It really was no different from kissing a woman. Edward was eager, too. As soon as Roy's lips made contact, the blonde opened his mouth, shifting closer and settling into a more comfortable position upon Roy's lap. This, he had not expected. Roy had been ready for a fight, for the feistiness that was typical of the young alchemist. But no, Ed seemed more than happy to make out with his superior.

Roy ran his hands up and down Edward's back, grinning slightly when smaller hands made their way to his collar, holding tight. He allowed himself to enjoy the kiss, enjoy the taste of the boy on top of him.

They broke for breath, Ed panting and flushed. The thought struck Roy like a snap: Edward was absolutely beautiful.

He leaned in once more, tilting the boy's chin up with a finger and then pressing his lips to the neck before him. Ed whimpered—how was this arousing him so much? This was supposed to be for a bet, not because he wanted it! But as the younger alchemist grabbed the finger in his mouth, pulling off Roy's glove and sucking the digit, Roy found he did want it. Right now.

He growled low in his throat, sliding off the boy's jacket; why the hell did he wear a jacket and a coat? By the noises coming from Ed, he was enjoying what was happening. Roy removed himself from the alchemist's now thoroughly abused neck and yanked his own shirt off, paying no attention to the lost buttons.

"Roy," Edward whispered as his own shirt was pulled over his head. "W-what're we—?"

Roy twisted them, laid the boy out on the sofa. Originally, he had planned to move to the bedroom, but now…well, he was far more aroused by the situation than he had any right to be, and he never was patient. He hushed the blonde, breathed his words, "You want to?"

Edward could not believe what was happening. It had to be a dream. Roy, the obnoxious Colonel he had longed for, and yes, lusted after for quite some time now, was atop him, asking if he wanted to fuck. It really was a scene straight from one of Ed's fantasies, only now it was real.

Was there any doubt as to how he would answer?

Edward nodded.

Roy kissed the boy again as soon as he got the affirmative. Briefly he wondered once more why Ed was being so compliant, engaged even. But it didn't matter, not right now, and maybe not ever.

He could feel the blonde thrusting up slightly, and Roy moved his thigh in between the thin legs to give him some friction. A moan sounded beneath him.

Roy was surprised by how hard Edward already was, and then it occurred to him: what if the boy was a virgin? Was it wrong to take him for a bet?

No. The younger alchemist clearly wanted this, and hadn't even asked about Roy's intentions. He would keep going.

In that case, it was time to rid them both of pants.

Roy stood to remove his own, enjoying the way Ed looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, his mouth hanging open. His automail hand crept down, grabbing himself through his leather pants. Roy grabbed the hand away—that was his job.

He didn't really consider what his job was until he was faced with Edward sans-bottoms. The boy had no boxers—really, with pants that tight, he wasn't surprised. Still, up until that moment, when he saw the blonde's erection, he hadn't registered that he was with another male.

Well, now was no time to stop.

In all actuality, it was easier to deal with a guy than a girl. Roy knew what felt good, he didn't have to guess. He had Ed shaking and moaning with just a few strokes…but he didn't want the boy to cum. Not with his own member so neglected.

Roy pushed his hand up to Edward's face, probing his mouth with his fingertips. The alchemist opened up immediately, without hesitation. Roy wasn't sure if he knew what the fingers were for, or if he just liked them. The thought made him chuckle.

He pulled his fingers, now slick with spit, back out of Ed's mouth, receiving a pout. Yes, the boy did like sucking on the digits; how interesting.

Roy moved up to kiss Edward, and did something he never thought he would: stuck his finger up another guy's ass.

Even in the instant before the blonde clenched, he was tight. And this was just one finger. Roy couldn't imagine how that tight heat would feel on his cock…a groan fell from his lips.

He moved his finger, in unfamiliar territory now. Sure, Roy knew the idea, but this was still new. Once Ed started to relax, he added another finger, and that insane tightness gripped him once more.

Roy checked the alchemist beneath him. He still seemed okay, fists clenching the cushions beneath him. The last one in, then.

Edward gasped and grimaced. Maybe Roy had been a bit hasty, but he was quick to apologize, allowing his other hand to caress the boy's leaking erection.

After a short while, Ed began to pant, actually pushing down on Roy's fingers. That was good—he really couldn't wait anymore. He removed the digits, and the blonde whimpered. He positioned himself and—

Tears pooled in Edward's eyes as he was filled. Roy was in shock, this pleasure, this boy's fucking ass squeezing him, was more than he had bargained for. He traced gentle circles on Ed's chest, trying to calm him, and was only dimly aware of the feel of nails and metal clawing at his back.

"Move," the blonde gasped. "Please." Roy looked down, and it was exactly as he had pictured the scene. Edward, sweaty and flushed (and with a growing hickey on his neck, that was a nice addition), begging for more.

So, Roy obeyed.

The first thrust brought a groan of out him, and an oddly high pitched moan from Ed. The second, Roy managed to control himself, merely panting, while the boy beneath him moaned louder. He sped up, and Edward started to beg.

"Fuck, Roy, fuck me, please, harder—OH!" the blonde screamed as Roy hit his sweet spot. If Roy had been more experienced, more in control of himself—he really was losing it at this point—he might have tried to do so again, but as it was, he simply complied with the first request: harder.

It wasn't long before Ed was screaming again. "Shit, holy shit, Roy, I'm gonna—"

And he did "gonna," the blonde's body clenching wonderfully around Roy as he came. Roy thrust once, twice, three times before emptying his load into the boy, not bothering to stop his moan.

Roy pulled out as he came down from his high. He managed to fall in such a way that he didn't land on Edward; it was a tight squeeze, but they both fit on the couch, panting together.

He would have to remember to take the boy's pants in the morning. He was far too exhausted to deal with all that now, and Ed was already dozing off beside him.