Oh Em Gee! I am so behind AGH! I actually do have a legitimate reason this time, though! My cousin and I went to the first day of Kami Con yesterday! It was fucking awesome, but we couldn't go back the second day. Tragic. But I still had loads of fun, and my new Edward plushie is sitting right beside my computer. There's a Roy pin on his coat! And I got a fleece hat with kitty ears and the crown on Sora's (Kingdom Hearts) necklace- which I put an Axel pin on! There's a Roxas- more Kingdom Hearts- bookmark in Fullmetal Alchemist Volume 7 and two pins- the Tenth Doctor from Doctor Who and Jack Harkness from Doctor Who and Torchwood- on my purse. And gooooooosh the Asian sweets I got. xD
Edward: Would you /stop/ rambling about all the stuff you got? Nobody gives a damn!
Roy: What the hell, Ed? Are you /trying/ to get yourself killed?
Me: SHUT UP! I'm feeling nicer than usual today, so I'm going to let it slide.
Roy: You got lucky.
Edward: She said shut up, Roy! =P
Me: -clears throat- As I was going to say, I'd Like to take this moment to clear a few things up. I thought you'd need to know some things, and then I'll let you know anything I forget, because I most definitely will.
1.) Alphonse /can/ do transmutations without a circle.
2.) Roy doesn't realize that everyone can tell something's wrong with him, or just how depressed he really is.
3.) Alphonse has already tried things to get Edward's memories back, and Ed couldn't remember a goddamn thing at first. As a little bit of a spoiler since I love you so much, two of the rituals Alphonse has tried has returned a few of the memories without anyone- including Ed- realizing it. The memories are nothing major, just tiny tidbits like what Roy's house looks like and stuff.
And, for the moment, that's all I can think of! Soooo...
Thanks to everyone who's following and reviewing! I love you guys so much, and you keep me writing. Not to mention entertained! xD Keep reviewing and such!
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist. It belongs to Hiromu Arakawa. If I did own FMA, though, Winry would die a slow and painful death at Envy's and Greed's hands, Edward and Roy would be together in a big house with a cat and the neighbors would hate them cause they fucked all the time and Ed's fucking loud! =D
Warnings: Well, uh, that up there, foul language, a bit of Winry-ness near the end and such, and... ROYED-NESS! Woohoo! Of course, no actual sex. T_T Sadness!
NOW... READ, READ, READ! Yeah!
"Ugh! I don't know what to do, dammit!" Edward hit his forehead against the table for what must have been the millionth time. The wood muffled a low groan from him, and Roy sighed. Finger and thumb holding the rim of a small glass, he swirled the amber liquid slowly and stared at it.
"What do you think you should do?" he asked dully, tossing the whiskey back. It burned its way down, bringing a grimace to the general's tired face. Golden eyes glared at him, the owner's cheek pressed against the cool table.
"I don't fucking know! If I did, I wouldn't be bitching!"
Another sigh from the other man, followed by, "Fine. Then why are you staying with her? Start with that." Edward closed his eyes and sighed, fringe flying then settling back down. To him, it was pretty obvious why he hadn't left Winry already. People from Resembool got married all the time, and they made it work. Even if they hated each other and couldn't stand the thought of spending their lives together. Not many married couples from their small village got divorced. It just wasn't done. The other reason was Nicholas. They stayed together for Nicholas' sake. But was it really for the best? What if she wound up hurting him, or he… turned out like Edward?
"Divorce isn't done in Resembool. Couples make it work." he mumbled, sick to his stomach. "And Nicholas."
"Are those the only reasons?"
Edward nodded slowly after a moment's hesitation, grabbing Roy's bottle of whiskey. He took a long drink from it, made a face, then put it back down. Roy filled his glass again.
"And who is it helping?"
"Well, I thought Nicholas, but…" Edward fell silent and Roy took a drink from the glass of amber liquid.
"This isn't something to decide in a few minutes, or even a few hours. Take Mei's advice: Stay away for a few days, think it over, and talk with your wife." Frowning, he put the glass in the sink and picked up the bottle. Fuck the glass; that just wasted time. It was much quicker to drink straight from the bottle. He took a drink.
"Don't hog it." Edward mumbled, snatching it back. They passed it back and forth for the evening, Ed silently thinking and Roy not saying a word, until not a drop was left.
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"Mei! I'll be back in an hour or so! Don't wait on me for dinner!" Alphonse called as he fought a stubborn shoe on, then grabbed his notes and barreled out the door without waiting for an answer. That left his girlfriend staring, confused, after him, dishtowel wrapped around on hand where she'd paused in the middle of drying them.
How many times had he thought this very same thing? Five. Five times, his heart had picked up and he'd run out to his father's study, thinking This could be it! Ed'll remember everything! Two times, nothing at all had happened. Once, everything had stopped halfway through. The other two times were when the rituals had no effect on Edward. To his knowledge, at least. But this would work, he was sure.
Quickly, Alphonse, cleared a space on the study's floor with his foot and propped the notes open on a desk. Chalk dust coated his hands as he drew a transmutation circle on the floor. It wasn't like the circles he normally used, but it was easy enough, even if he did hate drawing the damn things in the first place.
Finally, he finished setting up, clapped his hands together, and slammed them down on the edge of the array. Orange light flashed, blinding him.
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"Feeling better?"
"Kiss me and I will be." He leaned closet to the dark-haired man behind the desk.
"You don't really want that, do you?" he asked, smirking. Their noses brushed, heads titling.
"Don't be a bastard. Of course I do, or I wouldn't ha-" Warm lips pressed against his own abruptly, leaving him with only a small supply of oxygen and damn he should kill Roy. But it was just too good. Even when the man let him take a breath. Their lips met again and Edward straddled Roy's hips, one arm draped over the man's shoulder and the other cupping the back of his neck. "Taste good." he groaned, pulling away for air. The other licked and sucked and nibbled his neck, drawing sweet moans from his throat. Eagerly, Ed worked his hips against the older alchemist's, hand-
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Edward woke with a breathy gasp, a sharp pain at both of his temples. Even so, there was a noticeable bulge in the front of his pants- a bulge that he attempted to cover by sitting up and bringing one leg to his chest. Winry had never turned him on like that; it had always taken a lot of rubbing from her. But that dream- No, it was too vivid to be a dream. Did that mean it was a memory? It should have been impossible, but he wasn't so sure. One problem at a time, though.
Now, just the thought of having Roy kiss him like that had him slipping a sweat-slickened palm up his own thigh. Dammit, he'd probably have to go to the bathroom and take care of himself, because he had no intention of getting it on with Win- This wasn't his couch. Frowning, he glanced around. His eyes widened when he realized that he was sitting on Roy's couch. In Roy's house. With Roy sleeping upstairs. His fingers brushed the bulge in the front of his pants as the thought crossed his mind.
"Ah, fuck!" he groaned as he bolted up. One hand covered the crotch of his pants as he raced upstairs and into the bathroom that he shouldn't know was at the end of the hall. The door slammed behind him and his pants hit the floor.
Roy woke up when the door down the hall slammed. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he rolled out of bed and shuffled out of the room. He paused in front of the bathroom door. A light blush crept over his cheeks when he heard a moan- one that he identified as Edward's- on the other side. The blond was probably biting his lip now so he wouldn't make any noise and wake Roy up; after all, they both knew the young alchemist was extremely loud, especially when he got close to it. Of course, Edward didn't know the dark-haired man had fucked him across a desk, let alone that he knew the blond was a loud sex partner.
His own teeth dug into his lip as a muffled sound reached his ear. If he kept listening, he'd have to take care of himself, too. Swallowing hard, he hurried away from the door as quietly as possible. Breakfast; he should make breakfast. There was absolutely nothing arousing about making breakfast. Well… Edward could probably change his opinion on that. If things had turned out like that should have, of course. Fuck, the blond could have made anything arousing.
But, for now, breakfast was not arousing. In fact, Roy found it fucking annoying and poured a bit of whiskey into his mug of coffee. He'd come to do that often, actually. The house was also rather messy, though he'd always kept it neat and in order. That was, of course, before Edward had forgotten his promises.
It wasn't long before a certain aforementioned blond walked into the kitchen, automail foot clinking softly against the tile and hair dripping. Roy thought he'd heard the shower come on earlier. Ed plopped- with all the grace of a drunken elephant- down onto a chair and leaned back, toweling his golden locks.
"Good morning." Roy glanced back at the other at the words.
"Morning." the general replied, taking a sip of the whiskey-coffee. Even though he'd just woken up, he still sounded extremely tired.
"What's got the soon-to-be Fuhrer so down, eh?"
"Nothing, Ed. I'm not down." Roy mumbled. It was a gulp from the mug this time. He could feel a bit of a buzz.
"Really? Cause you sure look like it. Not to mention there's a new bottle of whiskey open on the counter and some of it's missing. We haven't even had breakfast yet." The dark-haired man glanced at the bottle, silently swearing. "Whiskey's the alcohol you drink when you're upset." Edward pointed out, pausing in towel-drying his hair. Neither said anything for a while. He continued with his hair and Roy continued cooking. "You were drinking yesterday, too. And… Really, Mustang, what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, Fullmetal. Now drop it." Roy snapped, slamming a spatula down on the counter. Wide gold eyes met narrowed onyx ones and held.
"O-okay." Ed stuttered, finally looking away and finishing with his hair. Something wasn't right. He'd never noticed before, but it was completely obvious now. Roy didn't even realize how far he'd fallen into depression, so how could Edward- someone who hardly ever came around the general- notice that something was wrong? But, now that that he had, he was determined to find out just what it was. And just what the fuck was up with those dreams.
First thing was first, though: He needed food, and he needed to get rid of the fucking horrible headache that he'd woken up with.
The phone rang. Sighing, Roy turned the burners down and went into the hall to answer it. Edward could hear his muffled greeting.
"Fullmetal, your wife's on the phone."
Edward groaned and threw his head back, covering his face with his hands and almost falling out of the chair. He'd really rather not talk to her.
"Tell her I'm dead!"
"Man up." was the deadpan reply. Groaning again- even louder this time- he got up and stomped to the phone. Edward reluctantly picked up the phone and held it near his ear.
"Hello?"
"You bastard! Where the fuck are you?" Winry screeched in his ear, causing him to flinch.
"Win." It got quiet on the other end. "I'll be gone a few more days. I need some time to think. Then we need to talk. Things aren't working between us."
"What do you mean, Edward? You're not go-"
"I don't know what I'm going to do yet. That's why I'm thinking." She proceeded to yell at him, overusing the words fuck and bastard. Edward only half listened, holding the phone away from his ear so he'd be able to hear afterwards. Roy even poked his head in the door, cocking an eyebrow at the blond.
'Save yourself and run like hell.' he mouthed, and the dark-haired alchemist took the advice, leaving the blond alone in the hall with a pissed-off wife yelling at him over the phone.
And... WOOHOO ANOTHER CHAPTER! Lovin' it? Hatin' it? Should I just stop writing? Lemme know in a review, yeah?
Edward: She, surprisingly, has not taken my crack today.
Roy: That would be why she's not completely nutso.
Me: Crap! I forgot to do that! Also, I've over-used the Big Ones (Aerosmith) CD by playing Rag Doll over and over and over and over. O.O I think I've gone insane. Maybe. CRACK! -runs off-
Edward: Shit! Not my crack! -runs after me-
Roy: Well... Uh... Bye?
Me: -screams "REVIEW" from some random place that no one can see-
hugs&kisses~ Madarao