How're you guys doin' tonight? I know you're all anxious to get on to the story, ne? I've been told this story is turning out as good as Fading Too Fast, and you have no idea /how/ good that makes me feel! Like I've said before, sequels don't usually turn out as good as the originals, and I was really /really/ worried about that. But to hear that's it turning out well... I can breathe a sigh of relief. ^^

Edward: Don't get any kind of mushy, now. I don't do that.

Roy: Mm, you do with me.

Me: You two save it for the story. Right, so I'll stop talking, get on with the things I have to, and then you can read, right?

Thank you to /everyone/ who's been reading and to the people favoriting/alerting this story/me. Even more thanks to those leaving reviews, because then I know what you think and you're making me squeal and just /want/ to write even more. I love all of you! =D

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist; it belongs to Hiromu Arakawa. If I /did/ own it, lovely things would happen between Roy and Edward, and evil things would happen to Winry. Because I hate her. Yes I do.

Warnings: Foul language. Winry. And, what we've /aaaaall/ been waiting for- and don't deny it because I knoooow you have been- lemony, RoyEd goodness! =D

Enjoy the chapter- I /know/ you will!

"Can I borrow the phone?" Roy, greatcoat half off, looked up at the blond who'd asked the question.

"Uh, yeah. Go ahead." Edward hung his coat on the rack and nodded his thanks, toeing off his boots before walking down the hall to the phone. Roy made a beeline for the kitchen- and the whiskey bottle in the cabinet beside the sink. This was one phone call he wasn't looking forward to; not because of the reason he was making it, but because he didn't want to have to put up with a load of bitching. Regardless, he took a deep breath and picked up the phone, quickly dialing the number and pressing it to his ear. He was about to chicken out and put the phone down agow ain when the phone on the other end was picked up.

"Rockbell's automail. How can I help you?"

"Hey, Grannie. How ya doin'?" Edward asked, scratching the back of his head.

"Boy, you're stalling. What d'you want?" Pinako had that tone to her voice; the suspicious, don't-jerk-me-around tone.

"Can I talk to Winry?" There was a long pause, then a sigh.

"You've decided, haven't you?"

"Yeah."

"I'll get her." The phone was set down, he assumed, for he heard a slight thump. Then there was silence as the old woman went to get her granddaughter. Edward started nervously playing with the phone cord again. This wasn't something he'd ever thought he'd have to do, though he certainly wasn't unhappy that it had come to this. What he was unhappy with was his decision to marry her in the first place. Now that he looked back, he had to wonder what he'd been thinking. What about Roy? How the hell could he have forgotten the two of them, together and fucking happy? It sort of made him want to bang his head against a wall.

"You'd better have a good reason as to why you're not here, Elric." The menacing voice on the other end of the line snapped him back from his thoughts, and he recognized it as his wife.

"I told you I wouldn't be home for a few more days."

"You meant that?"

"Of course I did, Winry." The blond paused and took a deep breath. "I think it's best if we separate. Best for us and for Nicholas." It got really quiet between them. "Winry?"

"What the hell, Edward Elric? Why the fuck did you marry me and have a baby with me if you were just going to divorce me two years later?" the mechanic screeched into the phone. Edward flinched and held the phone away from his ear, shaking his head. When he was sure she was done screaming, he held the phone closer.

"I thought it would work between us. I didn't know. And I didn't mean to make a baby, but you kept dragging me into bed, bitching and whining and making a fuss if I refused."

"Oh, don't try to put all the blame on me, you bastard!"

"It's both of our faults, I know. I was never saying it wasn't. But what I'm saying now is I want a divorce. You know it's for the best. Think about it. I'll be sending the papers over soon."

"Where will you stay?" Winry asked quietly, sounding like she was in shock.

"With Roy, if he'll let me. If not, I'll find somewhere else. Bye, Winry." Edward set the phone down in the cradle without waiting for his wife- soon to be ex-wife- to respond. His back hit the wall and he let out a long breath, one hand covering part of his face. This was all weighing on him; he needed a break from it all; a release.

Roy was leaning against the counter in front of the sink, glass of whiskey raised and eyes locked on something outside. When arms wrapped around his middle, he wasn't all that startled. They were so very familiar, but still foreign at the same time. Except for that little 'adventure' in his office earlier, those arms hadn't been around him for around five years. He'd missed them. A chin dug into his shoulder and he took a drink from the glass.

"What 'cha drinkin' that for?"

"Habit." was the one-word answer that wasn't satisfying enough for Edward. The tip of his tongue traced the shell of the dark-haired man's ear, paying careful attention to the lobe; he'd remembered that Roy's ear was extra-sensitive and it turned the man on. His breath ghosted across the wet skin and he felt the general tense, which brought a smirk to his face.

"Why don't you put that down?" Edward suggested, catching the rim of the glass between his fingers and gently pulling it away. Roy let him have it. There was a light clinking sound as it was set on the counter.

"What'd you need the phone for?" Roy asked as Edward nibbled lightly on his neck. Lips pressed against the spot.

"Does it really matter?" the blond mumbled against his skin, hands slipping up to undo the buttons on Roy's dress shirt.

"It does." A deep sigh breezed across the crook of his neck.

"I called Winry and told her I wanted a divorce. Can we get off the subject now?" Roy smiled at the answer. That was all he'd wanted- needed- to hear. Fingers rolled his nipple and he hissed, head dropping back against the shorter man's shoulder. Edward trailed kisses along the general's jaw line to his lips. It was sloppy; they were facing away from each other, so it was rather hard to get their lips to mold just the way they were supposed to. Somehow, they managed. Ed fought Roy's shirt off as they kissed, hands sliding over every inch of skin they could reach with just the shirt being removed. "Your bed still as big as I remember?" Edward groaned. A string of saliva had connected both of their lips. It wound up breaking halfway through the blond's question.

"Mm, you wanna see?" A hard cock was pressing against his ass; he could feel it through his military pants. His own was straining against its confines.

"Most definitely." His flesh hand squeezed the bulge in the front of the dark-haired man's pants before he dragged the man around. They kissed sloppily on the way up the stairs. Edward lost his shirt somewhere near the bottom. Roy's belt was thrown over the rails at the top, then slipped off and fell to the hallway below. Both of their pants were lost in the hall on the way to Roy's room; who knew how they managed that?

Edward toppled backward and landed hard on the bed, the hand pressed flat on Roy's back dragging him down on top. One knee landed right between his legs, and he wrapped one around it.

"Been a long time, Roy. You sure you're ready?"

"Think I should be asking you that." Edward didn't answer, instead dragging the man down into another deep, rough kiss. Their tongues battled, teeth caught lips and scraped. And still their hands worked furiously to get the other's boxers off. After what seemed like forever- and, after waiting five years, it very well could have been- their bare, sweaty bodies rubbed together, creating delicious friction. Ed moaned loud, tossing his head back, and they hadn't even gotten to the good stuff yet. "Mm, just like I remember, Ed." Roy nipped one of the blond's nipples lightly, relishing in the sounds he made.

The younger man pushed the other up and back against the headboard, kissing him again. They trailed lower and lower until Edward's nose was buried in tight black curls, lips brushing along flushed skin. He heard Roy pant, "Oh God." above him and grinned, tip of his tongue tracing a vein.

"Not quite, but you can call me that if you like." he mumbled, lips brushing the hood of the general's cock as he moved up. Roy didn't have a chance to respond before Edward's lips wrapped around the leaking head, tongue flicking the slit a couple of times before he slid down a bit. His fingers circled the base of the other's cock, pumping hard once. He'd only given one blowjob before- he was out on a mission, Winry had pissed him off, and he really needed release- it would be a while before he could get his lover's whole cock in his mouth and down his throat, if he could even fit that much without puking. His other hand came up and traced the inside of pale thighs, across, and fondled the other man's balls as he sucked. One particularly hard suck, he squeezed. It had the desired affect: Roy screamed in ecstasy, releasing in the blond's mouth. Edward worked him for as long as he could, swallowing every bit of semen that got in his mouth, licking his lips, and cleaning up around his lover's cock.

"Nngh, Ed." Roy breathed, fingers tightening in the blond's hair. When had they gotten there? Edward hadn't even noticed.

"Mm, now we're gonna have to get you hard again." He got up on his knees, draping his arms around the general's shoulders and kissing him hard on the mouth. The tip of his tongue swept across pale lips, his own bruised and swollen. The other allowed entrance into his mouth, too dazed to offer any form of protest, and the younger slipped his tongue inside so Roy could taste himself on his lover's tongue. They broke apart, Ed dragging his lips along the other's jaw line again. "How about a little show, huh? Think that'll help?"

"Hmm." Roy mumbled noncommittally in response.

"Mm, thought so." Ed grinned and slipped one finger on his flesh hand into the dark-haired man's mouth. "Go on." The other arched a brow at him, working out where this was going, and slicked the blond's finger with his spit. After a few moments, Ed settled back on the mattress, legs apart. His left arm wrapped around his leg, slick finger circling his entrance. Slowly, he slipped it inside, gritting his teeth slightly. He had to give himself a second to get used to it before he could move. It had been a while since there'd been anything in him. Edward moaned Roy's name, moving the single digit in and out of himself quickly.

"Nngh, Roy." the blond panted, looking up at the man through lust-darkened eyes. "Want you in me. Nooooow." His finger pressed against his prostate on the last word, causing it to come out on a low, breathy moan. Roy was already getting hard again, and Ed couldn't help a weak yet triumphant smirk. He pulled his finger out, biting his lip, and got up on his knees. One nipple was caught between his teeth, tip of his tongue teasing it lightly as his flesh hand wrapped around the other man's cock. After a few strokes, Roy growled and pushed Edward down on his back. "Mm, now that's more like it."

"You talk too much." the dark-haired man groaned, kissing the blond hard on the mouth.

"Come on, I'm ready." he whined as he pulled his lips away, bucking against the general so their swollen cocks were pressed together between their bodies, making both men groan and hiss in pleasure. "Fingers, mouth, now." he growled in what was meant to be a threatening tone, but it simply came out breathless and needy.

"Gonna need more'n that." Roy leaned over the blond- who took advantage of the position and started licking along the man's stomach- and reached for the tube of lube in his bedside drawer. He covered his fingers with it, hand slipping down so one finger could rest against the other's entrance- slight warning- then pushed in. Edward groaned, back arching.

"Hurry the hell up. None of that gentle-first-time shit. Already been through that once." the younger man hissed, nails on his left hand digging into Roy's shoulder.

"Alright, alright." Another finger was added. Edward squeezed his eyes shut, teeth digging into his lip. The other man kissed his cheek, slowly kissing over to his lips. Roy's free hand pumped Ed's cock to distract him from the discomfort.

"AGHFUCKDAMMITSHIIIIIT!" the blond howled, very close to the other's ear since he'd barely ripped his lips away in time. The general smirked, curling his fingers so they brushed against Edward's prostate again. Blond hair shook loose from the braid as he tossed his head, moaning loudly. The third finger was added, thrusting in a few times and brushing the young alchemist's sweet spot before spreading apart. "Enough. In. Now." Ed's narrowed eyes, lust-ridden behind the lids, locked on Roy's own gaze. Who was he to deny Edward what he wanted? He slipped his fingers out- brushing the other's prostate one more time and causing him to arch his back- and covered his own cock with lube.

"Ready?"

"Now, dammit, or I'll fucking die." His eyes were squeezed closed, fingers and toes digging into the mattress. Hands landed on his hips, pulling him down as Roy thrust forward. Edward let out a string of curses- some he couldn't even make out considering how fast the blond's mouth was moving, not to mention the dark-haired man was on cloud nine and didn't really give a fuck. Ed was as tight as he'd been the very first time, and damn it had just been too long. "Move!"

Edward wrapped his legs around Roy's waist, pushing the man farther inside of him. When the other leaned over him, nipping his neck, and started thrusting into him. They were both moving: Roy into Edward, and Edward back against Roy. The blond tossed his head back, cursing loudly again. The older man traced his tongue down the arch of the other's neck, paying careful attention to his Adam's apple, before going lower and biting the crook of his neck. Heels- both automail and flesh- dug into his lower back as Edward howled curses again.

"G-G-Gonna… Nngh!" Edward groaned, tightening around the other man's cock as he climaxed. Roy wasn't far behind, releasing in the younger man only moments later. He panted into the crook of his partner's neck, both of them sweaty and sticky. It was a while before either of them could breath even close to normally. "Need a mop 'n' bucket to clean this one up." the blond finally said, still slightly breathless.

"You may be right about that." Roy laughed, pulling out of his lover and flopping over beside him.

"You left a mark, didn't you?"

"Mm, yeah, I think so. Cause you're mine."

"Think I should return the favor." Edward mumbled, turning on his side and wrapping his arms around his lover's hips. He kissed the side of Roy's neck, biting and licking and sucking until there was a mark. "Mine." he mumbled, kissing it one more time.

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"I'm going to go talk to him. How many times do I have to tell you that, Alphonse?" Winry snapped, slamming more clothes into her suitcase. "Fucking bastard, wanting a divorce. The hell's he thinking?" she mumbled under her breath, grabbing a skirt out of her closet.

"I'm coming with you."

"No you are not."

"He's my brother. I can go to see him if I want to." Alphonse replied as he turned and left the room. He could hear her bitching until he closed the door of his and Mei's room. The dark-haired girl looked up at him, pausing in braiding her hair.

"What's going on?" she asked, giving him a knowing look.

"I'm going with Winry to Central."

"Then I'm coming, too." She finished with her braid and stood up, pulling a suitcase out of their closet.

"Wouldn't have it any other way." Their closet was almost empty by the time they'd finished packing. Winry's was as well.

"Grannie, we'll be gone a while. Think you can handle things around here?"

"Of course I can, Winry. Go on."

"Bye, Grannie." Al said as he led the way out the door. She watched them from the porch as they disappeared, smoking her pipe.

"This won't go well, Den." the old woman mumbled, patting the dog's head as she turned around and walked back into the house. Den whimped, ducking her head and covering her muzzle with her paws before she, too, hurried into the house after her owner. The door shut firmly behind them, lock snapping in place. Pinako was usually right; this time was no exception.

Mmm, delicious, yeah? Don't you just love me for it? I knew you would. Do I even have to suggest that you "hate" it? Didn't think so. So, leave a review and let me know just how much you loved it! I'd looooove getting them!

Edward: Someone's full of themselves.

Roy: Be quiet. This is too beautiful a moment to ruin with words.

Edward and I: Wow... -blink, blink-

Me: So, anyways, I am very aware of just how conceited I am. Now silence. I'm talking. Go back under the covers with Roy; shoo shoo.

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