OMG AH! This is the shortest chapter for this story! T_T I am so disappointed in myself. But at least it got done! Yesterday morning, I only had about a page and a half done. And, when I say page, I mean the front page of a sheet of paper. I worked a lot today and yesterday. I've also almost got the next chapter of Used and Abused finished. I was hoping I'd get it done sooner, but ah well. Things don't always work out like we want. The next chapter of Perfect Lies and Absolute Truths... has not even been started. -cowers- And the next chapter for Down the Rabbit Hole- my new Fullmetal Alchemist/Alice in Wonderland (2010) crossover that you really should check out- has half a page typed. Oh yeah. I'm that... terrible. AND RAMBLING!
Edward: You talk... so much. The hell is wrong with you?
Roy: Now, now, Edward. I'm sure it's not her fault. She can't help it.
Me: You two are so mean to me. T_T ANYWAYS!
Thank you to all my readers and favoriters/alerters! And loads of thanks (and cookies!) to my reviewers! I love you guys!
Disclaimer: I am not a cow-lady. I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist. Winry is not dead, and Roy and Edward aren't fucking in every chapter. NO OWNZ! My night was just ruined. Steven Tyler shall fix it.
Warnings: Foul language, Winry-bitch, SMEXY YAOI SEX, Winry-bitch, this-authoress-is-certifiably-insane, AAAAND Winry-bitch. =D
Enjoy!
This morning, instead of waking up on a foreign couch in an unfamiliar living room, Edward woke up in a comfortable bed in a very familiar bedroom. His hand was in Roy's face- the flesh hand, thankfully for the dark-haired man. An arm was under him, right at his waist. He smiled, turned over, and was met with coal-black eyes.
"Didn't know you were awake."
"I'd appreciate it if you removed your hand from my face." Roy replied, voice muffled behind the blond's hand. He nipped playfully at the fingers in front of his mouth before they moved. Cold, steel toes nudged his calf.
"I'm hungry, Roy." Ed whined, flipping onto his side. The front of his body pressed against the other man's side, automail ankle hooking around Roy's knee. The tip of his tongue traced a vein. "Get me something."
"Get it yourself, lazy ass." The blond stuck his bottom lip out and made sure Roy could see it.
"Fine." And so he dragged Roy- bitching and complaining- out of the room, down the stairs, and into the kitchen. "Food. Now." He pointed to the cabinets, then hopped up on the counter. The dark-haired man sighed.
"You'll have to have oatmeal or toast or something. I gotta do some shopping."
"That'll do." Edward mumbled as the older man's hips pushed his legs open farther than they had been. One hand caught his arm, flipping his palm up and brushing his lips across the scar- the reminder of the day he'd slashed his wrist open and let his blood run. His fingers twitched. God that felt good. Roy nipped it, and the blond's breath hissed out from between his teeth, his skin tingling in pleasure.
"All your scars so sensitive?"
"The wrist… and automail." Fingers brushed the raised skin on his shoulder, right near the automail port, as the tip of a warm, slick tongue slipped across the white scar on Ed's wrist. "Hope you know what you're asking for." Roy answered by kissing up the blond's arm, nuzzling the crook of his neck. A hand worked at the sensitive, scarred flesh on his left leg, unhidden by his boxers- the only thing he was wearing. The dark-haired man licked in the hollow right behind his ear. "Nngh… Roy…"
"I missed you- us- a lot."
"I'm here now." Edward turned his head, catching Roy's bottom lip between his teeth. He sucked on it, teeth still holding it in place, until Roy groaned loudly, fingers pressing in just the right spot. The blond gasped, releasing the other's lip. "Come on. Now. Want it." he groaned, arching against his lover.
"Right here?"
"Mhm!" And Roy couldn't come up with any reason not to.
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"They're probably still asleep."
"Shut up, Al. I don't give a damn." Winry snapped, setting her bag down on the doorstep. They jumped at a bang from the inside, followed by a long string of curses- Edward. "Bet they won't be able to hear."
A few minutes later, the doorknob hit the ground on either side of the door. The blond mechanic grinned and stood up, shoving it open. She picked up her bag and walked inside.
"Win… Don't you think we should knock?"
"Already in now." Alphonse sighed and hurried after her. Mei hadn't come. She'd stopped at a bakery not too fary away and promised to catch up with them real soon.
"Nngh, fucking hell!" Winry stomped in the direction Edward's voice was coming from. She pushed a door open… and froze, bag hitting the floor by her feet. Ed swore again, grip on the edge of the counter tightening so hard it was a miracle he didn't break it. His head was tossed back, fingers of his free hand tangled in the dark hair of Roy Mustang- womanizer of Central- not so much. But the worst (BEST) part was that the older alchemist was thrusting into the blond. The tip of his tongue ran right along the edge of Edward's automail port, making the younger alchemist arch into him and come, white semen spurting over both of their stomachs. Roy's shoulders tensed, the only indication that he'd finished as well.
Winry muffled a choked sound behind her hand, wide blue eyes tearing up. By now, Edward had let his head fall against Roy's shoulder, arm limply hanging around the man's neck. At the sound, he tilted his head so he could see the door, eyes half-lidded and tired. It took a few quiet moments for him to realize Winry was standing in the doorway, crying, and Alphonse was standing behind her, mouth hanging wide open.
"Brother!"
"Why's the doorknob to the front door off?" The voice got closer with every word, and Mei finally appeared in the doorway. "Hey, what's everybo- Eep!" Nicholas was perched on her hip, and she quickly shielded his eyes with her hand, turning around as well.
"Mother of fuck!" Edward groaned, jerking upright. Of course, Roy was still in him, and the jerking motion really hadn't been such a good idea. They both moaned, still sensitive. Winry choked back a sob, looking away as the blond shoved his lover's shoulder lightly. Roy took the hint and, after they'd both taken a breath to ready themselves, pulled out of the younger quickly. Ed had to cover his mouth to keep from making any noise, but the dark-haired man had always been a lot less vocal and didn't need to. The shorter man's boxers were still hanging around his right ankle; they'd had so much trouble when the stupid things had gotten caught on Edward's automail that, when the general had finally gotten them loose and they'd failed to slip off his flesh foot, they'd said 'Fuck it.' and forgotten about the fucking boxers. The things weren't in their way, anyways.
"I don't think 'mother of fuck' was a good choice of words." Alphonse pointed out quietly, eyes still huge.
"Thank you so much, Al. That really fucking helps." Edward was flushed bright red and avoiding eye contact with anyone, as was Roy.
"What the hell, Edward? Is this why you wanted a divorce? So you could fuck with your fag boyfriend and not have to worry about getting caught?" Winry finally screeched. Mei hurried Nicholas out, not wanting him to hear. It had been a close enough call when they'd all walked in on Edward and Roy getting it on. "Why the fuck did you marry me if you're a fucking queer? How long has this even been going on?" She wiped her blue eyes on her jacket sleeve, pausing for air.
"That's enough, Winry. You may be pissed, but you are not going to go there." Edward glared at her, sliding off the counter and pulling his boxers on. "Especially after you fucking broke into my boyfriend's house. And as for how long this has been going on: Five years, before you even considered marrying me." Winry gaped at her husband, then narrowed her eyes at Roy.
"You pedophile! He was fifteen! How the fuck could you take advantage-"
"Get the fuck out. Now. How the fuck do you think you're going to blame this on Roy? I started it. Both times, five years ago and yesterday after I decided I wanted a divorce. Yesterday, he didn't want it because I was married. It was my fault. Now leave. And put the doorknob back in place before you do so. I believe Mei said it was missing?" His tone was cold, harsh, and dismissive. Without waiting for an answer, he brushed past her and Alphonse, then stomped up the stairs to the bathroom; he wasn't hungry anymore, which just proved how pissed he was. Winry let out a frustrated scream before picking up her bag and storming out of the front door, leaving the doorknob where it was on the ground.
"Well, this is not turning out like I thought it would." Up until now, both Alphonse and Roy had remained quiet, thinking it best to stay out of the married couple's fight. But, since Edward and Winry had both left, Alphonse had decided it was safe to speak again.
"Why didn't you call and warn us?" Roy asked, swallowing hard; his throat was dry.
"Didn't have a chance. Besides, I didn't know this was what she was planning. Or that you and Ed would be fucking on the kitchen counter, for that matter." he replied, smirking. The dark-haired man looked away from Al and to the spot on the counter where Edward had been sitting. That would have to be cleaned. Soon.
"It just sorta… happened. Didn't know we'd have company that would just walk in on us." Roy shot Al a pointed looked, leaning against a counter and picking up the bottle of whiskey from yesterday. He took a drink, making a face as the burning alcohol hit his empty stomach.
"Sorry."
"Eh. I'm going to clean up. You, Mei, and Nicholas are welcome to make yourselves at home." Unlike Ed's, his boxers had remained on. Of course, he still had the blond's cum on his stomach, and it made this rather awkward. But Alphonse didn't look as if he was paying it much attention.
"Good idea." the younger Elric turned and went off to find Mei, thanking Roy over his shoulder.
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"Mei, can you watch Nicholas for me?" The dark-haired Xingese girl looked at him suspiciously but nodded, holding her arms out for the blond baby.
"Why?"
"Going to see a man about a divorce."
"I could've watched him." Roy pointed out. Edward and Mei both raised an eyebrow at him, then she shrugged and handed Nicholas over to Roy. The general held the young boy at arm's length, both staring at each other. Then Nicholas started crying, occasionally screaming, and the dark-haired man's expression dropped into a scowl as both Mei and Edward burst out laughing.
"I don't think he likes you very much. The alkahestrist pointed out, taking Nicholas back.
"You can come with me, Roy." The blond leaned over and kissed his son's cheek before opening the door; he'd put the doorknob back on the day before after Winry had left.
"Bye-bye, Daddy!" Nicholas called, waving his chubby little hand in the air.
"Bye, Nicholas. Daddy'll be back real soon." Edward smiled softly and left, dragging Roy along behind him.
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"Got 'em! Finally!" The blond laughed as he raced into the room, brandishing a stack of stapled papers. "Sorry it took so long; had to discuss shit and sign these fucking things. But at least that means this'll all be over. I'll be completely yours again, just like I promised." Roy drank the last swallow of whiskey from his flask, taking the papers from Edward and scanning over them.
"You sure about this?"
"Absolutely positive."
"Alright then."
"Now to convince Alphonse to take them to her." Ed shot a wicked grin out of the window. The dark-haired man was silent for a few moments.
"I think I'm gonna need more whiskey."
I really don't like Winry. I just... ugh. Breaking and entering. How dare she! So, what did you think of this (tragically short! -sobbing in corner because I failed you-) chapter? Liked it? Loved it? Hated it? Should I put down the pencil and spare you all? REVIEW AND LEMME KNOW OR I SHALL HUNT YOU ALL DOWN AND KILL YOU! IN MY DREAMS! I was told by a very smart singer that if I dream on, my dreams will come true.
Edward: -in the background so I can't hear him- -cough-StevenTyler.-cough-
Roy: No she won't. She loves you.
Me: Yeah. Roy's right. I do love you. So I won't dream about killing you. I'll dream about Roy and Edward fucking! =D
Edward: -groans- Why?
Roy: She actually does do that.
Me: Why do you keep ruining shit, you bastard? Anywho! Don't forget to leave a review! It only take a minute, and it makes me really happy! (Also, I /do/ try to get back to all reviews so the ones that leave them know I actually /read/ their reviews, but sometimes it's really hard and I get behind. So I'm sorry! I really do read the reviews, though, and I loooove them! =D) Ciao!
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