I. Itch. Son of a bitch, apparently it wasn't enough that I had the German measles when I was a baby. Now, majority of my family is convinced I have the measles. I'm going to the doctor Monday to confirm this. But, my God, they itch. For those of you that have had them, I'm sorry. For those that haven't? You lucky bastards. But, yes, we think I have them. T_T Now I'll have to miss /more/ school. I guess this is my body's way of making up for not being seriously sick for a few years. One time I get put in the hospital, the next I have measles (probably), all in one school year! Fuck this.
Edward: -sigh- She's kinda pissed about it, in case you couldn't tell.
Roy: You guys haven't had to listen to it all day.
Me: Well, I have a right to complain! Why don't I just give them to you?
Edward: Already had them.
Roy: Please don't.
Me: Humph. I'll quit complaining, then. Anyways, this is a longer chapter. NOT SHORT! =D So you guys don't have to hate me!
Thanks to all my readers and the people who favorite/alert me/this story! Many thanks to my reviewers! I love reading the reviews; most make me giggle, all make me feel loved! =D
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST! I might own a pair of chopsticks; I might own a Newton's cradle; hell, I might even own a couple of random Ramune bottles, but I do not, in any way, own Fullmetal Alchemist, and I never claimed to.
Warnings: Foul language. Winry-bitch. Lemony goodness. Maybe a bit of crude/terribly bad humor. I am insane, do not forget this, so this story is probably... insane...
So, enjoy the chapter!
The papers were clasped firmly in his hand, resting against his thigh as he knocked loudly on the hotel room's door with his knuckles. How his brother had talked him into doing this, Alphonse didn't know. It could have been that Edward had so uncharacteristically gotten down on his knees, grabbed the hem of Al's jacket in both of his hands, and begged him to take the divorce papers to Winry. Or maybe he'd agreed to do it because he was afraid the mechanic would try to either strangle him or bash his brains out- another strong possibility being that she'd cut his dick off. Not that Alphonse wasn't worried she'd take it out on him, but she wouldn't be near as pissed.
"Yeah?" The door opened and Winry stepped forward just a bit, using the door for support. Her large blue eyes were puffy and bloodshot, still shining from the tears. She was in sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt, and her long hair was a fucking disaster, like she'd been lying in bed crying for two days.
"Can I come in?"
"Yeah." She stepped aside and Al pushed away from the doorframe. He offered her a weak smile as he walked by her.
"You okay?" he asked after she'd shut the door.
"Yeah."
"That all you can say?"
"No."
"You don't have to pretend to be okay, you know." Winry sighed softly and looked up at him, hands fisted in her pockets. He smiled again. It didn't reach his eyes, and she noticed.
"I'm fine, Al. Why'd you come here?" Alphonse gave her a look that said he wasn't happy about her insisting she was fine and changing the subject, but he let it drop for now. He held the divorce papers out for her and she took them hesitantly.
"Ed wanted me to bring them to you. He wants you to give them back- signed- as soon as possible."
"Why didn't he come himself?"
"Probably because you're pissed at him and might have tried to kill him."
"I would no-"
"You could have. Every time you hit him with a wrench, you could have killed him. And now you're even more pissed." he cut her off, eyes narrowed intensely. Winry scowled at him, then looked over the papers quickly."
"He got them already? How? It's only been a couple of days! Doesn't it usually take longer?" she asked, dropping the stack on a side table.
"I dunno." Al shrugged.
"Tell him I won't sign them."
"What?"
"Not until he comes down here himself and gives me a real explanation."
"He'll be even more pissed." the younger Elric warned, tugging on his jacket sleeves.
"Yeah, well, that'll make two of us." Winry snapped, turning on her heel and walking into the small area that served as a kitchen.
"I'm gone, Win!"
"Bye! And don't forget to tell that bastard what I said- if he's not too busy fucking with his boyfriend in the backyard!" she called back, sounding upset again. Alphonse let out a long-suffering sigh and let himself out, leaving the divorce papers on the small table.
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"No! Not like that! He'll hate you!"
"He already hates me!" Roy huffed, allowing Edward to take Nicholas back. The blond laughed, bouncing his son to calm him down.
"He doesn't hate you, Roy. Neither of you are used to each other, and you have to hold him right, okay?"
"How the fuck do you hold a baby 'right?'"
"You just do. Isn't that right, Nicholas?"
"Yuh-huh, Daddy! Righ'!" the boy agreed, nodding resolutely. Ed laughed at the expression on his face, and Roy had to crack a smile. He'd been surprised to find out Nicholas knew a fair number of words already; he was so much like his father. Too much, Ed worried. Damn, the boy even looked like Ed had when he was that age, and he didn't seem to be changing in any way. He had Trisha's nose, just like Al, and Winry's lips and hands. But, other than that, he was the spitting image of Edward, right down to the sheer gold color of his eyes.
"Now, try again."
"But he'll scream."
"Don't be a baby."
"Hey, Ed. Gotta talk to you." Alphonse was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame as he watched them.
"How long have you been there?"
"Long enough to know… he fucking hates you, Roy."
"Thanks, Al. As if we didn't know that already." the dark-haired man replied bitterly, running a hand through his hair and messing it up. Edward grinned, opening his mouth to tell Roy that that was one of his jobs.
"Ed. Talk. Now." Al grabbed his automail wrist, glaring at him.
"Fine." The blond passed Nicholas to Roy- who gave him a surprised look- then let his brother drag him out. "Just a few minutes; you can't piss him off that much." he called over his shoulder, chuckling. "Can't believe Nicholas 'hates' him so much. 'Specially when I love him like I do." The last part was quieter and, when Alphonse looked back, his brother was smiling softly, a faraway look in his eyes. It was so out of character and made him so happy that he almost turned around and tackled the older Elric. Instead, he dragged Ed into the library, leaning against the door to close it. "So, Al, what was so important?" he asked, smirking.
"Winry says she won't sign the papers."
"What?"
"She won't sign the divorce papers until you go give her an explanation. A phone call will not work."
"Dammit! She'd rather stay married to me when I'm with Roy rather than sign the fucking things? And all for another explanation?" Edward sighed and plopped down on Roy's desk, slapping a hand over his face. "Son of a bitch, she's gonna make this hell."
"It's not all her fault, ya know." Al pointed out quietly, crossing his arms over his chest, head tipping forward. "It really is the both of you making this hard." Ed glared at his brother, pushing off of the desk.
"I know that." he snapped, walking over to the door. When Al didn't move, he opened his mouth to say something.
"Don't make this any harder on her. She'll do the same for you."
"Fat chance." the blond mumbled, pushing his way out since his brother had moved from in front of the door. He heard Alphonse sigh and follow him out, down the front hall, and into the kitchen. By now, he knew where Roy kept the whiskey. It still surprised him how much of the stuff was kept around the house. Ed grabbed a new bottle- he could've sworn there was one that was half full in the cabinet earlier- and opened it, taking a swig. "Damn, he drinks too much."
"You're drinking right now."
"It's different. I don't guess you'd notice like I do, cause you're not around him like I am." he mumbled, shaking his and bringing the bottle to his lips. "I wanna help him. But I… I don't really know how."
"Ed-"
"I'm going to go check on Roy and Nicholas. I haven't heard either of them screaming, so I don't know whether I should be relieved or worried to death." Edward cut in, taking another drink before capping the bottle and putting it back in the cabinet.
"I'm sure they're fine. Nikki's not even two; how much harm could he do?"
"Shaddap." The blond used the rail to pull himself up the stairs, making a big show of it. Alphonse followed slowly behind, grumbling under his breath about Ed not sharing anything always being so stubborn. Of course, that was his brother, and he wouldn't have had his body back if Edward wasn't so stubborn. "Holy shit, Roy. What'd you do?"
"I used to like it when I was younger. So… I tried it." Roy answered, shrugging. Nicholas was making loud noises in his throat to hear the way it sounded every time the dark-haired man holding him under the arms bounced his knee. "I guess he likes it, too."
"Roy!" Nicholas cooed, drawing the name out so he could hear the way it sounded. Edward stared silently for a few moments, lips parted, then he started laughing.
"You bounce him on your knee and he falls in love with you? Damn. Did you do that to me?" he asked, still chuckling. The dark-haired man lifted an eyebrow, not faltering in bouncing the child on his knee.
"No, but I could if you wanted." Roy grinned and, behind Ed, Al felt his cheeks pinken slightly. "The other knee is free." His eyes flickered down to his bare knee, then back up and locked with bright golden ones.
"Do I need to get Nikki out of here so he won't see you clawing at each other?" Alphonse asked. They both looked back at him, smirking when the blush on his cheeks was noted.
"Nah. Not for a few minutes. Mei'll be up to take him from me in a little while, anyways. She won't let me change his diapers. Something about me not being able to do it right."
"Well, you can't do it right. And you two always end up having a screaming contest when you try."
"You two scream at each other?" Roy asked, surprised.
"Well… He doesn't like it, so he screams. And I scream trying to get him to shut up, so… Yeah?" Edward shrugged his shoulders because he knew it sounded really ridiculous. It also pissed off Winry and the rest of the house.
"Yes. He really does. Why? We can only guess." a female voice said from the door. Mei walked in and took Nicholas off of Roy's knee. "Come on, Nicholas. Let's go change your diaper and get something to eat, okay?"
"Otay, Auntie Mei-Mei!" Nicholas giggled as the dark-haired girl carried him out. Al excused himself and followed them, leaving Ed and Roy alone in the room. That had probably been why the younger Elric had left: Without a child in the room, the two could do what they wanted, and he didn't want to be there to see that.
"Why don't you try that bouncing thing on me now?" Edward swung a leg over Roy's knee, locking his hands around the man's neck. He rocked against the other's thigh, leaning forward and dragging his lips along the dark-haired man's jaw. "Come on. Please?"
"How can I argue?" Roy conceded and began bouncing his leg slightly, pushing his heel off of the floor.
"I don't think it's gonna work."
"Hm?"
"Can't love you anymore than I already do." Ed clarified, nipping Roy's bottom lip, then kissing him. He felt a tongue slide across his lips, and he opened his mouth to let it in. He rocked against the other man's knee faster, harder. His pants were too tight by now, which was really pissing him off and he wanted to take the damn things off already; or, better yet, have Roy do it for him. Finally, after they'd battled for dominance and the older man had won, the blond pulled away for air. "Somewhere… different. Won't be… disturbed." he panted, sliding down from the other's knee and dragging him towards the door.
"Can you two not go a full day?" Mei asked irritably, stopping at the top of the stairs. Roy's free hand had found its way up under Ed's shirt, brushing lightly across his hipbone and playing lightly right above the waist band of his pants.
"Nope. Not really."
"I guessed."
"Look, it hasn't been that long. It… might slack off after a few days." the blond replied, shrugging. Though he knew it was highly unlikely. This was him and Roy, after all.
"Just keep it down. I'm about to put Nicholas down for his nap, and I don't want you waking him up."
"We'll do our best." By now, Roy had started biting his lover's neck softly. They stumbled into the bathroom like that.
"What are we doing in here?" the dark-haired man asked, bringing his lips just far enough away from the other's neck that the words would be understandable.
"The shower might muffle us some." He shrugged. "Besides, I like you all slick and wet." he purred seductively, smirking. "Now shut up and get your pants off." Edward helped with that, unbuttoning both his shirt and pants and yanking them off while Roy did the same for him. It was rather hard, actually. Their arms got tangled and actually removing the clothing was hard, but they managed. And somehow the water got turned on; Ed was pretty sure he'd done it with his foot after his pants had been removed and while the general was working at his shirt, which was sort of weird, but he wasn't positive anyways and he wasn't going to worry about it.
Especially not when he'd slipped his boxers off and shoved Roy into the shower ahead of him. He followed, hissing as hot water hammered against his skin, scalding him. "No foreplay. I don't feel like that shit. Now." he ordered, backing up against the wall and pulling Roy with him. The dark-haired man groaned when Edward grabbed his hips and forced their cocks roughly together. "In me. Now."
"You don't want-"
"No. No prep." He wrapped his legs around the man's waist, and, though the general had to brace a hand against the wall so he wouldn't fall over, no time was wasted in following his orders. God damn, he didn't even want to thing about how it would feel if he hadn't been stretched the day before. Of course, the pain didn't last too long, and he was aching for Roy to move by then. He voiced this simply by saying, "Move, dammit!" And move Roy did, not taking long at all to find Ed's sweet spot. The blond shrieked, then cursed loudly.
A fist banging on the door from the other side didn't slow them down at all. "I thought I told you to keep the fuck down?" Mei yelled through the mahogany- at least, that was what Ed thought it was, but that wasn't his particular area; the only wood he knew was Roy's. Edward answered by cursing again, something along the lines of, "Nngh, HOLYFUCKINGSHIT YES RIGHT THERE… Oh, yeah… Mm, yeah, right there, babe!" Mei hit the door again, growling. "Ugh! You two are so infuriating!" Then she stomped off, leaving Roy and Edward hissing and groaning and cursing and shrieking behind her.
Fingernails dug into the pale general's back- leaving long, red, angry trails along his skin- when his long fingers wrapped around Ed's cock, stroking roughly. He was getting close, he knew, and he didn't want to come before his partner. "Come for me, Ed." he whispered, nibbling on the blond's earlobe.
"Nngh, Roy!" Edward moaned, arching against the dark-haired man. His nails dug into his lover's back, seeing stars as he climaxed. Roy wasn't far behind, not that he knew that. He was still dazed when the dark-haired man looked back up, panting heavily. There was one of those goofy grins on the blond's face, eyes unfocused and angled towards the ceiling. Roy sighed and cleaned the sticky, white cum of both of their stomachs. "Mm, you've no idea how good you are."
"I see you've found your voice again."
"Mm." Nicholas was crying in the background, which Edward just now noticed. "I think we disturbed him."
"Maybe we should get out."
"Yeah." They dried off and got dressed. Mei and Alphonse met them in Roy's study.
"I told you to keep it down." Mei hissed, glaring angrily at them.
"Nicholas probably thinks you were killing each other." Alphonse put in, smothering laughter behind his hand. The Xingese girl elbowed him hard in the ribs, effectively silencing him.
"Now, you go stop him from crying and put him back to sleep. Because I got him to sleep the first time, and you woke him up." She pushed Edward out of the door, and down the hall to the room Nicholas was supposed to be sleeping in. "The hell is wrong with you people?" she grumbled to herself, gesturing to the door. He sighed and went in, picking Nicholas up and cradling him against his chest, bouncing him lightly.
"Sh, Nikki. It's okay. Daddy's here. Everything's fine. It'll be okay." he murmured, cradling his son's head. Of course, he knew it would be a hard road; nothing was fine or even close to it. But he could tell Nicholas it was, if only to allow his son to sleep peacefully for a few more days. The baby had stopped crying by now, his head resting heavily against his father's shoulder. It took no time to get him to fall back to sleep, and he lay him back down on the bed again, kissing his forehead lightly before sneaking out and closing the door quietly.
"He asleep again?" Roy mumbled, coming up behind his blond lover.
"Yeah. Probably be out for a couple of hours." Ed replied, leaning back against the other.
"When're you going to go talk to Winry?"
"Al told you?"
"Mhm."
"Probably tomorrow. Don't have the energy to put up with her today. You wore me out." he answered, smirking. He tilted his head, catching Roy's lips.
God, this is gonna be fucking hell. And it had better be fucking worth it, too, or I'll be pissed. the blond thought when they broke apart.
"I love you."
"I love you, too.
They didn't say it to each other a lot, and know felt like as good a time as any. After all, it had been five years since they'd last said that too each other, not even voicing it when Edward's memories had first returned. But then Alphonse called them down to help with dinner, and the peaceful bubble that had surrounded them for a few moments shattered. Making dinner sounded like a fairly good idea- Edward was starving- and the blond hurried downstairs, Roy trailing after him.
I hadn't actually /planned/ on there being any smutty, lemony goodness in this chapter... O.o It just turned out this way. Hm. I wonder if I can write a chapter for this story /without/ smut now? I mean, I'm sure you people don't /mind.../ xD
So, what did ya think? Like it? Love it? Hate it? Should I use my pencil as a back scratcher instead of a writing tool? Why don't you leave a review and let me know? That sounds like a great idea! Don't you think, Edward?
Edward: Sure, sure. -distracted-
Roy: Mmhmm.
Me: Right. Forget you two were "busy." -smirks- Also, I have tapes! -waves video tapes around- I shall be shipping the lovely RoyEd videos out to all you fangirls shortly, and you can repay me by showering me with your love! =D -in her dreamland, of course-
Edward: Bastard.
Roy: Do we need to have another talk? -tugs on gloves-
Me: -gulps- Eep! Uh, so don't forget to review! Ciao! -runs away screaming-
hugs&kisses~ Madarao