Hey everyone. Well here's the next chapter. Took a bit to get out. I knew what I wanted to happen just finding the time to work on it was a pain. I work three jobs. Anyways, I hope you enjoy. I brought in some interesting characters, I hope you'll like. Oh, and standered disclaimers apply.

Roy blinked as he stared at himself in the mirror. His tux's collar was being fixed by his best friend Maes Hughes. Hughes grinned at him through the mirror and patted him on the shoulder. "You look great." Hughes said with a grin. "Your bride is going to think so too. I can't believe you're finally getting married." Hughes wiped a tear from his eye. "After all this time, I thought you'd never find that perfect someone." He said.

Roy just stared at Hughes through the mirror. Oddly enough, neither the fact that Hughes was there or that he was getting married seemed odd. Just the fact that he knew that this should feel odd but wasn't feeling odd, was odd. But who was he getting married to? The name was on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't seem to get it out. He opened his mouth to ask Hughes but Hughes beat him to the punch. "Ah, look at the time. You better get out there the weddings starting and the groom is suppose to wait for the bride not the other way around." Hughes said with a laugh as he pushed Roy out the door.

Hughes followed him up the aisle. The priest was already there but his back was facing them. He looked into the crowed and saw blue. It looked like the entire army was there and of course why would they wear something other then their uniform? Roy ideally wondered why he couldn't just wear his uniform. He stopped when he got to the alter.

He looked around. He felt nervous, not because he didn't know what was going on, he did he was getting married, no it was because he was getting married that he felt nervous. But who was he getting married to? Shouldn't this concern him more?

The priest turned around a large book in his hands Roy looked up to him being that he was still on the floor in front of the alter while the Priest was up on the alter. He blinked, dirty blonde hair, droopy eyes, and of course a cigarette dangling from his lip. Havoc. The only holy man he knew that smoked. Wait….since when was Havoc a holy man? That doesn't make any sense. Just as he was about to make it known that he didn't understand this, the bridal march began and all thoughts of the smoking holy man left Roy's thoughts. He turned around to give his attention to his bride.

Red, red was the first thing the popped in his head. His bride was wearing a very red dress. Why red? Don't brides wear white? There was a red veil in front of her face so he couldn't see her. He held out his hand when she finally got to him and it was grasped by a white gloved hand. Who was behind the veil though? He started going through the list of females he knew, there were so many of them though, so many he'd dated, did other things with. He was often referred to as the ultimate player in East and Central.

He was so focus on trying to figure out who was behind the veil that he jumped when the book was closed. "And so forth." Havoc finished. Roy blinked obviously he missed everything the man said. "Let's just skip to the fun part shall we, Chief?" Havoc grinned largely. "You may kiss the bride."

Roy looked at the veiled woman in front of him. Riza, it has to be Riza. He thought as she slowly started to lift up her veil and Roy saw the blonde hair. His eyes widened considerably when he saw Edward. Edward Elric the Fullmetal Alchemist. He was fucking getting married to a child. He felt himself lean foreword as he mentally tried to get away. What the hell was he doing he can't kiss him, they're not suppose to get married! He's not suppose to get married! Roy felt the briefest contact of Ed's lips as he jutted awake. Roy panted looking wide eyed at everything. This wasn't a church, nope, there was no smell of smoke, and he wasn't married. Oh wait…yes he was. Damn it.

Roy couldn't help but flop back down and groan into the pillow. He was married, married to the same blonde in his dream. It was difficult to believe. Even for him. The very idea of him being married, much less to another male, was so foreign Roy scarcely believed he'd ever come to terms with it. He was married. He ideally wondered how long it would take for him to suffocate himself in the pillow. The sound of the shower filtered though to his ears causing him to pick up his head. Well…at least he was the groom. He shuddered at the thought of it being reversed. That would have just been too strange.

He moved so he was on his back again staring up at the ceiling listening to the water in the shower. That meant that obviously Ed was up. Maybe he's feeling better? Perhaps they should go look around. No, Ed probably needed one more day to fully recover. He'd just go on his own. It's like the boy didn't have enough books to keep him occupied, that little nerd.

He didn't know how long he'd laid there and stared up at the ceiling, letting thoughts run through his head with out any clear indication as to where they were leading to, just going along for the ride. He was pulled out when the sound of water hitting the ceramic tub ceased. The sound of the door handle turning made Roy look up to see his blonde hus…wife, come out wearing nothing but some blue boxers. His blonde hair dripping onto the plush red carpet and the wet automail glistened. He frowned, the whole no shirt and boxer thing really blew his wife concept out the window since it was obvious Ed was not a girl. He pushed himself into a sitting position the blanket falling from his stomach to his lap. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

Ed looked over at Roy not at all embarrassed to be in front of him like that. "Fine." He said simply staring at Roy. Thoughts filled both of their heads as the stared at each other. Married. Neither could wrap their minds around that it just wasn't possible.

Ed looked at Roy a bit. He'd obviously not deemed it necessary to remove yesterday's clothes before going to sleep. His blue button up shirt had the top several buttons undone and favored one side over the other. It was crumbled too. The red blanket covered the slacks he knew he was wearing. Honestly Roy clashed horribly with his surroundings here. Maybe it was just the blue shirt. Ed's golden eyes seemed to 'zoom' in meeting with Roy's unwavering gaze. It was odd like he was remembering something while looking at him. Maybe he was. He continued to stare at the dark eyes and his eyes narrowed a bit. Just what was it that he was looking at? He wasn't that interesting. Dark eyes reacted and narrowed as well and soon the two of them were having a glaring contest for no reason. Just to do it.

Eventually Ed just couldn't take it anymore, the quiet, the glaring for no reason, the fact that his shirt was partially unbutton. "What Colonel Bastard?" He growled to express his irritation.

Roy shook his head and stood up the blanket falling out of his lap. "Nothing." He said. "You sure you're feeling alright?"

"Of course I am." He huffed.

Roy pressed his lips together. "I see. Well I want to play it safe. Go back and lay down. We'll go out tomorrow." He said as he stretched his arms over his head. Ed watched as the shirt slipped back into place on his shoulders but also slipped foreword exposing more of his torso. Not that Ed cared; they were both guys after all.

"I told you I'm fine though." The blonde growled.

"I'm sure you are, but just to be sure I want you to stay in bed." Roy said as he got up to go take a shower. He grabbed some clothes out of the drawers first. "I'll order breakfast when I'm done." He said before disappearing into the bathroom.

Ed sat on the bed pouting. He didn't want to stay here. It was boring here. Then he remembered he had some books. He quickly got up and went to find them. They weren't hard to find. Not in the least. He grinned as he pulled a few out. These were books that he didn't even think Central had. Some he was sure had been banned. He took maybe one or two of those. Hopefully no one will search his belongings. He took a stack and brought it to the bed to start reading. He was so absorbed that he didn't notice anything else around him.

Roy came out of the shower dressed how he deemed casual. A red button up shirt, the first two buttons undone and slacks again. His sleeves were pushed up to his elbows. He looked over at Ed whose nose was stuck in a book. He doubted Ed would notice anything beyond it now. That's good, cause Roy didn't feel like being stuck here. "I'm going out, I'll order you some breakfast before I leave." He said as he moved to grab a long black coat. It was windy out making it a bit cooler then he would have liked but still not as cold as Central.

Ed didn't say anything or make any indication that he had been heard so he just shrugged his shoulders and left. He did make sure to order him more of that hot cereal that he had loved so much.

Roy stuffed his hands in his pant pockets as he headed off. He had no intention of being stuck in the hotel room with Edward. He did not want to pay for damages done to the hotel that would have occurred if he had stayed. It was different in his office, the military paid for it.

A knock at the door interrupted Ed's reading. He looked up and told them to come in when the person announced it was room service. That's right; Roy said he was going to order him something to eat. He watched as a lengthy male rolled the cart in. He looked a few years older then Ed, with short, thick, slightly messy brown hair and hazel eyes. "Good morning." He greeted cheerfully.

"Morning." Ed returned the sentiment and watched him as he moved the silver domed platter in front of him. He hadn't realize how hungry he was until his attention was pulled from his book by cheerful boy. Golden eyes stared at the silver domed platter as if striping it with his eyes. He wondered what was in it. Waffles maybe? Smothered with butter and syrup? Hot biscuits with thick gravy and sausage? Bacon? Eggs? What was in there? He swallowed the moister in his mouth as he waited in anticipation. The cheerful waiter held a white cloth in his hand and he grasped the handle on top of the dome and slowly started to lift it from the tray as if put into slow motion. Ed started making quick guesses. He saw the bottom of what looked to be a white and blue bowl, what could be in it though? Toast, there was a small plate of toast next to it, and on the other side was fruit. But the bowl, what was in it. Finally the dome was fully removed.

The light brunette smiled at him. "We heard you weren't feeling well. We hope that will change soon." He blinked when he saw Ed's shocked face. He looked down at the breakfast, was there something wrong? He didn't see anything. The fruit was fresh, the toast wasn't burnt, there was a rat in the hot cereal, and the milk wasn't turned. So what could possibly be the problem?

"That Bastard!"

Ed had a sour look on his face as he walked. That jerk ordered him hot cereal and milk. Ed had thrown a fit, knocking the stuff on the bed, on those expensive blankets. So now here he was walking along the beach irritated as room service was trying to figure out how to clean the mess. Hopefully the bastard wouldn't find out, but it would serve him right if he had to pay for it.

Ed hugged his red jacket closer to his body when the wind picked up. The wind was cold thus making the temperature cold as well. He grumbled a bit more, wasn't the beach suppose to be nice, warm, and sunny?

He continued walking glaring at everything that past into his line of sight. Including those black things, whatever they are. As he got closer he realized the black things were actually three men. They were making a lot of noise but Ed couldn't figure out what they were saying or…singing? All well, wasn't any of his business.

Ed get pretty close to the three men and went to walk past them only to find that they blocked his path. He looked up at them blinking his golden eyes. The first man was tall and scrawny like a twig. His short brown red hair was matted, perhaps from the wind? His shirt and working jeans hung off him loosely making him seem even thinner. He had a stupid looking face.

The man in the middle was shorter and stout. His hair was non existing on the top of his head. His eyebrows and goatee were a salt and pepper color to it. His eyes were squinted to the point they appeared to be closed and he wore a large grin. He wore a white slightly stained shirt under an open worn brown jacket and working pants with boots.

The last man was four or five inches taller then the one in the middle but had a similar build. His brown hair was maybe a half an inch long. His left eye was covered by an eye patch. His right eye was a grey color though. He wore a thick black knitted sweater with working pants and boots.

"Why hello Lad." The bald man greeted. "You look mighty cold. What be yer name?"

"Edward." Ed said almost suspiciously as he tried to walk past them. Instead he walked into the man with the eye patch's outstretched arm. Ed was rolled in so the arm was over his shoulders and Ed was against his side. "Edward? A fine name, a fine name indeed." The bald man continued to talk as the guy with the eye patch held onto him. What was with these guys?

"My name is Brass. The tall guy's name is Larry, and the one that's got ye is Doug." He introduced that smile never leaving his face.

Ed began to wonder if they were planning on mugging him or something. If so they were in for a surprise.

The tall man, Larry, was suddenly behind him tugging on his braid. "Look at all this hair. If you're not careful someone could mistake you for a lass." The trio got a good laugh out of this, which caused a frown to be formed on Ed's face and a slight ticking in his left eye. The wind picked up blowing this jacket open on one side but the big guy kept most of the wind away, the silver chain of his pocket watch was revealed. Larry quickly tugged on it causing the watch to fall out. "What's this?"

Ed growled threateningly. "I suggest you give that back." He warned holding his gloved hand expectantly.

Now either they didn't hear him or they just didn't care. Brass picked it up to inspect it, then moved over to slap Ed on the back causing him to lurch foreword. "Very good, very good! That means you can celebrate with us." His grin only seemed to get larger if that was even possible.

"Celebrate?" He repeated confused.

Brass nodded his head. "Yes, celebrate." The three started to resume their walk again.

Ed was confused just what were they celebrating? "There's a storm coming." Larry suddenly piped in. Ed stumbled a bit with them. A storm? They were celebrating a storm? Why? What was the point in that? He tried to ask but it was so awkward walking so closed to the Doug.

It wasn't long before he was in a worn building. The inside was warm but Doug's hand didn't remove itself from his shoulder. It was obviously a bar. Everything was made of a warm colored wood. There was a bar with wooden stools that had small backs to them, a sitting area with booths, pool table and darts. There was an old looking boat with oars on either side of it up near the ceiling on the wall behind the bartender's head. There were mounted fish hung up and different old fishing, and pictures, several trophies that decorated the building. Ed was brought over to the bar and plopped down on a stool. The three men crowded around him as if too see how close they could get to him.

Brass raised a hand, "Bourbon, my good man." Suddenly there were several glasses passed to them but none for Ed. "Ah, you forgot one for the state alchemist." Larry's hand was back in his pocket, pulling not only the watch out as proof, but a squeak form Ed. There was another glass passed. Ed didn't catch it but Larry did. "Here here. Drink to be healthy." He grinned largely.

Ed took the glass from and stared at the contents. He'd never drunk this stuff before. He had tried wine once or twice, but that was different. You got a little more of that. He looked at golden brown liquid and sniffed it. This didn't go unnoticed as Brass laughed. "It's not going to kill you, drink up boy." Ed looked at him suspiciously before taking a sip. Brass laughed, "That's not how you drink it." He tiped the glass up forcing Ed to drink it all. It burnt his throat and tears suddenly sprang in his eyes. He set the glass down and started coughing while the three started laughing and clinking their glass together as they started drinking their own.

Roy had come back to an empty hotel room. He had asked where the blonde boy went but the receptionist didn't know. Said something about a mess in the room and how he had left so they could get it cleaned. Roy didn't want to hear anymore he was happy being ignorant.

By now though, it was dark and the brat still wasn't back. Roy tried not to worry, telling himself that Ed could take care of himself, has for a long time. He'd sent him off on dangerous missions, he could handle a tourist place. But even telling himself this Roy couldn't help but worry about him. What if he was still really sick and his fever suddenly spiked on him. Nobody would think to tell him. He could have been kidnapped and his automail taken from him to be sold leaving him defenseless. Maybe he went to get something to eat and it was poisoned and, Roy's thoughts were cut off when the door opened and a figure lurched in.

Roy sat up quickly to see what was wrong with Ed. He moved over to him to catch him as he swayed. A giggle came forth from Ed freaking Roy out a bit. He'd have to check his temperature. He picked him up bridal style and that's when he got a whiff Ed's breath, alcohol. A flat look stretched across his face. Ed was drunk. Wonderful. Roy dropped him, none too gently on the bed. But Ed didn't let go of his neck. "Fullmetal, let go." He ordered him. "You need to sleep."

"Sleep with me?"

Roy looked down at him oddly, sleep with him? Was he crazy? No, just drunk. "Ed you're drunk. Let me go." He said to tug back but Ed was surprisingly strong especially with that automail arm and Roy couldn't get loose.

"Sleep with me." Ed pulled him closer causing Roy to bend down further. He felt Ed's clumsy lips miss his mouth and kiss the corner of it and his cheek.

Roy's eyes widen. That's what Ed meant by sleep? "Ed let go!" He said. Every time he tugged away though Ed's grip would tighten and soon Roy was half on the bed. "Dammit." He cursed. He felt the heavy automail arm holding him down while Ed's flesh hand started to undo the buttons on his shirt and felt along his chest. This was embarrassing, Roy decided.

"Roy." Ed whinned a bit. "Please?"

"Edward, no." He said.

"I don't want to be alone." He pleaded.

"You're drunk you don't know what you want." Roy argued.

"I want you." Ed told him as his hand grabbed Roy's ass pulling him up further.

Roy grunted a bit. "No." He told him again firmly.

"But,"

"No."

He felt Ed's arms loosen. He pulled away but they suddenly tightened again. "Don't leave me. Please." Ed begged him.

Roy stared down at the golden begging eyes and sighed, "Alright, but sleeping, no messing around. Understand?" This seemed to make Ed happy and he released his hold on him. Roy moved the blankets to climb in with him. He wondered what the hell he was thinking doing this but he couldn't say no to those eyes. Ed moved to lie partially on top of him. He nuzzled his cheek against Roy's exposed chest up the nook of his neck. He then started to kiss his neck sucking on it as his hand rand cross his chest. Roy grabbed the hand stopping it. "I said no Edward. Stop or I'm leaving."

"No." Ed whined. He sighed and just dropped his head onto Roy's shoulder passing out.

Roy glared up at the ceiling the blonde sleeping against him. This was not right. What the hell did Ed drink that go him this wasted? Stupid boy. He looked down at the blonde and sighed a bit. Ed was going to throw fit tomorrow, if he wasn't too hung over to do so.

Well that's the end of chapter six. I like those three guys, Brass, Larry, and Doug they amuse me. Tomorrow morning is going to be interesting huh? Ed molested Roy. snickers Anyways, I had fun writing this chapter. I hope you enjoyed reading. I'm starting to turn more towards the drama aspect of it. So keep reading to find out what else will happen to our favorite couple. Don't forget to review! It doesn't take a lot of time or effort. Just a click and some words, but it helps out a lot! Thank you.