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I know I normally update on Friday or Sunday, since I'm late I'm uploading Chapter four early. Note that I am extremely embarrassed that not only did I write this but I'm posting it... in my opinion no matter what I do to this chapter its a pile of garbage. (Also I forgot who but I fixed the "Chinese" food thing because it started to bug me after you told me). Enjoy there are like maybe two or three chapters after this, probably two. Please review I enjoy your feedback it makes me wanna write more, especially when its good.

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~VampiricBloodGoddess

Chapter 4: Relish in the Moment

I woke up alone, I lifted my head slightly. Roy's work clothes that were hung up behind the door were gone. I sat up rubbing my eyes while wrestling out of the blankets and sheets I somehow managed to tangle myself in. I stood and walked out into the hall, assuming I was supposed to be alone, I heard movement downstairs. I quietly made my way downstairs, gawking at what I saw. Roy, was cooking? "Morning." it was muffled but audible, he had toast in his mouth frantically moving about in front of the stove. "Do... you... eh, you want help.?" he shook his head and motioned me to have a seat.

After watching his attempted clean up he handed me a plate of eggs, bacon and a bowl of oatmeal. Judging by the smell it was strawberry. Roy was already sitting across from me already eating. I grabbed my fork and spoon eating as well. "How are you feeling today?" he looked up at me with a smirk. Even though he was playing cool I knew by the look in his eyes he was worried. "I think I'm okay. Just a little tired. Thank you for breakfast." I heard him sigh in relief as I finished eating. I need to call Alphonse. I looked up from my plate and watched Roy look through a magazine while egg almost missing his half open mouth, talk about being nose deep in a book, or magazine rather. "Führer Mustang, do you mind if I use your phone?" He peered at me from over his raised fork. "That s a little insulting. I have confessed my love for you and you re still going to call me Führer? I suppose formality is better than an insult." He sighed deeply and pointed to the phone at the edge of the counter near the kitchen door. "I'm sorry. I-" I sighed rather loudly, more than expected. "I don't know what to do or how to act. This is all brand new to me. I'm sorry for insulting." I looked down at my lap mentally beating in my brain and feeling sick to my stomach from embarrassment. Damn it why am I always messing up in front of him! I feel so weak like this. "It's fine, really don't worry about it." He smiled softly at me as I looked up through my bangs that were hiding my face.

"WHAT!" Alphonse really needed to calm down. "Don't worry I'm fine. I'm going back to work early, if I do that I can have longer vacation time next time." Alphonse was still freaking out a little. "Well what if you need me! Or if you go on a mission! We both know you can't go alone, what would you do without me!" I pulled the phone away from my ear until he stopped screaming at me. "Thanks for having so much trust in me Al, I can always count on you to make me feel better. Anyway Mustang told me that I have mostly desk work for the next week or so, if I do get assigned a mission outside of central or one that seems too much of a risk to go alone before I tell you to come back to central and I'm okay then I'll tell you to meet me where ever. Promise." Alphonse stopped panicking. "Alright brother but be careful. You get any mission that's not desk work you call me, okay!" We talked for about an hour more until I remembered I was using Roy's phone line and that means it was his phone bill. I hung up the phone and looked at the time; it was three fifty-two p.m. I sighed and looked across the room where Roy was at breakfast, the area was now cleared and cleaned up dishes put away. When did he leave? I didn't even notice. I thought I was on the phone for only an hour.

I ventured into the study and snooped through his library. I then spotted a navy blue book on the floor with a lock on it. A diary? I picked it up and saw the alchemy symbol that was also on Roy's gloves. The lock was undone and left there; did he purposely leave this where I would find it? Nah, there's no way. I opened the first page and glanced at it for a moment before changing my mind. I closed and locked it. I threw the book on his desk behind me and turned back around continuing my search through his books. I found a few alchemy related and grabbed some of the books I brought with me to the parlor. I threw the sixth book I read in the pile of useless books I already read. So far only three of the twenty I checked out are at all reliable for what I want to do. I also took at least eighteen more pages worth or notes. I leaned back in the chair and stretched yawning. Usually this was the time where Al and I would argue on if I needed a break or not. I laughed at myself. I put away everything exactly as I found it, and picked up the books I had thrown to the ground placing them on the desk. I shut off the lights walking out of the room shutting the door behind me. I stepped out into the kitchen and stared at the clock for a few moments. Its eight thirty p.m. and Mustang's still not home. He must be working late. I pushed those thoughts aside and decided to make something for dinner. I m not the greatest chief (compared to Alphonse anyway) but I picked up a few things living with just me and my brother. Alphonse usually was the I-Love-Cooking-So-Much-Try-This-and-This-and-This type but even so I learned a lot from him. I rummaged through the almost empty refrigerator and grabbed a few things that if combined would make a decent dinner. I looked at the ingredients on the counter. The only thing I could think of that I could possibly make with this is Chicken-Cordon Bleu and not to toot my own horn or anything but I can kick Alphonse's ass at making that! I grinned to myself internally hoping that Roy would like it! I ran upstairs and grabbed a bandanna out of my drawer in the guest room and explored the kitchen closet and found an apron.

After cutting sliced of ham I began to unwrap the chicken breasts and wash them, I grabbed a cutting board and began cutting. I also had a pot of corn cooking and baked potatoes in the oven to make fresh mashed potatoes. I was at the point of putting the chickens in the oven after stuffing them with ham and lots of cheese then breading them. I set a timer and took the potatoes out and threw them in a bowl peeling them quickly and with ease. I grabbed some butter out of the fridge and tossed a glob in the steamy hot potatoes. I mashed them as fast as I could and grabbed a strainer for the corn. I walked over to the stove and grabbed the pot of corn taking it over to the sink and strained it off. I dumped the corn into a bowl and added salt, pepper, and butter. I smiled at my work. I then remembered I forgot to salt and pepper the potatoes, quickly fixing my error. The timer went off. I took out two plates and set them at the table with forks and knives. I rushed over to the oven with mitts on. I took out the chickens and set them on top of the stove while I got a serving platter. I set each chicken on the platter with ease and then brought everything to the table. I started to put the dishes I dirtied in the sink and hung the apron back up in the kitchen closet and threw my bandanna on the counter. I grabbed a handful of napkins and put them at the table. Just then I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. "AHH!" I jumped and turned around to see Roy laughing. I punched him in the arm, "Don't do that you jerk!" I was so busy with cooking I didn't even hear the door unlock. "Your such a great little house wife." Roy sat down and piling a little bit of everything onto his plate. I suddenly felt my stomach fill with nervous butterflies. Maybe I should have ordered something delivered? What if he doesn't like it? What if– "This is amazing! Where did you learn to cook like this!" my panicky thoughts ceased not realizing I was staring creepily at Roy eating. "Ehhh, it was a recipe I learned from Alphonse, I changed a few things though." I sat down and grabbed a plateful before Roy inhaled all of it; he was already almost heading for seconds. I stared as he ate flabbergasted, he actually liked it?

Throughout the entire meal he was complimenting it. You don t cook often do you? He looked up at me from his now empty plate and swallowed his last mouthful of food. "Nope, I usually eat out. No pun intended, I've never had someone cook for me either." I watched him smile. I could feel a light blush cover my face. His face suddenly became pale like he remembered something horrifying and his smile vanished. "O-oh, I just remembered did you happen to see a book I dropped this morning? I could find where I fell and I was in a hurry so I–" I laughed at his worried look and his frightened face looked worse. "Don't worry, I didn't read it I saw it with it's lock in your study and threw it on your desk." The color returned to Roy's face as he sighed and relaxed a little. "So, do you have room for dessert?" Roy jumped up and his eyes widened. "What?" I laughed again, "I m just kidding." Roy glared at me, "You are such a tease!" Roy slumped in his chair and pouted. "Do you want me to be?" I gave him a very sultry glance as I looked at him through the corner of my eye. Roy looked back at me with a lecherous look. I kind of regretted what I said in that tone. "Eh, I didn't mean that I–ohhh!" just then Roy jumped up and scooped me up in his arms carrying me bridal style. "I think I will have dessert tonight." He carried me upstairs despite all my complaining, though I didn't complain long. I was thrown gently on to Roy's bed, the white sheets surrounding me puffed up around me filling my nose with Roy's sent. Roy then climbed on top of me letting his body weigh me down so I wouldn't move, not that I would. Our foreheads were pressed together as our lips brushed up against each others. Roy's tongue slipped out of his mouth and grazed over my bottom lip begging for entrance, I sighed into the kiss, but it came out more of a moan. I was shocked by my own noise. "Oh shit, was that me?" I questioned in disbelief, slapping my hand over my mouth. Roy just laughed.

Roy's left hand ran through the back of my hair slowly as his other hand wrapped around my upper back, nails digging into my clothes threatening to rip. He began to grind his hips into me causing me to gasp and moan into his kisses. "R-Roy!" I moaned his name slowly, I moved in nervously, closing the space between us as his mouth opened just enough to slip his tongue out to lick my upper lip cautiously. I gasped and his tongue moved in my mouth. It swirled around, exploring every inch of my mouth. Eventually, I caught on and responded to his actions. His hands moved over my face and caressed my cheeks, and brushing my hair out of my eyes. We then parted for air and I looked at him. He was smiling. "Do you really love me?" his smile faded and he stopped. I frowned and was pulling away. I was just kidding myself. I'm just a toy. "I've been in love with you for years. I never acted on it because... well, you were clearly underage and... I was afraid of you rejecting me. But over the past year or so I recognized I wasn't the only one, or at least I hoped, you seemed to have developed a crush on me too." he pulled me back down on the bed. He pulled me close to him and kissed my forehead. He pulled away and all I was able to make out was a quiet, "I love you too..." my eyes were half lidded and I felt like I was going to drool. I could feel him smirking when he kissed me again. It was better than the first one. I moaned in a low throaty tone. Roy looked at me to try and figure out what I wanted him to do. "Keep going." I murmured as I pulled him back down.

Roy kissed me again and trailed down to my neck and shoulder. "Ah-hhhh. Roy." he bit and sucked between my neck and shoulder, most likely leaving marks. But I didn't care, it felt good. He straddled my hips, never moving his lips from my skin as his hands roamed around. His hands moved gently over my nipples trough my tank top and he rubbed them, causing me to gasp and lean into every touch. He lifted my shirt off. His lips moved from my neck down to my chest, leaving a trail of kisses as he removed my shirt. He smiled, looking up at me and kissing me again, making my body turn to mush and sending waves of pleasure all over. All I could do is lay there and purr as he touched me. He kissed and sucked on my neck again, leaving marks all over. His hands were moving up and down my chest, brushing against my nipples occasionally. Then they moved lower. I felt myself growing harder for a while now and quickly became embarrassed. I nervously tried to avoid him touching lower or from lowering his waist. "What's wrong? Too far?" it took me a minute to realize he was talking, "Ed?". "Um, no." I stuttered. "If you want me to stop at any point, I will. No questions asked or complaints." with that I let him continue even though I wasn't sure how to act.

His left hand caressed my hip slowly, running his fingers over the band on my pants. I knew I was fully erect now. Roy's hand lazily rubbed my erect member through the fabric of my pants and I bucked my hips into his hand, unable to control my reaction. He removed his hand. I was a little disappointed at the loss of contact but made sure not to show it. He made a trail of kisses from my nipples to just below my belly button. I could feel his erection brush against my leg as he moved lower. He fiddled with my belt and zipper for a few minutes before undoing them completely. He pulled my pants down as I worked on his, or at least tried to before he shooed my hands away and did it himself quickly. He kicked off his pants and threw mine along with his, leaving both of us now in our underwear. He lowered his waist over mine and rocked his hips against my erection. I moaned and pushed up into him, panting and already sweating. He did this as he unbuttoned and threw his shirt off to the floor to accompany our pants. He stopped and grabbed the band around my underwear. Before he could even ask permission, he removed my underwear and started slowly stroking me, "A-A-ahhh. R-roy!" then he took me in his mouth. I threw my head back and moaned lightly. I didn't want to be too loud. He sucked lightly as I looked down and watched his head bobbing up and down slowly. It felt so good. I felt him smirk as he listened to me panting and wiggling under him. Every few seconds, he would suck or lick the tip, making my breath hitch and making me whine. I tried so hard to keep myself in check and voice quiet. He sped up and I felt a heat pool near my groin. I knew what was happening but I couldn't warn him. I tried, but every time I tried to speak, he gave a hard suck and all I could do is groan and keep myself from bucking up into his mouth. I cried out his name as I came in his mouth. I pushed myself back down against the pillows, feeling the little waves of pleasure move through my body as they slowly faded. I was still semi-hard. I could feel it as he came up to my face and kissed me again. I heard him swallow just before our lips touched again. We stopped for air and just stared at each other for a moment before starting again. This time was different.

"Do you want to keep going?" he sounded as if he were hoping for me to say I wanted more. He was breathing heavy, hovering inches from my face. I nodded, unable to bring myself to speak, knowing I'd not be able to form a real sentence. He then leaned over and reached in his side table, pulling out a bottle of lube. I felt my face grow hot again as I watched him pour a pretty decent amount on his fingers and move it around. There was just enough light from the window to read the label, 'Fun Edible Lube', it took all of me to keep from laughing. He spread my legs a little further and pressed his fingers at my hole, circling and teasing. He looked up at me for permission to continue. I nodded. "Sit back and try to relax." he pushed me down lightly with his free hand. He started out with two fingers, pushing in and out slowly and scissoring occasionally. It hurt at first but then the pain disappeared and he added another finger. It felt really good and I wanted more. He repeated the action for a while and then stopped. I looked down at him and watched him pull his fingers out.

I just stared at his erect man hood. I watched as he poured more lube in his hand and he slowly stroked himself. He hissed at the sudden temperature change. He stopped after a moment or so after he was all lubed up and put the bottle back in the side table. He picked up my legs and wrapped them around his waist, scrunching his eyes closed when my cold auto-mail touched his hot flesh but ignored it. I tried to position myself to where it wouldn't touch him but he moved me back. He grabbed my hips and lowered himself, pushing in all the way in one motion. He was huge! I felt like I was being torn in half! It hurt, but not as bad as it should have. He moved hesitantly and carefully until it stopped hurting so much. "Move" was all I could say as I pulled his face down to mine and kissed him. He pulled in and out slowly at first and then quickened his pace a little. It felt amazing. All I could do is wiggle and moan as I dug my nails into his back. Then he hit a spot that made me scream his name. "Roy, there! D-do it again!" I moaned rather loudly as he smiled at me as he pounded into me, aiming for that one spot, hitting it dead on every time. My hand found its way to the back of Roy's head and I pulled him in close to my face. He whispered my name. Panting and sweating, he kept the same pace. Roy closed the space between our lips, tongues dancing in the others mouth. He pulled out almost to the head of his erection and pushed in all the way, every time. He moved faster, harder, slower, more gentle when I asked. He was thrusting wildly into me, I was stroking my throbbing erection in time with his thrusts. With every thrust into me, I pushed back to hit that spot harder. "Ohhhh! R-Roy!" He was sweating and panting, I was gasping and moaning, wiggling under his hot muscular body. It felt so good in every part of my body I didn't know how to respond except to moan his name over and over. "R-Roy! Roy!" I said, pushing into him as he thrust in. I moaned again. He attacked my mouth, raiding it with his tongue aggressively.

I was so close as he started stroking me again. "R-r-Roy! I'm- AH!" I couldn't even say it. He hit that special spot directly and made me groan. He moaned my name as I came all over his chest and mine. He grunted and whispered something in my ear as I felt him come inside me. It was hot and wet and I could feel it leaking out. I felt him pull out tiredly, followed by his semen seeping out. He held my hand and collapsed next me. We both gave into sleep.