∾Edward∾∞

I woke the next morning with a dull ringing deep within my ears. Sitting up, I let out a hearty groan as my brain wracked with pain. Grabbing the sides of my head with both of hands, I threw my legs over the side of the bed, letting my elbow rest on my bare knees.

What happened…—? I thought while rubbing my temples, trying to alleviate some of the ache there. I vaguely remember coming home from the wedding, the rest of the night was a blur of motions. Drinking a fifth of whiskey would do that too any man, I reminded myself scornfully.

I let out a groan at the thought of alcohol. My stomach gave a nasty lurch, and I groaned again which made the throbbing in my temples worst. I whined pitifully.

"Oh my head…"

The phone rang out obnoxiously loud.I turned to glare daggers at the vile contraption.

"Damn it. Who would call at such an hour?" I spoke glancing at the clock sitting on the nightstand next to my bed. My eyes nearly bludged out their sockets. "Fuck, it's already two thirty!" I scampered out of bed, racing to answer the ear-splitting ringing of the phone. I picked up without looking at the caller I.D. Something I normally wouldn't do, being hung over and barely awake didn't help matters.

"'ello." I grumbled into the receiver, while rubbing my neck. I awoke in the same place I'd fallen asleep in. Moving it around, I realized there was a kink in my spine. To put it plainly, I felt like shit, and apparently my voice even sounded like gravel being run over.

The shrilling voice on the other end of the line made me drop my head to my chest in annoyance. —Winry, I inwardly groan. It was too early for this crap.

"Ed! You finally answered. Why have you been ignoring all my calls? I heard you went to Al's wedding without me! How could you, I really wanted to go. Ed, you promise to take me. I bet Riza's dress was beautiful. How could you betray me like this…?" I pulled the phone away from my ear, looking down at the black plastic receive. Winry was babbling on loud enough to hear her strident voice blaring piercingly through the air.

Moments like these ones, reminded me why we were no longer together. I couldn't stand this, putting the phone back up to my ear, she was still ranting her non-sense. My headache worsened at the pitch of her voice.

"Good god woman, will you shut up already..." I vehemently hollered into the phone. I rub my forehead with the coolness of my metal hand.

Note to self: don't raise voice.

Winry didn't miss a beat, Did she ever? "Edward, don't be so rude. Besides I'm calling for a reason…" I heard a sigh escape her lips from the other side of the line.

Carrying the phone back towards my bed, I lay gently back down. "…gotta headache, hurry it up…"I mumbled out into the phone as a response. Rolling over on my stomach, I groaned face first into the white sheets of my bed. Winry was literally the last person on this earth I wanted to speak too.

Second note to self: Always check caller I.D. before answering the phone.

"You're hung over, aren't you Edward?" Winry accused sporadically out of nowhere.

"Oh, God here we go—." I had meant to only think this, but apparently my big-mouth, said it aloud.

Winry really dislikes alcohol, always has, always will. I think it has something to do with her Father being an alcoholic when she was a child.*Anyways, she never liked it when I drank. It had been a long, on-going argument between us in our relationship.

"Edward Elric! How much did you drink last night?" Winry's voice was back to a shrilling pitch. I felt my temper flare. Who the fuck did this woman think she is? She was nothing to me; she lost all rights to know anything about me the moment she spread her legs for someone else.

"I don't see how any of this is your business anymore, Winry." I growled, griping the phone tighter in my rising anger.

"Of course it's my business." I could hear the genuine concern in her voice and it pissed me off, "Edward I care for you, I love…"

I felt a searing white bolt of rage charge through me upon hearing her words. "Do not, fucking say it." I said interrupting her. My knuckles were turning white from how tight I was squeezing the receiver in my flesh hand. "Just don't…" My hair shrouded my eyes. She didn't deserve to use that word.

"Ed, please…" I heard the tears rising in her voice and I felt my stomach twist in guilt. She knew I hated when she cried, (or better yet, when girls cried) she knew I always felt obligated to comfort.

No— this is ridiculous. I reminded myself, she was the one who fucked my life over, figuratively and literally. I felt my irritation flare again. Flipping over on my left side angrily, yellow strains of hair escaped my loosened braid as they fell across my forehead.

I replied swiftly with a huff pushing my hair out of my eyes, "Well maybe you should have thought before fucking my partner. Have a nice life Winry, stay the hell away from mine." I hung the phone up and flopped back; regretting it instantly as my head rung out with pain.

"Fuck my life." I blew a golden tendril of hair out of my mouth.

The phone started ringing again. It was probably Winry again... I've only spoken to her directly twice since I walked in on her and Russell Tringham… I closed my eyes in denial. Letting a groan out, I dropped my flesh arm over my eyes.

I didn't want to have to think about that… it's why I haven't been answering the phone when she called.

Speaking of the phone, it rang out another three times. "Fuck…" I roared out, flinging a pillow off the bed into the distance. "That woman doesn't know when to take a hike…" I sneered lifting my head to look at the ringing phone, picking up the cordless device; I look at the flashing blue numbers scrolling across the caller I.D log.

The unknown message glared back grimly.

"Still didn't mean she wasn't calling from a different phone—", I suspected while speaking to no one particular. "I'm not answering…"

The phone continued to ring, before falling silent. I sighed with relief. Finally— I thought before setting the phone back down on the mattress when abruptly it started to ring again.

"Seriously…." I barked out. Picking the phone backup, I once again looked at the caller I.D screen. This time, thankfully, a number scrolled across the screen.

1(769)-739-2688

I didn't recognize it; I bit my lip deliberating if I should answer... It most likely was Winry again. But it could be Al, calling from his Honey Moon. I had told him to call once he settled down in the hotel.

"Fuck," It better not be Winry. I pressed the talk button with my thumb. Bringing the phone to my ear I spoke without thinking, who'd would 'a thought, me not thinking?

"This better not be you Winry, I told you too go to hell…" I bit off into the receiver. There was silence on the other end for a second before a smooth baritone voice filtered through.

"Are you always this colorful with your language, Edward?"

"Roy?" I breathily stated with a surprised pitch lining my voice. My cheeks flared scarlet upon hearing my own voice. My brow furrowed in confusion — why was he calling?

"Sorry, to disappoint but I'm not your girlfriend." Roy sounded amused. That bastard.—

"She's not my girlfriend!" I hissed into the phone, glaring evilly towards the receiver in my hand.

Roy's rich laughter came through the phone line, "Do you usually get this worked up over a joke, Ed?" I could feel my heart beating in my temples; this was how extreme it was pumping. My face and chest was alit with a glow of embarrassment which I couldn't explain logically. "Anyways, the reason I was calling was to ask if tomorrow night was a good time for us to meet up." I could still hear the smile in his voice as he spoke.

I should have told him "No." and hung up the phone up. It's what a smarter man would have done in this situation. I should've rolled over in bed and fallen back asleep. I should've gotten up after a nap and took a shower to clear my head. I should've done a lot of things differently than the way I did them: "Err… sure that's fine. What time?" I rubbed at the back of my neck in awkwardness. What was I doing?I question my sanity.

"Is seven alright with you? We can meet at the park across the street from the hotel I'm staying at and we'll go from there." Roy's spoke fluently with a richness to his level voice.

I nodded my head in approval before realizing I was talking on the phone, smacking my forehead in my stupidity. I used my voice to agree to the meet up time and place. Goodbyes were exchanged, leaving my stomach twisted in tight knots.

"Good bye Edward. I'll talk to you tomorrow." Roy's voice was so silky and sure of himself. Everything I am not… I thought bitterly laying back down on the bed. With a sigh I put the phone on silent, so it wouldn't disturb me again before I chucked it down and off the large loft making up my bedroom. The spacious living room was just below my bedroom. The phone landed with a soft 'thud' on my brown leather couch below.

Damn I'm good. I thought cockily, before burrowing back under my warm covers. A couple more hours of sleep wouldn't hurt me. Besides it wasn't like I had work today. It was Saturday— who cares if I slept it away. Wasn't like I had anything thing else to do today.

The particular thing was I couldn't get my mind to settle down. It kept going back to Roy, and the conversation we'd just had. I could feel the heat rising to my face again while thinking of Roy's rich voice and cool black eyes. I pulled the blanket in tighter around my shoulders.Why was I even thinking him? I thought looking toward the blank white wall off in the distance of the room. A better question was why did I get so embarrassed while talking to him?

"Oh, no!" I franticly sat up in bed flinging the covers away from my body; suddenly remembering where I've heard Roy's name before. It had abruptly come to me like a sledge hammer to the face.

The night of Al and Riza's rehearsal dinner, I remember Riza being terribly upset about the fact her childhood friend couldn't make it— something 'bout him having to stay late at work, so he missed his train. She had been angry— to say the least. It was said in passing later in the night, that Roy Mustang was her gay friend and a Captain of a naval ship. I had thought nothing of it. I'd almost forgotten the whole mishap.

A feeling of trepidation warped itself around my ankles like a concrete cinder-block pulling me under the rising waters.

I can't believe this is happening…"I muttered,dropping my face down into my hands.This could not be happening to me… It kept repeating in my head like a broken record.

"Roy's gay." I said to my hands, like they knew how to answer me back. "a-and I'm going on…" I swallowed a knot of anxiety past my Adams apple. "a- date with him."I groaned inwardly. I wish I could shrink in on myself and disappearing.

The room was spinning, and I couldn't breathe… I think I'm going to be sick.

The whiskey I'd consume the night before had decided to rear its ugly head. I manically ran for the bathroom before I could hurl all over my bed. I made it half way down the stairs case, leading into my living room before I lost it. I fell to my knees hard and spewed all over the last three wooden steps. I heaved a total of four times, emptying the contents of my stomach, which was mostly whiskey, all over my floor.

While staring at my vomit splattered all over my floor through burning watery eyes, I couldn't help but think: Fuck my life, to the fullest. Not only was I the furthest thing from being consider a "gay-male", I now needed to take into consideration that I'd accepted a gay-man's offer to be gay together.

"Damn, it" I wiped at my mouth with the back of my left hand while grimacing from the taste in my mouth.

Seriously…I know I've said it before but, fuck my life.

"How has everything become so messed up..?"

∞∾Roy∾∞

Edward had agreed. He had said yes and without much of a fuss astonishingly. I honestly thought he would have put up a much larger fight, but things were moving efficiently enough. Our pseudo date had been set.

I smirked while standing from the maroon desk chair in my hotel suit. The swaying of Ed's sexuality would not be as hard as I believed it was going to be. He was following protocol nicely, and by protocol, I meant the seduction of Edward Elric.

In all honesty, seducing a heterosexual man was typically effortless; at least it had been in my experiences.

In fact, talk to a straight woman about it and you'd find that more often than not a gay male, typically will have an easier time seducing a straight male, then if she had tried doing the same thing with the same methods.

In other words, a woman becomes a slut, or too clingy, and she turns into the kind of girl you'd rather not bring home to mom.A gay male (or bi) acting out as a friend towards the straight male; won't appear overly forward, slutty or clingy. In fact, you only become visible as a friend or 'hang out' buddy. Which including the straight man you're trying to seduced (unbeknownst to him.)

You'd think it would be every straight guy's nightmare— that a gay man was setting out to seduce them and they wouldn't realize it, until it was too late. Believe me, when I tell you that's not the truth. Astoundingly, most men, when swayed correctly, turn out to not want to be the one actual in control in this type of relationship. That these men typically take pleasure in… No, I chuckled at this thought and corrected myself astutely, they relish in handing over the reins, if only for one night. And frankly, it was probably even easier for a bi male.

To a straight guy, a bi-man isn't carrying the baggage that a woman may seem to be hauling around with is no talk of marriage, another date or even who's paying for dinner. If they have a girlfriend, you have a great conversation starter. You can talk about her body, and how great sex is with her, it makes a great opening to talk about their sexual experience and it makes them feel less threatened because we are talking about them and their life experiences.

In admits of my musing, I'd walked over to the bar in the corner of my spacious hotel suit. I proceeded to pour myself a scotch on the rocks before picking the clear glass up and drowning the content down my throat. The familiar burning of thick alcohol coating my tongue ensued shortly after swallowing.

—And a straight guy, I continued on in my thinking, staring at the large reflective mirror lining the wall behind the he feels so inclined and wants to get it over with a quick fuck, than it was entirely better for me. Once all is said and done, after thebrief encounter he can leave and rest assured I'm not expecting a long-lasting relationship. Believe me when I say, I enjoy having sex with men! I just didn't want to have to commit to anyone. It wasn't in my repertoire; Roy Mustang does not have serious relationships. End of story.

In my opinion, it was a win-win situation. They got to have sex in a whole new light, and I got to get my dick wet. Everyone wins.

So whether it be a blowjob behind the wife's back and the kids are away, or a curious moment in lack-judgment, the straight guy sees a jaunt with another male merely as an emotionally meaningless diversion for a swift sexual satisfaction. Or so I had figured out throughout my years of being a 'straight-chaser.'

I mutedly chuckled into the brim of the cold snuff glass holding the rich golden alcohol swirling at the bottom. I took a sip before setting the glass down onto the mahogany ledge of the bar with a quick lick of my dry lips.

I'm not saying every straight male I've 'chased' into sleeping with me, has in fact slept with me. The largest problem with tying to land a heterosexual male is the chance of being stranded up stream without a paddle, in fridge waters.

Meaning, if you don't test the water temperature correctly, you could in fact end the night in a fist brawl instead of getting off. There has been more times than my ego would like to admit that I'd gone home with a straight man, after a night of alluring bi-curious questions, lingering touches and stares. This only too often ended with them freaking out as their zipper is getting pulled down. When backed into a figurative corner over their sexuality, seventy-five percent of men turn into self-hating psycho bashers.

In their own way, a straight-laced male's seduction was more particular in the steps you took to get them into bed, wantonly and ready, then it was to seduce a woman. Mind you, I had said particular not difficult because it was just that—fastidious. There were subtle signs of attraction to watch for when playing the role of 'straight-chaser'.

Lingering touches, copious amount of bi-curious questions. But the easiest way I've found to test the man I was seducing before taking him anywhere private, was to kiss him long and hard on his lips in a public area… I know this sounds extreme but more often than not, this strategy works.

If he lets you thoroughly ravish his mouth, then it was a safe bet he'll let you take him in other ways. If he resists and panics and pushes you away, then he wasn't ready. Some men never are ready, this is when you can play it off as a joke and continue on as if nothing happened.

I swirled the remaining amber alcohol in my glass, before throwing back the rest and setting the glass down on the bar surface. It burnt going down but in a sweet addictive kind of way.

The stirring of arousal was starting to warm my groin. The thought of Edward's pink, enticing mouth fluttered in front of my mind's eye, remembering the way the blonde man had licked at his bottom lip, pulling it into his succulent looking mouth…

I gripped my hastily hardening flesh through my jeans and I had bitten back a moan at the friction created. Imagining easily in my loosen alcohol state of mind; I could see Edwards sweet little face looking up at me from the wall I was pinning his back too. My hand on either side of the shorter mans head. Edwards wide amber eyes staring back confusingly, a question lining his puzzled irises. I reached for the younger man's hand which still hung limply by his side. Pressing Edwards palm against my relentless erection still fully hard and weeping underneath my clothes…

I let myself groan out at my train of thought as I began rubbing along my groin still locked away in my pants, imagining it was Edward's smaller hand the entire time…

Edward's breath hitched and to my surprise, he instantly pressed his warm hand there on his own. I licked at my mouth, before leaning forward to take his in a heated kiss. My tongue traced the inside of his captivating sweet entrance, and Edward parted his lips, accepting me easily with a groan erupting from his chest…

My pants were quickly becoming too tight in my aroused state. With fumbling fingers, I fervently worked to open my belt and fly of my jeans. When my warm but calloused hand came into contact with my sex I let my forehead dropped down onto the cool tile of the bar with a muted groan…

I could tell Edward didn't know what to expect, I moved my hands from the wall near his head to help guide my pants open with a quick flick of my wrist. Arousal coursed through my groin when Edward's small timid hand enclosed around my erection and gave nervous downwards stroke. I let out a hearty moan at the touch…

I worked my hand over my thickened member hurriedly as pleasure from my thoughts and motions awoke in my body. I knew I was close to finishing… the orgasm in my groin growing with every flick of my wrist…

The body pinned to the wall… The smaller man hand rubbing along my erection… It felt so fucking good; I lost myself into the sensation of Edward's hand. My pants were already undone so Edward bravely pulled them down, along with my boxers… and then abruptly to my astonishment… he was on his knees. Leaning both hands on the wall I looked down. I started to tremble slightly in my legs for Edwards perfect smooth hand wrapped around my sex again. I frowned deeply at the pleasure I was feeling from soft strokes the shorter man made experimentally. I watched through my sexual induced haze as Edward licked the head of my penis and my world went white.

I moaned out loud, stroking faster, harder along my sex, as I imagined Edward doing sinfully sweet things with his mouth…

I opened my mouth in a silent moan as I watched Edward take me into his hot mouth… I kept my eyes open the entire time… peering down from above as I watched this beautiful man slowly start to suck my cock. It was… incredible… the pleasure I felt when Edward moaned around my sex, quite but intense, his mouth wet… hot… The eager tongue was divine as it shaped along the underside of my throbbing shaft. Smooth, small hands massaging my inner thigh while he played with my scrotum…

I pumped my rod with my left hand while touching my thighs, fingers dancing along my balls, while I imagining it was Edward… I was so close…

Edward looked up at me with round, glowing amber eyes. The look of lust lingered on the boy's face, causing my body to inflame in sexual pleasure. I was throbbing in that tight mouth. A quick, sinful tongue brining me closer to the edge of the metaphorical rushing waterfall… I placed a shaking hand into Edward's long blonde hair before starting rocking my hips slowly forwards and then backwards to get a steadier rhythm to go with the eager man's determined suckling… I looked down into his golden eyes as I watched my sex slowly fuck his mouth. I gripped the boy's blonde hair tightly as I felt myself reaching the peak of orgasm…

Slow, hot and intense pleasure rocketed through my shaking body seated at the bar in my hotel room. A long and low moan came out in a shaken breath as I imagined coming into Edward's mouth.

I sat there for a moment, with my head lolling on the cool bar. It felt soothing to my now sweaty brow.

That had been an intense orgasm. My whole body felt exhausted. Sitting up slowly from the bar, my eyes caught my reflection in the mirror hanging in front of me. I look thoroughly debauched as if the thought of Edward could tainted my virtue. I chuckled mutely rubbing my clean hand through my messy dark hair hanging in my eyes. I don't have a vitreous bone left in my body. That ship had sailed long ago.

And with that thought I needed a shower… and a well thought-through plan to seduce Edward. If fantasying about the blonde mans mouth could make me orgasm so intensely, what would sex be like with him? This is the thought I found myself pondering the rest of day and well into the night…

Tomorrow's excursion out with Edward was going to leave me titillating and in the best kind of way.

Up Next: The so called date…

1. In this story, Winry Father was an alcoholic. I know it didn't happen in the Manga or anime. But it's happening in my AU. :D

A/N Hello all my duckies, Sorry it's taken so long for me to post this. If you all remember last time I slashed my hand open pretty bad. Well all is healing well…(just really itchy) but I also wanted to let you all know, I just moved. So I've been busy moving and getting settle. I hope you all enjoyed this Chapter; it was a lot of fun to write. :D Until Next time.

:D Until Next time.