A/N On The Universe: This follows neither the anime nor the manga, really, but is set in an alternate timeline and or AU. There is not going to be any Alchemy in this story, but hey I found a happy medium. I kept Ed's Auto-mail arm and leg. :D

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Rating Information - Rated "M" overall due to scenes of an explicit or disturbing nature later on. Please check each chapter for each rating or warnings.

Warning: I'm tired of writing warnings, from here on out expect (M)ature all times. Things are about to get heated up in here.

Beta: konfessor2u- the best beta in the world. She makes it so I don't embarrass myself.

∞∾Edward

I felt like my body was on fire, burning with an intense erratic passion. The flickering flame of Roy's tongue dancing along my skin was making this situation ever harder to refuse the notion I was actually allowing myself to indulge in a forbidden affair. The ache in between my legs was a reminder I was allowing myself to consider something I had never imagine before. I couldn't deny –to myself at least- the lust I was feeling and it scared me a little bit.

What Roy had -which I was realizing very quickly- was a ridiculously talented mouth. The older man traced the skin of my sensitive neck in a wet glide and I melted into the touch. A soft sigh fell from my lips, and with a few more affection nips, I was nearly putty in the other's arms. Roy was touching me so surely and yet so warmly, I couldn't help the urge to press myself further into his willing caresses.

It had been too long since anyone had readily wanted to touch me anywhere close to as what is considered sexual. And it felt incredibly good, entirely too good. I was realizing this through the haze of chills racing up my spine as Roy's wandering tongue suckled along my sensitive lobe of my ear.

Even when I'd still been in a relationship with Winry, we hadn't been having sex; we'd barely touched in the last couple weeks of us being together. Was this the reason I was allowing Roy to touch me, because I was lonely?

I hadn't realized Roy's warm hand had wandered up my shirt, being lost within my thoughts and his lips dancing chills along my skin. When Roy's clever fingers thumbed and pinched at my nipples, I couldn't help the involuntarily reaction. A surge of arousal gathered into my lower extremities so suddenly, I found my hips rolling forward with a mind of their own. White hot sparks of pleasure shot through my loins, my head knocked back into the wall and I opened my mouth to moan, shivering intensely as Roy's tongue -slick with spit- slipped back in for another taste.

I couldn't help myself, I whimpered at the man's taste mixing with my own.

My spine was strung taut like an archer's bow at the ministrations of Roy's hand working under my shirt. That, combined with the motion of Roy's pelvis grinding against my own every so often, only added to this intense anathema want I was feeling bubbling low in my stomach. Locking my legs, -one metal the other flesh- around the other man's firm waist, I pulled him in, not wanting to lose the delicious slide of our harden sexes through the cloth.

A deep and heady chuckle filled the air between us. Our lips came away with an audible smacking sound and I open my eyes, blinking rapidly before meeting his smiling darker ones.

"What's so funny?" my voice was thick with arousal, husky in my question and maybe a little agitated at having to abruptly stop.

Roy simply smiled while tracing the edges of my jaw with the back of his knuckle, up to my ear, hooking my bangs behind the curvature of my ear ever so sweetly. He chuckled again, a smile pulling on one of the corners of his mouth.

"You are." Roy spoke his reply, as if that could be an answer.

My brow began to furrow, but my concern was temporarily forgotten when Roy replaced his lips slowly pressing along my sealed mouth. The sounds of his chaste kisses smacking ever so sweetly along mine, left my face burning crimson all over again. Before long, Roy's tongue firmly swept over the part of my mouth gaining entrance skillfully, kissing me deeply and knowingly. I raised my head from the wall in an attempt to gain leverage over Roy's domineering mouth but only received a sharp nip to my bottom lip and my nipple being skillfully rolled between able fingers. My tongue slid alongside his in an endeavor to stop a moan from escaping from my throat. This only achieved a tight unintentional whine falling from my mouth and onto our wet muscles moving together in the most sensual of ways. I'd never been the one to make noises during sex, so why was I moaning like a whore?

A small voice in the back of my head whisper, you're gay. Admit it.

My breath caught in my throat, and I moved my mouth away from Roy's demanding tongue. Drawing in a much needed breath, my hands tightened along the bare skin of the other mans shoulders. This felt entirely too good, my thoughts were running rampant through the cloud of pleasure hanging around my head. My inhabitations were smothered and –suddenly- I felt terrified without them.

I couldn't be gay, but here I was making out with a guy.

I was slowly realizing -through this erotic euphoria- something about me was changing. It felt like something significant was being lifted off my chest, and I could finally take a deep breath in.

I frowned deeply at my thoughts. I was over thinking this.

Roy's cleaver tongue decided at that moment to dip along my collar bone, and I barley repressed an intense shiver raking up my spine.

I liked being kissed by a man. I didn't feel an internally cringe at this personal reflection, like I expected myself too. No, instead I felt nothing but pleasure circulating within my body. Particularity, I like being kissed by this man. But what I couldn't understand was, how could kissing Roy equally excite me but also leave me with a significant panic for a desire I never knew existed within me.

It was a forbidden ambition; a hidden longing which was exceedingly present and aching between my legs. And I didn't even think it was possible, me getting aroused and turned on for another apparently I could… I almost laughed at my situation... almost.

Honestly, I've never allowed myself to even consider the notion that I could take pleasure from making another man aroused. An uncharacteristic thought but not something I could take lightly. I liked kissing men apparently. But what about other stuff— And with Roy's firm and sizable girth caressing my own, still clothed but weeping erection, I knew my desire ran deeper than an idle kisses and a quick grope in my doorway.

But could I actually imagine myself willingly lying down and giving my body up to another man? With our bodies complete unclothed, skin upon skin... The way only a man and woman should ever be…because that's what society wants you to believe. Not like I really give a shit what people think, I couldn't help the tiny voice in the back of my head countering my rebuttal. I groan internally, now I'm debating with myself.

But would it be so wrong to feel Roy's chest flush against the flesh of my back, both of us sweaty and out of breath, and our bodies connected in a way two men should never be…?

I shivered from the arousing but nauseating thought, trying to imagine what penetration would feel like... but I couldn't bring myself too. Kissing a man was one thing, but willing allowing another man to enter me… That was something entirely different... Something completely and devastatingly wrong, if I allowed it I'd be crossing the already thin line I've been teetering on. I would actually be gay…

Even with the vivid sight lodged in my mind, with Roy's hot hands actually running trails up my sides I wasn't ready for the upheaval of emotion racketing within me.

This was dangerous territory I was treading on. The same question circled inside my head, was I doing this because I was lonely… because I wanted to feel sought after…

With a fluent motion my black tank top disappeared off over my head and dropped to the floor near our feet. I was physically left bare with my scars on my chest exposed to the other man's dark eyes.

I've never been ashamed of the jagged scaring which adorns my tanned skin, especially the coarser ones running along my chest and shoulder where metal met living flesh. The scars represented the trophies of my triumphs, telling the story of my hard life without a single word being spoken. I normally wore them with much pride. But today, at this very moment, with Roy's lust brimmed eyes tracing every ridge, every raised and blemished scar on my flesh, I now felt brittle, exposed and totally naked... and nothing like the fighter I knew myself to actually be.

Removing my shaking left hand from its resting place on Roy's shoulder, I brought my arm towards my chest in a defensive motion to cover the sizable pinkish scars beneath my palm the best I could. It was a failed attempt at obstructing my ugliness from the other man's view.

The largest area of my marred skin was on my upper body, opposite of my heart but a few lingering raised ridges were also found along the flesh of my still covered left leg, where cold lifeless metal and warm defaced flesh came to meld together about mid-thigh.

I've only ever allowed a hand full of people –at best- to see my body after the surgery all those years ago. Even less saw the actual damage inflicted by the accident which rendered me with two missing limbs. Was I really going to allow another person to feel pity for me because my body wasn't perfect in their eyes?

My words rang inside my head; I couldn't meet Roy's eyes. Instead, I glared off blindly towards the white wall of my arch way, over the other man's flawlessly sculpted shoulders.

"Edward...?" Roy's rough voice only added to my shame and as his warm hand touched mine resting on my metal shoulder, thick sticky coating of rage was churning and bubbling low beneath my pride.

My eyes ripped away from the wall, and focused onto Roy's obnoxiously good looking face. I knew my eyes were filled with anger as I pushed at the other man's chest, signaling for him to let go of me. This is what an immovable object meeting an unstoppable force must feel like, because I shoved and Roy didn't budge.

Hello immovable object, I'm unstoppable force, nice to meet you, I thought bitterly while letting gravity drop my legs back towards the ground. This made Roy's hands drop away from my flank and grip of my shoulders instead.

Roy said my name again with a question lining his words. He was trying to get me to look in his dark haunting eyes. He only received a defensive growl erupting from my throat.

"Move." I said through clenched teeth, and the man barley stirred. His proud, black eyebrows furrowed in the middle as he looked down upon me.

"I won't repeat myself twice…" When I spoke again, the anger I was feeling was taking over my voice, making it shakier on the edges. I glared upwards looking directly into Roy's concerned eyes, and it took everything in me not to punch that look right off his face.

A brief moment of clarity passed over Roy's expression at whatever he had seen within in my eyes. Only then did he heed my words, dropping his hands and taking a step backwards into the room with a bewildered look touching his face. I watched through the corner of my eyes as Roy folded his arms across his broad chest, and he rose to his full stature, all the while watching me with worry etched into his expression. I was dwarfed in the process, the top of my head falling short of the center of his bare torso. Our five inch height difference only added petty fuel to the simmering fire of rage growing within my stomach.

I closed my eyes, and breathed heavily through my nose a couple times while counting backwards from twenty before I dared to reopen them. Rage was my emotion of choice; I knew how to handle this feeling amply.

I ran both of my hands threw my loose flowing hair with shaky nerves. The air was thick with unresolved tension, as I bent at the waist scooping up my discard black tank top from the floor. I hurriedly put the fabric on over my head, shielding my disgrace from sight. Only then did I meet Roy's blacken gaze. My teeth gridded in fury at what I saw hiding beneath the false concern within the other man's face. — Pity.

"You really, need to leave.—"

"Edward?" Roy said again in that voice filled to the brim with distress…

"Get. The fuck. Out…" I replied looking directly towards him with cold dead eyes. I was being rude but I couldn't find it in me to care. "…I don't need your fucking pity…" I should have kept the last part to myself but I hadn't. Instead I had inadvertently admitted as to why I was so blatantly angry.

Roy's next words only confirmed my theory.

"Is this, what this is about? You thinking that I pity you?" Roy took a step towards me, right within my personal space. The words he spoke were gaining a heat and sharpness of their own.

With him standing so close now, I was left with two choices. Both would leave my pride wounded but doing neither was not an option. Either I angle my head back to look up the distance of the five inches which separated us. Or I could take a step away from him leaving me physically pined along the wall, all over again.

I decided to swallow my arrogance –like barbed wire- and tilted my chin upwards. I would be damned if I allowed myself to pined again.

"Why else would you be looking at me like that…?"

The other man said my name again, Ed-war-d, and it left me with my heart palpitating in my chest unwontedly. Roy was the only person I've met who could speak my name like that— with the pronunciation on the 'R' rolling heavily along his tongue. It left me reeling, disarmed and totally unprepared for Roy's advent advance.

"How was I looking at you, Edward?" He spoke, the question metaphorically lynching around my neck like a dead man hanging from a noose. Roy's piercing black eyes peered out from beneath his beetling brow watching my face intently, waiting for my reply. With balmy fingers he touched my mechanical fist, clenched and hanging by my side. Even though I couldn't feel the heat in my cold lifeless limb, I knew the man's hand was tepid to the touch. My anger -which was thick and rash- caught in my throat. I tried to take a step back, forgetting momentarily where I was, but when my rear bumped into the wall, I swore at my stupidity. Pined again, damn it…

"I… can't," I stuttered my words out, playing the part of the fool well. My sweaty palm found Roy's chest again, giving a slight, half hearted push.

"Can't is something you choose willing to do," Roy spoke with a sultry reverberating purr backing his words. His warm hand, the one not holding my metal extremity at my side, came to cup my right hand as it rested along the length of the fair skin of his sternum. "...But actually being able to be honest with one's self and accomplish that something says far better for your character than merely copping out and saying, I can't or I won't."

His words hit home more than I would like to admit. The impact was devastating, and as the dust settled I was left with crater of incertitude at the very center of my swiftly diminishing anger.

My mind drew a blank. Every word I ever knew escaped me. I opened my mouth but then proceeded to close it like a fish gasping for a breath. I blinked rapidly astonished at the lack of rage I was feeling. It was just gone; totally and utterly gone.

Roy took it upon himself to seize my momentarily lapse in judgment. Ducking his head down swiftly, his plump mouth caught my own in a sweet kiss, his bottom lip intertwined against mine. I gasped and Roy took complete advantage of it slipping his tongue alongside my own. It took only a moment of engaging coercion on Roy's part, but my unresponsive tongue soon stared the forbidden dance once again.

He tilted his head so our mouths were angled slightly different. All the while, Roy played with the tip of my tongue in a teasing caress, drawing my wet muscle into this eager hot mouth. Before long he was sucking on my tongue slow and diligently. The sensation was connected straight to my loins, directly renewing my deflated erection.

This is when I realized what was happening… What was I thinking…? Or better yet, what had I not been thinking…?

I open my eyes and blinked slowly, my lips still sealed to the others man's. Roy's face was blurry this close but I could see his eyes were also closed. I was feeling a little drunk with heat. And that slow dark calamity was making my balls ache, the heat settling low in my groin was pleasant and steady but somehow felt integrally all wrong.

That because you're kissing a guy and liking it, the little voice whispered again mockingly...

I choked on my own tongue, ripping my mouth away from Roy's. The air between us filled with nothing but our heavy breathing.

"I-I can't... do this." I somehow managed to say through the tightening of my throat. I closed my eyes, feeling them burning along the edges. Oh, fuck me. I was turning into a little bitch.

"Can't or Won't..." Roy spoke sounding raspy, his bottom lip swollen red from our savage kissing. Proof, I'd been enjoying myself suckling on them with a feverish need. "...either way, Edward, you're only lying to yourself." Roy continued and I realized I had opened my eyes at some point, and was gazing into Roy's lust burning stare. My line of sight drifted to his mouth as a smirk tugged on the corner of his ravaged lips, a smile which said: he was up to something no good.

My breath caught in my throat as I realized what he was up too. His hand which had a hold of my metal wrist at my side, swiftly abandoned cold steel for hot flesh covered by leather. I gritted my teeth from moaning in pleasure, his stealthy sleight of hand slid between our bodies, pressing a hot palm against my erection, hard and leaking underneath my leather pants.

"Because this, doesn't lie," and to put meaning behind his words Roy squeezed my groin creating a friction sweeter than sugar itself. I finally did moan before realizing what I was doing, I bit my bottom lip trying cloak the sound from being any more vocal than it had been.

I was losing this internal war ravaging my body.

Roy's thumb stroking along my chin with direct intention, the tip of his appendage traced the angle of my sharp jaw, his long lithe fingers hooked along the side of my neck in a gentle downward slide. I felt his thumb running a straight line towards my abused lip trapped between my front teeth. His dark eyes never left the motion of his fingers, I watched with rounded eyes as the man before me, played me like an expert fiddler. He pawed my bottom trapped lip, pulling it free from the grasp of my teeth. Roy didn't waste any time caressing my mouth until it fell open slightly. He shadowed his appendage, dipping into the moistened inner skin he found at the crease of my mouth before tracing the wet glide over my swollen dry lips.

"I want to hear you to moan, Edward. It's incredibly too sexy of a sound to be stifled." Roy spoke his confession while his blacken gaze following the line of my trembling lips. My chest burned at his overtly sexual statement. The motion of his hand swept down to grasp my chin in a solid hold. Roy's body once again moved pressing my spine further along the unforgiving wall at my back.

Roy tilted his head further down while wetting his lips with the tip of his tempting pink tongue. The warmth of his breath ghosted over my neck and face, a slow but tempting appeal. I closed my eyes at the husky reverberation of Roy's voice sinking in, the meaning of his words not lost on me.

His hand rubbing my groin moved up to my waist, working at my belt until it unlatched. The sound of the silver clasp and buckle clanking together set my heart into a flurry. My zipper followed suit and it nearly stopped my breathing.

This was really happening... I was going to let him... My hands gripped along Roy's biceps with a constricting grasp. I couldn't help the growing forbidding eagerness budding within my stomach, especially when the other man's fingers disappeared beneath my pants and boxer hem. He was grazing so close to my throbbing erection. Fingers slinked through my trimmed but coarse pubic hair. I couldn't help the involuntary sounds emitting from my mouth. I bowed helplessly into Roy teasing hand, earning myself a breathless chuckle from the man in front of me.

"Eager now, are we?"

"Shudda up, Bastarrr...!" My words were interrupted by Roy's hand wrapping around my ridge length, the insult on my tongue morphing into a strangled moan.

"You were saying…" The bastard captain whispered mockingly with his feverish lips grazing my cheek. If it hadn't been for the friction around my dick, I would've punched him and that smug look right off his face. Seeing that his hand was around my engorged length, my back arched and I pressed fervently into his awaiting fist. I grunted when I couldn't get enough of the heat wrapped around me. My boxer hem and pants were getting in the way.

Roy realized this moments later, pulling the elastic of my gray boxer shorts down and lifting my swollen uncut dick from the recesses of my pants. The chilled air of the living room touched the moistened foreskin covering the tip. It sent a bout of shivers tracing down my spine and straight to my scrotum. My fingers tightened forcefully on Roy's arms as his capable hand gave me a downward stroke revealing the redden head of my penis to the open air. I moaned at the touch of the hot, clammy skin of his palm gliding upwards and then back down in tight jerky motions. I cried out at the motion.

I knew from somewhere within me this wasn't okay. That this was entirely not supposed to be happening, I had never except nor even planned for this turn of events... but then why did it feel so good...? Why did a part of me want to continue with this unknown pleasure? I didn't have the answers but I did know, never in any of my endeavors or encounters with the opposite sex had I consequently felt this aroused from any of their touches. Even intercourse with a woman never felt as divine as the simple action of Roy's hand pumping my erection…My body was burning with a forbidden desire, and I couldn't deny any it longer. I was enjoying myself and it felt oh so, liberating.

A low growl trickled out from between Roy's soft, plump lips. My pulse in my throat, thudding against my skin visibly. I open my eyes as the other man grunted out something that sounded like 'this won't do.' against the nape of my neck.

He moved so fast, letting go of my dick resulting in me an awkward girlish yelp, which I would later deny adamantly.

Roy was just suddenly gripping my ass through soft leather, making my legs automatically wrap around his muscular hips. I was looking into his eyes from inches away. My hands were on his arms, but not in a useful -I'm going to help hold myself up- kind of way. I tried to glare towards Roy, but only succeeded in a look of slight annoyance covered with ample lust.

"Which way is your bedroom?" He whispered, but his voice held that same edge of growl, as if his voice was deepening. My pulse sped up again, as if I'd choked on it. I swallowed twice not trusting my own voice... "I-uh... it...it's up the stairs."

Before the words left my mouth, Roy was crossing the room and half way up the stair to my bedroom with me clinging to his chest and arms. The second his foot found the hallow flooring of my loft, I felt his muscle tense beneath my hands resting on his arms and then I was airborne, falling towards my unmade bed.

Seconds later, I hit the mattress, my hands slapping against the sheets to taking the brunt of the blow, thankfully the bed was soft enough to take the impact but that didn't mean it wasn't startling as hell…

I laid there on the bed trying to breathe past the nearly painful beat of my pulse in my throat. Roy stood at the edge of my bed; bare chest looking down upon me sprawled out on the messy sheets, my hair fanning out around my face. The expression touching his eyes left me with a burning want. I watched through lust hooded eyes as Roy's made quick work of his black belt, unbuckling it and sliding it from the belt loops of his pants in a fluent motion. The muscles in his bicep flexed and rolled under his fair skin at the movements. The sound of fabric and leather sliding along each other filled the space between us.

I could feel my heart trying to jump out of my chest at the sight before me.

Roy worked the fastening of his trousers opens, sliding the zipper down in a rushed whoosh, the pants fell effortlessly to the ground bunching around Roy's creamy calves. The other man stood at the edge of my bed in only white boxer briefs, his obvious arousal staring me in the face.

"Do you want me?"

I flicked my eyes back up to his face at his question and found him looking at me. He noticed what I had been doing; watching him intently as he disrobed.

"What?" I asked lamely.

"Do you want me, Edward?"

"I-I-Uh…" I didn't know how to answer… I opened my mouth and then closed it. Did I want him? The answer was, yes. Yes, I fucking wanted the other man, but could I actually admit this aloud to him? I didn't even know the answer myself…

I sighed and looked towards my hands… Maybe I should just start with the truth. That seems the most logical approach to this. But then there was no more time to think because the bed dipped, giving into Roy's weight. I guess he didn't want to wait for an answer.

I started to sit up, and Roy was there dropping the full weight of his body onto me with a kiss falling on my parted lips. The chilled metal of his dog tags fell against the skin of my throat like lead weights as I could feel Roy's stiff cock sliding against my belly. I shuddered arching up against the hands roaming over my hips, tipping my head back in supplication.

I was surprisingly trapped underneath him, and almost choking on his tongue and the fiction of our harden dicks slotted together. I couldn't want it anymore. It felt like nothing I had ever experienced.

I should've been scared, Roy was a big guy and he could probably force me to do anything he really wanted from me. My hands stroked up his large arms at that thought, curving along every muscle ridge I found. I realized as my hand graced his shoulders and felt the power behind them as he held himself poised above me on his elbows. I realized then, how much bigger Roy really was then me with his wide thighs pressing my lower half down into the mattress. How I did not noticed before was beyond me... I was left unarmed without a gun in sight; half naked, and totally aroused. I had no idea where my Glock was at. I should've been freaking out. I should've been running for my life a long time ago. Instead I was here and enjoying myself with another man… letting him touch me as I let go of my fears.

Who would've thought…?

I smiled into the kiss, making Roy pull away from my lips with a smirk draped along his mouth as well.

"I'll take your smile for a yes, then." Roy spoke, tracing an eager finger over my swollen bottom lip. I subconsciously licked at my dry lips at the same time. My tongue grazed the salty metallic skin of the other man's wandering hand touching my mouth. I hadn't anticipated my suddenly growing courage which was astonishingly out weighing my retreating nervousness of this situation.

I did it again brazenly; I licked my flat-tongue up the first blunt finger before sucking it messily in my mouth. Roy stilled, his lips slacking, and he let out a noise low and full of gravel that made my stomach clench in lust.I watched Roy's expression; my eyes rolled upwards taking it all in; from his lax parted mouth, to his dark blown pupils, and don't forget the obvious strain in the muscle making up his shoulders and neck. I felt hot with want; hot with the knowledge of Roy's lust burning truthfully through his dark eyes down upon my wrecked form.

Oh and how it felt, to be wanted by another...

"Ed-ward..." The roll of my name falling from Roy's mouth, the single word spoken in a barest of whisper dusted my cheeks with warmth from his breath with how close he was to me. "...you don't know how much I want you." I felt Roy's other hand resting on my hip, flex and grip at me urgently. It was almost to the point of leaving a bruise but the leather of my pants kept his hold on the lighter side of painful.

His finger slipped from my lips as he slid his wet appendage over the rough skin of my chin. The trail of saliva followed in the wake as it slipped down the hollow side of my exposed throat. I was rapidly becoming dizzy with heat from Roy's proximity.

"How I want this…" Roy whispered again dipping his head to fervently kiss me, his hand lingering with the grasp on my chin. His other hand position my hips upwards at the angle so our erections could rub against each other. I moaned into his mouth, it was a desperate sound even to my own ears. If I wasn't already sure I was red in the face from lust, then I knew I would have been purple upon hearing such a perverted noise leaving my throat.

I didn't know what to do with my hands; my mouth; my body… Was I just supposed to lay there and let Roy have his way with me? Or was I actually supposed to be doing something as well… I've never played the role of the submissive partner in bed. I was always been the aggressor, the one on top, you could say… My hands moved from Roy's back, to his shoulders and then down to grip the white sheets above my head, trying to find something to do with them. I was really at a great loss; I was way out of my league, quite literally. I knew nothing about gay sex or how to go about accomplishing it.

Okay, that wasn't entirely true, I knew of the fundamentals… but nothing of the actual act itself. I couldn't even bring myself to picture what it must be like…

I felt my eye brow dip into a frown; I was over thinking this… again. I had to keep telling myself this was just sex. That I had done it a hundred times over but then again, I had been having sex with women, not men. I scowled deeper into the kiss, my lips became less responsive. Roy was realizing something was wrong because indeed moments later he was pulling away from our stagnant kiss.

"What's the matter, Edward?" Roy's voice sounded like rough gravel and it sent a sharp spike of arousal to my engorged erection, making it twitched lewdly between our stomachs.

"I-I don't..." I paused to lick at my calloused kissed lips, "I don't know what I'm doing..." I felt flustered at the omission, but it was the truth— for once in my life I didn't know how to go about this in the right matter. I pushed at Roy's chest lightly with the palm of my flesh hand, signaling I wanted him to move so I could rest on my elbows supine. He listened as he rolled back onto his haunches between my spread thighs. "It's just…" I let out a hearty sigh at what I was about to confess, "You're a man…"

Roy's dark brow arched comically. "Indeed I am…" A smug smile tugged on the corner of his mouth, I glared towards the other man's cocky face. And in spite of being mocked so blatantly, I continued on before my nerve could fail me…

"And I am a man." I said looking between the two of us.

Roy looked back at me like I was the one who'd lost his mind. His black shaggy head tilted slightly towards the right in a silent question. His vaulted eyebrow disappearing beneath the loose, falling bangs draped over his laughing eyes.

"Yes, you certainly are…" Roy said as his dark eyes rolling down towards my exposed and -still- weeping erection. A small puddle of pre-come had gathered on the front of my black shirt, smeared simultaneously with my shame and honesty. I looked away, my mouth went dry and my face burnt with heat coated from lust.

"Yes, entirely male…"

I twisted my head to the side and moved my flesh hand to cover my leaking arousal from prying eyes. I didn't get very far because my wrists were gripped between in steel like grasp preventing me from hiding myself.

"Don't..." Roy spoke with an acute feeling behind his words. "I want to see your passion for me..."

I groan aloud at that, dropping my elbows and falling back onto the comfy mattress. Holy fuck... was the only thought sparking through my short circuited brain. And Roy, of course, took it as an invitation and acted on it immediately. Releasing my thin wrists at my sides, both of his warm hands found the waist of my leather pants. Roy's quick fingers found my skin like heat seeking missiles as he made fast work of my boxers and pants earlier. It was easy seeing the fastening and belt were already undone from before. The pants were gone before I could offer a complaint and Roy's was back between the sprawl of my bare legs.

I gripped at the sheets by my sides in fistfuls and was thanking that I hadn't trimmed my bangs yet because they shrouded my burning face. I felt Roy's fingers trailing along the edge of my left thigh, where metal met scarred flesh. A shiver ran across my skin leaving flesh bumps in its wake. I dug my face further into my hair surrounding me. Roy's head ducked and he mouthed wetly against the inner part of my thigh up to the spot just below the crease where leg became groin, scraping teeth teasingly light over my sensitive skin.

I moaned encouragingly, knuckling the sheets in a death grip. My noises seemed to energize Roy... The slide of nascent stubble cheek across the soft skin of my scarred thigh took my breath away and I leaned further into the touch. With the heat of the moment sweeping me away, my feet planted themselves against the bed to get better leverage and with a mind of their own my hips rolled up suggestively into nothing but air.

With a dark chuckle filling the air, Roy gripped my hips and pinned them back to the mattress with a firm hold. I bit my lip to stop the groan of embarrassment trying to escape me. Roy's answer was for him to exhale hot air against my scrotum. His lips skimmed back to my trembling inner-thigh, lips nipping and sucking up and down. Every kiss sent a jolt of pleasure through my stomach. I moan again helplessly, while grabbing blindly for Roy's broad back. The man's deltoids are a national treasure, I thought through a wave of dizzyingly heat.

Roy made a noise in his throat and bit down on the soft flesh of my right thigh, making me hiss out and I twitched sharply at the immediate response. The dark hair man pulled back at that, his lips shiny with saliva, a small smirk playing on his features that I could see even through the dimly lit room.

"Liked that, did you," he murmured. I lifted my head looking down my body and blinked towards him, glassy-eyed.

"What do you want, a fucking medal?" I snorted while flopping my head back onto the pillow. "Do it again."

"Bossy, little thing you are..."

I whipped my head back up, my bedridden hair slapped angrily at my cheeks, the argument of how I wasn't little died on my lips rapidly. I watched with terribly widen eyes as Roy took the head of my cock into his ridiculous hot mouth, it slid in deeper and deeper, until I could feel the head of my shaft knocking the back of his tight throat. I saw white, and heard a ringing in my ear.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck you; you fucking bastard, fuck me-"

Roy's response was to hum around my prick in his mouth. I groaned again and let my head fall back. I shut my eyes at not being able to take the sight of Roy's pink mouth stretched around my blunt dick.

So hot, so fucking hot…

Roy pulled off and licked flat-tongue up my spit slickened shaft. His hand gripped the base and stroked up as his mouth latched onto my reddened tip. He set a fulfilling rhythm; from sucking with hollow cheeks to licking my length with his tongue. It was intense, it was wild, and I couldn't help moaning like a truck stop hooker.

"Fuck, Roy." I groaned out, broken from lust, and I grasped at the man's firm shoulders like anchors keeping me from drifting away. My fingers slid against flat planes of muscles laced here and there with fine ridges. Roy's hand not pumping my erection in time with an evenly matched mouth, glided up to my tense stomach. His hand snaked under my shirt, pulling the fabric up to reveal my defined abs to the chilled air. The lewd wet sounds of Roy's lips smacking on my cock, made me dig my fingernails deeper into flesh of his neck.

Fuck me. Fuck, it feels so good… I open my eyes and looked down. I realized Roy's dark blown eyes were drunk with lust and were watching me like a spider getting ready to consume the fly. My eyes shut firmly; I wasn't going to last much longer if I had a visual to go along with the feeling of my cock sinking into a damp warm mouth over and over again.

My breath rattled in my throat, my heart pounded like a freight train, my balls drew up tight and this is when Roy's mouth pulls off with a wetly smacking sound. His lips still hovered near enough to feel his hot breath on the damp skin. I actually whined when he pulled his head away... I tried to sit up but Roy's pressed a palm to the center of my chest and pushed me back down to the bed.

"Wha- what are you-?" I couldn't even get the words out before I watched with round doe eyes as Roy pulled the edges of his white boxer briefs down to reveal an impressive erection. I didn't have time to actually see much, considering Roy dropped his weight back onto me, our bare arousal's slid together unabashed, already slick with pre-come, saliva and the sweat pooling in the grooves of my hips.

It felt so blindingly good, the moaning -on both our parts- constantly filled the air around the two of us. I want more, now, I kept thinking grasping at Roy's solid sides.

Evidently Roy did, too, because his hand shoved down between our sticky bodies, catching my engorged sex against his lithe fingers, while skillfully rolling his hips up against the heat. Our cocks rubbed together in the curvature of his sweaty palm. I moaned out as I felt the heat from his dick on one side of my erection and his slick hand on the other. Roy's forehead knocked against my temple and a stuttering groan left his parted mouth. Out of the periphery of my vision, I watched the muscles in Roy's arms bunch under his skin as he simultaneously jerked us off and rolled his hips forward.

"Oh fuck..." I bit my lip and felt the tingling in my balls as they drew themselves in tighter to my body. "I'm- fuck, fuck, I'm going to-" I panted, voice high, fractured from need. Roy went down onto one of his elbows, lowering himself enough to press his stubbly face into my throat. His lips skimmed the sweaty skin of my neck, before he bit down hard, sucking at my skin. I gasped, and I was coming, fucking hard and fast. I shudder through it as I empty myself out on to our chests. Roy kept rocking down against me, I retained enough presence of mind to grab onto Roy by the shoulders and pull him closer. The other mans thrusts went jerky and rough, he grunted against my neck, and then I felt him shudder to a halt, I felt the heat of his seeds mingling with my own now cooling cum splattered on our stomachs. Roy sagged down against me and he went utterly still. For a moment I thought he'd fallen asleep.

I let myself drift for a moment, basking in the post coital glow, not wanting to face the harsh reality of what I had just done. My hand rested on Roy's back; his face nestled in the crook of my neck. I laid there with Roy's warm breath ghosting over the bruise that was now forming where he had bitten me. I was going to have to wear a scarf tomorrow to work, I sigh towards the ceiling. Or better yet, a neck-brace seemed more logical. I can't wear a scarf all day; people would start to ask questions. And then I would have to tell them I had sex with a dude...

My blood ran cold; it felt like someone had walked over my grave. I stared forward to the wood planking high above me in the rafters with the weight of my lover pressing me down into the mattress.

I, Edward Elric, the eldest of the Elric brothers had just had sex with a man and enjoyed it. Okay it wasn't really sex, more like jerking off onto each other but still… I groan internally squeezing my eyes shut tightly as I felt the first wave of nausea hit me.

The tiny voice in the back of my mind, mocked me, gloating that it had been correct this entire time. I'm gay… I felt my eye's prickle in shame. I am gay. I repeated once more in my head as I burrowed further into Roy's shoulder, hiding my face. I'm gay. I'm gay. I'm gay… The thoughts circling in my head were making me dizzy but they wouldn't retreat.

I listen to same phrase over and over that night in my mind, as Roy slept soundly in my bed. I'm gay. I'm gay and I'd liked being blown by a man. Every time I thought those words, the feeling of nausea crept up my throat. I had taken the first steps out of the metaphorical closet not even knowing I had been trapped inside all these years.

It was scary, because I didn't know how to tell my family I liked men. It was utterly terrifying because I didn't know how I was going to keep my job as a detective if any news of this happens to get out. But it felt invigorating knowing after all these years of wondering why a woman's touch never felt like enough; I now knew the answer…

I'm gay.

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