Beta: Mcarnality (You're. Awesome.)

Chapter 12: Whatever you need of me.

Previously: "Well Mr. Elric," Roy spoke, voice sounding even deeper than before. He moved to sit up while removing his shirt in one clean go. The silver, military dog tags slapped noisily against his chest. My eyes followed the motion and continued down as Roy popped the top button of his pants lewdly.

"—let's see what you've learned."

-Edward-

My chest was still heaving from my orgasm, my heart beating a mile a minute. Thoughts franticly tripping over one another other as my fried brain took in the sight of Roy's nimble fingers opening the 'V' of his pants.

I could see his black boxer-briefs beneath. The fabric visibly taut over the weeping head of his arousal.

It should've been a turnoff, something a straight man would never find attractive. Up till a few days ago, I had thought myself to be of a heterosexual orientation. Somewhere along this twisted journey I'd realized I probably wasn't as straight as I thought myself to be. A straight line curving under a great pressure...

"Edward…" Roy spoke my name simply, my eyes – I hadn't noticed I had closed – snapped back open, searching the other man's face.

If Roy looked delicious to me before, he looked downright sinful now. A pleasurable haze shrouded every inch of his expression. Already dark eyes blown wide, his mouth parted and slack from endorphins. A rush of heat –even though I'd just come- rushed through my stomach at the pleasing sight.

Yup, I was a curving line. That's a good analogy.

I swallowed hard at the amount of saliva gathering in my mouth and I forced myself to move, to lift my body in a supine position. My brain was too hazy to put up much of a complaint, and if I was being honest with myself, I was deathly nervous. It was a stupid notion, being intimidated by something like this, but the anxiety of the situation was real nonetheless.

Roy was watching from the foot of the bed, my pants still open at the front and pulled down about mid-thigh with the cool air touching my sensitive sex. All the blood that had been circulating downwards gathered in my face. It motivated me to try and pull my pants up into a more decent position.

"Edward…" Roy said again with a rumble behind his words. I stopped mid-motion in my frantic scramble to re-dress myself. Looking back upwards, Roy had an amused look riding on top of his lusty expression.

"Just take them off…" His obsidian iris appeared to shimmer in the dim light surrounding us.

My heart thudded into the bottom of my chest and the word love flashed in my mind.

After that, I didn't really think, I just listened, kicking my loosely-tied boots to the floor, my jeans following close behind. I left my boxers on, pulling them up to sit around my waist. When I looked back over to Roy, he was now missing his dark dress pants.

Fucking…shit…he is attractive. Roy's ridiculously long legs were bared to sight. Dark black boxer-briefs hung dangerously low. The cut line of his oblique's stared me in the face like a daunt arrow pointing down to the direction I would be heading. I licked my lips as I followed that line, Roy's arousal straining on the fabric. My mouth went dry as I thought of Roy's cock being fed into my mouth. How it would feel hitting the back of my throat, how it would feel stretching my lips around his darkened tip.

The blush I was experiencing deepened at my thoughts, and I dropped backwards onto the bed with an embarrassed groan.

Thinking about doing something and actually doing it are two entirely different things, I told myself.

Feeling the bed dip to my left, my eyes snapped open. I knew they were huge and round. Roy merely smiled and leaned his body towards mine.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, Edward."

An anger flared inside of me. "I'm not afraid."

Roy's simple smile grew at my sharp words. The action stroked the fury gathering in my chest. My ego would have it no other way.

"Your expression tells me otherwise…" He spoke lifting his thumb to run over my frowning brows. The motion smoothed the ripples of my emotion out.

Roy's hand slid from my forehead down the side of my face, "There we go…" he muttered, fingers slipping to my jaw. His thumb grazed my chin, dancing a line to my bottom lip.

My chest lurched again. I love him, I thoughtless pondered.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about…" Roy's words were spoken deliberately slow as his thumb slipped between my parted lips. I watched his face, dark eyes blown-wide from need.

My chest felt like it was on fire, drawing in tight breaths as his finger sunk past my teeth and onto my tongue. I could taste the salty-tang of his skin as my wet muscle unintentionally swiped across the pad of his finger.

His eyes flicked back towards my line of sight; they were sharp with arousal.

"Suck it."

It hadn't been spoken as a request. It had sounded more like a command, and I normally would've lashed out with anger at someone trying to tell me what to do. But this was not a normal situation. Instead there was a heat pooling in my loins.

Roy looked at me with those lusty eyes and I realized, how I could ever deny him anything…

My lips latched onto the digit in my mouth and started stroking experimental flicks with my tongue. The reaction was almost instantaneous; the other man's lips parted, going slack. His eyes watched his appendage disappearing into the warmth of my mouth. A chilly tingle swept down my spine at the stimulating action I was playing upon his thumb.

The next words leaving Roy came out as a pleasurable hiss, "Yes, Edward just like that." And from somewhere deep inside me, I got off at the easy praises.

Thud: Love.

Roy slid his thumb purposefully across my tongue and caught my attention with a lusty glance.

"You have no idea what you look like…" he said slacked mouth.

Love.

I sucked his finger down to the hilt with my eyes closed, a moan for my answer because my mouth was otherwise occupied.

"Fucking – Christ - Edward."

Thud.

The way you speak my name… I fucking love it, I thought, sucking vigorously before taking the opportunity to pop his finger out and slide up onto my knees.

Roy complained but soon realized what I was doing.

I wanted this. I need this. Repeated through my brain as I pushed Roy onto his back effortlessly. Once there, I gripped the edges of his briefs and tore them down his – fucking ridiculous - long legs.

I didn't linger, my heedfulness was back on my prize between his legs.

It was large and swollen bobbing into open air, red in color from the lack of attention. The tip glistening from pre-come and I wanted it in my mouth. I could feel the quickening pulse under my tongue as I grabbed the base of his shaft with my flesh hand.

Tentatively, I bent my head down and licked the length. A soft groan echoed from overhead at my action, so I tried again. Slowly and deliberately, I flattened my tongue on the underside from hilt to tip. Roy breathed heavily through his nose as I looked up towards his face unabashed.

I wanted more of that look… An expression of pure want and need.

-Roy-

I looked down into the boy's open expression, he was enjoying himself. I could tell by the twinkle in his yellow eyes. Of course I didn't miss the fact Edward was taking this slow. Almost too slow, -ridiculously fucking- slow. A whine caught in the back of my throat as Edward found my slit with his tongue. A moan escaped me as the boy took the head of my cock into his hot mouth.

It felt incredibly warm.

He did not tease for long after that. Gaining courage and momentum, Edward grabbed hold of my length. Stroking me while sucking on my fat tip with long - sure - pulls. He took me slowly into his mouth, inch after inch, in a downward motion. I couldn't help my hands finding their way into his golden lock, simply petting as I slid further into the wet space.

The first time he tried going all the way down, he took too much all at once, gagging and coming off for air. I moaned around his gasp for breath, his throat had constricted around me and had felt entirely too good.

A look of determination took hold of the boy's face and he fed my tip back into his sweet mouth.

He didn't stop trying to take more and more until he could do… oh… just that.

I groaned and my neck arched back against the cool sheets, my whole length was surrounded by delicious wet heat. From root to -fucking- tip, I must have said something aloud along those lines because a hum of acknowledgement echoed from Edward and straight through my dick and up my spine.

I was mumbling about everything and nothing now, dirty words of encouragement slipping past my tongue.

Edward increased the bobble of his head at the string of profanity escaping me. He looked perfect there between my legs, better than any fantasy I could have strung through my head.

"Fuck, yes Edward…"

"Just like that… "

"Dear, sweet boy…"

I looked down towards the blonde between my legs, my cock disappearing rapidly past those pink
- fuck-able - lips.

I took notice some of his gold hair had started sticking to the side of his face. I gathered them all up high on his head in a single fist holding them loosely away from the pretty sight of penetration.

Edward's red-rimmed eyes opened at the feeling of his hair being moved and rolled them up to look at me. An icy-hot shock of pleasure ripped through me and before I knew what I was doing, I was coming. Hard and rapid, like a teenager on prom-night. My hands gripped harshly at the strands of hair in my hands. My hips rutting forwards unintentionally.

The boy's eyes widened in shock with the first wave of fluid painting the inside of his mouth white. He came off choking, coughing and gasping for air. He turned his cheek and all I could think was oh fuck… before tight ropes of cum caught the side of Edward's face and neck.

I moaned through my orgasm and only when I was spent did I allow myself to feel remorse over what had just happened. Looking down the length of my body towards Edward, I saw the extent of the damage.

The side of his face was covered in clear fluid, mostly covering his chin where he'd coughed most of it out and his cheek where he turned into the line of spray.

"White's a good color for you…" It was the first thing that popped into my mind to say.

Angry eyes - blood-shot from choking - gave me a dead-pan stare.

"Not. Funny." His voice hoarse and scratchy. "Not even remotely funny …" Edward grumbled, scrambling off the bed.

"I was only joking…" I spoke to his retreating back. The door to the bathroom slammed shut before I could utter another word of an apology.

At least his clothes were still on the floor next to the bed. Meaning he wasn't going anywhere. I chuckled at the situation. It really was quite funny.

"YOU GOT IT IN MY HAIR, YOU BASTARD!"

I started laughing, loud and boisterous because sometimes sex was just that— A delicious situation gone astray and all you could do was sit back and find the humor from it. Because at the end of the day sex would always be awkward. Even for the best of us. It was human nature but it didn't stop us all from looking stupid while doing it.

15 minutes later

With Edward still locked behind the bathroom door, I got up and quickly dressed in some clothes, a pair of sweats and white t-shirt from my suitcase. I'd grabbed my smokes off the desk before making my way over to the patio doors leading to a balcony.

The chill of the night's breeze caught me off guard but I soon became accustomed to the nipping winds. I lit my cigarette and took a deep calming breath from it. The billowing smoke pooled from my mouth as I exhaled.

Smoking after any type of sex was seriously one of the best feelings. Endorphins and Nicotine blended so sweetly together, leaving you with a naturally-chemical-high.

I smirked and took another pull of smoke into my lungs.

This is when I heard the chirping of my phone from inside the room. Any good feelings I'd built up around me crumbled like a sledgehammer to a wall. I dropped my head to my chest and felt the pain from before seeping in through the cracks.

My phone kept ringing, and I knew I couldn't ignore it. There were people out there who needed to talk to me. The thing was, was I ready to talk back?

With a deep sigh, I set my cigarette down on the banister and made my way inside. I found my phone right where I'd left it - more like thrown it - up against the far wall away from the bed. I picked the plastic device up, my stomach dropped at the I.D scrolling on the phone.

Gracia Hughes.

I literally felt my insides turn over. Swallowing once and taking a deep steading breath, I hit the answer button and brought the phone to my ear.

"Gracia…"

-"Oh Roy, I finally got ahold of you…" her voice sounded hoarse like she'd been crying a lot. I scolded myself of courses she's been, her husband just died. This thought only sent a cold knot to my stomach.

"I-I- how are you holding up…" It was a stupid question to ask; I instantly knew it. My brain to mouth filter seemed too broken tonight.

-"as good as I'm going to be…" I heard a sniffle on the other side of the line. I wasn't making this any better…

"Gracia, what happened…? How did—." I couldn't finish the sentence; it hurt too much to say aloud. She got what I'd been trying to say and answered my question accordingly.

Apparently Maes had gotten a call the night of his death to come into the office, something about a case he and his fellow officer were working on. Gracia knew nothing about the logistics of the mission, just that it was Top secret and Maes couldn't tell her anything about it. He kissed her goodbye at 7:45, after tucking Elicia into bed, and left the house, saying he didn't know what time he would be home.

From there she only knows what the police have told her.

Around 10:30 pm, Maes left his office and walked to the library four blocks away. This is where he stopped and called me an hour later. Approximately ten minutes after, he was shot at point blank range. There appeared to be a struggle. The blood of another person was found at the crime scene, enough to consider Maes's attacker to be gravely wounded or dead.

-"— he was pronounced dead in the ambulance." Gracia's voice sounded weaker as her sentence trailed off into nothing but dead air over the phone.

-"He was a good man, Roy. A good man, why would anyone want to hurt him?"

It was a question I'd been asking myself since finding out about my friend's death. Why him, why such a great person.

"Gracia, you know I can't answer that."

-"I know…" I could hear the sad smile in her voice.

I moved the phone away from my mouth and took a deep breath. The pain in my chest was growing by the second but Gracia needed me. This wasn't about my grief but hers and the Hughes family.

Clearing my voice of any signs of sorrow, I asked the question that needed to be enquired about.

"What are the police doing about the case? Do they have any leads?"

-"No leads as of yet. They were going over evidence last time I spoke with the Detectives."

Of course they didn't have any leads, who'd want to murder a man like Maes Hughes? Someone had to have wanted him dead but who? It was eating at me, something in this story wasn't adding up correctly.

-"Roy…" Gracia's voice sounded distant. "The funeral is in two days…" there was a pause filled with more quiet sniffles before she went on… "Are you going to be able make it home?"

I hadn't been home to Dublith in years. Yes, I had a residence there but I didn't consider it to be 'home' any more. I wasn't going to correct her though.

"Of course, I'm coming."

I heard her sigh of relief, as if she'd been worried I wasn't going to show for something this important.

I understood I was at sea eighty-five percent of the year being a captain of frigate warship. But even if I had been in the middle of the ocean when this had happen, I would've somehow come to pay homage to my best friend's life.

I felt my throat tighten and my eyes prickle with unshed tears at my thoughts. Fuck, it was time for me to get off the phone. I knew Gracia could hear it in my tone as I said my hurried goodbyes but I couldn't care. I hung up, set my phone on the dresser and then turned and walked back outside.

The cold winds didn't bother me this time, my body was numbed from that conversation. With shaking fingers I lit another cigarette and drew in the harsh smoke into my lungs and held it. Not breathing and only exhaling when I felt like I couldn't hold it any longer. My head swam in a lightheaded sensation as I slid down the wall until I was resting against the chilled concrete.

When I drew my legs into my body, it had nothing to do with the frigid breeze but more to do with the feeling coursing in my chest and stomach. I took another puff and shakily exhaled. My arms wrapped around my legs with my cheek resting on my knees.

-Edward-

I'd heard every word Roy had said to - who I presumed was - Gracia, Roy's friend's wife.

My soul quivered for him.

The conversation sounded painful like a healing wound being torn open because of a repentant infection. I didn't want to be rude, intruding on something so private. So I hid away in the bathroom waiting for the sound of their conversation to fade before coming out.

The sound of Roy's voice nearly had broken my heart. He sounded so distant and hurt. I just wanted to take all the pain away from him, if I could I would've bore it on my shoulders.

I had fallen fast, and I had fallen hard for the other man, and I hated to see Roy suffering.

When the voices stopped with a hasty goodbye, I heard muted shuffling before everything grew gravely silent.

I opened the door then, freshly showered and still garbed in a fluffy white towel, to an empty room.

I frowned at the prospect of Roy leaving me alone but then I saw the white transparent curtains blowing in the winds. I realized then that this room had a balcony of some kind.

I got dressed fast, not caring for my socks nor shoes, and walked towards the partially-opened French door. I needed to check on the other man. If not for him but for my own sanity…

When I stepped outside, what I saw made my throat tighten considerably. Roy was tucked far into the corner of the landing, curled tightly into a ball. The position had nothing to do with the nip in the air but more to do with wanting to cut himself off from the outside world.

I knew the feeling all too well. The feeling of wanting to sink in on yourself as you wished you'd disappear.

The only reason I knew Roy was awake or even alive was the cigarette hanging from his limp fingers. I watched his pale hand rise, bring the white stick to his face hidden from my view. A white cloud flew over his dark head and then up into nothing.

"You know, those will kill you…" I said lightly as if not to disturb the already fickle ambiance. My words were a direct recall of the first thing I said to him at my brother's wedding.

Roy's head turned towards me, his eyes were filled with a sheen of sadness before a wall slammed down covering the despair hiding beneath.

"How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough."

He let out a sigh and brought his cigarette back to his dry lips. Roy took a long drawl before smothering the amber end into the ground, snubbing the flame out. He spoke with the smoke curling from his parted mouth and up into his face.

"You know, you aren't the only person to tell me that…"

A sad smile bowed on his downturned face. His black eyes looked up at me, "His name was Maes Hughes… and he was a good man." He snorted a bitter laugh," he'd always tell me to quit while I was still young." His attention turned back to his pack of cigarettes.

My brow dipped; I already knew who Roy was talking about. He was the friend who had just been found murdered yesterday. But I didn't want Roy knowing I'd been sent over here by Riza and Al to check up on him. It felt too impersonal and on the thin line of being disrespectful towards Roy. He wasn't a child, he didn't need a babysitter.

Besides I wanted to hear the information from Roy. Not some second hand phone call from my brother's new wife, telling me what happened through the grapevine. I needed to hear it right from the source. Not because I wanted to know about the juicy gossip but because I desired to stand near Roy in his time of need.

"Who was that on the phone?" I asked walking the distance separating us and sitting down next to him. It was an easy question, something small to start off on.

"Gracia. Hughes's lovely wife." He spoke with a cig hanging from his lips, readying to be lit. The match sparked to life, the smell of sulfur hanging in the air. Roy brought the flame to the tip and sucked the filter to start the fresh cigarette.

"So, I guess that means you heard that whole conversation." The rich-smoke rippled out his parted mouth.

"Not all of it," I lied through my teeth, I'd heard the whole god-damn thing from the bathroom.

Roy's mouth was pressed into a thin line, his eyebrows knitted together. "You heard enough." He said this mostly to himself, leaning his head against to rest against the wall.

"For what it's worth—"I muttered a moment after silence had fallen over us "… I know how it feels."

"Come again…" he replied turning his dark head to actually look at me.

"To lose someone…" Roy was now watching me with one eyebrow piqued.

"I-I-I know how it can be… that's all I'm saying." I sputtered out. No ever said I was never good at this comforting thing.

Another bout of silence fell around us with Roy returning to smoking, while I pulled my auto-mail leg in towards my chest.

"Who'd you lose?"

It was my turn to be surprised. I wasn't expecting Roy to care, let alone actually ask…

"My father." I answered detached as I looked up towards the dark night sky. There were dark grey clouds hanging above us, threatening to let loose and drown us.

"I'm sorry to hear that…"

I glanced back towards him. Roy's dark eyes flickered over my face.

It was alright, my father's death happened a long time ago. It honestly felt like ages ago, another life time and I said as much for my reply.

"I lost my father, a few years back," Roy added as a side note. "—but then again, I'd already felt like he was dead long before his actual death."

My brow bunched then smoothed in one fell swoop. "I take it, you and your folks didn't get along?"

Roy took a drag off his smoke and blew it out before answering.

"My relationship with my mother is nothing but a manageable long-distant telephone, I'll-talk-to-you-once-a-year…"

"My father and I on the other hand- "he scoffed a resentfully. "Let's just say my father and I didn't see eye to eye on the whole 'your son's a fag' thing."

He stretched his legs out in front of him, and I watched those long legs unfold.

Roy was sharing information readily so I continued asking questions. "So, your father didn't like you because you were gay?"

"Didn't like me." Another bitter laugh fell from his lips. "Now that's an understatement. My father loathed me for the fact I was into guys." He was smiling as he spoke but I knew better. It wasn't a happy smile.

"He actually sent me to a Catholic boarding school, hoping the nuns could beat the gay out of me."

"Harsh," was my response. I could only imagine what it'd been like going through the motion of your childhood with a bigot for a father. Harsh was the only word for it.

"You could say that again…" he muttered mindlessly flicking at the cigarette between his fingers.

The ear deafening silence leaked back over us. The cooing of the winds and the passing cars from down below were playing out like ambient music between us. I began to fidget sitting next to Roy as he smoked the remainder of his smoke.

There was a rumble of thunder off in the distance, drawing my eye back to the skyline. The dark clouds from before appeared to be heavier and more condensed. It was going rain again.

"May I ask you something…?" Roy's voice broke through the stillness.

"Depends on the question." I spoke, turning my head back towards the man next to me. His face was a lot closer this time, the smell of the sharp aroma of tobacco clung to his breath. It wasn't an unpleasant scent, just one I wasn't used to.

"What did you actually do to hurt your knuckles…?"

His question made my eyes drift down to my injury resting on my bent knee. And as if it was magic, once I started paying attention to the wound, it started to ache again. I flexed my hand into a fist, the raw flesh stretched along the bone and cartilages beneath. The blood was flowing quicker now, worsening the throb.

"I punched someone…" I spoke emotionless while examining my knuckles.

"Did you now?" Roy sounded intrigued.

I nodded my head and dropped my fist back down to rest on my knee.

Roy was watching me now, I could see him out my peripherals, and I turned to meet his dark eyes. The other man pivoted his body towards me slightly. Our knees knocked together as our thighs touched from general proximity.

"Did he deserve it?" Roy questioned through a cloud of smoke.

I laughed just to get the distastefulness out of my mouth. "I think he did."

"What did he do?"

I paused at the question, Roy's words instantly made me think of Russell's smug face right before I punched him. Then Winry's sad eyes came into play and I suddenly felt like a total ass-hat.

I shouldn't already be having feelings for someone new. It was kind of wrong. Okay, it was really wrong.

With my eyes tracing Roy's handsome face, I knew that my emotion for the other man couldn't be helped. I was already head-over-heels.

It wasn't like I was going to admit that out loud to the other man. I really didn't want to make Roy feel like this was some sort of rebound situation. Because it wasn't…My feelings were true. This wasn't about replacing Winry, not by any means. How could it be? Roy was nothing like Winry.

I honestly felt something deep and unexpected for Roy. I hadn't gone out looking for someone. He just happened to fall into my life at the worst possible moment.

I decided to answer truthfully. It was the least I could do…

"He slept with my ex-girlfriend." I spoke in a monotone voice but you could still hear the resentment hanging on the edges.

Roy made a face as he made a sound of acknowledgment in his throat.

"That's not even the half of it." I sounded bitter now, I knew I did.

The dark-haired man made a motion for me to continue with the hand holding his cigarette.

I sighed and flexed my injured fist as I spoke, "I walked in on them…"

"Ouch." He said with sympathetic cringe.

"Oh, it gets even better…" I prompted. "She was fucking my best friend…"

"Shit."

"— in our bed…"

Roy's black brows skyrocketed at my words. "That's- wow."

I exhaled a sharp shaky breath as I wiped my sweaty palms down the front of my pants for something to do with my hands, "yeah…."

The one good thing that had come from that horrible situation was Roy. The side of my mouth drew upwards at that thought and looked over towards him. He really was very attractive, even with grey sweat-pants and just a plain shirt on he looked good enough to eat.

"When Riza said you just experienced a bad break up, I didn't think…" his words trailed from there.

I was taken aback by this, they talked about me? A rush of heat to my face warmed my cheeks; I was lucky it was dark enough out here to shield the fact. I'd been blushing way too much around Roy. I needed to stop it. I wasn't a school-girl with a crush, god-damnit.

"Y-you talked to her about me?" I asked trying to clear my voice.

I could see the whites of his teeth as he smiled brilliantly. "Yes. Yes, I did. I wanted to know more about you before actually speaking to you."

My cheeks darkened, and I cursed at myself inwardly.

"Why?" The question was out my mouth before I could think better of it.

The sideways look Roy gave me left my stomach knotting in embarrassment.

"Because Edward," Roy said in that sultry voice of his that could leave my body trembling. He reached for my hand lounging on my bent knee. Bringing it to his face, he placed delicate kisses along my non-injured flesh. "I didn't know if you were into men, or not."

His breath played across my wrist, and I wondered how such a simple feeling could stir such deep emotion in my chest. If anyone could look inside my head right now, they probably wouldn't understand how I could fall for someone so hard when I've only barely known him. It was only Roy, no other man but Roy, I reminded myself.

"I-I-I, I'm not though…"

Roy's dark black brow arched up questionably into his messy hair hanging over his forehead. It flared the burning in my cheeks.

"I-I mean, I wasn't… or… fuck. I'm not." My tongue felt tied in a knot. The words I needed to say weren't coming readily. It was true though, I'm not into guys. I was more along the lines just into Roy Mustang. Even though he is male. Fuck…

I cleared my throat trying to regain some kind of composure. Roy took that moment to run his thumb across the soft skin of my inner wrist. My heart fluttered in my chest as I made eye contact with the other man. His dark eyes stared back, a smile hanging on the edges of his face.

"What I meant to say is, I-I'm not into other guys…" I paused to trace his face with my eyes. "I'm only attracted to you." I felt my face melt off as I listened the words coming out of my mouth, I sound like an ass-hat. I closed my eyes and ripped my hand away from Roy's grasp.

"I'm sorry, that was so lame…" I sputtered out turning in on myself.

But Roy wouldn't let go of my wrist, he held tightly with his long fingers wrapped around my flesh-hand. I could feel his thumb digging into my skin as he seized me in an iron grasp.

"Don't." He simply said and my full attention was back on the other man. I watched him snub the cigarette he was holding out, and then in another motion, he hauled me into his lap. I started to complain immediately.

"W-what are you doing!"

His large hands landed on my hips, preventing me from standing up. That did not mean I didn't try. I pushed at his chest with both hands. The other man merely laughed at my misfortune and held on tighter. In the end I gave up and crossed my arms over my chest like an ill-tempered child. Roy's laughter was loud and boisterous after that. I merely scowled harder at him. My face was red; I could feel the burning in my cheeks. Great…

Still smiling, Roy brought one of his hands up to cup my flaming cheek. His thumb traced the arch of my cheek-bone.

"Don't be that way, Edward…" he said in a whisper between us while sitting up from the wall he'd been leaning against. The movement brought our heads closer together and I could feel his breath catching on my face. I froze instantly, as I stared towards Roy wide-eyed.

His eyes are so dark, I thought leaning closer towards them just like a moth dancing towards the flame. My gaze had a mind of its own, flickering down towards his lips while subconsciously licking at my own.

Roy's next word across my wet lips left a cooling sensation following his hot breath. Without much of a thought on my part, I moved forwards and in the next moment I seized Roy's mouth in a chaste kiss. The sound of our lips smacking as we pulled apart left me craving for more. The other man pulled away before I could and I didn't follow after like an idiot. Instead I opened my eyes and realized Roy was smiling towards me.

"I like you too… Edward." He admitted.

I felt my stomach roll over on itself with the amount of butterflies flaring in my stomach. I felt like I was going to start throwing them up.

I frankly didn't have a response to that… It left me downright dumbfounded and squirming in my skin.

Roy took it upon himself to drag me forward and we were kissing again. This time with open mouth lingering caresses. The feeling of his lips moving on mine sent a warm feeling through my chest and down into my stomach.

My hands resting between our bodies moved up and curled lazily around his neck until my fingers laced a crown through his obsidian hair. A rumble of contentment sounded through Roy's chest and I pressed in closer.

We pulled apart with our foreheads resting against one another. Our breaths mingled; my thighs were parted astride Roy's legs in an intimate position. I was practically writhing in his lap, I thought with a loud groan.

This is when I realized Roy was shaking, his tall frame was raking with small shudders under my body. I moved my head away from his, so I might see his face. What I saw broke my heart, his eyes were glassy and rimmed red with unshed tears.

It was like a fist into my stomach, all my air left me and I felt like I couldn't breathe.

I spoke his name and Roy sighed heavily out his mouth but he brought his gaze up to meet mine.

"I-I'm sorry…" he spoke but the words caught in his throat painfully.

My heart fell and shattered completely for him. I hesitantly reached for his face and when Roy didn't pull away I ran my hands through his hair again like I had done before. My hands grazed through his black strands and continually massaged his scalp, trying to soothe him the best I could.

When Roy's dark eyes closed again and another sigh escaped him, I wrapped my arms around his head and simply held him close. His cheek came to rest on my chest, and I let him lean against me. I would let him lean against me forever if it took his pain away.

I pressed my nose to the top side of his head and kissed the crown I found there.

We sat there like that for a long time. Two bodies twined together for comfort and support. One for the support and the other for comfort.

What broke the silence was Roy speaking into my shirt. I kissed the top of his head once more before pulling back to ask what he'd said.

"I said come with me?" His scratchy voice spoke up.

I didn't understand the question at first, but then it dawned on me quick and fast. He wanted me to go with him to his home town. T-to Maes's funeral.

Roy was looking at me, hope written in his black gaze. I stared back and thought, how could I deny him anything? Before I knew what I was doing, I was nodding my head yes and confirming it allowed.

"Yes, of course I'll come. Whatever you need, I'm there."

What I didn't realize at the time was that this trip would be the breaking point of our newly found relationship.

To be continued…

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