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

A/N On Reviews: I adore getting feedback and constructive criticism, but I do have one request to make. When commenting, please bear in mind that your comments and suggestions, both good and bad, are your opinion only, rather than (in general) a statement of fact. It is easy to accidentally insult or offend an author by sounding demanding and entitled in a written review, and I know that is never anyone's intention. By all means tell me if you think something seems a bit off, but give a moment's thought to how the tone of your review might be received. Thanks!

Warnings: Mild Language. Declarations. Fluff before the storm. Oral sex.

You have been warned.

(A/n is at the bottom of the page!)

∞∾Roy∾∞

Clank. Clank. Clank.

There was a pause, when suddenly I was awake. I don't specifically know what woke me but my eyes were open. It was still dark outside; seeing the whole room was still covered in nightfall. My sleepy mind registered this first, the next was the warm limb draped crossed my midsection. The smooth feeling of skin upon skin and the yellow hair brushing teasingly against my collarbone. The warm, moist air of someone's breathing evenly against the flesh of my neck.

It was the feeling that was strangely domestic …

Clank. Clank. Clank.

The loud noise took me by surprise, I felt my heart leap into my throat. Must have been what awoke me… There was silence and then the sound echoed through the room louder from before.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

This time the warm body at my side began to stir…

BANG! Clank, clank, clank!

The sound filled the room again, making the pictures on the walls rattle from the force. The movement in the sheets continued until the body turned over and a blond head popped out of the down-comforter like a ruffled squirrel.

"What the hell is that sound…?" Edward paused looking towards the window… "Fucking-hell, what time is it?"

A warm feeling echoed in my chest at the sight of Edward's creased face, and mused hair. His blond brow furrowed dramatically in the center, and the entirety of the scenario put a lackadaisical grin on my face.

"—and what the fuck are you smiling about…? It's too early for smiles. It's still dark outside. Oh fuck-me, it's still dark out!"

Edward was ranting, lost in the dementia of first waking up with only hours of actual sleep. The domestic feelings coming off this scenario should have me freaking out at terminal velocity, but strangely I wasn't. I was feeling calm instead. This was the third time I've woken to Edward in my bed, I was beginning to see why people did such a thing. It's comforting, sharing the same sleeping space with someone you care for—.

BANG! Bang. Bang! Bang!

The loud rapping noise interrupted my thoughts, I was awake enough now to realize what and where the sound was coming from. Someone was at my front door and knocking particularly enthusiastically.

"That would be the front door…" I remarked, my voice still scratchy from sleepy. I sat up with a groan, the white sheets pooling around my hips. I might have marginally forgot about last night's activities but I was reminded quickly enough. My groan turned into a hiss of discomfort as my full weight came to rest on my tailbone.

Well, that's sore… I remarked in my head, breathing through the worst of it. Making myself stand up, I turned and looked over my shoulder. Edward was burrowed back down under the covers. His bright yellow eyes staring out the cocoon of cover like some kind of feline creature.

"No, no. You just stay there. I'll go get the door." I sarcastically threw over my shoulder. I quickly put my pants on and donned a clean white undershirt from my dresser before leaving the room. A pillow aimed for my head whizzed past me as I exited. It drew a chuckle out of me as it smacked in my legs with a dull thud. Edward obviously wasn't a morning person…

The cold wood beneath my feet was unforgiven, I was halfway down the staircase when I realized I probably should have put socks on. A shiver raked up my spine as my bare feet came into contact with the pale granite entry way.

I opened the door right as the pounding started again.

An extremely pregnant and exceedingly perturbed Riza, Hawkeye stood in my doorway.

"Thank god— you finally answered!"

"Riza… w-what are you…"

"— doing here?" she spoke pushing her way past me and into the house. "Looking for a bathroom, that's what I'm doing… My bladder is about to explode."

She waddle herself around the corner before I could even reply.

"Hawkeye, you're supposed to be on your honeymoon, with your new husband…" I hollered down the hallway, she didn't respond. Speaking of the new husband, Alphonse (who was red faced, sun burnt) came wandering in with four heavy luggage bags under his arms. Now I was really confused… they weren't supposed to be here.

"Hello again," Alphonse greeted wandering past me and setting the bags down by the stairs.

I stood there scratching my head. Last I heard they were stuck on Yock Islandbecause of a storm. Now they're appear at my door step at gods-only-knows what time. The sun was cresting over the horizon, I could see it out the ajar front door. Meaning it was probably around six thirty in the morning. It wasn't nearly as early as I previously thought…

Moments later Riza came shuffling out the bathroom. Her stomach so round and bulbous, she was going to pop any day now. Her hug was awkward to say the least, not because it was her but because of her pregnant stomach jutting out three feet ahead of her.

"I'm sorry. I know it's late…"

"—you mean early…" I interjected with a smirk gesturing outside to the sky. "It's almost day break… Couldn't this surprise wait till actually light?"

She fixed me with a hard look before continuing, "I tried to call you. Your phone keeps going straight to voicemail."

I forgot about my phone. I'd turned it off on the cab ride over from Hughes residence. Not wanting any distractions, I then placed it in my jacket coat and forgot about it.

I winced as I said as much…

Riza opened her mouth to say something but Alphonse interrupted before she could…"Hey, isn't this my brother's coat?"

I whipped my head towards the man and sure as fucking day, Edward's distinguishing bright, red coat hung from Al's fingertips. I had a face-to-palm instant at my ever lack of perspicacity. I felt my heart flutter into my throat as I looked from the red jacket to Riza face.

I cleared my throat, "Actually…" I stalled trying to get my story straight in my head before continuing.

"It is… I-I mean, the coat does belongs to Edward." I stumbled over my words. Laughing I tried to cover my nerves with the vibrato in my voice. It didn't work. Riza glare became sterner. I began shuffling from foot to foot. Alphonse was watching me with such a perturbed look on his face.

"Does that mean, Brother is here?" He questioned innocently enough.

I gulped and glanced back at Riza, she didn't look happy. Reaching out for Edward's red coat. I tried not to squirm under my friend's intense stare as I draped the jacket over my arm, trying to give my hands something to do.

"Yes. He's upstairs asleep." I answered truthfully while moving towards the coat closet next to the front door. I had nothing to feel guilty about… I reminded myself. The silence which followed was defending. I could feel Riza gun barrel, I knew she had in her hands, pointed at me like a target painted on my back.

I cringed internally at Alphonse's next words: "Hey look, that's Edward's shirt as well… Why is it on the floor?"

Riza said my name firmly and my stomach dropped to my feet.

I put my hands up and turned around slowly. I knew the drill but there was no gun in Hawkeyes hands, (it was weird, considering she always had some sort of pistol on her at all times.) Instead she was looking towards me with a sad expression in her eyes. That look tore me up more than any bullet could ever…

"You didn't…?"

My face fell and so did my hands, I took a step towards her and Alphonse but then faltered to a stop. She was making me feel guilty on a topic she knew nothing about. I felt my fist clench at my sides at the sudden anger rising alongside the swirling guilt.

She's jumping to conclusions. I thought darkly. Riza knew nothing of the affection I held for Edward. How the man wiggled his way in my cold heart and somehow woken a part of me I thought would be missing forever… The mere thought of the younger males face set my inside into a frenzy. Made my heart leap for joy in ways it has never before.

She doesn't know I'm in love. The realization hit me in the face, making all my anger bleed away into a knowing resolve.

"It's not what you think, Riza." I confessed after a long pause, my eyes darting back towards Alphonse. Trying to make her understand I didn't want to talk about this in front of her new husband, Edwards little brother.

I watch the emotions rippling on her stern face. First anger towards my transgressions but then confusion upon hearing my words and the certainty behind them. We stood there staring at one another. It was another few minutes before clarity broke out into the air. Hawkeye has always been able to read me like an open book, my feelings laid open and bare for her to dissect and analyze.

"We'll talk about this later…" She said with a lot more warmth in her voice than from before. She smiled starting up the stairs, "By the way, we're staying here for now. It's too early for us to go to my parents' house."

I laughed and ran a hand through my bangs, breathing a sigh of relief. "I pretty much deduced that already…"

Alphonse still stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking distressed and sunburnt as ever. I think we might've broken him with the way he was staring unblinkingly towards the discarded black shirt on the floor. Riza called his name and his eyes drifted from the floor to my face. His cheeks darken dramatically, even with the sunburnt already reddening his flesh, it must've all clicked in his head seeing as Alphonses eyes became round like saucers and his mouth dropped open in a little gasp of realization. In the matter of seconds he turned from me and darted up the stairs; a pause later I heard a door open and slam shut.

Riza and I both started laughing, lurid and boisterous with mirth.

"I think we might have broken your husband."

"Probably. Alphonse holds his brother on a pedestal. I wouldn't be surprise if there hasn't been permanent damage done."

I laughed again. "If it's any consolation; I have feelings for him— for Edward." I clarified.

I watch the shock glittering over her face, she whispered my name and descended the stairs. I was gathered into another tight hug.

"Wait!" She declared after a moment, pulling out of the embrace but kept me at arm's length. "This isn't another one of your ploys is it? You know one of those straight-chasing scams you're known for, is it Roy?" she demanded, her left eyebrow twitching as she spoke.

I looked down at her, a small bud of hurt blooming in my chest. As quickly as it came it, I squashed the feeling at the roots. I've never given her anything to believe in me. She has the right to not place her trust within me. Look at what I've done in the past… all the men I've scorned. All in the name of good fun… Fuck.

I felt all my anger and resentment melt away, I leaned forward and kissed her cheek, hugging her towards my chest.

"Roy—"Riza said flatly, trying to maneuver out of my hold.

A heavy sigh left me, I knew I was going have to admit the truth… it was the only way I was going to get her to believe in me.

"I love him Riza." I all but whispered into her ear. Even I could hear the candor of my words as they hung in the air.

Riza whole person froze upon hearing my confession. Her warm coco color eyes turned up to look at me, I could see the astonishment in their depths. I offered a smile and brought a hand up to swipe her golden bangs out of her eyes.

"Now, now, Hawkeye. Don't be so surprise. We all knew it was bound to happen one day."

"I-I just never imagine… the possibility."

I chuckled at her bluntness, she was always good for that.

"Well I never imagine it at all… another consultation, I guess." I teased.

I received a smack to my arm, "Don't be so crass, Mustang. It's too early in the morning for such nonsense."

I laughed as I rubbed the sore spot on my arm in mock pain. "Well I'm being truthful here, I never thought I deserve—"

Riza stood up on tip-toes, placing her small hand over my mouth, "Don't say it. Don't even mention it. Everyone deserves love, Roy. Everyone."

I arched my neck away from her hold. "Even slutty-egotistical-narcissist-perverts; such as myself?" I spoke through a shunted breath and pained laugh. She could always tell when I was coveting something to my chest and trying to bury it deep with humor. She gathered my face in both her hands and even though she was a head shorter than me, I felt like she was the one sheltering me from the brewing storm.

"You listen here, Roy Mustang. You may be a slut…"

I scoffed, opening my mouth with a retort but she interrupted before I could complain. A good-humor chuckle following her words as her hands moved to rest on my shoulder.

"—and, you definitely can be a pervert, even at the best of times." Her smile faded, growing serious towards the end, "but you are not, under any circumstance, an egotistical narcissist. You deserve love like the rest of us. And I'm personal glad you finally feel like you've found it."

Her words washed over me like a purifying wave.

Riza Hawkeye is my family. She is my sister, my friend, my confidant. She is everything my mother wasn't to me. Her words always help me to find solace. She is my rock keeping me tied down into reality, and I am thankful for her presence in my life.

I close my eyes and buried my nose into the crown of her golden hair, "I am too."

And for once I truly believed I was happy.

(Which in hide sight, was everything I ever wanted out of life… To actually be happy and loved.)

∞∾Edward∾∞

The slamming of a door down the hallway woke me from my light slumber. Some sort of time must have passed since Roy left the bedroom to answer the front door. The edges of the sun light was peeking through the curtains. I wasn't totally awake, my limbs felt lazy and heavy. I was lying on my stomach, having rolled over and taken the space Roy had been previously occupying. My face pressed into his pillow, his scent lingered in the fabric.

Roy's smell. I could never define it properly, no matter how many times I tried. You never can, with scents. There's never words to describe them floating in the air after a rainstorm, not the smell of a freshly cut grass on a warm summer's day. His scent was dark and musky: the shadows of an expensive aftershave, cigarettes burning slowly, the smell of sweet mint lingering on his breath. Those, and a thousand other things I never could place my finger on. It all combined and condensed to make him.

The bedroom door opening drew my attention towards it. Roy came through, a smirk still touching his handsome face. My stomach dipped and twisted at the rush of emotion surging through me at the sight of him. I lazily sat up in bed, throwing my arms above my head and stretching the sleep from my limbs.

"Good morning, lazy kitten." He jested stepping fully into the room.

I greeted him through a yawn, but frowning at his choice of endearment. Instead I choose to ignore my sprouting agitation, "Who's at the door?"

I observed his smile widening with a playful gleam in his dark eyes. He ignored me and instead climbed onto the bed. His weight made the mattress dip as he crawled closer towards me. I squawked as my ankles were grabbed and I was forcefully position onto my back with a grinning fool hovering above me. I felt my anger getting the better of me. I tried to sit up but once again I was pushed back by a heavy hand on my chest. Quickly— (quicker than I realize) my hands were tugged over my head and pined to the mattress.

"Let me up!" I demanded, my voice still heavy from sleep. Roy chuckled and I growl. It got me nowhere. I should've know… I thought with a scowl on my face. Turning my head towards the wall, adamantly defeated with a metaphorical white flag waving overhead. I was thoroughly pinned.

Roy's hot mouth on my neck surprisingly, had my agitation disappearing into a different type of heat. The kind directly connected between my legs. My spine arched at the pressure of teeth nipping at my flesh. I gasped from the pleasure rising through me at such a simple touch. With quick work, Roy had me writhing to his inclination.

"Your brother…" he spoke against the shell of my ear. I was lost to his touch, those words never fully registered.

"…and Riza, of course."

Roy was talking but my mind was focused on the other man's warm hand slipping under the white sheets and grasping my hardening length. It was then I realized I was still entirely naked from last night romp between the sheets.

"Ah-what are y-you on about?" I tried to speak with my normal gruff attitude but it came out more breathy then intended.

Roy chuckled darkly and it twisted my insides about. He took it upon himself at the precise moment to map the contours of my chest with his wet and warm tongue. I arched into the touch, my dick pulsing in pleasure in his tightening grip. The familiar tingly heat right bellow my belly button began to grown hotter at Roy's touches.

"The people, at the door of course—"he said seemingly unaffected while licking at a puffy, raised scar near my nipple.

I gritted my teeth, trying to stay focus at what was being said. My traitorous nipple harden at Roy's ministrations, his -damned- tongue diligently working it into a peaking heights.

"W-what door?" I question, not even caring for the words leaving my mouth, or how they expressed my complete idiotism at this precise moment. Forgetting momentarily that I should be listening to Roy's words instead of focusing on the spike of tingly heat surging through me.

My fingers laced through the back of other man's hair. The black strains felt like silk under my flesh fingers. I groaned as he worked his teeth into the rotation now. Griping the peaking bud and sucking it into his wet mouth. Fuck, it felt good.

"The front door, of course." Roy teased letting go of my glistening skin. He blew his hot breath across the wet flesh, I shivered from the dual sensation of heat and the chasing chills. I opened my mouth to retort but Roy was already moving his way down my body. His nose dipping into my bellybutton as his mouth traces patterns into my flesh in a downward slide. I felt my heart in my throat. I tired swallowing it down but the further Roy's wicked mouth slid the more my heart flutter upwards into my mouth.

A surprise moaned broke free of me as his hot lips brushed the base of my length, where his hand still stroked me loosely.

"Fuck." I bit my lip as I felt Roy's grip tighten on my dick. I subconsciously spread my legs wider, making room for him between my thighs.

"So eager…" he murmured.

I whined, I actually whined, as Roy's tongue lapped all around the tip of my organ, and then into my glistening slit.

"Don't tease… you bastard." I breathed out like a punch to the stomach. My hands tightened in his hair on their own accord. A natural reaction, one that left Roy chuckling darkly.

"I'm not…" he reassured before swallowing me down. My spine arched and my head knocked backwards into the pillow. I was in bliss, engulfed in a wet-hot, tight euphoria. He pulled off me slowly, swallowing as he did so, his throat hugging my shaft on the exit. It made my eyes close in tantalizing elation.

"F-fuck, Roy. Stop teasing…"

I felt him chuckle more than I heard it. The vibration alone echoing through my cock and up into the muscles of my fluttering stomach. He swallowed, creating a wet friction sweeter than sugar and all thoughts were lost to me. Roy lithely went back and forth, deep strokes, over and over again, each filled with earnest passion.

The growing eagerness budding within my stomach expanded at Roy's fist coming into play; stroking my aroused flesh in time to his lapping and suction. I couldn't help the involuntary sounds emitting from my mouth. I bowed helplessly into Roy teasing hands and mouth, earning myself a breathless chuckle from the man devouring me.

My fingers tightened forcefully in Roy's hair as he pulled off. A wet string of saliva connected us lewdly together, from my crown's tip to his full lips. I moan from the mere sight of his dark enchanting eyes rolling up towards mine as I watched his wet tongue licking his bottom lip. With a cocky smile, Roy's capable palm gave a firm downward stroke; revealing the redden head of my organ to the open air. A pearl of sticky fluid seeped from the tip. His dusky eyes looking up towards me, making sure I was watching before his tongue lapped it away and his hot mouth was back on me.

I moaned at the touch of a textured tongue gliding upwards and then back down as I was sucked feverously. At the way his wet mouth chased me back down in tight jerky motions. I cried out at the motion when I realized Roy wasn't even stopping to breath.

It was too much… I was going to explode— it was too good, fuck he's too good. I'm going to come… I'm… I'm…

"I-I-I'm… I'm… -Fucking-hell- Roy…" I tried to warn him, pulling on his midnight hair to no prevail. He merely pulled off slightly. This time with a knowing smile on his swollen mouth. He continued to jack my cock in hasty movements in front of his face. I pulled on his hair again as I began to come, he parted his lip and I shot straight into his waiting mouth. I moaned at the sight and had to close my eyes from the pleasure rocketing through me. Fuck-shit. So fucking hot.

It was such a kinky thing for Roy to be doing and I didn't understand fully why I found it such a fucking turn to begin with. I heard him swallowing and I shuddered from aftershocks.

He was licking his lips when I managed to open my eyes again. His pink tongue swiping over his redden mouth, catchy a stray strand of fluid on his bottom lip. A sense of contentment surged through my chest, knowing I'd done that to him.

"Well now, I have to say that's the best way to start a day…" Roy spoke with a small smile on his lips.

I couldn't help the lazy smile that broke across my cheeks as well. I blame the post orgasmic bliss…

"You can say that again." I entreated, repositioning myself to longue supine on my elbows. Roy was still causally sprawled between my thighs. His warm hands tracing patterns into my skin and it felt nice, lazy strokes as if petting a common house cat…

The reality of the situation registered like a flick of a switch. Everything Roy said before suddenly became much clearer without the haze of arousal circling overhead.

Alphonse is here?

"Roy?"

He hummed low in his chest in recognition, still petting my scared leg where metal and flesh melded together.

"Did you say Alphonse is here?"

His hand looping patterns stopped at my words. His rich black eyes looked up the length of my body towards my face. He looked reluctant to answer at first, his gaze darted away as he licked his lips before looking towards me and answering.

"Yes."

Everything stilled at that simple answer.

My heart stopped.

My thoughts stopped.

I froze.

My breathing included; I stared shell shocked into Roy's endless black eyes.

Alphonse was here… Alphonse is here. I corrected myself and that was the moment everything resumed with a roaring noise accompanying.

"Fucking-hell…"

The first thing I felt was a burst of mortification at myself and the situation. I hadn't thought nor planned for Alphonse (or anyone I know) to figure out about my swim within the preferable lake of homoerotica. Or at least I hadn't allowed myself to see that far into the future, yet. Now that I was faced with the facts; a sense of humiliation erupt inside of me.

There was a large portion of myself which still wasn't ready to accept my sordid relations with a men yet. A large portion that wasn't prepared to have people, my loved ones, know anything about my stray. I had barley come to terms with my feelings towards Roy, I wasn't ready to step out of the closet into that sort of light. It was too much.

The second was shame. Roy's face saw to that. It was heartbreaking to say the least. His warm hand fell from my leg and he gave a heaving sigh. He was moving off the bed, I had to stop him. I knew if I didn't there would be a gorge between us and I didn't have the wings to fly over it.

"Roy…"

He flinched upon hearing his name but stopped his escape off the bed.

"It's alright, Edward—"His warm eyes grazed my face from over his broad shoulder, "I understand fully."

My heart clenched at his words. I sat up quickly, reaching out for his hand resting on the bed at his side, "No, I really don't think you do…"

My words stop him, and I watched his proud black brow furrow in confusion… I squeezed his large hand trying to find the courage within myself to finally admit the truth. I was really hoping to skip this part of the conversation… but here goes nothing…

"I-I- want more, from this..." Oh god, I'm going to kill myself… "…to be more than what we are now…"

I could feel my face already ballooning with deep red blotches.

Roy whispered my name and pivoted his body so he was facing me once again. His midnight gaze searching my face for the answer which might lie there. I turned his hand over and laced my metal fingers with his. I met his eyes and felt my heart fluttering in my throat.

This is it…

"I-I-I think, I mean, I know I—"

But there was a knock, and it silenced my confession.

We both blinked, looking away from one another, towards the infernal door and then back to one another. An additional knock followed.

Hesitating, Roy cleared his throat turning to look at me before rising to his full heights. There was a look of something in his eyes, (a doubt no longer, maybe?) before he turned and strode to the door.

I flopped backwards into the muddled sheets. I could feel my cheeks flaming in embarrassment. I'd almost told him…

Riza was at the door, but it was Gracia on the phone that pulled Roy from the room. Roy excused himself and went to take a quick shower, before calling Gracia back on his own phone.

I was alone in a sea of white sheets with only a burning face to keep me afloat. Honestly, I was grateful for the moment to myself. I needed to recoup and straighten my thoughts out. Even if my thoughts were a million miles from being anything but straight… I snorted at myself. Real funny.

I felt like a prepubescent girl reeling on her first crush… in other words, like a total ass-hat. Only real difference, I actually got to fuck Roy… Oh god. That thought was a like a tidal wave of heat crashing over my body… Every time I thought of last night, I was over taken by a scandalous arousal.

Roy bent over, the very bed I was now lounging in, moaning and crying out to our shared completion. Oh, fuck. It was a pleasing memory. The feeling of his tight muscles constricting around my dick felt better than any woman's soggy channel. What had I been missing out on…? I didn't know, but I do now. Even Roy's talented mouth was better than any woman's I'd been with.

Groaning I rolled onto my side, averting my face into the soiled sheets. Roy had just brought me to completion not mere ten minutes ago and already my arousal was pooling in my loins. Not even when I was a teenager had my body betrayed me so. Never had I felt this unmountable urge and lust consuming me.

It was Roy and his damn sex body, his voice, his fucking-oozing sexuality. If sexuality was liquid, Roy would be wet. And there it is, the truth in all its sleazy simplicity. I could not forget Roy's touch nor the pleasure which shadowed closely after.

The silence ensued after Roy's departure, I could hear the morning birds chirping a happy tune outside the window. A floor down, plates and cups clanked together in the kitchen, Riza and Alphonse probably…

I found myself cursing inwardly. I had to get up and confront my brother and his new wife. I cringed but recognized I couldn't hide away in this bed all day. There was too much to be done today. Grudgingly, I climbed out of the warmth of the sheets.

First thing, first. I need a shower. My body was covered in sweat and dry spit and spunk. My stomach and inner thighs itched from it. I knew for a fact this giant house has more than one bathroom with baths in them. I counted at least three already from my brief exploration of Roy's home when he'd not been looking.

If the sound of running water coming from down the hallway were anything to go by, Roy was in the hall bathroom, leaving the master bath available. He must have done that on purpose. Knowing I was just as filthy as he was. A smile found its way onto my face. It may have been a small feat of kindness on Roy's part, but it left a warmed happy feeling echoing in my heart.

Padding into the bathroom, I felt overtly happy. Even though today was Roy's friend's funeral, I still found the silver lining pleasing to the touch. If this morning was anything to go by, the rest of the day was going to go by pleasantly— err, or as pleasant as funeral can go…

That happy feeling lasted through the shower and the minutes it took to dress myself and braid my hair. It stopped though as I stepped out into the hallway and down the stair case. Instead it was replace with a burst of anxiety. I could hear Alphonse's voice coming from the kitchen… Bracing myself with more courage than I truly posset. I stepped around the corner.

Al's bright hazel eyes turned my way. "Brother! You're finally awake."

He was around the island with his long arms around my person. He nearly knocked me off my feet as he crashed into me.

"Whoa, there… What's this all about?"

"I missed you." Came the muffled response from Alphonse mouth buried in the crown of my hair.

I couldn't help but snicker at his childish antics. "I just saw you last week Al…"

He pulled out of the embrace, holy fucking shit, he's beet-red. "Alphonse you're sunburnt!"

"Y-yeah…" he stuttered embarrassed, taking a step back and away from me. "I fell asleep outside, in the sand." Now that I was paying attention Al was moving stiffly. It must hurt like hell. I said as much… and he scoffed somberly, "you have no idea…"

I laughed, and slapped him playfully on his back where his redden skin was peeking out of his pale blue polo shirt. Alphonse comically leapt away from my touch, a dramatic hiss of discomfort falling from his lips.

His reaction was priceless, a wide playful smile lengthen my lips. "A reminder you're still alive."

My little brother glared darkly towards me. I simply smiled and moved over to where I smelt coffee brewing. What were brothers good for, if not to pick on each other?

Riza was sitting over at the kitchen table, pushed off in its own corner. She smiled as I passed her.

"I told him to wear sunblock but he said he didn't need any." Riza said, stirring a silver spoon in her mug resting on the table in front of her. "Something about the tropic storm clouds keeping him safe from the UV rays." She rolled her eyes as she spoke, taking a sip off her pale colored mug.

I laughed, "Sounds about right. Alphonse was always the type to live to forget."

Getting myself a mug from the cupboard above the freshly brewed coffee. I poured a large serving. Oh, yes! It smells heavenly.

"—but then again, I'm no better." I continued bring my cup to my lips. It was scalding hot and so fucking delicious.

I turned and supported my hip against the counter at my back. I actually felt like a functioning human being with the warm mug of coffee pressing into my flesh palm. I left my gloves up stairs, feeling comfortable enough not to wear them in the house. I wasn't in mixed company, these people wouldn't judge me for my automail.

Or at least I hoped not…

I watched Riza eye catch on my metal hand at my side, before flittering back up to meet my eyes. Most people looking would catch an eyeful before glancing away not wanting to be rude. Only a few people in my life were actually comfortable enough to just stare right at it without feeling awkward. The ones who knew how I'd receive my metal extremities.

She said nothing about it, but it was apparent she knew about the accident and how I lost my limbs. Of course Alphonse would've told her about that traumatic night. He'd experienced that night of living hell as well, just in a different light of sorts.

I shrugged off those thoughts, I didn't want to think about the monster named Envy. It wasn't the time, nor the place to. Such thoughts shouldn't bare themselves during the light of day. Better yet, it was smarter not to think about that particular night ever. Some things were better off left alone. Period.

Riza and Alphonse had continued talking as I came out of the dark-pensive state I'd been lost in. Al had been trying to ask me question. His brow gathered together when I didn't answer…

"Huh, I'm sorry. What was that Al?"

Al was smiling again, the edges of his mouth turned up in amusement at something he found funny. "I said, how did you end up here with Roy?"

I froze, realizing only too late by freezing I was only making myself appear conspicuous. Aborting the motion, I brought my metal hand up to scratch at the back of my neck. I chuckled while stumbling all over my words. "I… well we." I laughed nervously again, not really knowing how to answer that. Shit… Alphonse was looking at me awkwardly, and Riza was watching me knowingly over the brim of her mug. I really didn't know how to answer without telling them the entire truth. One of my major downfalls; I couldn't lie to Alphonse. Never could and I never would.

Fuck…

"That would be my fault…" Roy sauntered into the room. His cellphone still in his right hand.

The breath I'd been holding, I quickly exhaled it. All eyes fell towards Roy. He held an edge of a smile on his mouth but something was off… The way he was holding himself, his back was too straight, his smile a bit too bright… but it was the look held in his dark black eyes that drew my attention. A whisper of sorrow clung in his gaze; trying to be concealed behind his pretty smile.

"—I didn't think Riza was going to be here." Roy continued moving further into the room. "I thought you both were trapped in a tropical storm?"

Riza spoke up, "the storm calmed enough to let a couple flights out. We jumped on the first flight home after learning about it."

"Ahh, well I'm glad for it." He sighed heavily, putting both his hands in his front pockets. His eyes drifted towards me, "I have to take off early for the funeral. Gracia needs my help with something dealing with the floral arrangements."

He was speaking to me, I nodded my head dumbly.

"—meaning I have to leave you here."

Oh… I don't know why but that information sunk my spirits. I felt discouraged. I tried not to let it show on my face though. I wasn't trying to make Roy feel guiltier because he needed to help in his best friend funeral. I wasn't even beginning to expect my feelings to be held over Maes's burning torch and survive.

"Sure. That's fine." I spoke into the brim of my coffee cup, not really meeting Roy's questioning eyes. My words didn't sound sure, even to my own ears. I cringed internally.

"We can give him a ride to the funeral…" Riza announced, breaking up the awkwardness gathering in the kitchen. Dark eyes flickered away from my person towards her, and I exhaled a small sigh of relief.

"If Edward doesn't mind, that would be most helpful?"

All eyes fell onto me again. Ugh, of course. I shrugged nonchalantly, calmer than I actually felt and replied lamely while nodding my head. "Sure. That's fine."

Such an idiot… I thought taking a sip from my mug.

"Indeed. That works out quite well. Thank you Riza, Alphonse." Roy replied smoothly, tapping his hands on the counter in front of him before seemingly turning to leave the kitchen. I felt my heart sinking further.

I don't even get a solid goodbye from him. I found myself thinking watching Roy walk away before I reminded myself sternly, I don't have ovaries, and I'm definitely not a girl. I shouldn't whine about not getting a goodbye kiss. Still I found myself depressed, gazing down into my black coffee.

Roy paused at the arch way of the kitchen, "Edward…" he called over his shoulder. "—a moment of your time, please."

My heart skipped a beat upon hearing my name being called in Roy's rich voice. Heat gathered on my face, remember that same voice crying my name into the soiled sheets as I fucked into his tight, enveloping heat.

Fuck… "S-sure, okay."

Real fucking smooth…

Setting my mug down on the bar, I followed Roy out of the room and was led into a large garage. The smell of motor oil and saw dust touched my nose. The door shut behind me and I opened my mouth to ask, what the other man needed of me.

Instead I found myself being pushed back into the cold wood of the door and Roy's talented tongue dipping into my mouth. A groan fell from my mouth accordingly as my hands found the lapels of his black suit jacket. I tugged him further into the kiss. His tongue tasted of peppermint, and it left me breathless for more.

All thought retreated at the feeling of Roy's long fingers weaving into the base of my hair. Angling my face upwards for his tongue to dance across my own in a wet, heated slid. I had to stand on the tips of my toes to reach properly. A fact which normally would have me writhing in bitterness, now I only found the heady sensation of lust coursing through my veins.

Both of Roy's hands cupped my jaw as our kissed slowed to chaste smacks before finally he pulled away slightly. His misty breath still catching on my face. I sluggishly peeled my eyes open.

Roy's dark eyes gazed down at me with a deep warmth hidden inside. Their magnetic pull gripped my stomach, twisting it and drawing a dusty blush to rise over the apples of my cheeks.

"What was that for?" My voice sounded breathy even to my own ears.

Roy took a deep breath and let it out slowly "I just needed to…"

Both of his thumbs stroked over the heights of my cheekbones as he talked in a hushed voice. His midnight eyes copying the same patterns of his thumbs tracing back and forth. There was a warm expression held in his stare like stars twinkling in the night sky. It made my heart flutter and my mouth tacky with the unfamiliar emotion awaking in my chest. But held under the very same warmth, I could tell Roy was hurting from the loss of his friend.

My brow dipped in the middle with concern. "Is everything alright? Are you okay?"

Another resounding sigh blowing through him. The sound of it made my bones ache. The edges of Roy's mouth drew upward though. A small smile twisting his face into a mask to disguise the hurt. I knew all too well what Roy was trying to do. I'd done it plenty time in my past, how could I not recognize the obvious clues lain before me.

I let go of his jacket's collar and let my weight drop back down onto the sole of my feet. I brought my hands up to bracket his still cradling my face.

"I am fine…" he said moments later, turning his fingers to grasp my own and bring them down to hang between our bodies. I didn't believe him but I didn't push… I knew he would tell me when he felt the need to share. Until then I would mind my own business…

"Are you sure you are alright with me leaving?" Roy asked, bowing our brows together. I went back up on my toes slightly, not wanting Roy to have to lean all the way down. I normally would've been mortified, but no one was here to pay witness.

"I'm fine. Really… I'm not made of glass…" I teased knocking on my metal thigh for emphases.

Roy chuckled and it did things to my insides. "I know that. You brat…" he said with a smile, kissing my mouth with a few quick kisses. "—I just don't want to make you feel like I've abandoned you. I would invite you along, but I have to drive and pick up the flowers that were supposed to be delivered already. There's barely going to be enough room for me to drive, let alone to have a passenger with me."

I smiled, (a little fake reassuring smile) and replied that it was fine. "–don't worry Roy. Besides Riza and my brother are here. I won't be alone."

Roy's brow scrunched down seriously and he nodded, but his eyes flashed impishly. "Don't get into too much trouble while I'm gone, alright Fullmetal?"

"Hey now," I grinned crookedly; "This is me we're talking about here."

Roy laughed "Exactly."

I snorted and rolled my eyes muttering 'bastard' under my breath.

"Fullmetal, huh?" I question after a moment pause, realizing what he just called me.

His smile broaden, the white of his teeth showing. One of those small, intimate little grins as he pulled me close. Bumping out mouths together a few times, before pulling off with a smacking sound. "You're not made of glass but instead full of metal." He whispered with the heat of his words dancing on my wet lips, "Fullmetal."

It was corny, and incredible stupid and had it been anyone but Roy, I would have laughed outright in their face. I didn't though, I didn't do any of those things. Instead I allowed myself a few seconds to think all those embarrassing lovely-dovey bullshit thoughts and dived head first into what I wanted. Grabbing Roy by the lapels of his jacket again, I drew him down into a kiss. Relaxing into it, commanding it was the heat of my tongue and the want in my bones—.

I actually felt my brain liquefy and was glad for it.

"I'll see you later…"

I nodded, face split by a crooked kind of smile. I knew my eyes were probably glazed, but I didn't care. I somehow (by the grace of god I do not even believe in) opened the garage door back into the house, and managed to make my way into the living room. My heart was in my throat. I closed my eyes, the sensation of Roy's kisses was seared into my memory.

Holy fuck. I thought gripping my burning face with my metal hand. I'm such a fucking sap.

The way Roy called me Fullmetal, twisted my insides about. I don't know why but the pet name did something for me. Something entirely kinky.

I chuckled to myself. Oh well… At least I'm not the only sap.

To be continued…

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