As fun as their trip to Xing was, both Roy and Edward had to get back to work sometime. And given that they'd aimed for a few chill days after arriving back in Amestris before actually returning to their respective offices, well…the end of their honeymoon came fast. On their last day in Xing, Ed actually woke up first for once, with only two things on the agenda.

1) Sex. As much as possible.

2) Shopping.

And considering that Edward had no intention of appearing in public all disheveled after number one, that meant they had to get number two out of the way. Grinning, Ed stifled a giggle. It wasn't often Roy was still asleep when he woke up, and it wasn't like Edward was going to pass up such a shining opportunity when it presented itself.

Combing through his hair with his fingers, Ed decided how best to wake his husband. He'd done ice, setting off the car alarm, sucking him off—never doing that again, Roy almost choked him when he jerked awake—slapping his ass, sitting on him…but since today was the last day of their honeymoon, Edward decided he'd be nice and not go with what he had been saving up (bites). Instead, Ed crawled gently on top of Roy, hovering to appreciate his husband's features. A strong jaw line and shiny black bed head, and dark lashes concealing eyes almost the same color. Fuck, he was lucky.

Without wasting any more time, Ed bent down, pressing a kiss to Roy's forehead. The man didn't stir, not until Edward moved downwards, letting his lips rest briefly on each of his husband's cheeks before ending up at Roy's mouth. Soft, as always. It was amazing, Ed could count on one hand the number of times Roy had had chapped lips.

Underneath him, his husband's body tightened briefly, before the mouth under his own smiled. Edward grinned back, letting his weight rest against Roy now that the man was actually awake. "Hi," he murmured.

"What are you doing up so early?" Roy asked, the words slurring together in between their continued kiss.

"It's the last day of our honeymoon," Ed explained, finally pulling back and pushing his hair out of his face. "I want to make the most of it."

"Well then, we should probably get started, shouldn't we?" Roy questioned. Without warning, he twisted sideways and sat up, causing Edward to tumble off his lap and onto the floor.

"Oww…" Ed groaned, pushing himself up onto his elbows as he glared up at his now laughing husband. "That's the last time I wake you up nice."

"Oh, you're fine," Roy replied nonchalantly, standing and offering Edward a hand, which the latter accepted with poor grace. "Anyway, what is it you want to do?"

"Shop. We've come all the way to Xing, so we might as well get some stuff to remember it by, don't you think? Besides, I want to get Al a souvenir. That cool?"

"Sounds good," Roy agreed. "Have anything in mind?"

"Not the slightest." Ed pulled a shirt on, cheery grin on his face. "Al's easy to shop for, though. He gets excited over everything." Poking Roy's still naked chest, he added. "Hurry up! I have other things on the agenda for today too, you know."

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

Snorting, Edward dug through their meager pile of clean clothes to toss some at his husband. "Like you don't know."

And of course, he was right—Roy knew exactly what he meant. "That's fine," the man remarked, tugging some jeans up onto his hips. "I didn't want you to leave Xing without being sore, anyway."

"Let's make this fast then, hm?"

Shopping districts in Xing were so much more crowded than in Amestris. Not just with people, but with stores as well. Everywhere Ed looked, there was a new commodity in his face. It wasn't bad—really, the energy was rather exhilarating—but it did make it hard to focus. When there was everything to look at, how was he supposed to single anything out?

Finally, he decided it would be best to just guess and hope, and so, grabbing Roy's hand, Edward ducked into the nearest store.

As soon as the door clanged shut, there was blissful quiet. Less overwhelmed, now, Ed began to drift around the store. It appeared to sell only jewelry and little statuettes, all of which seemed handcrafted, though of course neither Roy nor Ed was any sort of expert. Edward was captivated by the figurines, all of which were so minutely detailed it was hard to believe anyone could have produced them. No two were the same—there were dragons and flowers, people and animals of all shapes and sizes…but Ed's favorite was a little tiger, poised to pounce, who (oddly enough) was spouting tiny flames from his half-open mouth. Upon closer inspection, Edward noticed the scales that began on the tiger's paws and merged into his fur higher up, along with the tiny horns in between his ears. It was strange, but the carving was so skillfully done in beautifully shining fire opal and onyx…something about it reminded him of Roy. The flames, the glinting black eyes, and the way the pose was simultaneously playful and dangerous.

Perfect.

Taking extreme care, Ed lifted the tiny statue—it couldn't have been more than four inches tall—and carried it over to the counter where Roy was in discussion with a cheerful attendant. As soon as Edward came up, his husband stopped talking and smiled, throwing an arm out to wrap around Ed's shoulders. "Perfect timing. Wouldn't it be perfect for him?" Roy asked, addressing the man behind the counter still.

"Yes, I think it would go very nicely with his eyes."

"Anyone want to tell me what's going on?" Edward questioned dryly, placing his figurine on the counter so that, need be, he could smack his husband without the fear of breaking anything important.

By way of answer, the attendant held out a barrette—of all things, a barrette—to him. Unthinkingly, Ed reached out to grab the offered object, examining it closely. Amongst swirls of gold, five small honey colored balls rested snugly. They were perfectly round, but inside they were…for lack of a better word, bubbly, creating a strange effect when the light bounced off the orbs.

"It's amber," the attendant offered. "Solidified tree sap. Sometimes it traps air bubbles."

"Huh…" Edward looked up, eyebrows raised as Roy grabbed the barrette from his hand, sliding it deftly into the hair at the base of his pony tail.

"So?" his husband asked, handing Ed a mirror and holding up a second so that he could feasibly just see the back of his head. "What do you think?"

"You really want me to get this? It's a barrette."

"You wore a dress at our wedding," Roy scoffed. "Besides, the amber matches your eyes, and it looks nice on you. Besides, now when you walk around the house with your hair all piled on your head you can still look like you put some effort in."

Ed shot a quick glare in Roy's direction, before redirecting his attention back to the mirrors. It was kind of cute. Plus his husband was right, after his stunt with the dress, no one would look twice at something like this. A smile spreading across his face, Edward put the mirror down. "Alright, then."

Once they had checked out, Ed and Roy wandered back out of the shop and into the chaos of the street, which had only become more crowded with the approach of lunch time. Still, it would be much easier to shop for Alphonse, and so Edward ducked into a random shop whose front was colorfully lit and decorated with red lanterns.

Inside, as with their previous stop, it was much quieter…however, that wasn't to say it was any more peaceful. This store was jam packed with trinkets of all sorts, random pieces of furniture, and a whole back section that was dedicated to a messy collection of costumes.

Looking around, Ed stepped over to a random counter and began to inspect the merchandise. "Alright then. Better start looking."

Nodding, Roy headed off to the back of the store, leaving Edward to cover the front. And it was hard. There were stuffed animals of an overwhelming variety; desk fountains tinkling away in a corner; porcelain dolls with (to Ed's mind) terrifying, staring eyes; countless rows of books, fiction and nonfiction all jumbled together; a wide assortment of calligraphy pens; posters, some with pictures, some simply bearing Xingese script that was unintelligible to Edward; blankets and pillows all stacked precariously on a couch. Ed was, somewhat hopelessly, trying to find his way through a maze of fake flowers, when he spotted it. A lone, golden cat figure with one paw raised towards the ceiling. As Edward stared, the paw moved downwards in a lazy wave, paused, and stuttered back up. Closer inspection revealed a solar panel on the back of the cat that was only barely powered by the faint rays sneaking in through the mass of plants. There was also a tag wrapped around the cat's eat that simply read, "Lucky Cat."

It had to have been placed in the wrong section, or maybe it was just the last one. Whatever the case was, Ed just knew Al would love it. Of course, his brother would be even more excited by a real cat, but this golden "Lucky Cat" was sure to press all his cute buttons.

Satisfied with his victory, Edward maneuvered his way back through the store, calling Roy's name softly the whole time—he wasn't sure how appropriate it would be to shout, and for once he was bothering to bow to manners. He was, however, just at the point where he was going to give up on that, when he collided with Roy, who had come out of nowhere from behind a bookshelf. Ed's husband reached out a hand to catch him, tilting his head in a silent question at the cat.

"Al will like it," Edward explained, shrugging as he regained his balance. Really, that was the only explanation needed.

"You know, he would," Roy agreed, a faint smile tugging the corners of his mouth up. "Here, why don't I go buy this, and you can head out and get us some food real fast? I saw a little cart a short way up the street when we came in here, so we can eat on the way back to the hotel.

Immediately, alarm bells went off in Ed's head. Not once on their honeymoon had they separated. One the one hand, of course, it made sense; the streets were crowded, and sending Edward ahead was more time efficient. But even so, it wasn't the norm, and that made him…not nervous, exactly, but alert.

Nodding as if he hadn't noticed anything strange, Edward made his way back onto the street and up to the cart...and to the back of a massive line. Maybe it did make sense that Roy had suggested they split up…

But what didn't make sense was how long it took his husband to get back. Edward was walking back to the store, two bowls of noodles in his hands, and only then did he see Roy exiting. Now, Ed wasn't worried, or jealous, or anything like that. He just knew something was up, and, being the curious person Edward was, he didn't like being left out when things were about to go down…even if he wasn't sure what those things were.

It didn't take long before he found out.

He and Roy were on their bed, back in their room. Ed was sitting atop his husband, fully clothed for the moment, panting during the brief pause between kisses as they prepared to cross off the second item on his daily agenda—when Roy stopped.

And slipped out from under Edward.

And got off the bed.

Off the damn bed when things were getting good! Pissed didn't even begin to cover how irritated Edward was in that moment. He wiped a hand across his mouth, now turned down in a firm frown, and was about to start shouting when Roy came back to the bed, this time with a bag in hand.

His husband look alarmed, to say the least, when he saw the expression on Ed's face. "Shit, Ed, calm down—I wanted to try something."

"What, angry-fucking?" Edward grumbled, crossing his arms. "Could have warned me."

"Sorry, sorry." With a faint eye roll, Roy opened the back and pulled out a tiny ensemble…cat ears, panties with a tail attached, a fuzzy bra, and an equally furry collar. Ed was speechless.

"Um…what?"

"Oh, forgot—" Quickly, Roy grabbed the bra and tossed it across the room. "They only had a female costume," he explained apologetically. "But really, anything is unisex if you have the imagination, so I wasn't worried."

Finally, Edward seemed able to collect his thoughts—sort of. "Sex kitten!" he blurted out, slapping his hands over his mouth as though that would change the words that had just exited. "Holy shit, sex kitten," he repeated in a whisper.

It wasn't that he was opposed to the idea—just the opposite, really. There was something really hot about the idea of being able to be a little silly and at the same time, ridiculously, sexily submissive. But this was really something to just spring on him.

"Yeah, pretty much," Roy affirmed, grinning that too-dark grin that was more full of want than joy. "So?"

Wordlessly, Ed slid off the bed, grabbing the outfit as he did so, and scurried off to the bathroom to change. He stripped quickly, flushing madly. So embarrassing/so arousing, such a bad idea/such a good idea. Edward was more than a little at war with himself, having had no time to prepare for slinking out there and –

The thought was cut short as Ed began to pull on the panties, which were a little alarming, given that they were much smaller than the only other pair he'd worn. Almost a thong, really, with his ass hanging out and his dick just barely fitting into the front portion. And that little cat tail, swinging behind him. Damn.

Shaking himself out of it, Ed slipped on the ears and undid the Velcro of the color, his eyebrows raising as a tiny leather leash uncoiled. What a lovely touch.

Without taking any more time to examine himself, Edward slipped out of the bathroom, stepping lightly across the carpet and coming to rest, kneeling at the floor beside the bed. He looked up at Roy, tilted his head to the side, and let out a quiet, "Meow?"

"Hot damn," Roy breathed. He leaned down, letting his fingers run down the side of Ed's face, and Edward responded (in perfect cat fashion) by pressing his cheek into Roy's hand and letting out his best impression of a purr—more of a hum, really. The next second, Roy had grabbed a hold of the leash, and was yanking Ed up so that he was eyelevel with his husband's chest.

"Be a good kitty and unbutton that, would you?" the man requested, leaning back to observe.

Ed, of course, did as he was asked, popping the buttons open slowly, one at a time and with just a single finger. As Roy's chest was revealed, Edward licked at the skin, eyes locked into his husband's up until the last button. He then stopped abruptly, pushing down the sleeves of the shirt and pulling himself up. Roy barely had time to close his legs before Ed had plopped down on his lap, licking and sucking at Roy's neck like it was some sort of treat.

"Come on, Roy…" he whispered. "Don't you want to pet your kitty cat?"

His husband smiled into Edward's hair, letting his hands trail slow, feather-light down his back until they reached his ass. There Roy's grip tightened abruptly, digging in and pushing Ed closer so that they ground together. His breath huffing out in a little gasp, Edward rolled his hips, his forehead falling to rest on Roy's shoulder. "This kitty doesn't like to be kept waiting," he gasped, fingers clenching tight around the man's biceps.

"Then he'd better fetch the lube."

It was stupid, but one word made Ed break character, just for a moment. "If you want to do this, do it right," he moaned, exasperated. "Cats don't fetch, dumbass."

He didn't even see it coming—one moment Edward was on Roy's lap, pretty much having the time of his life, and the next moment he was tumbling onto the bed, his husband having pushed him away. "Ow, what the fuck?"

Roy looked at him with disapproval, crossing his arms over his chest. "It's not safe to play with a kitty who has such sharp claws."

Oh, this fucking bastard. He'd made that slip on purpose, just so he could watch Ed beg. Normally, Edward would at least try to stick it out, but at the moment he had slippery, silky panties (that were small to begin with and were now altogether too tight) rubbing against him with every move and he wasn't in the mood to fight…he was in the mood to get his ass fucked.

So, sighing, Ed rolled over so that his elbows and forearms were on the bed, his legs were curled under him, and—most importantly—his ass was in the air. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I promise I'll be good. I'll even fetch, just this once. Please?"

The faintest grin shot across Roy's face, before he regained control of his expression. "I just don't know if I can trust you not to scratch me," he responded, turning his head away.

Edward rolled his eyes, but kept going. He crept forward, until his head was in Roy's lap—until he was eye to eye with the man's bulge, actually. Ed glanced up, then lifted his hands and tugged at his husband's waistband. It wasn't easy, considering Roy refused to budge, but eventually Edward had pulled the pants down low enough so that he was presented with Roy's boxers.

Glancing up once more, and catching sight of the dark lustfulness in his husband's eyes, Ed hid a smile and leaned forward, just enough to lick along Roy's length. Once. Twice. A third time, before taking it into his mouth ever so briefly, and then Edward pulled back, pleased to hear a disappointed sigh. "Please?" he asked again.

"Oh, alright." Roy was hysterically bad at pretending to be hesitant, now. "Go get the lube."

Ed practically jumped off the bed, reaching into Roy's bag and digging out the desired bottle. He threw it onto the bed, before leaping on himself, twisting around to that he was on all fours with his ass in Roy's face. "Is this okay?"

"Very good," Roy murmured, groping him for a moment before slathering his fingers in the lube. "Glad to see my kitty is behaving again.

The bed creaked as his husband stood, yanking off the rest of his clothes before climbing back onto the mattress on his knees, right behind Edward. Roy leaned over him and pressed a kiss to the back of Ed's neck as he slid a finger past the panties and into him.

"Aren't you going to move those?" Edward mumbled, almost dizzy with how good it felt—as always—to have any part of Roy inside him.

"No, silly kitty. I wouldn't want to mess up your tail." Thus said, Roy grabbed the tail and gave it a little pull, making the fabric covering Ed's front slide backwards in the most pleasant way. He couldn't hold back a moan, which (of course), only made Roy repeat the motion.

By the time two more fingers had been added and his tail had been pulled about a thousand times, Edward couldn't stand it. "Please, Roy…"

"Please what?"

Ugh. He didn't have time for this. "Your kitty wants his milk."

Roy laughed aloud, but removed his fingers and pushed himself in instead. The change was sudden, and it had Ed holding his breath, but as soon as he was exhaling again Roy leaned down, it being his turn to break character. "I'm at least ninety nine percent sure cats don't take milk up their ass."

"Shut up," Edward grumbled, gasping as his husband moved ever so slightly. "I'm doing my best with what you give me to work with."

Not bothering to dignify the complaint with a response, Roy instead began to thrust, effectively silencing Ed. Well…no, not silencing, because Edward was anything but quiet. At the very least though, all he could do was make noises. Articulation was beyond him.

Ed, for his part, was particularly enjoying his panties. They rubbed up against him with every thrust, and the force of Roy's movements was enough to jar him, causing the fabric to slip, and slip…and when he finally sprung free, Edward let out his loudest moan yet, burying his face in the covers beneath him to try to muffle the sound. Roy wasn't one to ignore something like that though, and his husband quickly wrapped a hand around him. "Don't finish before me, okay?" the man panted. And Edward, idiot that he was, nodded…though if Roy didn't come soon, he wasn't going to be able to keep that promise.

Luckily, he did, and Ed finished second…barely. He always was driven over the edge when he felt Roy come inside him. Even just thinking the words gave him post-orgasm shivers.

When Roy slid out, Edward let himself fall forward, catching his breath.

"So," the man begin, his conversational tone somewhat ruined by the panting and the hand toying at the small of Ed's back. "Think you'll be able to walk tomorrow?"

Grinning tiredly, Edward pretended to consider. "Yeah, I think so."

"Damn." Roy shook his head, pushing loose hair out of his face. "I guess we'll just have to try again then."