A/N Fun fact when I was writing this it was gonna be two chapters cause I'm evil but as I was editing it yesterday I realised that it flowed better as one chappy so here is an extra long chapter ;)

Maybe things were looking up a little bit.

Roy's good mood and optimism from yesterday had carried on to today. Second night in a row and there had been no dream. Perhaps the bond was making up for the two-dreams-in-one-night situation. He didn't really know when the bond decided to make them dream and why; perhaps he should ask Ed, see if he had a theory. But anyhow, Roy wasn't complaining. He had slept really well yesterday, and today he was feeling energetic and refreshed.

And to make things even better, it was Friday today.

Roy always felt a spark of excitement at the prospect of Friday. He didn't even know why, since he was usually bored at home at the weekend and just planned work things anyway, or even on occasion came to the office. It had just been ingrained into him to look forward to the weekend.

Though he was also slightly affected by the rest of the team. The air in office was different on Fridays; Havoc and Breda had a bounce in their step, Fuery and Falman spoke more animatedly. Even Hawkeye let some things slide till Monday.

But right now, he should probably be more apprehensive than anything.

Because the weekend would mean no essential buffer between him and Ed.

Perhaps he was overreacting just a little bit. After all, if he and Ed just remained cordial and worked on the array together, things would go relatively smoothly.

He was also planning on taking some paperwork home for the weekend, a desperate attempt to try and catch up with the mountains. So he had plenty of things to do to distract himself.

And if necessary, Roy could stick to the kitchen and banish Ed to the couch. The tug would be annoying, but desperate times.

It was only two days, it would be fine.

Roy did want to have a look at the reversal array designs Ed had been working on; he hadn't really had a chance to this week, what with all the paperwork and whatnot. But he really should be updating himself as much as possible — he would need the knowledge when relaying it all to the Fuhrer.

This weekend Mei Chan was supposed to be in Resembool, so perhaps they would get a call from Alphonse with news. Roy hoped Mei could give them a lead, something to work with.

A month of being chained to Edward Elric was taking its toll on Roy's sanity.

Hawkeye had brought him and Ed lunch a few hours ago. It had surprised and pleased Roy that he wouldn't have to maybe fight Ed again on their lunch arrangements, but when she followed it with, "You cannot afford to take an hour break, sir. By my calculations, you are already behind in catching up." Roy had just sighed in resignation.

Ed, the little shit and bane of his existence, had smirked at him and snickered.

And now, at almost 4PM, Roy found himself gazing at the clock longingly. Willing it to magically be 5PM. He hoped Hawkeye wasn't mean enough to make him stay overtime today.

A knock had him and Ed turning their eyes towards his office door.

"Come in."

Havoc popped his head in, smiling. "Hey-yo."

Roy raised a brow. "Is everything all right, Havoc?"

Havoc walked in, unlit cigarette in his mouth and looked between him and Ed. "Me, Breda and Fuery are going for drinks tonight and wondered if you two wanted to come." He shrugged. "Thought you'd need some after the few weeks you've had."

Bad idea. It was the first thing that popped into Roy's mind. Being seen with Ed in a bar, being under the influence with Ed near him, Ed being under the influence—

He paused.

Being seen with Ed wouldn't be weird if it was with the team. Friday night drinks with subordinates wasn't that common, but Roy's team had been doing it for years. Roy sometimes attended, but not that often. The rank difference had him confused about how to act, and he'd wondered if his presence made the others uncomfortable. Havoc and Breda seemed fine, but Fuery seemed more nervous when he was there, and Falman remained way too professional. As far as he knew, Hawkeye never attended; she had never been a bar person.

They really shouldn't. They needed to go home and he needed to continue signing paperwork. But right now, letting off some steam seemed like just what he needed.
He was pretty sure Ed didn't drink anyway, and Roy didn't get drunk anymore.

It'd be fine.

Roy looked at Ed, who shrugged. "I'm up for it if you are."

Roy pursed his lips and looked back at Havoc. "Sure."

Havoc cheered and high-fived Ed. "Now that you can drink alcohol, we'll go wild, boss!"

Ed laughed unsurely, and Roy felt a small sliver of apprehension in his stomach.

The dimly lit bar wasn't really Roy's scene.

He'd been in plenty bars over the years — hell, he'd grown up in one — but he much preferred the nights he'd go over to Maes's house and they'd chat and get drunk on his couch.

Roy didn't like getting inebriated in public, and with his current rank of General, it was even more important to maintain a certain look. His drunken shenanigans had no place in the papers.

Maes did have many pictures though. Maybe he should ask Gracia about that at some point.

"Let's gooo," Havoc yelled, taking a seat at the table. "What are you all getting? First round's on me!"

Roy could only watch, with slight apprehension, as Havoc and Bread tried to determine what types of alcohol Ed had tried.

Ed grimaced. "That stuff tastes like shit." Through the bond, Roy could tell Ed was slightly uncomfortable with the attention he was currently receiving.

Breda snorted, slapping him rather harshly on the back. "You don't drink alcohol for the taste, boss!"

The bar was quite full; Breda had to shout to be heard over the music and the loud voices coming from the tables around them. Roy spotted a lot of blue uniforms too; the bar was close to Headquarters and he knew it was a spot for military men. It was typical for a Friday night.

Havoc and Breda decided to keep Ed's drink a surprise. Havoc had gone to order at the bar, and Breda was making fun of Fuery for whatever reason.

But Roy kept his eyes on Ed.

It occurred to him then, as he watched Ed shift uncomfortably in his seat and look around, that he had never seen Ed in a situation like this before. Of course he'd known that Ed hadn't had the typical teenage experience, but it hit home then. Had Ed even been to a bar?

Roy leaned close to his ear, and Ed went rigid. "We can leave if you want."

Ed turned his head, catching Roy's gaze, and Roy could've sworn his cheeks were flushed. But it was hard to tell in this red lighting the bar had going on. "I'm fine."

Roy nodded and pulled back. The bond betrayed just how flustered Ed had just felt, but Roy decided to let him be. Ed could handle himself.

Havoc returned with a tray full of their drinks. Roy accepted his whiskey on the rocks with a nod, watching as Havoc dumped a weird yellow-red concoction in front of Ed.

"Try that." Havoc grinned, and everyone watched as Ed picked up the drink and gave it a sniff. He grimaced, and Breda laughed.

He took a sip and cringed. "Tastes like shit."

Havoc and Breda almost doubled over laughing, and Fuery grinned at him. Roy decided this had been a bad idea indeed.

"Tequila sunrise, baby!" Havoc yelled at him, and downed his own drink.

Roy took a sip of his and then offered his glass to Ed. "Try that."

The blush on Ed's cheeks was back as he hesitantly took the glass from Roy's hand. Roy noticed he went out of his way to avoid touching his hand.

Before he even took a sip, he was grimacing. "This fucking stinks."

Roy smirked at him. Okay, he'd give it to Havoc, this was amusing.

He saw the exact moment the whiskey burned his throat. Ed coughed, placing the back of his hand over his lips, and gave the glass back to Roy. He looked at him in utter disgust. "Why the fuck would you drink that?"

Roy took a swig and smirked at him. "Cause whiskey."

"Next round on me!" Breda yelled, taking everyone's orders once again.

Havoc was sitting opposite him and Ed, so he had to lean over the table to be heard. He was smirking. "So, chief, how's the ladies situation been while you've had the boss living with ya?"

Ed spluttered next to him, and through the bond Roy felt his embarrassment at the question. Roy, however, was much more practiced at answering women-related questions, so his face didn't even twitch. "As good as it can be, Havoc, when you're joined at the hip with Fullmetal."

From the corner of his eye he saw Ed turn to glance at him. Havoc snickered and went to kick Ed under the table, but cursed in pain instead. "Fuck, kicked the automail leg."

Ed snorted.

Breda returned with the second round of drinks as Havoc said to Ed, "Has he not tried to sneak a woman in yet?"

Ed shifted uncomfortably, avoiding Havoc's gaze. He seemed to not know what was appropriate to say. What he should say. He shot Roy a quick glance as he said, "Not that I know of."

Good enough.

Roy sipped his second whiskey, and watched as Ed reluctantly sipped vodka lemonade. Havoc and Breda really seemed to be loving this.

"What about you, boss?" Breda smirked at Ed, who seemed to be regretting agreeing to this outing as much as, if not more than, Roy at this point. "Any women?" He wriggled his eyebrows.

Ed predictably scrunched his face up and flushed. He averted his gaze and Havoc and Breda howled with laughter. Roy, for some reason, became aware in that moment that Ed had never explicitly answered that question. Ever. Even when Roy had teased him, his answer always was a scowl and a blush. Did that mean that Ed hadn't been with a woman, or that he had and was reluctant to share details?

Roy leaned back in his chair and simply observed. For a moment he wondered whether he should intervene, tell Havoc and Breda to stop the teasing, but decided against it. Ed could more than handle himself; he'd been telling Roy to go fuck himself for years, he could handle some embarrassing grilling about women. Hell, since Roy had teased him about it plenty times himself, putting a stop to this would be weird if anything.

"Guys, stop embarrassing Ed!" Fuery said, but he was trying to stifle his laughter.

Suddenly, Havoc jumped up from his seat and stared at something behind Roy and Ed. "Holy smokes, she's hot."

Roy heaved a small, silent sigh and turned to see who had captured Havoc's attention. He spotted a tall blonde in stilettos by the bar, her silver sequins dress sparkling in the dim lighting of the room. Yeah, that was Havoc's type alright.

Roy turned back to him with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

"Hey!" Havoc exclaimed, indignantly pointing at Roy. "I saw her first! No stealing!"

Roy put his hands up and smirked. "You're lucky I'm stuck with Fullmetal."

A flicker of hurt through the bond had Roy casting a curious glance at Ed. He was glaring at him, and Roy raised an eyebrow. He did know Roy was just bullshitting, right? Surely.

But no, he wouldn't. Ed didn't know him, not really. He didn't know that this was just what Roy did.

When Ed turned away from him, looking down at his two, mostly full drinks, Roy felt a pang of regret at what he'd said.

Havoc cheered, completely oblivious to what had just passed between him and Ed, and downed his drink. "I'll go buy her a drink!"

He ran off, and Breda snorted. "Right. Bet time. How long do y'all think it'll take?"

Roy eyed Havoc and the woman now talking at the bar. Havoc was leaning against the bar in typical male courting fashion, and the woman was sitting on a stool. Her body language told Roy she was slightly uncomfortable.

"Five minutes," he said, dumping a few cenz on the table.

Breda snorted. "You sure have faith in him, chief," he said sarcastically. "I give him ten minutes."

Roy raised his eyebrows. "Because that's so much better."

They watched Havoc interact with the woman again, and noticed she was laughing. That caused Fuery to bet that she'd go home with him.

"As if," Breda said, but accepted the cenz into the pile anyway.

Roy looked at Ed, who was still watching Havoc try to woo the blonde. He was frowning, looking as though he was studying them, and Roy wondered what he was thinking.

"Fullmetal?" he said, causing Ed to turn towards him. Roy gestured to the table. "What's your bet?"

Ed looked at the cenz on the table and then went back to studying Havoc. "I don't have money on me."

Roy couldn't help but roll his eyes. Of course he didn't. Since Roy was his bank account now.

"Your turn for drinks, chief." Breda grinned cheekily at him, and Roy smirked.

Roy stood and walked over to the bar. The tug in his chest was slightly painful, almost a stab, but thankfully their table was relatively close to the bar.

As he waited for a barista to be available, he absently looked around, taking in the scene. People around them were drunker than they were when they'd arrived. Roy wasn't drunk himself; he was only just pleasantly buzzed. One more drink and he'd stop.

His eyes moved back to their table, and he locked gazes with Ed, who had been looking right at him. He didn't look away when Roy caught him staring, and Roy held his gaze.

The alchemic thread between them glowed in the dim light of the bar.

He didn't know what it was, whether it was the bar scene, the alcohol, or their previous indiscretions, but he suddenly felt arousal stirring inside of him. He watched as Ed's eyes widened slightly, and he shifted in his seat, licking his lips.

A tap on his shoulder had him turning, breaking his eye contact with Ed. He locked gazes with a petite woman holding an almost-empty glass of some sort of cocktail. She smiled flirtatiously at him. "Roy Mustang, huh? What a lovely surprise."

Roy smiled politely, his arousal forgotten as he shifted into his usual woman-mode. "A lovely surprise indeed. Though I must admit I don't know your name."

She chuckled, flicking her long brown hair over her shoulder. "Anna." She gestured to the bar. "Buy me a drink?"

"Of course, what would you like?"

She tapped her chin in thought. "A margarita."

The barista came over to him, and as he ordered he briefly wondered what to get Ed.

As the barista made the drinks, Roy was acutely aware of Anna's proximity to him. She had definitely come closer.

"So what brings you here tonight?" she asked him, grabbing her drink when the barista put it on the bar.

Roy turned to nod at their table, noticing they were all watching him, and she turned to look. "Night out with the team."

She hummed, sounding almost sad, but she was giving him flirty eyes. "Would they mind too much if you left early?"

Roy glanced at the tray of drinks just as the barista placed the last one on it. He smiled at her apologetically. "I'm afraid so, it's a team building night." He smirked. "Their commanding officer leaving with a beautiful woman wouldn't be very team-like of me."

Her cheeks flushed, but she huffed, pretending to be mad. "Well, then, I guess enjoy your night, General."

Roy picked up the tray of drinks. "You too. Perhaps we'll cross paths again."

"Maybe."

When Roy got back to the table, Breda was grinning at him. "Bet turning that down was hard."

Roy sat back down and glanced at Ed. He wasn't looking at him, and Roy wondered if he was avoiding his gaze. But he couldn't detect any particular feelings through the bond, just a mild discomfort that he'd been feeling all night anyway.

Why had he expected him to be jealous?

Remembering the stab of hurt Ed had felt at his previous comment about being stuck with him, Roy opted for shrugging casually. "Wasn't in the mood anyway."

Just then, he noticed Havoc was back in his seat, sulking. He smirked. "How did it go, Havoc?"

Havoc whined, ruffling his hair. "You know how it went, chief." He looked at him and huffed. "Meanwhile you were getting hit on."

Roy chuckled, grabbing his third, and last, whiskey. He handed Ed the drink he'd gotten him.

"What's this shit, now?"

Roy smirked at him. "Try it."

Ed sniffed it and frowned, because it didn't smell of anything. He took a sip and all but spat it out. "This is fucking milk!"

And just like that Roy was throwing his head back and cackling loudly.

This—this had made tonight worth it.

"Bastard," Ed spat, wiping his mouth with his hand.

Havoc and Breda were frowning at them. "You got the boss milk?"

Roy wiped at his eyes, which had actually watered from laughter. Perhaps he was tipsier than he thought.

He waved at them dismissively; they wouldn't get it.

Fuery wasn't in his seat. Roy found him by the bar, picking up a tray full of shots.

"Shots, shots, shots!" Havoc and Breda chanted as Fuery put the tray on the table. He went to hand one to Roy but he refused. He was not getting drunk tonight.

He did, however, want to watch Ed throw a shot back.

"One, two, three!" Havoc yelled, and on three they all tipped their shot back.

Ed cringed briefly and then looked at the empty glass thoughtfully. "That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be."

Roy raised a brow at him. Of course he'd find a shot the most palatable. Roy placed his in front of him. "Have mine."

Ed flushed, but threw it back anyway, and Havoc, Breda and Fuery cheered. Roy watched his tongue dart out to lick his lips, and he put the empty shot glass down on the table.

"I'll go get more shots!" Havoc said, getting up.

In one quick act of bravery, Ed reached over and grabbed Roy's whiskey, and Roy looked at him with a raised brow. He said nothing as he downed the drink, grimacing through the burn in his throat.

Then he cockily placed the empty glass back in front of Roy, maintaining eye contact as he licked his lips—lips Roy knew the taste of, the feel of. Roy simply stared at him, that arousal swirling inside of him again.

Brat.

Havoc came back with the shots, but Roy kept his eyes on Ed, who'd reached over to grab one, his golden eyes glinting and focused exclusively on Roy. Just before he threw it back, Roy grabbed his wrist. "That's enough."

Ed glared at him. "You don't get to tell me how much to drink."

"No, but I'm the one who'll have to deal with you if you get drunk."

Ed blushed, scowling in embarrassment, but put the shot down. Roy glanced at his pocket watch. It was almost midnight. He glanced at Ed as he stood. "We're leaving."

Ed blinked at him in surprise. "O-Okay."

"Leaving so soon?" Breda asked, a slight slurring to his voice.

Roy reached into his pocket for some money. "Have the next round on me." He placed the cenz on the table, and Havoc cheered.

"Best commanding officer ever!"

Roy smirked, shaking his head at them.

The fresh air was welcomed as they exited the bar. It cleared his head. Next to him, Ed took a deep breath too.

Roy hailed them a taxi, and the short drive to his house was spent in silence. He could feel Ed's mixture of emotions through the bond, but he ignored them. Ed had a right to feel whatever he felt and Roy wasn't in the mood to pry right now.

He also definitely wasn't dwelling on the fact that this, right now, looked like Roy was taking Ed home with him.

He caught the driver's gaze in the rearview mirror and gave him a chilling stare, hoping that would be enough to discourage him from talking. A lot of people were afraid of him; in that moment Roy hoped this guy was one of them. He hoped he'd mind his damn business.

When they reached their destination, Roy slipped in a few extra cenz just in case. "Have a good night."

When Ed shut the front door behind them, Roy breathed a small sigh of relief. Finally in the privacy and quiet of his own home, away from public scrutiny.

As he took his uniform jacket off, he glanced at Ed with a smirk. "Had fun?"

Ed's cheeks flushed as he took his combat boots off. "Could've gone worse, I guess."

Roy chuckled, remembering the woman who had approached him and Ed staring at him. "I had to turn down a beautiful woman because of you, be grateful."

He kept his eyes trained on Ed as he took his boots off, interested to see a glimpse of what he'd thought of that interaction. He hadn't been jealous, and Roy had expected him to be, considering the jealously he'd felt with Stella on the phone.

But Ed didn't scrunch his face up with a blush like he usually did when women were mentioned. He simply stared at Roy with such a serious expression that made him pause.

He arched a brow, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms, smirking. "You weren't jealous, were you?"

Ed's serious expression didn't falter, but he averted his gaze. "You didn't want her."

Roy froze, the smirk slipping from his face.

Ed then took a deep breath and connected their gazes again, and Roy was frozen on the spot. "You wanted me."

Roy stared blankly at Ed for what felt like an eternity. Ed stared back, not deterred in the slightest. He knew what he'd just said was true; he had felt Roy's arousal through the bond.

Not that that would stop Roy from trying to deny it anyway.

"You don't know what I want." He pushed off the wall and walked into the living room, acting casual and nonchalant. As though Ed hadn't just caused his heart to beat much faster than it was supposed to.

Ed followed him into the living room and watched him as Roy briefly went into the kitchen for two glasses of water. He handed one to Ed, who was now frowning at him.

"You'll thank me in the morning." Roy sat on the couch, sipping his water like Ed hadn't even spoken.

Ed looked at the glass, still frowning. "I'm not even drunk."

Roy wasn't looking at him as he said, "You don't need to be drunk to get hungover, trust me."

Ed snorted, coming to sit on the couch next to him. "You're just old."

Roy turned his head to glare at him, but his eyes narrowed. Ed was looking at him seriously again.

He placed the glass on the coffee table. "Are you seriously just going to ignore what I just said?"

Roy averted his gaze, sipping his water. "There's nothing to be said."

"I think there's a lot to be said."

A spark of annoyance had Roy clenching his jaw. Ed needed to mind his own damn business. "What I feel is none of your business."

"You want me."

Roy exhaled harshly. "Edward, listen to yourself. To what you're saying." He turned to glare at Ed again, but his breathing had picked up. He didn't know if he was getting agitated or aroused. Potentially a mixture of both. "You have no idea what I want." Hell, Roy didn't even know himself.

"Tell me, then."

It was like a switch in Roy's brain; one second he was wondering just what exactly he wanted, and the next his mind, and his body, let him know exactly what they wanted in that moment.

His eyes trailed down Ed's face, past his clothed torso and down to his narrow waist. They went back up to Ed's face, which was now slightly flushed as he stared at Roy blatantly checking him out. "It doesn't matter what I want." He couldn't have everything he wanted, and this was one thing he most definitely couldn't.

Ed cocked his head and narrowed his eyes at him; it was that contemplative look Roy hated. The one where he got the feeling Ed was seeing him in a different light. Roy truly despised it.

"You can't have everything you want," he found himself saying. He downed the last sip of his water and placed the glass on the coffee table. He leaned back on the couch. "Some things can ruin your life."

Ed should know. He should know better than this. Roy thought he would know better than this; that he'd learned that lesson a long time ago when he'd wanted his mother back.

Ed shifted on the couch so his whole body was facing Roy, and Roy stared, shamelessly. He could feel the slight buzz of the alcohol through his veins, the thrumming of need that was slowly taking over. He pushed it away, tried to restrain it like he should. But in that moment, he didn't care that his staring was obvious, because Ed already knew. He already knew that Roy, for some insane reason, wanted him. Because he had felt his arousal in the bar, and he was certainly feeling it now.

It was swirling in his lower abdomen. His fingers were itching to thread themselves through Ed's soft blond hair, to touch him. His body was tingling with sparks of arousal, his breathing a lot heavier than it should be as he gazed at Ed. He didn't even want to know what expression Ed was seeing on his face; he knew his mask had slipped, but he didn't have it in him to put it back in place. Not when Ed looked so damn tempting.

In one smooth motion, Ed had reached back and taken his tank top off. He threw it on the floor and Roy's breathing stuttered, his eyes taking in his tanned, scarred chest, his chiseled abs. Pure electricity ran through him at the sight.

"What are you doing?" he asked breathlessly, his voice husky and low as though someone could overhear.

"Well, I won't ruin your life," Ed said, gulping. His licked his lips and Roy followed the movement with his eyes. "And I want you to have what you want."

Pure arousal was pumping through his veins, and through the bond he could feel Ed matching it. Roy found himself licking his lips as he stared at the obvious dent in Ed's pants.

His breathing picked up to a pant, his chest heaving with every rough breath.

Ed boldly moved closer, straddling him in one fluid motion, and Roy's hands had a mind of their own, coming down onto his strong, muscular thighs.

He was panting heavily as Ed leaned closer, until he was so close Roy could smell the whiskey in his breath. Ed's hands came to rest on his chest, and in that moment Roy wished his shirt wasn't a barrier between their skin.

His hands trailed up Ed's thighs to squeeze his ass, and the little growl Ed let out went straight between his legs.

"You have no idea what I want, Edward," he said again, his voice husky, strained. It was almost a warning, his eyes intense on Ed's own.

Ed licked his lips, staring at Roy's mouth as he spoke. "I think I do." His eyes flickered up to his, now hazy with arousal. "And I want it too."

His heart was going to beat out of his chest. There was a part of him that told him he should stop this. That it was wrong, in more ways than one. That it was just the bond's influence. But there was another part of him, deep, deep inside of him, that so intensely wanted this. It was screaming at him, about how right this was, how Ed's ass in his palms was pure perfection.

It felt like his damn soul wanted Ed.

Ed cupped his face and kissed him. He leaned in that last inch, claiming his lips as though he had every right to, and Roy was slipping. He was scrambling to grab onto his control but it was impossible.

The urgent need he felt terrified him.

Ed moaned into the kiss as Roy palmed his ass greedily. He started grinding his now full erection against Roy's own, and the sparks of pleasure obliterated whatever last bits of restraint Roy may have had. It was free fall from here.

The kiss was filthy, desperate. Roy groaned against Ed's mouth as their tongues clashed, his hands not requiring his brain's permission to roam all over Ed's body. His back, his chest, his abs, his ass; he wanted to feel everything.

Ed's fingers swiftly undid his shirt buttons, and he hastily pushed it down Roy's shoulders. Roy helped him shrug it off him, their lips staying connected the entire time. Ed's hands on his bare skin made him shiver, and he broke the kiss momentarily to gasp. Ed touching him shouldn't have that effect on him. It really, really shouldn't.

Ed ground against him harder. Roy's hands went back to his ass, pushing him against him even harder, and he wished the leather pants vanished. God, he wished they'd just vanish.

Ed whimpered at the friction, briefly closing his eyes as his forehead connected with Roy's. Roy watched the pleasure on his face, the need in those golden eyes, and in that moment he knew what he wanted.

He wanted to make Ed feel so good, he wanted to pleasure him until he screamed.

A jolt of pleasure seared through him. "Ed," he panted harshly, closing his eyes.

Ed groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. "That shouldn't be that hot, fuck," he muttered to himself.

Roy grabbed his ponytail and pulled, tipping his head back. He dived in to his throat, licking and biting and kissing at his erratic pulse and relishing Ed's moans. Ed's hands came to tangle in his hair, fisting desperately.

His cock was throbbing in his pants as he pushed Ed down onto the couch, taking a moment to take in the sight beneath him. Of Ed flushed and aroused, staring at him with hazy golden eyes.

Then Roy was undoing Ed's belt like his life depended on it. Ed watched him, panting, as Roy threw the belt on the floor and slid the leather pants down his legs, boxers coming off with them. Ed parted his legs, placing them on either side of Roy's hips, and Roy was mesmerised.

Ed was naked and Roy was shaking, his breath coming out in desperate gasps as his eyes took in the length of Ed's hard cock, of the way it rested so perfectly against his lower abs.

He reached down and fisted it, causing Ed to buck his hips and gasp. The feel of Ed's cock in his fist felt so right, so fucking perfect. He was so hard, so aroused he was throbbing in his hand as Roy pumped him.

Roy's whole body was thrumming with desire as he leaned over him, hovering his mouth over his ear. "Is this what you fantasised about? Me doing this to you?" he growled, his lips touching Ed's overheated skin with every word.

Ed shuddered. His face was redder than he'd ever seen it, his choked moans delicious sounds that went straight to Roy's already throbbing dick. He had never been this aroused in his life. "Fuck, Mustang."

Roy looked down at his hand, relentlessly pumping Ed's cock. Precum was glistening at the tip, and he licked his lips. Before he even knew what he was doing, he'd wrapped his mouth around the tip, sucking, licking, tasting.

Ed, he wanted to taste Ed.

Ed gaped at him, golden eyes blowing wide. "Holy shit," he gasped, staring down at him.

His hand fisted in his hair as Roy took more of his length into his mouth. He bobbed his head, sucking with his lips and pumping with his hand, and Ed's groans were getting louder, more desperate. His hips were slightly bucking, seemingly of their own accord, and he placed his other hand over Ed's lower stomach, fingers splayed over the ridges of his abs, holding him down.

He kept his eyes on his face, watching as it scrunched up in pleasure. His molten gold eyes stared at him with such need, and in that moment Roy would give him whatever he wanted. He'd do anything for him.

"Don't stop," Ed panted breathlessly, his eyes squeezing shut as pleasure took over. The hand not tangled in Roy's hair gripped the armrest of the couch behind him. He threw his head back, groaning loudly, and Roy knew he was close. "Please don't stop."

He pumped harder with his hand, taking as much as he could into his mouth. Ed's fist in his hair was borderline painful, but Roy was focused on one thing, and one thing only.

He kept his eyes trained on Ed's face as he whimpered, eyebrows coming together as the pleasure reached its peak. With a loud, deep moan, Roy felt Ed's hot release in his mouth, and the spike of pleasure through the bond. He watched Ed's pants escape through his perfectly pink lips, face scrunched up in pleasurable pain as he gave a few last licks, making sure he got every last drop Ed had to give him.

He pulled back, putting a hand over his mouth as he swallowed and licked his lips, Ed's taste on his tongue.

His cheeks felt hot as he stared at Ed, his breathing heavy. Ed's face was flushed red, his lips glistening and eyes glazed in post-orgasmic bliss, and fuck he was beautiful.

He blinked, the haziness in his eyes clearing, the gold in them slowly becoming clear again. His eyes widened as he looked at Roy. "You—" he started, licking his lips. "You did that." His voice was completely breathless, raspy, his chest flushed and sweaty and heaving with every breath.

Roy gulped, his eyes roaming down Ed's naked body lying under him and feeling his cock throbbing in his pants. His mind was hazy, his blood still thrumming with arousal in his veins. His brain struggled to work, it kept stuttering, fighting through the waves of need. "I did that," he mumbled absently, staring longingly, lustfully, at Ed's body.

His eyes widened. Holy shit, he'd done that, he'd—

A jolt of panic went through him as what had just happened registered—and what it could mean. For his life, for his career, for his future. Ed could most definitely ruin his life.

It was like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on him, his chest squeezing.

"No one can know about this," he said hastily, eyes intense on Ed's. He needed him to understand. How important this was—

Ed opened his mouth to say something, but seemed at a loss for words.

"Ed, this is important." The panic in his voice had Ed sitting up and putting his hands on his shoulders. Roy kept his eyes on his, his hands limp on Ed's waist. "Not even Alphonse."

Ed gulped, his eyes still wide. "I-I wasn't gonna say anything anyway."

He needed a plan, a way to troubleshoot this situation because this had just happened and now he had to deal with it but God his brain wasn't working. Ed's hands on his bare shoulders were so warm, and desire was still poisoning his veins even through the panic, and all he wanted to do was kiss Ed and forget about it all.

It was the most dangerous thing he'd ever had the urge to do.

Getting Ed's hands off him took an embarrassing amount of will power. He stood, aware that he was still painfully hard, that his cheeks felt hot and he probably looked more dishevelled than Ed had ever seen him. Ed stared up at him, in confusion, in slight panic, in concern, and Roy was scared.

He needed to think, and he couldn't think.

Wordlessly, he marched to the stairs, his feet pounding on each step as he hurried upstairs. The pain in his chest from being too far from Ed was nothing compared to his emotions right now.

He locked the bathroom door behind him.

Think, think, think.

He was so hard it was painful. He needed to get rid of this need, to clear his fucking head so he could fucking think. The urge to go back downstairs and bend Ed over and fuck him into oblivion was extremely fucking unhelpful right now.

He was undoing his belt almost on autopilot. When he fisted his aching erection, he hissed. He grit his teeth as he pumped with one hand, his other braced on the sink. It was pure agony, and Ed was so profoundly on his mind; his golden eyes, his fucking hair, his hard cock in Roy's hand. His face scrunching up in pleasure as he came, Ed thinking of him while doing this.

A small, strained grunt escaped him as he came in his hand, the sparks of pleasure so fucking intense and it was so wrong, on so many fucking levels, that thinking of Ed made him come this hard. That he'd just been downstairs, his lips wrapped around—

He gasped, his eyes connecting with his own in the mirror. And what a state he was. His face was flushed, and it was not the attractive kind; it was blotchy, and he was pale and sweaty, and the panic in his eyes was plain as day. His hair was a complete mess; Ed's hands had done a number on him.

He placed his other hand on the sink as well, and focused on his breathing. The desire was ebbing away finally, the post orgasmic bliss feeling a bit too blissful for his liking.

He'd reached a new low, he realised. He'd thought that maybe he'd lost his sanity and reached rock bottom years ago, but no. This, this was something else.

This was the most embarrassing moment of his life.

Absently, he realised the pain in his chest had eased.

"Oh," he heard Ed mumble. He was right outside the fucking door. Roy squeezed his eyes shut as complete embarrassment overcame him.

Ed must've felt his orgasm through the bond.

Leave, Roy wanted to tell him. Fucking leave me alone. Please.

He wanted privacy, needed privacy. He needed to figure so much shit out and this had not been what he'd thought was going to happen tonight, or ever.

He cleaned himself up and splashed some water on his face, taking his time and putting his mask in place—

No, who was he kidding. He was simply trying to gather enough courage to open the fucking door.

With a deep, deep breath, he opened the door. He saw a flash of blond hair sat on the floor by the door, but he ignored it and marched straight to his bedroom.

And once he was in the safety of his bedroom, he pathetically slid to the floor, and put his face in his hands.

He absently licked his lips, and he could still faintly taste Ed on his tongue.

God, what had he done?

A/N THIS IS PROGRESS I PROMISE I just had to end the chapter dramatically cause I'm dramatic. Roy had to be hit with a sledgehammer at some point. lol