The first thing he noticed upon his return to the main ballroom was that people had started leaving.

He decided to occupy himself with some food; he was suddenly ravenous, and he realised he hadn't actually had much to eat tonight at all.

"There he is!"

He turned, canapé half in his mouth, and spotted Havoc, Breda and Alphonse.

Roy cleared his throat and licked his lips. Couldn't he have two fucking seconds to eat some food?

Al smiled at him. "Do you know where Brother is, sir?"

Roy glanced towards the hallway he'd come from. "I believe I saw him in one of the other rooms some time ago. I'm sure he'll make his way here soon."

Al blinked at him, and he belatedly realised the soul bond made what he'd just said a very awkward lie. He watched, slightly panicked, as Alphonse traced the gold thread from his wrist to the hallway with his eyes. He looked back up at Roy with an unconvincing smile. "Right. Thanks."

And now Alphonse was probably worried something was wrong with Ed. Shit.

"He's fine," he added hastily, giving Al a reassuring smile.

Al looked mildly bemused as he nodded, and Roy decided to keep his mouth shut. His brain was still only half functioning.

"Hawkeye was about to send a whole search party for you two," Breda said, amused. "No one had seen you for over half an hour."

Roy decided to stuff the canapé in his mouth as a means to not blurt another awkward excuse. His eyes flitted back to the hallway he and Ed had disappeared down, only for Ed to emerge at that exact moment.

Al smiled widely and waved at him. "Brother!"

Ed spotted them and walked over, eyeing them each individually as he tried to figure out what he'd just walked into. His eyes lingered on Roy munching on his canapé a second longer, and his lips twitched up.

Roy swallowed his canapé.

"No. Way."

Havoc's voice had everyone turning towards him. He was gaping at Roy as though he'd just been told exactly what had happened between him and Ed in that storage room.

"So that's where you were!" he groaned, hands running through his hair. "I can't believe it, just how do you do it?"

Roy had no idea what he was talking about.

He cleared his throat, awkwardly fixing his collar. Did something look out of place about his appearance after all?

Breda narrowed his eyes at him, taking a better look, and then snorted. "Oh, sir." He laughed. "Your little paramour left you with a bit of laundry to do."

Roy blinked, his gaze lowering to his shirt. He couldn't see anything, but then remembered Ed had said he had lipstick on his collar.

He smirked, as though he was reluctant to verbally confirm, but made it obvious that whatever they were thinking did in fact happen. "None of your business, gentlemen."

Havoc whined in despair. He turned to Breda. "How does he do it? No one flirted with me tonight, nobody!" He sighed, gazing at Roy's soiled collar forlornly. "I was so sure I'd find her tonight."

"Perhaps that's your issue, Havoc," Roy said, fiddling with a second canapé. He was fucking starving. "You need to stop looking. You're coming off as desperate."

What a joke, considering what a pathetic, desperate mess Roy turned into the moment Ed was in front of him.

"I am desperate!" Havoc exclaimed. Then he paused, looking around in what he surely thought was discreet. It wasn't. "Who was it, though?"

Roy hummed, maintaining his air of mystery. "A gorgeous blond."

Behind Havoc, Ed scowled at him, his cheeks red.

Havoc wailed. "I bet she was my type."

Breda snorted. "Everyone's your type."

Every woman, Roy thought. No everyone.

Roy quietly ate his canapé. He caught Ed's eye; Alphonse was quietly talking to him and Ed was uncomfortable with whatever he was saying.

Ed averted his gaze and hissed something at Al that sounded suspiciously like, "I can handle myself, Al."

"There you are."

Roy blinked at Hawkeye as she walked over to them. She had that disapproving look on her face. She was probably annoyed he'd gone missing and hadn't said anything.

Knowing her, she'd been keeping an eye on him this entire evening and had slightly panicked when she lost him. He wouldn't put it past her.

Roy raised his hands in a placating gesture, smiling. "I'm in one piece."

She gave him a flat look.

"Ohhh, boss," Havoc whispered-yelled, eyes wide as he looked to Ed.

Ed immediately looked uncomfortable. "What?"

Havoc looked around in that totally-not-discreet way of his, and then pointed at Ed's arm. "Did you know the chief was getting it on with someone? Can you, like, feel that shit?"

Ed turned a bright shade of red and shifted his weight awkwardly. "I'd rather not picture the bastard like that—"

Al snorted loudly, cutting Ed off, and Ed gave him the ultimate look of betrayal. Roy frowned as he looked between the brothers.

Havoc had been about to open his mouth again when Hawkeye said, "Enough," and he thought better of it.

Hawkeye turned to Havoc and Breda and said, "Go find Fuery and Falman. Our ride home will be here in approximately twenty minutes." She nodded to Roy, and then ushered Havoc and Breda away.

Roy reached for another canapé.

Al's snickering had him casually tuning in to whatever he was about to say, while maintaining the illusion of being really into the canapés.

"I had so much fun tonight."

Ed grumbled something under his breath that sounded like a disgruntled, "Of course you did."

Al hummed teasingly, and a spike of anxiety flowed through the bond. "What, did you not have fun, Brother?"

"Shut it, Al."

"I would've thought you would've had the most fun out of all of us."

"Al."

Roy turned, holding his third canapé, and raised a brow at Al's smirking face next to Ed's bright red scowling one. "I'm glad you've had a pleasant night, Alphonse."

Al smiled, but it was that smile, the evil gleam one. "I'm sure you've had a fun night too, sir."

"Al, oh my god—" Ed whispered, elbowing his brother.

Al smacked Ed's arm. "Ow, Brother, don't elbow me! It hurts!"

A wave of guilt flowed through to him, which was displayed all over Ed's face. "Sorry."

Roy smirked, absently fiddling with his lipstick stained collar. "I must admit the night has ended rather spectacularly." If only Al knew…

He watched as Ed shut his eyes and all but died.

Al laughed. "Oh, I'm sure it has."

"I'm leaving," Ed announced.

"We all are, soon," Roy said casually. "I'm sure you can wait to leave with the rest of us."

"Fucking idiot," Ed muttered, rubbing at his face.

Al grinned widely in absolute amusement, and then cheerfully said, "Well! I will, uh, leave you two to…catch up."

Ed looked at him incredulously as he floated away.

Alone with Ed once again, Roy finally got to eat that third canapé. He watched as Ed awkwardly shifted his weight from one foot to the other, glaring at the floor.

He wouldn't pretend to know or understand the unique bond the Elric brothers shared, but he wondered if it was hard for Ed not telling Alphonse about the recent developments of their relationship.

Once he'd swallowed his food and licked his lips, he asked, "Does it bother you that your brother thinks I was making out with some random woman?"

Ed blinked, his face morphing into something akin to a deer caught in headlights that had Roy narrowing his eyes. But just as quickly it was gone, and he shrugged in that casually tense way of his. "I don't care."

Roy pursed his lips, not sure what to make of that. It was embarrassment, of all things, that was flowing through the bond.

And then he remembered. Ed had lusted after him for years, and during most of that time, Alphonse had been in a suit of armour and probably incredibly in tune with his brother's emotions. Which meant…

Roy smiled. "Alphonse knows about your crush on me."

It was as though Roy had physically punched him in the gut. All the air left Ed's body as he spluttered. His face turned bright red and his mouth fell open in sheer disbelief as he said, "Crush?"

It made perfect sense. All the teasing, Ed feeling uncomfortable. Alphonse was teasing his brother about his crush. Delightful, really, and something he would've undoubtedly used to fuel a magnificent fire a few years ago, but now…

If only Alphonse knew the feeling was…reciprocated.

He caught sight of Grumman walking towards them behind Ed, and he quickly said, "Grumman's coming," just in case Ed was about to say something they'd struggle to cover up if overheard.

"You two!" Grumman exclaimed by way of greeting. His eyes were crinkled which suggested he was smiling underneath that moustache. "I sincerely hope you have enjoyed your night."

Roy smiled politely. "Absolutely, sir. What a magnificent event. It has certainly exceeded all expectations."

"Kiss ass," Ed grumbled, but Roy heard it anyway. He hoped Grumman didn't.

"I'm glad, I'm glad!" Grumman said, then looked to Ed. "What about you, young man? I believe General Alchov's daughter took a liking to you." He winked.

Roy's smile, impressively, didn't waver.

Ed looked disgruntled, shifting on his feet as though he was trying to stop himself from telling the harsh truth. Finally, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and said, "It was fine."

Grumman chuckled, then looked to Roy. "Youth, aye?"

Roy's smile deserved a medal at this point. "Yes, sir."

Ed scowled. "What does this have to do with my age?"

Roy swallowed. It would be too conspicuous to elbow him but—Ed, shut up.

Grumman laughed heartily. "Well, women your age can be overzealous, and men can be so utterly oblivious! She was definitely into you, boy."

Ed's scowl deepened. "Well, tough. Not interested in women my age." He spat the last three words out with a bit more venom than necessary, and Roy sent him a very pointed, disapproving look that hopefully Ed interpreted correctly as shut the fuck up.

Grumman's brows rose all the way to his hairline. "Ah, I suppose it would make sense that you'd be interested in someone older. You are certainly wise for your age."

Ed, thankfully, did in fact interpret Roy's look correctly, because he shrugged and offered a very uncommitted, "Yeah, I guess."

And that was that. Grumman smiled again, wished them a goodnight and walked off.

Roy could breathe again.

"Promise me you'll never pick a fight with the Fuhrer ever again," Roy said, misleadingly calm. "Because next time I may actually have a heart attack."

Ed snorted. "Can't promise anything like that." He smirked. "I'll always pick a fight with you, even when you're Fuhrer."

Roy sighed, appearing exasperated, but the warm affection that spread through his chest betrayed him. He grabbed a forth canapé and gestured in front of him. "Let's make our way out, shall we?"

"Fucking finally."

The drive home was spent much quieter than the one just hours earlier. Roy had quickly gathered whatever bits of interesting information the others had gleaned tonight, and then they had settled into a peaceful, quiet silence.

One by one, his team was dropped off to their respective houses, mumbling goodnights, until it was only Roy and Ed. They were the last ones on the route.

Ed sighed, leaning his head on Roy's shoulder almost immediately after Hawkeye was out the car. Roy spared a quick glance towards the driver, even though he knew they weren't visible to him; there was a black screen between them.

"That was a long night," Ed mumbled.

Roy hummed, shifting slightly so Ed would be more comfortable. "It was. But it went well."

"Did you do everything you wanted at least?"

"Yes." Silence settled for a moment, before Roy added, "I was surprised by the absence of some important faces."

Ed frowned, shifting slightly to look at him. "I mean, barely anyone from the actual Promised Day was there." He paused to think. "But it makes sense; Teacher would rather throw up blood than be there, Scar is in Ishval and—"

"I mean military," Roy said gently. "General Armstrong, for example, was notably absent."

"From Briggs?"

"Olivier, yes."

Ed shuddered. "Maybe it was for the best."

"She's my main competition for Fuhrer. If it's not me, it'll be her, I'm sure of it." Ed didn't reply, and Roy went on, almost musing to himself. "She wants this as badly as I. I thought she'd be there."

He knew she wouldn't have been, however. Hawkeye had informed him that she'd declined the invitation.

"Why do you think she wasn't?" Ed asked.

Roy took a breath to think. "My best guess is that she's showing her dedication to Briggs and therefore her work by forgoing what she undoubtedly thinks is a waste of time. It's a bold move."

"She's a bold woman."

"That she is."

Ed shifted again, and, fuck it, Roy lifted his arm and wrapped it around Ed's shoulders, bringing him close to his chest.

"Are you worried about it?" Ed asked.

"I'm worried about everything."

Ed snorted. "Right. Stupid question."

The car slowed to a stop outside his house, and the driver came to open the door for them.

Ed pushed off him just as the door opened, and Roy casually exited, thanking the driver.

The night air was cool, and Roy took a deep breath, finally letting go of all the anxiety of the day. Finally, it was over. He could stop thinking about the ball now—he'd still keep an eye out for any mentions in the paper, but what was done was done. Now he could focus on other things…

He glanced at Ed as he shut his front door behind them. The moment they were in the privacy of this house, Ed exhaled and undid a few more buttons of his shirt. He looked so dishevelled that way, so tantalising.

"Bed?" Ed mumbled, undoing his ponytail and massaging his scalp. Roy could do that for him. He should. Definitely.

Roy cleared his throat as he, too, undid a few buttons of his shirt. "Yes, it's rather late."

They ascended the stairs and entered the bathroom together. They were simply preparing for bed, and the air around them was quiet and relaxing and tired, but there was something in Roy that was alive, that was sparking.

He couldn't stop thinking about the storage room. Or rather, what had happened inside it. What he and Ed had done. How Roy had allowed himself anywhere near Ed in such a high risk environment. How Roy had allowed himself to touch Ed in such a high risk environment. And how he'd allowed himself to act so…depraved.

He was slipping, being careless. But no one had known, no one had been suspicious or thought he and Ed had been doing anything inappropriate. No one noticed for a while that he'd been gone—apart from Hawkeye, but that was her job. But the other Generals, the Fuhrer—they couldn't care less.

They couldn't care less unless they found out. Then they'd care.

They quietly walked into Roy's room, and Ed finally undid the rest of the buttons of his shirt. Roy stared at him for a moment as he undid the buttons of his own shirt, and then undid his belt.

Ed also undid his belt.

Fuck it.

Roy walked over to him, wrapping his arms around him from behind. Ed froze as Roy nuzzled into his neck, inhaling his scent.

Surprise flowed through the bond, and Roy did his best to ignore it.

"Did you have any fun at all tonight?" Roy mumbled against the skin of his neck.

The question seemed to snap Ed out of it. He relaxed. "I've had worse nights," he replied, amused.

Roy hummed in dismay. "That's not a high bar for you. Considering."

Ed chuckled. His fingers traced circles on Roy's forearms around his waist. "I guess it was fun watching you bullshit everyone."

"It's called networking."

Ed gave a little snort. Then, he leaned against Roy's front, and Roy held him tighter. "Did you have fun?"

Roy caught his eye, noted the teasing amusement in that golden gaze. They were both thinking of the same thing. The storage room. "I've had worse nights."

Ed smirked, as though he could see right through his feigned nonchalantness, as though he knew just how much that moment had truly undone him. He pressed further into Roy, and Roy couldn't hide the beginnings of his arousal. Ed's smirk widened. "Can't believe you call me insatiable, bastard."

Roy squeezed his arms, holding Ed tightly against him. "You are."

"So are you."

Roy huffed, his hands now roaming down Ed's stomach to start unbuttoning his pants. "That's only because of how often you attempt to seduce me."

Ed laughed. "Attempt?" Then he bit the inside of his cheek, his eyes narrowing teasingly. "And yet, you're the one who can't stop touching me. I'm not doing anything."

There was a grain of truth in that, somewhere, but Roy was not about to analyse it. Not right now. Not when he finally got to have Ed to himself again. There was no ball looming over them now, no Alphonse hogging Ed, no work the day after.

This moment was precious. And he was planning on taking full advantage.

"Is this you complaining?" Roy mumbled against his cheek, his right hand dipping into his pants, into his underwear, and grabbing his predictably hard cock.

Ed released a shuddering breath as Roy began to stroke. "Didn't say anything like that," he whispered.

Roy smirked, but it was shaky, his body already throbbing with anticipation and desire. He really needed these pants off.

He found himself slowly grinding against Ed's ass, getting friction that felt so good, but not nearly enough. Ed's breathing had laboured as Roy stroked his cock lazily, almost teasingly.

"Want round two, bastard?" Ed breathed shakily, hips jerking as Roy tightened his hold on his cock. "I know you loved it when I fucked your mouth."

Roy growled at the reminder and promptly shoved Ed onto the bed. Ed chuckled, pushing himself up onto his elbows and looking up at him with that damned smirk on his face. His shirt was fully unbuttoned, and Roy could see the way his abs tensed at the movement. It was ridiculously sexy, nothing had any right being that sexy.

Roy grabbed a fistful of that silky blond hair and kissed him, their mouths colliding roughly and battling for dominance over the kiss. Ed wasn't relinquishing, taunting him and riling him up in a way only Ed could.

Ed grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer—and closer still, as he lowered himself to the bed and dragged Roy on top of him.

Ed bit his lip, hard enough for him to hiss and break the kiss. Roy grabbed his jaw and pushed him down on the bed, glaring, and Ed chuckled, amusement flowing through the bond as he pushed Roy's shirt off his shoulders. "Or maybe it's my mouth you want to fuck again."

Roy smirked, trapping Ed's hips between his knees as he unbuttoned his pants. "I may have something else in mind."

His eyes followed the movement of Ed's tongue as it came out to lick his lips. He threw his shirt on the floor and then returned his focus on Ed's pants.

Ed shimmied his hips to get them off, and Roy truly had to resist taking his cock, hard and ready, into his mouth. But this wasn't what he wanted for tonight. Tonight, he truly would fuck that smirk off his face.

Ed smirked, hooking his flesh toes into Roy's pants and pulling. "Off. Stop staring at me."

Roy narrowed his eyes at the command but made quick work of his pants, which joined the rest of their clothes on the floor.

"Turn around," he ordered, but didn't even let Ed move before grabbing his hips and flipping him over. "Spread your legs." His voice had turned slightly breathless, his heart pounding at the sight of Ed's perfect ass, of the curve of his spine, of his long hair over the pillow.

He watched as Ed obeyed without comment, shimmying his knees on the bed to widen his stance. Roy's hands lost no time, gliding over every available surface of skin available to him. Every inch of skin Ed had Roy would touch.

Ed shivered at his intimate touch, and Roy leaned over him, teasing him by pressing his cock between his asscheeks and gently rolling his hips. His lips left feather kisses on his cheek, behind his ear, his neck, and Ed was panting, hands already balled into fists in the duvet.

"Stop teasing," Ed whispered, gulping as Roy's fingers trailed down his chest.

Roy smirked, but didn't reply. No, he wouldn't stop teasing. He would tease Ed like Ed liked to tease him. Until he went insane.

He reached into the bedside cabinet for the lube, and quickly slicked up his fingers. He pulled back just enough to push a finger into Ed, and watched with carnal fascination as Ed spread his legs further, arching his hips up for more.

He knew Ed could take another finger, but he took his time anyway, until Ed was gritting his teeth and bucking upwards for more.

He leaned over him again, ignoring the way his own cock throbbed as it rubbed against Ed's hot skin. "I'm going to tease you to insanity, Edward."

"Fuck," Ed hissed as Roy thrust another finger inside him.

He would take his time. They had all the time in the world. He would control himself. Until Ed was begging, until Ed was screaming, until he drove him to the point of insanity that he had driven Roy.

Ed took the third finger easily, and he groaned, hips pushing impatiently back onto Roy's hand.

"Patience," Roy mumbled, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Bastard," Ed said shakily.

"Hips higher," Roy demanded, and Ed obeyed, lifting his hips higher and pressing his upper body into the pillow.

Ed submitting to him like this was so fucking beautiful.

Roy retracted his fingers, and the little whine that escaped Ed's lips was only an appetiser of the sounds he'd make come out his mouth tonight.

His hands groped his asscheeks, his thighs, palms smacking and kneading at the flesh until it turned a soft pink. "Have I told you you have a really nice ass?"

"You have now," came Ed's muffled voice, and Roy could hear the impatience, the need, the hint of a beg.

Roy hummed, leaning forward and softly, gently, running his tongue over Ed's balls. Ed moaned, but Roy continued upwards, until he tasted a hint of cherry, until the tip of his tongue was circling Ed's entrance.

Ed's breath stuttered, muscles contracting at the new sensation. "Holy shit," he heard him breathe.

"Does it feel good?" Roy mumbled against the sensitive skin, and it made Ed shiver.

"Yeah," Ed said quietly, and that was all Roy needed to grab his cheeks and spread them. His tongue applied pressure around the delicate ring of muscle as it rubbed against it, over it, inside it.

Ed's cock was leaking precum, but Roy didn't move to grab it. He continued the movement of his tongue, until Ed's groans were loud and breathless, until he'd buried his face into the pillow and was moaning and shivering.

"This is mine," he breathed, and Ed shivered once again as his breath fanned over the most sensitive parts of him. "No one gets to see you like this." His hands groped Ed's golden skin greedily, kneading the flesh and relishing every moment.

He ran his tongue over the rim again, his right hand sliding down towards his balls, then up to his cock. "Only I touch you like this, do you understand?"

Ed made a vague sound from his throat, gulping, his hands gripping the sheets tighter.

Roy's tongue darted back out, caressing the ring of muscle, and Ed whimpered, clenching. "You're mine, Ed. Say it."

"I'm yours," came his shaky voice, slightly muffled by the sheets.

Roy hummed, applying more pressure with his tongue until Ed whined. "Please," he whispered, hips bucking closer to Roy's tongue. "Please just fuck me."

Roy smirked, his tongue darting out to circle Ed's entrance once more. "Begging already? I haven't even started."

Ed groaned, and Roy decided to spare him, just a bit. He pulled back, noticing how hard he was, how his body was throbbing and begging for Ed's. But he would control himself.

Ed was rock hard, but Roy refused to touch his cock, refused to give him that relief. Until he begged for it, until he screamed for it, until he sobbed for it.

With one hand he grabbed his cock, angling himself against Ed's entrance, and with the other he pushed Ed's shoulder down, further into the mattress.

The first push into Ed's body always made him want to groan; the tightness, the wetness, the heat, Ed.

Ed took his cock easily, as though his body was made just for Roy to slide into. They slotted like a puzzle.

They both breathed heavily for a second, and Roy could already feel his mind shutting down, the primal need for Ed taking over. All he wanted to do was thrust, and thrust, and thrust, and thrust—

"This is what you do to me," he said breathlessly, his eyes squeezed shut as he fought against the burn in his lower abdomen. He thrust further, in one, quick movement, and Ed whimpered. "Can you feel how hard you make me?"

"Mm," Ed whimpered, his hips pushing against Roy.

Roy started pulling out, slowly, carefully, and then pushed back in, relishing every inch. He was breathing heavily, his cheeks burning, his body throbbing. His grasped Ed's hips, lifting them higher from where they'd slightly lowered.

He leaned over Ed's back, enveloping him and burying his sweaty face into the crook of his neck. He thrust, again, slowly, gently, and shuddered at the sparks of pleasure, of torture. His hand curled softly around Ed's exposed throat.

"It's fucking agony," he growled in his ear, and then thrust harder, faster, and Ed's muscles clenched as he braced himself against it.

He couldn't fight it anymore, his mind dizzy with need, with utter carnal desire. He grasped Ed's hips and thrust, hard and fast, again and again and again, moaning as Ed met his thrusts, gasping.

Fuck, how did it always end up this way? With Roy being the desperate one, with Roy enduring this torture, with Roy losing every last scrap of his control?

"I want to be inside you all the time," he panted as he thrust relentlessly, Ed whimpering, gasping. His hold on Ed's hips tightened. The little movements of his hips against Roy's were driving him insane. "Day and night. I can never get a fucking break."

"Fuck, Roy," Ed whispered, his hands fisting the duvet until his knuckles were white.

With every wet slap of their skin Ed's moans were getting higher pitched, faster, more desperate. Good, Roy thought. He wanted Ed to feel like this. Like he felt; like he couldn't breathe, like he was a slave to his most basic needs.

"You feel fucking incredible, Ed," he gasped, his thrusts hard and fast and completely unrelenting.

"Don't stop," Ed moaned, as if Roy was planning to. He would never stop, he could never stop.

"Ed," Roy gasped, his eyes fluttering shut from the sheer ecstasy. In one hard thrust he'd buried himself to the hilt, grinding against him the way he liked, his fingers digging into his hips until they bruised. "I lose my damn mind with you."

Ed moaned, loudly and completely unashamed, his hips doing those little movements, pushing and grinding against Roy and trying to get him even further inside.

"Put your hands on the headboard."

Ed didn't question it; he all but scrambled up, sweaty and shaky as he wrapped his hands around the wooden frame. His back arched just so, his legs spreading further as he presented Roy with even better access to his body.

Roy stared; at his muscular back, his spine, his perfect ass, two dimples at his lower back where his thumbs fit perfectly as he gripped his hips. He stared at their joined bodies, where his cock disappeared into Ed.

"God, Ed." Roy continued grinding deeper, his breathing laboured, his vision blurry. "I'm going to fuck you until you scream."

Ed shuddered, his head hanging between his arms. His biceps contracted as he held on, as he steadied himself. It made Roy resume his pounding, wanting to see Ed's muscles clench as he met every single thrust.

Ed's asscheeks were red from each slap of skin, his whimpers chocked and breathless. His perfect little ass clenched around Roy so perfectly that he groaned, picking up his pace and feeling the pressure in his groin coiling tighter and tighter.

One hand slid down to Ed's front, about to grab his weeping cock. Ed's breath hitched when his fingers brushed over his stomach, and he gasped, "If you touch me I'll come."

Roy smirked—a shaky, pathetic thing—as he withdrew his hand. "Can't have that just yet."

Ed's grip on the headboard tightened as he realised what that meant. That Roy truly was going to drive him to the brink of insanity.

Roy pulled out, and Ed all but sobbed, clenching around air, hips jerking in desperation. Pulling out of Ed had cost him another layer of control, but fuck it had been worth it for that noise.

He grabbed his throbbing, leaking cock and slid his length up and down between Ed's asscheeks, teasing both of them. "Is this what you want?" he taunted.

Ed's legs spread even further, and he pushed back, as though to make Roy slide back in himself. Roy didn't let him, pulling away just far enough.

"Fuck, Roy, please," Ed begged, his voice almost slurring with need.

It was all Roy needed to angle Ed's hips and bury himself to the hilt in one thrust. He started thrusting, deeper, harder, grunting after each thrust.

Ed moaned, the sound loud and deep, his throat raw. "Fuck yes, that's deep."

Roy kept up his pace, spreading his asscheeks and watching his cock disappear into Ed's tight, perfect body. He fucked him relentlessly, Ed meeting his thrusts until it got too much and he simply took the pounding, panting, whimpering, moaning, his grip on the headboard tightening.

"Roy," Ed whined, and Roy leaned forward and bit his shoulder. Ed gasped, then moaned hoarsely, the sound utterly broken.

He grabbed a fistful of blond hair and pulled, making sure every thrust was brutally against his prostate. "You are perfect," his hissed.

"Roy," Ed gasped. He clenched around him, and Roy thought he was going to combust.

"Say you're mine," Roy gasped, his body burning from the inside, so torturous, so—

"I'm yours," Ed croaked. Broken, he sounded utterly broken.

He couldn't be this lucky. How had he ended up with access to the most glorious person in existence? Maybe losing everything was worth it if he got to have this. Forever. He was the luckiest man in the world, and he would have this forever. He would. He didn't care what anyone else thought—he would keep Ed forever.

Ed cried out, the pleasure reaching its peak the same moment a flare of heat jolted up his left wrist, but he ignored it, chasing his orgasm, making sure Ed kept screaming as he came, completely untouched.

He looked down, at the way Ed's back muscles flexed with the movement of their bodies, his perfect round ass Roy was pounding into. Ed was so fucking fit.

His body burned as the pleasure took over. It was deliciously torturous enough for him to groan, completely unashamed, his heart hammering, his cock throbbing, the release crashing through him and taking over his entire body and soul.

It must've lasted merely a few seconds, but it felt like minutes. He pulled out, watching his cum leaking out of Ed as he breathed, as his brain tried to return to baseline. The familiar feral possessiveness gripped him by the throat.

Ed was his.

His body turned to jelly, so fast it was as though a switch had been flipped, and he leaned over Ed, his forehead resting against his sweaty shoulder as they both panted.

Ed lowered his hips, Roy following until he was lying on Ed's back. Ed's face was flushed red, strands of hair clinging to his sweaty forehead, his eyes glassy from his orgasm.

Roy tiredly nuzzled his hot cheek.

They didn't speak. There was nothing to say, no words to describe or explain what had just happened.

There was something in Roy that was utterly serene, yet utterly broken at the same time, something that had fractured but by doing so had made itself right.

Ed reached back and gently touched his hair. Roy held him tighter, but his hazy mind noticed the golden thread around his wrist was pulsing. Was he hallucinating?

His own left wrist was throbbing, and he mustered the energy to move his head just enough so he could look; the thread was also pulsing.

Weird, he thought, as sleep took him.