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"Brother! What do you mean you haven't seen him the entire time you've been in Central? You moved there three weeks ago!"

Edward held the phone lazily about a foot away from his ear as he only half-listened to what his younger brother was saying. The small office he sat in had more boxes than floorspace, most of the boxes stacked along the wall. The desk he sat at looked like a bomb of papers and books had hit it, but Ed knew where every little thing was... somewhere, in the chaos of it. When Al was done 'scolding' him, he finally put the phone back to his ear and leant back in his seat, closing his eyes. "Central is a big city. I'm a busy man." His voice was blunt and monotone, but Al heard the tone of lying. He always did, when it was Ed.

"You're afraid."

"I'm not afraid!" He yelled, jumping back to sit up. "It'll just be all awkward, we've barely talked this whole time --"

"--And who's fault is that, Edward?! -- " Al cut in.

"Shut up!" He was getting angrier by the second. "--And he's like twenty years older than me --" There was a muttered That's an exhageration, from the other line that Ed ignored. "--We have nothing in common, I have no use for anything in the military. What are we gonna talk about, Al?! Women?!" He let out a twisted laugh at that remark, though only Al would know why.

There was silence, and then a long sigh from Al. "Fine. Don't tell him," He gave in.

Ed narrowed his eyes at the picture in the frame on his desk -- specifically, at Al's smiling face in the picture. "No. Don't do it."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Edward." Al's voice sounded bored -- but it was forced, Ed knew he was trying to mask that he was up to something. Al was an open book. "Oh, Winry needs my help! I gotta go. I'll talk to you later, Ed!"

Ed yelled Al's name but it was too late, Al had already hung up the phone. The blonde slammed the phone back onto the receiver. He knew what that meant. He knew Al had kept contact with him since they'd gone back to Risembool to rehabilitate and heal after the events of getting Al's body back, and Ed's arm. Edward had only kept contact through awkwardly written letters that were vague and didn't include much, like he was talking to an acquaintance -- not the man who had put the idea into his head and sparked the biggest journey of his life, to fix what he'd done to Al and himself. The letters were almost as if to say, Still alive. Haven't caused trouble. No cities were blown up. Don't send military.

It was time to go for the day, Ed decided. He didn't think Mustang cared enough to come here immediately if Al told him -- and Ed was positive Al was already on the phone -- but, he still didn't want to be here. Or home. He didn't trust Al to not mention where he was living or --

Fuck. That bastard already knew what Ed was doing because he told him.

This entire thing just ground his gears more and more. He threw his coat on, pulled the hood up and left, heading out of the building and into the chilly weather.

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There was a knock on the door to Roy Mustang's office, and then it promptly opened and Riza slipped in quietly. "Sir," She greeted quietly. "There's a phone call for you." She looked at the phone on his desk before quickly looking back at him and her eyes softened a little bit. "It's Alphonse." Only her superior knew her well enough to see the tug at the corners of her lips as she tried to not show it. "I don't think you want to pass this phone call, Sir." Unlike most phone calls, this time Riza stayed. A suspicious move. She was waiting for something -- for him to hear whatever caused Alphonse to call, perhaps.

When the phone was finally picked up, Alphonse's voice greeted the line with his usual cheer. "Good afternoon, Sir!"

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Roy shrugged off his own coat, throwing it over the back of the other chair. He didn’t answer Ed instead he walked over to the bar. He ordered them a few drinks and headed back to sit down at the table. Ed would actually make him go first. He had to resist rolling his eyes at the attempt to not talk about the blonde’s activities. A giggly blonde came over with their drinks, smiling at both of them as she set down their drinks. She didn’t make it hidden that she ran her eyes over Ed in obvious appreciation.

The brunette had to hold himself back and keep himself from clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. He instead forced a dazzling smile for her which the waitress couldn’t hide her blush. As soon as she left, Roy was already making work at his large glass of beer. He also had a whiskey on the rocks sitting beside it for after. The same two drinks sat in front of Ed as well, almost a challenge in a way.

“Nothing too much. I was promoted to Brigadier General. Bigger office and bigger piles of paperwork that Riza doesn’t let me ignore.” He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. There wasn’t much that had changed about the older man. His life was almost exactly as it had been years before the other had left. “Tag, you’re it.” He smirked, tilting his beer back to finish it. If anybody had anything exciting to talk about, it was Ed.

Ed was completely oblivious to the waitress's gaze, just as he seemed to be with all women(and really, this should have clued everyone in, even Al admitted) unless they were blatantly obvious. Roy's smile, though, did not go unnoticed -- immediately the first thought that crossed Edward's mind was that of course, he was going to flirt with women at a bar. Again, he felt reminded that he was going to regret this.

Of course, short and vague -- because the older man wanted to be nosy about Edwards life. He picked up the beer and took a sip before finally speaking. "I spent most of the last couple years going back and forth between staying in Xing with Ling and Mei, and with Al and Winry in Risembool," He explained. Another sip of beer. He was quiet for a moment as if contemplating something. His eyes stared down at his drink as his expression got serious. He could trust Roy, he always could. The man, even if he didn't act it, always had the brothers' best interests in mind. Despite the man's own goals, he put himself at great risk of losing it all just for them.

"I still don't know what to do with myself now that Alphonse has his body back." He knew Mustang probably understood -- Edward had spent the better part, what should have been the better years, of his life on a search for a stone that may or may not had been their solution. Chasing a dream that many thought impossible. As a child, he had thrust himself into an adult world. Now, it was over. He had never considered what they would do once the succeeded, and now he was here and didn't know what to do.

Ed had also once been very naive, a younger Ed would have probably not even noticed Roy's selection in drinks. A smirk tugged at his lips as stared at the drinks on the table, the beer in his now-flesh hand(it still felt strangely amazing to *feel* with that hand). "You are trying to get me drunk. You think I don't know better than to mix my drinks."

Roy listened to the other with all of his attention, slowly sipping his whiskey. He could understand where Ed was coming from. In a way, it’s why the past few years were nothing much to talk about. They had won a huge war and now without all of that happening, he felt lost himself. He could only imagine the restless feeling that the younger one was going through. Once you no longer have that drive or need for something, everything else in life just turns stagnant.

He couldn’t help the slight choke on his drink. Damn, busted. He had wondered if Ed wouldn’t notice at all what he had planned. In some way, he didn’t mean to order the drinks the way he did. He mostly ordered the two different drinks to see which one the blonde preferred. Though deep down, he had hoped it wouldn’t be noticed and he could help a drunk Edward Elric home.

Roy’s tongue came out to wet his lips as he put his drink down. Instead of showing his guilt, another smirk just appeared on his face. He leaned into the table to set his elbows on it, his head propped up by one hand. “Now, why would I do that? I just simply am here to listen to your antics,” he purred, obviously trying his hand to see if Ed would not continue talking about the drinks.

“Is Xing where you learned to expand your martial arts?”

Edward rolled his eyes about the drinks. However, oblivious to the perverted thoughts behind getting Ed drunk -- he assumed it was just Roy being himself, trying to get back at him for kicking his ass so he could tease him later. It was unfortunate that every time Edward drank, his automail leg served nothing but a reminder that he was a lightweight. Slightly shorter than average, and missing a leg. The prodigy did not hold any alcohol very well. He took another sip of his beer, about a quarter through it already.

And languages, Ed apparently had also picked up Xingese. It was likely no surprise the man would become fluent despite a short time being there. "English is not always a common language in Xing. It was frustrating, for the first few months..." He rolled his eyes, leaning back in the chair as he leaned an arm over the back of the chair. "Ling, being emperor, was not always able to.. assist," And quite frankly Edward didn't always want the man helping because he could be bounce off the walls hyper. "The text, most are in Xingese, or the ancient dialect. It's fascinating." He drank more of the beer.

"Martial arts though, of course. I had to," He shrugged. "I would have gotten my ass kicked! Like you did." Smirk. "...well, more often anyway," Leave it to Ed to still be picking fights where he probably shouldn't. "But it pays to be... friends," It was almost like that word got stuck in his throat, "I guess, with the Emperor of Xing. Ran Fan and Mei-ling were happy to teach, sometimes Alphonse accompanied so he has learned a fair bit as well."

Roy bristled at the words about him getting his ass kicked. Leave it to the younger blonde to keep bringing that fact up. He wasn’t surprised at all by the fact that it only took Ed a few months to learn Xingese. The other had always been super smart and picked up on things quickly. It’s why he also wasn’t surprised that Ed had become a professor.

However, he picked up on the slight issue Ed seemed to have with the word friend. He rose a brow and his smirk slowly slipped off his face. He tried to school his face to not show any jealousy or that it possibly bothered him. “You seemed to have an issue there. Is there another word you were wanting to use instead the word ‘friends’?” Roy’s voice was silky and teasing, not giving away how his mind was running around.

Certainly Edward didn’t mean anything else. He wouldn’t have been... dating the Emperor of Xing would he? In some ways, the brunette still thought of Edward as younger than his actual age. No way the same blonde in front of him had done things with the Emperor... right?

Despite what Roy was hinting, Edward managed to somehow keep his composure, though there was still a bright blush at the suggestion. "Yeah, I was trying to think of another word for Royal Pain in the Ass!" He snorted. Obviously, the double entendre of what he had said had gone over his head. "But I wouldn't have had access to everything I did without him pulling strings for me, so I guess friend." He took a long sip of his beer and finished it. Ed had become a slightly better liar with age when it came to things like this -- so it was hard to tell if Edward was lying or not, especially given his naiveness.

"What about you and Hawkeye?" Two could play at this game. They were always strangely close. And, it would perhaps clue Ed into if they were really a thing, or not. There was a smirk on his lips as his hand picked up the glass of whiskey and just held it. "Or, like, the countless women..." He trailed off, knowing he would know damn well what he meant.

The bright blush didn’t go unnoticed by Roy. He just let out a soft hum in response. He couldn’t tell if Ed was lying or not. Regardless of if he was or wasn’t, the brunette didn’t believe him one bit. He knocked back the rest of his whiskey, turning his head to signal for two more to be brought over.

Roy handled Ed’s next two questions fairly well. He didn’t even blink as he picked up his new drink to take a sip. “Hawkeye? We’re close. We’ve known each other for a long while, as her dad is who trained me to use my flame alchemy.”

He wasn’t lying after all. If Ed ever got the chance to see Riza naked, as low as it was, he would see her back even had the same symbol as the one on his gloves. He rose a brow though when he thought about the last question. A low chuckle made its way up through his throat, head shaking slightly as he took another sip.

“What can I say? I have the magic tongue that every woman seems to like.” He grinned, the tip of his tongue coming out to wet his bottom lip. Ed could take his words however he wanted. Roy simply meant he just knew the right things to say, but it could have been another hint to his tongue being good at something else.

He knew there was likely nothing between the two, Edward knew the Colonel well enough to know that even if it sometimes didn't seem like it, he did care deeply for those he kept around them. He sipped at the whiskey as he listened, almost choking at the remark about tongue. That made a few memories flash through his head, times where he was more in his imagination than in the present when with someone.

"Yeah, you run your tongue quite a bit." His face went even redder. Fuck. Maybe Ed didnt know better than to mix his drinks.

Roy actually enjoyed the fact that Ed seemed to choke a little after his little comment about his tongue. His stomach gave a flutter, snorting a little under his breath. Yeah, think about what I might possibly mean Edward. Whether it's talking or using it to lick.

He flashed Edward a large grin, downing his second drink and motioning for another. He couldn't remember the last time he saw Ed blush, but he definitely wanted to continue to see it. He should stop the conversation where it was, but he couldn't help himself. He also could tell it wasn't just a blush taking over Ed's face because of his words. It was the flush from slowly becoming drunker.

He could definitely run with this. "You're falling behind Edward. Why don't you finish that off, I have another round coming. If you don't want that, I can always order you something else.." he trailed off, his grin turning wicked. If the blonde was going to let him order more drinks for him, he was in for a surprise. While Roy knew he should keep all the drinks to being dark liquor because of the whiskey, the was willing to switch it up to a white liquor such as vodka.

Edward was older and understood how to drink correctly... right?

Ed scoffed. "I don't drink as much as you do," He was right. And, he, unfortunately, knew what happened when he got too drunk. And that was with someone he considered a royal pain in the ass. Right after this whiskey was probably a good time to stop, Ed thought to himself.

He set down the empty glass and frowned at the man's suggestion of another drink. "What are you determined to get me drunk, for?" Ordering something else was definitely not a good idea. That felt like begging for a hangover. He recalled the night someone introduced him to tequila and shuddered.

"Do you think because I've got long hair or something, you can take me home like you would some woman?" Oh, god, there went Ed's filter.

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Roy knew that Ed would make a comment about him trying to get Ed drunk. However, he was actually surprised when he made the woman comment. He stared at Edward and tried to hold back his laugh. Considering he had every intention to take the other home, it was definitely not like some woman. He never took the women back to his house anyway. That's what hotels were for.

He did let some of his breathy laugh out though as he drank a good bit of his third drink. "You're right, you don't drink as much as me. I also didn't consider you a woman." his voice went an octave lower for that last word. A lopsided smirk and finishing off his drink happened. "As for those women you mentioned, they were never brought to my home. I do have some decency and took them to a hotel."

He didn't even have to ask for another cause as soon as his empty glass touched the table, the waitress took it and it was replaced quickly. Well, someone was hoping for something from them. Whether it was a good tip or one of them taking her home after her shift. Another lick of his lips and he gave a sigh as he leaned back in his chair. "Who said I was determined to get you drunk? This was your offer after all..."

Edward stared at the fresh drink in front of him with a bit of a frown, determined to keep the cut off where it was. "A hotel, huh." He looked at the other, raising a brow. He wasn't sure if he was already that drunk, or he really couldn't decide if that was better or worse.

"Yeah, I suggested drinks, but you're the one who keeps waving down more drinks," He pointed out. He leaned forward against the table, his long ponytail falling over his shoulder.

Then, Edward remembered something, that had prompted him to kick the others ass earlier to begin with. "Earlier, you said something, but you didn't finish." The lack of bluntness was definitely the whiskey, Edward was usually so blunt it hurt. He subconsciously took another sip of the glass placed in front of him, already forgotten the cut off he set for himself. "You said you wondered if I... what? " He raised a brow, the glass still not far from his lips as he assessed the other.

"Yeah, a hotel." Roy rose his own brow a the other. He couldn't help but take in the picture of Ed as he leaned on the table. His dark eyes followed up the other's arms, over his hands, and slowly soaking up each inch of the blonde ponytail. He wasn't drunk, couldn't even feel the buzz in his head, but Ed was making it hard for him to not feel light headed from something.

When Ed brought up his unfinished thought from earlier that day, Roy's body gave a slight twitch. Dammit, he wasn't expecting the other to bring that up. He made a slight face and downed the new drink that was brought to the table. He even reached over to grab the one that Ed was obviously not going to drink and also knocked it back.

"It was nothing." his voice was husky and rough from the quickly downed alcohol. His mind gave a slight buzz, nothing to show him that he was tipsy though. Possibly two or three more drinks before that happened. "Was there anything there other than... friendship with your so called Pain in the Ass friend?" he was trying to divert the conversation from himself and back onto Ed.

Another mouthful of Whiskey, swallowed hard when Roy asked about Ling. Bastard. Avoiding.

"Ling and I were only friends." He was only lying by omission, there. The man was infuriating to deal with half the time, not to mention that Ed had absolutely no interest in staying in Xing at all. It was hard to tell now if he was blushing, or if it was just from the alcohol. And, well, Lings dark hair made imagining others in his place much easier.

"He just.. has no boundaries," Ed muttered, before realizing what he'd said. Hoping Roy didn't hear, he finished his drink while mentally cursing. Fuck.

Ed might have hoped that Roy didn't catch that little slip up, but he did. Roy's eyebrow rose at the exact words that Edward said. "No boundaries?" he parroted, his voice not giving away if he was teasing or generally surprised. No boundaries could mean anything. Somehow, the dark haired alchemist didn't think it meant anything innocent either.

"Do elaborate on these no boundaries that Ling seemed to not have." Roy's voice was soft to not give away the mental battle he was having. So Edward wasn't a virgin anymore? He'd slept with Ling? If they slept together, how are they still only friends? Even friends with benefits was something hard to keep up. Eventually someone would catch some kind of feelings for the other.

All of this thinking brought him back to the countless women comment. Why did the blonde care that much about the women he has had? "Why does it bother you, the women I've had? Wouldn't anybody like someone experienced?" by the end of his sentence he had already downed yet another whiskey that had been placed in front of him. This waitress just might get him tipsy at this rate. Not to mention take all his money for the drinks that just kept coming.

Ah, fuck. The man had good hearing. "You've seen him. He's all... han--"--sdy and shit. No, do not go there, Ed. He managed to catch himself there, at least. "He's... just fucking weird." Yeah, it was definitely what he'd call Fucking Weird. Ling was the definition of weird, many times.

He listened to the other, frowning a bit about the women's comment. For some reason, he found himself irritated -- because he knew why, and he was only reminded of it. He picked up another drink and held it to his lips. "Only Women," he corrected, before there was the hint of cringe and Ed took a bigger mouthful of alcohol, deciding to chew on the ice cubes as well to shut himself up. Suddenly, Ed couldn't look Roy in the eye.

Roy's ears perked up when he heard Edward trail off his original sentence. Han what? Was it possible that 'handsy' was the word that Edward was trying to use? That is, before he changed his mind to say something different. So it was exactly as Roy's dark mind had thought, Edward Elric had slept with Ling. That irritated him to the core. Not that he had expected to be the blonde's first, but Ling of all people?

It was possible that Roy was going senile with the way he was confused over Ed talking about only women. It took another drink before it hit him mid swallow. He made a snort sound of laughter in his glass, pounding his chest as he started to choke on the alcohol. So that's the issue. It wasn't the fact that it was countless women, it was the fact that it was only one gender.

Once he stopped coughing, Roy actually laid his head back and laughed. He found it extremely hilarious and endearing that was the reason the blonde was so caught up on the women thing. He calmed down after a few minutes, grabbing the fresh drink out of the waitress's hand before she put it down. He tossed it back and gave her both empty cups.

The older man gave the other another devilish smirk, slowly standing up. He leaned over the table till their noses almost touched. "Funny how you only heard about just the women. Not as many others, but I still know my way around those bodies too." his voice was husky and low, his eyes looking at the other's face up close. "Sorry you never heard the other side of the rumors as well."

His tongue came out to slowly lick his lips. He was tempted to lean in farther for a kiss but stopped himself. He leaned back to grab his jacket, walking over to the bar to pay for their drinks. His hand slid itself across the other's shoulders and up into the blonde hair. He leaned over the other's shoulder, his lips barely touching the ear he found there. "Good night, Ed. There's always the option of a night cap.. elsewhere."

Ok so that last drink did kinda send him over into being buzzed. The only reason he was being as brazen as he was. He pulled away and started toward the door. His stomach clenched in anticipation to see if Ed followed him.

Ed made a face when the other started laughing, and for a moment it looked like Ed may lose his temper. He opened his mouth to say something when suddenly the other was leaning across the table. He was so close, Ed could smell his cologne, the whiskey on his breath... Ed's face went bright red as the other spoke about other bodies. It gave Ed the chills. Despite the alcohol, he suddenly became aware of the semi he now had, shifting in his seat slightly.

He watched Roy retreat to pay the bill, mumbling to himself what Roy had just said. The others' hand on his shoulder felt like fire, the hand in his hair giving him chills. The alcohol was definitely making his body betray him. The other's lips in his ear made him feel lightheaded, only pushed to turn him on more. He stared after the other walking away, trying to comprehend what the man had just said -- night cap.. elsewhere? Did he mean what he thought he did? The realization that if Al were here he would be practically beating Ed over the head for hesitating when he knew how the blonde felt about the older man hit him about as hard as Al would have.

Ed scrambled to throw his red coat on, using the back of the chair and the table to push himself up to follow after Roy. Except, once he stood, just how much the alcohol had effected him finally sank in. He stumbled for a moment, catching himself on the chair. Okay, maybe dont try to run right now, Ed thought to himself. Not very sexy to faceplant drunk in the bar.

Roy happened to look over his shoulder as he opened the door. A soft sigh and the older man turned to help the younger one. His arm slid around the trim waist, ducking under the smaller one's arm so that it was over his shoulders. "Careful.." was all he whispered toward the other, pulling the blonde tight against his side. From the small ruckus he heard behind him as he walked away, Ed seemed to really want to come with him.

The thought of how eager the blonde was made the brunette lick his lips, a warmth spreading through the bottom of his belly. Even if Edward planned to just drink more alcohol or coffee once they walked into Roy's house, that was fine. The older one could deal with the fact that he was only going to touch this much of Ed.

He maneuvered them through the door and headed in the direction of his house. His eyes caught sight of a hotel and a grin came over his lips. So he really just wanted to know if Ed wanted to be a part of that group or if he actually planned to go to the General's house. He stopped at the door to the hotel, leaning his head down to whisper again. "Here..?"

Careful. The older man's whisper and arm around his waist made Edward feel like he was on fire, though it did help him immensely to walk. "Thanks," He managed to get out.

He walked along with the man, enjoying the warmth of having Roy so close to him, especially in this cold weather. When he noticed Roy stop near a hotel, teasing him by asking if they should stop here, it took a moment to click in Edwards's head with the alcohol haze. Hotel. Here. Like all the other women. Women.

His face went almost as red as his coat, Edwards volume suddenly cranked. "No, no Hotel!" In his fluster, he pulled away from the other in frustration, determined to keep on walking.

Except about five steps later, the ex-state alchemist stumbled in the snow on the sidewalk and took a dive face first into the snow.

Roy had expected Ed to act the way that he did. It was still funny to him though to see it happen. He chuckled and walked over to the blonde face first in the snow. "I'm kidding... let's go. It's cold." he reached down for the other and pulled the lithe body close again. He started them back on the journey to his house, his body actually starting to react from the closeness and the alcohol swimming in his blood.

He unlocked the door and threw the door open. They both hobbled into the hallway out of the cold and the wet snow. He closed the door behind them and shrugged out of his coat. He hung it up and then reached for the blonde's red jacket. His hands slid over the other's shoulders, letting the jacket slowly drop to the floor. There was a muted heat in his eyes, almost as if he wanted to do more than just take the jacket off.

Instead of pressing forward, he just reached down to pick the jacket up to hang. He toed out of his shoes and then knelt down in front of Ed. One hand reached for the smaller hand and pressed it against his shoulder. "Hold on." was all he said as he pulled one of Ed's feet up so that he could take the shoe off. He repeated the action on the other side as well. He meant to just let go of the other's flesh leg and stand up, but the alcohol helped him to not.

His hand slowly traveled up the blonde's foot and traced the leg he knew would feel the touch. He stopped himself at Ed's waist, staring at the other's face. "Whiskey, Vodka, Coffee, or..." he trailed off, his hand warm against the other's waist.

Edward grumbled a bit as Roy helped him back up, placing one hand on the mans back to brace himself as he walked. "Better be joking.." He grumbled. He followed Roy closely inside, not going too far inside as he had never been here before. He made a weak attempt to kick his shoes off before feeling Roy's hands on his shoulder, removing his coat. Maybe it was the alcohol or the tension -- Ed had no fucking idea -- but it felt like every touch went on agonizingly long. Was he the only one who felt this way, right now? Maybe it was the alcohol.

He leaned onto the other's shoulders with his hands, mumbling thanks to the other for assisting with his boots. Then the hand trailed up his leg, and all Ed could think about was how Mustang had never touched him this long before, even in combat. As Roy stood, Ed didn't remove his hands from his shoulders. His head felt like it was swimming as he listened to his question, or was it a suggestion? Ed didn't have time to process before the words were punched out of his throat by the alcohol he'd been consuming.

"Or You." His face couldn't get any redder, and he instantly looked like he might regret saying that, or as though he didn't actually mean to say it out loud.

Or You..

Those words rang in Roy's head as he tried to make a decision. Ed was very much drunk. He could tell by the stumbles and the current red color on his cheeks. His mind was in a war on if he should stop or somehow keep going. He didn't want to push Ed too far while he was drunk. It wouldn't be the right thing to do, pushing an inebriated person to do those types of things. No matter how much he or the other wanted it.

Roy did let a soft growl escape as he lifted his hands to Edward's face. He cupped the younger one's face between his hands and leaned in to press a hot kiss against the other's lips. He shouldn't even be doing this, but he just wanted a taste. Edward tasted like whiskey with a hint of spice. It drove his hormones wild.

His tongue touched lightly at the blonde's bottom lip, pushing the other back until the blonde's lower back hit the table in his hallway. He tried to show the pent up emotions from all the years that he had wanted Ed. His hands slid back farther from Edward's cheeks to bury his fingers into the blonde hair.

Ed seemed to hold his ground while the other considered the blonde's words, despite the blush across his face. The moment Roy moved again, Ed practically jumped into the kiss. His arms wrapped around his neck, one hand burying into Roy's hair as he parted his lips against his. A moan escaped his lips as he recognized the taste of the whiskey they'd been drinking, tongue flicking against the Generals as he was pushed against the table in the hall, another moan escaping him.

He broke the kiss to gently drag his teeth along the others' lower lip with a gentle tug. "Roy.." It was almost caught in his throat, huskily spoken as he was caught up in the rollercoaster his body felt like it was on, pressed up against Mustang. It was probably the first time Ed had ever called him by his first name.

Ed saying his name nearly broke him. He moaned and leaned in to press another heated kiss to Ed’s lips. His hands started to move from the other’s hair, sliding down to reach under the other’s thighs to set him on the table itself. He tried to push himself even closer, his head turning to the side to deepen the kiss even more.

He had waited so long for this moment. He felt his body reacting more to their closeness. He was starting to feel warm and his pants were getting tighter. There was no way he would continue though. Maybe once Ed wasn’t so drunk.

Roy sighed against Ed’s lips, pressing their foreheads together. “I want you so badly... but not while you’re this drunk...” he whispered, swallowing thickly. He truly did want to take it farther but with the other having so much alcohol in his blood, he didn’t want to push things too far. Eventually he put some space between them, his warm hands still touching Ed’s thighs.

“We should get you upstairs to sleep..” he mumbled, pulling Ed into one more lingering kiss before he fully moved away. He went into his kitchen to get a cup of water. He went back for the other to help him up the stairs. His next dilemma, however, was putting Ed in the spare bedroom or just saying screw it and take the blonde to his room.

Edward couldn't remember ever feeling like this and he certainly knew that he didn't want it to stop. He allowed Roy to put him on the table without any protest, not breaking his lips from Roys or moving his heads from his hair and the back of his neck. The blondes parted lips tried to follow Roy's for a moment when he pulled away until their foreheads were together. Ed's face was flushed, his breathing was more laboured than after their earlier fight.

I want you so badly... It sent shivers down Ed's spine as a soft moan escaped him. ...but not while you're this drunk. Ed whimpered a bit, but he seemed to accept defeat. He regretted the extra drinks, but at the same time, he didn't -- would the kiss had happened at all, if Ed wasn't a little beyond tipsy?

"Alright, you can win this one..." Ed had won earlier, so he'd consider this fair, for now. He slipped his arm around the waist of the other as he was assisted up the stairs, his legs a little bit more uncoordinated than they probably should have been, But Edward also had a prosthetic, which may have played a part. Something about the automail was mumbled under his breath as made it to the top of the stairs.

"Is it that I'm drunk, or you have a problem with Whiskey dick?" Oh, Ed definitely learned a thing or two while he was gone, teenaged Ed definitely wouldn't have had any clue what Whiskey Dick was -- There was a sloppy smirk on the blondes face when Roy would look at him. Ed was bullshitting, hed felt the other's erection against his leg, but the house felt eerily quiet even -- especially -- for a tipsy Edward. Leave it to Edwards banter to get bolder and slightly R rated when hed had some alcohol.

"Or do you just feel a little guilty for going for a guy you knew when he was a kid?" Eds grip on Roys shirt tightened, knowing dam well Roy could easily throw him off balance right now and given the direction his relentless teasing was going, Ed seemed to expect it coming. There it was, that trademark Elric shit eating grin.

Whiskey dick.

Of all the things Ed would say, he said that. He knew the other was just teasing him but damn did the alcohol make his normal brutal teasing worse. He was even going to let the comment go until Ed kept talking.

Or do you just feel a little guilty for going for a guy you knew when he was a kid?

Ed’s grin said everything to Roy. He, again, knew Ed was kidding but those words hit something inside of him. A loud noise left the older man’s throat as he did exactly what Ed was thinking. He threw the other off balance with just a shrug of his shoulder. However, he didn’t let the other hit the floor. Instead, Ed was thrown against the wall with Roy’s body not far behind.

He pressed their bodies as close as he could, one hand reaching down to pull Ed’s flesh leg to wrap around his waist. He ground his hips against the others to show his very obvious erection. “Whiskey dick, huh? Almost sounds like you’re a little afraid that the clearly older man that you want to bed you isn’t interested...” his breath was hot against the blonde’s ear, mouth coming even closer so that he could take the sensitive ear lobe between his teeth.

A particularly hard thrust against Ed made the brunette groan lowly. “Believe me.. I will do so many things to you. However.. without drunken courage.” There was a smirk sent toward Ed once he let go of his ear. One more hard thrust and a deep kiss before Roy pulled away. He’d made up his mind. He let his hands touch over the smaller body that he was dying for. Another few seconds and they were back on their way to a room.

A fluffy bed was where Ed was disposed of at. Roy had decided to just let the other stay in his room. The smell of his cologne was everywhere in the room. He sighed and reached to pull the covers over Ed. Did he dare sleep in the same bed?

The Alchemist knew he was getting under the Generals skin and he was enjoying every moment of it. He let out a yelp and then started laughing when Roy shrugged him off, almost stumbling to the ground before he was caught and pushed up against the wall. His laughter stopped immediately, voice suddenly caught in his throat again when he felt his hot breath on his ear. His breath escaped in a soft whine as he listened to the others teasing. "Maybe," Ed began as his lips curled into a smirk, "Maybe liking older men runs in the family." After all, his mother would have been around Ed's age now when she met Hohenheim.

Then Roy was kissing him again, and all Ed could think about was his erection and Roys mouth on it. The mans threat to do many things to him only fueled that want, wondering how talented a man with his experience was with his tongue. Ed snapped out of it when Roy kissed him again and pulled back, once again continuing their way to a bed, Ed assumed.

Ed looked around the room as they entered, unable to help but notice that it just reeked of Roy in here, and it only made his erection throb. Ed wasn't sure if he was going to sleep well, or if he'd be up all night with blue balls. He'd learned, were terribly painful.

The bed was soft and warm, inviting when Ed was in this condition. He suddenly realized how tired he was. As Roy pulled up the covers, Ed muttered a Thanks as his eyes drifted shut.

Ed’s comment about liking older men ran in his family made Roy groan. He knew exactly what the other was talking about and it made him even harder if that could happen. He sighed and stepped away from the bed. Not tonight. He made sure the other was comfortable and even left a waste basket in case Ed needed to puke. He stopped once again before he left his room to just glance back at the other. His body wanted to go back and just get into the bed with the younger one.

He turned to walk out before he actually did that. Another sigh as he crawled into the spare bedroom bed. It certainly wasn’t as comfy as his own bed but it would do.

By the time Roy left, Edward had slipped into unconsciousness. He could smell nothing but the others cologne, and something else distinctively Roy that he couldn't put his finger on. He slept soundly through the night, although at some point Edwards pants and shirt ended up on the floor. Leaving him with only his boxer shorts as he sprawled out on his back across the bed. Half his face managed to get wedged under a pillow, the automail leg was kicked off the side of the bed, restored arm up over the pillow in the sunlight and his other somewhere under the blankets -- though the mound of blankets suggested that hand was possibly in his underwear.

When he began to wake up, he didn't even open his eyes. Immediately, he was hit like a truck by the headache that pounded in his head -- except his body was torn, because he could smell Roy as if he had his face buried in his chest(Thanks, pillow), his brain not sure whether it should be focusing on the morning wood or the hangover.

A groaned 'ugh, fuck' escaped Eds lips as he stirred slightly in a slow stretch.

The sunlight is what woke Roy up. He squinted his eyes against the bright light and let out an explosive breath as he stretched. Thank god his alcohol tolerance was high because he didn’t have any pain in his head. A hand brushed through his hair as he decided to get up. He winced as his body protested his movement of getting up. He thought of heading downstairs to make breakfast but somehow ended up in front of his room. His mind obviously was thinking of something else but his body was determined to derail that.

He stood there for a few minutes just staring. Without thinking, he opened the door quietly and let himself in. His eyes took in how the other was sleeping. His eyes traced over the large amount of scars that decorated Ed’s right shoulder from the auto mail that used to be there. Even though his flesh arm was back, the scars didn’t disappear.

Scars are usually very sensitive.

Now his brain had caught up to what his body wanted. With a grin, Roy quietly went over to the bed. He leaned a knee on the bed gently to lean over Ed. His eyes noticed the bulge in Ed’s underwear with his grin growing larger. He leaned down to trail his nose gently over the scars as his hand cupped Ed’s morning wood through his boxers. He sighed and replaced his nose with the tip of his tongue.

Gentle tracing of the scars continued while his hand worked the other through his boxers.

Ed laid in the bed, eyes, and nose covered by the pillow -- blocking the sunlight, and conveniently smelled just like a General he knew... He drifted in and out of consciousness for a little bit, trying to will away the hangover. The bed was comfortable, the blankets were light like Edward liked, it smelled like his face were buried in the other's chest, all that was wrong was the damned pounding headache.

Roy must have snuck in during one of the moments Ed had drifted off because the blonde didn't stir at all -- even when the bed dipped at his side under the weight of the other -- until Roy's nose was against those sensitive scars that circled around his torso, shoulder and back and his hand was cupping Eds dick.

He startled immediately when touched, his mouth flying open with a loud, illegible yell as his body had obviously jump-started to sit up, but his shoulders didn't make it three inches off the bed before he collapsed again. A loud groan escaped him, a mix of pain and pleasure -- he was basically prisoner to the hangover as it pounded through his head over his own loud volume.

The pillow was still somehow over his face as a whimper escaped his lips and his body practically melted under Roy's touch. That was much nicer than the pounding in his skull. Goosebumps spread like wildfire across Eds body when the nose became a hot tongue on the scars.

"My head..." He managed to pathetically complain, much quieter than he had just been seconds ago. "My head fuckin' hurts..." His breathing was starting to get laboured, quickly. This was luck, wasn't it? Turned down last night, now next morning, here he was, pounding headache while the man he'd tried to sleep with was touching him in places he'd only previously imagined and Ed couldn't do much more than squirm and moan quietly.

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Ed’s yell made his dick twitch. The yell was like music to his ears. Roy opened his mouth to suck on some of the scars, leaving marks as he went along each and every scar. At some point Ed’s boxers were pulled down to allow his erection to spring free. Taking the other’s dick in hand, it was slowly pumped. Roy ever that made it down to Ed’s auto mail leg. With a smirk, he licked against the scars there.

A moan was released when Ed jumped. He slid closer when the legs spread for him, still leaving marks as he went. The brunette stopped at the other’s erection, just breathing lightly over it. “Probably shouldn’t have drank as much as you did..” Roy teased, his hand slowing down. He had planned to just touch a little. There was no way he could stop now.

Before Ed could even give his smartass response, Roy’s mouth encased his erection. His tongue melded itself against the bottom as he slowly sucked. Just a little bit more. Once Ed finished, he would leave the room. He just wanted more of a taste than he had last night. He also certainly wasn’t wanting to show off his skills either.

Ed continued to squirm and moan under the others touches. He was now unable to pay attention to the pain of the hangover, the pleasure of what Roy was doing him starting to override it. The scars on his legs sent weird sensations down the automail leg, one of the closest feelings he got to a real leg short of pain, and it felt even more sensitive than his restored arm.

His volume increased with another moan as he felt Roys mouth on his erection, his arm pushing the pillow to the side enough so it still blocked the sun but he could somewhat see what was going on, not that that was really the brightest idea right now given without visual he could already feel his body practically racing to finish from what Roy was doing.

"Yeah," His voice was husky, his breathing labored. "Oh, I know," Another moan before he continued in a foreign language -- presumably because he knew Roy wouldn't know what he was saying. Ed wasn't as bold anymore, without the alcohol. "I would've had you last night," it was followed by a few expletives. "Augh, fuck, I'm--" Going to cum, but Ed suddenly lost his voice as the orgasm washed over him much quicker than he'd expected, and much harder. One hand automatically buried into the hair of the other as he groaned and arched his back while pleasure took over his body. His hand loosened in Roy's hair and Ed fell limp to the bed with a quiet whimper.

There was a few seconds of silence before Ed spoke again, his voice quiet -- presumably still because of his hangover. "Lets just tsay in bed for a bit..." His eyes were half shut as he watched the other, not wanting to get up and not wanting the other to leave either.

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The foreign language hit Roy hard. Each word sent tingles through his body and made him harder with each word. He didn’t stop though until he felt Ed’s balls tighten. He didn’t need to know Xingese to know the other was about to ejaculate. He prepared himself and swallowed the salty treat in his mouth. More soft suction until Ed’s dick slipped out. A lick to his lips as his dark eyes took in the sight.

His erection pulsed seeing the flush on the blonde’s cheeks and his wanton position on the bed. He kissed at the abs near his lips, moving up the others body. He chuckled hearing that Ed wanted to just stay in bed. He stopped at Ed’s neck, sucking a bigger mark there. “You should eat and shower.”

Roy continued to nibble on the others neck, one hand reaching down to adjust his pants on his erection.

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Ed was silent for a few moments after he spoke, catching his breath. Slowly, he began to shift, straightening his body out on the bed as Roy nibbled on his neck. "Yeah, yeah," He mumbled, "I will... in a bit, but..." He caught another whiff of Roys scent on the pillow as he shifted, trailing off a little with a soft exhale as his eyes closed.

"But my head hurts, so..." One eye cracked just slightly to watch the expression of the other. Stay, god fucking damnit. Ed wasn't going to say it, apparently, just continue being suggestive about it. Including by slipping one arm around the man's waist, the automail leg slipping over one of Roys legs. Without another word, Ed shuffled closer.

Roy snorted at Ed’s words. He should have known not to give the other that many drinks. He was getting ready to stand up again when Ed’s arm wrapped around his waist. He chuckled and settled back down against the bed. He groaned feeling the heavy auto mail leg press against his erection. He willed it to go away as they cuddled close on his bed.

It was different but nice at the same time. He slid an arm under Ed’s shoulders to pull the other closer against him. He let out a heavy breath against the blonde hair near his cheek. Another sigh and he was closing his eyes to go back to sleep.

"Mm, Victory.." Ed mumbled, teasingly when Roy settled back down into the bed with him. He shuffled closer against the Generals side, taking a deep breath as he inhaled the other's scent. It didn't take long for Ed to drift back off to sleep, between the hangover and the orgasm.

Ed didn't move too much in his sleep, but when he did, it usually resulted in positions that looked very much less than comfortable. A couple of hours later, Ed had at some point shuffled to be mostly on top of Roy, his hips between the other's legs, cheek smushed up against Roy's lower chest, causing Ed to drool just slightly. His flesh leg was bent, ankle tucked under the flesh thigh of his other leg, which was dangling off the bottom of the bed. One arm was stretched out, the other stretched up Roys side to lay limply close to his shoulder. The ponytail he sported had now slid out 2/3 of his hair, leaving it to fall into his face.

Roy’s body is what woke him up. He was sore and stiff from not moving at all during their little nap. He groaned softly and moved his neck from side to side in an attempt to loosen those muscles. He looked down to take in the others position and couldn’t help the smile that came over his face. He brought a hand up to run it through the hair that had escaped the ponytail. The blonde tresses were just as soft as he imagined, the strands just slipping through his fingers. He wanted to see all of Ed’s hair down.

Fingers took hold of the elastic and pulled till the rest of the silky blonde hair came out. In an attempt to keep Ed from putting his hair back up, the older man threw the elastic somewhere in his room where he hoped Ed wouldn’t find it.

Both of his calloused hands found themselves buried into Ed’s hair, tilting his head back so that Roy could press a heated kiss against his lips. He had no intentions of anything happening past the kiss, but he figured it would be a great way to wake up.

He stirred slightly while Roy undid his hair, not waking yet though he did mumble something in his sleep. He pulled back the stretched arm while Roy ran his hand through his hair, sighing softly. Only when Roy put his head up did his eyes finally open, but not in time to register anything before Roy had his lips pressed against his. With the hangover is gone, Ed was more animated -- his eyes flew open as the earlier morning activities flashed to the front of his mind. His face heated up in a bright blush, pulling away slightly as he propped himself up.

"G..good morning," He managed to spit out.

Roy couldn’t stop his smirk when he saw Ed’s blush. Ahhh all of the alcohol was out of his system and now his hangover was gone as well. “Good morning,” he purred, pressing closer for another kiss. He pulled away though after a few minutes and groaned as he stood up. Yeah, his body sure hated him right that second. He stretched, joints all seeming to pop at the same time. “You should shower. I’ll make break—“ he trailed off after looking at the clock quickly.

“Never mind, make that lunch.” He threw a grin over his shoulder and left the room to cook them food. He could always take his own shower after the blonde. Some fried sandwiches with steak and eggs were made while the blonde showered. By the time he came downstairs, the table was made along with some warm tea.

Ed couldn't help his automatic response to slightly lean into the second kiss before Roy got up. He stared at the other, almost in disbelief that this was really happening. Had happened. He shifted to sit back, looking up at Roy. A shower sounded like a good idea. He rubbed his face, brushing his bangs out of his eyes. "Y-yeah, Shower..." He trailed off mumbling before looking up to watch Roy leave, eyes trailing down over the man's body. Yeah, a shower.

The last of the hangover was washed away in the shower. Ed frowned into the mirror as he dried off his hair with a towel. He felt a twinge of annoyance -- he couldn't find the hair tie he'd been wearing, so he was left to leave it down. He tossed the towel to the side, running his hands through his hair to detangle it before turning around to find his clothes before heading downstairs.

He walked into the kitchen, his nose leading the way as he did up the last button on his blouse shirt. His eyes scanned over the table, glancing at Roy before looking back at the table. "You didn't need to do this."

Roy just waved a hand in the air as he sat down behind a plate. “It’s nothing.” He replied as he motioned for Ed to take the seat in front of him. He started to dig into the food as he stomach let out a loud sound. He took the time to take in Ed’s post-shower look. His body clenched seeing the wet, blonde locks down and around Ed’s shoulders. Ed looked good with his hair up, but Roy definitely liked seeing his hair down.

He stood up to take his plate to the sink. He finished off his tea and dropped it in there too. “Don’t worry about the dishes. I’ll wash them in a little bit. I need a shower now.” He smirked at the other and walked past him. His hands couldn’t help but touch the other’s shoulders as he passed by.

His shower wasn’t long, an attempt to not touch himself in the shower like a teenager. He rubbed a towel against his dark hair as he looked for clothes. He’d completely forgotten that he had done laundry and didn’t bring them upstairs. He sighed and wrapped the towel around his waist as he walked downstairs. He didn’t even look at the blonde as he slowly walked in to go to the laundry room. He grabbed some clothes and walked back out.

He sat down to eat without any hesitation, his dehydrate body suddenly reminding him of his depleted resources from the night of drinking. His drink was gone before he even finished half his sandwich. The touch on his shoulder sent shivers down his spine, and Ed tried to say okay through a mouth of fried egg sandwich but it just came out as an illegible grumble.

He enjoyed the rest of the meal while the other was gone, slowing down once he was almost done, starting to take in the decor of the other kitchen. It was very plain, no doubt because he couldn't imagine Roy spent much time at home. And yet, apparently still never brought women home... Just Ed. He snerked a bit at the thought, even though he did like it.

Golden eyes looked up at the doorway when he heard Roy begin to come down the stairs, and then pass by to disappear through a door and return moments later. There was no hiding that he was staring, and Ed didn't seem to be making any sort of effort to hide that-- or didn't realize how obvious he was. A voice in his head was prodding him, instigating him to get up and do something -- he had Roy half-naked here, now, and the opportunity may never happen again. Hell, Ed didn't even know what this man wanted, but what he could have, while he could have it, he would take. Go! He couldn't help the twinge of annoying though that if Ling were here, he would be verbally egging him on, and it wouldn't be just Ed in his own head.

Roy had only made it one step passed the table on his return upstairs before Ed was on his feet. With swift and quick movement displayed in their fight yesterday, Ed had Roy's hips pressed against the counter with his own, his hands pressing Roy's wrists into the counter as Edward crushed their lips together.

Roy was definitely surprised. He made a sound as he was shoved against the counter. His eyebrows even came up until his brain caught up to what Ed was doing. His hands ripped themselves from the other’s hands so that he could bury them into the blonde hair. He sighed and kissed back, turning his head to deepen the kiss.

He never figured that Ed would do something like this without alcohol. It made him feel good though knowing he did. He pressed his tongue between Ed’s soft lips, tangling both of their tongues together in a slow dance. Showing off again, wanting the blonde to melt against him.

And Ed did exactly that, once Roy pulled away from his hands Ed immediately wrapped his once-automail hand around the base of Roy's neck, tangling fingers in his hair. Something so simple, yet felt so amazing to Ed -- everything always felt better with that hand, somehow.

He pushed back into the kiss as the other arm wrapped around his waist. A soft moan escaped his lips as he pushed his hips against Roys, holding him against the counter as he practically melted.

Roy couldn’t stop the moan when he felt Ed just melt against him. His own hips responded with a grind, his body already reacting to the touch. He finally pulled away so they could breathe, nosing at the blonde’s neck. He didn’t say anything at all, just opening his mouth to start making more marks on the soft skin. Hands tightened on the tresses to tug slightly. God, all he wanted to do was throw the younger one over the dining table and have his way.

He couldn’t do that though. He needed to let Ed come to him. His hands released the hold he had on the other’s hair, dragging his nails down Ed’s skull and neck. They stopped at the back of the younger one’s thighs, gripping there as he lifted the other up.

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