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The Stepping Stone	By : Chikara Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > General Views: 4001 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1: The Saga of the Half-Eaten Chocolates

Roy Mustang got a certain unspeakable satisfaction from the simple knowledge that if he kept a list of every girl who sent him gifts and candies regularly, it would reach from his head to his toes. Monica, Laura, Jewel, Amanda, Rosemary, Janet, Krissy...he'd even get some men on the list, too; including a fiery, rather young man named Jacob, and a serious but sappy one named Mike. They were all different, all obsessed, all truthful in their silly love poems and declarations of loyality, and, to be honest, all so desperate to get their hands on him that Roy often toyed with the idea of dating one just to see the other's reactions. But he often ignored them, never replying to the letters, signed or not, keeping his calm save a nod or smile in their direction if they passed one another on the street. If Roy was still singal, perhaps he really would have sat down and debated on which one was worthy of a good dinner-and-dance date, complete with flowers and candy. But now that he had Edward Elric under his skin, the idea was laughable.

Edward was a good lover, a sweet kid when all the snide comments and rude remarks were set aside, and, to be completely honest, one of the best fucks he had indulged himself in for years. He knew that Ed wasn't even trying, too, and somehow that made it even more satisfying...all he did was lay on his stomach and snap orders and threats, every now and then muttering something along the lines of that's it, that's right or don't be so hard, Shit-Colonel until Roy couldn't help but let his mind sneak off into the vast posibilities of how much better sex would be with a boy like Edward if he actually made himself appealing.

There were a number of kinky things he could do, a thousand different outfits he could wear; there was foreplay - oh, the possibilites of foreplay! - but Edward did nothing, wanted nothing, and would accept nothing. All he would allow was a clean, simple screw, and God have pity of Roy Mustang's damned soul if he even so much as suggested anything else.

But it was inevitable to think how much better it would be if he had allowed just a little bit of anything - just a bit of leather or the weakest, most pathetic fetish his mind could concoct...

And then, without even thinking, Roy left out a half-finished box of chocolates on the dresser across from their bed.

It had taken a half hour for Ed to notice it - said blonde was currently sprawled across the bed, hair sticky and matted to his skull, breathing slowing to even, calm breaths in sharp contrast to the way he had panted just a fe minutes ago. Roy, however, lay curled up beside him, exhausted and - for the most part - unsatisfied, doing the one thing he always did after sex with Edward Elric: daydreaming.

And then Ed sat up like he had been prodded with a hot iron and Roy raised his head, curious, waiting for a comment. Golden eyes narrowed, little mouth turning into a grim slash; a mixture of hatred and curiosity, and he turned sharply to Roy and hissed; "What is that?!"

Roy followed Ed's accusing finger toward the little, heart-shaped box of Hershey's on his dresser.

"It's chocolate." he said simply, and odd sense of bewilderment sinking into his bones. "Surely you've had chocolate before, Fullmetal."

"That's not what I ment." Ed snapped, and the tone of his voice was deadly and heavy and...perfectly promising, Roy couldn't help but think. If he didn't know better, he'd say the boy was jealous. "I'm asking where you got them, Shit-Colonel."

"Hmm..." Roy mused teasingly, "I think it was Katie, though it could have been Robert or Michele or - "

"WHAT?"

Roy blinked doubtfully. "Admirers, Ed. Surely you've heard of them before?"

"You're not cheating on me, are you?"

"Wouldn't dream of it." he said, settling back into the bedsheets and managing to give Edward a charitable pinch on the rear. It seemed, however, to kindle his anger rather than help calm him.

"It's half eaten, you bastard."

"Well, it's free sweets." Roy said innocently. "Would you rather I threw them out? Sell them? ...give them to you?" he raised an eyebrow delicately. "You're still in the eat-everything-you-see-with-sugar-contained phase, right?"

"Did you answer back?" Ed pressed loudly, ignoring Roy's comments regardless of the hard, pink flush that dusted his cheeks.

"Nah. She knows I got it."

Edward threw himself back down on the bed, sighing loudly in a way that seemed to demand his lover's embellishment or attention. His eyes were no longer narrowed so accusingly, but his lips were still pulled into that thin, unhappy lined. Unsatisfied was the only word that could really describe him on a whole, and once said word crept into the Colonel's mind, he couldn't help but grin. Edward Elric had left him unsatisfied in sex because of whimpy, pointless fear of the man's fetishs for years. Now, it was his turn to feel a little want.

They laid that way for half an hour until Roy started to feel guilty.

Following that came anger - what should YOU be guilty for, he's the one constantly teasing you! - and after that, hope - maybe he'll understand now and compromise a little... and shortly following that, pure smug satisfaction. His next thought, however, he said aloud: "I can't help my popularity, Fullmetal. If I'm wanted, I'm wanted. Don't feel bad just because no one in their right mind would want you."

Edward sprang up off the bed, face red from dawning rage. "You want me, jackass! So does that make you out of your mind?"

Roy sat silently beside him for a moment, spared a little grin, and teased; "Okay, Edward. You win."

Edward's face softened hopefully, but Roy waved vaugely at the chocolates in response. "You can have them."

"I DON'T WANT THEM!" he roared.

Roy sat up quickly, his mind not registering the fact that Edward was up and getting dressed until he was halfway out the door. "Where are you going?"

"Back to my apartment." he hissed curtly.

"W-why?!"

"Yes, why?" Ed said sharply in retort. "Why should I decide not to put up with my new lover's bullshit?"

"I'm not bullshitting you!" Roy roared, feeling anger swell and seize his stomach painfully. "You're just too damn sensitive!"

"'Undesireable'," Edward muttered harshly, "Talking as if you pity me..."

He paused shortly, at a loss for words, and slammed the door. Roy heard his stomps trailing down the stairs and out the back door so clearly that he could have sworn every window in the house had been left wide open.

There was nothing to beat himself up about, nothing else to say, nothing to do but get up, pick a few choice chocolates up out of the heart-shaped box, and lay back down, sucking on each one until it melted in his mouth like butter.
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