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You Belong to Me	By : squallstorm Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9883 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 13
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- 15
Disclaimer:
I don't own Sabrina or Fullmetal Alchemist.

ZaKai,
you had to look at this, like, three times, and I know you hate to do
that. So THANK YOU for your patience, and guidance! -hugs-

Chapter
13

The soothing rocking
motion that Edward had been enjoying for the last three hours, became
more jarring for some reason. When consciousness was something he
could no longer ignore, he slowly opened his eyes to see Roy leaning
over him. A little too close, as all he could see were Roy's lips.
Edward blinked in confusion and leaned his head into the back of the
seat in an effort to create a sense of space between his face and
Roy's.

“Edward,
we've landed,” Roy said, letting his hand drop from the blond's
shoulder. After a brief moment where he hovered over him, Roy stood,
putting his free hand into his pant pocket.

“We
have?” he asked in confusion. Edward wiped at his eyes, and
sat upright in his seat only to pull up short as his lap belt pull
tight across his lower stomach. Shortly after takeoff he'd been
lulled by the sounds of the plane's engines. After fighting sleep
for half an hour, Roy had assured him that it was okay to sleep,
since he had work to do.

“Yeah.
Come on, the car is waiting,” said Roy, beckoning him with a
wave of his hand, and lifting his briefcase from his seat.

Blinking, Edward looked
down at his lap, released his seatbelt, and snatched up his bag from
the couch as he stood. Following behind Roy out the plane, he looked
up to see a white limousine parked along side the plane. The
chauffeur was standing by the rear of the car, holding the door open
for them to enter the vehicle. When Roy motioned for him to go
first, Edward nodded at the chauffeur, and climbed across the back
seat to sit on the far side.

“You
sure like to live it up, don't you?” Edward said, looking
around the interior of the nicely furnished car.

Roy grunted, and placed
his briefcase on the seat between them. “I try to make
economical choices whenever possible.”

“Yeah,
but you're still living large. Look at this; the plane, the car, the
hotel we're going to...” Edward said as he gestured out the
window at the small jet. “Even the way you treated Maria in
there; I mean, you radiate 'rich guy' all over the place.”

Roy quirked an eyebrow
at what Edward pointed out, and then shrugged. “I don't know
what you mean, I treat Maria very well,” Roy said as the car
pulled away from the plane, heading towards the edge of the airport.
Roy looked across the back seat at Edward.

“You
really don't see it, do you?” Edward shook his head. “You
do the same to me; like I'm beneath you, and your notice.”

“I
do not,” Roy contradicted him, frowning in bewilderment.

Edward pressed his lips
and looked out the window as the limo pulled onto the highway. He
hadn't wanted to start an argument, but it just sorta happened. He
must still be a little tired to be saying this after Roy was so nice
to offer him a free plane ride and hotel. Since Roy was being nice
to him, he would let his comments pass for now; though he did want to
educate Roy on his behavior at some point. Maybe when he was back in
New York and he didn't have a chance to be stranded in L.A.

The rest of the ride to
the hotel was quiet. Both of them were staring out their respective
windows, taking in the bright sunny freeways and the approaching
downtown. The limo slipped easily through traffic pulling up in
front of the hotel in time for lunch—or early supper, New York
time.

Edward
stepped out of the limo and raised his arms over his head for a nice
long stretch. His body creaked and popped as it protested the
movement, causing him to groan. He had to loosen up before the
tournament—which was just a couple of days away—or else
it would hurt him in the end. Turning to look up at the hotel's
facade, Edward had to admit to himself that the place was really
nice, and this
place was sure to have whirlpool tubs. That would go a long way to
helping him relax.

His eyes fell down to
watch Roy as he exited the car on the other side, thanking the
chauffeur that was holding the car door open. Roy's black hair shone
brilliantly in the sun, turning almost blue it was so dark, and the
sunlight only seemed to highlight that fact. Why hadn't he ever
noticed that before? He frowned slightly at himself. What else
hadn't he noticed about Roy? The chauffeur walked around the back of
the car and spoke softly to Edward, breaking the moment. With a nod
of thanks to the chauffeur, Edward bent down and picked up his small
luggage, and then walked around the back of the car to stand beside
Roy.

Looking up into Roy's
face, Edward said with a smirk, “Lead the way. You're paying
after all.” Roy grunted and walked up the steps to the front
door with Edward a few paces behind. The doorman held the door open
with a bow, and welcomed them to the Beverly Hills Hotel. While Roy
barely acknowledged him, Edward nodded at him with a smile.

Roy headed over to the
check-in desk, and picked up the room card. He waved off the bell
hop, and then led the way to the elevator. He pushed the button, and
then turned back as Edward came up beside him. “So, can I take
you out to dinner—or rather lunch? Or do you have to do
something for this tournament?” Roy asked.

“No,
I don't have anything today. But do you think the room will have a
whirlpool tub? I'm starting to seize up,” replied Edward,
reaching up to rub at his tightening shoulders. It was times like
these that he really missed Russell's back massages. But that was
what happened when you broke off with someone, you lost the good bits
of the relationship. At least they were still friends.

“Of
course. After your soak we can head out. I'm feeling a little tired
from the flight myself,” said Roy with a small nod of his head
at him.

“Heh,
sure. It's a date,” said Edward, smiling. Then it hit him.
Oh, my God! What had he just said? Why
had he said that? He didn't want to date Roy!
He looked side long at Roy to see if he'd taken offense to his
comment. Roy raised his eyebrows, and regarded him from the corner
of his eyes. Slowly a smirk grew on Roy's face until he was grinning
suggestively at him. Edward blushed hard. “Er—I
mean—well...” stammered Edward, trying to cover what
couldn't be covered.

Fuck!
And Roy was gay too. Would he take it the wrong way? He was not
coming onto Roy! That was for sure, but maybe Roy wouldn't know the
difference, and get the wrong idea. How could he handle that?
Russell was so easy to be around when they were together, but
Roy...and dating...ugh, it made his stomach heave unpleasantly.

Where
was the elevator? Why was the elevator taking so long? It's not
like there were that
many floors to the place! The elevator should have been here
already. Maybe he should press the button again. It was lit, but
maybe Roy didn't press it hard enough. One could never be too sure
about these things.

“Why
so nervous?” Roy wondered, seeming to thoroughly enjoying the
splash of pink spreading over his cheeks. “A date is a date
after all. I'll pick you up at two,” said Roy, his voice
dropping suggestively.

“Er—I
mean, well...it's not like it sounded. I mean, I'm sure you're a
nice guy and all...er...sometimes, but...” Edward trailed off,
and then mumbled, “I...well...I did date a guy in Pairs,
but...” Edward frowned. “I didn't mean to suggest that
I wanted a date with you.”
Edward looked over in time to see a flash of annoyance...? Maybe,
even a bit of hurt slip across Roy's face, making Edward hurry to say
something more. “It's just that it...came out...sorta wrong.
I'm sure that you're a very nice date...to other people...just not
me—I mean, I'm not your date!”

Edward looked at the
elevator doors, praying with all his might that they would open and
save him from the grave he was digging himself. Fucking dammit! Why
was he rambling like this? He felt like he was about to walk into an
exam he hadn't studied for. He reached up and pulled his braid over
his shoulder, and resisted the urge to pull his hair apart and hide.

“Er—never
mind.” Edward shook his head more at himself then anything.
The doors finally slid apart and Roy motioned him forward. Stepping
across the threshold, Edward turned and watched Roy enter behind him.
His eyes were instantly drawn down to Roy's slightly smirking lips.
He knew he was staring, but he couldn't help himself. Those lips
were... He fumbled his bag and it slipped, falling to the floor.
Blushing much harder now, Edward quickly bent over to scoop it back
up, and made sure to not finish that thought.

They were silent as they
ascended the three floors, but Edward fidgeted on the other side of
the elevator and kept sneaking glances at Roy. He could swear that
Roy was watching him from the corner of his eyes, but with his cell
phone in hand he could just as easily be looking at that as he
pressed the buttons. What was he doing? Sending a text to someone?
The doors pulled apart and Roy snapped his phone closed, leading the
way to the room where Roy used his key card on their door.

Roy pushed the door wide
and allowed Edward to enter first. Stepping across the threshold,
and passing too close to Roy in the process, Edward came to a halt in
awe of his surroundings. Completely accustomed to the finer things
of life from his exposure to the Mustang household, he would have
thought that the opulence before him wouldn't make a dent.

He was wrong.

The generous sized
living room with its fireplace and plasma TV mounted above it, the
small eating nook by the patio deck, and the room beyond; all
tastefully decorated with a soothing color palate. There were even
fresh lilies mixed with tall green leaves in a lead-crystal vase on
the table in the eating nook, and today's paper—several
different editions—were lying on the foyer entrance table.

Edward
frowned. Wait a minute... He looked at the other end of the room,
but there wasn't a door there at all, except for the bathroom. He
turned his glare back to the open door on the opposite side of the
room. He could see the four poster bed quite clearly from his
position in the foyer of the suite. The door swung closed as he
scratched his cheek in puzzlement. Frowning, he walked towards the
room and peeked inside. There was only one
bedroom.

He pushed off the door
frame and turned around. Roy had picked up one of the papers and was
scanning the front page, then looked up at him. “It's pretty
nice, eh?” remarked Roy as he placed his case on the floor, and
nodded in approval at the room. He folded the paper in half and
smiled at him.

“Yeah,
but...ah...don't you notice something odd?” asked Edward
looking across the room at Roy.

Roy pressed his lips,
frowned slightly, and surveyed the room. “No. Do you?”
he wondered, quirking an eyebrow at Edward.

“Yeah!”
said Edward sardonically. He stepped back towards the room and waved
his arm at it before turned to glare at Roy. “One bedroom!”
He let his bag thump down to the floor and cross his hands over his
chest.

“What?”
said Roy curiously. He looked around the suite again. With a frown
Roy crossed over to the open door of the bedroom and checked inside.
Edward watched as Roy searched, feeling a little bit wary that maybe
he'd planned it this way. Maybe he really had wanted a date...?
Turning back to the living room, Roy pulled out his cell, and pressed
a quick series of buttons before holding the phone up to his ear.

“Alex,
when you booked the room... Yeah, two of us though...” said
Roy, frowning at the floor. He leaned into the door frame.

Edward watched
expectantly as Roy spoke into his phone. His eyes once again drifted
down to Roy's mouth. He loved to watch the flash of his straight
white teeth as spoke, the way his tongue flicked inside his mouth and
against his teeth. Thrusting his hands deep into his pockets, Edward
allowed himself the opportunity to study Roy a bit closer then he had
ever before.

“I'm
just saying...” said Roy, shifted to rest more of his weight
into the door frame.

Roy had wide shoulders
that filled out his dress shirt nicely. Edward could even tell that
he must work out somewhat, as Roy's arms seemed to be sculpted. His
neatly tucked-in shirt accentuated his trim and tapered waist line.
The dark expensive looking slacks seemed to make Roy's already tall
body more slim and elongated. Now that he thought about it, Roy was
really quite handsome...

Wait—what?
What the hell did he just think? Did he 'love' to watch Roy's
mouth? When had that happened? Had he just admired
Roy's body too? What was wrong with him? And Roy was handsome! No,
he wasn't! Roy was the farthest thing from handsome! Roy was ugly!
He sure as fuck didn't like Roy!
It's
Winry! Winry's the one I like!
he thought desperately.

“Alright,
call me back when you know.” Roy flipped his phone closed, and
replaced it in pants pocket. “Sorry. It seems that when I
said I wanted a suite, Alex forgot that you were coming with me.
He's going to sort it out in a second and call me back. Did you want
anything to drink?” asked Roy, moving towards the small fridge.

“No,
thanks,” replied Edward, trying to get himself under control.
He let his gaze drop to the floor before him so he didn't have to
look at Roy. “How come you just don't call down yourself?”
wondered Edward, moving over towards the couch. Just don't assume
the worse. Roy wasn't going to go to all this trouble just to trick
him. It was a mistake, just like he said. Roy hadn't planned for
this; he seemed just as shocked as he was when he pointed out the
missing bedroom.

“It's
his mistake; he's got to fix it.” Roy pulled out a chilled
bottle of water from the bar fridge and broke the seal on the cap.

Edward snorted and
rolled his eyes. There he goes again, treating people like they're
below him. Latching on to his annoyance of Roy's behavior help him
to put aside his...—please, don't think about it!—strange
thoughts about Roy's appearance, and Roy's conniving mind. Flopping
down sideways atop the small couch, he rested his head on the back
and closed his eyes with a sigh.

Edward
could hear Roy's soft footsteps along the carpet, but resisted his
instinct to open his eyes right away. He wanted to see if Roy would
say anything; maybe show him somehow that he'd planned all this. But
all he heard was water sloshing around the plastic bottle. Edward
cracked his eyes watched Roy critically. “How come I've never
seen you with anyone before?” wondered Edward, shifting along
the couch to sit near
the arm.

“Ah,
that's right, you're a 'watcher' aren't you?” said Roy, looking
down his nose at the young man on the couch. Edward pressed his
lips, but said nothing. It wasn't as though he had been discrete in
his obsession, but still. It was embarrassing enough without Roy
pointing it out to him.

“I'm
not with anyone right now, so you're free to make a move on me if you
like,” joked Roy with a smirk. He let his gaze travel over
Edward's face and up to his hair and then down to the small divot at
the base of the neck.

“What!”
yelled Edward, sitting up straight in shock, and feeling frazzled
under Roy's scrutiny.

“Relax,
it's just a joke,” said Roy, chuckling. He lifted the bottle
back up to his mouth and drank. Edward watched him, and somehow even
though Roy had a mouth full of water, he seemed awfully happy.

“Ugh!
Anyway, since we're getting another room, I'm going to have my soak
now. I'm totally stiff,” said Edward, changing the subject.
He arched his back to ease the tightening there.

“Are
you now?” wondered Roy with a widening smirk. Edward looked
over at Roy to see him running his gaze down his body. Headed for
his...crotch!

“Hey!
Not like that, bastard,” squeaked Edward jumping to his feet
before Roy could look too far down. Roy chuckled softly at him, and
turned to sit on the ottoman. With a disgruntled snort, Edward
crossed the room and scooped up his bag to take with him into the
bedroom. Before closing the door, he turned around to glare at Roy
who was still watching him intently. Huffing loudly, he slammed the
door.

Dammit!
Leaning back into the door, Edward stared around the tastefully
decorated room, and then at his feet. He wasn't going to think about
Roy...he was going to concentrate on his tournament! Pushing off the
door, he crossed over to the bathroom, and closed that door behind
him as well. With a flick of the wrist, he locked the door. He was
going to have a nice long soak to ease his muscles, and then...he
wasn't going to think about Roy, or how little he knew about the man,
or even that he had really nice lips. No, definitely not
going to do that. Not at all!

- - - -

Roy closed his eyes in
mirth at Edward's hasty retreat and smiled at the floor. Ah, even if
this was his duty, it seemed like he was going to have a bit of fun
with it. He chuckled at the memory of the look on Edward's face when
he had started to ogle Edward's body, and then his smile slipped.
Edward was really quite different, but still very much the same. His
face was so expressive and fluid, and the way he blushed at his
innuendo made him very pleased. It meant that his plan had a chance.
He found himself wanting to provoke him, just so he could see that
face move with the expressions of his. It made Roy want to chase
after him all over again, as if he were a small boy again. His smile
disappeared completely and he frowned at the floor.

He had heard Edward's
mumbled comment in the elevator about having dated a man before,
although he was sure that he wasn't meant to. What sort of man would
make Edward, in love with his sister, want to date someone of the
same sex? He seemed to care for Winry on some level at least, so did
Edward prefer men...or women? It had been a long shot for him to
deal with Edward in this manner, rather then just shipping him off
with a large check, but he...felt compelled to handle it in this way,
mimicking his sister this once...

Never one to analyze his
actions, Roy began to second guess his course of action. Edward had
jumped to conclusions about his sexuality, but he hadn't been wrong.
He was gay, and had hidden it from everyone. He believed that his
act was air tight, since most of the women at any function he ever
went too would be all over him with the intent of trying to arrange a
meeting for a tryst. He'd never accept, but handled it in such a way
that his sexually never came into question.

The phone within his
pocket suddenly began to ring. Shifting his weight to one side, Roy
dug into his pocket and flipped open the phone.

“Mustang...
Really, and why is that?... Are you sure?... Okay, thanks.”
Roy snapped the phone closed, and pressed his lips in thought. This
could either work out really well...or blow up in his face. He was
willing to take that chance. It was his job after all. Taking
chances and reading people was what he did daily, and made he
millions for his efforts. Roy could hear water as it splashed into
the tub. Well, it looked like he had a while before he had to break
the news, not that it bothered him any, but he could see Edward not
liking it too much.

Putting his empty water
bottle on the glass coffee table, Roy stood and walked over to his
bag. Picking it up, he padded across the room to the bedroom, and
without any hesitation for whatever state of undress Edward may be
in, he opened the door. Roy's gaze swept around the room, he grunted
to himself. No Edward in sight; he was already in the bathroom.
Placing his bag at the foot of the bed, he crawled over the king
sized bed and laid down on his back, making himself comfortable for
his nap.

He may have always liked
Edward from when they were younger, but he was sure that once his
plan came to fruition, Edward would no longer want anything to do
with him. If it was done to him, he'd react the same. He was
prepared for whatever Edward would say to him at that time. It
really was going to be bastardly thing for him to do, and to his
chauffeur's kid no less.

They had grown up along
side on another, and even though Edward had always run away from him,
Roy didn't hold it against him. For whatever reason, Edward had been
scared of him as a young child, but that was in the past now. For a
little while, Roy could interact with Edward as adults, and enjoy his
company. For a few more days...he could pretend.

- - - -

Ah,
the water was nice. It was doing wonders for his tense muscles and
slightly frazzled nerves. Sinking lower into the steaming hot water,
Edward let out a soft sigh of relaxation. Tomorrow he had to head
over to where the guys were staying for one last chance to practice.
He wondered if Roy was really going to tag along for that or not. He
kinda hoped that he wouldn't. He didn't need the distraction of his
presence, and Roy was
distracting. He found himself wondering what motivated Roy to do
half of the things he did. No, no, stop it! Not supposed to think
of that bastard.

He
sighed, and sunk lower. How
long have I been in here, already?
wondered Edward. He idly placed his elbow on the edge of the marble
tub and watched as the water dripped off his wrinkled fingertips back
into the tub. Roy most likely has the room all sorted out by now,
and he was starting to get hungry. Maybe it was time to get out of
here and hunt down that lunch Roy had offered.

Feeling totally relaxed
and much like a prune, Edward shifted forward and pulled the plug to
drain the water. His wet hair clung uncomfortably to his back and
face, and he pushed it off his face. Stepping from the tub to the
small plush mat, he snatched up a towel and briskly wiped himself
down before attacking his hair vigorously.

Padding over to his bag,
he pulled out a fresh pair of boxers and slipped them on. Fishing
his comb from his bag, he began to tame his wet, tangled mass of hair
in order to braid it. Once he was done with his hair he ran a hand
over his chin, Edward noted in amusement that he didn't have to
shave. He rarely had to shave more then twice a week. He supposed
he should be happy about that as he didn't like to shave that much
anyway, but his father had a nice beard. Maybe someday...

Pulling the pants from
earlier back on, he walked over to the door and flicked the lock
open. Gripping the handle with his left hand, Ed pulled the door
open and stopped dead. Roy was sprawled over the bed with his dark
bangs falling into his sleep relaxed face. Did he fall asleep
waiting for him to get out of the bathroom? There was another
bathroom in the living room, he could have just used... Oh, that's
right, Roy had said he was tired too.

Edward sighed with
indecision. Should he wake him up? But he didn't want to crawl over
the large bed and do that. Maybe... He turned around and pulled the
hotel's blow dryer off its stand and plugged it into the plug near
the counter. Undoing his braid, he turned the blow dryer on and
began to work his fingers through. It wasn't the best way to wake
someone, but he wasn't going to go near him when he was like that.

After a few minutes
Edward saw Roy in the mirror, standing in the bathroom door, looking
bleary eyed and tired. Without turning, he nodded at Roy in
greeting. Roy just pressed his lips and left. Shrugging his
shoulders, Edward continued to wave the blow dryer over his hair
until it was mostly dry and re-braided it.

“Are
you almost ready?” called Roy as the dryer was turned off.

“Yeah.”
Edward quickly pulled on his under shirt.

“Good,
cause I'm starving,” said Roy loud enough for Edward to hear.
“I have tickets to a play here, but before that we'll have
dinner at the Marriott.”

Coming out of the
bedroom, Edward swung his button down shirt around and worked his
arms down the sleeves. “Well, I was thinking...”

- - - -

“Ah,
man, I used to eat at this little Japanese restaurant all the time in
Paris. It drove Russell nuts,” Edward said, before popping a
morsel of sushi in his mouth with his chopsticks. “That and
this deli, those were the only places I wanted to eat at.”

“It's
good, I'll give you that,” conceded Roy. He growled softly at
his inability to make his sticks work like Edward's, but he was not
going to ask for a fork like Edward kept insisting he ought to do.
“When I can eat any of it that is,” chuckled Roy,
dropping his gyoza back onto the plate for the fifth time. “The
hell with this.” Roy placed his sticks on the napkin and
picked up the dumpling with his fingers, dipped it in some sauce and
popped it in his mouth.

“Ha
ha, I think that's the only time I ever heard you swear,”
chuckled Edward. He covered his mouth with his hand and laughed out
loud.

“I
bet there's a lot you don't know about me, Edward,” said Roy
thoughtfully.

That sobered Edward from
his mirth and he looked down at his plate. Yeah. He really didn't
know much about Roy at all. They practically grew up together and he
was, for all intents and purposes, a stranger. He had been enjoying
himself so far, and Roy wasn't being scary. Now he wondered why he
had thought he was scary at all as a child.

“So,
tell me about Paris. What did you like the best?” asked Roy
into the somber silence, and then looked down at his almost full
plate. His stomach gave an angry growl. “But before that, how
the hell do you work these damn sticks?”

Smiling, Edward lifted
his own pair and showed Roy his hand. “Okay...well put the
bottom one down in the fold of your thumb—that one doesn't
move. It's the other one that does all the work.” He
demonstrated this by moving only the top chopstick and then picking
up a gyoza for himself.

Roy pressed his lips in
annoyance at how easy Edward was making it look. His sticks had to
be defective. “How come mine aren't doing what yours are?”
wondered Roy, frowning at the blond across from him.

Chuckling and shaking
his head, Edward crawled across the woven grass mats and took a seat
at the table near Roy's right. “Well—here. You got to
go like this,” instructed Edward, holding onto Roy's larger
hand and positioning the chopsticks as he had instructed. He tried
to work as fast as possible because he could feel his cheeks start to
heat up and he didn't want to blush now. After he fixed Roy's
chopsticks, he quickly put his elbows on the table in front of him
and motioned Roy to try it out.

Shooting a dubious
glance at Edward, Roy looked over the plates of food on the table,
wondering what he should choose, and decided on a tempura dipped bean
sprout. His sticks slowly approached the bean and with a little
nudging he got them to open up. He grinned when he was successful in
getting the bean across the table and up to his mouth.

“See?”
Edward smirked in triumph. Roy just snorted at him. Edward pushed
himself away from the table in order to resume his place opposite
Roy, but was stopped by a warm hand on his forearm. He turned a
questioning glance at the man seated beside him.

“I
don't feel as though I'm shouting if you sit here,” said Roy
softly.

“Oh,
okay,” said Edward, feeling nervous to be sitting so close, but
unable to think of anyway to refuse when Roy had asked so nicely.
Reaching across the table, he pulled his chopsticks and plate to put
in front of him. “Remember, the top one moves,” he said
brandishing his own sticks at Roy in order to hide his anxiety.

“Right.”
Roy smiled and awkwardly moved his chopsticks. “So...tell me
about Pairs,” asked Roy once more as he reached across the
table to pluck at more food; only marginally more successful from
last time.

“Well...I
don't know. Are you into architecture?” At Roy's confused
head tilt, Edward explained. “Well Pairs has tons of old
buildings. Even the new ones are designed to be mentally stimulating
or visually appealing in some way. Oh! And the people are really
great. But really I had a hard time learning to speak French. I
still can't read it very well. Russell would tease me all the time
about my reading. I butchered the French language, but reading...it
was a frigging massacre.”

“You've
mentioned this Russell quite a bit tonight. Were you guys...”
Roy paused very briefly, thinking maybe he shouldn't ask, but his
mouth decided for him. “Close?”

“Ah—yeah.
He was my co-worker...and my...um...first friend,” said
Edward, his cheeks getting pink as he looked down at his plate. Roy
studied Edward's body language, the nervous shifting, the fiddling
with his chopsticks, and suddenly found himself correct in his
earlier assumptions. Edward had
dated a guy. This made Roy very
curious.

- - - -

Long
after the food was gone, they sat and talked, drinking green tea and
sake. Roy watched, entranced, as Edward's eyes flashed with passion
as he spoke. How could it be that Edward's eyes seemed to change
color so fast and so many times? Never in his life had he seen such
a strange luminance in someone's eyes. It was so vexing and
intriguing that sometimes Roy would forget to listen to what Edward
was saying and just stare.

No hint of the shy,
awkward boy was left. Before him was an articulate, well spoken,
fascinating young man. Each gesture, each funny story, had Roy
enthralled and laughing. He couldn't remember a time that he had
laughed so freely and easily. He felt light and content. For the
first time in his life he didn't have to be anyone but himself, and
he was accepted for it. They soon drifted from talking about Paris
onto other things. What they liked to eat, do for fun, and read. It
seemed they had to touch on everything, had to make up for lost time.

“Do
you miss it?” asked Roy as they strolled out into the late
night after spending all evening at the restaurant. It was going on
ten o'clock, and they had gone to dinner for three.

“What?”
wondered Ed as he watched his feet. He then yawned widely, and threw
a sheepish look Roy's way in apology.

“Paris,”
said Roy, smiling down at Edward.

Edward snorted softly in
amusement. “No, not yet. But I'm sure I will.”

“You
know, the way you describe it... It makes me want to do something
like that,” said Roy softly, frowning at himself slightly. He
wasn't sure, but he found that he wished he had had the freedom to do
what he wanted as a young man, rather then what was expected. He
almost wanted to abandon his plan...but he couldn't. He couldn't do
anything like that. He was the only one who could guide the company,
who could take it to new heights. His mother was very business
savvy, but she was getting old. She couldn't keep up to the pace he
set. He was bound to the company.

“Do
what?” Edward looked up and frowned slightly at Roy's
remorseful expression, and then looked away again.

“You
know 'find myself'. I mean, I never really got to choose what I
wanted to do. My father died, and I took over the company as soon as
I was old enough. I'm good at what I do, but...what if I was really
supposed to be a poet or something.” At Edward's amused snort,
Roy clicked his tongue at the man beside him and smiled. “Okay,
so not a poet, but you get my meaning right?”

“Yeah,
I do. I'm really glad that I found martial arts and that I'm so good
at it. It's like I'm able to do all these amazing things with my
body and I might get really tired and sore, but I feel really good
about it all too, ya know? I just hope that I do half way decent—are
you really going to come tomorrow and to the tournament?” asked
Edward sounding very worried about the prospect.

“Oh,
yeah. After what you told me what was involved, I wouldn't miss it.
I can't wait to see that sword thing you were telling me about. The
sparring sounds equally fascinating as well,” said Roy with a
smile. Just picturing Edward with that sword made him feel excited
and giddy.

Heaving a resigned sigh,
Edward slumped forward and stared blandly at the sidewalk. “Well,
I suppose I can't really say anything since you're giving me a free
hotel room and airfare.”

“Hmm,
yes. You owe me.” Roy paused thinking that maybe now would be
a good time to tell Edward about the room, and perhaps if he did it
right, he'd get Edward to react, and he'd get to see more of those
fascinating displays of emotion. “You know, now that you
mention the hotel...” said Roy. He dangled the bait under
Edward's nose. Edward cast a curious glance his way which Roy caught
out of the corner of his eye. “It seems you're stuck with me.”

“Huh?”
grunted Edward, another frown creasing his forehead. He turned his
head to look at Roy better as they walked.

“We
have to share,” stated Roy, not glancing his way, but rather
leading them towards the hotel. He could see the top of the
building, so they didn't have much father to go. He wondered what
was going through Edward's head at that moment, and if he
comprehended what he meant by 'sharing'.

“What?”
came Edward's puzzled query.

“I
like the left side of the bed,” Roy said in answer, hopefully
adding to Edward's confusion just a little bit.

“EH!
But I thought—”

“Yes,
well, it seems suites don't come in two bedrooms, and I'm fond of
that room. But if you want to call down to the front desk and book
your own room—“

“You're
kicking me out?”
asked Edward incredulously and stopped dead on the sidewalk to stare
at the back of Roy's head.

“Do
your toes get cold at night?” asked Roy, stopping as well. He
turned back to watch the reaction on Edward's face. Edward's jaw was
open and he had a look of pure horror on his face. Roy fought the
smirk that wanted to split across his face. Edward really was very
open with his emotions, letting them play across his face for the
whole world to see. For someone who started out so shy, it was
entertaining to be able to push buttons and immediately see the
fruits of his efforts. It was great. “If so, please keep them
on your side. I hate having to wake up with cold toes in the back of
my knees.”

Edward gaped at him for
several moments more before he snapped out of it. “Fine!”
Edward barked at him. “I don't have enough money to get my own
place here. I'll just go somewhere else,” Edward said
petulantly with a frown up at Roy before he looked back down the
street.

“Oh,
you could
do that, but apparently there's this tournament in town...a world
tournament. It means that all the cheaper hotels have been all
booked up with the out-of-town contestants.” Roy smirked
triumphantly as he blocked Edward at each turn. There weren't many
options left now anyway.

“I'm
not
sleeping on the couch. It's a fucking love seat!” Edward said
in rising panic. “I need to have a good
night sleep! How the hell am I supposed to do that with you in the
bed! I got to worry all night long about staying on my side and not
rolling over to yours! What are you trying to do
to me?”

“I
didn't say you had to sleep on the couch. It's a king sized bed
after all. No need to get all worked up,” soothed Roy.
Blocked again. He had to fight with himself to not smile at how
dismayed Edward was looking.

So...Edward had even
gone that far in his relationship with this Russell fellow, eh?
Well, he was a man after all; it was silly to think that he wouldn't
have slept with his...boyfriend... Roy felt puzzled over labeling
that man Edward's boyfriend. He didn't like it... The word
was...too familiar for Roy's liking. He felt puzzled at himself as
well, and he didn't like the implications that brought with it.

“I—I'm
not...” Edward stuttered, and searched Roy's face. “Did...did
you...plan for this?” asked Edward hesitatingly.

Roy just looked at him
like he had just said the stupidest thing in the world. “Now,
really. Do you have such a low opinion of me that you think I'd do
something like this? Come on, Edward.” Roy frowned down at
the younger man. Edward flushed deeply, looked away and at the
sidewalk for a few moments before he looked up at Roy again, who was
patiently waiting for him to respond. “Well?” Roy
raised an eyebrow at Edward.

“Fine,
so you didn't plan this...but don't touch me,” said Edward
prudishly as he brushed past Roy on the way to the hotel, making Roy
chuckling at his back. Edward looked over his shoulder with a
questioning look.

“That's
fine, but you can touch me if you like,” joked Roy, smirking at
the splash of pink that comment earned him. Yes, it really was nice
to tease Edward and provoke him into those expressive emotions.

“I
should pound you for that, Mustang!” said Edward, only sounding
half-serious that he would. Rolling his eyes, Edward turned back
around and continued down the sidewalk with Roy a step behind. After
a moment of silence, Edward spoke up as he slowed, allowing Roy to
catch up with him. “You know, you're not like what I thought
at all.”

“How's
that?” wondered Roy.

“Well...
I never really noticed but you're—sometimes, really nice,”
said Edward softly.

Roy laughed, making
Edward smile shyly. It was so unexpected to be getting the olive
branch from Edward. But even as Edward offered up peace, he slapped
him unknowingly in the face. 'Sometimes, really nice'... Roy
chuckled, and shook his head.

“I
don't think I've ever heard you laugh this much either. It's nice,”
confessed Edward, smiling a little wider.

“But
I'm not as nice as Winry?” wondered Roy. Edward hadn't talked
about her all night, and he was sure the younger man would have. She
was his 'love' after all. According to what he knew of Edward's
infatuation with Winry, he should have been talking about her all
night, so why hadn't he? Maybe he didn't feel comfortable talking
about Winry to him, her brother. Or maybe he wasn't thinking about
her any longer...? Maybe his plan was working...

“No
one's as nice as Winry, not even Winry,” said Edward with a
dreamy look on his face. Roy had never been so infatuated with
someone that he would ever look like that just by thinking about
them. What would it even feel like to be enamored with someone like
that. Roy had never concerned himself with what he deemed 'a silly
crush and a waste of time' when he was in school. He missed out on a
lot of those things...

“Tomorrow's
going to be hell,” remarked Edward, drawing Roy from his
musings. “Look, if we're really going to
share...a...um...room. Well...can you...um...wait till I'm asleep?”
Edward wouldn't meet Roy's gaze as he asked this making Roy smirk
again.

“That's
not a problem. I've got a lot to catch up on anyway. So, sleep in
peace,” said Roy, and lightly patted Edward's shoulder. Edward
hummed his agreement and they covered the remaining distance to the
hotel in companionable silence.

--To be continued--

Well, there it is XD
hope you enjoyed that!

Those of you waiting on
the next installment of “A Little Light of Love”, please
bear with me. I've had to rewrite 2/3 of it. Partly because ZaKai
said it was 'flat' and also because I grew to hate it... SO, I am
working on it, and it's growing in page length. Heh, that should
please some of you XD! Maybe not ZaKai tho... O_O

And
now...maybe...review? -puppy dog eyes-
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