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Disclaimer:� I don't own Sabrina or Fullmetal Alchemist.

Thanks to ZaKai for betaing!

So, my real life troubles may be over� (For
now?) �I hope.� The last chapter of �A
Little Light of Love� has been sent off to the beta and should be up before
long �crosses fingers-, which means that this will be the new main story.� So, if
nothing crazy happens, and the bunnies help me out, I hope to have more
updates, more often.� But, as always, I
won�t promise that ;D� ��

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Chapter 17

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They ended up ordering pizza at Roy's insistence.� Edward wasn't sure if he believed him when he
said that he hadn't had pizza since he was a kid.� What person didn't eat pizza?� But the way Roy seemed to savor each bite as if he'd
never tasted it before made him wonder if he wasn't, in fact, telling the
truth.� Seated across from one another on
the floor in the living room, Edward was leaning against the love seat and Roy was leaning on his
hand.� It was nice and comfortable to be
around Roy now.

His initial moodiness on the ride back to the
hotel was gone now that he had food in front of him.� Ed had stood in the shower for a long time
when they got back thinking over the fight with Scar and wondering if there
could have been anything he could have done that might have given him the win.� After a while, he hadn�t wanted to even think
about it anymore.� He�d shut off the
water and gotten dressed in the steamy bathroom.� When he�d come out he�d found Roy on the phone, talking
to someone about business.� Since it
didn't concern him, he plopped down on the sofa and started braiding his damp
hair.

Once Roy
got off the phone, they�d sat around talking until the pizza arrived.� The worst and somehow best day of his life
was because Roy
was with him.� There was something about
him that was making this easier to deal with.�
It might be the fact that they had been together straight for almost
three days, or it might be because they shared a pretty hot moment before Scar
waltzed in and broke it up.�

�I didn't know that you wanted to study
Anthropology,� Roy
was saying, looking up from the pizza in his hand.�

�Yeah, history is very fascinating to me.�� Edward waved his pizza crust around, taking
in the room.� �In a couple hundred years
someone will find this pizza crust and think all sorts of weird shit about it
and the people who might have come in contact with it.� My father has all sorts of interesting books
about the Roman Empire.� I think I want to focus on that, but I'm not
sure yet.�

�I do remember you reading an awful lot as a
teenager,� remarked Roy,
taking another bite.

�Well, no one really bothered me while I was
reading, so I really enjoyed it!� Of
course, I got teased about that in school, but I did alright just the same.�

�Yes.� It
seems you have.�

Edward placed his crust in the box.� �Roy,
about today...�� He stared at his folded
legs, gathering his thoughts together.�
He had avoided talking about this so far tonight, but he wanted to get
it out of the way and make sure Roy
understood.� �I did feel those
things, but...�

�I'm sorry about that, Edward.� I never even thought that you might take any
of that stuff seriously.� If I had
known��

Edward held up a hand to forestall his
excuses.� �It's true it did hurt me, but
I don't blame you, not really.� I was
hurt and confused; I thought that it was because I wasn't rich like you or
Winry.� I thought I deserved it.�

�Edward,� said Roy sadly.�
He got up from his place on the floor and came around the coffee table
to sit next to him.

�You know, it was really hard to have to take
that all the time,� confessed Edward.� He
could feel Roy's
presence as if it were a huge neon sign proclaiming 'here I am!' to the world
and he couldn't ignore it.�

�If only you had said something,� said Roy helplessly.�

Edward bowed his head, acknowledging the late
promise to help him.� He wasn't sure that
Roy would have
stepped in; however, after getting to know him now, it could be
true.� It was hard to know.� But the thought that Roy would have been willing to aid
him...� Well, it was his fault too in a
way.� He should have spoken up, like Roy said.� How were others to know that he was being
crushed under those peoples� cold comments.

From that point on, he had pushed everyone
aside.� Even people who tried to befriend
him in school were quietly pushed away from him, as if he might infect them
with his inadequacies.� Through their
childhood, Roy
had chased after him�the only one to really pay any attention to him, even if
he hadn't understood it at the time.� It
was only due to Russell's patient coaxing that he finally came out of his
shell.��

He sighed as Roy leaned into his shoulder, offering silent
support and apology.� Remembering this
stuff, plus his loss today, was making him more depressed.� �Hey, Roy?� Why did you follow me around so much?� wondered
Edward, recalling Roy's
comment about seeing him read.

�Ah, well at first I suppose I was curious
about you.� Growing up in that
environment had an effect on me too, you know.�
I didn't know how to be a kid, and when I saw you laughing, playing, and
climbing trees, I didn't understand.�

�Oh,� said Edward, nodding at his lap
minutely.�

�It's still early if you want to try to call
home and talk with Winry,� offered Roy.�

�No thanks, I don't want to bother her.�� Not to mention he was no longer sure about
Winry.� His feelings had been so shaken
up these last three days that he didn't believe he still loved her like he
thought he had.

He was sure that the kiss he and Roy shared had
chemistry...at least for him it did.� It
was true that other things had intruded on his mind throughout the day, but
whenever he had a free moment, his mind wondered back to Roy, how he was held�kissed.�

�Ah, Roy?�

�Yes, Edward?�

He stared down at his hands resting in his lap,
unable to look at Roy
while he asked this next question.� �That
kiss?� Um, did you...feel anything?�� He certainly had.� That kiss was fighting really hard for
precedence in his mind.�

�Feel anything?�
Special, you mean?�� Edward nodded
at his lap.� �You mean like this?� asked Roy.� He placed a hand under Edward's chin and
lifted his head up towards Roy.� His heart was pounding hard and fast within
his chest as Roy
bent his head down towards his lips.�

No less powerful, this kiss affected Edward
just as strongly as before.� Only this
time it was a different type of passion that flowed through his veins.� It was a slow burn that matched Roy's languid
movements.� Roy's hand curled around his cheek just under
his ear.

There was a pleasant squirming in his stomach
as Roy's hand
pulled him even closer.� Unbidden, Edward
opened his mouth to Roy
and let his tongue explore.� He moaned as
his tongue moved over Roy's.� An answering twitch in his groin had him
shifting closer to the other man, looking for more touch.� Goose bumps were all ready popping up all
over his body.

Breaking off the kiss, Edward moved.� Roy
watched him with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.� With a sly smile, Edward straddled Roy's lap.� He hooked his arms around Roy's neck, but didn't sit yet.�

�Are you sure about this?� asked Roy, his voice pleasantly
hazy.� His arms settled around Edward's
waist as he looked up at him, searching his face for uncertainty.� Those hands stroked up and down his back over
the t-shirt he was wearing.� Edward
leaned forward to kiss him again, but Roy
said, �I don't know if I'll be able to stop,� halting his forward movement.

He froze, then swallowed.� He did want to be with Roy right now, but he also didn't feel
comfortable telling him that he was, in essence, a virgin.� He could almost guess that Roy had been with multiple partners.� All you had to do was look at him and know
that.

�No, I'm not sure,� said Edward seriously.� He wasn't sure that Roy was even sure, other than getting swept
up in the moment.� �But...you're making
it hard to ignore you.�� Roy smirked at him for that.� �Don't get a fat head, dummy,� teased Edward,
smacking Roy
lightly on the shoulder.

Roy nodded slowly, averting
his eyes to the space between them.�
�Then, perhaps we should stop here until you are sure.��

�How about you?�
Are you sure 'about this'?� wondered Edward with a smile.� He leaned away, sitting on Roy's thighs with his hands hooked around the
older man's neck.� A baffling look of
hurt passed over Roy's
face, making Edward confused.� Had he,
perhaps, said something wrong?� �Sorry, I
didn't mean to pry.�

�No...no, that's not it.� You just caught me off guard, there,�
explained Roy,
but the pained look remained.�

Feeling like he might no longer be welcome in Roy's lap, Edward
stood.� He wondered if he was welcome
near Roy at
all.� The uncomfortable silence that hung
over them now confused Edward further.�
He obviously said something to bother Roy, but couldn't figure out what it could
have been.�

�Er, well, it's getting late.� I'm going to head to bed now; I'm getting
sorta stiff again from all those bruises.�
Goodnight,� said Edward heading towards the bedroom with a strained
smile for Roy who watched him leave silently.

He push the door closed until he heard it click
into place.� He didn't understand.� They�d seemed so easy with one another during
the ride back and while they were seated in the living room.� Why the sudden coldness?� That kiss was really hot...he could tell
there was something there towards him.� Roy had to like him.� So, what was the problem?

Edward held onto the door handle and let his
body lean towards the floor and sighed.�
The weight of his body stretched his tight shoulders, only easing the
tension slightly.� What would he give for
Russell and his magic hands now?� That
was one of the things he missed about being with him.� Now he had to suffer through it alone.�

Nothing for it, he'd have to use the muscle
cream he brought along.� Releasing the
door handle, Edward padded over to the adjoining bathroom to rummage through
his toiletries bag, producing a small glass jar that fit in the palm of his
hand.�

The smell of camphor filled the large bathroom
when the lid came off.� Edward was so
accustomed to the smell now that it didn't bother him at all, but he knew that
some people didn't like it.� Well, it was
too bad if Roy
was a wimp and couldn't take the smell.�

Edward dug his fingertips into the red cream,
scooping up a large chunk.� He looked at
himself in the mirror, ready to administer some, what he considered, first aid,
then paused.� �Shit!� hissed Edward.� He forgot to take off his shirt!� Now it was going to get all stained and
ruined from the balm.� Looking down at
his fingers, Edward considered the merits of wiping the cream back into the jar
or just working around the fact that his shirt was still on his back.

�Need help, Edward?�� Edward started violently, whirling around to
stare wide eyed at Roy
standing in the doorway to the bathroom.�
�Oh, sorry about that.� I wasn't
trying to sneak up on you,� said Roy
coming into the bathroom to stand with his hip leaning into the sink counter
top.�

�Fuck, my heart's pounding,� said Edward
holding his clean hand to his chest, and taking deep breaths.

Roy chuckled softly.� �Well the offer still stands; heart attack or
no.� How about it?�

�Ah...��
Edward looked down at his hands for an indecisive moment before deciding
that he'd scrape the cream back into the jar and take off his shirt.� �Okay, um...��
He ran his fingers over the lip of the jar.� �Right, so do you know how to give massages?�
asked Edward, he was already pulling his shirt over his head, when he
froze.� Did he really just ask that?� �I, uh, mean...��

Edward felt his face flush again.� Not only did he assume he looked ridiculous
with his arms hanging out of his sleeves and his head inside his shirt, but he
had said something very suggestive, too.�
His mind immediately went to that rare time Russell had given him more
then just a massage, having him lay out on the duvet cover, naked, so that
Russell could reach every part of his body to rub oil into his skin.� The thought of Roy doing something like that was making him
hard, and he couldn't pull off the shirt for the embarrassment he was causing
himself.

�Yes?�
What did you mean?� came Roy's
voice, full of humor and not one ounce of sympathy for his dilemma.

Cringing, Edward pulled the shirt back down to
find Roy with one eyebrow raised at him
questioningly and a smirk that would make hearts melt for the sexy quality it
lent Roy.� He felt himself falling for Roy then and there; wanting him very much
right now.

�Nothing!� said Edward way too quickly.� He looked away and down at his balm,
wondering how to apply it now that Roy
was right here beside him.� He had to
think about that or else his mind would go to another place that involved Roy kissing him a lot;
and hands, lots of hands.� His gaze
shifted across the counter top to find Roy's
hand pressing into the edge.� Those
fingers were really nice looking.� Not
too long, so that they looked like vile dandy long-legs, and not too short that
they resembled sausages, but just right, with beautifully shaped
fingernails.�

Roy's skin was pale enough
that Edward could see the blue veins pop up, crisscrossing the back of his
hand.� The skin looked smooth and
warm.� He could still feel those hands on
his back, moving up and down, spreading the warmth.� What would it be like to suck on those nicely
proportioned fingertips, letting his tongue roll the digit from side to side,
letting the taste of Roy
move through his mouth?� What would it be
like...

�I don't need help,� said Edward, straining to
make his voice less...strained.� He
blinked and focused on the open jar in front of him.� He had to pull himself together.� He was acting like a girl about to swoon and
he wasn�t about to do that even if Roy
was swoon worthy.��

�Hm?� Are
you sure?� asked Roy,
his voice almost a purring rumble.

Edward whirled on Roy,
suddenly angry that by his voice alone, he was ready to let Roy have his way with him willingly.� �What!�
What about you!� What was that
back there?� asked Edward, redirecting the conversation away from him and back
to Roy.� His shifted his weight hoping that it might
somehow make his dick fall into a more comfortable position.� It did not.��

�I was taken off guard,� said Roy calmly, raising his eyebrow at his
reaction.�

�Like hell!�
It definitely got a few degrees colder in there!� growled Edward,
pointing at the bathroom wall.� His
erection did not want to go away, and it was only making him antsy.� He needed to adjust it, but he didn't want to
advertise that to Roy.� The whole situation was making him mad and
crazy with confused feelings and emotions.��

�Over reacting just a little bit, Edward?�
wondered Roy,
raising both eyebrows now.

�Tch!��
Edward stomped his way past Roy
towards the bedroom, but was pulled to a stop by the hand on his arm.

�I didn't reject you, I was just thinking�to
find out if I was sure like you asked me to.�
Why are you lashing out like this?�

�I'm not!� �Edward practically shouted in Roy's face, jerking his arm free.� He continued through to the bedroom.

�Now, see here!�
There's no reason to be acting like this,� growled Roy, scowling at him.� Edward shot a snide look over his shoulder
before passing out of Roy's
line of sight.� �Edward!� Talk to me!� Roy's voice followed him out into the living
room.�

�Just leave me alone!� snapped Edward, whirling
around to find Roy
right on top of him.� His erection jumped
in his pants, adding to his anger and annoyance.� �What do you want from me?� I don't know what you want!� Why can't you just leave me alone!�

�Edward��
Roy
reached out for him, but Edward knocked the hands aside hard.� Roy's
face darkened dangerously.� �I don't have
a clue what brought this on�you're being irrational.�

�I can be irrational if I want!�

Roy's eyes seem to burn with
a dark fire.� His almost black eyes
danced threateningly at him and his jaw clenched and unclenched.� Suddenly, Roy reached out and gripped his upper
arms.� Hard.� Edward glared up challengingly into Roy's hard eyes,
unafraid.

What Roy
did next, however, did shake his bravado, making his eyes go wide in
shock.� Roy pressed his mouth over Edward's stubborn
one, hard.� He demanded to be let in with
a hard press of his tongue against Edward's clenched mouth.� Edward grunted in protest.� He tried to lean away, to push on Roy's
chest, but it seemed that either he had gone weak or else Roy was stronger then
he'd let on.

One of Roy's
hands released his arm and went straight to his groin to rub him through his pants,
pressing his dick against his lower stomach aggressively.� Edward felt himself start to give in, to
submit.� �What's this?� Hard for me, Edward?� teased Roy, his breath brushing across his face.

Edward looked up into the face of burning
desire.� Roy's face was so close to his, his breath so
hot against his face.� He could taste Roy in his mouth, and the
hand on his dick was now touching only the fabric of his pants, but he knew
that the hand was still here, that it was still moving.� He groaned with want.� He wanted that aggression back, because he
was so hard now that he was starting to hurt.�

Thrusting his hips into Roy's
hand, Edward reached up with his free hand and brought Roy's face back down to his.� The kiss was bruising, hard, and hot.� Edward moaned around Roy's tongue in his mouth.� Wantonly, he pushed his leg between Roy's so that his thigh
pushed against the other man's balls.

Roy growled and suddenly spun
him around, herding him back towards the bedroom.� Edward stumbled over his feet as they became
entangled with Roy's, but he was admittedly more
focused on Roy's
mouth and hand, then on his own feet.�
His hands pulled at Roy's
shirt, trying to pull it off without undoing the buttons down the front.� Roy was better
and pulled his shirt off, making him release Roy's shirt so that the t-shirt could pass
over his head.� Roy threw it to the side and attacked his
neck with lips and teeth.� Frustrated at
his slowness, Edward gripped either side of Roy's shirt and pulled.� Small buttons went flying everywhere.

Edward slid his hands inside Roy's ruined shirt, loving the feel of his
skin under his palms.� Roy was weaving his hand through his braid,
pulling it apart and sucking on his ear.�
Groaning at the amount of suction Roy was
utilizing, Edward pushed Roy's
shirt to the floor and let his head fall back to allow the taller man better
access to his neck or wherever else he wanted to go.� They both went for the other's pants at the
same time, fumbling with belts and buttons and zippers; tugging at the
offensive material if it didn't immediately obey and fall to the floor.

Two sets of pants pooled at their feet, while
they fell to the bed.� Hands groped,
pressed; kisses were exchanged.� The last
barrier between them, their underwear, was quickly discarded as well.� A frenzy of thrusting against each other,
panted breaths and groans filled the room.

Edward was going out of his mind at the depth
of feeling he had because of Roy's
touch.� With Russell it had never been
this hurried; this madness of want.�
Arching his back off the bed, Edward groaned as Roy kissed his way down the front of his
stomach.� Just Roy
breathing on him made him ache painfully, but when Roy's over heated tongue licked up the
underside of his cock, Edward thought he might faint.�

Roy pushed one leg further up
the bed, making Edward bare himself even more.�
He then licked up from just behind his balls, up to the head of his dick
in one long, wet pass.� His toes curled
tight.� Edward was shaking slightly as he
waited for Roy
to lick him, suck him, anything he wanted to do, as long as he did something.� Lifting his head from the bed, Edward looked
down his body to find Roy
staring at him with those dark eyes of his.�
They promised so much that Edward could only pant in response.

Granting Edward's silent wish, Roy bent his head back down and engulfed his
length within his hot mouth.� With a long,
pleasure-filled groan, Edward slammed his head back into the bed, one hand
landing on Roy's
head, pushing him further, while the other hand gripped the sheets near his hip
in an effort to still his thrusting hips. Roy's
soft tongue undulated against the underside of his cock, while Roy sucked him hard.� The two sensations pulled him this way and
that.�

�Ah, fuuckk,� hissed Edward, pushing Roy's head down his
length.� �Yea...like that.�

Roy chuckled around him, adding to his enjoyment as his cock vibrated with Roy's mirth.� Lifting his mouth off Edward's erection until
only the head was in his mouth, Roy
tongued the tip, thrusting the point of his tongue into the urethra , then
sweeping his tongue broadly around the circumference.

Roy worked him expertly,
building him up to the point of no return only to back off and let him come
down enough to drive him insane.� Four
times, Roy backed off before he finally crawled
up Edward's squirming, desperate body, fisting both their erections before Roy rolled them to lay on
their sides.

�I don't have any lube, or else this would play
out very differently,� whispered Roy
into Edward's ear.� Edward shivered at
the full implications of what they were doing, and what Roy wanted to do passed through his passion
fog into his brain.��

But then Roy
began to move his hand.� Edward could
feel Roy as he
thrust against him and through his hand.�
He began to thrust wildly on his own, looking for the release he had
been denied four times already.� They
didn't last long.� Edward's frenzy with Roy's dwindling control
meant that within moments they were cuming all over their stomachs and the bed
cover.

The afterglow was not weird at all.� Edward figured that after doing something
this intimate with someone, you ought to feel a bit unsure, but as he rested
his head on Roy's collarbone, and threw a leg over his hip he could honestly
say that wasn�t the case.� He felt like
jelly of the best kind�the sort that didn't have to move or think or
anything.� Roy was warm, keeping the chill of the room
at bay.� He would have fallen asleep if Roy hadn't of suddenly
gotten off the bed.

�What're you doin',� mumbled Edward, looking
over his shoulder to watch Roy
head into the bathroom.

Roy didn't answer.� Edward let his head settle back into the
pillow, too tired to really care.� His
eyes drifted closed as he listened to the noises coming from the bathroom.� The faucet turned on for a few minutes, then
shut off.� He could hear Roy's bare feet pad across the stone tiled
floor before fading onto carpet.� A warm
face cloth wiped away the mess and Roy
was gone again.�

�Edward?�
This cream�do you want me to rub some in?�

�Bastard...� grumbled Edward tiredly.� �How do you have energy?�� He slowly rolled over to look at Roy, naked before him,
holding the small jar of muscle cream.�
Edward couldn't help but ogle Roy
as he was standing right there, he probably wanted to be ogled.� So, Edward did.�

Roy was lean and tall.� He looked like his stomach went on forever,
finally coming down to a line of dark hairs that led down to his groin.� His legs added to the impression of height as
they were long with lean muscles that were very beautiful.� Everywhere was pale and smooth, almost as if Roy might shave his whole
body.� Somehow the thought that Roy might, in fact, shave
himself (except for his groin, obviously) was incredibly erotic to him.� He wanted to watch Roy do that.�
If he hadn't just cum, he'd be hard again.� Maybe in a bit...��

�I'm just that good,� said Roy with a smirk.� �Lie on your stomach.� Now that you're docile, I'll help you out
like I said I would.�

Edward just snorted in annoyance, but rolled
over with a sigh.� He felt the bed dip as
Roy sat next to
him.� �You gotta wash your hands really
well after, or else,� mumbled Edward.�

�Okay,� said Roy softly.�
Roy's
hands suddenly plunged into his hair, pulling it out from under his arms,
between his shoulders, and moving it off to the side.� His fingers were gentle and cautious of
snags.� Edward loved feeling someone's
hands in his hair and scalp, but knowing that it was Roy's hands there and that he really liked
those hands...ah, he was maybe going to get hard faster if this kept up.� �Your whole back or just your shoulders?�
asked Roy.

�Shoulders.�

Roy shifted again until he
straddled him from behind.� �Hm, you have
a very fine ass, Ed,� said Roy,
giving said ass a playful spank.� Edward
clenched his cheeks together in protest, but couldn't quite work up a
rebuttal.� �Everything is very fine.� Your back�have you ever seen your back?�
wondered Roy.

�Of course.�
It is my back after all,� Edward said sarcastically.

�But, I don't think you understand.� This back is beautiful.� The muscles, the sinew...�� Roy
pressed his hands up Edward's back.� The
pressure was divine.� �Makes me want to
ravish you again.�� Roy kissed the back of Edward's neck
once.�

�No ravishing!�
More cream spreading,� said Edward, secretly elated that Roy enjoyed his body so
much.� He glared up at Roy sitting on top of him, amazed that he
wasn't more weirded out by what they had just done.� It wasn't awkward at all between them.� It made him feel bad for his earlier
outburst.� But Roy didn't seem to mind it at all.�

�Oh, very well,� conceded Roy, rolling his eyes theatrically.� He placed the jar�the cold jar�on the
middle of his lower back making him hiss in surprise.� �Don't move!� ordered Roy, playfully slapping his bum again.� Then he rubbed it.� �Great ass,� Roy said fondly.�

Edward rolled his eyes, sighed and let his eyes
close.� He moaned quietly when Roy's hands began to
kneed and spread the strong smelling cream over his shoulders, neck and upper
back.� This was bliss.� Roy
really knew what he was doing.� He was
hitting all the tight spots with the cream first, then pressing his thumb into
the knot and working it out until Edward was just a puddle of goo.�

�Before you go to sleep, I want you to know
that I will be getting us up early to fly back home.�

�Hm,� agreed Edward sleepily.� He could hear Roy chuckling at him and the weight on his
bum vanished.� Edward drifted a bit,
until hands pulled him onto his side, and he was enveloped in warm arms and
covered with the blankets.�

�You smell like a medicine cabinet,� teased Roy softly against his
temple.

�Hm-hmm,� agreed Edward again, snuggling into
Roy's embrace and falling asleep.

--To Be Continued--

This one is a little shorter then the more
recent previous chapters, but this is typical of chapter length for the
majority of the story.� XD� Anyway, how was it?� Be sure to share, since I'm still a little
dubious about my smut!craft.� Any
suggestions to improve (or if you think I don't need to improve) would be
appreciated!

Smutty smut ahoy!� XD
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