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Chapter 18

Edward awoke to the sound of someone moving
around his room.� With a loud sigh, he
rolled over to find Roy
dressed in a pair of slacks and a button down shirt with his ass thrust up into
the air as he bent over his small carry on case.� His usual morning erection rubbed against the
sheets, responding to this very enticing view.

�Is that an invitation?� asked Edward, rubbing
his eyes languidly.� Startled, Roy stood and looked down
at him for a moment, then smiled.�

�I'm open to that,� purred Roy, coming over to the bed and placing hands
on either side of his splayed body to lean down.� Edward tilted his head up to receive the kiss
but Roy went
for his forehead instead.� He thrust out
his lip in annoyance causing Roy
to chuckle at him.� �Happy to see me?�
wondered Roy as
his palm covered Edward's crotch and stroked through the thin bed sheet.

�What will you do about it?� It's your fault, you know,� Edward said,
looking up to Roy's
face hovering over him.

Roy raised an eyebrow.� Reaching up, he pulled the sheet down
Edward's body, exposing his naked body to the cooler air in the room.� �Very happy to see me,� said Roy with a small nod in acknowledgment of his
erection.� Edward spread his legs in
invitation, watching intently as Roy
stared at his groin.�

It almost looked like Roy was about to drool on him the way he was
studying him so closely.� Edward's
attention shifted slightly to Roy's
own groin and saw that it too, was responding under these heated looks.� Reaching out, he placed his hand over Roy, stroking him through
the cloth of his trousers.�

With a groan coming from deep in the back of Roy's throat, he leaned
forward, pressing his hand into the mattress.�
�Tease,� hissed Roy,
looking down at him raptly.��

�Do something about it,� said Edward
saucily.� He smirked challengingly at Roy as the man's eyes
roved over his splayed body.� He couldn't
believe how confident he had become around Roy since last night.� He felt that he didn't need to be so careful
anymore.� Roy pulled Edward's hand away from his groin
and held it down into the mattress near his hip while he placed his other hand
over his flat stomach, watching as he spread his fingers wide.�

Roy became still then,
staring at some unknown point on the bed, lost.�
Edward tilted his head to the side to try and get a better read of what
was going through Roy's
mind.� From his angle he could only see
the back of his jaw.� Just like last
night, Edward began to sense a...� He
struggled to define it to himself...� It
was almost like Roy
was...sad...

�Something wrong?� wondered Edward.

Roy turned towards him with a
sly smile, the thoughtful look wiped away as if it had never been.� �Only wondering what to do with you,� said Roy, the hand on his
stomach dipping a bit lower, making Edward's stomach twitch in anticipation.� Edward smiled up at Roy encouragingly, receiving an answering
grin.� Roy leaned forward.� Edward thought it was for a kiss.� He even raised his face, ready to kiss back,
but Roy
suddenly changed his angle and began to kiss his neck.

Sighing, both because he was denied a kiss from
those wonderfully skilled lips and because those lips were now working on his
neck, Edward relaxed further into the mattress.�
Roy's
hand skimmed up his side to his arm and pulled.�
Edward looked at Roy
with a silent question but only received a smile in return as he was pulled to
his feet.� Finally, Roy attacked his mouth, sliding his tongue in
easily.�

With a new pulse of desire, Edward pulled Roy
even closer to his naked body where he could feel the shift of expensive cloth along
the length of body and most acutely, on his erection.� They stepped back towards the bathroom, Roy's hands were everywhere; kneading his ass with one
hand and at the same time pulling him tight against Roy�s groin to make some delicious friction.� The other hand dragged up and down his back
in large, long sweeps.

Suddenly, Edward was pushed from Roy's side into the
bathroom, stumbling backwards until he could sort out his feet.� He stared in shock at Roy who was leaning on
the door handle and the door jam with a superior, smug grin on his face.

�We have a plane to catch.� Better hop to that cold shower.�� Roy
closed the door on Edward's slack face and laughter could be heard.

It took Edward ten agonizingly long seconds to
comprehend what had just happened and the fact that his dick was still
throbbing impatiently for some attention.�
When his brain decided to start working again, Edward glared at the
door.� �YOU FUCKING BASTARD!� he yelled,
only to be answered with an even deeper laugh.�

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Roy made amends by having a
large breakfast waiting on him when he came out of the bedroom, fully
dressed.� There was a large bowl full of
scrambled eggs, bacon, ham, juice, and fruit.�
Smiling from his chair at the table, Roy held out an empty plate towards him.�

�Fine, you're forgiven,� said Edward, sighing
dramatically and relieving Roy of his burden.�
He sat down next to Roy
and began to fill his plate.� Roy chuckled softly and
went back to reading his paper.

They sat quietly, Roy
reading while Edward ate; only now he was sorta uncomfortable around Roy.� With a quiet sigh, Edward broke off a bit of
bacon, crunching it loudly.� Maybe it was
just that he had time to think about what they had done last night and almost
done again this morning.� He wasn't sorry
that it had happened, but he did wonder what this meant for him, and them,
now.� There was nothing that Roy was doing that
screamed one time only, but thinking about the Mustangs in general made him
wonder what would happen to him now.

�What time do we leave?� wondered Edward,
trying to fill the silence.

�Hmm,� hummed Roy, letting the paper fall to the table top
and looking down at his wrist watch.� �We
got about thirty more minutes.�� The
paper rustled and they fell back into silence.

�Ah.��
Edward gave a little nod and pushed his eggs around the plate.� Half formed thoughts and impressions swirled
around his mind, each one filtering for a moment then moving on.� He should probably just assume that this was
a one time thing and if more happened he'd be pleasantly surprised.� He didn't need to start the day off by
demanding a commitment from Roy
at this very second.

�Well, I should get my stuff together then,�
said Edward, pushing his plate away, half eaten.�

�Okay,� mumbled Roy from between the pages of his paper.

Edward rolled his eyes in confusion then pushed
the chair back.� Wandering back into the
bedroom, he found his bag, placed it on the rumpled mattress and sighed.� He wanted to crawl back into to bed, with Roy and do...stuff.� He couldn't stop his mind from going south as
he looked at the bed sheets, picturing what they had done last night and he
didn't understand why he was suddenly so fucking horny!� When he was with Russell, there had been
times that he had initiated contact, but it was mostly Russell who started
things.� But now he found himself wanting
to fetch Roy
and do all sorts of naughty things to the man.�

Turning away from the bed, he went into the
washroom and began to dump his stuff into his travel case.� Could it be that when he was with Russell he
hadn't really been with him?� Sure
they had been friendly with one another, and Russell was always considerate
towards him, but the depth of feeling he had with Roy was completely opposite from what he had
experienced with Russell.� The mere brush
of Roy's lips
made him weak with want and lust.� There
had only been a few rare times that Russell had been able to get such a
response out of him and it usually involved alcohol.�

Closing the zip on his travel bag, Edward took
it back into the bedroom and dropped it into his case.� It was probably just a one time thing.� Roy
wasn't out yet, so he didn't need someone to hang around and cause him troubles
or raise questions.� That being said,
Edward didn't want it to be a one time thing.�
In the short span of time that he had spent with Roy, it had made him realize that there was
something very strong between them; something he wasn't willing to just let
slip through his fingers.

So, if he wasn't going to let go, what was he going
to do to make Roy
stay?� With a groan, Edward flopped face
first across the bed with a little bounce.�
How did his life get so fucking complicated?� Oh, yes.�
Because of Roy...� He sighed into the comforter.� He wasn't a planner; he didn't know what to
do to make Roy
want to stay with him, but maybe if he got a chance to just talk to him about
it.�

�No time for slacking,� said Roy suddenly.�
A light smack landed on his ass, making Edward grunt in protest.

Edward turned his head to the side and peered
at Roy standing
over him.� �Leave my ass alone,� he said,
narrowing his eyes up at Roy
but a smile ruined his mock annoyance.

�Do you have everything?� wondered Roy.

�No, just my sword left.� I was mostly packed from last night.�

�Good, then we should head out.� I just got a call telling me that the jet is
ready to go.�

Sighing, Edward pushed up from the bed.� Now that he was decided, he didn't know what
he should say that would convince Roy
to want to stay with him.� Just thinking
about bringing it up was making his heart bound in his chest with sick, queasy
feeling deep in his stomach.� He stood
before Roy,
having to look up slightly to see his face and the words died in his head.�

�Okay.�
Just let me�� Roy held out the sword for him to take.� Edward blinked, looking down at the sword in Roy's hands, then up at
his smirking face.� �Thanks...�

�Come on,� urged Roy as Edward took the sword.� Roy
placed his arm around Edward's shoulders, giving him enough time to scoop up
his case and then he was being lead out of the hotel suite.�

Roy kept his arm over his
shoulders all the way to the car.� Every
person that looked their way made Edward squirm in discomfort.� He wanted to know what they might be
thinking.� Did it bother them to see two
men like this?� Did they recognize Roy?� Edward wanted to push Roy's hand away, but also, he didn't.� It wasn't like this in France.� Gay couples were as common and as open as
straight couples, but back here in America, they weren't as accepting
yet.� There was still an edge to how
Americans dealt with same sex couples.�

The limo driver was waiting by the open door
for them.� Edward gave him a quick nod
and practically dove into the back of the car and out of Roy's hold.�
Panting, he let his bag drop to the floor and bent over his lap, holding
his head.

�Are you alright?� asked Roy, his arm once again finding its way
across his shoulders.� The car door
thudded closed.� �What's wrong?�

The engine purred to life, sending a slight
vibration through the vehicle.� �I�didn't
that bother you?� Everyone saw!� gasped
Edward, looking up from his hands at Roy's
concerned face leaning close to his ear.�
�That was worse then Scar being in my face.�

�I don't know what you think happened just now,
but all we did was walk out to the car,� said Roy gently.�

�Roy,
stop.� The driver will see you,� hissed
Edward, squeezing himself against the door.�
They stared at each other; Edward chewing his lip and searching Roy's calculating
gaze.�

Finally Roy
dropped his gaze to the carpeted floor, then looked back at him.� Without another word, Roy slid across the seat, away from Edward
and touched a control on the door, causing the privacy divider to raise into
place.�

�Better?� asked Roy with a raise of his eyebrow.� Edward hunched his shoulders unhappily.� It seemed like Roy was making fun of him somehow.

�Look, I'm only thinking about you and your
position.� Not only would it look bad for
you to be seen like that with a guy, but I'm only the chauffeur's son��

Roy cut him off with a raised
hand.� Edward's attention was unwillingly
drawn to those long fingers and he watched the hand curl into a lose fist
before it was placed in Roy's
lap.

�What's really going on in that head of yours,
Edward?� asked Roy,
his eyes staring unseeing out the window.

�I could ask you the same thing,� said Edward,
feeling bold.� This was his opening.� He could make his case to Roy
and tell him why they should stay together...only�the tone of his voice made it
sound like he didn't want to be with Roy...� Dammit!�
He was being too confrontational.�
�Forget what I said just now, I...��

�I understand,� murmured Roy.�

�You do?�
What do you understand?�

�That you still love Winry.�

Edward shook his head in shock.� Where the hell did that come from?� �No!� I
don't!� I mean I did, but not now.� Not after�last night, I mean we...�� Roy
turned his head slowly, staring him in the eyes.� It was hard for Edward maintain eye contact
and not turn away, those black eyes were so commanding, drawing him in.� Whatever else Edward might have said
died.�

So it was true, it was only a one time
thing.� Edward felt sad that this was all
it was going to be, but then again, at least they hadn't had intercourse.� It might have hurt even more if they had done
that.� He blinked twice and turned
away.�

�Excuse me,� murmured Roy, pulling out his vibrating phone and
flipping it open.� �Hello?� Right...I'll be back in New York by six at the latest.�

Edward tuned out Roy's conversation.� Roy
didn't want him like that for anything longer then last night.� Before he knew it they were at the airport
and boarding the plane.� The rest of the
car ride had been quiet between them with Roy
on the phone more then off it.� Maria was
there, greeting them both with a smile, only this time, Edward couldn't give
her a smile back.

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It had been a difficult morning for Roy.�

He had wanted to fall back into bed with Edward
more then he cared to admit to himself.� The man made a really tempting
package...especially naked and aroused.�
All that tanned skin, smooth and muscular physic, golden hair
attractively messy and spread across the pillow.� If he hadn't have been pressed for time, he
could have made sure that Edward really did want to be with him over his
sister.

He had spent a great deal of time last night
after Edward had fallen asleep, thinking.�
He had so much to do with regards to his upcoming merger with Maes's
company and with the nearing conclusion of his plans for Edward.� But the feel of Edward in his arms was such a
comfort to him that he became confused.�
Those rare times that he had taken a discreet partner to his bed had
never inspired him to want to hold them like Edward did.� He fit so neatly against his body, just the
right size to tuck under his chin and still be pressed along his body.� He was warm...and sexy in a clumsy way that
made him that much more endearing.

Flipping over a page of a report, Roy tried to focus on the
conversation happening in his ear, but he could just see Edward's legs,
stretched out towards him.� He was
thinking about how it would feel to run his hands up Edward's strong, muscular calves
and wondering what sort of wanton look he could get him to make when he was
asked a question.��

�Excuse me, what?� said Roy, tearing his eyes away from the reason
for his inattention and looking down at his report.� �What page was that on?� he asked and began
flipping through his papers with a frown.�
In his annoyance at himself for not paying attention, Roy knocked several of his reports off the
tray and onto the floor.� Grimacing, Roy leaned over the arm
of his chair while continuing to listen to the arguments in his ear.

�Now wait just a minute,� growled Roy, frowning.� Suddenly his reports were passed into his
hand.� Roy's ire was momentarily forgotten when he looked
over into Edward's face.� He was kneeling
on the floor, holding out the papers to Roy.� Instead of relieving Edward of his burden,
Roy reached out and ran his fingers through Edward's thick bangs, brushing them
off his face.

Edward's eyes widened, looking up at him with a
cautious, wary gaze.� Holding Ed�s face
in his hand, his thumb stroking across his tanned cheek, Roy was being drawn into those auric eyes.� Just
like the night at the restaurant, those eyes seemed to shift from a deep gold
to a sunny yellow and every shade in between.�
He looked from one side of Edward's face to the other trying to catch
the changes as they happened.��

�I don't think I ever said anything like that,�
said Roy into
the phone, but his attention was fully on the man at his feet.� He was thoroughly charmed by the growing
pinkness on his cheeks and the obvious signs of arousal in the dilation of his
eyes and the quickening breathing.� �You
have your instructions!� I won't say it
again,� said Roy
angrily, turning away from Edward and letting his hand drop away.�

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Edward
stand, placing the papers on the tray.� Roy had to turn
away.� He couldn't afford to be
distracted by his presence now.� Not when
his board of directors was breathing down his neck.� If he could pull away from all this before
they landed, he'd work on manipulating Edward to agree to leave with him.

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The flight seemed longer than before; of course,
he had been sleeping for most of it last time.�
There wasn't anything for him to do other then watch Roy argue with whoever was on the phone.� He had long since given up watching Roy work in favor of his
own thoughts.�

He was so confused about everything.� He was going home...where Winry was
waiting.� He did want to see her again,
but not for the reasons Roy
thought.� However it had happened, Edward
had moved beyond wanting the fairy tale that Winry represented and was now wanting something much more from Roy.�

To him, Winry was his ideal version of a woman,
but his concept of her and who she really was were at odds.� He could see that now.� Somehow, Roy had shown him that without even once
talking about her.� He had raised Winry
up, making her into a fantasy woman that had nothing to do with reality.� She was fickle, flighty, shallow, and he had
almost gotten swept up in her fake charms.�
But that didn't mean that he didn't like her for who she could be.�

Roy suddenly stood from his
chair and began to walk towards the front of the plane, the long phone cord unraveling.� He was frowning and talking lowly into the
phone, his hand running through his hair.�
Edward watched him through lidded eyes, his head resting in his palm.� It must be really hard to be a CEO of such a
large company like Mustang Inc.� What sort
of things would he have to deal with on a daily basis?� He knew for sure that he wouldn't ever be
able to do even half of what Roy
did.�

It really must have been hard to grow up on the
flip side of that coin.� Where he had
been ridiculed by Roy and Winry's teachers, what sort of standards had Roy been held up
too?� He had been quite young when he had
taken control of the company from his mother.�
That couldn't have been easy and from what his father told him, Roy had yet to make a
misstep.� According to da, Roy had been growing the
company exponentially ever since he took the helm.

Watching Roy
deal with whatever the problem seemed to be, how his shoulders seemed to
tighten up, the small crease between his dark eyebrows, even the way his mouth
pulled down at the edges; it made him want to help in some way.� He knew that whatever help he could offer
would be weak at best.� With a sigh,
Edward let his head fall back against the chair, closing his eyes.� Maybe he should stop worrying about things he
could do nothing about and just try to get some sleep.

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It was tough to move around with crutches and
it seriously cramped her fashion sensibilities, but it wasn't like she had a
choice in the matter; breaking an ankle hurt like hell.� Winry wasn't sure she wanted to thank Roy or yell at him for
getting those strong drugs for her.� True,
they blocked out the pain and let her sleep, but they made her sleep...which
meant she couldn't do anything while Roy
had Edward in his grasp.

With her initial drugs all used up, she was now
on some weaker medication that allowed her to function.� Two days she'd been asleep and upon waking,
finding out that Roy
had taken Edward�it pissed her off that he was doing this.� Pinako had kept the crutches from her for
another day, along with removing all phones from her room and forbidding the
staff from providing her with one�proving that their mother was working with Roy.�

Tonight, Roy and Edward were due back.� A few calls made to Roy's assistant, Alex, confirmed their landing
time and estimated arrival at the house.�
Now, she could pick up where they left off and go to the solarium for
that glass of wine.� No dancing this
time, but maybe something...else
could be arranged.� Hobbling towards the
front door was hard on her armpits but she wasn't about to let Roy and Edward
arrive without her being there to greet them.

As Winry opened the front door and hobbled out
onto the front step, she could just see a car pull into the long drive
way.� Alex really knew his job well.� They were arriving right on time.�

Winry straightened out her silk pajamas and
robe, smoothed her hair, all while watching the car approach like
a hawk.� As it drew near, she braved the
steps, coming down awkwardly to the pebbled drive.� The door closest to her opened first, Roy getting out of the
car with his usual grace.� The look she
got from him was filled with annoyance and resignation.� Well, it serves him right.� There was no way she was going to let Roy just steal Edward out
from under her like that.

That was another thing that had bothered her
yesterday as she lay in bed, marking each passing hour.� Why was Roy
stepping in like this?� He was quick to
help her get rid of her used up lovers, giving them expensive toys, or generous
sums of money to make them go away without a fuss, but he'd never whisked one
of her interests away like this.� For as long as she could remember, Roy had been focused on
the company.� He had never once taken
anyone anywhere!� That he had done so now
with Edward puzzled her.

Her attention shifted to the far side of the
car as door opened, letting Edward out into the night air.� He was looking off towards the garage first
before he turned and caught sight of her.�

�Hi,� she said, smiling at him over the roof of
the car.�

�Hi,� said Edward, surprise written all over
his face.� Winry smiled wider.� He was so gorgeous.� How could she have ever missed that?� �Is it alright for you to be out of bed?� he
asked, clearly concerned.

�Oh, yeah, it's fine.� Now that I'm off those heavy pain killers,�
remarked Winry, shooting a quick but pointed glance at her brother.

�Well, that's good,� Edward said, closing the
door with a slam.

�So�how have you been?� Winry asked.� She wanted Roy to go away, but didn�t want to be so rude
to say so in front of Edward.� His
presence made her annoyed.

�Good,� said Edward, looking to Roy for a moment then
back at her.� ��

�Say, I was thinking.� We never did get our dance in the solarium,�
said Winry, limping forward, placing herself between Edward and Roy.� �How about we get a bottle of wine instead�I
got some mugs we can use, and we could sit and talk?�

Edward looked to Roy for a moment and Roy to
him, causing Winry to frown in confusion.�
She looked between them uneasily.�
There seemed to be a silent conversation taking place, an undercurrent;
but for the life of her, she couldn't figure out why.� Roy and Edward had never gotten along for as
long as she could remember.� How on earth
could it be happening now?

�Are you going back to the city?� wondered
Winry, looking over the roof of the car at her brother.� Roy�s
continued presence was perturbing to her.�
There was no reason for him to be hanging around.� It was obviously making Edward
uncomfortable.� ��

�I don�t think so, it�s getting late,� answered
Roy coolly.� He looked over at Edward again before
murmuring, �I should go.� Have a good
night, Edward.� �

Winry looked between them again, but as always Roy's emotions were
closed to her, but Edward seemed like he wanted to say something.� Before he could find his voice, Roy was walking towards
the back of the house.� Dismissing her
brother's strange behavior, Winry crossed the remaining distance and took
Edward's hand in her own.�

Finally!�
She had him all to herself.�

�How was the flight?� You went to Los Angeles?�
How was it?� she wondered, giving Edward's warm hand a squeeze.� His hand was so strong.� She could feel the tendons move under her
fingers, making her smile.� Already she
was imagining what those hands would feel like on her delicate skin, how they
would look.�

�It...was good...� said Edward hesitantly.� His gaze dropped to the ground between their
feet for a moment, then lifted to meet her eyes evenly.��

�Great.�
It must have been a bore being with Roy all that time.� He's such a stuffed shirt.� So...� said Winry, misreading the look of
resignation on Edward's face for acceptance and smiled encouragingly.� �What do you say?� Want to go somewhere we can be alone?�

�Um, what's going to happen...between us, I
mean,� mumbled Edward, staring her into her eyes.

�Oh, I don't know.� Anything that comes to mind,� purred Winry
provocatively, giving him a wink to further tease him.

�Is that all?� asked Edward, tilting his head
with his question.� He shifted his weight
so that there was a bit more space between them.� She didn�t like that at all.

�Oh, well I'm sure we can think up something to
keep us entertained,� said Winry, missing the edge in Edward's voice.� She knew that if she could get him alone,
there wouldn't be time for talking.� They
would be very busy doing other things.�

�Actually, I'm kinda tired from the
flight.� Do you mind if I just turn in
for the night?� asked Edward, but it wasn't really a question.� Winry got that much.�

�Aw, really,� whined Winry, putting on her best
pout.� It worked all the time for getting
her way.� Edward wouldn't know what hit
him.� �Just for a little while.� Please.�

�I really shouldn't,� said Edward sadly, but
Winry noted that the tone of his voice didn't match the look in his eyes at all.� He gently pulled his hand from hers and
stepped back, creating distance.��

Undeterred, Winry said, �I won't take no next
time, Edward.�

Smiling weakly at her, Edward gave her hand a
squeeze then took a step towards the garage.�
With a faint nod, he turned strode across the driveway to take the
stairs two at a time.� Winry watched him
walk away, feeling as though she had just let a newly found treasure out of her
sight.�

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From the cover of the shadows, Roy watched his sister and Edward talk quietly
to each other.� It was like his mind was
deathly quiet, but at the same time rushing forward with ideas and plans.� He was surprised to see Winry meet them at
the door and he wondered just how bad it had ruined his plans.�

Watching Edward in the yellow light from the
front porch, how he moved carefully, the unwitting smile that his sister earned
for her efforts...� Roy dropped his gaze to the grass.� He stood there completely still, feeling the
warm breeze lift his hair and carry the murmur of their voices.�

He didn't stay to see if Edward would go with
Winry or not.� He was tried and after
dealing with various tense people on the phone for most of the flight, he
wanted nothing more then to collapse into his bed and just sleep for a few
hours.� Without sparing another glance at
the two, Roy
turned away from the driveway.� For the
next few hours he intended to not think of anything to do with Edward or his
own goals.

--To Be Continued�

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