Pens

So, I was told to update, and ever obedient, I wrote another chapter. Not sure if it'll be as much fun as the first, because it wasn't planned, but I'll try really hard. Any suggestions are welcome. I just realized there is a lot of talking, I won't say plot, in this chapter. There are fun things coming, I promise.
Disclaimer: blah blah own nothing, you can figure out the rest
Warnings: yaoi (duh), oral, anal, we'll see if anything else pops into my head

Pens: Chapter 2

Roy wandered on his way home, wondering what would be the best way to get back into Ed's good graces. Or at least not have to sleep on the couch.

He hadn't seen Ed since that morning and had assumed he was at Al's but Al had gone. He left for Ressembol*, and since Havoc had driven him to the station, Roy knew Ed hadn't accompanied him.

Roy wasn't sure if he should look for his young lover or just head home and hope he'd gotten bored wherever he was hiding and gone home as well. Stopping for supper seemed like a really good plan, Ed was partial to food and would at least look at him if he had some. Ed's favorite restaurant was on the way home, so Roy decided to stop and get noodles with meat sauce(Ed's favorite) and chat with Christy, the owner. Somehow, Ed had become friends with the 40 year old and often stopped for lunch. He also, much to Roy's annoyance, told her everything, and Roy often felt she knew more about heir relationship than he did.

The petite redhead waved and greeted him with, “Boy, are you in trouble!” Roy plastered on a cocky smirk, “Aren't I always?”

“Not like this. He almost bit me when i asked how you were. Still wouldn't talk about it, even after he was fed.” She grinned at him and started packing up Ed's favorite; noodles, sauce, a piece of garlic bread with cheese, and a small quiche.

'Wait, quiche? We've never gotten quiche before.' “Christy, what's the quiche for?”

“It's a secret weapon.” she winked, “Ed really likes it. I snuck it onto his plate last month and he's been eating it for lunch almost every day. He didn't want you to know for some reason, was always watching the window and hid if he saw you. You two are a good pair, so I'm gonna help you this one time. After this, you're on your own, honey.”

Roy considered for a moment. “Hey, I've been in for lunch lots of times and haven't seen him. You guys were hiding him from me!”

“Not hiding, just not pointing him out. Everyone is entitled to a few secrets, Colonel, even him. You don't need to know every little thing. Now, that's 22.34. Get home and apologize.” She smiled at him and waved as he left, lost in his own world.

'I can't believe he kept a secret for a whole month. Maybe he's growing up? Hmmm, unlikely. Still...I wonder what else he's been hiding.” He wandered in the general direction of home, walking down two alleys and up to the neighbor's house before getting to his own doorway.

At his door, the famous Flame Alchemist paused, quailing a bit at the prospect of facing the blond's fury, but sincerely hoping he was there anyways. Roy took a deep breath and opened the door cautiously, looking for traps, particularly water ones. It had happened before, water placed above the door and an attack while he was helpless. But, not this time. Silence greeted him. Ed's boots were in front of the door, partially blocking it, a sure sign of annoyance, and while his red coat was hung up, his black one was on Roy's favorite chair, something Roy hated. Alright then, he was in major trouble. The chair was only abused during the worst tempers.

Roy hung their coats and put away both pairs of shoes. He took supper into the kitchen, noting that it was clean; Ed hadn't eaten yet. A good sign, he had been waiting for Roy to bring him supper. Hopefully. Or he was just so pissed off he forgot. The table was set and Roy wandered the house briefly to locate his annoyed lover. The door to the main bedroom was closed and locked, so he knocked quietly. “Ed? I brought supper, your favorite.”

“Fuck you. I already ate.” was the reply, muffled but still clearly ticked off.

“Now Ed, don't lie. The kitchen is clean and there are no dirty dishes, so you obviously haven't eaten since you got home. And I happen to know that you didn't take money with you today. Come on out and have supper. You need to eat so you can grow.” Oops, that slipped out. But, the door opened a bit, framing a red faced blond.

“You bastard, maybe I did the dishes.” Roy snorted, “And who are you calling so small a missed meal would make him float away?” The small blond moved to slam the door shut, not seeing Roy's foot in the doorway. Unfortunately, Roy forgot he was in his sock feet, and the door slammed onto his unprotected foot. A nasty crunch was heard right before...

“AAAAHHHH!! You goddamn brat, just for that, I'm gonna eat your supper, including the quiche I got you! Come out when you can act like a human being.” Roy limped down the hall, swearing and muttering.

Half an hour later, Roy was sitting at the kitchen table, staring at his untouched food. He was silently berating himself for letting Ed get to him like that, but then, he always had. That was why they were in this position in the first place. He just hadn't been able to resist the young man; his gorgeous body, his fiery nature. *Sigh* As soon as his foot stopped throbbing, he'd try again. After all, it had been an accident, Ed would never hurt him on purpose.

A quiet shuffle at the door drew his attention. Ed peeked around the edge, preceded by his long bangs. Wide gold eyes took in Roy's untouched dinner and his propped up foot. He swallowed, “Is, uh, is your foot ok?” He sidled into the kitchen, watching for signs of forgiveness or condemnation.

Roy smiled a bit and motioned the young man over. “Nothing is broken, it'll be alright. Are you hungry now?” He slid his arms around Ed, reassuring him that it was ok.

Ed hugged him back, grateful he hadn't fucked it up. “Um, your pen is on your desk, I wasn't really gonna keep it.” A small fib, but if it made things better, he'd risk it. He eyed the meal on the table. “Is there still some for me?” Roy let him go and motioned him into the chair across from him while serving a large portion. As usual, it was inhaled and the plate held out for more. Roy gave him a piece of quiche as well as noodles, and watched the noodles disappear. The quiche met a much slower fate, bite by bite.

Roy took the rare opportunity of being able to actually see Ed eating to watch his face, the enjoyment and pleasure irresistible. He ate his own meal quickly, watching Ed the entire time. When they were done, the younger alchemist took the dishes to the sink and rinsed them, returning to sit across from his older lover. Roy motioned him over to his side.

He urged Ed into his lap, holding him lightly. “Are you still mad about this morning?” His hands stroked up and down, brushing against the smooth sides and chest.

“Damn right I am! How could you do that? It was completely unfa...mmf” Roy's mouth swallowed the words, licking them away with his tongue. He nuzzled at Ed's neck while he tried to get his breath back. When Ed tried to push away, his hands were captured and pulled behind him, arching him into Roy's body. Soft moans slipped past his lips as the soft tongue slid up his neck and over the shell of his ear.

Flat chests rubbed together and Ed's ass slid over Roy's erection, bringing gasps from them both. Roy fumbled for his shirt buttons, not letting Ed go. He finally got his shirt open and shrugged it off one arm, then switched hands quickly to remove it completely. He started to work on removing Ed's shirt before realizing he had to let go to pull it over his head. A frustrated groan was followed by ripping material. Ed's started to wiggle, “My shirt! That's my favorite, you bastard!”

“Hold still, fix it later.” Roy pushed him more firmly against his chest and slid his free hand down the smooth back, lightly scratching at the sensitive skin. He tugged the ruined shirt down Ed's arms, trapping them behind his back. Roy's hands settled on Ed's butt and lifted him high, urging his legs to straddle the chair, and his lover. When he was settled, Roy arched up a bit to rub their erections together. Ed stiffened and his head rolled back onto his shoulders, exposing his neck to Roy's mouth.

The active tongue licked over the delicate pulse, behind the small ear, and down to the metal joining. Scars ridged the area and were particularly sensitive to breaths and nibbling, which Roy provided in abundance. Ed's gasps and moans were growing in strength, his hips moving against Roy's. His hands wiggled free, running over Roy's chest, brushing pale nipples. Their mouths met, tongues dancing and teasing. They explored each other, familiar but new each time, uncharted territory waiting to be discovered.

Roy pushed his hips up to get his pants off, almost losing his focus when their clothed cocks rubbed firmly together. Ed simply clapped and slapped his hands on both pairs of pants, leaving unraveled threads to fall to the ground. Ed fastened his attention on Roy's nipples, nipping sharply when the older man tried to move him back up to his mouth. Roy changed focus and slid his hands to the blond's groin, combing soft curls and wrapping around the hard length. Ed cried and jerked, thrusting into the strong hand around him. A few strokes were all it took before he was arching backwards under his orgasm.

After Ed's breathing had slowed, smooth hands urged him to his feet, dipping into the fluid on his stomach. The brunette moved his head down and took him in his mouth while slick fingers pressed gently at his small opening. One finger slid in smoothly, pressing and retreating before a second was added. Light thrusts moved both in deep, curling a bit to find just the right spot.

The mouth on his cock sucked softly, curling that talented tongue around the head and down his entire length. Ed hardened quickly, the wet heat and fullness urging him on. Soon, he was pushing into Roy's mouth, demanding more with little grunts. Roy added a third finger, stretching his partner completely before pulling away abruptly. Those little noises always shoved him to the edge and he needed to be inside. He tugged on Ed's hips, pulling them forward and down, settling himself at the opening and sliding in smoothly. Tight and hot, every time, no matter how many times they did this, it was always as tight and hot as the first time.

They shivered together, close, but not wanting it to end. Roy fondled Ed gently, sliding his fingers up and down the smooth shaft, tracing designs and following the ridges. They moved together, Ed using his toes to push himself up and Roy flexing his hips to meet him on the way down. They sped up, faster, deeper, their mouths meeting, murmuring words of love against each others lips. The older man felt himself falling over the edge and firmly grasped his lover's shivering rod, stroking him quickly to completion. Ed tightened around him, squeezing him as they came. Shouts echoed through the room and soft breathing followed as they relaxed into each other.

Roy slid out and sat, holding his precious gold-eyed blond. “I love you, you know.”

“Yeah, me too. But, I'm still mad at you.” Ed smiled down at him, “It takes more than food and sex to pacify me.”

The older alchemist just smiled and held him closer. At least he wasn't sleeping on the couch tonight.

* I don't know how to spell it and am too lazy to go look.
A/N: Now that I've finished, I find that I enjoy this chapter more; there is some actual plot, not much, but it exists, and something new about Ed, which I think is neat. I'm rambling, so I'll finish up quickly. What can I say, I never really saw Roy as a talker during sex, and while Ed is a talker, during sex or no, I don't see him talking to himself. Therefore, no dialog during sex. And, special thanks to KousukeAsazuki, SchuldigLiebe and Natasha, I really appreciate the feedback and I hope you enjoy this little offering. Oh, and this is it for this piece I think, I'm working on a longer one, hopefully I'll finish this week, but no promises.