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The More I Learn to Care For You: Ed's POV	By : squallstorm Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3037 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Chapter 2

Ed glanced around the
restaurant at all the dinners dressed up in their best outfits, and
then down at the menu lying over his plate. “What kind of
stuff do they got here?” he wondered, lifting the menu up to
look it over.

“That's
what the menu is for...”

Ed just rolled his eyes
at the mumbled dig. “Dumb ass,” he mumbled back.

“I'm
sure you'll find something, Ed. It's not like you're that picky.”

“Hmm...the
lamb looks good,” Ed said to himself, as he read the
selections.

“Lamb...that
would fit...”

Ed's head came up almost
too fast, and he glared across the nice table top at Roy. Clenching
his teeth, Ed forced himself to look back down at the menu and ignore
the comment. Ed heard Roy clear his throat and he forced his eyes to
remain on the menu.

“I
think I'm going to get steak...”

“The
chicken also looks good,” Ed mumbled. Tapping his auto-mail
finger on the menu, he tilted his head to the side in thought. Okay,
so this place was ridiculously fancy. Something Roy probably got off
on, but this did not impress Ed at all. In fact, he would have been
much more enthusiastic for a home cooked meal...and holy shit, look
at the price of everything here!

A mass of golden hair
finally slipped away and fell over his shoulder. Reaching around the
back of his head with his left hand, Ed gathered up the hair and
pulled it back with the rest of his length. Auto-mail yanked it all
to hell, and he had decided that he wasn't going to wear his gloves
tonight. He wasn't as self-conscious about it anymore, and If
someone took offense, he'd just tell them off.

“Are
you ready?”

“I
suppose so,” said Ed. He still didn't really know if he felt
like lamb or chicken. The lamb did sound really good, but then Roy
called him short because of it. Maybe the chicken...but he didn't
like the fact that the chicken came with mushrooms. There was
something wrong about eating fungus. Why anyone one would want to
eat something that could just as easily grow on your feet...eck!

Roy looked around and
finally made eye contact with their waiter, and hooked a finger at
him. The waiter promptly came to stand by their table.

“How
are the two of you tonight?” the waiter asked in a polite tone.

“Fine,
thank you.”

Ed
looked up as Roy answered for the both of them. He's
treating me like the girl again,
Ed thought.

“Are
the two of you ready to order? Or would you like me to get you
something to drink while you continue to look over the menu?”
the waiter asked, and focused on Ed.

“Er...both?”
Ed didn't know. Drinks before and during seemed to be pretty normal
to him. Why bother to ask?

It didn't make sense.
Glancing across the table, he hoped Roy could make sense of this.
Roy looked up at the waiter to gain his attention.

“We'd
like to order before-dinner drinks, but we're also ready to order our
dinner.” The waiter nodded and pulled out a small pad of paper
and pencil before looking back at Roy. “For dinner I'll take
the tenderloin with the rosemary potatoes.”

Nodding, the waiter made
a notation in his pad of paper. “And to drink with that?”

Ed looked away from the
waiter and back to Roy. Wondering what he was going to get. Maybe
he could scam some alcohol too.

“Wine.
Red.”

“Of
course. And to drink now?” the waiter asked, looking down at
Roy.

“Negrone.
On the rocks. Tell your bartender not to top it off with soda
either.”

The waiter blinked at
Roy before nodding and then turning towards Ed. “And for you?”

“Er...I
guess I'll have,” Ed trailed off and double checked the menu.
His eyes fell on the lamb. “The lamb.”

Nodding the waiter noted
it on the pad. “And to drink with that?”

“Wine...?”
Ed wondered, and looked over at Roy. He seemed to consider Ed's
request before looking up at the waiter. Ed looked up as well.

“White.”

Ed tried to keep the
smile from spreading across his face, in an effort to appear more
mature. It would really suck if the waiter refused to serve it to
him.

“Of
course,” the waiter answered somewhat hesitantly. “And
for now?” the waiter turned back to Ed.

“Ah...just
some water, please.” Ed picked up the menu and handed to the
waiter.

The waiter nodded and
took Roy's menu as well, then left them alone. Ed turned back to
look at Roy who was smiling at him in the candle light. “Cool,
I thought you were going to shoot me down for trying to get the
wine,” said Ed, with a smile.

“Well,
I don't see why not. I mean, I think you're old enough to handle
it.”

“Well
I am, I'm almost seventeen and a half,” said Ed proudly.

“And
a half, huh?”

Roy just couldn't let
the short jokes alone. In the interest of his New Year's resolution,
he was going to play dumb. “What.” Ed quirked an
eyebrow at him. “What are you smirking for?” Ed asked
innocently. Roy shook his head at him, and wouldn't meet his eyes.

“Nothing...”
Roy glanced around the restaurant before meeting Ed's searching
gaze. “See, it's not so bad Right?”

Yeah,
if pulling teeth was a walk in the park...Ed
mentally snapped back. “It's not so great either...” Ed
hooked his finger over the top of his tie and pulled it down. “This
tie is going to cut off my air supply,” sighed Ed, now that the
slight choking sensation was gone.

“Don't
do that. It's sloppy.”

Ed was about to say
something incredibly witty, but the waiter came back, placing his own
glass of water in front of him first and then putting a large bell
shaped glass in front of Roy, and left with a nod. Ed stared at
Roy's drink and clear red liquid. “What's that? Can I smell
it?” he asked pointing at the alcohol. Roy shrugged and picked
up the glass from the bottom and passed it to his waiting hands.

“It's
a negrone. Has gin, Campari, and sweet vermouth.”

Cradling the delicate
glass in both of his hands, Ed brought the cup to his nose and
sniffed. Well it smelt alright. He could tell that it was strong
alcohol, but he wondered what it might taste like. “Can I
taste it?” he asked. He didn't feel that he should push his
luck and just do it, especially since Roy let him get some wine. Roy
seemed to pause, and Ed hoped that he would say yes.

“I
think it's too much for you. Best you just stick with the wine...”

“Oh,
come on. Just a sip! Please?” whined Ed. He made sure to put
on his very best wounded puppy face to try and sway Roy. Roy sighed
loudly and rubbed a hand through his hair. Classic caving gestures.
Ed grinned all the more, and waited for Roy to verbally give
permission.

“If
you do up your tie...”

Ed
carefully sipped at the reddish liquid, and quickly swallowed what
was in his mouth. It burned its way down his throat. He could
almost feel exactly where it was as it traveled down to his stomach.
Weird
sensation, Ed
thought, and
it doesn't even taste good!
He handed the glass back to Roy and stuck out his tongue. “That's
foul.”

Roy
took the glass from him and waved his other hand at him. Not
bothering to decipher what Roy was trying to tell him, Ed reached for
his glass of water and gulped down a few mouth fulls, trying to wipe
the awful taste from his mouth. How could Roy want
to drink that stuff? Seemed like a waste of money to him. Ed placed
his water back on the table and looked across the room at the other
patrons.

Ed looked back at Roy as
he began to clear his throat and frowning. “Did it burn your
throat too?” Geez, if he couldn't take it, why did he order
it?

“No...I'd
like you to do up your tie...”

“Ah,
right,” Ed nodded. Seems like it really bugged Roy that he was
being...what did he call it? Oh yeah, 'sloppy'. Holding on to the
bottom of his tie with one hand, Ed used the other to work the knot
up the merest faction. He looked back at Roy. “Better?”

“All
the way. It still looks sloppy.”

Roy
frowned deeper making Ed smirk as he spoke. Ed gripped the bottom of
his tie again and worked the knot upwards. He made sure to please
Roy by making the tie look
done up, but there was no way he was going to willing choke himself,
so he left enough room at the top so that he couldn't detect it's
presence. Ed watched as Roy seemed to collect himself before taking
a deep swallow from his foul drink and then smirked at him. He must
have had a dirty thought.

“Of
course, you know I'd love to see that tie undone after dinner.”
Roy's voice dropped suggestively, and Ed leaned in slightly.
“Perhaps at my place?”

“We
can't, remember? We got another destination after this.” Ed
reached out and took another sip from his water. Crap!
Why did I have to make that condition? I really want to have sex,
especially when his voice goes all deep and shit. It's damn sexy.
No way will I let him get away with fucking up my plans if I couldn't
fuck up his,
Ed mentally ranted, which made him feel better. Aannd there's his
shit-eater grin again.

“Oh?
So it's your place instead of mine?”

Ed could see the humor
in his eyes as Roy brought the glass up to his mouth and took another
sip. The dorms?...gross. Never, ever would they have sex there.
“Neither.” Ed picked at his silverware, straightening
them so that they looked more 'fancy'. If possible, Roy grinned even
wider. What a pervert...Ed looked at him from under his bangs.

“Oooh?
Somewhere else? Perhaps my office or...”

Whatever else Roy was
going to say was cut short by the return of the waiter with their
meals. “Does everything look alright?” the waiter asked.

“Sure,
looks great,” said Ed. He was going to answer first for once.
Ed looked down at his 'meal' there was like one
small lamb rib on a equally small pile of rice, and round two
potatoes nestled up beside it. Okay...Ed
thought.

“It
looks fine, thank you.”

Roy had to be lying.
How could this be called a meal? The urge to roll his eyes was too
much, so Ed turned away from the waiter and gave the most exaggerated
eye rolling he could. As soon as the waiter left, Ed picked up his
knife and fork and started shoveling the rice into his mouth. There
might not be much of it, but it was still food.

“Edward!”

Roy hissed at him. What
did he do? “What?” Ed looked up from his plate at Roy
who was looking around the place as if they were being watched. Ed
glanced too but is seemed that no one cared.

“We're
at a nice
place. Perhaps you could try eating
your food instead of inhaling
it?”

“Wasn't
that what I was doing?” Ed frowned and looked back at Roy.
Sighing, Roy picks up his fork and took a small bite of food,
proceeded to chew it slowly and then swallowed, all while maintaining
eye contact with Ed.

“Like
that? You know, small bites, chewing it more then twice before
swallowing...?”

What
the hell! Roy had not only treated him like a girl all
night, he was now talking to him like he was three! Ed drew in a
large breath and held it. Tilting his head to the side, he studied
Roy, who was watching him warily. He slowly released his breath.
“We've been together for a while, right?”

“Yes...”

Turning his head, Ed met
Roy's eyes full on. “You could say, you know me pretty well by
now, right?” Ed waited for Roy's nod. Roy didn't look happy
with him at all, but there was only so much he was going to take, and
at least he hadn't jumped on the table and started shouting. Looking
down at his meal, Ed picked up his knife and fork, cut one of the
small potatoes into an even smaller piece and brought it up to his
mouth.

Staring into Roy's eyes
in a silent challenge, he made sure to chew the potato three times
before swallowing. Placing the knife and fork back on the table, Ed
reached out and took a drink of water to wash it all down before
continuing with his point. “So, if you know me so well...why
are we here where you're trying so hard to change me?”

Roy flinched and looked
away. Ed mentally rejoiced at scoring such an awesome point. Being
calm seemed to have its advantages. Roy reached out for his bell
glass and downed the reaming liquid in one go, before he would meet
Ed's steady gaze.

“I'm
not trying to change
you...I just want you to act...” Roy waved his hand before
shaking his head. “While we're in the restaurant...”
Roy sighed, and Ed felt a pang of regret that he hadn't just let the
matter drop and done as he was told. Damn stupid pride.
“Fine...whatever. Act how you want, Ed.”

Ed leaned back in his
chair, and watched Roy cut off a section of steak. He felt like
shit. Why couldn't he ever say anything right? Looking down at his
lap, Ed laced his fingers together and squeezed, making his left hand
ache with pain. He could almost feel the resentment coming off of
Roy in waves.

“Excuse
me, I got to go to the washroom,” said Ed in his most polite
voice, trying to make up for his horrible behavior. He pushed the
chair back so that he could stand and then replaced it under the
table. Ed stared at Roy as he continued to eat without meeting his
gaze.

Shifting his weight to
the other foot, Ed forced all emotion from his face. At his
movement, Roy finally looked at him, and frowned, his lips in a tight
line. Crap! He pushed too much. Rolling his shoulders to ease the
tension, Ed simply left without looking back.

Making his way to the
bar, Ed stopped a waiter to ask where the bathroom was, and then
headed off in the direction indicated. Ed weaved through the dinners
and the tables slowly, his hands thrust into his pants pockets. So
maybe being calm wasn't enough for a New Year's resolution, maybe he
should add tact.

Pushing open the heavy
door to the men's washroom, Ed looked around in awe. Beautiful
marble counter tops, plush hand towels, free combs, and...aftershave?
Okay...that one was a little weird. Ed made sure he was alone and
then walked over to the sink to look at himself in the mirror. He
might be seventeen but he was acting like idiot, not like an adult at
all. Why did Roy want to be with him when he continually caused
strife everywhere he went? Especially in Roy's personal life. This
was the night from hell.

Hopefully things would
be better once they got to the hall. Roy would enjoy that, Ed was
sure. He smiled a little at what he had planned. He couldn't wait.
Smoothing his hair back over his shoulders, Ed double checked his
attire and straightened out his jacket. Satisfied, Ed strolled back
to the door.

Looking over the dinning
room as he walked, Ed's gaze landed on Roy, who was watching him make
his way back. The skin around Ed's eyes tightened with trepidation.
He was going to get chewed out for sure, and he deserved it. He
pulled out his chair from under the table and took his seat. Ed
stared at his lap unable to meet his penetrating gaze.

“Ed...”

Ed lifted his gaze,
ready for whatever Roy was going to dish out.

“I'm...I'm
sorry.”

Ed released the breath
he didn't know he was holding. As soon as Roy looked him in the
eyes, he felt okay again. Looking down at his plate, he pushed the
hair that slid over his shoulder back. “That's alright...”
This sensitive stuff was hard, he wanted to tell Roy that it was all
his fault and Roy hadn't really done anything, but the words didn't
come. To hide his awkwardness, Ed reached out to finally taste his
wine.

Roy shook his head at
him. “No...it isn't. You're right.” Whoa, he was
right? Ed didn't know what to make of that. “I have been
trying to change you. I guess...I don't really know how to say this,
but frankly you've been acting more of an adult tonight then I have.
It's...different. I'm used to you blowing up at everything, but
you've been rather calm all evening, and...”

Roy
picked up his wine glass and scowled at it before replacing it on the
table. Ah,
here it comes, he's going to say that he can't take my shit anymore,
fretted Ed. “And?” said Ed, very faintly. Roy ran a
hand through his hair and smiled at him, and Ed breathed.

“And...it's
rather becoming...You not only look like an adult, you've been acting
like one as well, I just didn't recognize it right away. So...”
paused Roy, “I hope you'll...forgive...me...”

Holy shit! That was
like, an 'apology'. A sarcastic remark really wanted to come out of
his mouth to try and lighten the mood. More like their old back and
forth banter.

“You
know, your hair looks really nice down...” continued Roy.

Looking down at his
unfinished meal, Ed chewed on the inside of his lip. “Well...after
the phone call...I was thinking...it takes a lot of energy to be
mad...so I thought—never mind...thanks, I'm glad you're
recognizing the fact that I'm growing up...” Ah, he couldn't
resist. “Must suck now that you can't be a pedophile anymore,”
said Ed, grinning evilly. The comment worked, Roy looked totally
taken aback by that.

“Fuck
you, Ed.”

Ed smiled at the humor
in Roy's his voice. That was more like it!

“Are
you going to drink that wine or just keep it around for looks?”

Snickering at Roy he
picked up the glass and moved it out of his reach. “Just for
looks, get your own,” said Ed, taking a sip. “How about
we get out of here and onto our next stop...I know you're dying to
see what I have planned,” suggested Ed, smirking. Roy frowned
at him.

“I'm
only dying to know if it involves you under me moaning and panting,
and begging for more.”

“It
doesn't,” said Ed. He frowned. Well there were things that
were like that, actually. “Well I suppose you could do
something like that...but all those people might take offense.”
Ed smirked at Roy's unhappy frown. He didn't know how much fun they
were in for.

--To be Continued--

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