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

Been reading a lot of classic/modern literature lately
(Virginia Woolfe, Ray Bradbury, Kingsly Amis, Mordecai Richler, Jane Austin)
and noted an interesting fact about punctuation.� Punctuation is as much an art
as the writing itself.� It is not merely technical (though there is a
technically to it) but it is a tool to add importance and feeling to the
story.� Thus, I have tried to implement this �new� revelation in my chapter.��

Sakuya � Difficult characters are difficult.� How do
I keep them in line?� I beat them up and if that does not work, I have to
plead, stroke, flatter and bribe.� In Roy�s case, I had to write that chapter
over several times until we (Roy and I) were both happy.� Sheesh�he�s difficult
sometimes, but thankfully, not often.�

Thanks for all the b-day wishes :3

Chapter 28

Roy glanced down into Edward�s eyes and became momentarily
mesmerized by their golden color.� Could he have forgotten how rich they shone
already?� Or had he undervalued the way that they constantly shifted color?�
And they became livelier as the brows lowered and the light from the street
glinted in a dangerously exciting way.� Roy smiled in delight.� That he had
almost given this up was now unimaginable.� He would never get enough.� He
enjoyed just watching Edward; seeing him smile.� ��

�What the fucking hell�what are you doing here?� demanded
Edward, yanking his arm out of Roy�s hold.�

A shiver of fear raced up Roy�s spine to see that his joy
was not mirrored in Edward�s response to his presence.� His smile faded in the
face of Edward�s fury.� He held his ground however when Edward took an
aggressive step towards him looking truly dangerous.�

�I asked you a fuckin� question, Mustang!� What the hell are
you doing here?� You have no right!�� Edward�s voice rose with each demanding
question.�

�And who the hell pushes strangers around?� asked the other
man stepping forward and crowding Roy.�

Glaring at the interloper, Roy addressed Edward never taking
his eyes off the taller, border man.� �I don�t want to do this in front of your
�friend�.� Is there somewhere we can talk about this?� asked Roy, finally
breaking off the glare to look back down at Edward�s angry face.� He made sure
to put as much disdain as he could on the word friend so that the stranger was
in little doubt that he wasn�t happy to have him here.�

�What for, huh?� What could you say that you didn�t already
make perfectly clear in your lobby?� Huh!� Tell me; I�m dying to know what�s so
fucking important that you followed me all the way here.�

�What�s so important?� Edward�� Roy reached for his arm.�
�Please�� Edward�s frown deepened, looking more confused and wary now then
angry.� He could feel the tension in Edward�s arm as he held his bicep.� He
wished he had more of a stronger build.� The other man was almost as tall as
him, but he had much more muscle.� Between the two of them, they could do as
much damage as they wanted to Roy and mostly likely not even break a sweat.�
Winry�s crass comment about letting Edward hit him in repayment seemed now
strangely relevant.� ��

�After what you did to Edward; I don�t think so, jackass!�
You should just go home and leave him alone or else I�ll have to teach you what
it means to hurt my loved ones!�

�Loved ones?�� Roy looked between Edward and the stranger.�
The taller man was standing close to Edward�s shoulder, glaring at him and
Edward looked perfectly at ease with the closeness.� �Edward, no�� That can�t
be true, you belong to me.� Please, can�t we go somewhere to talk?�� He wanted
to drag Edward away from the other person, but didn�t want to escalate this
into a tug-of-war.�

�Don�t touch him,� growled the stranger, cutting a hand down
across Roy�s forearm and drawing Edward away from him.� He felt the separation
physically right down to his gut.� �Com�on Edward, leave this bastard alone.�
You need to lie down.��

�Look, whoever you are, I got nothing to say to you, so why
don�t you just run along; Edward and I have a lot to talk about.�� Roy rubbed a hand along his bruised forearm, wanting to lash back but feeling impotent to
do anything.

�You got some fucking nerve coming here and bossing me
around, you worthless piece of dog shit!�� The man strode forward and shoved Roy violently.

�I could ruin you if I decided to take notice of someone
like you,� growled Roy, stumbling back under the strong push.� Adrenaline was
coursing through his blood, making him shake but not back down.

��Someone like me�?� Someone like me, he says.� And what the
fuck does something like that mean?� Are you threatening me��

�Oh, don�t even think about it.� You shoved me first, that�s
assault.� I could ruin you.�

�As if, you were the one who put his hands on me
first��

�Alright; enough!��

Edward�s shout brought them both up short.� Turning away
from the man he was auguring with, Roy found Edward standing with his feet
planted, his fists balled, and a deep angry flush across his cheeks glaring
from him to the other man and back.�

�I�ve had it with both you; I�m done!�� Reaching out, Edward
took his suitcase from the other man and made for the door.�

�Oh�wait, Edward��

�Shut up, Russell!� snapped Edward, shooting a dirty glare
over his shoulder.�

Roy didn�t take heed of the dangerous tone in Edward�s
voice, and where the other man�Russell; that was Russell?�backed down, he moved
forward and gripped Edward�s shoulders with both of his hands.� He desperately
wanted to draw the man back against his body, but Edward was rigid and tense in
his hold.

�Please, Edward, I really need to talk to you.� I have been
blind to everything and I just need to talk to you, please.�

�What do you want from me, Mustang?� I didn�t take your
fucking money, so there�s nothing for you now.� You got your precious merger
all looked after; let go��

�I didn�t understand before; please, can�t we go somewhere and
talk?�

�I�m not going anywhere with you,� said Edward, turning in Roy�s hold and taking a step back.� �But this should be a real trip; so go on, tell me oh
great Mustang, why you came all the way here just to �talk�, hm?�� The
condescending tone in Edward�s voice rankled Roy�s straining temper. He
struggled not to match the tone in Edward�s voice and stay calm, but the longer
this went on, the more Roy found that he was reacting to it.�

�I came here, Edward,� began Roy, slowly, trying to keep his
voice neutral.� If he had to do this on the street in front of Edward�s friend,
then so be it.� �In order to talk to you; to say that I�m a bastard and a fool;
I�m blind and it took you leaving like that for me to realize just how much I��

�You what?� snapped Edward, crossing his arms across his
chest.

Roy swallowed and took a deep breath.� He looked into those
fascinating golden eyes that were flashing so and felt his heart clench.� �That
I�� mumbled Roy, transfixed.� �That I�I�m in love with you��

Edward gasped and took another step back as though he�d been
hit.� Worriedly, Roy sucked in his bottom lip and held it between his teeth.� Saying
it aloud made it sound absurd and foolish.� Oh, what was he doing here?� Suddenly,
he was pushed aside and Russell was glaring at him with venom.�

�What a cheap trick!� said Russell, looking Roy up and down with disdain.

A deep flush spread over Roy�s face.� �It�s no trick, I
guarantee it!� Ever since I last saw you, Edward, I was confused by my
feelings.� You infuriate me with your ability to upset my plans and you are
constantly changing my rules.� You wormed your way into my life and, yes, even
my heart and now I�m begging, begging you Edward, for a second chance to
show you; yes I�m a fool, but I want to be with you.� I want to love you and
have you love me back, and I want to do mundane things with you.� I especially
want to watch you do more martial arts because you are grace incarnate when you
move and I could watch you do that forever and never get bored.� I even started
to set up an inner city program to teach kids martial arts after seeing the
tournament; and I want to run my hands through your hair while it smells like
my shampoo and I want to spoil you, rub your back when you�re sore�� I want to
take care of you and I want�� I want it all, and all I�m asking is�for a
chance�a chance�so that� �

Roy�s speech stumbled to a halt.� Confessing his feelings
had liberated his embarrassment over his admission of love and allowed them to
be validated.� His face still felt warm from Russell�s comment and a great wave
of tiredness spread through his body in a slow crawl that made him feel like
he�d not slept in several days.� Both Edward and Russell were giving him
strange looks and he was on the verge of calling it a day for now.�

This was going nowhere and he wanted to lie down for a while
and just not think.� It felt like he�d been thinking about Edward forever and
he just wanted to take a break.� In the course of five minutes, he had
humiliated himself so completely and shamelessly that he doubted he had an
ounce of pride left to even worry about it.� Edward was looking at him
incredulously and he was sure that he deserved that too.� After all the mind
games he had used on Edward it was no wonder he doubted him now.�

Roy sighed.� �Look, I know that you don�t believe me but I�m
not going anywhere.� If you won�t talk to me tonight, I�ll leave�for now.�
Please think about what I said and I�ll see you tomorrow.�� Roy turned to
Russell and nodded solemnly at him.� �I apologize for being rough with you.�

His only answer was a narrowing of blue eyes.� Roy could read the hatred there but the feeling of dislike ran both ways.� He happened to
hate the thought that this man had touched Edward first.� Taking a step back,
then another, Roy turned and retrieved his case from the dark store front.� He
looked once more at Edward and saw that Russell, that annoying little weasel,
had cozyed up to him again with an arm resting over top of his shoulders in an
easy friendliness but Roy saw that he was only doing that to annoy him.� His
mind growled possessively at the sight.

Gritting his teeth hard, Roy strained under those
territorial feelings, pushing them back and didn�t try to force them apart like
he wanted to.� His gaze landed on Edward and stayed there.� There was still a
high flush sweeping over Edward�s cheeks and his eyes were bright with
emotions.� It was then that Roy noticed that Edward was swaying unsteadily and
his eyes were slightly dazed looking and he connected Russell�s comment about
lying down with the fact that Edward was showing all the signs of being drunk
or was recovering from that state.� He wanted to inquire why he had drunk so
much, but his welcome was worn out.� Roy suspected that he was somehow the
cause of Edward�s current state but he had to leave now.� With a slight nod at
Edward, Roy turned and began to walk slowly down the street.� He�d get a taxi
at a busier intersection and find a hotel somewhere close and he�d be back
first thing tomorrow.

--

Shocked would be the appropriate term for what Edward felt
at this moment�this totally fucking surreal moment!� His anger at seeing Roy so suddenly had been completely opposite to the fierce joy that twisted his gut, but
anger won and he had lashed out.� Now he was watching Roy walk away with only some
half-assed promise to see him tomorrow.� But he didn�t want to wait for
tomorrow.� He wanted to have Roy back now but he couldn�t trust a single
word that came out of Roy�s mouth because he�d done that already and it had
been a very hard lesson�but he wanted Roy to touch him again�� His shoulders
felt tingly and warm from where those hands had held him.� Uncertainty kept his
feet glued to the sidewalk and Russell�s presence seemed like an anchor.��

�What a fucking jerk,� bitched Russell peevishly.� �I can�t
believe that�s the guy who did that to you.� What�s he playing at coming here
like this?�� Edward didn�t answer.� Roy was getting further away by the moment
and he rocked on the balls of his feet, half about to run after Roy, half debating to stay.

�Don�t know,� mumbled Edward.�

�Hey, sorry for jumping in like that, but he was pissing me
off, you know?�

Edward nodded; tearing his eyes from Roy�s diminishing back
and sighing.� The ground had opened up beneath him and was falling away so that
there was nothing for him to stand on and no one for him to turn to.� He was of
two minds about the whole Roy issue�and what he�d said about him!� Was that
true?� Was it another trick?� He had to get into his apartment and think this
over.� He needed to think!

�Thanks for the ride, Russell,� said Edward woodenly, taking
his case into his hand and turning towards the door of his apartment building.�
He slipped out from under the arm around his shoulders.

�Ah�wait!� called Russell.� Edward turned back, looking at
him questioningly.� �Aren�t I coming up?� he asked uncertainly.

�I don�t think so,� reply Edward.� He turned back to the
door.�

�Wait!�

�

�Yes?�� Edward looked once more at Russell.�

�Well�� About that guy; are you going to tell him to leave you
alone when he comes back tomorrow?� Do you want me to stay just incase he gets
outta hand?�

Without even considering it, Edward answered no, leaving
Russell in little doubt that he was free to leave now.� There were a few more
attempts to get him to talk, to stall in case Edward might change his mind and
invite Russell up.� But when it became clear that the invitation wasn�t coming,
Russell then promised to come by in the morning �just in case that bastard
shows up again�.� Not that Edward thought he�d need Russell because he was sure
he could take care of himself and Roy didn�t know anything about fighting.�
Nothing Russell said could dissuade him though, so he just let it go.� He
needed�wanted�to get into his apartment and just absorb what had taken place
and figure out what to make of it all.�

He�d only left just two weeks ago and his place was already
stuffy from being shut up for so long.� Dropping his luggage on the couch,
Edward went about his apartment opening all the windows to let in the warm, night
spring air.�

I�m begging, begging you Edward, for a second
chance�

Edward flopped back onto his sofa and threw his arms out
along the back.� His case fell into his thigh but he paid it no mind.� That tie
Roy was wearing�� It was the same one he had been wearing the last time he�d
seen him�he was sure of it.

I was confused by my feelings.�

Toeing off his shoes, Edward kicked them towards the general
direction of the door, listening dispassionately as they crashed against the coat
closet and the front door.� With a sigh, he lifted his feet and slammed them
down on the coffee table.

You are grace incarnate when you move and I could watch
you do that forever and never get bored.

A pleased warmth spread over Edward�s face.� So, Roy liked to watch him, eh?� He wouldn�t mind showing off for Roy as often as he could.�
No, no!� He can�t let him in that easy�oh, fuck, he was already in, and Edward
was ready to forgive him.� He couldn�t be that easy.� He needed to make Roy suffer for his underhanded actions.

I want to take care of you and I want�� I want it all,
and all I�m asking is�for a chance�a chance�so that�

Boy, Roy had looked rough.� The dark stubble-shadow along
his jaw and the mussed up hair; his clothes were rumbled and no longer showed
him as a neat and put-together business man that Edward was the most familiar
with.� Had he done that?� Edward smiled at the ceiling.� He had broken through Roy�s armor and brought him low, made him beg.� He was happy that he had done that.� It
must mean that Roy was telling the truth�right?

That I�I�m in love with you�

Dare he even believe that Roy had meant that?� Could anyone
look as wreaked as that, and fake those feelings, that emotion in his voice if
it weren�t true?� Oh, God�if it was true�� Edward sprang to his feet and began
to pace from the window to his kitchen.� So what if it was true!� Roy had hurt him�bad!� He had twisted his feelings into a knot and used that to his
financial advantage.� How could he in good conscience let Roy have his way again,
as always, and forgive him just like that?� He was mad to even consider it.�
What he should do was foil Roy�s plans so that he didn�t get his way.�
This could be his chance to make Roy see what an ass he�s been all his life.�
Yeah, that sounded like a great idea.� That would really show him!�

Yeah, when Roy came back tomorrow (if he was even telling
the truth about coming back tomorrow) he�d make it so that Roy wouldn�t get his
way and he wouldn�t do what Roy wanted.� Nope, no way, no how was he going to
let Roy get the chance he wanted.� He would show him, that�s for sure.

--

Roy opened his eyes slowly.� The dim light showing between
his poorly closed curtains told him that it was still too early to think about
being awake.� But seeing as he hadn�t even fallen asleep so far, he might as
well think about getting up and getting ready.� Though his body was tired and
his mind was tired, even still he forced himself up out of bed and into the
bathroom.�

He stood in front of the mirror, looking at his worn, tried
face.� His fitful rest showed in around his eyes, making him look haggard and
dreary.� Placing his hands on the counter top, Roy leaned towards the mirror
and studied his face.�

�Not going to win anyone with this kind of face, Roy,� he mumbled to his refection.� Rubbing a hand over his face, his palm rasping over
his stubble and up into his hair did little to wake him or make him feel more
alert.� He began to rummage through his shaving bag, pulling forth his razor
and shaving cream and got to work on making himself at least appear
presentable.�

The razor scraped down his cheek, the sound of it somehow
soothing and grating at the same time.� Roy wondered if Edward needed to shave
very often.� He didn�t really recall if Edward had done so while they shared
the hotel room, but neither did he watch what Edward did every moment while
they were together.� But Edward with facial hair might be really sexy.� Judging
by how well Edward�s father, Hohenheim, had aged and how well his beard looked
on his driver, he could imagine Edward looking even better and more youthful
even with facial hair.

�Ah, fuck!� cursed Roy, hissing at his reflection and the
small nick he�d inflicted on himself.� He titled his head to the side and
pressed a finger against the cut just under his chin.� Not only had he swore,
something he rarely if ever did, he had cut himself because of his
inattention.� Edward was distracting him again and he wasn�t even here.�
Lifting his finger off the wound only allowed it to seep more blood, so he
replaced the finger and pressed.� �

Roy sighed.� He hoped that he could get Edward to talk to
him today.� Part of his unease last night as he tried�and failed�to fall asleep
was wondering if Edward would consent see him today.� He hoped that a night apart
to rest would set them both in a better state of mind to meet and talk.� As
well as he was could read body language and read Edward, he couldn�t tell how
his confession affected its intended audience.� Perhaps he was too close to
read Edward like he had, and almost; he was glad if that was the case.� It was
by reading Edward so well that he�d gotten here in the first place.� Maybe
going at it blind was the best thing for him now.�

He checked the small wound and saw that it had stopped
bleeding, so he resumed his shaving.� Once he finished up, he quickly rinsed
his face and striped out of his sleep pants in preparation for the shower.� He
could only say again what was in his heart if�when�he got to talk to Edward.�
After that, it was up to Edward to decide if they were to move forward together
or�not�and Roy didn�t like to think about that option if he could help it.

--

The sun was warm and the wind soft.� The people of Paris moved quickly to their tasks, but also they didn�t.� Roy sat at a small open air
caf� and sipped his rich, bitter coffee and wondered over this aspect of the
Parisian nature, that they hurried and yet didn�t at the same time.� They
looked perfectly relaxed as they walked but they rushed.� This was a
fascinating subject to puzzle over as he sipped at his drink and picked at his
croissant.� New Yorkers just hurried and hurried, but Persians looked relaxed
too.� There was none of the usual grouchiness that he was used to hearing on
the streets back home.� It was rather nice to see people enjoying the morning.

Roy had stopped for his breakfast near to Edward�s apartment
for its convenience only.� But he wondered if this might be some place that
Edward frequented often.� Perhaps he had sat at this very table, writing in his
journal that he mentioned.� It was only seven-thirty but there were a lot of
people moving about on the street.� The metro entrance just around the corner
was busy.� He watched idly, feeling misplaced.�

Sipping at the rich drink, Roy glanced around at the
people.� In a way, they were no different from the people in New York.� And
everywhere he looked, he saw beautiful men and women, dressed in a seemingly
effortless good fashion.� Spring was in full tilt here, whereas spring back
home was still just coming into being.� Flowers bloomed in profusion and the
air was rich with baking, coffee, and the scent of flowers; the sounds of the
busy city and the chirping birds added to the sense of life returning.� Edward
had done well in choosing to come here.� He could see how one could learn how
to become more outgoing in an environment like this one.� He could also see
that he could learn how to slow down and relax here.� Maybe�if Edward
decided he didn�t want anything to do with him, Roy would stay and take a long,
well deserved vacation.� It wasn�t like he had to rush back to the office now
that Winry had control of the company.�

Roy continued to search the crowds, but it wasn�t until he
spotted a blond�a woman�that he realized who he was searching for.� He had been
unconsciously searching for Edward all this time, without even realizing it.�
Oh, he had it bad.� Being a business man for so long, he couldn�t help
but plan for every eventuality.� Or, he should say, every eventuality that he
could think of.� He was sure Edward, when they finally met again would throw
all this plans into chaos.� Anyway, he could only make plans for himself and
take the rest as it came.� Edward was teaching him that and he wasn�t even here
to gloat at him.�

He hoped at least Edward would hear him out and let him say
his piece.� If that didn�t happen, he�d have to gage how angry Edward was to
determine if he should avoid him for a while so he could cool down, or if he
should try and win him over�date him, for lack of a better word, but he almost
thought of them as being beyond dating�� But he mustn�t get ahead of himself.�
He hadn�t even talked to Edward yet and he was making assumptions.� He must
limit himself to only facts and projected reactions.�

First thing he wanted to do upon seeing Edward again (aside
from kissing him senseless) was to apologize again for his horrid behavior and
treatment.� After that, Edward�s reactions would play a major role in what
happened next.� If Edward allowed him to talk further, he planned on telling
him just how much he had changed since that night in the solarium and was still
changing.� If he could just love him and let him be with Edward, he was sure
that he could be a man worthy of Edward.� But if Edward shut him down and
denied him the chance to talk, he�d even go so far as getting down on his knees
and begging.� No humiliation was too little for the chance at forgiveness.

Taking his eyes from the passing people, Roy glanced at his
wrist watch and was shocked to learn that it was now eight-thirty.

--

�It�s eight-thirty,� said Russell in answer to Edward�s
question.�

Edward nodded absently, not wholly paying much attention to
the answer, or the surroundings.� He had pulled his armchair up to the window
so he could look out at the city (to watch the street and the door).� Russell
had showed up as promised bright and early at seven this morning.� Looking
fresh and anxious, he came in with a bag of freshly baked pan de chocolat
with rich, melted, dark chocolate in the middle that threatened to spill with
every bite and while he picked at his pastry Russell inhaled his.��

Maybe he�d go out for one of his walks.� He should get a new
notebook and write down every silly, sad thought he had.� Perhaps he was making
too much out this situation.� Not much had actually happened to him�really?�
Only his feelings were slightly bruised.� No actual investment in time or
giving of his body had taken place.� They�him and Roy�had been on the very cusp
of a relationship or whatever it may have been�but they hadn�t crossed that
line, so�what was there to be upset about?� He didn�t take the money or the
apartment, so his pride was intact�mostly.� He hadn�t slept with Roy, so his body was intact.� He hadn�t compromised himself in anyway, really.� But he
still felt as if he�d been wronged on a deeper level beyond what had happened.�

It was probably because he wanted more from Roy then what he�d gotten.� But now he was being offered exactly that and he didn�t know
what to do.� Should he listen to what Roy had to say?� Should he deny him the
chance to talk?� What should he do?� Last night he had decided to go against
whatever Roy wanted, but now, today, he didn�t know what to do.� With the threat
of Roy showing up at any time now, he found that he couldn�t stick with one
decision or the other.� One moment he wanted to get out of the house and walk,
in the next he wanted to stay glued to his chair, watching at the window just incase
Roy showed up.�

�You gonna eat that?� asked Russell.� Edward looked up at
his friend who stood at the arm of his chair looking down at him with pity.

�What am I going to do, Russell?� Tell me what I should
do?�� Edward slumped forward and rested his elbows on the window still with a
sigh, watching the street below.

�I think you know what I�d like you to do, Edward.� I�d want
you to be with me always�� Edward sighed.� �But I know you.� Though we�re good
friends, we�re not meant for each other like that.�� Russell sat on the arm and
leaned back taking a hold of Edward�s shoulders and kneading softly.

�I�m mad at him,� Edward stated.� Saying it though, made it
sound as if he lacked conviction in the truth of that statement.� Was he still
mad at Roy?

�But even still, you care for him, right?��

�Why do I have to like a jerk?� asked Edward sadly.� Russell
squeezed his shoulders in response before he began to work on the tense muscles
at the base of his neck.� �I don�t want to wait for him; like I�m some girl.�
He�s got to suffer at least a little bit, right?�

�Okay.� Do you want to go for a walk then?� suggested
Russell moving to the next tense area and working on releasing Edward�s knotted
muscles.� Edward nodded and pushed back from the still.� Russell let go of his
shoulders and stood.� �Right, well that means you got to put yourself together,
don�t you?� said Russell, pointing at his pajamas and messy hair.��

Edward smiled wanly and stood from his sentry position.� He
padded towards his bedroom and closed the door behind him.� Passing his bed on
his way to his bathroom, Edward had to fight the image of what he and Roy could
do while in those sheets.� He really had to try and hold out for a while at
least.� It was only fair that he make Roy wait; torture him a bit after all
that he�d done to him.� A little reverse manipulation was called for, after all.�

Edward started the shower, the water sputtering angrily
before the pressure evened out.� As he washed, his mind returned to their first
kiss and the intensity of that moment�it was really their second kiss, because
he didn�t count the kiss in the solarium as the first.� And that intensity
didn�t fade for their second encounter that night after the tournament.� Not
wanting to make Russell wait on him for too long, Edward focused on getting
clean and not on Roy�s�abilities as a kisser.�

--

The waiter came back to refresh his cup, standing in front
of his view of the street.� Though he wanted to snap, Roy restrained himself
strongly from demanding that the server move aside.� Why he felt he needed to
watch the people moving to and from the metro, he didn�t know.� But for the
past two minutes he�d been feeling a strong anticipation that had him fidgeting
in his chair, which he supposed, had prompted the server to come refresh his
cup.

At the first twinges of expectation Roy had initially
thought is was due to his routine being disrupted.� He wasn�t at the office, he
wasn�t behind his desk, he wasn�t playing with billions of dollars�� As the
seconds passed with agonizing slowness and Roy�s attention was more and more
intently focused on the street he slowly began to understand that he was�what,
waiting; breathless; heart pounding?� Why?� Did he sub-consciously know
something that his mind had yet to see?� And what the hell could that be?�

With a nod of mute thanks, the waiter wove through the
tables and the view was restored.� Roy searched uselessly, knowing full well
that he was being entirely foolish and ridiculous.� Letting his heart run away
with him, lead him towards moony daydreams, and what for?� Edward wasn�t going
to appear from between the crowds, stand there until Roy noticed him and
smile.� That was totally absurd, but his heart beat even faster and the coffee
in his stomach felt heavy and acid-like.

What was he doing?� Running after a man seven years younger
then him�and for what?�

His stomach fluttered as an impeccably dressed blond woman
walked confidently towards the subway on high heels.� Her long strawberry locks
fluttering behind her, she accepted the various admiring glances with practiced
grace.� She was used to being admired.� It was the wrong blond he was looking
for, but something in the way her hair moved reminded him of Edward moving with
that brightly flashing sword.

What would he give to see Edward move like that again?� In
his mind he pictured living with Edward: going down to the market to get fresh
vegetables for that night�s dinner; attending plays; taking weekend trips to
other parts of Europe; waking up early in the morning of a warm summer day.� Roy
would have a coffee and some jam slathered toast while Edward would be in loose
pants or equally loose shorts�no top to hide that muscled upper body�and moving
through liquid-like movements that would make him horny and wanting to touch
the sun bronze skin and golden hair.� That�s the kind of life he hoped Edward
would let them have.

Roy snorted at himself and looked into his steaming mug,
seeing a vague reflection of the sky and his face.� Not even a full twelve hours
had passed since he�d last seen Edward and already he was turning into a
romantic.� Though he had short encounters before, he was never inclined to do
more then see his temporary partner out the door.� But for Edward, he was
making plans�long term plans.

He was quite hopeless�

--

�Wanna walk along the Seine?� It�s going to be a hot day
today,� said Russell, holding the door to Edward�s building open so that he
could pass.

Grunting, Edward was looking up and down his street, trying
to spy all the hiding spots and see if anyone was lurking in or around them.�
He didn�t want to be surprised like last time.� He wanted to know from which
direction Roy was going to show up from.�

�I don�t see him.� He�s probably still on New York time.� I
bet you he�s still asleep.�

�I�m not looking for him,� said Edward, whirling
around to frown up at Russell.� Thankfully, he didn�t feel his face get hot
which would only prove that he had been doing just that.

�Sure you�re not,� agreed Russell affably which just served
to annoy Edward.�

�Don�t push it.� I can just as well leave you here as bring
you along; either way, it makes no never mind to me, okay?�

�Sure, sure; I�m sorry.�� Russell sobered his expression.�
Edward narrowed his eyes at his friend, knowing that he might not be outwardly
laughing at him anymore; he was certainly doing just that in his head.� Edward
sagged forward and wished to be back in his chair.� This was mental torture and
he couldn�t torture back until he saw Roy again.� �Com�on; walk remember?��
Russell tugged his arm and they set off on a winding route that as far as
Edward could tell had nothing to do with getting to the river and everything to
do with wasting time.

The conversation was sparse and hardly worth paying any
attention.� Edward�s mind and thoughts were on other things�on someone else.�
It was killing him slowly this waiting, this constant looking for someone
taller then him with dark hair and darker eyes that had a voice that made him
weak.� An hour into their walk, Edward turned them back.� He wasn�t in the mood
for this and as much as he didn�t want to wait around for Roy to show up, he also
didn�t want to miss when he came either.�

Turning back onto his street, Edward couldn�t help but look
for Roy, wondering if he was here yet; had he been here and left?� Would he
come back?� Russell had fallen silent at his side two blocks ago as Edward
lengthened his stride to hurry back.� The full length of his street, Edward
didn�t see Roy anywhere and as he neared his building, he looked toward the
store across from his place finding the entryway empty.

�So, what should I do?� asked Russell.� �Do you want me to
wait with you?� I don�t mind, you know.�

Edward pressed his lips together in a thin line.� �I don�t
think so.� However this turns out, this is between him and I, but thanks for
offering,� said Edward, giving Russell a smile.

�Okay, call me and let me know how it all goes down.�

Edward waved Russell away and turned towards his door.� He
inserted the key in the inner foyer door and trudged up the stairs.� He
wondered when�if Roy showed up, what he would say to him and how he�d react.�
As he gained his floor, Edward looked down the hall and stopped short.� There,
leaning against the wall near his door, one foot resting against the wall in a
casual pose stood Roy, looking down at the worn carpet, in deep thought.� The
sound of his foot on the step raised Roy�s head and their eyes met.� Edward
stood there looking with Roy doing the same.� Sighing, he turned to face him,
gathering his resolve.�

He walked to his door with those eyes following every step,
every move he made; Edward tried not to smile against that scrutiny.� He had no
call to smile, but the urge was strong.� Bowing his head, Edward pulled his
keys from his pocket and unlocked the door, a lopsided smile tugging at his
lips.� In the corner of his eye, he saw Roy turn to face him, silent still.

�How�d you get in?� asked Edward, partially opening the door
and pausing to hear the answer.

�The elderly woman that lives just down the hall from here
saw me waiting and took pity on me.� She doesn�t speak English very well
though,� said Roy, his voice soft and solemn.� Edward nodded once.� He knew of
whom Roy spoke.� She was a bit of a busy body, always in his business and pressing
homemade jam on him.� Harmless enough though.

Edward pushed the door wide, letting it bounce off the wall
and looked Roy in the eye.� He waited to see what the older man would say now
with him about to enter his place.� Would he beg to come in?� But Roy just watched him quietly, an intent look in his eyes; quietly communicating with him
his desires.

Without a word, Edward stepped aside from the door and held
out his hand.� A small relieved smile spread across Roy�s face, easing some of
the recent stress that had made his face tired looking.� �Thank you,� he
murmured, moving into Edward�s apartment.� The smile was tugging at Edward�s
lips again as he entered behind Roy, closing the door.

--To Be Continued�

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