Karaoke

Ok, so here it is, pole dancing Ed XD I hope it's ok, it was so damn hard to write but I hope it turned out ok. More authors notes at the end.

This chapter so goes out to antilogicgirl, I kind of bribed her so she'd post the last chapter of her story 'Demon in the design'. I'm working on the next chapter as I write but like I said, the muse threw another twist at me so...

Enjoy.


Chapter 4

Dun, du, du, du, du du…bam, the first notes started and Ed’s hips moved involuntarily to the music. Oh God this was not happening, it was just a bad dream and any moment now he was going to wake up and it would all be over.

Dun, du, du, du, du du…bam, crap, not a dream. Depending on which way you looked at it, the fact that he had only needed the 10 minutes to memorise the notes Winry had given him could be seen as a good thing or Hell. Ed was leaning towards Hell as he got ready for the first few lines complete with pole dancing. He was so going to think of something evil to transmute all of Winry’s automail parts into.

“The minute you walked in the joint” Ed’s rather pleasant voice came from the speakers and anyone who wasn’t already looking at him was now. He blushed a deep shade of crimson as his hips punctuated the end of the line. Definitely Hell.

“I could see you were a man of distinction” The hand behind his back gripped the pole as he slowly moved down and back up it much to the appreciation of the audience. There were cat calls from the women and whistles from the men as he continued to move, using the pole to his full advantage as per Winry’s ‘vision’.

“A real big spender” using the hand behind his back he swung himself around the pole so that he was now facing the audience. “Good looking; so refined” slowly he brought one leg up to hook around the pole, still with one hand gripping it while the other held the mic. Winry should have found him one of those hands free things; this would have been so much easier. Not that he really wanted it easier, that would be a bad thing. He swung back around so that his back was to the people, his leg still hooked.

“Say, wouldn’t you like to know what’s going on in my mind?” He spoke rather than sang the words and his voice was husky and seductive. Or as seductive as it could get when he was leaning out back from the pole. He was really lucky he was flexible, there was no other way he could have arched his back like this. He quickly scanned the crowd for Mustang and smirked when he saw the man squirm, obviously having a little trouble in the lower regions. He pulled himself back upright and almost hugged the pole at the sudden rush of blood to his head after being bent back like that.

“So, let me get right to the point…” He brought his leg from around the pole and placed it slowly behind his other foot, his hips again not needing to be told to punctuate the beats at the end of the bar.

“I don’t pop my cork for every man I see” he spun himself around so he was almost in the exact position he’d started in, then he brought what was now his back foot to the side and placed it parallel to his other foot almost a foot apart. The hand that had, until now, been holding the pole was brought to his hip and on the last word of the bar he punctuated the note with a push of that hip out. He heard moans coming from half the room when he let out a low moan at the end of the line, it just sounded so wrong coming from him. He smiled at the thought that he was turning half the room to mush. But still not liking this…yeah right.

“Hey, big spender” He rocked his hips and bent his knees in succession. “Spend…” His hand came down and he grabbed his ass, “a little time…” his hips continued to move from side to side as just about every eye in the room was drawn down, all except one pair of eyes that locked with his golden orbs, “with me.” He winked at Roy, almost sending the man to his knees. The dark haired man looked a little shaky on his feet as he groped around for a stool to sit on.

Dun, du, du, du, du du…bam. Ed moved into his next position in front of the pole. Dun, du, du, du, du du…bam. One hand held the pole while the other still gripped the mic, he couldn’t believe how much he was actually enjoying this, the power over everyone in the room was worth the embarrassment.

“Wouldn’t you like to have fun, fun, fun?” Ed slowly walked around the pole, taking one step for each fun until he reached the back of the pole. “How about a few laughs, laughs?” he laughed a little as he turned to face the people watching him.

“I can show you a…good time” He moved down the pole, one knee either side and suddenly very glad Winry hadn’t insisted on the dress. “Let me show you a…good time” again his gaze was drawn to Mustang, innuendo no longer just implied. The look on Mustang’s face made him want to end the song right there and just launch himself at the man but he couldn’t. Winry was watching and that meant that if he tried to stop the song now there wouldn’t be anything of him left to fall into the mans arms anyway. No, the song must go on.

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Ed’s movement around the pole was really causing him some discomfort; he’d had to find a stool to sit on. The more than obvious problem he was having was a little bit less embarrassing due to the fact that all eyes in the room were trained on ‘his’ Ed so nobody had noticed the tent pole sticking out in front of him.

Oh God how did that man do this to him? It hadn’t been too bad at first; all he’d really done was move around the pole and rub himself up and down it. The real problems had started when he’d leant back with his leg wrapped around the thing, oh how flexible he had been. There were possibilities with someone that flexible and maybe Armstrong could be persuaded to leave the pole.

When those golden orbs had searched him out from that upside down face, he’d almost been undone right there and then. He wasn’t a teenager anymore, he should be able to control his body but when Ed had made that noise, that soft moan that should only be heard aloud in a certain situation that Roy was going to put Ed into at the first available opportunity, oh God. He was pretty sure that a few of the people in the room had had to readjust themselves at that.

That wink had been meant for him too, he was damn sure about that considering everyone else’s eyes had been trained a little lower than the mans face. The bit that had really been evil though was that damn last line of the chorus. ‘Let me show you a good time’ indeed, it was like he just threw the innuendo right out the damn window and just propositioned him in front of the whole damn room. Not that he was complaining mind, he could really go for an Ed between the sheets right now. Roy’s dick was so damn hard it was practically begging him to just run across the room, grab Fullmetal and drag him upstairs.

Actually, that might be fun and he was pretty sure that Edward wouldn’t mind either. But between Roy and the golden haired God was a blonde mechanic with a really good aim and he didn’t think he could stand at the moment let alone run. He trained his eyes back on Ed just as the man repeated his routine of leaning back from the pole, oh this was just so torturous but in a good way. He was now completely free of all doubt about how he felt about Ed.

At first Roy had been pretty sure it was just about sex, he liked to get the measure of the good looking people in central and Ed was definitely good looking. He was pretty sure that Ed was a virgin too and he wanted to be the one that popped that particular cherry. Until now he had figured he’d need to get his subordinate drunk and then seduce him but obviously that wasn’t going to be an issue. It was like Ed’s every movement was designed to send him wild and make him want the young blond more, as if that was possible.

Roy had realised how deep his feelings really ran a few weeks ago when he’d seen someone hitting on Ed. Ed of course had been completely oblivious, thinking the young lieutenant was just asking for directions but Roy knew better. The hand casually playing with her hair, the fake smile and laugh, the batting eyelids, all of it designed to send the signal that she wanted him. Roy had been so jealous that the poor lieutenant had been assigned to the worst possible duty he could think of, something that would keep her away from Ed.

Since that day Roy had been looking for any excuse to see Fullmetal in a more casual setting but it had been next to impossible. When Al had come to him about Ed’s 18th and asked if he wanted to come to a little get together at the local bar Roy had been inspired. It had all just come together in a lightning flash and he was sure his sudden smirk had unnerved Al just a little. He could tell that the younger Elric was surprised with his idea but that hadn’t stopped them pressing ahead together and organising quite the party.

When he heard Ed start to sing the final lines and looked up from his thoughts and saw him almost humping the pole he redoubled his efforts to lose his problem so he could at least get to Ed without having to resort to crawling. Thinking about Armstrong naked, sparkles and all seemed to do the trick when his problem did a rather fast nose dive towards his feet. Quickly standing he began the trek towards Ed; it was a little slow going due to all the young mans ardent admirers ogling him in a trance like state. He would make it though and when he did he would tell the young man how he felt and drag him upstairs to his room and… Well, the night was young; there was plenty of time to play.

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Ed watched Roy out of the corner of his eye as he neared the end of his song. According to Winry’s ‘vision’ he should be just about humping the pole right now so he did, moving himself up and down with slow, deliberate movements. He watched as the dark haired man stood, it seemed he had resolved his problem enough to walk. Smiling he continued to watch as the man he really wanted to…play with? Was that the right phrase? He wasn’t sure what he wanted to do with him, he definitely wanted more than just straight sex, he’d read about that and it sounded boring.

Roy was almost throwing people out of the way in his haste to reach Ed, which was rather sweet in a way. It was nearly the end of the song, Ed had fulfilled his promise and now he could relax somewhere out of the way, with a dick up his ass hopefully. He moved in front of the pole as he reached his last line and began to sing a little quicker, already anticipating his next birthday surprise. He closed his eyes as he neared the last note, the image of Roy only a few feet away burnt into his mind.

Just as he finished the last word, sustained note and all someone grabbed his hand and he smiled broadly as he opened his eyes sarcastic quip at the ready. Oh God, not again! It wasn’t who he wanted it to be; it was the evil blonde that was trying to ruin his life. She quickly grabbed the mic from Ed’s other hand and held it to her mouth. When the clapping had died down enough that she thought she might just be heard she spoke.

“Ed will be back for his second song in just a few minutes, but I’m sorry people it’s not going to be with the pole.” She put the mic down as she dragged Ed away to the sounds of people clapping and booing. Shouts of ‘we want the pole’ could be heard behind them as they headed for the door.

“Wait Winry, what second song? We never agreed to two songs.” Ed looked back at Roy who looked seriously pissed off at having missed his chance again. He tried to pull away from Winry but her grip was amazingly strong.

“After that performance of course there would be a second song silly.” Still her voice sounded so perky, it made him want to snap and find something sharp to stab her with. He could get away with it too, plead temporary insanity, no jury would convict him. Just as he was about to make his dreams come true, someone else spoke and spoiled the moment.

“I brought you the bag Winry, just like you…hic…asked.” Ed’s head swung around so fast he thought he might get whiplash, what in the hell was Al doing helping the queen of all evil? His eyes were drawn to the bag in his brother’s hand. Al seemed to be swaying slightly, a definite sign that Ed would have to wait to beat the crap out of him. After all, where was the point in beating someone up when they didn’t understand why you were stamping on their head?

“Winry, what’s in the bag?” Ed kept his voice suitably calm so as not to anger the beast.

“You’ll see” was the only response he got, that and a smile that was fast becoming his most hated thing in the universe.

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Ok so what did you all think? Quick disclaimer, I do not own Hey, Big spender nor do I make any money from its use. I hope the pole dancing came out ok, I could see it in my head and I even drew little stick pictures next to the words to help when I wrote it but it never seems to come out right on paper.

This whole story exists because of that song. One day I just started singing it and the muse said 'hey that would be good in a story' and Karaoke was born. The places we get our inspiration from hey XD I'm not telling you what the next song is, but I think it's perfect for Ed to sing, unless of course someone can come up with a better idea :)

Blysse: I'm so glad you liked it XD And how could I not give Armstrong his sparkles, he's not him without them lol DrunkAl is ace, I love drunkAl. And sorry, I like my cliffies, sorry.

Amethyst: Ed was embarrassed, that quickly faded XD I like making Winry evil, it just seems to work for this story and she's so good at it lol The glove was actually one of Armstrong's, although how he managed to keep that in his pocket given the size of them is beyond me, sorry if that wasn't clear, I tend to rush sometimes when I'm excited. Hope you liked the pole dancing :-)