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It Was Just an After Work Drink...	By : dancingwithflames Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male > Roy/Ed Views: 1718 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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It was just an after work drink.

Well, actually, more like an after dinner drink. But whatever, he wasn’t bothering with logistics. He just wanted a damn drink.

“Ah, Colonel! So glad you could finally make it!”

Roy flashed his usual devastatingly charming smile, and began to unbutton his jacket. “Yes, I’m so sure you were all awaiting my arrival anxiously,” he nodded at the group of empty beer mugs that had already accumulated in a cluster, holding his coat with one arm and pulling out a barstool with the other.

Breda, Havoc, and Fuery were all gathered together around the bar, faces plastered with lopsided and aloof grins. Roy wasn’t surprised that they were half-drunk already.

“Definitely Roy… Fuery’s been eyeing that brunette over there,” Havoc took a swig from his mug and nodded towards what appeared to be a dance floor. All that Roy saw was a bunch of young bodies pressed together. He wondered how they had room to breathe.

“Oh yeah… that brunette over there…” the Colonel smirked. There were probably over one hundred brunette girls over where Havoc had nodded towards, scantily clad, grinding on the dance floor.

“Yeah!” Fuery responded a bit too enthusiastically. He took another gulp from his beer, “I’m going to go ask her to dance. Wish me luck, boys.”

Breda chuckled, “Isn’t she a little young for you?”

But Fuery was already up and on his way, a drunken swagger to his step. Roy let out a laugh along with Breda, and after getting the attention of the bartender ordered himself a beer.

“There he goes, there he goes…” Havoc was watching Fuery make his move intently, leaning forward on his barstool for a better view. “And… and… ooooh. Oh. What the hell is he doing?! Why is he waving his arms like that? …Try, and fail.”

Roy followed Havoc’s gaze to get a view but Fuery had already disappeared into the crowd somehow.

“I’m going to run to the bathroom, I’ll keep a look out for him,” Roy grinned. “Do not. Drink. My. Beer,” he added over his shoulder, giving them both the eye. They were at least tipsy, and he knew how his co-workers got when they were tipsy.

This bar wasn’t Roy’s type of place, but it was the new spot in town and the rest of the men had all wanted to try it out. Roy tended to enjoy bars that had more of an… shall we say, older crowd. Not that he was into MILFS or anything (well, maybe if they were really attractive), but everyone in this crowd seemed to be in their twenties or younger. He felt sort of like a pedophile just walking by these girls, slithering over each other, dripping sweat in some of the tiniest skirts known to man. As he attempted to locate the bathroom, also keeping an eye out for Fuery, he noticed that it seemed to be only the females that were young; all of the males in the place were older.

That’s when he saw him.

At first glance, you would think he was almost one of these young girls, the prey of an older horny man who was looking for a piece of ass.

But that blonde hair was unmistakable.

What the hell was Edward doing here?

Edward Elric stood there in all his glory, clad in possibly the tightest black pants Roy had ever seen, along with his usual red tank top. His hair was down (for once!), and fell across his shoulders and back like a golden halo.

Out of instinct, Roy began to make his way over towards Ed. Edward was MUCH too young to be in a place like this. How the hell did he even get in! Roy pushed his way through bodies, eyes on Ed, intent on getting the boy the hell outta there. But then he saw something that made him stop.

Ed wasn’t alone.

In fact, there was a larger someone leaning down over Ed, handing him a drink. This someone had his arm on Ed’s lower back, and Roy watched as this someone leaned down to pull Ed closer, so that their hips were nearly touching.

This someone was a man.

Roy stood there in shock, not really knowing what to do, or if Ed was even okay with this VERY older man putting his hands on the boy. Ed looked flushed, his hair slightly askew, and he looked sort of embarrassed, like he didn’t know what to do with himself. His big eyes just looked up at the older man curiously, young, innocent. That’s when the older man put his hand even lower, and squeezed Ed’s ass.

The moments after that were a blur.

Roy remembered grabbing the shoulder of the man (vaguely), and Ed shouting something in the background. He also remembered shoving the man rather roughly to the ground, yelling something along the lines of “THIS IS A MINOR GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM”, grabbing Ed by the shoulder and swiftly dragging him out of the bar.

“What the HELL was that for!” the boy huffed once outside, breaking away from Roy’s clutch and rubbing his shoulder. “You hurt my shoulder! You fucking bastard!”

Roy looked incredulously at the boy, furious. “FullMetal, I do not believe that you are OLD ENOUGH to be in a place like this!” he glanced back towards the door. “How did you even get in there?” he asked through gritted teeth.

Edward narrowed his eyes at the Colonel, and nearly bared his teeth. “Since when are you my fucking mom, huh?!”

Roy took a deep, even breath, trying to calm himself. “Well you do work for me, FullMetal.”

The color seemed to drain from Ed’s face just then, and his shoulders fell to a slack. Suddenly he looked every bit the child that he was, awkwardly standing there in front of Roy.

“You can’t tell anyone,” Ed got out, not sounding like himself, looking up into Roy’s face with somewhat of a pleading expression. His hands were still bunched into little fists though, and Roy could tell that the boy’s emotions were still a mix of embarrassment and anger.

Roy sighed and shook his head at the boy. “Go home, Edward. I better never see you out here a—“

“Hey! There you are! Who the fuck do you think you are, pal?” the gruff voice made Roy spin around and protectively push Ed back behind him.

It was the man who had been MOLESTING Ed in the bar, and he looked very, very angry. Roy stood his ground, making sure to block Ed from the older man, using his own body as a shield.

“Excuse me?” Roy questioned, meeting the man’s eyes dead center. “He isn’t interested. I would advise you to leave him alone.”

This angered the man even more and he took a step towards Roy, “And who are YOU to tell me who the fuck I can touch, you military shithead?! Gimme back the boy, we were busy,” he gruffed out.

“Do you realize that this boy you were MOLESTING is only a teenager? And do you realize who you are speaking to? I suggest you go back inside and never lay another finger on this boy, or you will sincerely regret it,” Roy said back low and even.

The man, still heaving, rolled his eyes before promptly spitting at Roy’s feet. “Fine, you can have him, I hope you have a guhREAT lay tonight, asswipe,” and with that he turned and made his way back into the bar.

Roy hadn’t realized how hard he had been breathing until the man left, and he spun back to face the blonde boy. “Come with me,” he commanded, turning on his heel and fully expecting the boy to follow.

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