Hey everyone! This is the first chapter of a fic that's going to to probably be about 15-20 chapters, so if you're looking for a nice and long EdRoy piece, you've got it right here! I'm hoping to be able to update this about once or twice a month. This fic takes place in a modern day New York City AU.

Just a few warnings here: SLIGHT major character death. I say "slight" because, well, you'll see. Or you could just read the description of the fic which tells you the the basic premise I'm workin' with here. Also, this fic is going to deal with consent a little bit, so if that makes you uncomfortable, I completely understand and I will make sure to put warnings at the start of the chapter(s) that deal with it.

I hope you guys enjoy! Also, reviews are GREATLY appreciated, they help me write more and let me know what I can approve of/add more of!

Rated M for language and content.

Chapter 1

The cold winter air brushed Ed's face as he pushed open the door of the yellow New York taxi. The familiar sound of whooshing cars speeding down the street and angry car horns filled his ears and he knew that he was home. Ed thanked the distracted taxi driver, picked up the bouquet of roses beside him, and stepped out onto the wet sidewalk, his luggage in tow behind him. A glance at his watch told Ed that it was a little bit after 8pm, which meant that he was still early.

Ed pushed through the revolving doors of his Lexington Avenue apartment building and was relieved to see the familiar face of one of his friendlier doormen.

"You're home early Mr. Elric!" The grey haired man waved kindly from behind the desk.

"Yeah I thought I'd surprise you-know-who and show up a day before schedule." Ed said happily. He raised the flowers into the air. "These are because I'm such a great boyfriend. I couldn't show up unexpectedly and empty handed could I, Roa?"

Roa the doorman's laughter boomed in the silence of the lobby. "You guys give me hope that there's still someone out there who will care about me like that! You guys are one of the best couples that I've ever met."

Ed walked to the elevator and pushed the "up" button. "Stop it you're going to embarrass me." Ed felt his face turning red from the flattery.

"In front of who? There's no one here!" Roa let out another booming laugh.

"In front of me!" Ed pushed the "up" button again. This thing was taking forever. Ed needed to change the subject before Roa started asking about babies or something.

Luckily, he didn't need to. There was a light "bing" and the golden elevator doors opened for Ed to step in. He jammed his finger on the button marked with the number "12".

"Have a good night Mr. Elric!" Roa called from behind the desk with a friendly wave.

"Thanks! You too!" Ed called back. "Oh wait – did you get he wedding invite?" Ed asked, reaching out his hand to stop the closing doors.

"It came in the mail this morning!"

"Can we expect you?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world."

Ed let the elevator doors close and began his short decent to the 12th floor. He thought about how great it was to have a doorman like Roa – someone that he got along with well enough to invite to his wedding.

His Wedding.

Ed looked down at his left hand and stared intently at the platinum band on his wedding finger. Was he really getting married in a few months? Just the thought was crazy.

The elevator doors opened on the 12th floor and Ed stepped quietly into the carpeted hallway. He turned to his right and made the short familiar walk to apartment C. Ed wasn't surprised to find the door unlocked. It was 8pm on a Sunday, and Roy wasn't going anywhere on his day off. No, the unlocked door didn't at all surprise him. He was however, very surprised to be met with a dark apartment.

Ed flicked on the light switch by the door and the kitchen lit up. It was strange for all of the lights to be off when Roy was home. Unless he wasn't, in which case Ed was going to have to have a very heated discussion with him about the importance of keeping doors locked in New York City.

Ed let the door close behind him and wheeled his suitcase into the dark living room. He suspected that he'd find Roy napping on the couch, but even in the darkness he could tell that the couch was empty. Ed sat down and reached over to turn the tableside lamp on.

The room filled with light and Ed noticed something suspicious on the coffee table. Wine glasses. Two wine glasses.

He got nervous, but not immediately. His first instinct said "Oh, Roy didn't mention that he was having Riza over tonight." He didn't get nervous until he inspected the glasses more closely. There was lipstick on the rim of one of them. Bubblegum pink lipstick.

And if Ed knew one thing about Riza Hawkeye, it was that Riza never wore pink lipstick. And if she did, it sure as hell wouldn't be bubblegum pink.

Ed felt like his heart was in his throat. It was now that he heard it clearly – the soft moaning of a woman's voice coming from his bedroom. Why hadn't he noticed it when he walked in? Maybe he just wasn't listening for it. How could he be so stupid?

As he walked down the hallway there was a surreal ringing in his ears, this was a dream. This had to be a dream. When he got to his bedroom door the sounds of the moaning drowned out the ringing. It was as if he suddenly gained the ability to hear extremely well. He heard every sigh, every moan. He heard the sounds of his fiancé's skin rubbing against the other person; he heard the soft squeak of the mattress. Ed placed his hand on the doorknob and pushed it open.

As prepared as he thought he was for what he was about to face, Ed still found himself unable to move at the scene that presented itself once the door was open. Roy was deep inside of a woman – a familiar woman; the woman that lived in the apartment above theirs – Rose. She noticed Ed before Roy did and let out a loud gasp and an exasperated "Edward!"

"W-what? Ed?" Roy turned around and pulled out immediately when he saw Ed standing in the doorway. But it was too late.

Ed dropped the bouquet of flowers to the floor where they landed with a soft crunch. How his legs were able to move Ed did not know; he assumed that it was probably adrenaline. He was halfway through the hallway when Roy's hand closed around his arm.

"Ed!" Roy's voice was frantic and his grip was tight. "Ed, wait!"

Ed stopped walking, turned, and delivered a hard punch to the side of Roy's face. Roy released his grip and moved his hand instead to his (now swollen) jaw. But still, he pressed on:

"Ed! Don't go, please, Ed!"

"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" Ed tried to shout, but for some reason his voice wasn't working so it came out sounding like a whisper. He took a second to take in what he was looking at. Roy was standing in front of him, his hair untidy, in his boxers. He looked pathetic. On his neck were a few light bruises and bite marks that made Ed want to vomit.

"I know. I know what you're thinking. But please, just talk to me. Just talk to me." Roy looked desperate. He reached out and grabbed Ed by the shoulders as if to hold him from running away. "Baby, please."

"Don't fucking call me that." Ed struggled to get away. "Get the fuck out of my face." Trying to avoid looking at his betrayer, the blonde averted his gaze to look down the hallway. This didn't help, because he saw Rose's face peering down the hall from his bedroom doorway. For some reason, it was this that broke him. Ed's eyes stung as the hot tears broke free and leaked down his face. He felt his body tremble with soft sobs.

Roy seemed to realize what triggered the tears, because he turned and shouted: "Go, Rose. Get out."

Rose made her way awkwardly down the hallway, pulling on her shirt as she shimmied past the struggling couple. The pink hue in her face almost matched the pink dye in her bangs perfectly. "Sorry Ed…" She mumbled as she made her way to the front of the apartment. No one said anything until they heard the apartment door close.

"Ed…" Roy let go of Ed's shoulders, and sunk to his knees. "Ed I'm so sorry."

Ed didn't say anything. He was in shock. His body shook violently with silent sobs and his heart slammed against his chest like a sledgehammer. He couldn't feel anything, and yet he felt like every part of his body was crying out in pain. He leaned against the wall in the hallway, his face hitting the cool glass of one of the picture frames. He opened his eyes and stared at the picture that he was leaning against, which only made him feel worse.

It was a picture of Roy and Ed at Coney Island. It was taken over the summer, shortly after they had gotten engaged. Ed was smiling widely, and Roy was grinning as if he had just said something sarcastic. Roy's arm was wrapped tightly around Ed and the orange glow of the "Wonder Wheel" was shining brightly behind them. It was a good memory, a happy one.

Ed ripped the frame from the wall and threw it down the hallway where he heard it land with a shattering crash. Roy had thrown away everything. All of the happy memories that they had together were gone, and there was no way of ever getting them back.

"Was it worth it?" Ed said finally, staring down at a defeated looking Roy.

"W-wha?"

"Was – was she worth it?" the blonde growled, his eyes narrowing coldly.

"Ed…"

"Was she worth throwing away three years of a relationship? Our wedding? Was she fucking worth it Roy? I seriously want to know!"

Roy ran both hands through his hair and looked up at Ed with tears shining in his dark eyes.

"Ed, fuck. Fuck, I didn't think. I wasn't thinking. I fucked up."

"No shit you fucked up." Ed turned and walked towards the kitchen. Roy got to his feet and followed closely behind.

"Ed, just listen to me, please. Ed…"

"You keep saying to listen to you. I'm listening, but you're just saying the same stupid shit." Ed said irritably, stopping at the kitchen table.

Roy took a deep breath. "I thought that you weren't coming home for two more days…"

"And why does that matter? I wouldn't have caught you if I had come home on time?" Ed couldn't believe the absolute shit that was spewing from Roy's mouth.

"No. No. Ed, look, I know that I fucked up. Rose just came over and brought wine… she said that it was an engagement present…"

"So you fucked her?"

"No. Well, yes. But no! No, that's not what happened. She just, she wouldn't take no for an answer."

"So you're the victim? I can't believe that you're playing this card after you know what happened to me—" Ed felt the sobs starting up again. His speech was becoming slurred. "You have some nerve, you know that?"

"Oh god, Ed, I'm sorry." Roy reached out to hold Ed, but Ed pushed him away. "Ed, I know that this is a mess. But we can get through this. Do you really want to throw away our engagement because of this?"

Ed looked like he was going to break something. "I did not throw our engagement away." He said, sliding off the ring on his left hand. "You threw it away when you put your dick into Rose." Ed threw the ring at Roy's face. It bounced off and rolled into the kitchen.

"If you didn't want to be with me you could have just said so. You could have told me from the beginning. You could have told me that, instead of sending me on this fucking business trip." Ed was shouting now, he was slowly but surely coming out of the shock of what happened, and he could feel is hot-headed tempter start to surface. "Is that why you were so insistent? Because you wanted to fuck Rose?" He ignored Roy's attempts to speak. "This is because I'm a guy isn't it? You just have such a fucking hard time with admitting that you're with a guy, admitting that you're gay! Is this some sort of fucking testosterone thing?"

"That has nothing to do with it!" Roy shouted back, his temper clearly also rising. "Do you think that I would have bought this apartment with you if I had a problem admitting that I was gay? Do you think that I would have proposed if I had a hard time admitting that I was in love with a man? I'm over that! I've been over that. You know that."

"I'm going to Al's." Ed said firmly. He walked into the living room to grab his suitcase.

"Ed, please don't go. Don't leave me. I love you." Roy was standing in front of the door. "I love you."

"Roy. If you love me, you'll let me go. I can't stay here tonight. Not after this. I can't." Ed locked eyes with Roy. He had to leave. He was going to leave. Roy could choose to make this easy or difficult.

"Call me tomorrow." Roy demanded.

"Maybe." Ed promised, taking a step towards the door.

"Ed, call me tomorrow. We can work this out."

"I seriously doubt that. Step aside Mustang." That did it. Ed hadn't called Roy "Mustang" in years. Roy knew that Ed was completely serious. Slowly, Roy stepped aside.

"I love you Ed."

"Yeah. Good luck with that." Ed walked out and slammed the door behind him. His heartbeat was deafening. He felt like he was going to throw up. The trip to the lobby was a blur, and Ed didn't even hear Roa asking him if he was okay. Ed was just determined to get as far away from the apartment as possible. He wasn't paying attention to anything. He wasn't paying attention to the rain and snow that was falling hard around him. He wasn't paying attention to the people screaming for him to get out of the way. And he certainly wasn't paying attention when the speeding car knocked him 20 feet into the air.