Ok, yaoi fanfic. One of the few EdxRoy deals I'll do, so I hope you like it! I figured I could start a bit of this, but, this one won't be updated too often until I finish my Trinity Blood fanfic.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?! GET OUT!" Roy managed to click the door shut before a bar of soap struck the door where his face had been a fraction of a second earlier. He leaned against the wall, grinning. It had been worth the shouting to get a peek at Edward just as he was climbing out of the shower; he hadn't gotten to see much, but what he had seen proved his theory that the blond's body was just as attractive as his face. He'd expected no less, really, but one never knew. After all, he'd seen some with a pretty face, but the rest of them? Less than desirable. He couldn't help but wonder what it was that Ed did to work out; muscle like that doesn't form on its own.

Roy stepped away from the bathroom and into the living room, chuckling as Ed was still swearing and mumbling from behind the door as he pulled his clothes on as fast as he could manage. That done, he came bursting through the door, hair falling out of the black tie, white shirt so hastily buttoned it didn't match up properly, and Ed hadn't even bothered to button up his pants. His face was slightly colored, too; flushed with both embarassment and anger.

"What the hell was that? You fucking KNEW I was getting out of the shower!" Roy nodded, and the other alchemist fumed more, "You ASSHOLE! Just because I decide to date you doesn't FUCKING mean I'm going to let you have me that easily." He folded his arms across his chest to punctuate his words, and was not at all pleased with the grin still spread across Mustang's face.

"What's wrong? Self-conscious? A few metal limbs don't bother me. You know that."

"Not my point, Mustang."

"Call me Roy."

"I'll call you that when you earn it. Not now. Bastard." Roy sighed and stood up, putting an arm around the young man's soulders. Ed eyed him suspiciously, and dropped his arms to allow himself to be brought against Roy's chest. He sighed, bringing the heavy scent of sandalwood and charcoal to his nose. He buried is face further into Roy's shirt, breathing slow and steady; relaxed.

"All right, I'm sorry Fullmetal. I'll keep it to myself for now. It'll come when it does."

"Good," came Edward's muffled voice, his arms gently slinking around the taller man's waist. Not much taller anymore, but tall enough.

"Have you told your brother?"

"About us? No... I... It's not that I think he'll hate me..." he pulled back to look up at Mustang, "I just... I don't know..." with a shake of his head, he cuddled back against his lover, pulling back with a growl when Roy unbuttoned his shirt, but as the other alchemist buttoned it back up, clearly having some difficulty refraining from touching him, he relaxed a bit to allow his shirt to be straightened.

It was weeks before Edward allowed Mustang to touch him any more than that, before he would even tolerate any truly intimate moments which consisted of nothing more than a little kissing and touching limited by Ed himself. No clothing was to be removed, no heavy petting, nothing that put Ed in a bad situation. It was really beginning to wear on Roy's patience to have to wait for someone who was so clearly insecure with himself and the others around him; so worried about losing control even for the smallest slot of time. If Ed would just let Roy have his way once, he was sure that the blond wouldn't regret it. Hell, he'd even grappled with the idea of drunkening the boy first, but to do so would mean the end of their relationship for sure.

The Flame Alchemist had to keep reminding himself that this was much different from all of the women he had been with. Ed was... Well... Smarter, to say the least. Rediculously so that sometimes Roy wondered why it had been him that Ed had chosen. He could have any other man or woman in this country that he wanted, so what was so special about Roy Mustang that made him stay? He would have asked, but he was sure Ed would never tell him.

Now, as they sat on Roy's couch, lips locked passionately, Ed's hands fisted in Roy's shirt to keep him pulled close, it was Ed that broke the kiss with a glare.

"Remember what I told you?" he said softly, his voice a soft hiss of breath. Roy's hand stopped on Ed's side, where it had wandered up beneath his shirt. Dark eyes cracked open a bit, meeting the shocking gold of Ed's,

"Come on, Edward... Every relationship I've been in has always gone faster than this..."

"Well, you're my first, so I'm not going to give you anything until I'm ready to. Get the hell over it. I'm not some cheap one night stand that you can throw away tomorrow; if you want more from me, you're just gonna have to stick around." Roy sighed, but nodded once, trying to bring Ed back to the kiss he'd been enjoying. He resisted, but gave in after a bit; after all, it was what he wanted too, so why refuse even if it was to make a point?