Feli-chan: Yaayyy! It's the first chapter! (and it's finally up!)

Meep: Yeah! So, this is a roleplay that me and Feli-chan did together in which she is Roy and I am Ed. Soooo, even though it's all in third-person, everytime Ed does stuff, I wrote it. And of course, everytime Roy does his bastardy thing...She wrote it. XD

Hope you like!

Roy sighed as he walked home from Headquarters in the dawn of a new day; carrying a large, brightly wrapped box intended for his lover. As he glanced at his pocketwatch, he sighed again and picked up the pace; at this rate, he would only be able to give Ed the present, grab a quick piece of toast, and head back to Headquarters. Being a Fuhrer elect was not an easy job, and he had had to work late nights. Some days, like today, he barely got home at all.

As he walked up the driveway to his house, Roy struggled to balance the large box in his arms as he tried to find his keys. After almost dropping the fragile, heavy, present, he managed to get out his keys. However, just as he put the key to the slot, the door opened and he was greeted by his tired, but happy blonde.

"I thought I told you not to wait up," Roy shook his head as he carefully set the gift down and pecked Ed on the cheek.

"Eh, 's alright, I had some reading to catch up on anyways." He yawned and gestured vaguely in the direction of the living room coffee table on which several books laid in a neat stack. "And what was that?" He demanded in belated reference to the peck. "Kiss me for real, Roy." Then, stretching up on his tiptoes, Edward lazily draped his arms around Roy's neck and closed his eyes; somehow managing to look both content and insistent while he waited for the man to comply.

Roy chuckled as he wrapped his arms around Ed's waist, lightly brushing his nose against Ed's.

"So demanding," he muttered in a light tone. He then proceeded to cover Ed's lips with his own; slowly tracing the younger's lower lip with his tongue. As he did so, he raised one hand to be tangled in his loose blond hair while his other hand lowered to Ed's ass.

Ed let out an excited little noise at this and arched up into Roy, eagerly meeting the man's tongue with his own and sliding his hands upward into his silky black hair. Strong arms cinched tighter around his waist in response and the distinct musky scent of Roy under his crisp military uniform pervaded Edward's senses. He felt himself smile a bit against Roy's mouth then, realizing just how much he'd missed this. He sharply pulled back just the barest inch away a moment later to catch his breath before diving back in. He pressed three slow, yet separate kisses on his lover's lips, hearing his own breathy, "Roy…" melt together with the older man's husky murmur of approval. Somewhere in the midst of all this, Ed's right leg inched off the ground to try to wrap around Roy's waist.

As Roy fought against the urge to push his blonde against the wall and take him there, he faintly heard the grandfather clock in the living room chime. Roy pulled back from Ed mournfully. He slowly took the hand that had been groping Ed and moved it to his leg, gently removing it from his person.

"We can't do this now, Ed. I'm sorry but I don't have much time; Hawkeye'll shoot my ass if I'm not back soon," Roy explained softly, hugging Ed tightly. Seeing disappointment in Ed's eyes was nothing new as of late, but it still gave Roy a sharp pang of guilt when he saw it.

"Listen, I got you something to occupy yourself with for a bit…I think you'll like it."

"But you know what I'd really like," Ed began, delicately tracing coquettish little circles on Roy's chest with his fingertips, "is for you to stay home and occupy myself for a bit." He glanced up to see how he was doing and was met with Roy's amused but somewhat reproachful gaze. "Fine, fine," he resigned and took a step over to the kitchen table where the gift had carefully been set down. He picked it up in both hands and, against his better judgment, shook it lightly in the air next to his left ear. It sounded like it was made up of many fragile, differently shaped pieces- glass maybe? Metal?- so he quickly brought it back down in front of him to stare intently at it, as though trying to bore a hole through the vivid blue wrapping paper.

Roy shook his head at the teen's childish antics.

"You can open it, you know." Roy wrapped his arms around Ed's shoulders, leaning around to kiss his cheek before moving over to the toaster. "It won't attack you, I promise."

Ed spared a second to glance up from the box and shoot him a look of mock displeasure before returning his attention to the situation at hand. He gingerly slid his index finger beneath the neat fold of blue at the edge of the package before abruptly tearing the paper off in strips that gently fluttered to the floor around his feet. "Chemistry Lab Set" the bright yellow banner on the front of the ridiculously garish box proclaimed. (Now that he noticed, it was on every side of the box, just in case he had missed it the first three times) The photograph on the front, amidst colorful fonts and illustrations promising what the set contained, depicted two boys of about ten or eleven surrounded by many different sized flasks and beakers each filled with a different colored liquid. Ed smiled. It did look kinda cheesy, but he supposed it was the closest he was ever going to get to alchemy delivered to him in a box. And far be it for him to turn down the opportunity to experiment. He looked up again to see Roy silently considering him, watching for his reaction.

"Thanks, Roy," he grinned, reaching up on his toes to place a lighthearted kiss at the corner of the man's mouth. "Made in Xing -you shouldn't have."

Hugging Ed again, he replied,

"I figured you might want to try something new." Roy pressed a kiss to Ed's forehead and then buried his nose in Ed's hair. After a moment, he turned his head and rested his cheek against the top of Ed's head. "I feel horrible leaving you here alone, you should go out to eat with Alphonse or something later. Get out of the house for a bit…It can't be healthy for someone, especially someone like you, to stay inside all day."

Before Ed could respond, they both began to sniff the air. Roy's eyes widened and he quickly pulled back from Ed, as the scent of burning toast filled the small kitchen, and tried to save the toast.

Ed was unable to keep himself from chuckling softly into his hand as he watched Roy rush past him to the toaster to pluck out the blackened slices of bread. Ed sidled up next to Roy, leaning on the granite countertop as the older tossed the toast onto a plate as if trying to gauge whether or not it could be salvaged.
"Don't worry about me," Ed assured, absently poking at the toast with a tentative finger and grimacing when it crumbled under his touch. "I'll find something to do. 'Sides, Al went to Xing with May last week, remember?"
Roy eyes widened at his forgetfulness and put a hand over his eyes as his head turned up toward the ceiling.

"I was there, seeing him off, wasn't I?" Though he was unable to see Ed nod, he knew the answer was yes. "Sorry, the days are all blurring together for me." 'Probably because I've hardly gotten any sleep, a week seems like a long day…' Roy thought to himself.

Taking his hand off of his face, he turned to face Ed's worried gaze. Shaking his head Roy sighed, "I'm fine, Ed," as he grabbed an apple from the nearby fruit bowl and went back to the front door, Ed trailing behind him.

Ed hung back in the open door, albeit awkwardly, and watched Roy's retreating form make its way down the walkway and to the street.

"'Bye," he whispered hoarsely, his hand lifting in a halfhearted wave. He watched a moment longer as Roy walked away from him toward Headquarters without so much as a backward glance. A gusty sigh parted Edward's lips and he reluctantly closed his eyes and closed the door, trying to force feelings of abandonment from his mind. Turning around now, Ed slowly made his way out of the entryway and into the living room, anxiously tugging on his fingers as he did so.

His eyes traveled around the room- across the floor, up the walls, and finally settling on the opposite wall- as if he was just now seeing it for the first time; the house felt too damn big with just him in it.
Not that this was anything new, though: this being left alone most days. It had started a few months ago and had only gotten progressively worse as Roy left early and stayed late at the office in hopes of getting that one crucial promotion. But today, the stopping in just long enough to leave again, the gift that-although nice- seemed more like a peace offering for never being around than anything else… Ed couldn't help but feel a little neglected. He paced around the room for a minute longer before flopping down resignedly on the couch. When was the last time they'd fucked, anyway? He sighed again, half-wistful and half amused at the sequence of his thoughts. Too long, he decided, yawning and absently tucking his legs beneath him. When was the last time he'd slept would be a more relevant question, much as he hated to admit it. He glanced up at the clock over the mantel- 7:30 in the morning, but he'd been up waiting for Roy since late the night before on the off chance that he'd come home "early". Suddenly feeling very tired, Ed slowly lowered himself into a supine position on the couch, placing his hands comfortably on top of his stomach.

I'll just take a quick nap, then get up and do something. He told himself, feeling a little weird at going to bed at this hour. He yawned hugely and, turning his head slightly into the armrest, fell almost instantly into a deep sleep.