Pleasured Deconstruction

A/N: I dont own FMA. I do however, own my stories. SO DONT FUCKING STEAL THEM! Some talentless loser stole and edited one of my stories...thank goodness a few reviewers were like hey, this isnt your shit, but still...damn. I think my writing kinda sucks. Why steal my stuff? Anyway, it's cool, it's not like I'm comissioned for this, but please. If you need help writing, just ask. Dont just jack someone's mojo and then try to pass it off as your own. Stuff like that will get you murdered :). Anyway...oh yeah. Remember Klause from the Majahal ep? She's in here too, but she's nothing major.



I ducked back into the living room, panting. What started out as innocent flirting snowballed into an out and out obsession, and I had not planned on it. This thing with Izumi was spiraling out of control, fast. My body was gripped with fear and I gasped when I felt strong arms slide around my waist and hot lips on my neck. I fell quickly back to reality to the comfort of Roy's arms.

“You smell like cherries,” Roy murmured, licking the sensitive spot over my juglar vein. He nipped at it softly, his hands rubbing the tops of my thighs. I sighed into his touch.

'More like melted...'

“Stop,” I whispered, but he placed his mouth over mine and I allowed myself to drown in the ministrations of his tongue dancing over mine. My jacket and shirt mysteriously evaporated and one of Roy's hands were in my now unbraided and flowing hair and the other hand was roughly pawing at my hardened nipples. He went back to kissing my neck and I swallowed hard, so easily forgetting what was told to me only moments ago.

"Don't you want me, Ed?" I moaned and sucked my breath in sharply when I heard Roy's whisper and my pants unzip. I felt Roy's warm hand around my shaft and I shifted to make the friction more pleasureable. He was licking my ear seductively and stroking me lightly, and soon I was bucking into his grasp.

"Don't you want me to make love to you?" Roy breathed heavily into my ear, making me whimper softly. Before I could stop myself I moaned to Roy what I wanted, and by George if he didn't start doing it!

'Stop him! Edward, snap out of it!'
'How? You're my brain, tell me how!'
'Are you really having a two sided conversation in your brain? How dumb are you? Tell him...uhhh...that you gotta go see Al! Yes! Al!'

“Al!” I shrieked as Roy began thumbing the head of my dick. He paused and some childish, immature part of me wanted to laugh at his confusion.

“Of all the things you have called me, 'Al' has never been one.” Roy unhanded my dick and fell down on the couch behind us. I stood there frozen like an idiot until he took my hand and pulled me down.

“What's wrong?” He murmured in my ear, holding me protectively. "I thought you wanted me...especially how you jumped all over me when I came home. Are you mad at me?" He questioned innocently. The woody smell of his cologne and the mint he probably popped before coming in the apartment make me want to cry. I couldn't tell my raven haired Adonis what was going on, so I turned cold instead.

'You're so good to me, Roy. And I'm so bad to you...I'm sorry darling...'

As much as it pained me to do so, I wrenched myself from his grip, hating the cold air that pricked my skin and caused goosebumps. I glared at him and declared my independence, at least for the night.

“Al needs me. I'm staying the night with him and Klause.” I said these words as coldly and hatefully as I could, knowing that I was killing my lover. The look in Roy's eyes made me almost afraid. Whenever someone hurt him, he put on his 'military look', which was basically a cold blank stare. Something like the one Riza gave me earlier, but this one was filled with indifference, which bothered me. I didn't care whether I was hated or loved, but being merely dismissed bothered me greatly. Hohenheim did that to me and Al and Mom, and the feeling of someone not caring about me has since been the #1 way to PISS ME OFF!

'As if I had a right to be mad.'


*******

I ambled to our bedroom and packed an overnight bag, crying silently. I did need to go see Al, just to have someone to talk to. I doubted Riza wanted to talk with me, especially at this hour. One good thing is that Al never sleeps. He doesn't have to. Within that armor is a decent, understanding man, someone who I greatly envy.

'Al would never do this to Roy. Or anyone else for that matter.'

When I walked out of the bedroom, I noticed the house was dark and quiet. I walked down the familiar hallway easily, wondering where Roy went. I saw a small red-orange light and smelled smoke. Roy had picked up Havoc's smoking habit, but only smoked when he was angry and stressed. He was sitting by the curtains where Izumi was and I opened my dry mouth to speak to the motionless figure, but no words came out.

“Just leave.” His words were deadpan and emotionless, enough to make my chest hitch and fresh tears fall. He exhaled smoke and turned his electric blue eyes on me, and the moonlight hit his face for a moment and I saw his silver tears or pain.

And those tears broke my heart.

I left quietly, as I had caused enough ruckus for the night. I adjusted my bookbag full of clothes and toliltries and walked slowly down the steps into the parking garage. I looked at the shiny black car Roy purchased for me for my nineteenth birthday and tears welled up again. I walked past the car, running my hand along the side, remembering how it was to have someone trust me with something so expensive and how selfless he was to give me anything. I walked out of the garage, red-faced and bloated to Al and Klause's, looking back occasionally at Roy, who was still looking out the window.

**********


(knock knock)

“Who's there?” I smiled at the strained voice of Al's roomate, Klause. We had known Klause for a long time, about six or seven years now. She moved to Central to study alchemy and Al was the perfect teacher. I could see her eye in the peephole and I stood back as she clicked the lock and opened the door.

“Your midget ass. What's up?” Klause had cut off her long black hair into a cute shag bob and her blue-green eyes looked dull, but still sparkled. She was wearing a black silk baby doll tee and black boy shorts that barely covered her ass. She had one foot on the other long leg and had sort of a flamingo stance. I hoisted up my bookbag and smiled as best I could at her.

My smile didn't work. She frowned and huffed up her ample chest angrily. “Did that brute Mustang do something to you? Why I otta..” In a flash her long legs worked across the room and the telephone was in her hand.

“What was your number again? 589-31- Hey!” She shouted when I tore the phone from her grip. She looked down at me and pouted, her eyes coming more to life. Then she really looked at me. I couldn't meet her eyes for long, I turned away in shame and hung my head.

'Fuck! Am I crying again! What a friggin baby...'

Klause grabbed me and pulled me on to the couch and handed me some tissue. She was silent while my tears flowed and occasionally patted my hand or flesh arm. She folded her legs and brought my head into her lap, smoothing out my mussed hair and rubbing my back. I couldn't speak to her about my indiscretions, I didn't want Klause thinking badly of me. She was like the sister I never had, and she looked up to me...in guidance anyway. As far as height, she was nearly a foot taller than me. Lanky bitch.

I looked up when I heard Al's metallic footsteps approach me. “Where were you?” I asked in a tear soaked voice. Al sat across from the couch and stared at me.

'Damnit all to hell! Why are all these motherfuckers staring at me!'

I sat up and wiped my eyes and looked back at Al. He said nothing, not even hello. He just looked at me. And it weirded me out. I opened my mouth to speak, but he silenced me with a raised gloved hand.

“I know everything, Edward. I know everything you've done. And frankly, you really disgust me right now.”

I saw Klause's look of confusion, and all I could do is bury my head in her lap and sob like the pathetic whelp I was.

'Al...I need you...to understand...please....'