Sequel to That Blonde One

Disclaimer: I do not own FMA in any way, shape or form. If I did, it would have to be classified as a comedy.

Warnings: RoyEd action (by popular demand) and, of course, the total desecration of FMA as we know it! :D

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"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!"

"That's the last time I come all the way over here because you were being stupid!" Winry chastised. "You have to be more careful, Edward. It looked like you took you arm off and threw it against a wall."

"Ugh! I know you're mad, Winry, but you could've waited until I was awake to put my arm back on!" Then, Ed's expression softened. "Thanks. I know you didn't have to come all the way to Central. You should get some rest. It's late and you look almost as bad as I feel."

For a moment, Winry's temper flared but then she smiled and gave Ed a hug, "Your welcome, Ed. Get well soon, okay?"

"Sure thing."

~Later~

His fingers tangled in soft golden hair as he kissed the most beautiful creature in the entire world. Slowly, sensually, he pushed his love of the moment down onto the bed and slid a hand under a black shirt to squeeze a nipple playfully. He was rewarded with a deep moan. That pushed him to his limit. He could no longer bear to take this slow.

"Take off your clothes, Fullmetal. That's an order."

"Yes sir, Colonel Mustang."

Roy Mustang was practically drooling as Ed stripped down to his skin utilizing his recently learned…skills. Finally naked, Ed sauntered over to Roy and boldly unzipped the other's pants to pull out a painfully throbbing member. Mustang whimpered involuntarily at the touch. Now that the hole was uncovered and the peg free, there was no need to wait. Roy slammed Ed down face-first and set himself up to enter his subordinate.

"Wait! Don't you need to prepare me or something," came Ed's panicked voice.

"Sure, but I don't really CARE!"

With that, Mustang fully sheathed himself inside Ed with one almighty thrust. Ed buried his face in the pillow to stifle his surprised cry. Roy was soon in complete bliss. On the edge if his consciousness, Roy could hear Ed calling out his name over and over.

"Roy, Roy, Roy! Wake up Roy!"

Wake up? Colonel Mustang opened his eyes. Sunlight was streaming through his window and Maes Hughes was standing over his bed giving him an odd look.

"What time is it?"

"It's half past seven. You're really late. I was starting to worry about you."

Mustang mumbled something incoherent and stumbled out of bed only to scream and jump back under the blankets. It would seem that his dream had spilled over into reality a little too much for his dignity.

"I don't wanna know," Huges muttered as he left. This was bad, very bad.

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Well, there's the little teaser chapter thingy. I have no idea where this story is going to go. I guess we'll all embark on a rather yaoi ridden-journey into the unknown. Happy trails! Don't forget to review!

Later note: I'm beginning a clean-up on this story just as I did with That Blonde One. There won't be changes to the plot but hopefully there will be fewer typos and better grammar.