This had to have been the most awkward dinner Edward had ever had in his life. That's saying a lot, because he has definitely had some awkward dinners. He was still considerably shocked. Who wouldn't be? Anger had always come to him naturally, and aside from the fact that's an impulsive emotion in itself, he really took it to new levels on terms of spontaneity. On that note, anger is also a secondary emotion, occurring only on top of another emotion underneath it –such as sadness. Edward was hurt.

At that moment, Roy was telling a militaristic story to fill up the silences. Alphonse was genuinely interested like the good soul he is, and Winry was busy trying to look like she wasn't. The duration of the dinner was cut off short for Ed, because when the colonel started talking about his intimate conquests, he stood up and left the room, leaving his plate on the table.

He didn't know where he was going, but he had to go. Once he was out the door, he felt like running, so he did. He ran, and his feet took him in the direction of his mother's grave. No surprise there.

Back in the kitchen, Winry gave Roy a knowing look, where Al was expectantly confused. Mustang sighed, rose from the table and then stated that he was going to go talk to him. The girl nodded, and he left the house. Once he was gone as well, Al asked her what that was all about. She stared at him, her mouth a thin line and her eyes wide. She also felt like running, namely from the guilt that had been eating at her since she made the dumb choice in the first place. She didn't give him an answer, and thankfully, he was polite enough to drop it.

Outside, Roy was looking for Ed, who was nowhere in sight. Just as he figured; he must have literally ran away from the problem. Thankfully, he knew the boy often retreated to his mother's grave for moments of solace and pensiveness. He began in the direction he believed his memory most accurately recalled. He walked slowly, in no hurry; he intended to give him time to cool off, and also have time to collect his own thoughts before speaking. He supposed an apology was definitely in order.

It had taken him about ten minutes to reach the iron fence surrounding the cemetery, and he mentally patted himself on the back for remembering the location. Thankfully, he didn't have to go as far as to remember where Trisha's plot was, because it wasn't far from the entrance and he could see Edward from where he was standing. The boy was sitting cross-legged, arms in his lap, staring into the distance like he had a bone to pick with a cumulus cloud.

He didn't react when he approached him, almost as if he expected someone to come after him, which he likely did. Roy took the liberty of taking a seat next to him in the grass before speaking, which did actually solicit a surprised expression from the young alchemist. However, he quickly averted his gaze, his expression turning sour.

"What do you want?" He spat. Predictable.

He was silent a moment. "To apologize," He offered.

"Well, I'm listening."

"Fullmet-Edward," He amended. "I'm sorry I stole your girl." Edward shook a little, his face hidden. "I should have said something-"

"Is this a fucking joke to you?" He turned abruptly to reveal an expression of unadulterated sorrow; a face he'd never seen on Ed before; any sort of evenly remotely sad expression he'd seen him have had always been backed up by a hint of fire. It made him feel suddenly and strongly terrible; it hit him right in the heart and he wasn't expecting it.

"Ed, I-I'm sorry, I didn't know you felt so strongly for her."

He shook his head. "It's not even that, she's an important friend of mine, all the way from childhood, and you have the audacity to come here and fuck it all up –literally." Roy was silent in shame. "It's like you have no consideration whatsoever. That's what's so entirely disappointing to me."

He took a moment to let it sink in; it was difficult to understand. He essentially just admitted he was more disappointed in him not getting confirmation for it to even be considered, rather than the fact that he did something so intimate with the girl he thought Ed was in love with.

A bizarre idea suddenly dawned on him.

"Edward," He caught Ed's attention, and he seemed reluctant to give it to him. "I have an idea on how to make this up to you."

The young alchemist squinted skeptically. "I really doubt there's anything you could do." He flat out glared at him. "Especially after that lame apology."

"Hear me out, alright." He took a deep breath. "I would like to invite you…into the guest room tonight. Winry, obviously, included."

Edward stared at him, appalled by the insinuation of his words. "Did you just suggest what I think you suggested?"

The man looked absolutely embarrassed; something Ed wasn't used to seeing on him. Seemed that they were both seeing new sides of each other tonight…and if things progressed, in more ways than one. "Yes," He spoke.

"Mustang…" He said quietly. "Do I look gay to you?"

A pause.

"I'm going to chose not to answer that," Roy responded quickly, and then narrowly avoided a fist. "Besides! I said Winry included."

The boy looked down to the grass as if he were considering it. Just the idea of his suggestion being a possibility stirred up things in Roy he didn't think were there to stir up in the first place. Ed's expression was frustrated, positively conflicted.

Before he could stop himself, Roy spoke, "You can't pretend like you've never been the slightest bit attracted to me."

Edward quickly turned positively red, and from more than just anger this time. "Are you that cocky, you bastard?"

"I'm not saying it out of narcissism," He said calmly. "You're telling me these little temper tantrums your constantly throw at me are solely because of this supposed disdain you hold for me? No other hidden emotions?"

"Who are you to assume those so-called "hidden emotions" are anything close to attraction?!" He blurted.

"You can tell me right now if they're not."

Edward again cast his gaze toward the ground, his whole body red and his eyebrow twitching. He was pulling at the grass now, innocent strands of grass being removed one by one from the earth by a boy conflicted.

"You'll ruin your mother's grave that way," The man teased. Ed didn't have the energy to respond to that in particular.

"Even if, theoretically, they were," He spoke almost inaudibly, absolutely refusing eye contact. "You're telling me you want to do something about it?"

"Honestly, that expression you gave me earlier struck pure guilt in me, and I wanted to make it up." He suddenly moved to stand. "But, yes. I'm thinking this could be good for all of us. Relieve a bit of tension and hostility." He offered the young alchemist a hand, which he stubbornly accepted.

They stood there, Ed looking anywhere except at the man in front of him, and Roy not moving an eye from him.

"Alright." Came the quiet response.

"I'm sorry?"

"I said alright, we'll do this stupid thing." He looked up. "But…who's to say Winry will agree to it?"

"Oh, I'm pretty sure she'll agree to it," The colonel assured smugly, landing him a punch in the gut. He wheezed it out, and they began their walk back to the Rockbell residence.

The walk was mainly silent, and Edward was internally struggling to keep the atmosphere from falling under the surface of awkward. If he spoke too much, however, not only would it make it more uncomfortable but it'd also be obvious that he wasn't sure what to do with himself; that is the last way he wanted to appear to the man.

They were almost back when he had a sudden realization. "Wait." He stopped in his tracks. "What about Al?"

Mustang looked back at him. "Well think of something to get rid of him," He assured. "Unless…"

"What the actual fuck, Mustang," He said, flabbergasted. "That is one fucked up thing to insinuate."

"And this whole deal isn't?" He laughed. "I never said anything really anyway, it was your messed-up head jumping to conclusions." He turned back around, waving a hand and beckoning him to continue walking. The boy couldn't believe what he was hearing, but fell short of a response and decided to follow.

When they reached the house moments later, it was already rather dark out. Roy opened the door just to have Ed push past him, immediately trying to locate whoever he was around. He ended up finding Winry alone in the kitchen.

"Hey Winry, we're back." Before she had a chance to respond, he spoke again. "Hey –where's Al?"

"Oh," She was still startled. "He said he wanted to be away until all the tension diffused." Roy walked to the doorway and stood behind Ed.

"So where'd he go?"

She looked thoughtful. "I'm…not actually sure. He'll be fine, I'm sure"

"What about Pinako? She asleep already?"

"Yeah, why do you ask?" She addressed him under scrutiny. "What'd you do? Is everything alright?"

He looked toward the colonel, who seemed outwardly disinterested in the situation. He took a moment to gather his thoughts, his mind racing as the reality of the situation caught up with him. For a moment, he felt absolutely absurd to even suggest such a thing, but he knew he had to –not only because he felt it would be at least fair, but because deep inside he knew it had the potential to be something like that of an indulgent erotic dream. Not that that was something he strived for –but given the opportunity, why not? He wasn't about to deny his attraction to Winry; a confession of his attraction to the colonel, however, would be realized through methods rivaling pulling teeth…or through implications present in his silence.

"Well, Winry…" Ed began, somewhat reluctantly. His words felt distant.

"For the purpose of making this up to Ed," Roy interrupted. "Or rather, the both of you, I suggested the three of us participated in such intimate acts as a group."

Winry sputtered, absolutely taken aback. "Y-You don't mean…" Her entire face was red. Ed was hiding his own face in his palms. "And you agreed to this?" She was facing the boy. He lifted his face as if he was about to become defensive, but fell short of an adequate angry response. He sighed, knowing that honesty was the best way to get this out.

"I –well, yeah." He stood straighter. "I did."

She looked at Mustang, his face as stoic as ever. "You want a threesome?"

Before he had a chance to respond, Ed interrupted. "Don't call it that!"

"Well that's what it is, isn't it?!" She challenged. Roy couldn't help but to snicker into his hand.

"You don't have to be so…so…" He was yelling, his blush becoming darker and an impressive rate. He was fully facing the girl now, shouting only a small distance from her face.

"So what, Edward?" She said. "You can't even say the word and you're going to do it?"

"I'm going to do it!" He argued. "Doesn't mean you have to be so…so crude." He seemed to lose the fire behind his intransigent spirit.

Out of all the awkward silences Ed and Winry had ever felt, combined even, the silence that followed their little banter was the worst they had ever felt. The colonel, on the other hand, couldn't have been more unaffected, or at least, outwardly.

"Are we going to do this or not?" He asked, checking his watch as though the situation was a medial task.

"Y-yeah, I just, wait a minute…" He muttered in response. Before Mustang could impatiently interject, Winry snatched the boy by the wrist and practically dragged him to the guest room, his face absolutely abashed, and the colonel in tow.

Once in the bedroom, Ed was looking anywhere but their eyes. Winry shook her head; he could be such a girl sometimes. Not that she was entirely at ease with the situation, but at least she was better at hiding it. However, wanting to avoid anymore painfully awkward silences, she made the first move on the embarrassed boy.

She brought her hand to cup his cheek, warm from the rush of blood. Surprised, his eyes finally met hers. She nimbly moved in to kiss him, her lips pressing against his firmly, as if they were on a mission. He eased into it, at first blushing even more, but then relaxing as he reveled in the sensation of her soft lips caressing his.

Holy shit, she's kissing me, holy shit, repeated relentlessly in his mind. He felt his knees go weak, and then she slid her warm tongue between his lips and he gasped, eagerly easing his mouth open slightly. Her tongue met his and caressed it gently, earning a soft mewl from the boy.

"Ahem." Mustang caught the teen's attention. They had evidently forgotten he was there. Parting from the kiss, Ed instinctively glared at the man, before noticing not only how obviously aroused he already was but also how badly he was trying to uphold his usual condescending demeanor.

Feeling the adrenaline of the situation unfolding before him, he moved to sit on the edge of the bed, dragging Winry with him. She practically tackled him on top of the mattress, trapping him underneath her. She wasted no time in reconnecting their lips, emitting a shameless groan of approval from Ed, his inhibitions dissipating as his arousal increased. Their tongues met midway almost immediately, and just as quickly he slid his past hers and gained entrance to her mouth. He put his hand on the back of her head, pulling her even closer.

Mustang took this opportunity to climb onto the bed with the two. Winry noted the weight on the mattress shift and disconnected the kiss, lazily sitting up on the boy. Roy moved over to her, touched his fingers to her jaw and pulled her into a passionate kiss. Ed, whose head was still swimming, took a minute to notice before he began feeling left out –as well as a little jealous- again.

From below her, he brought his hands to her hips and audaciously began grinding on her hips. That caught her attention. She moaned loudly into Roy's mouth, caught off-guard. He kept a strong grip on her hips and he began gyrating, throwing his head back against the pillows as the friction unraveled him.

As turned on as she was at the moment, Winry became curious of something. She broke the kiss with the man, kissing his cheek. She then moved to peel Ed's iron-grip from her hips, causing him to look up at him in confusion.

"Ah, I'm sorry," She said quietly. "I…have to go to the bathroom." She did not. She moved off of Ed's hips, scooting toward the edge of the bed. "I'll be right back! Don't have too much fun…" Before either of them got a word in, she left.

Edward obstinately refused to even acknowledge Roy's presence. Roy, however, shrugged and moved to take an almost predatory stance over him. Confused, he reluctantly met the man's gaze, only to find unadulterated lust and warmth. Below him, he looked the most innocent Roy had ever seen him before, what with his eyes open so wide, practically boring holes through him. He was leaning down slowly, until inevitably their lips brushed ever so lightly together. Ed gasped.

Before even making full contact, Roy slid his tongue between Ed's parted lips. His breath caught, but he made no move to stop him as his tongue slipped deeper into his mouth. A moan escaped him as his tongue reached even deeper, making him feel utterly invaded in a way he found himself to be liking, maybe a bit too much.

Involuntarily, his hips swiftly bucked upward, grazing Roy's in such an intense moment of friction that both males couldn't help but groan. Seeing it as something of an invitation, he lowered his hips to meet Ed's, grinding against him firmly into the mattress.

Pleasure coursing through his spine, Edward broke the heated make-out and sucked air between his teeth, the overwhelming sensation becoming almost painful as his erection strained against his pants. His head fell to the left, exposing his neck. Roy moved to kiss the soft skin lightly, almost affectionately, the sensitivity of which drew noises from Ed that Roy found so impossibly lewd that he felt himself harden even further than he thought he could, and incidentally his grinding picked up pace.

"Fuck, Ed," Roy groaned. "I rather like seeing you this way, just taking it…"

"Shut up, bastard…" He spoke shakily, moving his hips to match his.

Just then, Winry quietly reentered the room, evidently sneakily enough not to be noticed. What she saw before her was different than she would have ever expected. Sure, she left expecting something to happen –hell, maybe even nothing, considering these two, but this, she had not anticipated. Roy Mustang, grinding on top of Ed like his life depended on it, both of them thoroughly flustered as pleasure overtook them.

Oh my god, she thought to herself. This had to have been just about the hottest thing she had ever encountered, as she felt herself become aroused rather quickly. Just then, she heard Ed's voice moan loudly –lustfully- and she, as well as Roy, just about lost it. Before she knew what she was doing, her hand was down her panties, rubbing herself in circles. She moved closer, quietly, and sat at the edge of the bed. Still, they seemed to not have noticed, so she continued rubbing, chewing on her bottom lip.

"Roy, please," Ed groaned.

"Please what, Fullmetal?" Roy spoke, right next to his ear. Ed could feel his cock twitch.

"D-do something!" He demanded.

Roy smirked, moving his hands to the button of Ed's tight pants. With one hand, he was able to get them unbuttoned and unzipped. He then used both hands to pull his both his pants and his down a bit past his thighs; just far enough to get the job done and sate his impatience.

"What are you-" Ed interjected before he was interrupted by two fingers at his lips.

"Just trust me." The fingers slid between his lips. "Suck."

Edward did as he was told, apprehension clear in his eyes. He slid his wet tongue over the digits, thoroughly coating them in his saliva. Roy bit his lip, finding the sight extremely erotic. With a resounding 'pop', he removed his now wet fingers from the boy's mouth.

He brought the moist digits down to his entrance, gently prodding and keeping an eye on Ed's expression. His lips were drawn into a tight line, his eyes squinting –an expression that implied he wanted this, but didn't want to want it. Regardless, Roy had to be sure. He leaned in close, bringing his mouth to Ed's ear.

"Is this okay, Fullmetal?" He asked in a low tone, slowly sliding in his index finger. The boy squirmed a bit, the intrusion feeling odd.

"Y-yeah, I guess," He got out.

"You guess?" The finger slipped in even further. "I'm going to need your full consent, Elric…"

Ed breathed in to reply, but just then the finger inside him curled slightly, hitting a spot in him he wasn't even aware of. His back arched immediately, his muscles tensing up.

"Y-Yes!" He yelled. Mustang couldn't quite distinguish if that was a reply, or a reaction to the sensation. Nonetheless, he did it again, pushing his finger as far as it could go and then firmly bending his finger against the sweet spot inside him.

"A-Ah!" He squirmed, fisting the sheets. Winry, who was still a silent observer, rubbed herself quicker, finding herself getting wetter as the gasps and moans Ed was making fell upon her ears. She bit her lip harder, careful not to make any noises herself.

Roy then inserted the second soaked digit, pushing both as far as they would reach while simultaneously stretching his tight ring of muscles. He separated his fingers inside of him, effectively expanding him even further. Before long, he was all but finger-fucking the boy, while Ed desperately tried to maintain some sort of hold on himself.

"Mustang, damn it…" He practically growled. "F-Fuck me…"

Roy smirked, more or less surprised by his boldness; audacity was one of his character traits, but hearing him but that nerve to work in bed made the colonel's cock strain for relief.

"Gladly." He removed his fingers, making Ed feel suddenly empty and desperate to be filled again. Roy finally unzipped his pants, pulling them down enough for his dick to be exposed at full attention. He grasped it lightly, moving the pad of his thumb over the tip and then spreading his pre-come along his shaft. Ed was watching him with and interested, almost concerned expression as he lined himself up and began firmly easing himself in. Ed forced himself to relax, letting his muscles accommodate such girth.

"Ngh…" Ed breathed once he was in completely. "Move…"

Roy grinned almost dopily, the tight heat that was enveloping him causing him to quickly lose his inhibitions. He pulled out his length almost completely, just to ram it back into the boy, causing him to groan loudly. Soon enough, he had picked up a quick pace, pounding hard into his subordinate.

"Colonel, fuck," He moaned loudly. "Don't stop…" He wouldn't dream of it.

Gripping with calloused hands on his tanned hips, the man craned his head to Winry, who looked like she was just about to finish.

"Winry, stop," Roy commanded. "Come here."

Winry, startled, quickly removed her hand from her panties. Ed looked up lazily, wondering when she had even come into the room –not that he could bring himself to care too much at the moment, as the man above him hadn't slowed down a bit.

"Take off your skirt…and your underwear," He commanded lowly. She did as she was told, casting aside the garments.

"Good, now, get on top of Ed." She did this as well, blushing profusely. She hovered over the boy, watching his lust filled gaze and feeling his breath hitch as he got pounded repeatedly.

"Winry…" He whispered, trying to steady his voice. Just then, he felt a hand move from his hips to lightly grip his cock. His thumb gently stroked his erect member, causing it to twitch. He felt the tip meet something warm, smooth, wet, wonderful, and he moaned even louder as the feeling encased him.

"Holy shit!" Ed groaned. Winry shuddered, breath catching in her throat as she felt his cock slide deeper and deeper inside her until he was in completely. She wasted no time in moving against him, thrusting him in and out of her tight heat. He eventually moved to meet both her and Roy's thrusts.

Winry clutched tightly at Ed's shoulders, digging her fingers into his skin. His eyes were shut tight, eyebrows knit together as practically unfathomable pleasure took over his entire body. Roy's precise thrusting hit his prostate with each motion, causing him to see stars as he was pushed forward each time, in and out of the maddening heat. There was no way he was going to last much longer.

Ed shakily brought one of his hands lower to meet Winry's inner thigh, grazing his touch along until he found her clit, where he began rubbing rhythmically. Caught by surprise, her elbows gave out and she rest her head on his chest as the feeling completely took control.

"Ed-Edward!" She yelled as she could feel her orgasm fast approaching, already having been close by her own hands. She came hard, her whole body tensing, causing her to clench down on Ed's member.

"O-Oh, I'm…" He moaned, his movements quickly losing grace. "Winry –fuck- Colonel! I'm gonna come…" He snapped his hips downward onto Roy's throbbing cock and then upward again into Winry's heat before she quickly pulled off of him, leaving him to arch his back and come all over his own stomach and chest. Mustang quickly grabbed the boy's slick member and pumped it until he was spent, all the while continuing his pounding.

"Shit," Ed practically wheezed. "You there yet, Mustang?" He was still going at it, maintaining a vice-like grip on his hips, teeth clenched. The man seemed to have the stamina of a racehorse.

"I..a-ah…" He moaned loudly, burying himself deep inside the boy and coming hard. Edward moaned as he felt his hot seed fill him immediately. The man lazily pulled out, collapsing on the opposite side of him. The three lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to catch their breath.

Eventually, it was Roy who broke the silence. "So," He breathed, his tone authoritative once more. "Did we make it up to you?"

"Definitely."