'If I told you I was scared, what would you do?'

That simple question led to so much in my life. Most importantly, it led me to 'Him'… He, who found me, took me in, housed and cared for me, and then eventually we fell in love… Before he came into my life, I had no one, I was sure when we first, met that he'd hate me forever… I was so very wrong…

It started about three years ago, I decided I was going to become a state alchemist; and fix everything for me and my younger brother, Alphones. Two years before that our mother had died, and we attempted to bring her back using human alchemy. We failed…. I had lost my left leg and al….everything…. I gave up my right arm in return for my brother's soul, which I attached to a suit of armor… what we made wasn't even human…let alone our mother…

On my 12th birthday, I passed the exams, how? Well' our friends, the Rockbells, gave me auto mail limbs. And I can now perform alchemy without a transmutation circle. I was officially a dog of the military now, and my code name is Full Metal. Funny right.

Now I'm 15, and I've seen things a normal 15-year old boy should never have to see. But, then again, I'm not normal; my life's just a living hell… I've been hunted down my serial killers, been to hell and back (literally), and seen and fought humonculus. You may think they don't live, but my battles beg your differ.

I've been working under cornel Roy Mustang, the Flame alchemist... Boy that guy can push my buttons, in more than one way… But I can't hate him, after all…he's the one who's been helping me since Al…. since the homunculus Lust killed him…. She whipped the blood seal that bound his soul to the armor off and….and he died…. I was useless… Envy had my pinned down and had broken my auto mail…. All I could do was cry for them to stop… By the time Roy and everyone got there, the homunculi were gone, al was gone, and I was breaking down…. Crying for al to come back and forgive me for not being string enough… Roy took me back to his house and took care of me, I needed it. I blamed myself for Al dying. And even if I am a state alchemist, even if I hate to admit it, I'm still just a 15 year-old kid.

Whinry came and fixed my arm and leg, Hawkeye told her what happened. Roy made sure I was ok. He listened to me when I wanted to talk, calmed and held me when I cried, and when I didn't want to talk, he did. He always said it wasn't my fault and Al's with my mom watching over me now. I remember I would just start crying, and no matter how many times I broke down, he was there with me.

~a little while after I moved in~

"Ed, are you ok?" Roy asked me as I rolled out of the bed. I nodded, rubbing sleep from my eyes. My hair falls over my shoulders and into my face, and he smiled walking over to me, "You should leave your hair down more often."

I blush lightly, that's Roy, the pervert, my blond hair is usually in a braid, and I decided I would leave it down for bed. Roy stood over me, his left hand holding him up on the mattress as he leaned down. His right hand moved the hair from my neck, (Why the hell did I choose to wear only a large T-shirt and boxers for p-js?!), and his lips gently fluttered over the skin, leaving tingling kisses down to my shoulder. He went back and latched onto the spot where my neck and shoulder met, and sucked.

"Nngn…Roy…" I half groan, half whimper starting to wake up. After he found my diary, thinking it was my alchemy journal, he'd been really intimidate and flirty, like this now!

"Yes..?" A shiver runs down my spine as his warm breath brushes against my skin, He pulls back and holds me, crawling into my bed. "It's ok Ed, I won't hurt you." He says to me. Funny thing is, I believe him, and I breathe evenly and lean into his broad chest. He smiles playing with my hair; he always does that now…

I get up and get some clothes from my dresser, "Um, can I get dressed?" Roy gives me this fox like grin, all I can think about is 'Crap! What did I say?!' Because he got up and walked over to me.

"I don't know Edward," He whispers into my ear as he slips his fingers into my boxer waistband, "can you?" He nibbles on my earlobe, making me inhale quickly. I hate how he does that! He knows all of my weaknesses and –I hate to say it- how to make me hard. And he can make me beg. I said it! Roy knows how to make me beg for release, and the damn, horny, ass is proud of it too!!

I gently, and shakily, push Roy away, "Roy, I really need to get dressed…"

"I just want to help." He says in that soft as velvet, and seductive as hell voice of his. Damn, at this rate, he'll have his way, (as if there's any other way.) He pulls me close against him, "You can help me too…" Damn it! He's rubbings his thing against me, and how in hell did he get that hard that fast!?

As I prepare to talk back, he pulls my lips to his in a fucking, mind-blowing, seductive kiss. I swear, Roy's got to be the best damn kisser in the world, every time he kisses me I melt into his arms for him to mold into whatever he wants.

But nothing could top our first kiss, the day Roy told me he found my diary and said he loves me…. (That's another story though.)

He pulls away, our mouths connected by a string of saliva till it breaks. (He wins again people!) I want his sweet taste, and lean into him whimpering. That kiss seems to have brought something to life… He smirks his 'knew I'd get my way' smirk and leans down and kisses me again.

He licks and nibbles my bottom lip asking for entrance, I open my mouth to him and wrap my arms around his neck, incase my legs turn to jell-o and give out. His tongue expertly moves around my mouth, making sure it's the same, them laves over my own bringing it to life. As we stand in my room, eyes shut tight; hands griping the other desperately, tongues weaving a memorial dance, our ragged panting breathes mixing as words are whispered so lovingly, so truthfully.

He holds me close whispering the never ending seductive words.

"Come on Edward," Roy says lifting me off my jelly legs, "My room has the bigger bed." Shivers of anticipation send electric shocks straight to my hardening dick.

Damn, Roy has to be the sexiest damn man on earth… (If you think I'm drooling now, you should have seen me during our first time.) He lays me oh-so gently onto his huge dark purple bed-it almost looks black to me. He looks lovingly down at me and kisses my head and rubs my cheek. (I guess you could say I still freak out a little.) Roy's always gentle with me; he removes my shirt followed by his own. He leans down and leads butterfly kisses down my chest and stomach. Course he has to stop and dart his tongue into my belly button….

After he'd done there he moves back up as his hands snake their way to my boxers, pulling them off. I hiss as the cold air hits my hot lower parts. My mind already starting to fog up because of the pleasure I know soon to come. Roy smiles and kisses my lips once, then lowers his head south. I gasp as he licks up my shaft. He slides his tongue into the stop slit, using a hand he massages my sacks, and the other holding onto my flesh hand. (A habit I've acquired.) He slowly takes the head into his mouth, quickly followed by the whole shaft. I close my eyes tighter, and my hand tightens in his. He starts slowly at first, but starts to bob his head faster. My hips buck instinctively, my mind becoming clouded with pleasure, till I cum into his welcoming mouth.

He gets up, swallowing, and looks at me, his dark eyes glazed over much like my own gold ones. I struggle up onto my elbows and lick some of my cum from his face before collapsing back down. He places three fingers in front of my mouth. I take them and suck, laving with my tongue. He has lube, but using saliva is more of a turn on for us if you ask.

Once he thinks they're good and wet, he pulls them out and places my legs over his shoulders. He slowly pushes one coated finger into my entrance. I wince but try to relax as he moves it around adding a second, scissoring. He adds the third finger, pumping in and out, till I scream with pure pleasure from him hitting my prostate. He removes his fingers, and I whimper. Roy smirked and lines himself up at my wet hole.

With my okay nod, he pushes himself in deep, all the pay to where his sacks hit me. After a moment of adjusting, he was moving quickly inside me. We were both panting, hips bucking, but Roy was the only one speaking actual words.

"God damn it Ed! Your ass is so damn tight! It feels so damn good to fuck a tight, little ass like yours!" He kept saying to me as he continuously fucked my mind into submission. Everything goes blank after some time except for me and Roy screaming the others name as we cum. Roy's seed releases deep inside me, and mine comes all over our chest.

Roy lies next to me, and holds me close whispering, "Damn, next time I'm fucking your little ass till you can't walk Ed. I'll fuck your tight little hole till it's over flowing with my seed inside you."

I pant and curl into him, sweaty, and I whisper, "As long as I have you, it's okay…"

He always looks at me, kisses the top of my messy, sex hair covered head and says, "I love you Edward Elric."

"I love you too Roy." Is my response as I, and my love, fall into a deep and loving sleep.