015 ; ladykiller

May 12, 2006 06:29

It isn't like me to be so confused about my own actions.


Is it him... or is it what we did that I enjoyed so much?

I wasn't expecting him to take charge. I wasn't expecting him to take me by force. And... at first I didn't want it. At first... Hell would freeze before Roy Mustang surrendered supremacy to anyone.

... must have been a cold evening.

I felt naked in more than the obvious sense. Perhaps that is why I am so puzzled...

There's something frenzied and primal about being with a man. There's nothing soft or curvaceous about it. It's not sweet; it's rough and unforgiving.

I'm not sure whether or not I like the taste -- whether or not I would repeat it...

But one thing is for sure: I was drunk--he was drunk--but I remember every dirty detail. Just the memory of it is burning me up all over again.

This reeks of self-discovery, but it is a far cry from "discovering" myself. I know who the hell I am. I know what I like... until I try a new flavor.

I am a responsible man, and I can take responsibility for this. This had to be a mistake...

What the fuck has Vegas done to me?

Fullmetal, what is your current location? You're overdue for an ass-beating.
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