The pretenses stopped midway through the second cigarette.
After all, one didn't have a high ranking officer fall into one's lap every day, and Greed was not one to squander someone with that much potential.
Ed imagined Al's expression would look something like Fletcher's did right now.
Al thought, grimly, that he was getting rather good at this.
Occasionally, after a bad sand storm, a bone would work its way up to the surface; bare and bleached, like the sticks he used to pretend were swords.
Ed's heart began pounding in anticipation of the rush he'd feel when the process was over.
Roy tasted fate in the air as he topped the muddy, grass swept hill.
rated:G | S+S | Ed/Roy
"Can I trust you," Ed's dewy eyes were huge and he looked somehow younger than he'd ever looked before.
"I'll have you know I'm in a committed monogamous relationship."
"Just remind me, even if the alternative is to sleep on a ice cube, NEVER to share a bed with you again.
It was just the men today, sitting around drinking coffee and playing cards and waiting for the paint to peel or the Fuhrer-in-Training to request they do something.
Sometimes he outright disappeared for hours, leaving Al feeling panicked.
What was with it with these horny older men? Were they stupid or just massively delusional?
Such strength. Such dignity. Such discipline. So not the person she was supposed to seduce.
He'd lied in smoke filled bars. He'd hunted down lubricants in seedy stores that catered to the most iffy of clientele. Alfons had EARNED Ed's love.
"If you are going to keep pets, you are going to have to take care of them."
"I like you a lot Al. I really do. It's just... you are kind of intimidating..." and seven feet tall, made of metal and a boy...
Ed saw Roy's fingers twitch and curl at his sides as the desire to embrace almost overwhelmed discretion and good sense.
"I'm sorry Al," he said at last. "For what it's worth, I never meant for this to happen to you."
"I'm not thirteen," Al said, as if reading his mind.
"You don't think doing grown up things makes you look older?" Ed said after a while.
It was so easy to forget how uneven alchemy made a fight. No ordinary guy ever had a chance.
In the file were pictures of the alchemist's circle where the boys had attempted to bring back their mother.
The man looked like Shou Tucker -- the human man, not the chimera he'd become.
It was honestly not a kiss.
"Can't you forget what you read for a few minutes, and just... you know... go with the flow?"
Living dangerously had its perks.
No one talked of Equivalent Exchange in England, but they had a saying that came close: There ain't no such thing as a free lunch.
"There is no corresponding word in your language. There is consort, but most people seem to think that that is some kind of advisory position. Then there is wife, which is a bit closer to the true definition--"
He gently turned Ed's head so that he faced the camera, and with just a little luck, Ling would catch that amazing expression Ed always had when he came.
"You know it's a good thing I heal almost immediately, because otherwise I'd be so sore, I'd never get anywhere in the story."
No public place was safe, a park, a grocery store, the laundromat. Archer would turn his head and there Greed would be, acting casual.
A collection of short fics. Pairings and warnings listed individually.
rated:M-L | GEN S+S | Fullmetal |
Al thought of Martel, of Nina. He didn't want to be a chimera.
Two things were constant in his life: His brother and blood.
Of all the castle's "guests," Roy was the only one not allowed to leave. Ever.
Once Envy could have killed Al with the mere scratch of a sharp black finger against those thick bloody lines.
Ed did precisely that, yanking down his shirt and attempting to close his jacket around what was a quite fine, if a bit incongruent, pair of breasts.
Ed did not love Roy. But he was utterly, completely, and hopelessly in lust with him.
The smart thing to do would be to cut and run, but somehow that just didn't seem manly. And Ed was not going to look like a girl in front of this creep.
"I know, I know, the deal is whoever's on bottom gets to pick your shape, but really, this is ridiculous."
"This will feel like home, soon," Greed said when he woke the first time in this bed.
He dragged through his last mission a true convert to the stone, the last shreds of self preservation stripped from him.
Inevitably, within five minutes of the door shutting, he has me wanting to put my automail in his face.
The air feels cold against Al's face, and even colder down his naked back.
It was so easy to want to do something, just because he could do it.
Ed knew he was going to muck everything up between the three of him if he didn't get a hold of his libido.
Al himself had asked for nothing, except the one thing that Hohenheim wouldn't give him. Freedom.
A small biological flaw, if one could even consider it that.
"Have you ever thought about becoming a daddy?" Wrath said.
Roy flinched a little and walked the rest of the way down the hall -– to his fate. No, today would not be easy.
"Oh my," the woman smiling broadly. "How CUTE. You are purring."
"It's not that easy, Roy. You see, it's my fault he is this way. He honestly doesn't want to hurt me. He loves me..."
This is what lovers do, thought Ed. They sacrifice for the other's pleasure.
"No," said Ed, his voice quiet. "You can't hurt me."
The nurses knew all about these interludes, of course, but it was not something they could do anything about.
His first thought was that there was something fundamentally and frighteningly wrong with him.
Ed clapped his hands again and Roy felt distinctly cold in his nether regions.
There was a foul, slightly decaying scent that lingered cloyingly in his nose even after he turned his head to the fresh breeze.
Archer smiled. "You are no longer the darling of the Military, Mustang. I am."
The Fuhrer always used that word. Ripe. Like fruit to be devoured .
After three years, two months, fourteen days and five hours of anticipation, Roy heard a knock at the door to his house.
"So, Colonel, when are you going to find my replacement?"
Roy would have to remember to make Ed take a hot shower before sex; it would cut down on unpleasant cold shocks.
Al turned out to be damnably difficult to seduce, but Roy wasn't about to back down from the challenge.
"One of us was going to betray the other tonight."
"I've never met a pair of virgins more ready to jump off the sexual deep end, and you are hung up on a little social rule?"
If it weren't for the expression, Roy would have assumed that Ed had been sparring with Al as they frequently did while he was away at work.
The sun was up. It was time to start the day, but Roy felt exhausted.
Who knew how long it would take to find Al and take down those who'd conspired to feign his death?
This is not how normal people behave, Ed's mind warned him.
It was a shame to mark the boy's pretty face so, but considering his abilities, prudent.
So soft... so completely squeezable. It would take work to make this decadent man hard.
The resemblance to the first set was so uncanny that had he not known better, Ling would have assumed she was a twin.
Really, who said that a woman's sex life had to end at 60? An experienced woman had a lot to offer, and Pinako was quite, quite experienced.
"It's just a hazing, Elric," said the first voice, almost gently.
"You embarrassed the brass, and now they want their pound of flesh."
I have enough things to worry about without dragging you into my messes. Why did you have to be the one to come after me?
If it had been Mustang in charge, and not Archer, Ed would be down there right now, freeing Al. Mustang understood.
Al liked to think of Ling as a great big black cat, just coming in out of the cold and dark to snuggle up with a warm body and be petted.
rated:M-S | S×S | Brotherhood | mid-series |
Ling. Ambitious, greedy Ling. He deserved what he got.
...it was something you had. And if it's something you had, it's something I want.
"What I did here was nothing out of the ordinary. You are lucky you were shown it so early."
But there would be no alchemy crackling to his command, not in this world, and the thought of swinging a weapon against this man left him cold in agony.
It was merely a battle of wills. He would win.
He was glad his expression rarely reflected what he felt on the inside.
"So," said Ling. "I was thinking, perhaps my father can buy out Ed's contract."
Sometimes it was easy to forget she was a conscript. Other times, it was impossible.
Greed watched his every move like a hawk, mimicking his mannerisms.
"Apparently their mother never cautioned them to stay away from strangers with cars."