"You can't do that! This is a shounen series!" he hissed.
"I'm not being forced out of another home. They won't be here long, and it's not like they'll be looking for us."
He had to force himself to remember that he hadn't even known what Alphonse had been like in the flesh, but he was fairly certain that he hadn't been a polished and polite doppelganger of his older brother.
He always put his tongue in his cheek when he fired his weapon, and bit down when he grimaced at the aftermath.
So, really, it was only fair that Ed's first, instinctive reaction when Roy hit the ground after slipping off the roof was to snort and tell him, "I told you so."
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.
It was so easy to want to do something, just because he could do it.
“Your latest expense reports left something to be desired. Why don’t you have a seat, and we’ll go over them.” “I’ll stand, thanks.”
Roy had arched an eyebrow, cleared his throat. "Can I ask what it is about my hand that merits such an intense examination?"
Typical Ed; overprotective, hypocritical, condescending, and for some reason fundamentally incapable of treating Al as an equal.
Someone had clearly forgotten to tell Roy that he was much better at starting fires than stopping them.
At a large mahogany desk, polished to an almost jewel-like shine, sat Colonel Edward Elric, who was deep into his paperwork. Or at least that is how he appeared.
After so many years in the dark, Edward Elric had discovered he had a libido after all, and it was unfortunately exacting its frustrated vengeance upon one Alphonse Elric.
"I will teach you patience even it if kills me," Alfons gritted out. "Let me do this my way, you can give up control just for one act."
His name. His name on wet, bloody lips. Edward turned his face away, his lips in the long, dark hair.
The thought that Elric might be hanging around, watching him like yesterday, was just too creepy to contemplate.
Fullmetal was starting to turn slightly purple, now, which definitely clashed with his coloring...
This would be so much easier if he could just refuse the man to his face.
The brush began its march through the sunbeam locks, from crown to tail, and Riza pressed her lips to them. "Until then."
It is somewhat odd that two brothers can be so different, yet so close.
Winry had scraped a promise out of Ed.
It was inconceivable to think that this could ever be called beautiful...but the same could have been said for her once, couldn't it?
"All this will do is give your soul access to the feelings that should be in your body right now, just like a normal teenage boy."
This was getting crazy. He knew that his college years ran equivalent with his sexual peak, but honestly?
Something that wasn't quite narcissism, wasn't quite masturbation.
"No funny business!" Ed thundered, not fooled for one minute by that innocent look.
It isn't often that our darkest fantasies get fulfilled.
"So ...." Havoc tried to look nonchalant. "Fullmetal's hair is, uh ... bright."
Artificial muscles and steel could not replace the level of sensitivity real muscle and skin had.
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.
"You'd think the Colonel would have plenty of experience in dealing with irate brothers by now."
His first thought was that there was something fundamentally and frighteningly wrong with him.
But he kept going back. She knew, and confronted him at one time.
Between Ed's commanding presence and the fact that Al had been an impressively large suit of spiked armor, it had been hard to get to know him much.
He has felt this before, from homunculi and other dead things, and where Al does not have those tactile memories from Before, only visual ones (thankfully, thankfully), Ed certainly does.
When there was no answer, he tried again, but gave up after that. It wasn't like Ed would get eaten by a rabid saucepan, or something.
To every outlandish, self-serving, and sometimes damn near suicidal thing that Edward Elric suggested, Jean Havoc would always reply mildly, with just a touch of good humor, "You're the boss."
...when he presses his hand against the scraped array and wills it to activate, he can't help but send a whispered prayer to it. Please work. Please, please...
Ed had confessed that he had no idea how the relationships had started.
With no warning at all, something changed in the air between them, and the fight turned dirty.
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.
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"I can't be this old and still a virgin," Ed snickered. "I mean, you've been with someone, right?
"...If I...really went insane...I mean, completely lost my mind..." Ed said, carefully, "do you think you'd be able to stop me?"
Oh, yes, Ed had ordered him not to speak, too. Couldn't forget about that.
It was, and he hated to admit it, an intriguing proposal. Ed wondered who the General had leaned on to get it written in just such a way to make his alchemic blood tingle.
It made a lovely picture, with the moonlight streaming in thick and silver under the curtains, and Edward silently cursed everything that came to mind...
"I'm sorry Al," he said at last. "For what it's worth, I never meant for this to happen to you."
Who knew how long it would take to find Al and take down those who'd conspired to feign his death?