"Because," said Al flatly, "Roy is dark and handsome and--most importantly of all--charming. And you're short and blond and obnoxious."
When you live in a small apartment, it's hard to miss when your brother comes home smelling like sex and absinthe.
Ed was good; here they both were, trying to call each other's bluff.
"It was a while ago," he offered nervously. "Before your time. He's, uh, well, he was a persistent bastard, and... You're not mad, are you?"
You had to hand it to Roy, he certainly knew how to keep his cool.
Yeah. Get it right and be honest, it's a little too good, a little too everything to let go of just yet.
This, too, was a pain that Edward had inflicted only on himself, but neither Roy nor Al had dared to say so.
Someone had clearly forgotten to tell Roy that he was much better at starting fires than stopping them.
"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..."
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.
They would have had a bitter bitchfight had both suddenly not stopped and realized it was all Roy's fault.
Roy had not wanted to cry for many years; he hadn't wept since Ishbal.
"They're human chimeras, Mr. Elric. Children, primarily, and they're violent."
Before this war, he'd never wiped human blood off his automail.
Edward had come into his life, taken over his life; and sometimes Roy wondered what was left of it for him.
God, he's gorgeous, even cut up. Especially cut up.
Inevitably, within five minutes of the door shutting, he has me wanting to put my automail in his face.
Sex isn't comfortable. It's wet, hard, satisfying, but never comfortable.
“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.”
"I won't be an example!" He could still hear her voice wailing in his ear. "I'll choose how I die."
Heavy-lidded, he would savor them slowly, letting them seep into his mind's eye until he could see nothing else.
Ed jabbed accusingly with an automail finger — nearly putting out Mustang's eye as he did so — and shrieked, "You're a crossdresser!"
The hand under Edward's intact leg shifted, and the fingers snapped. A wave of heat danced across his skin, and he shivered in fear as the failed experiment died.
He made the slip-up not whilst in the throes of passion, but rather, sitting quite peacefully at the kitchen table, watching the slender blond cook.
The Colonel's laugh might have been relieved or wanting or even mocking; it was hard to tell.
"Tonight," Roy breathed in his ear, tickling the hairs on the back of his neck, "there will be no safe word. Do you understand?"
Brother deserves better than to always walk alone. And you deserve better than to quietly freeze in the dark, regretting things left untested.
"What I did here was nothing out of the ordinary. You are lucky you were shown it so early."
After three years, two months, fourteen days and five hours of anticipation, Roy heard a knock at the door to his house.
This really was turning out to be a day of surprises, thought Roy.
If you want to find Edward Elric in Central City, you have to be a National Alchemist.
There was nothing more petulant on the face of the planet than Edward Elric when he felt he was owed something.
Usually when he wanted something he just took the steps he knew were necessary to getting it.
But Mustang would hold onto his control easily, manipulating the boy to lose more and more of his.
There was uncertainty in those eyes, and wounded pride, but there was no less passion, and therefore, Roy was no less terrified.
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"So, Colonel, when are you going to find my replacement?"
"How do you manage to win, even when you lose?" he asked sleepily, some time later.
As far as Edward was concerned it could just take for-damn-ever if it wanted because that’s how long he could go without taking to the Bastard.
Ed growled under his breath, color high in his cheeks, and pulled away.
The blond shook his head lightly, probably in amusement, "I'm really sorry but he's normally not like this to strangers but your resemblance? is very striking, Roy."
Now the eyes were dull, the gold frosted, and bitter lines caged his mouth.
"You embarrassed the brass, and now they want their pound of flesh."
Ed clapped his hands again and Roy felt distinctly cold in his nether regions.
Ed had his suspicions about any offer Roy Mustang made that sounded like what he wanted. There had to be a catch.
Riza looks straight ahead. "Personally, I found during my time in Ishbal that nothing stops a career faster than a bullet between the eyes."