Ed considered for a moment how much to share with the boy. Kids could be weird with what upset them, and Ed didn't want to lose his single ally in the neighborhood.
"Listen, bastard... Do you always have to do things the hard way? You never, ever make it easy for me."
This really was turning out to be a day of surprises, thought Roy.
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."
Rule number one: no one knows about us. Rule number two: I will continue to take other lovers to keep up appearances. Rule number three: no commitment. I thought it would be best to keep this quiet so I wouldn't look like a damn pedophile.
"Let me get this straight — you want to kiss me to support a theory!?"
The first thing he was aware of when the aftershocks faded was an automail hand on his throat.
"You can't do that! This is a shounen series!" he hissed.
"So, Colonel, when are you going to find my replacement?"
Every rule in the book tells him that it's wrong, frat-er-nisation, number one cause of discharged officers in peace time situations.
Screaming or crying would have been appropriate. Edward Elric didn't care about propriety. He was laughing.
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The showy bastard snapped with a killer grin for their audience and really, Roy was meant for either politics or the stage.
"You're a lightweight," Roy said dryly, and smiled at the face Ed pulled. "That's enough for tonight, I think."
What he really wanted to know was something else - a question of 'why', quite likely.
There was nothing more petulant on the face of the planet than Edward Elric when he felt he was owed something.
It really irritated him that he did have ten years of experience and Roy could look at him and drop his voice a little and Ed squirmed.
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."
"Huh? Whose fault? Ahahah.. aha..." Ed tried to avoid the topic.
"Can I trust you," Ed's dewy eyes were huge and he looked somehow younger than he'd ever looked before.
I noticed, Ed told him with as much edge as he could muster.
"...If I...really went insane...I mean, completely lost my mind..." Ed said, carefully, "do you think you'd be able to stop me?"
Edward doesn't come back the next night, or the next.
Roy had been among the rebels for weeks now, and he'd learned very early on that these men were dangerous, very dangerous.
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.
Roy would have to remember to make Ed take a hot shower before sex; it would cut down on unpleasant cold shocks.
Someone had clearly forgotten to tell Roy that he was much better at starting fires than stopping them.
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?
He would have been crying for a long time, but the tears seem to have frozen in this damn cold too.
Ed jabbed accusingly with an automail finger — nearly putting out Mustang's eye as he did so — and shrieked, "You're a crossdresser!"
Ed let out the barest squeak, then glared fire as if daring Roy to say anything.
It doesn’t disappoint, never does; Ed is standing on the corner when the car arrives, all sharp moody edges and obtrusively coloured blue shorts.
Ed growled under his breath, color high in his cheeks, and pulled away.
Thank you General Mustang. At least that creep was good for something. Winry still wasn't convinced he was good for Ed.
Brother deserves better than to always walk alone. And you deserve better than to quietly freeze in the dark, regretting things left untested.
"You're getting quite the list," Roy said. "Not that I am any sort of advocate for monogamy, but you certainly are taking full advantage of playing the field."
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.
Let it never be said that whatever his obsessive tendencies, Edward Elric was unable to enjoy life's simpler pleasures.
This, too, was a pain that Edward had inflicted only on himself, but neither Roy nor Al had dared to say so.
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.
Ed had his suspicions about any offer Roy Mustang made that sounded like what he wanted. There had to be a catch.
Yeah. Get it right and be honest, it's a little too good, a little too everything to let go of just yet.
Ed saw Roy's fingers twitch and curl at his sides as the desire to embrace almost overwhelmed discretion and good sense.
"No funny business!" Ed thundered, not fooled for one minute by that innocent look.
His boyfriend. He wants me to be his boyfriend. He's wooing me with gifts. I'm being courted!