Fullmetal was starting to turn slightly purple, now, which definitely clashed with his coloring...
“I said no, Fullmetal--hey, what are you mmnph!”
Edward doesn't come back the next night, or the next.
This really was turning out to be a day of surprises, thought Roy.
"I won't be an example!" He could still hear her voice wailing in his ear. "I'll choose how I die."
Thank you General Mustang. At least that creep was good for something. Winry still wasn't convinced he was good for Ed.
"It's blue!" Edward announced with the voice of desperation.
Some of the stuff he was asked to investigate was truly stupid shit. A bakery, for instance.
They'd been on the run so long, Ed had long since lost track of the last time he'd slept in a bed instead of in an abandoned barn, or under a hedge.
"...If I...really went insane...I mean, completely lost my mind..." Ed said, carefully, "do you think you'd be able to stop me?"
"You can't do that! This is a shounen series!" he hissed.
Heavy-lidded, he would savor them slowly, letting them seep into his mind's eye until he could see nothing else.
"You're a lightweight," Roy said dryly, and smiled at the face Ed pulled. "That's enough for tonight, I think."
It was an old argument — practically every night, the ritual sparring for who'd be in control.
There were lines that should never be crossed and things one should never wish for, and sometimes even the best of intentions were not enough.
Edward had come into his life, taken over his life; and sometimes Roy wondered what was left of it for him.
Ed was pretty sure that the Colonel had an office fetish.
"You have no idea how good you look right now," Roy said.
God, he's gorgeous, even cut up. Especially cut up.
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.
"Hey! She did it blindfolded! No one else could do that! And better her than that old hag!"
"Go back to sleep, Mustang," Ed answers absently, flipping the page.
Roy had arched an eyebrow, cleared his throat. "Can I ask what it is about my hand that merits such an intense examination?"
"You'd be dangerous if you ever figured out what you wanted, Fullmetal."
Every rule in the book tells him that it's wrong, frat-er-nisation, number one cause of discharged officers in peace time situations.
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.
Ed had confessed that he had no idea how the relationships had started.
"Post break-up beer, all the way from Xing," Al grinned merrily. "Taken right off a cart heading for the royal court. See the lengths I go to to cheer you up?"
The magazine told him he was doing it all wrong. First, it said he was boring. Then, it said he was bad in bed. Next, it said he was inconsiderate. After that, it told him he was gullible.
The door opened, and all the energy Ed had been ready to put towards transmuting the door into a pile of sticks drained out of him through his feet.
"Yeah, so I hear the best way to get anything out of you is by going through your pants," the boy said evenly.
"Listen, bastard... Do you always have to do things the hard way? You never, ever make it easy for me."
Winry had scraped a promise out of Ed.
After three years, two months, fourteen days and five hours of anticipation, Roy heard a knock at the door to his house.
A collection of 100 word ficlets.
A collection of 100 word ficlets.
"Let me get this straight — you want to kiss me to support a theory!?"
... to prove his point, he wields his tongue as he would a pen, hastily spelling out the letters P-E-R-V-E-R-T with his saliva...
The Colonel should, by all that is logical in the world, be less intimidating out of his uniform.
There was uncertainty in those eyes, and wounded pride, but there was no less passion, and therefore, Roy was no less terrified.
This, too, was a pain that Edward had inflicted only on himself, but neither Roy nor Al had dared to say so.
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.
Brother deserves better than to always walk alone. And you deserve better than to quietly freeze in the dark, regretting things left untested.
"They're human chimeras, Mr. Elric. Children, primarily, and they're violent."
If you want to find Edward Elric in Central City, you have to be a National Alchemist.
"So, Colonel, when are you going to find my replacement?"