The reminder that Roy always managed to know what Edward was doing barely got a half-hearted glare.
Elysia glanced once more around the room. In her head, there were echoes, snatches of conversations, voices from people long gone, long dead. There were ghosts in this room.
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.
Ed had his suspicions about any offer Roy Mustang made that sounded like what he wanted. There had to be a catch.
Ed growled under his breath, color high in his cheeks, and pulled away.
"Hey! She did it blindfolded! No one else could do that! And better her than that old hag!"
"Alchemy is intended for the public good. If it wasn't anything illegal, why the need for secrecy?"
Yeah. Get it right and be honest, it's a little too good, a little too everything to let go of just yet.
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.
Roy was far from at ease and he could not sleep, and so, instead, he watched Edward, feeling anxiety and guilt sink claws into his belly and tear into his mind.
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.
There was a terrible vulnerability to Roy when his cover slipped, and it made Ed uncomfortable.
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"Just remind me, even if the alternative is to sleep on a ice cube, NEVER to share a bed with you again.
What he really wanted to know was something else - a question of 'why', quite likely.
Ed was good; here they both were, trying to call each other's bluff.
I was talking with Al one day. And I was explaining how a long-term relationship is like a religion. They both have similar hallmarks...
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."
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.
"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."
When you live in a small apartment, it's hard to miss when your brother comes home smelling like sex and absinthe.
Fullmetal was starting to turn slightly purple, now, which definitely clashed with his coloring...
Thank you General Mustang. At least that creep was good for something. Winry still wasn't convinced he was good for Ed.
This really was turning out to be a day of surprises, thought Roy.
"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..."
Ed jabbed accusingly with an automail finger — nearly putting out Mustang's eye as he did so — and shrieked, "You're a crossdresser!"
Ed clapped his hands again and Roy felt distinctly cold in his nether regions.
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?
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.
"You're a lightweight," Roy said dryly, and smiled at the face Ed pulled. "That's enough for tonight, I think."
Ed saw Roy's fingers twitch and curl at his sides as the desire to embrace almost overwhelmed discretion and good sense.
Riza looks straight ahead. "Personally, I found during my time in Ishbal that nothing stops a career faster than a bullet between the eyes."
The first thing he was aware of when the aftershocks faded was an automail hand on his throat.
That was unacceptable. Anger was to be expected; disgust was not allowed.
“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.”
It was sure to be a disaster.
Screaming or crying would have been appropriate. Edward Elric didn't care about propriety. He was laughing.
"It's blue!" Edward announced with the voice of desperation.
Inevitably, within five minutes of the door shutting, he has me wanting to put my automail in his face.
Winry had scraped a promise out of Ed.
Edward doesn't come back the next night, or the next.
God, he's gorgeous, even cut up. Especially cut up.
Every rule in the book tells him that it's wrong, frat-er-nisation, number one cause of discharged officers in peace time situations.
Edward had come into his life, taken over his life; and sometimes Roy wondered what was left of it for him.
Heavy-lidded, he would savor them slowly, letting them seep into his mind's eye until he could see nothing else.
"You'd think the Colonel would have plenty of experience in dealing with irate brothers by now."
"No funny business!" Ed thundered, not fooled for one minute by that innocent look.
It was well known around Central headquarters that Roy Mustang was lusting after the visiting Major-General.
"Let me get this straight — you want to kiss me to support a theory!?"