Roy had arched an eyebrow, cleared his throat. "Can I ask what it is about my hand that merits such an intense examination?"
"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?"
"Go back to sleep, Mustang," Ed answers absently, flipping the page.
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.
"...If I...really went insane...I mean, completely lost my mind..." Ed said, carefully, "do you think you'd be able to stop me?"
Every rule in the book tells him that it's wrong, frat-er-nisation, number one cause of discharged officers in peace time situations.
The showy bastard snapped with a killer grin for their audience and really, Roy was meant for either politics or the stage.
"Yeah, so I hear the best way to get anything out of you is by going through your pants," the boy said evenly.
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God, he's gorgeous, even cut up. Especially cut up.
"Huh? Whose fault? Ahahah.. aha..." Ed tried to avoid the topic.
Edward had come into his life, taken over his life; and sometimes Roy wondered what was left of it for him.
Screaming or crying would have been appropriate. Edward Elric didn't care about propriety. He was laughing.
Artificial muscles and steel could not replace the level of sensitivity real muscle and skin had.
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It was sure to be a disaster.
The first thing he was aware of when the aftershocks faded was an automail hand on his throat.
"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."
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'd think the Colonel would have plenty of experience in dealing with irate brothers by now."
"It's blue!" Edward announced with the voice of desperation.
"You embarrassed the brass, and now they want their pound of flesh."
There was nothing more petulant on the face of the planet than Edward Elric when he felt he was owed something.
Roy had been among the rebels for weeks now, and he'd learned very early on that these men were dangerous, very dangerous.
They would have had a bitter bitchfight had both suddenly not stopped and realized it was all Roy's fault.
Riza looks straight ahead. "Personally, I found during my time in Ishbal that nothing stops a career faster than a bullet between the eyes."
Brother deserves better than to always walk alone. And you deserve better than to quietly freeze in the dark, regretting things left untested.
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?
There was uncertainty in those eyes, and wounded pride, but there was no less passion, and therefore, Roy was no less terrified.
"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..."
After three years, two months, fourteen days and five hours of anticipation, Roy heard a knock at the door to his house.
Fullmetal was starting to turn slightly purple, now, which definitely clashed with his coloring...
Usually when he wanted something he just took the steps he knew were necessary to getting it.
... 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...
“I said no, Fullmetal--hey, what are you mmnph!”
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.
The Colonel's laugh might have been relieved or wanting or even mocking; it was hard to tell.
"You have no idea how good you look right now," Roy said.
Ed was pretty sure that the Colonel had an office fetish.
Inevitably, within five minutes of the door shutting, he has me wanting to put my automail in his face.
"You're a lightweight," Roy said dryly, and smiled at the face Ed pulled. "That's enough for tonight, I think."
Roy tasted fate in the air as he topped the muddy, grass swept hill.
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"Let me get this straight — you want to kiss me to support a theory!?"
Now the eyes were dull, the gold frosted, and bitter lines caged his mouth.
“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 have to spend a year at Northern Command, and you can't come with me."
"Can I trust you," Ed's dewy eyes were huge and he looked somehow younger than he'd ever looked before.
Ed growled under his breath, color high in his cheeks, and pulled away.