"You have no idea how good you look right now," Roy said.
"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 sure to be a disaster.
"Come on," he snorted. "As if I could say no to Al AND Winly looking at me like that."
Usually when he wanted something he just took the steps he knew were necessary to getting it.
Ed saw Roy's fingers twitch and curl at his sides as the desire to embrace almost overwhelmed discretion and good sense.
Some of the stuff he was asked to investigate was truly stupid shit. A bakery, for instance.
... 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...
It was well known around Central headquarters that Roy Mustang was lusting after the visiting Major-General.
Edward doesn't come back the next night, or the next.
The showy bastard snapped with a killer grin for their audience and really, Roy was meant for either politics or the stage.
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.
"Alchemy is intended for the public good. If it wasn't anything illegal, why the need for secrecy?"
Inevitably, within five minutes of the door shutting, he has me wanting to put my automail in his face.
His boyfriend. He wants me to be his boyfriend. He's wooing me with gifts. I'm being courted!
"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?"
"You can't do that! This is a shounen series!" he hissed.
Roy tasted fate in the air as he topped the muddy, grass swept hill.
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This, too, was a pain that Edward had inflicted only on himself, but neither Roy nor Al had dared to say so.
Winry had scraped a promise out of Ed.
Riza looks straight ahead. "Personally, I found during my time in Ishbal that nothing stops a career faster than a bullet between the eyes."
There was nothing more petulant on the face of the planet than Edward Elric when he felt he was owed something.
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.
"Huh? Whose fault? Ahahah.. aha..." Ed tried to avoid the topic.
It was an old argument — practically every night, the ritual sparring for who'd be in control.
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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Let it never be said that whatever his obsessive tendencies, Edward Elric was unable to enjoy life's simpler pleasures.
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Mustang fell into a kind of trance whenever he killed with his flames -- snapping his fingers continually, sometimes so fast that both his hands blurred.
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.
They would have had a bitter bitchfight had both suddenly not stopped and realized it was all Roy's fault.
Before this war, he'd never wiped human blood off his automail.
While Al couldn't say he approved, he was certain the Colonel wasn't stupid enough to try anything with Ed on a first date.
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."
No alchemical reaction could sustain fire without fuel forever.
"What I did here was nothing out of the ordinary. You are lucky you were shown it so early."
I noticed, Ed told him with as much edge as he could muster.
Screaming or crying would have been appropriate. Edward Elric didn't care about propriety. He was laughing.
This really was turning out to be a day of surprises, thought Roy.
Ed jabbed accusingly with an automail finger — nearly putting out Mustang's eye as he did so — and shrieked, "You're a crossdresser!"
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.
His brother seemed to like it when the leather left marks, a residual token of ownership, even when the collar (by job-dictated necessity) had to be removed.
As far as Edward was concerned it could just take for-damn-ever if it wanted because thatís how long he could go without taking to the Bastard.
"Because," said Al flatly, "Roy is dark and handsome and--most importantly of all--charming. And you're short and blond and obnoxious."
Al crouches down on a dune looking down on the camp and draws an array in the sand, thinking of Gunnar with a dull pang of grief.