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.
"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?"
“I said no, Fullmetal--hey, what are you mmnph!”
"They're human chimeras, Mr. Elric. Children, primarily, and they're violent."
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.
"Go back to sleep, Mustang," Ed answers absently, flipping the page.
"I have to spend a year at Northern Command, and you can't come with me."
Heavy-lidded, he would savor them slowly, letting them seep into his mind's eye until he could see nothing else.
"You can't do that! This is a shounen series!" he hissed.
It was sure to be a disaster.
Ed jabbed accusingly with an automail finger — nearly putting out Mustang's eye as he did so — and shrieked, "You're a crossdresser!"
"Can I trust you," Ed's dewy eyes were huge and he looked somehow younger than he'd ever looked before.
Let it never be said that whatever his obsessive tendencies, Edward Elric was unable to enjoy life's simpler pleasures.
There was uncertainty in those eyes, and wounded pride, but there was no less passion, and therefore, Roy was no less terrified.
Ed had his suspicions about any offer Roy Mustang made that sounded like what he wanted. There had to be a catch.
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.
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 clapped his hands again and Roy felt distinctly cold in his nether regions.
Inevitably, within five minutes of the door shutting, he has me wanting to put my automail in his face.
There was a terrible vulnerability to Roy when his cover slipped, and it made Ed uncomfortable.
"For the last time, we are not having this conversation!"
"Listen, bastard... Do you always have to do things the hard way? You never, ever make it easy for me."
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.
His boyfriend. He wants me to be his boyfriend. He's wooing me with gifts. I'm being courted!
"It's blue!" Edward announced with the voice of desperation.
Roy had been among the rebels for weeks now, and he'd learned very early on that these men were dangerous, very dangerous.
"Huh? Whose fault? Ahahah.. aha..." Ed tried to avoid the topic.
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.
It was an old argument — practically every night, the ritual sparring for who'd be in control.
"Let me get this straight — you want to kiss me to support a theory!?"
Roy had arched an eyebrow, cleared his throat. "Can I ask what it is about my hand that merits such an intense examination?"
After three years, two months, fourteen days and five hours of anticipation, Roy heard a knock at the door to his house.
Roy would have to remember to make Ed take a hot shower before sex; it would cut down on unpleasant cold shocks.
The Colonel should, by all that is logical in the world, be less intimidating out of his uniform.
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.
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.
"Al," Ed said seriously and leaned forward to look up into his brother's glowing eyes, "if he had mind control powers, you would tell me, right?"
What he really wanted to know was something else - a question of 'why', quite likely.
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Ed let out the barest squeak, then glared fire as if daring Roy to say anything.
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"You have no idea how good you look right now," Roy said.
Sex isn't comfortable. It's wet, hard, satisfying, but never comfortable.
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.
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.
"I won't be an example!" He could still hear her voice wailing in his ear. "I'll choose how I die."
The Colonel's laugh might have been relieved or wanting or even mocking; it was hard to tell.