"What I did here was nothing out of the ordinary. You are lucky you were shown it so early."
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.
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.
"In case you hadn't noticed," Ed went on, poking Roy in the chest, "I am no longer twelve."
After three years, two months, fourteen days and five hours of anticipation, Roy heard a knock at the door to his house.
Brother deserves better than to always walk alone. And you deserve better than to quietly freeze in the dark, regretting things left untested.
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"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?"
If killers and empty assassin armor hadn't frightened him, half a foot of park bench shouldn't leave him feeling so useless and pathetic.
Screaming or crying would have been appropriate. Edward Elric didn't care about propriety. He was laughing.
It was sure to be a disaster.
That was unacceptable. Anger was to be expected; disgust was not allowed.
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.
Before this war, he'd never wiped human blood off his automail.
The first thing he was aware of when the aftershocks faded was an automail hand on his throat.
"No funny business!" Ed thundered, not fooled for one minute by that innocent look.
"How do you manage to win, even when you lose?" he asked sleepily, some time later.
"They're human chimeras, Mr. Elric. Children, primarily, and they're violent."
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"Tonight," Roy breathed in his ear, tickling the hairs on the back of his neck, "there will be no safe word. Do you understand?"
The blond shook his head lightly, probably in amusement, "I'm really sorry but he's normally not like this to strangers but your resemblance? is very striking, Roy."
"You're a lightweight," Roy said dryly, and smiled at the face Ed pulled. "That's enough for tonight, I think."
What he really wanted to know was something else - a question of 'why', quite likely.
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.
This really was turning out to be a day of surprises, thought Roy.
"I have to spend a year at Northern Command, and you can't come with me."
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.
Heavy-lidded, he would savor them slowly, letting them seep into his mind's eye until he could see nothing else.
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...
"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."
Let it never be said that whatever his obsessive tendencies, Edward Elric was unable to enjoy life's simpler pleasures.
Sex isn't comfortable. It's wet, hard, satisfying, but never comfortable.
"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?"
Ed was good; here they both were, trying to call each other's bluff.
God, he's gorgeous, even cut up. Especially cut up.
Yeah. Get it right and be honest, it's a little too good, a little too everything to let go of just yet.
Ed clapped his hands again and Roy felt distinctly cold in his nether regions.
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.
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.
Roy tasted fate in the air as he topped the muddy, grass swept hill.
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... 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...
There was uncertainty in those eyes, and wounded pride, but there was no less passion, and therefore, Roy was no less terrified.
Fullmetal was starting to turn slightly purple, now, which definitely clashed with his coloring...
Ed growled under his breath, color high in his cheeks, and pulled away.
"So, Colonel, when are you going to find my replacement?"
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.
"Listen, bastard... Do you always have to do things the hard way? You never, ever make it easy for me."
"Can I trust you," Ed's dewy eyes were huge and he looked somehow younger than he'd ever looked before.
The reminder that Roy always managed to know what Edward was doing barely got a half-hearted glare.