"No funny business!" Ed thundered, not fooled for one minute by that innocent look.
"It was a while ago," he offered nervously. "Before your time. He's, uh, well, he was a persistent bastard, and... You're not mad, are you?"
"Tonight," Roy breathed in his ear, tickling the hairs on the back of his neck, "there will be no safe word. Do you understand?"
"Can I trust you," Ed's dewy eyes were huge and he looked somehow younger than he'd ever looked before.
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.
Ed saw Roy's fingers twitch and curl at his sides as the desire to embrace almost overwhelmed discretion and good sense.
"In case you hadn't noticed," Ed went on, poking Roy in the chest, "I am no longer twelve."
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.
There was a terrible vulnerability to Roy when his cover slipped, and it made Ed uncomfortable.
Ed was pretty sure that the Colonel had an office fetish.
Roy would have to remember to make Ed take a hot shower before sex; it would cut down on unpleasant cold shocks.
"Half the time you get surprised it's with some shit you didn't even want, the other half of the time you get surprised, you barely avoid getting killed."
"Huh? Whose fault? Ahahah.. aha..." Ed tried to avoid the topic.
That was unacceptable. Anger was to be expected; disgust was not allowed.
God, he's gorgeous, even cut up. Especially cut up.
"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'd be dangerous if you ever figured out what you wanted, Fullmetal."
Edward had come into his life, taken over his life; and sometimes Roy wondered what was left of it for him.
"I know those court ordered anger management classes were years ago, but you've come such a long way."
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.
"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?"
"You'd think the Colonel would have plenty of experience in dealing with irate brothers by now."
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.
"You have no idea how good you look right now," Roy said.
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 had to hand it to Roy, he certainly knew how to keep his cool.
But Mustang would hold onto his control easily, manipulating the boy to lose more and more of his.
"Listen, bastard... Do you always have to do things the hard way? You never, ever make it easy for me."
"I have to spend a year at Northern Command, and you can't come with me."
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."
“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.”
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.
When you live in a small apartment, it's hard to miss when your brother comes home smelling like sex and absinthe.
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.
"Alchemy is intended for the public good. If it wasn't anything illegal, why the need for secrecy?"
It was, and he hated to admit it, an intriguing proposal. Ed wondered who the General had leaned on to get it written in just such a way to make his alchemic blood tingle.
"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..."
If you want to find Edward Elric in Central City, you have to be a National Alchemist.
Ed clapped his hands again and Roy felt distinctly cold in his nether regions.
Some of the stuff he was asked to investigate was truly stupid shit. A bakery, for instance.
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...
Screaming or crying would have been appropriate. Edward Elric didn't care about propriety. He was laughing.
Roy had been among the rebels for weeks now, and he'd learned very early on that these men were dangerous, very dangerous.
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.
Inevitably, within five minutes of the door shutting, he has me wanting to put my automail in his face.
"You can't do that! This is a shounen series!" he hissed.
"Let me get this straight — you want to kiss me to support a theory!?"