"Listen, bastard... Do you always have to do things the hard way? You never, ever make it easy for me."
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.
Roy tasted fate in the air as he topped the muddy, grass swept hill.
rated:G | S+S | Ed/Roy
Before this war, he'd never wiped human blood off his automail.
Thank you General Mustang. At least that creep was good for something. Winry still wasn't convinced he was good for Ed.
"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.
Ed growled under his breath, color high in his cheeks, and pulled away.
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.
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.
Let it never be said that whatever his obsessive tendencies, Edward Elric was unable to enjoy life's simpler pleasures.
There was nothing more petulant on the face of the planet than Edward Elric when he felt he was owed something.
Heavy-lidded, he would savor them slowly, letting them seep into his mind's eye until he could see nothing else.
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.
"Let me get this straight — you want to kiss me to support a theory!?"
Life, the Fullmetal Alchemist decided viciously, wasn't fair.
"You'd think the Colonel would have plenty of experience in dealing with irate brothers by now."
There was a terrible vulnerability to Roy when his cover slipped, and it made Ed uncomfortable.
"They're human chimeras, Mr. Elric. Children, primarily, and they're violent."
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."
Someone had clearly forgotten to tell Roy that he was much better at starting fires than stopping them.
You had to hand it to Roy, he certainly knew how to keep his cool.
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.
"No funny business!" Ed thundered, not fooled for one minute by that innocent look.
"What I did here was nothing out of the ordinary. You are lucky you were shown it so early."
"I know those court ordered anger management classes were years ago, but you've come such a long way."
No alchemical reaction could sustain fire without fuel forever.
"For the last time, we are not having this conversation!"
What he really wanted to know was something else - a question of 'why', quite likely.
They would have had a bitter bitchfight had both suddenly not stopped and realized it was all Roy's fault.
Usually when he wanted something he just took the steps he knew were necessary to getting it.
"Can I trust you," Ed's dewy eyes were huge and he looked somehow younger than he'd ever looked before.
Winry had scraped a promise out of Ed.
This really was turning out to be a day of surprises, thought Roy.
Ed had confessed that he had no idea how the relationships had started.
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.
"Just remind me, even if the alternative is to sleep on a ice cube, NEVER to share a bed with you again.
"Yeah, so I hear the best way to get anything out of you is by going through your pants," the boy said evenly.
You want to break him just once; see what he really is beneath that cool exterior.
Fullmetal was starting to turn slightly purple, now, which definitely clashed with his coloring...
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...
"...If I...really went insane...I mean, completely lost my mind..." Ed said, carefully, "do you think you'd be able to stop me?"
Ed had his suspicions about any offer Roy Mustang made that sounded like what he wanted. There had to be a catch.
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I noticed, Ed told him with as much edge as he could muster.
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 showy bastard snapped with a killer grin for their audience and really, Roy was meant for either politics or the stage.