Roy would have to remember to make Ed take a hot shower before sex; it would cut down on unpleasant cold shocks.
Ed had his suspicions about any offer Roy Mustang made that sounded like what he wanted. There had to be a catch.
Ed was pretty sure that the Colonel had an office fetish.
It was sure to be a disaster.
You had to hand it to Roy, he certainly knew how to keep his cool.
Now the eyes were dull, the gold frosted, and bitter lines caged his mouth.
Screaming or crying would have been appropriate. Edward Elric didn't care about propriety. He was laughing.
Roy's breath took a holiday at the beach for approximately 30 seconds, the longest it had ever left him alone.
"Come on," he snorted. "As if I could say no to Al AND Winly looking at me like that."
"Tonight," Roy breathed in his ear, tickling the hairs on the back of his neck, "there will be no safe word. Do you understand?"
"...If I...really went insane...I mean, completely lost my mind..." Ed said, carefully, "do you think you'd be able to stop me?"
As far as Edward was concerned it could just take for-damn-ever if it wanted because that’s how long he could go without taking to the Bastard.
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.
After three years, two months, fourteen days and five hours of anticipation, Roy heard a knock at the door to his house.
Roy had been among the rebels for weeks now, and he'd learned very early on that these men were dangerous, very dangerous.
"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."
"Because," said Al flatly, "Roy is dark and handsome and--most importantly of all--charming. And you're short and blond and obnoxious."
Every rule in the book tells him that it's wrong, frat-er-nisation, number one cause of discharged officers in peace time situations.
“I said no, Fullmetal--hey, what are you mmnph!”
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.
"Can I trust you," Ed's dewy eyes were huge and he looked somehow younger than he'd ever looked before.
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.
"What I did here was nothing out of the ordinary. You are lucky you were shown it so early."
“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.”
The first thing he was aware of when the aftershocks faded was an automail hand on his throat.
Riza looks straight ahead. "Personally, I found during my time in Ishbal that nothing stops a career faster than a bullet between the eyes."
The Colonel should, by all that is logical in the world, be less intimidating out of his uniform.
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.
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.
When you live in a small apartment, it's hard to miss when your brother comes home smelling like sex and absinthe.
There was a terrible vulnerability to Roy when his cover slipped, and it made Ed uncomfortable.
Elysia glanced once more around the room. In her head, there were echoes, snatches of conversations, voices from people long gone, long dead. There were ghosts in this room.
God, he's gorgeous, even cut up. Especially cut up.
"Huh? Whose fault? Ahahah.. aha..." Ed tried to avoid the topic.
Roy had not wanted to cry for many years; he hadn't wept since Ishbal.
"I know those court ordered anger management classes were years ago, but you've come such a long way."
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.
"Hey! She did it blindfolded! No one else could do that! And better her than that old hag!"
Thank you General Mustang. At least that creep was good for something. Winry still wasn't convinced he was good for Ed.
"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?"
Fullmetal was starting to turn slightly purple, now, which definitely clashed with his coloring...
This, too, was a pain that Edward had inflicted only on himself, but neither Roy nor Al had dared to say so.
Artificial muscles and steel could not replace the level of sensitivity real muscle and skin had.
"Yeah, so I hear the best way to get anything out of you is by going through your pants," the boy said evenly.
"No funny business!" Ed thundered, not fooled for one minute by that innocent look.
"For the last time, we are not having this conversation!"
Ed clapped his hands again and Roy felt distinctly cold in his nether regions.
"Listen, bastard... Do you always have to do things the hard way? You never, ever make it easy for me."