"Go back to sleep, Mustang," Ed answers absently, flipping the page.
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.
"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."
"How do you manage to win, even when you lose?" he asked sleepily, some time later.
Ed was pretty sure that the Colonel had an office fetish.
Ed had his suspicions about any offer Roy Mustang made that sounded like what he wanted. There had to be a catch.
God, he's gorgeous, even cut up. Especially cut up.
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.
"You'd think the Colonel would have plenty of experience in dealing with irate brothers by now."
Screaming or crying would have been appropriate. Edward Elric didn't care about propriety. He was laughing.
"Can I trust you," Ed's dewy eyes were huge and he looked somehow younger than he'd ever looked before.
Ed clapped his hands again and Roy felt distinctly cold in his nether regions.
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.
It was well known around Central headquarters that Roy Mustang was lusting after the visiting Major-General.
Now the eyes were dull, the gold frosted, and bitter lines caged his mouth.
Sex isn't comfortable. It's wet, hard, satisfying, but never comfortable.
This, too, was a pain that Edward had inflicted only on himself, but neither Roy nor Al had dared to say so.
Roy had not wanted to cry for many years; he hadn't wept since Ishbal.
There was a terrible vulnerability to Roy when his cover slipped, and it made Ed uncomfortable.
"I know those court ordered anger management classes were years ago, but you've come such a long way."
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.
Yeah. Get it right and be honest, it's a little too good, a little too everything to let go of just yet.
His boyfriend. He wants me to be his boyfriend. He's wooing me with gifts. I'm being courted!
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.
"They're human chimeras, Mr. Elric. Children, primarily, and they're violent."
Riza looks straight ahead. "Personally, I found during my time in Ishbal that nothing stops a career faster than a bullet between the eyes."
Inevitably, within five minutes of the door shutting, he has me wanting to put my automail in his face.
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.
The Colonel should, by all that is logical in the world, be less intimidating out of his uniform.
I noticed, Ed told him with as much edge as he could muster.
What he really wanted to know was something else - a question of 'why', quite likely.
Ed growled under his breath, color high in his cheeks, and pulled away.
Life, the Fullmetal Alchemist decided viciously, wasn't fair.
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.
There was uncertainty in those eyes, and wounded pride, but there was no less passion, and therefore, Roy was no less terrified.
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.
"What I did here was nothing out of the ordinary. You are lucky you were shown it so early."
"...If I...really went insane...I mean, completely lost my mind..." Ed said, carefully, "do you think you'd be able to stop me?"
"Huh? Whose fault? Ahahah.. aha..." Ed tried to avoid the topic.
"Because," said Al flatly, "Roy is dark and handsome and--most importantly of all--charming. And you're short and blond and obnoxious."
“I said no, Fullmetal--hey, what are you mmnph!”
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.
Roy had been among the rebels for weeks now, and he'd learned very early on that these men were dangerous, very dangerous.
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...
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.
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."
"Listen, bastard... Do you always have to do things the hard way? You never, ever make it easy for me."
"Come on," he snorted. "As if I could say no to Al AND Winly looking at me like that."