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.
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.
"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?"
The first thing he was aware of when the aftershocks faded was an automail hand on his throat.
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.
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.
I have enough things to worry about without dragging you into my messes. Why did you have to be the one to come after me?
"Hey! She did it blindfolded! No one else could do that! And better her than that old hag!"
No alchemical reaction could sustain fire without fuel forever.
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...
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.
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.
"You'd think the Colonel would have plenty of experience in dealing with irate brothers by now."
Fullmetal was starting to turn slightly purple, now, which definitely clashed with his coloring...
His boyfriend. He wants me to be his boyfriend. He's wooing me with gifts. I'm being courted!
The Colonel's laugh might have been relieved or wanting or even mocking; it was hard to tell.
"Because," said Al flatly, "Roy is dark and handsome and--most importantly of all--charming. And you're short and blond and obnoxious."
Yeah. Get it right and be honest, it's a little too good, a little too everything to let go of just yet.
Ed saw Roy's fingers twitch and curl at his sides as the desire to embrace almost overwhelmed discretion and good sense.
"No funny business!" Ed thundered, not fooled for one minute by that innocent look.
"Go back to sleep, Mustang," Ed answers absently, flipping the page.
That was unacceptable. Anger was to be expected; disgust was not allowed.
Edward doesn't come back the next night, or the next.
"...If I...really went insane...I mean, completely lost my mind..." Ed said, carefully, "do you think you'd be able to stop me?"
Winry had scraped a promise out of Ed.
You want to break him just once; see what he really is beneath that cool exterior.
Ed let out the barest squeak, then glared fire as if daring Roy to say anything.
"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."
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.
"I know those court ordered anger management classes were years ago, but you've come such a long way."
"Yeah, so I hear the best way to get anything out of you is by going through your pants," the boy said evenly.
There was uncertainty in those eyes, and wounded pride, but there was no less passion, and therefore, Roy was no less terrified.
"You're a lightweight," Roy said dryly, and smiled at the face Ed pulled. "That's enough for tonight, I think."
“I said no, Fullmetal--hey, what are you mmnph!”
It was an old argument — practically every night, the ritual sparring for who'd be in control.
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Roy had been among the rebels for weeks now, and he'd learned very early on that these men were dangerous, very dangerous.
"What I did here was nothing out of the ordinary. You are lucky you were shown it so early."
"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?"
This really was turning out to be a day of surprises, thought Roy.
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.
"Just remind me, even if the alternative is to sleep on a ice cube, NEVER to share a bed with you again.
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.
Sex isn't comfortable. It's wet, hard, satisfying, but never comfortable.
Let it never be said that whatever his obsessive tendencies, Edward Elric was unable to enjoy life's simpler pleasures.
If you want to find Edward Elric in Central City, you have to be a National Alchemist.
Heavy-lidded, he would savor them slowly, letting them seep into his mind's eye until he could see nothing else.
They would have had a bitter bitchfight had both suddenly not stopped and realized it was all Roy's fault.
"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?"