Sex isn't comfortable. It's wet, hard, satisfying, but never comfortable.
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.
"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?"
"I know those court ordered anger management classes were years ago, but you've come such a long way."
The showy bastard snapped with a killer grin for their audience and really, Roy was meant for either politics or the stage.
Ed growled under his breath, color high in his cheeks, and pulled away.
Roy had been among the rebels for weeks now, and he'd learned very early on that these men were dangerous, very dangerous.
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.
I noticed, Ed told him with as much edge as he could muster.
Let it never be said that whatever his obsessive tendencies, Edward Elric was unable to enjoy life's simpler pleasures.
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."
"It's blue!" Edward announced with the voice of desperation.
Screaming or crying would have been appropriate. Edward Elric didn't care about propriety. He was laughing.
Heavy-lidded, he would savor them slowly, letting them seep into his mind's eye until he could see nothing else.
"Just remind me, even if the alternative is to sleep on a ice cube, NEVER to share a bed with you again.
Riza looks straight ahead. "Personally, I found during my time in Ishbal that nothing stops a career faster than a bullet between the eyes."
"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?"
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.
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.
Artificial muscles and steel could not replace the level of sensitivity real muscle and skin had.
Now the eyes were dull, the gold frosted, and bitter lines caged his mouth.
Ed had his suspicions about any offer Roy Mustang made that sounded like what he wanted. There had to be a catch.
It was well known around Central headquarters that Roy Mustang was lusting after the visiting Major-General.
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.
If you want to find Edward Elric in Central City, you have to be a National Alchemist.
"In case you hadn't noticed," Ed went on, poking Roy in the chest, "I am no longer twelve."
The reminder that Roy always managed to know what Edward was doing barely got a half-hearted glare.
... to prove his point, he wields his tongue as he would a pen, hastily spelling out the letters P-E-R-V-E-R-T with his saliva...
"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."
"Because," said Al flatly, "Roy is dark and handsome and--most importantly of all--charming. And you're short and blond and obnoxious."
Roy would have to remember to make Ed take a hot shower before sex; it would cut down on unpleasant cold shocks.
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...
"Go back to sleep, Mustang," Ed answers absently, flipping the page.
"You're a lightweight," Roy said dryly, and smiled at the face Ed pulled. "That's enough for tonight, I think."
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.
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.
"I have to spend a year at Northern Command, and you can't come with me."
He would have been crying for a long time, but the tears seem to have frozen in this damn cold too.
"Hey! She did it blindfolded! No one else could do that! And better her than that old hag!"
Ed had confessed that he had no idea how the relationships had started.
God, he's gorgeous, even cut up. Especially cut up.
Ed jabbed accusingly with an automail finger — nearly putting out Mustang's eye as he did so — and shrieked, "You're a crossdresser!"
“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.”
Roy smiled slowly as Edward approached his desk, his usual careless pose turned into something... challenging.
Someone had clearly forgotten to tell Roy that he was much better at starting fires than stopping them.