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Gifts and Chibi's Don't Mix

A tall, dark-haired male entered through the front door quietly, setting his keys on the small table opposite the door. Next, he stripped off his coat and hat and placed them on the coat rack beside the door, all the while, starring at the door at the end of the hall. It seemed he had the element of surprise, so far. He sighed, smiling softly and loosening his tie, then slipping it off completely and dropping it beside the keys. He walked to the door at the end of the hall and opened it silently, slipping into a vast living room.

Everything was quiet, and the man figured he was being cautious for no reason; his companion must have gone out or something. He sighed and turned to walk to the kitchen for a drink, when he heard movement by the couch. The man became instantly still and looked over towards the couch. Slowly, he slipped his hand into his pocket to retrieve his glove, ready to spark anyone who tried to attack. But, as his eyes fell on the couch, the figure moved again, turning onto its side and snoring softly.

Roy smiled and pulled his hand back out of his pocket, walking to the arm of the couch. There, lying on the couch snoozing with an alchemy book over his chest, was the object of Roy's affections. Edward Elric. Roy gazed down at him for a bit, taking in his peaceful features before shifting Ed's bangs away from his face and leaning down to place a chaste kiss on his exposed forehead. The blonde stirred slightly, almost leaning into the touch, and Roy was afraid he would wake up. But, he merely tossed his arm over the edge of the couch causing the book to slide off his chest and towards the floor. It never got there; Roy caught it in mid-air. He didn't want anything to wake his Edward up. He set the book on the coffee table without a sound and gathered a light blanket from a nearby chair, placing it over the youth's curled up body. He gazed down at his slumbering lover for a few moments, and then padded to the kitchen for his self-promised drink.

'Just a scotch this time.' He thought, walking over to his mini-bar (which was actually just a little shelf hanging beside the refrigerator), and collecting his scotch bottle and a glass, and pouring a swallow into the cup. "Bottom's up." Roy brought the cup to his lips and tipped it, feeling the liquid slide down his throat. He set the cup down and poured another swallow into it and had just lifted it level with his chin when he heard a rustle of cloth behind him.

"Drinking again? Am I really that stressful that you have to drink me away?" Ed drawled from the doorway.

Roy chuckled. "Conceited as always." He turned to look at the golden-haired boy. "Always thinking it's about you."

Ed laughed. "Conceited, am I? Then, what does that make you? A bastard?" he replied, smirking. Roy just smiled and shook his head. Edward looked so cute! His hair was tousled; random strands here and there, jutting out from his braid. His light blue boxers were slightly crooked and his black tank top was crumpled and loose. Roy couldn't help but stare at him for a while. The younger alchemist sure had gained some patience as he aged. When Roy had first met him, when the boy was 12, Edward would have spazzed if someone starred at him. Now, it didn't seem to bother him. Ed just smirked knowingly and cocked his head to the side. "What?" His braid slipped off his shoulder to dangle over his bony back.

"You look like hell." Roy walked over to stand in front of Ed and flicked his cowlick (the damn thing never stayed down!), then reached behind the boy. Ed starred at him quizzically, and then felt Roy tug at his braid and run his fingers through it. Ed smiled softly up at him. Roy loved playing with his hair. A small fetish of his or something, Ed figured. Every chance he got, he would take Ed's leather hair band out and hide it so he couldn't braid it, again. He had told him almost everyday since their relationship started that he should leave it down. Ed refused, and thus began the routine of Roy stealing his hair bands. Ed didn't bother looking for them. He just got some yarn or something and transmuted it. Roy must have a huge collection by now…

Ed was broken out of his reverie when he felt himself pulled into the arms of his lover and his slightly agape mouth was smothered by another pair of lips. Ed was surprised, but he didn't pull away. 'I guess he missed me.' He thought, smirking against Roy's mouth.

Their lips moved against each other, and Ed felt Roy's hands slide through his hair. It felt good… up until his hand met a snag, then Ed flinched. It was Roy's turn to smirk, and he tried to distract the blonde from the dull pain by running his tongue along Ed's lower lip, coaxing him to open his mouth. 'The bastard did that on purpose.' Ed kept his lips closed, refusing admission, and Roy finally gave up, pulling away. Ed leaned against the table slightly, trying to catch a good breath.

Roy chuckled, panting softly. Ed gingerly rubbed his scalp. "That hurt, you asshole!" Ed snapped, snatching his hair band from Roy and starting to re-braid his golden locks. Roy shrugged.

"You never seemed to care all those other times." He stated, suggestively. Ed looked away, blushing slightly and wrapped the hair band around the bottom of the braid. Roy smiled. "I have something for you, Ed." He exclaimed, pulling a small, square box out of his pants pocket. Ed looked at it suspiciously. It was white, a little smaller than Roy's palm, and tied with a red ribbon.

"What is it?" he asked warily.

Roy laughed. "It's a present, Edward. Don't be so uptight." Ed reached for it, and Roy suddenly got a cruel idea. He moved his hand out of Ed's reach, just as he grabbed for it, then held it out for him again. Ed rolled his eyes and grabbed for it again, but this time Roy switched the present to his other hand. He saw Ed's eyebrow twitch slightly and fought to hold back a laugh.

"You better knock it the hell off." ordered Ed threateningly. He hesitated, glaring at the colonel, and then reached for it again. Roy raised it above his head and smirked.

"Heh. See if you can reach it now." He nagged. Ed's eye ticked again, and he threw Roy a glare that would have shut even Hughes up. And that's saying something. But, the notorious Flame Alchemist didn't even flinch against the cold stare pinning him. Ed sighed, and then with almost lightening speed, reached for the box. Roy saw it coming and ascended it higher over his head. "What wrong, Fullmetal? Can't reach that high? Would you like me to get you a stool?" Any onlookers, had there been any, would have assumed that the dark-haired male must've had a death wish. Edward twitched, almost violently; Roy thought his head might explode. But, it seemed the youth was getting better about controlling his anger.

Ed clenched his teeth. "Don't. Call. Me. Small." And he snatched at the slightly lowered box again, missing by an inch or so.

Colonel Roy Mustang watched amusedly as Edward Elric snatched and grabbed at air, trying repeatedly to retrieve his surprise from the taller man.

Finally, Ed gave up; he huffed indignantly, crossed his arms over his chest, and refused to meet Roy's eyes. 'How like a child.' Roy thought, setting the gift down on the crown of Ed's flaxen head. The boy stirred and looked at him warily from the corners of his eyes, and then reached up and took the present, eyeing it. Roy walked over and retrieved his scotch, then leaned against the counter, watching the other slowly open the small box.

Edward set the box on the table after pulling out a long silver chain necklace. It was beautifully plain; tiny rings linked to tiny rings to create a marvelous little chain. Ed starred at it a bit, in awe. 'It must've cost a lot.' The young alchemist pondered, glancing over at his superior. The Flame Alchemist had downed the second scotch and was starring right back at him. Ed turned to fully face him and held up the chain. "What's this for, anyway?"

Roy shrugged, set the glass in the sink, and walked over to stand in front of the boy again. "For putting up with me." Ed chuckled, and Roy smiled. "I tend to be a pain in the ass, at times."

"Can't argue with that logic." Ed agreed. Roy feigned hurt.

"You weren't supposed to agree with me." He stated, pouting. Ed reached up and pinched his cheek.

"Sorry, Sir." The man made a face and hefted Edward easily up onto the table behind him, so their eyes were level, then laid his forehead against his chest, wrapping his arms around the blonde. Ed was stunned for a moment, then smiled fondly down at Roy's ebony head and brought his hands up to run fingers through his short locks. Roy sighed contentedly as Edward placed a quick kiss on the top of his head and looked up at the blonde. He was smiling at him, and at that moment, Roy couldn't love him more.

"I love you, Edward." Roy's lips captured Ed's for the second time that night, and this time, Ed melted into it. It was a sweet kiss, short, and smothered with emotion.

"I love you too, old man." Ed smirked. Roy grunted and kissed Ed again.

Owari