A.N. : I need some ideas for what should happen next, and what things I can do to Roy over the course of two weeks worth in story scenarios. So this is just a teaser of part of the first chapter of The Bet that I listed in my profile. I will credit everyone that gives me a prompt when I use them. I have made some tiny edits(missing words) since I originally put this up. If you find any others let me know thanks.

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The Bet

Summary: Ed and Al come back from a mission to find Mustang's minions in need of judge for a kissing contest. The prize: Roy Mustang personal slave for one week. Here's what happens when Ed wins by accident.

Friday Morning

"What are you guys doing?"

"We're trying to figure out who the best kisser in the office is." Fuery replied, blushing slightly as the others looked at him.

"What for?" Ed asked, looking at the pile of sens on the table.

"The Colonel has made a bet with them. That he is the best kisser in the office."

Ed and Al turned from the table to look at the slightly exasperated expression on Lt. Hawkeye's face. Ed raised his eyebrow and Al lifted a hand to the back of his head.

"So wait, why would these losers make such a sucker bet?"

"Colonel Mustang has offered that if one of them wins he will be, after work, something of a personal slave for a week."

The blonde teen looked from the Lieutenant to the Colonel who was leaning against the door frame at his back and back again.

"Okay so what does Mustang get if he wins?"

"10,000 sens from each of them paid at the conclusion of the contest."

"So that's the reason for the pile of money on the table then."

"Yes, and Roy's so sure that he would win that he wouldn't let them conclude the bet until the money was actually in the office, on the table." Riza looked at the smug self-assured smirk Roy gave as she said that. "Of course if he does lose the guys promised to make him wear a miniskirt and take a picture so we could blackmail him into doing his paperwork more often after this."

"So who's going to judge this farce?" Ed wondered who they could get that wouldn't declare Mustang the winner just because he was taking part.

"Uh, Lt. Hawkeye…maybe." Havoc cringed at the glare he received for making that suggestion.

"For me kissing Roy would be like you guys asking Edward and Alphonse to kiss each other." Breda made gagging noises, Fuery went pale, Havoc blushed, and Roy and Falman winced in anticipation.

"That would make every rumor I've heard about you and Mustang completely unfounded then, huh interesting." Ed nodded to himself, and then grinned at the wide eyed expressions that everyone including Al gave him, since he didn't explode into an angry rant.

"Maybe you should judge it then, brother." Al was playing on the hope that Ed could also win the bet.

"And just what, baby brother mine, do you think I would get out of doing that?" Ed turned to face his younger brother who had moved closer to Lt. Hawkeye as soon as the elder Elric started talking.

"I…uh…if the Colonel won maybe part of the pot, and if one the guys won they would let you boss him around for a day or two." Al was practically cowering behind the 1st Lt. now.

"And with how greedy this lot," Fuery and Falman protested that, "and how arrogant the bastard is," Roy glared at his blonde subordinate, "just why would I get a share of the pot from any one of them?"

"How about this then, if you kiss the chief, and he thinks you're a better kisser we'll give you the entire pot. Money and Mustang personal slave, after hours, for two weeks instead of one, but only if there is tongue." Breda boldly upped the ante just so that he could say that he got to see the looks on everyone's faces before meeting a fiery or ignobly transmuted death.

When no snapping or clapping was forthcoming the redhead opened his eyes. Roy was staring wide-eyed at Ed who was stalking closer to him by the moment. The blonde pretty much tackled the elder male half into his office. Breda and the others watched as one of Roy's hands made its way to the base of the blonde's head, and the other slid down along the teen's back. More than a minute passed before the two moved apart for air.

"F–fu–ck…"

"So do I win?"

"Not…yet…I need… to be sure." With that Roy shifted and rolled the two over, so that he was on top, and everyone saw his hips move as he tried to suck Ed's tonsils out.

"The chief might not be sure, but I damned well don't want to see anymore." Jean looked over at Riza and Alphonse, who had almost identical expressions of fascinated horror as their friend and sibling made-out in front of everyone. "Lt. Hawkeye would you tell the boss that he won, and that um, us guys don't ever, ever, want to see him and the chief kissing ever again. You know the mental scarring and all."

"I believe it would be best if we all took our lunch breaks now, before the Colonel decides that he and the Major are wearing too many layers of clothes."

Falman's suggestion was met with enthusiastic nods and Breda's groan of, "I didn't need that image thanks." They left the still somewhat shell-shocked blonds and oblivious couple in office, to make a hasty exit for the mess.

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A.N. I got a lot of ideas from readers on LJ that I'll be using in parts that come after this one. So tell me what you want see happen to Roy during his after hours slavery to Ed.

Friday night at the bar is next. So drop me a review with what you want to see after that.