A/N: I own FMA! In my mind I do anyway. Thanks Hiromu Arakawa, you drew such pretty boys :)
They breathed erratically. Both alchemists paid little attention to their surroundings as they stumbled into an alleyway. Roy Mustang stooped and knew he was going to have a sore neck in the morning from Edward's passionately insistent kisses.
Chuckling briefly, he drew back.
"What?" Ed was disheveled and looked like he belonged kneeling on a four poster bed. Those eyes certainly did. Yet he still managed to be loud and obnoxious.
"My neck is killing me. I swear Edward; you are the smallest person I have ever slept with."
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING THE SIZE OF AN AMOBEA?!"
"I never said you were that small. Besides, I thought of a solution." He grinned a lascivious grin and moved his hands southwards, following the sleek lines of Edward's leather pants.
"Some solution, bastard"
Smirking, he rapidly grasped Ed's thighs, wrapping the shorter legs around his hips before pushing up both of them up against the wall. Shifting slightly, Mustang looked into Edwards's eyes.
"This is why I love walls. Man's great equalizer."