Roy Mustang lied in a seductive position, His pale, yet toned chest gleaming in the moonlight that engulfed the dark office. His trademark smirk, making him all the more desireable. Grabbing a small cup of milk from seemingly nowhere, he slowly poured some of it over his chest, letting it flow this way and that. Then he drank the rest. A little of it remained on his upper lip, and he flicked his tongue out to lick it up. "You wish it was your milk, Edward?" Ed nodded dumbly. "Well.." He said, getting up toward Ed, Golden, lust-glazed eyes, looking up to meet Onyx spheres. "I can arrange that.." Their lips just barely brushing together ever-so-softly, with at least a computer pixel's worth of space between them, and Ed wanted to close it. Now. "Ed..." He moaned at the contact, or lackthereof. Becoming hard at the mere thought of what would happen after they kissed. "Ed..." Ed breathed heavily, not wanting this fantastic event to cease. "Ed..." 'Roy..' as he was deciding to finally close the space between them...
"EDWARD!!!!"
His eyes shot open, and the Colonial stood over him, smirking. 'It was just a dream..' He thought to himself. "If you're gonna have wet dreams about me, then don't do it in my office. I don't need the nusance of having to change the couch cloth."
"Bastard."