Ok, I'll admit...this was my first time trying to write some semblance of a real yaoi-lemony-thingie. Review, but please be kind to me...and any flames will be used to toast marshmallows and to keep my tush warm.
Disclaimer: Dun own, dun sue...I just love messing with Roy and Ed.
Devil
There were many times that Edward Elric believed that Roy Mustang was the Devil incarnate. For one, he was always pointing in some direction that had any vague link to the Philosopher's Stone, regardless of how dangerous. Not to mention that he griped every time the expense sheet was brought to his attention after each successive wild goose chase of a mission.
"I just did what you told me to do. It's not my fault the train exploded…" Ed would always pout when he was called into the Colonel's office, yet again. It seemed he always had some excuse or another of why things blew up in his face, either figuratively or literally. Then Roy would flash his smirk and start Ed's 'short' tirade. It was like some sick ritual that perpetuated itself over and over. Ed just couldn't get away from the cycle.
However, on those few special days in Roy's office, Ed reveled in the fact that his superior officer was the Devil. When Mustang's eyes flashed greedily and his hands shot out to drag Ed behind the desk and into the Colonel's lap, the whole world ceased beyond the feeling of gloved hands against heated flesh and metal.
As soon as Roy's lips find that juncture at Ed's nape, the room seems to spin. Nothing compares to the feeling of sweat-slicked skin arching for delicious contact, and the sensation of wild abandon at completion. Yes, Roy Mustang was the Devil, but Ed loved it anyway.