A/N: I may be a yaoi fan, but I really, really dislike RoyXEd. I don't think that I can ever like it, in the same way that I don't think that I can ever like SasuNaru. It's weird, but my fetishes are a little bit different than rivalry-based, black-and-blond pairings. XD
So instead, I offer a blond/blonde pairing lightly hinted at the end of this drabble. ;P
His topaz eyes widen in shock and repulsion, and all he can think about is just how wrong this feels.
He roughly shoves his commanding officer away, his hands pressing and throwing against Roy Mustang's firmly built chest, something felt even through the layers of his crisp blue uniform. The Colonel is like… an older-brother figure, or a wannabe-father-stand-in figure, or hell, even a protective-older-cousin figure, as far as Edward is concerned!
How can this be okay? How can the young alchemist ever forget this?
Not to mention the age difference; Edward is fifteen. Mustang… he's what, in his twenties? Edward isn't sure how much, but the age difference feels as vast as ten years where he stands, diminutive in height and worldly experience.
Edward scowls. He chooses to say but one thing: "Sorry, Colonel," he hisses venomously, "But I'm already in love with someone much blonder than you."
The teen turns sharply on his heel, the red soles of his boot squeaking on the tile floor as he pivots violently, and marches out of the office. Roy sighs behind him, but Edward doesn't care. He isn't sure he ever wants to see the raven-haired man ever again; after all, that bastard just stole Ed's first (real) kiss.
As he marches down the hallway, Edward wipes at his tingling lips with his metal hand. He wishes that that bastard's taste would leave his mouth; the older man tastes of cinders and military success, smoky and bitter. Once he's outside, the Fullmetal Alchemist spits at the ground. But the taste lingers, and he shudders in disgust.
Edward doesn't slow his pace. Instead, he marches blindly onward, subconsciously on the hunt for his mechanic; he needs to see her, and perhaps get this God-awful taste out of his mouth.