Ed breathed heavily as sweat dribbled off his forehead. He had been bed
ridden for days. And it quite frankly sucked. He had been confined to the
bed for days. Nothing to do but lay there and hope he would get well
soon, but no matter how much medicine he took and rest he got, Ed just
couldn't shake this cold off.
That's all it was a cold. The common cold had confined the great Fullmetal
alchemist to bed. He knew he would never hear the end of it.
The cool cloth that had been on his forehead was no longer a comfort but a
burden. Ed weakly threw the cloth away, landing a couple inches away from
the bed frame and didn't help to improve Ed's mood.
"Why did you throw the cloth?"
"It was warm," Ed replied, crankily.
"No need to get cranky."
"I'm not cranky," Ed replied with a glare.
Roy picked up the cloth and raised an eyebrow at the blonde alchemist.
"Are you sure about that?"
Ed would have had a glare and made a sharp comment if he didn't have to lean
over the bed to cough uncontrollably.
It didn't even helped when Roy offered him a tissue box; he just batted
the box away. There was no way he was going to except anything from Roy
Mustang.
Ed sniffed and pulled the covers over the head, which in Ed's opinion was
a good enough sign for Mustang to go away. Or at least Ed hoped so. The
man could take a hint, couldn't he?
As Roy seated himself on the bed, Ed decided that no, the man couldn't take
a hint. Bastard.
"Ed quit hiding under the comforters," Roy said.
Ed was almost positive the man was smirking. "I'm not hiding and it's
Fullmetal to you."
Roy smirked at the blond alchemist. "I think I know you well enough to
call you Ed."
Ed tossed off the comforter and glared at the older man. He had some
nerve, Ed thought darkly.
Roy smirked and patted Ed's head making the younger alchemist scowled at
him. Ed was only angered more when the flame alchemist wrapped his arms
tightly around him.
Ed despised hugs that weren't from his brother or someone he liked.
He certainly didn't like Roy Mustang.
Ed tried squirming away from Roy's grip, which Ed found quite
pointless since it didn't make much of a difference. In fact, it just made
things worse.
Roy hadn't expected Ed to squirm and had tumbled, trapping Ed beneath
him. Ed had blinked bewildered. This was all too similar to the situation
in Roy's office when he was fifteen, which was why he was stuck in the
situation in the first place.
"Get off of me," Ed growled, glaring at the flame alchemist.
Roy smirked at him haughtily. "You didn't seemed to mind last time."
Ed could feel the blush forming on his cheeks.
"I'm sick!" Ed protested.
Roy looked like he was trying hard not to laugh. "That's your excuse?"
"You'll get sick too!" Ed argued.
"Oh good, than Hawkeye can't get me to do paperwork," Roy replied.
Ed felt like screaming or ripping his hair out. The feeling only increased
when Roy smiled fondly at Ed. Ed certainly wasn't smiling back and he
wasn't going to stop struggling when the man leaned down to kiss him.
Ed certainly didn't enjoy the kiss. After all, he hated Roy Mustang. Of
course he did.
As Roy's lips left his and as Ed's mind became more focused, Ed wasn't so
sure.