Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist does not belong to me, it belongs to Hiromu Arakawa, BONES, Square-Enix, Funimation, and any number of other companies/individuals. I am not profiting from this work of fanfiction.
Warnings: N/A
Pairing: Ed/Roy
Notes: I am reposting this fiction after its unfair and unprompted removal, resulting in a week-long freezing of my account. This fiction was reported for what was, in essence, 'bad grammar,' although that is what it was reported for because, this site, quite simply, does not accept reports stemming from petty grievances. If you don't like the pairing, don't read the fic. It isn't rocket-science.
Roy stared in disbelief at his blonde-haired lover. Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist, stood in front of him, still quite clothed. (Much to Roy's chagrin.) His long coat lay forgotten at his ankles, the black jacket had followed, and the black sleeveless shirt had finally found itself flying across the bedroom, launched by an irate Flame Alchemist.
There was STILL another layer underneath. Roy growled in frustration and ripped the undershirt off too, finally rewarded with the sight of Ed's bare chest.
He grinned and looked at the younger boy's face. The blonde just grinned and tipped his head to the side, allowing the strands of hair loosed from his braid to fall over his shoulder.
"Very good, Roy," he drawled, stepping up to catch the older man's lips in a kiss. After a few moments, they pulled apart again, and Ed smirked. "Now for the pants..."
Roy grimaced, reached behind him, and retrieved one spark glove from where they lay on the dresser. He pulled it on in one fluid motion and snapped.
Ed squawked as his pants spontaneously combusted, leaving him standing naked in front of the colonel.
That is, he would be naked if not for the black bike shorts that he wore underneath his boxers.
"DAMN IT ED!"
