Title: Cold's Suck

Summary: Poor little Edward has a cold, and Mustang can't resist. . .Shounen ai fluff, EdxRoy

Characters: Edward Elric, Roy Mustang

Disclaimer: People, if I owned Fullmetal Alchemist, don't you think you would have noticed the sudden yaoi-ness by now? O.O

Colds Suck (bleh : P)

"A-a-a-achoo!"

"Geez, Edward, could you sneeze any louder? I do believe Hawkeye may still be sleeping."

Mustang chuckled quietly, running a soft hand up the young boys arm.

Ed brushed it away, annoyed. "OH, I'm sowry, I forgot that I can controwl the common cold, I'll just hold it all in next time and you can watch my head explode," he grumbled hoarsely with a loud sniff, closely followed by another ridiculously loud sneeze.

Roy barely moved in time. "Oh, it's not your head I'm worried about, Elric...", he leaned over to whisper into the blondes ear, running a finger down the center of his lovers chest, causing Ed to smile at him weakly,"I'd be just fine as long as your lower half survived."

Edward groaned, mustering his energy enough to lift his hands. "I give up on you, Roy, I'm sick, for Christ's sake!"

Mustang grinned broadly, tracing the boys collarbone with his lips. "Oh, I know you are," he raised himself up slightly off of the bed and straddled the boy's small torso,"and this may be the only time I get to take advantage of your weakness."

Ed glared up at him as his wrists were pinned to the pillow above his head. "Oh, you just wait until I get better, I am gonna tea-" but that was all that escaped his lips before they were eclipsed by Roy Mustangs, who was wearing one of the biggest smiles Ed had ever seen.

Inwardly, Ed smiled just as wide when Mustang grasped him by the shoulders to turn him on his side. Damn, he knew he should fight it, because that's what Edward Elric did when put in a 'position' like this...but it felt so...nice...

Blame it on the cold, he thought, just blame it on the cold, your defenses are down, it's just this once, and he will so pay for it a few nights from now.

Mustang nipped gently at his shoulder, running a hand through his sparkling golden hair. "Ed . . .", he sighed quietly and contentedly into his ear from behind,"we should really make sure you get sick more often." He slid his hand down to the small boy's lower back.

"Fat chance, Colonel," Ed said softly, trying not to let the pleasure he felt show through in his voice,"because in my opinion, colds suck."

END

such naughty naughty thoughts

Hey, you know I think Roy is always the uke, so I figured he should have his turn. It's only fair.

And you know Ed would love it. Once in a while. : D

Well, it's not to bad for something I wrote in ten minutes I guess.

still thinking naughty thoughts

: ) : D : ) : D : ) : D : ) happy thoughts : D : ) : D : ) : D : ) : D : )

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