Dislaimer: While we're here, why don't we discuss the meaning of fanfiction. Fans write stories about a show/movie/book/whatever that they like. Meaning, quite simply, that I don't own anything.
One minute you're on top…
Next you're not, watch it drop.
A growl issued from deep in the blonde's throat, and there was a tumble underneath the sheets. Roy suddenly found himself below Edward, who was now smirking down at him in a predatorial fashion, having successfully pinned the older alchemist to the mattress.
Making your heart stop…
Just before you hit the floor.
Ed bent forward and smashed his lips into Roy's. The kiss quickly became a battle for dominance as their tongues combated one another. Teeth clashed, and the pair continued to compete for the upper hand. Soon, however, the need for air became more important, and they pulled away, both panting heavily.
One minute you're on top…
Next you're not, missed your shot.
Roy took this opportunity to roll them over again, finding himself once again on top. It was the older alchemist's turn to smirk as he brushed his lips painstakingly softly against Edward's collarbone. Then he began working his way down Ed's chest, nipping him every few inches. He felt rather than heard the teen's sharp intake of breath every time he did so.
Making your heart stop…
You think you won, and then he's all gone.
Roy knew that Ed recognized what was happening. He was marking the blonde as his own, and Edward did not like it. Another growl made Roy look up, and Ed's golden eyes were narrowed at him. "No marks Mustang." he snarled, "How many times do I have to remind you?" Roy resisted the urge to laugh and tell Fullmetal just how appealing he was when he was angry. However, then he knew he'd end up with some marks (automail not pleasant to be hit with), and that defeated the purpose of covering everything up from the rest of the Colonel's office. He'd gone into work with a multitude of bruises once before, and it had been a day filled with awkward questions and lame excuses.
But now, Edward left long before they could begin to work on each other's nerves. He'd be gone by morning; Mustang already knew.
A/N: This is my second fic. (