Ehh...this is the mildest slash I've ever written. PG at the most.
RoyxEd, AU, chimera!Ed...yeah. Impulsive drabble.
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Roy Mustang was not a cat person. He didn't like the way they always feel the need to rub up against you, or be right up next to you no matter what you may be doing. He didn't like how they clean themselves with they're own spit, possibly getting more filthy than they were before, or the fact that you can feel them staring at you. It was eerie.
Edward Elric sat perched at the foot of the bed, peering at Roy through the darkness of the bedroom. His tail swished back and forth a few times behind him. Roy stirred momentarily in his sleep before finding his right side more comfortable and buried his head back into the pillow. Sleep had almost reached him again before he got the unsettling feeling that someone was watching him. His dark eyes cracked open a bit and he turned his head enough to see a silhouette and two gold eyes at the end of his bed. The light from the street lamps drifted through the bedroom window and reflected off Edward's eyes, making them look more cat-like than usual.
The moment he had turned his head to the boy, soft purring began to fill the previously silent room. Ears flicked in the direction or night noises outside and a weight made its way towards the opposite end of the bed. Roy smirked and turned over onto his back, "I thought we agreed you weren't allowed in the bed anymore?", he asked, voice still clogged with sleep.
More purring was the only response the Taisa got from Fullmetal, who was now curled nicely against his side. His legs tangled with with Roy's; cool steel against flesh, clawed feet digging into calves. Out of habit, he reached out a hand and started scratching the soft spot behind Edward's ears, causing the purring to grow louder.
"You leave little Edward hairs all over the sheets."
The younger man snorted, "Like I care."
Despite the new physical features and habits, his attitude remained untouched.
"Besides," he said, looking up at black hair, "it's not as if you're going to great lengths to get me to leave."
"You'd only sit on the foot of the bed and stare at me until I let come back."
"Exactly." Edward licked his paw and rubbed it against his cheek, "I've got you rapped around my finger, Mustang."
"You think so, huh?" He smirked and ran his hand down Edward's back, over his wrinkled black tank top. The boy moaned, forcing himself closer to the dark haired man.
"If you stop doing that, I'll kill you."
"Who has who wrapped around there finger, now?"
Edward sighed and rested his head on Roy chest, being lulled to sleep by the rythem of fingers running over his spine. The older man continued the petting until Edwards breathing was slow and even, then allowed his own eyes to close and welcomed sleep back.
Roy Mustang was not a cat person…what a load of crap.