Disclaimer: Anything you recognize probably doesn't belong to me. Besides, if Ed and Roy had ever really ended up together, do you think I'd feel the desire to write this?

Title: Inferno

Author: fuery (Marissa)

Pairing: Roy/Ed

Rating: PG-13 for Edward's filthy tongue, some spoilers along the way, and yaoi. If you didn't already get the hint, there it is.

Sidenotes: This is just a collection of drabbles and one-shots that I've been working on lately. Expect around 100, but as of right now I've only written up to 15. Constructive criticism is always welcome, and so are generally kind reviews. If you love 'em, let me know. If you flame me on the pairing, you'll probably get ignored, as you had fair warning of what you were going to read. But otherwise, flames in general are…I guess as welcome as rude words can be. Often, these pieces will feature Restored!Al, if only because I honestly didn't even really like him until I saw the movie :-[ whoops?


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"I hate you."

"The feeling is most definitely mutual."

"I hope you choke."

"Harsh."

"In fact, I don't even think about you when I'm gone."

"That's good. I tend to forget you exist even when you're here."

Edward levels a glare at the Colonel before turning his nose up at the older man and declaring, "you…are such a lying bastard."

"So are you, "Roy replies, regarding the glare coolly. "And you don't really hate me."

Leaning up onto his elbows, Edward shoots the older man a scathing look. At the same time, the sheet covering his naked body slides down his abdomen, and Roy's gaze drags over the newly exposed skin. "Hey," Ed growls, bringing the other's attention back to his mouth, "if you ever make a short joke about me in bed again, I'll make you regret the day you were born."

Roy rolls over and rests an arm across the scarred yet smooth flesh of Edward's stomach. "Edward," he murmurs amusedly, "I'm still alive after the first one. And you're reducing yourself to petty threats. Knock it off, before you make me think you actually like me."