Battle Tactic

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Edward Elric was one-hundred percent certain that Roy Mustang was a sadist. The black haired man got way too much pleasure out of forcing him into situations that he didn't like. He enjoyed taking him out of his comfort zone and watching him squirm.

An amused smirk tugged at his lips as he watched the teen from across the table. Golden eyes were glaring daggers at the glass that had been innocently placed before him. This only furthered Roy Mustang's amusement.

"Come on, Ed. You've basically seen all the bad things the world has to offer." Roy pondered his word choice. Somehow, bad seemed like an understatement, but he dismissed it. "Is it really gonna kill you to drink a little milk?"

Ed's bottom lip protruded in a pout. "I dunno. Probably."

"Don't you think you're being a bit childish, Fullmetal?" Roy knew how to push the younger alchemist's buttons, knew just how to irritate him.

Golden eyes flashed with anger. "DON'T CALL ME A CHILD!"

He gave a heavy sigh before saying, "Settle down Edward." That baritone dropped to a purr, onyx eyes gleamed. "Please just drink it, Ed?"

"Not gonna happen, bastard." Edward snarled, squared his shoulders and glared at the older man, daring him to press the issue. "It's like drinking vomit." With that, he crossed his arms, closing the discussion.

'Ah, the signature Elric stubbornness.' Roy was all too familiar with this. 'Everything is always a battle with Ed.' As soon as that thought entered his mind, an idea began to form.

Without a word, he got up, scraping his chair as he moved away from the table. The blond haired boy was too absorbed in his one-sided staring contest with the glass to notice his close proximity. Pale hands moved quickly, grabbing the glass and bringing it to his lips with one hand, tilting the boy's chin upwards with another.

Onyx eyes watched with satisfaction as the range of emotions played across the younger male's face. First, there was the warm blush of sappy happiness when their lips collided, then there was the surprise when the liquid – warmed by Roy's mouth – flowed passed his lips. Those honey colored eyes filled with irritation.

When he broke away, the black haired Colonel half expected the famed Hero of the People to spit the milk in his face in a fit of rage. So, keeping this reaction in mind, he stepped a safe distance away. Onyx eyes widened slightly in shock and he chuckled in triumph as he heard the teen swallow with a loud gulp.

The instant the vile white liquid slid down his esophagus, Edward clutched at his throat, coughing and gagging. His eyes were tightly shut as if trying to block out the memory. Utter disgust was etched into his facial features.

Roy's smirk attacked his lips in full force. "Since when did you become so theatrical?"

"Fuck you," Edward practically growled. "That was a dirty trick." His hands balled into fists, but he resisted the urge to punch the bastard's smug face.

If looks could kill, Roy Mustang would be a dead man.

"All war is deception, Edward," Roy mused. He then pulled the blond into a soft, rewarding kiss.