A Little Thing Called Love

Chapter Two: Assumptions

Told you I liked this pairing. And I'm continuing this no matter what you lot say! XD

I forgot to mention this last chapter. DEDICATED TO LIMESHELLSARELAZY, MY RP PARTNER. SHE PLAYS ONE HELLUVA GOOD ROY.

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Zolf J. Kimbley, the Crimson Alchemist and newly reinstated Lieutenant Colonel, was going to visit his superior, Archer. It was always this way; he'd come in and watch the Colonel fix breakfast, often stealing most of it, and then accompany him into work. It was just the odd relationship they had; somewhere between friendship and wanting to rip the other's throat out. Today would have been completely normal if it weren't for one thing.

"This isn't what it looks like."

Yes, Frank Archer was in bed with another man. Kimbley's jaw dropped and he didn't bother to close it. He was too busy staring at who the other man was. "Mustang?! You, and… him?!"

"This really isn't what it looks like." Archer stressed, managing to slip out of Roy's embrace finally.

"Then what is it?" Kimbley snapped, suddenly irritable. What was Archer thinking, sleeping around with Roy?!

Speaking of which, Roy rubbed a hand across his eyes and stared up at the two blankly. "I need coffee."

Archer pointed to the kitchen. "Go get it yourself." He turned back to Kimbley, stating in an almost pleading voice, "Really, Kimbley, we weren't…"

"Mmhmm." Kimbley cut him off, shaking his head. If the military caught wind of this—which they would—then both Archer and Mustang would be out of a job. Screw Mustang, Archer was the one Kimbley was worried about. But I certainly don't like him!! Was that just to convince himself of that?

Roy located the coffee and filled a cup with the instant mix as well as water, sticking it in the microwave and staring at it blankly. Apparently he still wasn't awake or sober enough to understand what was going on. Or the fact that he had been in another officer's bed that night.

Archer escaped to the bathroom and showered, changing into his uniform and stepping out, smoothing back his silver hair and glancing over at Kimbley. Well, now what? Was he supposed to leave Roy here? What an odd situation… And is Kimbley… Jealous?

The Lieutenant Colonel had his arms crossed moodily. That would be a good guess on Archer's part. Because it was completely true. He's mine! You can't have him, you womanizing whore! Okay, so Kimbley always had a soft spot for Archer, but this? This was unbearable!

Silence reigned supreme around Archer's apartment for another ten minutes; Roy sipping the coffee idly, Archer fixing his hair and gathering everything he needed for work, and Kimbley glaring at both of them.

"So… what happened?" Roy yawned softly and stretched. He was curious as to why Kimbley was glaring at him so hatefully. And curious as to why he was in Colonel Frank Archer's apartment.

"You got drunk off your ass and didn't remember the way home. I couldn't leave you lying out there, so I brought you here." Archer stated stiffly, finishing combing back his hair. "I have work." He glanced over at Kimbley, expecting the alchemist to jump off the table and join him.

Well, Kimbley didn't. "Go on. I still have another hour. I'll hang out here."

"You can't, this is my house!" Archer snapped, knowing it was futile to protest against the Crimson Alchemist.

"So?"

Point proven. "Fine. I don't care. Just… don't blow anything up!" With that, Archer turned on his heel and stormed out of the apartment, annoyed for some reason. Who does Kimbley think he is? He certainly doesn't own my apartment! And what right does he have to get all pissy? I didn't even do anything! Except sleep in the same bed as Roy Mustang. Who looked absolutely fabulous without a shirt on. Augh! No! I am not falling for Roy Mustang! He shook his head, trying to get rid of the mental image of Roy… No! Nonononononono!!

Back at the apartment, Kimbley watched Roy cautiously. Apparently they really hadn't done anything. Neither of them were limping at any rate. That was good. Because Roy was not going to get Archer before Kimbley. No. Way. In. Hell.

"What the hell are you staring at?" Roy grunted, downing a third cup of coffee and tossing the mug in the sink. Kimbley's golden-eyed stare was unnerving him. He should probably get dressed and head home. But… Well, something about the apartment was enticing. It was the fact that he was in Frank Archer's apartment. How many people actually got to see another side to the stoic, apathetic man? Certainly not very many. Crimson might be the only one. Hmm.

Kimbley snorted. "You'd better not sleep with my superior officer. He's mine."

Roy stared at him in a mix between horror, confusion, and more horror. What the hell is he talking about?! Is Archer gay?!!

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