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Yay! Chapter three! A bit of fluff in this chapter for you my dear readers! .

As a bit of a note this is best read at ½ width. (At least it is for me. It makes my chapters look longer. snickers)

And now the third Chapter!! Whooooo!!

Chapter 3

Ed could feel warm hands pulling him away from Roy's side. He grumbled in his sleep a bit, "I promised the bastard that I wouldn't leave him, lemme go." An exasperated sigh escaped whoever was behind him.

He felt himself being lifted up, but he kept his grip on his friend's hand. In response to this, there was a faint swishing noise, followed by Ed being lowered down from his elevated position. Dully, he wondered what was holding him up when he was set back down, lying once again in a bed on his side. Sighing he let himself go limp and slip once more into sleep.

When Ed awoke he was greeted by a most unusual sight. He was staring into a man's chest, his nose only a few inches away from it. That's weird. He thought, I must be having one of those out of body experiences. Staring at my own chest is so odd. Hmm. I must've gotten bigger in the past few months, my chest is broader.

"Enjoying the sight, Fullmetal?" a warm, amused voice said, somewhere above his head. Ed's body went stiff. Looking up he found himself staring into his superior officer's gleaming black eyes, which were narrowed by suppressed laughter.

"What the hell is this, Mustang?!" Edward shrieked, blushing madly. "Are you trying to cop a feel you goddamn pervert?!" What the hell you moron! He thought, frantic. Stop blushing like some kind of stupid schoolgirl.

Looking affronted, but none the less still amused, Roy said, "I did no such thing! Besides, I tried to pry my self off of you, but you clung on like the little barnacle that you are." He's so small and cute, just like a girl... he thought idly, whoa, what? His thoughts ground to a stop, Keep it clean Mustang, keep it clean, he chided himself.

"You should have tried harder then, General Bas-," A vein twitched in Ed's temple, "WHO ARE YOU CALLING A LITTLE, CHIBI ALCHEMIST THAT COULD RIDE A CHIHUAHUA LIKE A HORSE?!" he bellowed, sitting up jumping out of the bed, glaring at Roy, still flushed. From anger or embarrassment, neither man could tell.

It was at this point that a woman came rushing into the room, "What on earth are you doing, young man? You should still be resting, not going on like a jumping bean!"

"A BEAN!" he howled, spinning to glare at her. This was way too much, even for Roy. Already trying to hold in his mirth from earlier he spluttered and choked, hands going over his mouth. Edward turned back to Roy, who was now roaring with laughter, tears running down his red, flushed face. "STOP LAUGHING YOU GODDAMN FUC-" and that was as far as he got.

Ed tried to yell more to try and vent his anger, but no sound came out. The expression on his face went from shock, confusion, frustration, and right back where he started at anger. Watching these expressions flit to and fro on his subordinate's face was priceless. Roy wished he had a camcorder. (A/N Do they know what camcorders are? I'm not sure). He held his aching sides and wiped the tears from his face, still breathing heavily and laughing a bit.

Watching the General laugh at his expense finally broke Ed's already frayed patience. Tensing he sprung at his tormentor, barely registering the voice behind him that cried, "Wingardium Levosia!"

At once Edward Elric, Colonel of the Amestris Military and Alchemist of the People, was hoisted up into the air like a doll. At first he was shocked, what the hell was holding him up into the air like this?! Then he started squirming, trying to get out of the grasp of what ever was holding him.

As for Roy, the shock registered first, and then the thought I want to know how she did that. To get Fullmetal to shut up like that, and stop him from harming me bodily… He sighed blissfully, thinking of the possibilities. He was interrupted in his musings by a strict voice, "Are you quite finished?"

Ed shook his head, flailing and thrashing his limbs. "Well, I'm not letting you down until I have your word that you'll behave." The woman said, crossing her arms. Roy then noticed that she seemed to be holding a thin stick in her right hand. Thinking back, she had also waved it at Edward when he was yanked up into the air. What was their connection, he wondered, frowning a bit while rubbing his chin.

Still in midair Edward hung limply, panting and flushed. "Are you ready to behave now?" the woman asked, tapping her foot. Scowling, Ed nodded. "Do you promise to behave and not hurt your friend if I put you down?" she pressed. Rolling his eyes a bit he nodded and she waved the stick at Ed, setting him down gently. Staring suspiciously at the thin piece of wood in her hand, Ed rolled his shoulders, sitting down on the edge of the bed, near Roy's knees.

Opening his mouth to ask her what she was doing, he found that he still had no voice. He glared at her, pointing at his throat. She lifted an eyebrow, "I'll take off the Silencing Charm if you swear you will not curse and scream the moment it is off of you."

Eyes narrowed, Ed thought What the hell does she mean 'Silencing Charm'? It's like she thinks she's some kinda witch or something. Snorting at this Ed looked at her, nodding his assent that he would behave.

Satisfied, the woman waved her wand at him, muttering something under her breath that Ed couldn't hear.

"Well, Ed?" Roy asked behind him. "Have you regained the power to talk, insult, and yell once again?"

Looking thoughtful, Ed opened his mouth saying, "Of course I did you moron."

Flopping back onto his pillows Roy sighed, "And there's the Ed that we all know and love."

About to retort Edward was interrupted by a throat clearing behind him. "If you two are quite finished, the headmaster asked to see you when you woke up."

Looking down Roy realized that he and Ed were barely presentable, dressed only in long, linen night shirts. "Excuse me, ma'am," Roy said respectfully, "What should we wear? I don't think it appropriate to see the headmaster dressed like this," he said, gesturing at his and Ed's less than formal garb.

"Indeed not," she said frowning, hand on her chin and her head going down in thought. As if struck by inspiration she lifted her head, smiling. "I'll just fix you something quick," she said, holding the stick aloft.

Seeing that stupid stick again, Ed watched it, wary. He flinched a bit when she waved it but his fears were for naught. Out of the tip of the stick black fabric started to sprout forth. Both alchemists goggled, mouths gaping. Roy realized after a bit that he must look like an idiot with his mouth hanging open. He snapped his mouth shut, glancing at Ed. The boy's mouth was slack, and his golden eyes wide with shock. Chucking Roy leaned forward, putting his hand under Ed's chin and pushed up, snapping the blonde's mouth shut.

Ed finally snapped out of his trance enough for him to scowl at the General and swat the man's hand away in irritation. "Knock it the hell off you bastard," he hissed, eyes narrowed.

"Language, Colonel, language," Roy murmured smirking at his thoroughly pissed of subordinate.

The woman interrupted them once again, saying, "Put these on. There's a washroom through the door on your right there behind that curtain." She set two bundles of cloth down, gesturing to a curtain on the far side of the room. "I'll return in about an hour and a half to take you to the headmaster," she said turning and leaving through another door.

They both just sat there for a bit, staring. Finally, Roy swung his legs off of the bed, nudging Edward's rear with a foot in the process. "Well let's get ready then Fullmetal."

When Roy's foot had poked him in the butt, Ed jumped, saying, "And where the hell do you think you're touching, you old pervert?" Ed slid off the bed quickly, as if burnt. Grabbing one of the bundles he marched off to the washroom, nose in the air. He grabbed a pair of boots at the foot of the bed that Roy hadn't seen, before slamming the door behind him.

Still chuckling Roy slid off the bed, slowly standing as he tested the strength of his legs. He was surprised to find that they supported his weight just fine. Shrugging, he went over to the bundle of black that was lying on the opposite bed.

Thinking they were only long bolts of cloth, Roy shook out the one Ed left to him. He stared as a grey turtle-neck sweater and pair of black slacks fell out of it. The black cloth that he was holding onto was actually a long robe that looked like it would come to his ankles.

Stripping out of his nightshirt, he donned the sweater and slacks. Unsure of what to do with the robe he slung it over his shoulder. Spying his boots he slipped those on and tugged the pant legs down over them. Spying a mirror on the other side of a curtain he looked himself over.

The sweater clung to his firm torso, accenting his muscles. The hem of it went down to a little past the waist of his pants. The pants themselves were made of a soft kind of fabric that he couldn't identify. They were neither tight nor baggy, but somehow fit just right.

At that point Edward stomped out of the washroom, hair neatly braided. His shirt on the right side was bunched at the top, giving him a lopsided look. By the look of it Ed had no idea what to do with the robe either, since it was bunched in his left hand. "Roy, help me with this," he said. "I can't get this sweater over my automail in the back. It keeps snagging in the stupidest places."

Turning his back on Roy, Ed flipped his braid over his shoulder, giving him access to his back. Moving in close to the blonde, Roy picked at the fabricfor a bit but not getting anywhere. Muttering, he put his face close to Ed's shoulder, breath huffing out in irritation.

Edward shivered a bit from Roy's warm breath as it ghosted over his neck. He blushed a bit at this reaction. Why did this close contact with his superior make him act like this? Why did it make him feel like his stomach was twirling about in his stomach? He suddenly had a realization that made him go stiff, his eyes go wide, and his blush deepen. He liked the bastard. Oh. My. God! His train of thought, in his mind, derailed, not even making it to the station and leaving Edward gaping like a fish at the station.

Seeing Ed go stiff Roy froze. Oh, shit. I didn't hit something like an exposed nerve, did I? I hope that I didn't hurt him. "Ed? Are you alright?" Why was he so concerned? Ed had been his subordinate for, well, forever. When had his watching the boy from afar turned into this… this… feeling he had now? He had never, gulp, fallen for anyone before. His thoughts drifted back to the events from this morning. He had woken up, feeling more relaxed and calm than he had in a long time. It had been one hell of a shock to see Ed clinging to him like a limpet. It really did feel nice… At that his musings ground to a stop. Oh, boy. This was really serious.

Somehow, even with his fumbling fingers, he managed to get Ed's sweater over his automail and down his back. When he stopped he backed away, expecting a scathing remark on how long he took. Instead Edward stood stock still, stiff and unmoving. Roy frowned a bit.

"Ed? Are you ok? Hey! Edward!" Worried Roy reached out and put a hand on the blonde's shoulder to shake him, only to snatch it back as Edward whirled around to stare at him. The boy's eyes were wide and his cheeks flushed. He really does have pretty eyes. He thought wistfully. Instinctively, Roy took a step forward, his outstretched hand going to rest on the boy's cheek. Why isn't he moving away?

At the warm heat of Roy's palm resting on his face, Edward's eyes opened a little more. His heart beat faster and faster, and when Roy leaned in he thought that a humming bird had gotten into his chest somehow. By now he didn't have any thought processes at all. He was going on feeling and the soft hand on his cheek alone.

Roy gulped nervously as he felt his heart flutter when Edward's sweet breath washed over his face. His fear vanished as he took a deep breath, taking in all of Edward as he stood there. When Roy gently pressed his lips against the blonde's, his world, and Ed's, narrowed to just the two of them. Edward and Roy closed their eyes, simply feeling each other through the places where their bare skin was making contact.

When Roy parted his lips and skated his tongue over Edward's bottom lip, the boy gasped. Smiling gently he pulled back, cupping the boy's face between his hands. He rested his forehead against Ed's whispering, "Wow." Both were flushed and taking deep breaths, drinking each other in.

Grinning stupidly, Ed looked up puffing out a laugh, "Yeah." He felt like he was floating.

BANG! A door on the other side of the curtain slammed open, causing the two men to jump and pull back from one another. "Hello? Are you two ready?" a voice called out uncertainly.

Pulling a deep breath to steady himself Roy called out, "We're back here; I'm just helping Edward with his sweater."

"We'll finish this later. Don't worry," He whispered to the smaller (1) man, winking lazily.

They both smirked at each other, turning to leave with the nurse.

End Chapter!

S-stop choking me Ed! I didn't mean it!

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