Title: That Poor Cake
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Ed/Russell
Rating: T
Summary: Wrath and Al come to visit the next day to see how the cake turned out.
Warnings: Sexual innuendo
Disclaimer: I make no claims of ownership even if that fact makes me sniffle.
When Al and Wrath entered the home Ed and Russell shared, Russell was washing the dishes and Ed was stuffing his face with noodles. Al was eager to see if the cake went over well and they were long overdue for a proper visit. He was about to ask when his eyes fell upon the few slices left on a plate on the counter.
"Brother surely you didn't eat all of that between yesterday and now?" Al asked shocked at the possibility even where Ed was concerned.
"Of Course not," Ed said as his eyes darted over to Russell. Wrath noted this and kept his eyes trained on the taller blond who was focusing…hard on washing the dishes.
"Well if you didn't eat it where is the rest of it?"
"It's upstairs," Ed replied as he flashed a grin in Russell's direction, looking every bit like the cat that ate the canary, "In fact we were about to go enjoy some more when you guys showed up.
As the brothers talked, Wrath noted how Russell's face got redder and redder with each word Ed spoke.
"What on earth is it doing up there?" Al asked, hands on his hips.
"It was so good I wanted to enjoy it with another one of my favorite treats."
Wrath would bet money nothing could get the young alchemist to turn around now.
"And you couldn't do that in the kitchen? I bet you left a mess for Russell to clean up."
"I did but Russ didn't seem to mind in fact…"
A glass shattered before Ed could finish and Wrath decided it was time for them to leave. As the former sin pulled his confused lover out of the house, Al sputtered on clearly confused about the entire matter. Shortly after the eldest Elric shut the door behind his guests a loud shout of, "They did what with the cake!" was heard from the other side.
