This is basically a little story I made about a parental complex with Ed and Roy's relationship. While they are lovers, sometimes Roy does certain things that make Edward feel like a kid and as if Roy is his guardian. Most of these are subtle, and you may notice them (such as Roy cleaning Ed's cheek in Chapter 1); others may be forced down your throat (such as if Ed were to yell "You're not my dad!").
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"You're a horrible liar." He stated. Edward quickly glanced at Roy's lips and then back into his eyes, and Roy knew: this was about the kiss. However, while Ed felt guilty about this morning's kiss, Roy thought he felt guilty about last night's kiss.
Roy joined Edward in blushing, and both alchemists leaned with their backs on the headboard, neither wanting to face each other.
"How much of last night do you remember?" Roy asked, awkwardly.
"All of it." Roy glanced at Edward quickly. Ed did not show signs of regret, hurt, pain, or any other negative emotion.
"I—I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." Roy found himself unable to say the word. "Well, to, you know, on the forehead. I'm deeply sorry."
"I'm not." Edward said boldly. Roy swung his head to face the boy now.
"You're not?"
"...No." Ed could feel himself backing down. He had known his whole life he was gay, and he knew he wanted the colonel, and he wasn't about to say he regretted kissing him. However, he was unsure of how Roy would react now.
"Say, hypothetically, I was to say that I was in love with you. Hypothetically, what would you do?" Roy asked.
"That's not fair to speak hypothetically." Edward could feel himself growing slightly irritable. Roy had no right to mess with him—especially over this.
Roy turned to face the teenage. Edward stiffened, and remained facing the wall opposite him. He didn't dare glance at Roy. Roy trailed a single finger along Edward's face and neck. Lightly. Edward could feel himself growing aroused and thanked whoever discovered cotton and thought of weaving it and making bed sheets.
Nothing could hide his breathing, however. He began to breathe just a bit heavier, and Roy smirked at it; he was getting the reaction he was expecting and wanted.
"Don't. Fucking. Mess with me." Edward breathed out.
"Who says I am?" Roy asked.
"You better not be." Edward leaned forward and began to kiss Roy. All of his wild fantasies, and he never imagined them coming true. Yet, here he was, kissing the man of his dreams, to be cliché.
Edward let his hand slide along Roy's thigh, but suddenly Roy stopped.
"Are you sure?" Roy asked.
"Of what?"
"Of...this. That you want to do this; that this isn't just a phase...or anything like that."
"A gay phase? Damn you; you sound like a parent."
"Sorry." Roy breathed, and began to kiss Ed again.
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A/N: Yay for jamming the parental complex down your throat! Haha. That was the perfect example of it, just so you take note.