Roy Mustang never really liked hospitals. Sure, they served a purpuse. A very good purpose in fact, but he still didn't like them.
Luckily, he wasn't the one stuck there.
With his ever present smirk firmly in place, he made his way down the hall and into the small white room. The pale blond slept through his entrance and only stirred slightly when he planted his rear down on the rather uncomfortable matress, his back toward his... almost lover? Well, his back to what ever Edward was to him at the time. He really didn't like to think about it too much, it made his head hurt.
Soon he felt the mattress shift beneath him. He glanced over his shoulder and watch as golden eyes slowly opened and sleepily glared at him, siliently placing blame on the man sitting before him.
Minutes passed in an uncomfortable silence, but Roy wasn't about to complain. Silence -comfortable or not- was a rare treat when Fullmetal was about. Though that accusing look was starting to annoy him. It wasn't his fault.
Gold eyes continued to place blame and Roy sighed.
Okay, so maybe it was a little bit his fault. He did pass the cold he had onto Edward, which -in a round about way- lead him to the hospital. Still, how was he to know the boy's immune system was as small as the rest of him.
He cleared his throat and Edward's glare went from accusing to resentful at the simple action.
"You're brother stopped by today with another request for sick leave. I was a little surprise you didn't come until he inrformed me that you were in the hospital." He twisted around to look more easily at Edward as they spoke. "I figured I better come here before you decided to leave the hospital without a doctor's permission inorder to pay me an unexpected visit."
"Why the hell would I want to go see your lazy ass?" came the rough reply.
"Oh, so you can still talk?" the colonel faked disappointment. "What a pity. I thought we'd be able to have a better conversation while you lacked the ablity to speak..."
"How about I punch your face in? That way it'll hurt if either of us talks, so we won't have to bother with this conversation at all?" he growled, rolling onto his side, but feeling to lazy and dazed to bother with anything more.
"I can talk fairly well with a fat lip, Fullmetal. In fact, I believe I found that little fact out thanks to you."
That true statement was was enough to take Ed off of the defensive, and Roy tried not to grin as the other alchemist looked down at the dull white sheets sheepishly. That was the moment of weakness Roy was waiting for.
He allowed his grin to melt away into his comfortable smirk.
"And to think I came all this way to do you a favor..."
"Do me a favor! What the hell..." his interruption was ignored as Roy continued.
"I mean, you used every other illment as a chance to get me sick, so I thought I should just avoid the enable and save you the trip."
"... are you talking...about... what? I can get you sick with this?" he asked suspeciously as considers it for a moment.
"You're full of it." he finally says. "You pass on viruses, not bad tonsils. You just want an excuse to fucking drool all over me without the risk of getting sick."
Roy took a second to look offended as he stood up, 'preparing' to leave.
"If I wanted to 'drool all over' someone, Fullmetal, it would not be you. Trust me, you currently smell as bad as you look. Maybe you should ask that cute blonde nurse for a sponge bath before sugery? If you don't, I might..."
"Shut up." he mumbled. He spent the last two days sick, sleeping in sweat soaked sheets. Of course he looked terrible. Why should he care about what Mustang thinks about his appearance?
That thought didn't stop him from running his hand through his bangs, trying to manage unmanageable hair.
"Doesn't bacteria cause tonsillitis?"
Edward stared at his superior, eyes narrowed in thought.
"So you can give this shit to someone else through spit?"
Roy shrug.
"I'm no doctor, but I assume so."
That was all the excuse Ed needed to drag himself out of bed and across the room to pull Mustang down into a hard kiss.
Mustang nearly gagged at the bitter taste of medicine as a sloppy wet tongue mercilessly invaded his mouth -Roy could have sworn the kid was trying to lick the back of his throat, tatse his tonsils, or something.
Quickly -before he could drown in spit- he grabbed a handful of blond hair at the base of his neck and pulled away, panting as he held Edward's head back in a more summisive pose. He then placed his mouth upon the salty flesh of his neck, allowing his tongue to follow the quivering adam's apple as it bobbed up and down with each slight gasp and gulp, before returning his lips to Ed's mouth and trying to salvage the horrible kiss from eailer.
Even after months of practice, Edward was still by far the worse kisser he'd ever known. Sometimes that made him wonder why he liked it so much.
Regretfully, he heard the door knob rattle and had to pull away from the kiss before it opened and someone enter.
Edward stood there, hands clenched in the dark blue material of Roy's military jacket, face clearing saying 'why the hell did you stop, you dirty rotten bastard,' until he heard the creak of the door and an echoing gasp of 'Borther!'
Quickly he push away, almost loosing his balance, before feeling warm arms wrap firmly around his waist, pulling him close and preventing him from falling over.
He stood there in the colonels grip, completely stunned. His face went red and for a moment, the aching glands in his throat didn't matter, because as soon as Al would ask about this whole mess, he was going to die of embarrassment.
"Al, it's not..."
"Fullmetal seems to be rather unsteady on his feet at the moment. This is the second time I had to prevent him from falling... must be the fever or maybe the medication. They often make me feel dizzy." He saved and helped Ed back on his own feet.
"Well, brother shouldn't be out of bed." Al said, arms crossed, his tone disapproving, though neither of them could tell if the disapproval was because of Edward being out of bed... or the other thing.
Either way, Edward didn't care. Roy had given him probable denail with that statement, so his brother could say anything he wanted because he couldn't prove it. He flash a breif smile at Roy. He could have kissed the man out of gratitude but that would have defeated the purpose of lying to begin with.
Alphonse quickly ushered his brother back to bed and Roy gave a farewell nod in their general direction. Once at the door, he paused and looked at the two bothers with a smile.
"Oh, Fullmetal?" he said, catching both of their attention, "Don't worry about the operation. I had my tonsils removed when I was seven, it's really not that bad."
The words took a moment to sink in.
"You Bastard! You said sai..." His began but ended in a coughing fit as he choked on his own swollen glands.
"I'll see you after surgery, Edward." he smiled reinsuring and Edward completely failed his attempt at looking pissed off.
