Disclaimer: Anything you recognize probably doesn't belong to me. Besides, if Ed and Roy had ever really ended up together, do you think I'd feel the desire to write this?
Title: Inferno
Author: fuery (Marissa)
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: PG-13 for Edward's filthy tongue, some spoilers along the way, and yaoi. If you didn't already get the hint, there it is.
Sidenotes: This is just a collection of drabbles and one-shots that I've been working on lately. Expect around 100, but as of right now I've only written up to 15. Constructive criticism is always welcome, and so are generally kind reviews. If you love 'em, let me know. If you flame me on the pairing, you'll probably get ignored, as you had fair warning of what you were going to read. But otherwise, flames in general are…I guess as welcome as rude words can be. Often, these pieces will feature Restored!Al, if only because I honestly didn't even really like him until I saw the movie :-[ whoops?
10. Phone
"…I can't believe you just said that," Edward's voice crackles through the static of the phone line, filled with awe, after a long, shocked silence.
Roy scowls, immediately regretting and retracting his previous statement with an inward groan. He can't believe his own stupidity. "Don't get used to it," he mutters darkly, "I know you're going to gloat and hold it over my head so don't expect to hear it ever again."
"Roy," a snicker cuts through the receiver, "I only needed to hear it once to know it stands true for every time I leave town."
A low growl rumbles in Roy's throat as he glances out of the door of his office to make sure his gun-toting Lieutenant isn't aiming her careful pistol at the phone in his hand. "Edward Elric," he reproaches in a low, dangerous tone, "I suggest you watch what you say."
With a grin in his voice, the teen shoots, "and to think- you assumed you still had your pride."
That being the last straw, Roy slams the phone back into its cradle, and a bullet whizzes by his ear, followed by Hawkeye's call of, "be gently with the phone, sir!"
Even despite the impending threat of doom, the Flame Alchemist is still seething over the phone conversation.
Serves him right for telling the damn boy he misses him.