KissMeDeadlyT-T: Yeah, I literally wrote part 3 this quickly. I told you guys I have no life.

Oh uh… This one's rated M, and it's almost smut, and for once, I don't feel overly-concerned about to quality of it… but I do feel like it's a bit rushed. I guess we're our own worse critics, but I don't know. It's meant to be rushed but I feel like I made it too rushed. I'm also pretty tired. I don't know. I'm just happy it didn't take me over a week to write this one. See? Tired. I'm rambling on about useless shit again. Sorry. :l

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Title: Overheated part 3 (continuation of last chapter)

Rating: M because grinding mm

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Maybe it hadn't been the best idea to tease Ed like that.

It was awkward. God, it was so awkward. The air between them was so thick Roy was positive he could cut it with a knife and perhaps slather it onto a metaphorical slice of bread that he could maybe eat to distract himself from how absolutely uncomfortable and almost painful this was.

Ten minutes ago, the Fullmetal Alchemist had stomped into his office, given Roy the dirtiest look he'd ever seen, flopped down on the couch and started glaring at the floor as if this whole thing was its fault. Roy liked to take into consideration the fact that Ed's face nearly matched that horrendously flattering red coat he always wore and felt a bit better because it meant that he wasn't the only one who felt like it would be nice if the ground opened up and swallowed him. He'd tried a few times to start get Ed's attention and start talking about the mission—at this point, he could barely even remember what he needed to talk to him about— but each time Ed had remained silent and glared harder at the ground and slowly withdrew further and further into his coat until all Roy could really see was the top of his head and that stubborn flick of hair.

He didn't entirely regret poking fun at Ed, though, because he had to admit that Ed looked very nice with flushed cheeks. That then led him to remember some of his more interesting dreams, which led to him feeling uncomfortably warm and skittish, which led to a weak attempt at conversation, which finally led to that same terrible, awkward silence. The air was almost crackling between them and Roy could only describe the strange feeling as tension. Sexual tension, on his part. He shifted on his chair. He wished Ed would say something or would at least show that he knew Roy was there. The kid was stubborn, though. Worse than his lieutenant, even, and he'd never met anyone like her in his life. Besides Edward. He let out a silent sigh. Could this get any worse?

He rubbed at the side of his face, grimacing when his hand came away smeared with black. He'd almost forgotten about the doodles on his face in the midst of the awkwardness, but now he was even more irritated. And he was still tired. Stupid bratty Fullmetal— this was entirely his fault. For being too damn capricious and adorable and annoying and passionate and everything that pissed Roy off to no end but somehow drew him in at the same time. Frustrated, he wiped his cheek again. Maybe he could get the doodles off. He looked at the smudges on his hand. Maybe not.

He looked back up and saw Ed looking at him with those gold eyes and felt an involuntary heat curl in his stomach. Before he could make out the strange look in the gaze, Ed realized he had been caught and snapped his eyes away, flushing even darker. He crossed his arms across his chest. It was a hostile, defensive tic that Roy had learnt to expect from the boy by now and it only served to make him feel even more frustrated. Ed didn't even look mad. He looked conflicted and confused and defiant and uncomfortable and was masking it with anger, but Roy had been his superior long enough to see past that.

His thin patience finally ran out. "Okay, that's it." His words broke the silence. Ed didn't look up at him, but he did shrink further back into his coat, sullenly slumping low in the couch until his butt hung off the edge and he was left in a position that Roy couldn't imagine was very comfortable. Roy's exhaustion, irritation and sexual frustration all came together into a giant ball of exasperation and he decided shit had to be done or else they'd be sitting there forever in awkward silent misery.

Roy stood and walked around his desk and didn't stop until he was directly in front of Ed. He noticed how Ed quickly looked somewhere else and how his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed. Another nervous tic. The blond's face— which, Roy observed, had matured a lot over the years— was red with tension and what Roy could only describe as uneasiness.

"Fullmetal," he spoke finally.

Ed said nothing and jutted his bottom lip out. His eyes were watering. Roy was sure it was from embarrassment. Ed tended to cry a lot when he got nervous. He kept his voice even. "Fullmetal," he repeated, "we need to talk."

Still no response.

"Edward."

Nothing.

"Oh for fuck's sake, Edward, look at me."

Ed's glare raised and he sent daggers into Roy's irritated black eyes. He said nothing, and it didn't seem like he planned on it.

Roy's eyebrow twitched. "Shrimp."

Growling, Ed shot out his automail leg and he kicked Roy in the knees, shoving him onto the couch opposite him before Roy could even register that he'd moved. "Don't," Ed growled, breathing heavily. His eyes glittered with something Roy in all of his experience reading others couldn't quite place. His hands were clutching Roy's uniform, his knees on either side of Roy's thighs. "Don't fucking call me that." His fingers tightened in the blue cloth. The warm humming that had been sitting in the pit of Roy's stomach heated up at their proximity and he felt a warm flush rise up his neck and cheeks. He swallowed, hating how breathless he felt. Ed was close. Very close. And if he came any closer, this was very likely to become even more awkward than it already was.

"You wrote Colonel Shithead on the side of my face," Roy finally said. He was quite proud of himself for keeping a steady voice when he could barely resist the urge to touch the warm body barely inches away from his own. He swallowed again when Ed's eyes narrowed until they were like glittering suns. "I was just returning the favour."

"You're an asshole," Ed breathed. His cheeks were flushed again, Roy noted, and the fingers clutching his collar trembled. "I can't believe you— you'd say that—"

Roy had a feeling Ed wasn't talking about calling him small. "You started it," he responded, flicking his tongue across his lips to wet them because they were feeling terribly dry right now. Ed's eyes zeroed in on it and his glare faltered for a moment. Roy didn't miss it. Raising an eyebrow, he did it again, going slower this time—he licked his lips deliberately, pulling in his bottom lip and letting it slide out wet. Ed exhaled and watched for another minute before quickly flicking his eyes away. He looked unnerved and his lips were pressed together in a firm line and if Roy wasn't mistaken, something was stirring inside those tight leather pants. He let a licentious smirk curve his lips.

"Well now," he murmured, sweeping his gaze up and down Ed's flustered body. His gaze lingered a bit longer than necessary around the toned thighs and stretched leather on his lap and when he finally looked back up he saw Ed staring at him with wide, unreadable eyes. He smirked a bit wider. "Looks like there is something you'd like to tell me, Edward."

"Stop that," Ed whispered, color erupting in his cheeks. His voice was very strained. He tightened his fingers in Roy's collar again, but his glare didn't make Roy anxious this time— because it wasn't even half-assed and it was completely destroyed by the fact that it was more pupil than anything. He raised a thin eyebrow.

"Stop what?"

"That." Ed looked desperate. Roy was almost surprised. It was unlike Ed to lose the will to fight so quickly. He'd never seen Ed look quite so torn. It was as if he was trying very, very hard to stay in control. "You— you're— making me weird, I don't—"

"What?" Roy leaned a bit closer— not that he really needed to because Ed was so close anyway— and ran his tongue over his lips again, almost close enough to wet Ed's too. "This?" One hand slid up Ed's toned thigh and brushed the soft inside teasingly. Ed gulped, looking incredibly nervous, his eyes glued to the hand that steadily travelled up his thigh. "Or this?" His fingers barely brushed over the bulge in Ed's pants, and that was it. Ed gasped sharply and he finally lost his grip on his control. His hands fell from clutching Roy's collar to clutching Roy's hair and before Roy knew it he was sprawled back on the couch with a very hot and very horny Edward Elric kissing him.

The dreams he'd had were nothing compared to this. It wasn't perfect or sweet or beautiful— there were teeth and battling tongues and slick noises and Ed kept making these wonderful sounds that made it nearly impossible for Roy to resist pinning him down and fucking his brains out right then and there and his heart was hammering and he could barely breathe and spit dribbled down his chin— but it was real, and it was hot, and Roy was just beginning to feel like he might explode when Ed pulled away, panting harshly. He opened his mouth to say something but never got the chance because Roy growled and pulled him back down for another kiss. Whatever Ed had meant to say turned into a heated moan as their tongues messily met again and Roy could honestly say he wished he'd started teasing Ed earlier because this was the hardest his heart had pounded in a long time.

"I hate you," Ed panted out against his lips, sliding mismatched hands down Roy's clothed chest and sending twin trails of pleasure down to his confined cock. Roy groaned and grabbed Ed's hips and pulled them into contact with his own. Ed gasped sharply and nearly lost his balance, barely catching himself in time. His hands gripped the couch at Roy's sides and his eyes squeezed shut. "Damn it," he scarcely managed to grind out, rolling his hips down erratically. His breathing was very short and Roy's was nearly as bad. "M-Mustang, I—ahh—"

"I hate you too," Roy finally breathed in response. He groaned quietly as Ed's short pants became more like breathless moans. One of his hands slid up Ed's back and tangled into his messy braid to pull him back down for another kiss, and the other fell just above Ed's tailbone to press their bodies closer together. Ed responded enthusiastically, grinding harder and faster against him, until it was all Roy could do not to let out the desperate moans he felt clawing up his throat.

It was happening so fast— barely ten minute ago they'd been ready to rip out each other's throats and now they were about to rip off each other's clothes. He didn't quite understand how it had happened, either, but hell, he wasn't complaining. He was, however, not unable to suddenly remember that they were at work and that if this didn't stop soon he was going to fuck Edward Elric in his office— which, despite how much his Id screamed at him that it didn't matter, was bad. The door wasn't locked and anyone could walk in anytime. With a shuddering exhale, he pulled away from the kiss, lingering a bit longer just to flick his tongue across Ed's mouth again because it had become terribly addictive. He forced himself to repress the lust pulsing through him— and to ignore the persistent throbbing in his pants— and stilled Ed's hips.

"Don't stop now," Ed gasped, trying in vain to rub against Roy again. "Damn it, Mustang, don't you dare—"

"We're at work," Roy said breathlessly. His mind finally cleared enough for him to realize the true weight of the situation. His office door wasn't even closed properly. If they'd actually… or if someone had walked in… he let out a miserable groan and his head fell back. "Shit…"

Ed seemed to realize the circumstances too. Swallowing, he glanced back at the door— and immediately away, his entire face reddening. "Oh my god," he breathed, scrambling off of Roy. "Oh fuck, I didn't— I didn't mean to—"

Roy sat up, running his hands through his messed-up hair. Ed was still sputtering apologies. "It wasn't your fault," Roy muttered, interrupting Ed mid-stutter. He opened his eyes again and swept his gaze longingly over Ed's unkempt state, finally meeting the blond's wide eyes. "It was mine as much as it was yours."

"B-but—"

"Don't," Roy interrupted again. "And don't you dare tell me it was an accident, because it wasn't."

Ed flushed. "No," he muttered. "It wasn't."

"Didn't think so." Roy paused. "What… exactly was it?"

"I don't know."

There was another tense silence, but this was different. This time, as they simply stared at each other, there was something else crackling in the air. It was so intense that he nearly forgot about the unlocked door and pulled him back down because that tingly feeling he'd had in the pit of his chest for Ed for a long time was warming and expanding and he wanted Edward so badly that it was almost impossible to ignore. Surprisingly, Ed was the one to break the silence.

"Is this… a one-time thing? A weird fluke? Because—" He stopped abruptly, turning red up to the roots of his hair. Swallowing hard, he tried again. "I-I mean— I don't know…about you, but I—"

There was a knock at the door. Cursing, Roy jumped to his feet and hurried to his desk. Ed looked like he might panic and looked around as if searching for a hiding spot, before finally flopping onto the couch they'd just been making out on. His face was beet red and Roy felt like he might look the same but there wasn't much they could do about that, so he cleared his throat and called, "Come in."

It was Hawkeye. "Have you finished your papers yet, sir?" Then she spotted Ed. "Oh, Fullmetal. You came back."

"Yeah," Ed said gruffly, shooting a half-assed glare the colonel's way. "Bastard wouldn't leave me alone. Claimed he needed some payback or something."

Hawkeye rolled her eyes heavenward. "I give up on you two," she murmured.

Roy snorted. "I don't know why you tried to begin with."

"Neither do I." She sighed. "I assume you haven't gotten any paperwork done?"

"That's my fault," Ed spoke up. "Sorry. We were discussing things." Roy raised an eyebrow at that, but luckily it went unnoticed by Hawkeye.

"Alright. Just have it done before you leave, and I mean that," she said, giving Roy a reproving look. The colonel sighed.

"I will."

"Good."

After she left (and after the door was firmly shut) Ed cleared his throat. "So… uh…"

"No."

Ed looked alarmed. "What?"

"It wasn't a one-time thing." Roy let his eyes soften. "Well— maybe like that it was. I was quite shocked, to say the least." He chuckled when Ed looked away and muttered at him to shut up. "But I wouldn't object to it happening again. Actually… I'd like if it did."

A pleased flush spread up Ed's neck. "Fuck," he said under his breath. "I really must have overheated."

"Excuse me?" Roy said, amused.

"Nothing," Ed said quickly. "I… I'd like it too." Then he turned dark red. "But I'm not that easy. If you wanna get in my pants you'd better fucking buy me dinner first."

"You made the first move," Roy pointed out, grinning widely. "But I'm not complaining. Fine." He sat back in his chair and crossed his arms. "Tell me when."

"When?"

"When you want it to happen."

"Um…"

"When you would like me to make you dinner, since we can't exactly go out in public. You can drop by my house and I'll cook you something." Roy shrugged. "I'm not great at making anything other than brownies, but I somehow doubt you'd object to that."

Ed gawked. "Are you seriously asking me out on a date?"

"It seems that way, yes."

"Oh." Ed's eyes were like saucers. "I… uh… I've never… been asked out before."

"I know," Roy said, cocking an amused eyebrow. Ed scowled.

"Shut up. I… it doesn't matter." Ed looked awkward. "You choose."

"Friday, then. Two days from now."

"And… you said you could make brownies?"

"That's hardly dinner," Roy said wryly. "But if you want, sure."

Ed's eyes lit up. "Can you put chocolate chips in them?"

Ed looked so excited, his eyes sparkling in a way Roy had never seen from him before— and he could honestly say it was more beautiful than seeing them glazed over and dark with lust. This was something else entirely, something that brought forth a different kind of warmth in his tummy. Roy couldn't help but grin. "Only if you promise never to write on my face again. And that next time we kiss, it won't be like that."

A wide grin spread across Ed's face. "You just might be able to twist my arm, Mustang."

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KissMeDeadlyT-T: Rushed smut whaaaat

Also brownies yay for headcanons

BTW: The Id is the part of your brain that, according to Freud, runs on the pleasure principle. Just thought I'd clarify in case some people didn't know. :o

I was going to go back and add more but then I decided this was getting long to be a drabble (not that my drabbles are really drabbles ever) and just decided to leave it. I hope it's okay like this. ;A; Maybe I'll fix it up and add more sometime but I think it's alright like this for now. *gets shot to prevent more ramblings*