Disclaimer: Anything you recognize probably doesn't belong to me. Besides, if Ed and Roy 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. 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 just be ignored, as you had fair warning of what you were going to be reading. But otherwise, flames in general, are…well I guess as welcome as rude words can be. Often, these pieces will feature Restored!Al, if only because I didn't even really like him until I saw the movie :-[ whoops?

Okay, so only attending half of Japanese class is not going to help my grade any. But in my defense, my partner was out today, and I was the only partnerless person there. Well. Not the only one, but the only one who is too shy to partner up with anyone else. But I've come to bring you more goodies instead- doesn't that sound nice? I thought so.

Next time, on Inferno: 38. Name. It's a game between them sometimes, and the same person is always winning.

37. Bottom

"Why the fuck does everyone who knows about us happen to think I bottom?" Edward's voice demands as soon as the office door shuts and locks behind him.

Roy carefully fixes his smirk into a calm expression before raising his head. Edward sulks to the desk and shifts Roy's paperwork anywhere he damn well feels like it before hauling himself onto the lip of the desk. He edges an expectant look at Roy, waiting for an answer.

"Well," he finally concedes, speaking very slowly and carefully, "I think that'd be obvious, Edward."

The blonde turns to look at him in the same manner. "Well, it isn't," he growls, "care to enlighten me?"

Roy reaches to wrap an arm around Edward's waist and drag him across the desk, pulling him close. "It's because I'm clearly that man in the relationship."

A metal fist whaps him, hard, and his world goes momentarily in two directions before colliding back into one solid vision. "You bastard!"

There isn't reall a proper response for this, Roy knows. Anything more that he says will be held against him.

Edward hops off the desk and sniffs haughtily. "For that," he smirks, golden eyes shifting dark and glittering with mischief, "I'm just going to have to prove my masculinity to you tonight. Be prepared." He stomps out the door.

Roy is in for a very long night indeed.