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Finished this just a day or two ago. Didn't get a chance to type it until now.

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Title: The Final Day: Ending Two (Part Seven of Let the Games Begin)
Rating: M (To be safe)
Warnings: Cross dressing. Hints at... stuff.

On the opposite side of the mess hall, standing where Roy could see him perfectly, was Edward Elric, bent over a table so he could talk to his younger brother. Now, had he been wearing pants, this wouldn't be so bad. But he was wearing Roy's ideal women's military uniform, which meant a short-ass skirt that was about the length of the one from the previous day. Possibly even shorter. He'd even borrowed the general's hat, and it was currently sitting atop his head, constantly sliding down over his eyes. But damn it looked good.

"How'd you manage to get someone like him into something like that?" It was one of the soldiers who'd first started the whole thing.

"I... didn't." Roy admitted, still staring at the blond's ass. If the skirt were to come up just a little more, then he'd have a clear view of everything Ed had to offer. "He put it on himself."

"Damn! He must really want you, then, man. People like Elric don't just put on tiny skirts for no damn reason."

As if in thought, Roy worried his lip for a moment. Then, without a word, he stood up and strode over to the table where Edward was. Two pairs of eyes in varying shades of gold lifted to him when he cleared his throat, but the brightest pair was the only one he was interested in.

"Lunch is over." was all he said, and it was close enough to be true.

Edward shrugged and straightened up. "If you say so. See ya later, Al."

"Bye, Ed!" Alphonse called after his elder brother as he and Roy walked away, the blond swaying his hips all the while.

"We left early. Why?"

"Because you were practically showing your near-naked ass to everyone in the mess hall."

"So you were looking~ I knew you couldn't resist." Edward practically cooed in a triumphant manner.

"Hard not to when you were showing it around like that!"

"One, I wasn't showing that much. And two, not everyone noticed what I was showing." Ed insisted, hooking his elbow with Roy's. He was making it look as if they were walking down the aisle. Oh! And look at that! One of them was even wearing a skirt~

"Like hell they didn't!" Roy snapped, casting a sideways glare at him. "I bet everyone, or nearly everyone, noticed!"

"I had no idea you were so... possessive of me~" the blond purred, resting his cheek against the man's shoulder.

"I am not possessive of you!" the general growled, tone defensive. Edward rolled his eyes, holding tighter to the man's arm.

"That's defensive. You're lying." He reached around them and jerked the office door open, shoving Roy inside. "Quit denying such things, Roy; it's unhealthy. You want to know what is healthy?" He followed him in, closing the door with the weight of his body. The lock clicked.

"What?" There was slight hesitation in the deep voice.

Edward pushed Roy down into the couch, straddling his hips. "Sex. With me~"