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?
I've updated my user profile with information on this project, but I'll post something here as well: if you have any requests, ideas, etc, go ahead and suggest them to me, I'm all ears. I'd like to hear some new ideas from fresh mouths before I start turning over the same old thing and each piece begins to sound a bit more like the last. Thanks for reading!
Next time, on Inferno: 40. Minutes. "You have ten minutes," Roy manages to say past the tight knot in his throat, "to explain to both of us that you aren't in love with me." A challenge presents itself.
39. Bet
The silence is heavy as Roy stares at Edward.
Edward shifts awkwardly but his chin tilts up with grim determination and he offers the Colonel a glare.
"Really?" Roy asks slowly, dark eyebrows arching.
The teenager opens his mouth to shoot a scathing comment but there is a flush on his cheeks and Roy raises a hand.
"Why?"
"Because I'm trying to prove something here," Edward grumbles.
"What are you trying to prove?" Roy is suddenly very wary.
Edward flashes bright white teeth in his smile, a shark's grin, and shrugs. "That you won't regret it." The smile trembles a little before drooping. "Or kill me." It takes him by surprise when the Colonel barks out a rough laugh at that and his eyes narrow suspiciously. "You're...not going to kill me, are you?"
"Quite the contrary, Edward. If you're going to kiss me, you ought to come over here," Roy says by way of consent. And Edward finds himself obeying almost mechanically, leaning over the stacks of papers on Roy's desk to bring their lips together properly, almost hungrily.
A half hour passes before Edward finally emerges into the outer office, shutting the door behind him with an air of restrained triumph. He props his hands on his hips and leers smugly. "Havoc! I'm still alive, yeah? You owe me." He saunters out, leaving the remainder of Mustang's subordinates to stare at Havoc.
Havoc's cheeks shade light pink and he puts his hands up defensively. "It was just a bet! I didn't think he'd realy do it!"
Hawkeye decides not to berate Havoc for not knowing better. After all, Edward initiated the incentive. That only means she owes Roy some money herself.