people were asking for some Roy/Ed...so here ya go! ok, so it is more implied than anything else...but it is there. so HAH. -fireun
Roy Mustang had a headache. Not the irritating kind, but one you could feel all the way down the spine- the type that kicked you in the balls, stole your lunch money while you were down, and then said rude things about your mother. His vision wavered in time with his pulse, with each rhythmic rush of pain. At least it was predictable…
His headache was, most likely, the reason why the sound of his door opening set his teeth to grinding in frustration, which, of course ignited a new strain of pain atop of the rest. Not exactly the desired result. What was worse was that he could recognize the tread, the aggressive placement of each foot.
Edward Elric was not someone he wanted to deal with right now. The youg man demanded a certain verbal tact and talent Roy did not feel like manipulating at that moment. And Ed inevitably raised his voice.
"I am busy, Fullmetal. Come back and bother me later." Roy didn't look up to acknowledge the young mans presence. It wasn't a slight on his part, he just knew the movement would set his head screaming, and damn if he was going to show pain in front of Ed- it was like bleeding in the presence of predators and only served to make them all the more aggressive.
"I didn't come to bother you, bastard colonel." Ed huffed, continuing his advance across the office.
"Oh?" This was the point in the conversation where Roy would normally raise both head and eyebrow archly, managing to be blasé and suggestive all at once. As that was currently in no way a valid option, he settled with pausing for a moment in his writing.
Ed made some sort of disparaging sound in response, pausing beside the desk. Maybe he had a report to turn in? As Roy shuffled through all current and recent assignments, Ed moved once more, coming to stand directly behind the seated colonel. So deep in pained and painfully slow thought was Roy that he jolted upright in surprise as he felt a hand on the base of his neck.
"What…!"
"Shut up." Ed grumbled, his hand moving…kneading…
Much to his dismay, Roy heard a quiet groan part pain and part appreciation as Ed began working at the mass of strained muscles that made up the base of his neck and shoulders…and then moved up to the base of the skull…
Ed felt Roy lean into the massage, felt the tension finally start to ease out of the man, and his face broke into a crooked grin. Neither of them particularly wanted to admit how pleasant they found each end of the experience, but neither one of them seemed particularly anxious to stop any time soon.
two drabbles tonight, so no responses to comments. i am le tired. will get those in tomorrow. am at the parents house, which means i have time to write like mad! -fireun