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Chapter 8: Ed's Hair

Ed was fast asleep when Mustang came home. The Colonel stopped and raised an eyebrow as he looked at the door to his bedroom. Ed had decorated it with the same face he put on silly transmutations. Bug eyes, tongue stuck out, and that same little strand of hair that Ed himself separated from the braid.

He opened the door and stopped, stunned. The walls were crimson, the red color in Ed's jacket. On one wall was the symbol that rested on the back of Ed's coat, that Al bore on the shoulder of his armor. Over several different walls was Ed's transmutation face. From the beginning, Mustang had an eye for Ed's detail to things, the way he crafted his likeness into whatever he was transmuting.

He then turned eyes to the young sleeping alchemist. First thing he noticed was that Ed had no shirt on. That was good. Second thing he noticed was that his hair was out. Mustang's jaw dropped slightly. Ed plus no braid, plus no shirt, makes for an interesting equation. He leaned over him and kissed him on the cheek. "Wake up, Ed."

Ed's eyes tightened and he rolled over. "Go away," he muttered. His hair was so long when it was unconstricted, makes him look like a girl. Roy blinked then laid himself gently over Ed's back, kissing him again. "Edward." Ed blinked sleepily and turned over, "What's up, Roy?" Immediately, Roy fastened his lips over Ed's, kissing roughly.

Ed's eyes closed and he drifted back onto his pillow, smiling. "I must be still dreaming." His hair, all over the place, unfettered. "What's with you Fullmetaling my room, huh?" Ed sighed, opening his eyes fainted. "I think it looks nice." Roy snorted, "You would." Mustang moved away a little as Ed rose to a sitting position and stretched, yawning.

"God," Mustang said lowly, bending over, trying to hide a growing erection. "What," Ed asked curiously. "Your hair," he managed. "It's a total turn-on." Ed grinned now, "Oh really?" He flicked his hair over his shoulder. "I think it makes me look like a girl, when it's unbraided." Mustang was under the heat. "It does. But that's not way I like it." He longed to run his fingers through it.

Ed did just that. His fingers passed easily through the golden locks as he looked suspiciously innocent. Mustang launched himself at Ed, knocking him back down and pressing a ferocious kiss on him. Ed laughed when he got his mouth back. "Nothing but a sex machine, huh?" Mustang kissed his neck, "So tell me, Ed. Where'd you learn to braid?" Ed smirked, kissing him back. "It's not hard. Winry taught me but sometimes I let her do it."

Ed noticed the catch in Mustang's eyes as the Colonel reached up to touch Ed's hair. The younger alchemist slipped out of his reach though. "Na uh," he said, leaning on the doorframe. "You won't get my hair that easily." He tilted his head all the back, so said hair was completely spread out. "Come and get it, Flame," he said and headed down the stairs.

Roy smirked and got up off the bed heading after his conquest.

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The next morning, an unsuspecting visitor would have entered the Mustang household and thought a group orgy had taken place. Clothes were strewn everywhere, furniture toppled, the likes you couldn't perceive. The two alchemists had played a new game, dubbed Keep Away Kiss. The object was for one to ambush the other with a kiss, grope, or something along those lines. By the end of the night, the score was Mustang- 64, Ed- 59.

Ed pulled himself out of the hot tub, where he'd fallen asleep and trudged towards the kitchen. What a pain in the ass, he thought. Literally. Haven't had a night like that ever. He sighed and started to make coffee. He'd just started his cup when Mustang came in, looking sleepy. "Morning," he yawned and started to fix himself a cup. Ed sipped in silence, head thrown back, eyes closed.

They opened though when he felt Mustang standing behind him. "Hey what are you-" he broke off when Mustang pushed his head up. He took three sections of Ed's hair and started to braid it.

Yes! I'm through my writer's block! I thought this chapter was awesome, no? The chapter came from me being less lazy. This would be a decent ending but nope! Next chapter, Mustang meets Izumi!

Hell, you don't need a preview for that. Keep reviewing, my loves. This story and Elysia's. Ja ne.