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Chapter 3: Stain Sheets and Chinese Food Don't Mix

'Oh God, that bastard Colonel is up to something. He's going to have to touch me…with his hands…oh God. Calm down, he's just trying to heal my burns, so he doesn't lose his dog, remember? That's the only reason he bothers to 'care'. So just calm down.' Ed buried his face into the pillows. 'I know it's true, but why do I feel so sad knowing that?' Sighing, he tried not to think, not really wanting to know the answer.

'Aww, Fullmetal looks distressed. I should go help him' Roy crawled onto the bed and carefully, as to not harm the little burnt alchemist, straddled his hips. Feeling the movement on the bed, Ed turned his head, only to come face to face with object of his confusion.

"What the hell are you doing!" panicked, he was trapped. The Colonel was on all fours, knees resting by his hips, hands by his elbows. Even if moving didn't case extreme pain, it wouldn't do much good.

"Calm down Edward. I'm just checking your burn. There's no need to get all flustered." Mustang smirked. 'He's blushing! That's so cute! Wait cute? I did not just think cute.'

"I'm not flustered!" Ed turned away and faced the pillows. 'How am I not suppose to get 'all flustered', he's on top of me! Not only that but he's acting like he's not just my superior, taking care of me personally, using my first name. What the hell is going on?'

"Yes you are, your even-" Roy leaned forward, his lips mere centimeters from the blonde's ear. "-blushing." The last word was the faintest of whispers, but Ed heard him loud and clear. Suppressing a shiver, he tired to keep his cool.

"Am not." He stated as calmly as possible. 'All I have to do is stay clam and not turn around.'

Roy hadn't moved an inch. "Yes you are" The breath of his whisper playing across Ed's ear. There was no suppressing this shiver. Any cool left was quickly slipping throw he's hands like water.

"I-I am not!" The Colonel's smirk only grew bigger at the pitiful stutter. Only one coherent thought was on the burnt alchemists mind 'Oh, fucky-doo', if you can call that coherent.

Mustang gently grasped Fullmetal's chin, and slowly turned his face till he was facing him. ' Okay I give, he is cute' Ed, who flat out refused to make eye contact, was scarlet. Not quite satisfied, Roy decided to push a little further. He slide his hand up, to cup his cheek and leaned forward till his nose was barely touching Ed's. "Yes you are."

Not sure of what to do, Edward leaned in. Suddenly Mustang pulled back and let go of his face. Back in his original position, he went back to staring at the burn.

"Wha- What the hell are you doing." Poor little Ed was more confused than ever.

"I already told you Ed, I'm checking your burns." Roy stayed calm, kept he's expression passive and even to managed to sound a little annoyed. 'I have to make him want it. He has to feel like he needs it, otherwise he'll try and fight me. But its fun when he's stubborn and fights back. Wouldn't it be more fun to make him submit to me? Yes I believe it would be quite enjoyable.'

Meanwhile, Edward buried his face into the pillows once again, thinking about what just happened. He was angered by the fact he was being played with. However, he was down right pissed by the fact that he was disappointed because the Mustang had turned away. 'I must be going nuts. Well, I just want the Colonel to kiss me and molest-Bad thought-Okay, I am going nuts.

At the Elric Apartment

'I hope nii-san is okay' Al felt his conscience acting up. 'Maybe I shouldn't have gotten him to go with Mr. Mustang.' Deep in thought, he didn't hear Winry enter the living room. She sat down on the couch next to him; still he stared off into space, not really aware of anything.

"Don't worry about Ed, he'll be alright." Winry gave him an all too knowing smile.

"Have you seen the Colonel and nii-san? They might kill each other!" Al couldn't understand how she could be so calm.

"Just trust me, he'll be okay." She was having a hard time keeping a straight face. 'How do I tell him that he has to worry more about them having hot, wild, nasty-'

"Winry are you alright, your drooling?" Al was looking at her concernedly. She blushed slightly and quickly wiped the corners of her mouth.

"I'm great, there's nothing to worry about." Smiling brightly, she tried not to imagine what naughty things Roy and Ed might be doing right now.

Back at Roy's House

Roy had ordered Chinese take-out for dinner. He refused to give Ed any form of painkillers an till he had eaten something. Despite the blonde's colorful protests, in the end Mustang won the argument, by reason of puking, there was little Ed hated more than throwing-up. So here they were, quite the odd sight, the two fighting over containers of Chinese on the Colonels bed.

Mustang, who ate Chinese at least once a week, was an expert on the use of chopsticks. While Ed, a devote fork user, wasn't able to pick up a thing. 'Damn chopsticks, I can't get anything and that smug bastard is just watching me with that damn smirk!' This was quite true, Roy was sitting there eating and trying hard not to laugh. 'Screw This!' The little Alchemist reached for some sesame chicken, fully intending to make it finger food, only to have his hand slapped by a pair of chopsticks.

"Ouch! What was that for?" shouted the pissed blonde, as he rubbed his hand trying to lessen the sting.

"That was for trying to eat with your hands!" Mustang taking on the mother scolding child tone.

"How else am I supposed to eat?" By this point and time Ed was starving and extremely frustrated, so Roy decided to be nice. He picked up the container of sesame chicken, scooted closer to the aggravated teen. 'He wouldn't, there's no way he's gonna-' Ed opened his mouth to protest only to find food shoved into it. Nearly chocking Ed quickly chewed and swallowed, he turned to the Colonel insults flying throw his head. But then he saw something he never thought he would get the chance to see.

Colonel Roy Mustang, the mighty Flame Alchemist was smiling. Not a smirk, not a sadistic grin, but a genuine smile. It was like lighting ice, simply beautiful. The staring did not go unnoticed.

"And what exactly do you find so enchanting, Ed?" The smile was still there. 'Is this the real Mustang? The one that years of working for the military made him burry?' So many question and almost no answers.

"You're smiling" said Ed positively aw-struck.

"Oh, and am I not aloud to smile?" It was gone, replace by the normal condescending look.

"No, No, it's just you look amazing when you smile." Eyes widen as the realization of what he just said set in. The smile was back; Roy simply picked up another piece of chicken and held it up to Ed. He opened his mouth and let himself be fed, his mind too blank to think of any reason not to,

'This is wonderful. I'm content just being near him. What wait, I'm never content being near anyone, I'm not content till I'm screwing them into the bed or the wall or the desk or-, the point is this can't be a good sign,' The falter in the smile concerned Ed but he said nothing. 'Wait I think I've heard of this. Who was I talking to…oh yeah, Maes, he was talking about Gracia, about how he knew he…loved her. Does this mean I… love Ed?' At this thought Roy dropped the chopsticks, chow mien and all, on the bed right in front of it's intended target.

"What's wrong?" Grabbing a napkin Mustang started cleaning up the bed, ignoring the question. Now there were many things that pissed off Edward Elric and contrary to popular believe short cracks wasn't number one on the list, being ignored was. Gritting his teeth against the pain, Ed grasped the Colonel by the shoulders and pushed him down on the bed. He then proceeded to straddle the older man's hips, this time it was Roy who was trapped. Far too shocked to fight back, Mustang just starred blankly at the fierce golden orbs.

"I asked what was wrong, one minute your smiling, but then you just look worried, then you drop the food on your own bed. Something's wrong, so tell me what it is!" The fierceness had been replaced by a depart worry. Very carefully, Roy buried his left hand in Ed's hair and the other on the lowest part of his back and pulled him into a tight embrace. Now it was Edward's turn to be shocked.

"Don't worry Ed, I was just thinking to much that's all." The blonde didn't move an inch not sure as to what to do. 'I never noticed before but Mustang smells really good, like a match that just went out and some spices.' They stayed like that for what seemed like a short eternity. Roy let go, they moved a little apart. "Now, let's tack care of those burns." The Colonel had his smirk back, yet he still looked amazing.

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