Pants
Disclaimer: I do not own FMA, Ed, Roy, Havoc or any of this stuff...except the plot. That is sooooo mine. GET OVER IT!
Havoc was bored. To make up for lack of work, he started an office poll. Completely harmless, or so he thought. Dundundun! The question was simple: boxers or briefs.
Ed was giving his 70-page report on what the military said had happened at Lior when, out of nowhere, or more likely, the supply closet, Havoc burst in.
"Hey Fullmetal, Colonel," he panted, "Boxers or briefs?"
The two alchemists stood stunned.
"What exactly did you just say?" Roy asked slowly.
"Boxers or briefs?" Havoc said equally slowly.
"How is that any of your business!" Ed yelled…
Just as Roy responded, "Neither," with a sly grin.
"Just curious, Shorty," he said, rushing out the door in fear of Edward at his very worst.
Ed twitched, "What did he call me?" he asked through clenched teeth.
"Nothing, Fullmetal. Out of curiosity, which is it?" Roy responded quickly.
"Um…well…briefs," he stammered.
"Aww!" Mustang cooed, "Chibi-Eddie-kins wears whitey-tighties!"
Ed grinned, "You can't wear boxers with these pants." He pointed out "I know you love the pants."
Roy growled playfully and pulled Edward in for a kiss. In a breath, he said, "The pants…make you…sexier…" just before he slammed his lips back up against Edward's own.
Havoc, standing outside the door, grinned.
"Hey, guys," he called, "Edward's not mad, he's—" he paused to stuff his ear against the door, "judging by the sounds coming from Roy's office, he's enjoying himself immensely. Oh, and, by the way, I don't think Roy'll be mad about us, Riza. Let's go find a nice linen closet or something."
A/N: Well, now that you've read, you might as well review, don't you think. Pretty pleasey for the psycho voices in your own head who are telling you to do it or else...