After remembering that I had to start on my RoyxEd challenge for 50-themes, I saw the theme 'Boundless Energy' and instantly started to write. Half an hour later, I bring you this.

And yes, I do have an obsession with writing Ed totally sugar-addicted.

Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff, humor.
Disclaimer: No. Just, no.


Incapability; by Corrupted-Phoenix

If there was one thing that Edward Elric was not capable of, it was remaining still.

Whenever he'd sit down anywhere, he would be constantly fidgeting and squirming about as if no matter what position he sat in was utterly painful. And whenever he was on the couch it was even worse. Roy had found him literally sitting upside down on it with his nose stuck in a book more than once, and even then his toes were curling and uncurling subconsciously.

There was never a time Roy had seen Ed standing still, either. Whenever the blonde had to stand in lines, he was always shifting his weight from one leg to another, tapping his foot against the ground impatiently or just switching around his footing.

And if he was raiding the kitchen of whatever junk food Roy had picked up from the store earlier, he'd be running around the whole room until he finally found something. (Roy actually suspected that Ed often found what he was looking for long before then and was just running around for the sake of running around. Surely to God he didn't buy the man that much sugar, did he?)

Then it would go right back to the subject of the blonde fidgeting constantly while sitting. Roy still couldn't figure out how Ed didn't choke on whatever he was eating while sitting upside down like that.

And Dear-Lord-Almighty that man was a pain to share a bed with. Not only would he constantly steal the blankets away from Roy, but those blankets usually ended up so tightly tangled around Ed's lithe body that Roy would go with only part of the thinnest sheet on their bed to keep warm for the rest of the night. And it didn't end there, oh dear me, no.

There was never a night where Ed didn't either sharply jab Roy in the ribs with an automail arm, bruise his legs with an automail foot (Why was it always just the automail limbs, damn it!) or shove him off the bed completely in the middle of night which left a grumbling and defeated Roy Mustang to sleep on the carpeted floor.

How could someone that goddamned small be so goddamned energetic? Did he have dreams about running around looking for the sugar-glazed donuts Roy hid on him?

…Somehow Roy didn't doubt that.

And what only annoyed him further was when Ed woke up in the morning only to ask Roy what the hell he was doing on the floor like a dog. Usually the only answer he got was an angry glare – in which he would give a cheeky, slightly apologetic grin in response.

Damn that man for being so dreadfully cute and annoying.

It seemed obvious that Ed was incapable of being drained of energy at whatever time or circumstance with all these observations. Truthfully, Roy would often find having such an energetic lover was a downright pain in the ass, but there was no way in hell he would ever tell Ed of this. (He was not that old, thankyouverymuch.)

But on a brighter note, Roy could also admit that he also enjoyed the boundless energy of his lover just as much as it annoyed him.

At least it made him a lot more fun in bed.

Well. When he was awake, anyways.