Wow, I haven't updated for a while, have I? It's almost Christmas too! Merry Christmas to all! And if you don't celebrate Christmas, happy whatever it is you do!
Somebody said that EdxRoy doesn't work because they aren't gay. I'd like to point out the joys of afanfiction. Because that's just what it is. A fan work. Nothing more. Get over it.
Okay! Here's something for you guys!
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Roy blinked awake, squinting in the bright morning light. Glancing over to a clock, he snorted. Eight in the morning. It was early, but if he slept in any longer, it'd be too late. Rolling out of bed, Roy pulled on a pair of blue draw-string pants and padded his way into the kitchen (he was following something that smelled suspiciously like coffee and bacon).
Upon entry to the kitchen, the black-haired man grinned. Edward, in a night shirt and boxers, was frying some scrambled eggs and had two mugs of coffee already set out on the table. Stepping around the table, Roy came behind the younger man and slid his arms around a slim waist, pulling Edward into him.
Edward answered Roy, pressingagainst him, just barely. "Morning, old man. The smell of food finally get you up?" There was no trace of venom in the greeting though.
"Maybe. This is unusual for you, though. I never knew Edward Elric the great Fullmetal Alchemist could be… housewife-ish. And I am not old." Roy set his chin on Edward's shoulder and flinched when a bit of pancake batter met his nose.
"Housewife? If I remember correctly, you're the one that does the tidying up, cooking, and washing. On a regular basis." Edward set the spatula he held on the side of the pan and turned around to face Roy.
Roy attempted to look offended, but it was slightly off set by the batter on his nose. "I have to keep my house clean. Maybe I should assign some work to you." He reached up to wipe the batter away, but the blonde caught his wrist and leaned up.
Edward licked away the batter and then pressed his own lips soundly to Roy's. "Merry Christmas, old man."
"Merry Christmas, dear."
(Roy later regretted these words. His toast was burnt and his eggs got extra salt.)
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A little early for Christmas and they don't believe in Christmas do they? x.x;Oh well. R&R!