They weren't gay. That was the first thing they'd told him, after, when their black hair (One's was short and the other's longer than his) was tousled by the rough-housing, they were panting and staring with eyes open and slightly glossy.

They weren't gay. They repeated it over and over to him as he lay there with a confident smirk on his features. The (uncomfortable cough, embarrassed mutter) meetings they had were merely political, forming good relations with one another and keeping in line the most powerful weapon that both of them had.

They weren't gay. He didn't believe it, watching the way they would affectionately paw at him when they thought he was sleeping, or the way they would glance over the morning breakfast table, a heat in their black (One coal, one ebony and he was amazed that even in the heat of passion he could still tell the difference) eyes that even they couldn't really deny.

They weren't gay. They said it in unison when he brought up the subject, something that had always amused him even though he rarely let it show. They would stand there, both furious, indignant and in such different tones they would demand he take back his insinuation against their character.

They weren't gay. They were just sleeping together.

They weren't gay. Edward smiled as he looked at Roy and Ling, tangled together on the couch, hands and fingers intertwined, bodies lax and comfortable, breathing the slow and even breath of sleep. He shook his head slightly and softly treaded to the kitchen for coffee.

They weren't gay. And they weren't doing a very good job of being convincing.


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A/n: I'm sorry! All my chaptered fics have taken mallets to my head recently, and I can't seem to make them good no matter how hard I try. (I haven't been in the mood for angst recently anyway.) So I give you pointless, meaningless, OT3 fluff as an apology.