Okay. This is for Wrath. A continuation of the first. Hope you like it Wrath.
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The butterfly long forgotten, his glare hardened on the proudly held feline. Kitten? Had he just referred to /him/ as a kitten! If anything he was not a kitten. Edward rolled onto his feet, arching his back and watching the older cat. With powerful feline legs, he propelled himself at his darker companion. In a blur of black and gold the two tumbled to the grass, rolling over and over across the field, each trying to come out on top.
In the end, after much struggling, Roy Mustang emerged on top, pinning Edward down triumphantly. He lowered his head, nipping Edward's ear and lowering his head further. Edward protested with a series of growls which were ignored. "I win," Roy stated, licking the stunned other's cheek.