A/N: Back again with new chapters!

Alright, this one is completely random, something that screamed at me to be written...sometime's my mind can't set priorities straight and I end up writing not requests but my own ideas... Don't worry, the next one WILL be Attack on Homunculus Part 2!

Enjoy!

Dirty Cleaning, A Masterpiece and a Maiden

Dirty Cleaning

Dusting off the corners of the wall, Greed sharply turned to look at his wife, who was busy polishing the small wooden figures they've purchased on a whim in a small shop downtown.

"Oi, get on that bed on all fours," to say they were both relieved that the figures were made of wood was a understatement. The figure fell with a dull thud on the carpeted floor at her feet and her red face greeted him almost robotically as it turned, two pairs of eyes dead set on them.

Winry and Ed had come to gladly help out the couple into cleaning up their newly finished house and what the former Homunculus said quite nearly gave both blondes shit eating grins and simultaneous heart attacks.

"W-W-what b-but Greed-!" Lena was about to voice her protest and embarrassment quite loudly until her husband cut her off with a firm pout.

"Do I have to make you to?" his grin looked feral and foreboding and any thoughts Lena had of running out the door were futile.

Shakily, a nervous wreck, she got on their bed, sending panicked looks at her friends, who only watched with their hands pressed against their mouths with barely suppressed laughter.

And then, a thought hit her, "W-wait a minute! The hell?! I'm not even prepared! This is too fast! What the hell is Greed thinking?! In front of Ed and Winry?! Is he nuts?!" she watched him move closer to her, "Wait, wait, wait, wait! I'm not mentally prepared for this or in any other way! This is sudden! Did he get tips from Lan Fan?! Did he actually get hooked on Ling's stupid BDSM fetishes?!" the bed dipped under his foot's weight and Lena shut her eyes closed tightly, "Mayday, mayday! Rampant husband on the loose, rampant husband on the loose, rampant-"

She felt a weight on her back and when she nearly broke her neck to look up at her stupid husband, she could see the dork dusting off the small webs that had gathered at the corners of the wall.

Her heart stopped, slowly turning her head to look at a stunned Winry and a very amused Edward.

"What?" Greed shot her a look, raising an eyebrow in confusion when she groaned and pulled the pillow close to her, burying her red face in it and wishing for the floor to swallow her up this instant.

She failed to see the tiny smirk on Greed's face though.

A Masterpiece

"Ha! Take it off!" Lan Fan cheered, grinning widely with a vibrant blush on her cheeks as she saw, for once, the tables turned on her lord.

Ling rolled his eyes, a hint of pink on his cheeks, "Yeah, yeah," she shot him a look, "Mistress," she smiled, excitement shining in her eyes.

Removing the robes draped over him, Ling closed his eyes, a warm blush of pure embarrassment on his face when he heard the painter's exclamation after a few minutes, "It's finished!"

Lan Fan smiled in glee when the painter moved to reveal the painting of her lord on the canvas.

He was just like he posed before her, robes spread open with arms outstretched, face tilted to the side and big bold letters written elegantly on the expanse of his toned chest.

"Property of Lan Fan Yao,"

Over the canvas, Ling peeked an eye open and he couldn't help but smirk at the look on Lan Fan's face.

A Maiden

Noticing the strange man that had seemed to be pestering his poor, flustered wife Alphonse frowned.

Now normally, the young man, a stark contrast to his brother, wasn't the violent type nor not quite the jealous type. Their devotion to each-other was as strong as his bond with his brother, he wasn't worried in the slightest bit about her.

Rather, it was the annoying males that seemed to have became drawn to her like a moth to a flame and with their wedding ring in plain sight as well.

When seeking advice from Lena, she had only commented that men become more drawn to women who are already taken, a form of magnetism she explained as 'territorial males thinking' and men having the drive to desire something more the moment it isn't available. A sense of guilty pleasure or forbidden desire.

Still, seeing Mei, with pink cheeks and flailing arms, trying to feverishly explain to the rather lascivious and advancing man that she was already married to her wonderful husband made something within sweet Alphonse snap.

He wasn't quite sure what it was and when asked, he would vehemently deny it was anything like jealousy. But he couldn't deny the sudden courage and rage that filled him as he walked up to the soon dead man.

"Excuse me," his tone was polite and soft, making the man that was pestering his wife turn to look at him with a disinterested and rude expression on his face, irked by him interrupting.

"Whatcha want brat?" the man's gruff voice died in his throat when he saw the expression of pure, unadulterated rage in Alphonse's eyes, something Edward would have been proud of.

"I don't want to be rude but this is my wife you're speaking to," Al's expression darkened, eyes hardening in a uncharacteristic fashion the same way his brother's would when thrown into a rage, "And I don't take kindly to anyone who is pestering her,"

The man was visibly affected but nonetheless, he dared to speak, "Tch, a brat like you-arghha!" the man shouted in pain, suddenly having his arms twisted behind his back painfully, his hands bent in a unnatural angle that if pressure were applied to it, it would undoubtedly snap his wrist. Thankfully, he still remembered his training from teacher. The foot cruelly pressing down on his own with impressive force that threatened to break his bones made him cringe and yelp and Al's voice was low in his voice when he spoke, "I'm sorry if this hurts...but you made my wife uncomfortable..." a warning squeeze was all the man got before being roughly shoved, nearly stumbling on the street in his fright.

Looking back at the protective gleam in the youth's eyes the man made a run for the market, disappearing within the crowd of mingling merchants and searching customers until he was well out of sight.

Alphonse sighed, mildly surprised at his open act of hostility, until a small but powerful force collided into his back, nearly sending him crashing to the ground.

"Oh my hero in shining armor!" Mei rubbed her face against his back, smaller arms wrapped tightly around his middle in glee.

Al couldn't help but to feel that small twinge of pride in his chest, a thing he normally shook his head at when his brother blatantly displayed it after making Winry happy or proud, but this time, he let himself indulge.

Settling his larger hands on the smaller ones of his wife on his stomach, Alphonse chuckled, gently rubbing her knuckles, "Hm...shining armor, hm?" he smiled.

Maybe it didn't hurt as much as he thought letting out the 'alpha male' behavior his brother so frequently displayed.

If it meant his wife looking so happy, Alphonse just may turn a bit more daring, but just a little.

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