I just realized that I haven't been doing disclaimers, but you all didn't think it belonged to me now did you? Anyway, Fullmetal does not belong to me, although I wish it did
Finally able to look at Fullmetal and keep his wits about him, Mustang found an amused smirk forming across his lips. Edward noted the familiar mocking expression and inwardly groaned, this was going to be a very long day.
"I must say that this outfit fits you rather well." the colonel leaned back in his chair, his eyes not too subtly tracing down the teen's figure, he smirked again as Edward tried to hide his blush of embarrassment. Then, to make sure Edward didn't think he'd gone soft he added. "It must be your diminutive height that makes it believable." He waited for the explosion that was destined to come, waited to see the shine of righteous anger in the teen's eyes as Edward began one of his infamous rants.
Mustang truly enjoyed it when Fullmetal was angry, that was the only time he felt he had any real connection to the teen. It was odd, but sometimes it seemed like the only emotion Edward would spare for him was anger. It bothered the colonel somewhat, but he'd take what he could get from the charismatic young man and milk that for all it was worth. Besides, Edward was so hilarious when he was trying to be intimidating.
While Mustang had been waiting for the rant to begin, Edward had been standing before the desk hands shaking with restrained anger. 'You will not argue, you will not yell, you will be perfectly respectful to everyone you meet' She had gripped his hair at that point, tilting his head back and glaring menacingly into his eyes, 'Do I make myself clear?' His teacher's orders echoed through his mind and stayed his body even as he really really wanted to jump over the desk and wring his commander's goddamned neck. Much as he hated any reference to the "S" word, he feared his teachers wrath more.
Roy tilted his head at Edward as he realized that he was going to be disappointed, but he couldn't resist reattempting to get a response, "You're lucky you can actually pull it off. Don't you agree that someone of a regular height would look much odder if they dressed like that."
"Yes sir." Edward managed to say, without his voice sounding too strained. 'Oh when these three days are over…' He didn't finish the thought, instead tilting his head forward to let his bangs fall into his eyes and hide his angry expression.
Disappointed that his barbs hadn't gained him anything more than a rather tensed up Alchemist who would no longer meet his eyes, Roy merely turned his thoughts to other things, mainly the stack of papers on his desk. He looked at them, then at Edward and a grin appeared on his face as a plan started forming in the back of his mind. A clever scheme that would hopefully get him out of doing the mountain that had been accumulating over the past week. And, even better, he'd have all morning to get a reaction out of Edward.
"Would you like to go get something to eat?" He asked, smiling innocently at Fullmetal though the teen could still see his trademark smirk shining through.
'Damnit!' Edward though furiously at himself, 'if only I was allowed to refuse.' but apparently Izumi had somehow planned for any turn of events and her direct orders forbade a refusal. "Sure." Edward said, come to think of it, he was rather hungry. After all he'd skipped breakfast to get here early.
"Excellent!" Roy stood up, gathering his jacket from the back of the chair. He set his pen down on top of the stack of papers, assuring himself that some would be done by the time he got back (because Hawkeye needed them for something and forged his signature). He headed towards the office door with Fullmetal in tow, opening it and coming face to face with the barrel of his first lieutenant's gun.
"Sir?" she queried, raising a graceful eyebrow and looking at him with disapproval.
"Just taking this young lady out to breakfast." Mustang explained himself, swinging an arm around the younger teen and drawing Fullmetal up between him and the gun bearing woman. Edward didn't protest, even when Roy's hand strayed to his hip. Roy brushed the edge of his skirt and his fingertips nearly touched his bare stomach.
Hawkeye glared, but her gun wavered and lowered as she saw the pleading expression in Edward's eyes for her to just let it go, "very well, but you will finish your paperwork when you get back." She sounded very commanding, when she got to be of a higher rank she'd to excellent.
"Of course," Roy assured her hastily, leading Edward out of the room and down the hallway, towards freedom.
Havoc watched sadly as his commanding officer dragged of the girl. 'Oh the unfairness of it all!' by the end of the day that poor girl would be nursing a brutally broken heart while Roy went off in search of another young victim. The military officer bit into the filter of his cigarette, he had to do something to prevent that from happening!
Breakfast was torturous. For Edward anyway, Mustang seemed to enjoy the chance to say all the height innuendos he could think of. Seriously, who orders 'shrimp' with an omelet with an overly exaggeratedly 'small' side of hash browns. And all the while he was watching his subordinate with that damned smirk playing across his damned lips.
Fullmetal grinned and bore it as best he could, only bending three or four forks as his auto mail fingers gripped them too tightly as he fought to keep his temper back. Izumi would have been proud if she was there to see it. Same with Al, he was always telling Edward to control himself.
The one redeeming quality of the alleged 'date' was that the colonel was paying. So Edward could order anything he liked: Eggs, bacon, toast, sausage, cereal (With orange juice instead of milk), oatmeal, crepes, and pancakes stacked above his head steeped in syrup and strawberry sauce. And Fullmetal ordered it all with a nice glass of grapefruit juice to wash it down.
After the first few minutes of getting their meal Mustang stopped trying to jibe the young teen and stared in horrified fascination as the entire meal disappeared into his subordinate's mouth. 'He's going to explode.' He thought with certainty as bite by bite Edward shoveled the food into his mouth, inhaling instead of chewing. With each forkful a little more of the table's surface was cleared and more food vanished into the black hole of Edward's stomach.
"How can you eat so much?" Roy asked, forgetting his manners for a second.
"I'm still growing," Edward said defensively, "I need all the nourishment I can get." Though it never really helped, he was still short (and only he could say that about himself!).
"But…how can you eat that?" Roy waved to the remaining food on the table; he'd never been at all fond of breakfast foods. He started looking slightly ill as Edward dipped a bite of pancake into the sausage grease.
The younger alchemist of course noticed and held out the fork, "Oh sorry," he grinned innocently with just a tiny glint of devilishness in his golden eyes, "did you want some."
Just at that moment the waitress had been coming to refill Mustang's cup of coffee, as she saw Edward's offer she gave an exclamation of, "OH, how sweet!" and promptly backed up to where she could have a good view but not be noticed by either of the couple.
The colonel noted her exclamation with dread, looking into the young teen's eyes and knowing he had planned it that way. His reputation would be seriously dented if he refused; after all, this restaurant was one he brought many girls to.
Giving Edward a glare that said he would pay dearly for this Mustang leaned forward across the table, trying to make Fullmetal uncomfortable with his closeness. Unfortunately Edward just smiled sweetly and pressed the fork to his lips, the smell of the grease and sweet syrup hit Roy's nose. He opened his mouth.
Fullmetal poked the fork in, surprisingly not using it as a weapon as he deposited the food into his commanding officer's mouth. The young alchemist watched with avid interest as Mustang chewed slowly, swirling the taste around in his mouth before swallowing.
The colonel looked surprised as he said, "It's not that bad." He realized that he was still across the table, his face inches from Edward's. He could still feel the waitress' eyes on him and so he did what came naturally to him in situations like that. Or what would be natural if Edward was in fact what he pretended to be.
'Do not kill the bastard! Not kill! Bastard! ?Fucksto-pthatI'mgonnapuke!Getyourfuckinglipsoffofme! Bastard Colonel!' were Edward's thoughts as Mustang's lips captured his. It took all of his will not to transmute his arm and impale the older man right then and there. He was trembling with anger and his eyes practically glowed with hate as Roy 'finally' pulled away. But somehow, the waitress figured that look was of passion and smiled at the sweet couple.
Roy sat back, if anything was going to get a reaction, that was. His own lips were tingling from touching Edwards, a sensation that he normally only associated with certain girls he dated. The rest of his body was pleasantly warm, like lounging in the sun on a warm day.
He was blinked back into reality as he stared into Edward's angry golden eyes. He forced himself to smirk, "Are all your teacher's punishments this entertaining."
Edward nodded, still fixing a hateful glare at his commander, "When they need to be."
Roy grinned, "Really? How long are you going to be like this?" He asked, eyes once again scanning Edward's body though the table hid most of the stuff he wanted to see.
Edward shifted uncomfortably, "three days." He said, turning back to his meal. The next few minutes he ate in silence, trying not to be bothered by the fact that his commanding officer was staring at him. It was nearly gone anyway and within short order he had the entirety of it finished it off. Then he looked up at Mustang and licked his fork clean with short flicks of his tongue. His expression seemed to say 'now what?'
"What's wrong with you?" Fuery asked as he entered the office to find an ultra depressed Havoc chain smoking at his desk.
"the colonel has a new girl." His co-worker informed him, then he seemed to perk up, "I'm gonna break them up."
Hope you enjoyed, sorry this one doesn't have all that much stuff happen in it. In the next chapter Havoc begins a campagn to steal Mustang's new girl while Izumi and Roy finally get introduced by a respectfully meek Edward
