And the next one!
...I've actually just realised I really don't like the way I've written most of these. I wrote them a long time ago and something seems a bit...off...about them. I'm really sorry; they're not my best work but....still...some RoyxEd's better than no RoyxEd at all, right? :)
Hope you enjoy it anyway. And THANK YOU REVIEWERS!
Theme: Cut [Potatoes]
Rating: 15+
WARNINGS: SWEARING AND STRONG SHOUNEN-AI (not actual yaoi...I don't think.)
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OH fuck! Fuckfuckfuckettyshitfuck BOLLOCKS that hurt!! Ed squawked and dropped the offending blade to the floor, hopping around the kitchen in fury, plait bouncing and injured thumb jammed firmly between his lips.
Owwwch…!
The young alchemist screwed his golden eyes shut with another curse. This was the last time; THE LAST TIME that he would EVER peel potatoes. EVER AGAI-
"Fullmetal?" Ed jerked to a halt, whirling round to find himself face to face with his superior officer. Roy was in his off-duty clothes, which draped hap-hazardly over his frame, as though he had just bolted from his room in a hurry.
Seeing the mess, the Flame Alchemist relaxed and leaned against the doorframe, watching his young colleague with a languid smile that, even now, made Ed's legs turn to jelly.
"I thought there was some kind of wild animal rushing around in here." The reply was silky smooth, but Ed could feel his hackles rising. He and the Colonel had been living together for six months now, and he knew him well enough to guess what was coming.
"But I guess I was wrong…" Mustang's eyes sparkled. "…Looks like it was only a shrimp."
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A SO SMALL HE'D HAVE TO STAND ON TIPTOE TO SEE OVER AN AMOEBA????" Ed yanked his thumb out of his mouth to reply, then winced instantly as a bead of blood slid down onto his palm.
Agh this was ridiculous; he's lost whole limbs to alchemy before and yet, here he was, fussing like a toddler over a measly graze!
He scowled at the wound, realising all too late that he'd given Mustang a good view of it too.
And, of course, the size of it was the first thing the colonel picked up on.
"Awww but its only a little cut, right?" he smirked "So small you can barely see it…like someone else I know…"
An automail fist is a pretty formidable missile at the best of times, and even more so when it's being swung at your head by an irate, red-coated midget. Thankfully Mustang had had more than his fair share of such encounters, and managed to dodge it without grazing a single hair on his ebony head.
That, of course, only made his opponent angrier.
"Leave me alone, dammit!" came the cry, Ed jamming the offending injury back into his mouth. "Bastard Colonel!"
But Mustang only smiled down at his little lover, trying to hide the curl of amusement that threatened to turn that smile into a laugh. For all his furious words, Ed could not disguise just how damn cute he looked, with his flushed cheeks and raised tones, his words sounding thick as they tried to work their way around the thumb.
Edward's lips parted a little, however, as strong, tanned hands closed around the injured hand, easing the thumb gently free (a small miracle because, had it been anyone but Roy, such an act would have had them fusion-transmuted with something sharp and spiney by now).
"M-Mustang-!" Ed spluttered as he saw the calculating look in his superior officer's eyes. "R-Roy what're y- …Hey!"
The words died in his throat as the dark-haired colonel got to work.
The younger alchemist gasped as something warm and wet descended around his bleeding finger, foreign lips soft against his own skin. Mustang smiled, Ed feeling every curve of his mouth against his skin.
The Fullmetal alchemist remained utterly frozen for a moment. Something in the way Mustang was acting…some small similarity, took him back to when he was a little kid, with some similar (now forgotten) injury, and the way his mother used to speak that universal line that all mothers used on their children.
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"Oh, darling! Are you hurt?" She used to say, smiling her wonderful smile "Here, let me kiss it better…"
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Kiss it better…
Kiss it better…
Then Roy's lips began to move. A tongue darting in and out, as though the thumb was a lollipop, an ice cream or-….
A little groan fluttered in the back of Ed's throat, and the tongue moved just a little faster.
This was nothing like his mother had ever done, but Oh it was working. So well…
Roy's cheeks were flushed a little now, his dark lashes dipped low as he focussed on his task, seemingly oblivious to what it was doing to his flustered patient.
Or so it seemed…
So absorbed was Ed in this show, that he had unconsciously raised his injured hand closer to his face to get a better look…
…so when the Colonel suddenly moved his mouth from Ed's thumb to his lips, the younger alchemist only let out the tiniest squeak of surprise.
Fingers swept through his hair, burying themselves in the mess of gold, working their way back to send it tumbling from its braid. Lips moved over his, smiling as they felt rather than saw the blush rising high in his cheeks. Mustang was the most irritating, arrogant, bastard colonel that Ed had ever met…
But dammit, did he know how to kiss…
Buckling under Roy's clever teeth and tongue, Ed's bright, angry eyes fluttered and slid closed, the fight melting out of him. In the last few seconds before his thoughts lost all coherent direction, Ed sighed to himself and remembered exactly why they'd ended up in this state;
Potatoes. Potato peelers in particular.
Something he'd vowed never to come into contact with again.
Another sigh, bordering on a moan and those clever Colonel fingers began playing with the buttons on his shirt.
Ah well…Ed thought groggily, smiling into another long kiss
…once in a while wouldn't hurt…
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