23. Cat
Rating: 15+
Haha, I wrote these, what, over a year ago? It's so weird reading them again!
(Owch this topic is SO overdone…but it's on the list so I have to do it…*adopts long-suffering expression and gets to work*
Hopefully this one will be a little…different…from the rest!)
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If Ed had believed in fate, he would be thanking Her on his knees by now.
…except that would involve disentangling himself from a certain dark-haired colonel, something that no being, supernatural or otherwise, could ever persuade him to do.
Blind to work, blind to schedule, blind to their (frankly disturbed) colleagues in the adjoining offices, the two of them were lost in a heavy kissing session, something that had started with a simple 'hello' peck on the cheek and descended into something far more…energetic.
Office chairs slid back and toppled in their wake, Roy's muscled body staggering and ungainly with his tiny lover cradled close against him. Red-coated arms snaked around his neck, blonde hair loose and billowing like a banner. Broad, tanned hands ran up and down a narrow back, clasping the nape of that supple neck and guiding its lips towards him, again, and again, and again.
They barely felt the sofa coming up to meet them, grateful for its softness for barely a moment, so absorbed were they in each other.
Only when Roy's kisses started to trail a little lower, did Ed finally remember their position.
"M-M-Mustaaang…." He murmured, gritting his teeth as warm breath huffed against his collarbone, setting his skin alive with shivers. "Musta-…oh…oh God…Roy….!"
Hot lips smiled acknowledgment against his quivering throat, but the flame alchemist barely hesitated before chuckling and continuing his…ministrations.
Ed let out another muffled moan.
Oh, he felt so good! So soft and warm and welcoming, the ebony hair like fur beneath his hands, the murmurs of approval rumbling like a purr in the back of his throat…
It was too much. The little alchemist gave a breathless moan, his head lolling back and his hands flying up, burying themselves in the Colonel' s thick dark tresses and-
WHAM!
The world stopped. The two of them jerking apart, half-blinded, as a sizzling flash of light erupted from beneath Ed's clenching fingers.
Of course, jerking apart when you are lying on an (exceptionally narrow) sofa, is not a smart idea at the best of times, and Ed was about to find out why.
Stunned and dizzied, the little alchemist swayed and scrabbled, then teetered sideways, landing in a heap on the floor.
Training instincts kicked in then, forcing him off the floor and into a crouch, but his incredible brain was a still a beat or two behind, filled with fragments of thought that just refused to string themselves into an answer.
… a flash?
A blue flash.
Ed's fingers froze.
Uh oh.
"Alchemy!" he squeaked, forgetting the situation completely and dragging the spluttering colonel back up against him, staring into his face without bothering for an explanation.
If that flash had been a transmutation reaction, then what….?
"Ed?" Mustang blinked dazedly, trying to register exactly why he had coloured spots blossoming before his eyes and why his little blonde was raking his fingers through his hair, as though searching desperately for something.
"what'dIdo?" The blonde was murmuring, so fast that the words blurred into one "what'dIdowhat'dIdowhat'dIdo-….oh."
Dimly, Mustang realised that those exploring hands had stopped somewhere at the top of his head, the fingers twiddling with a part of his hair that felt…kind of….strange…more like flesh than his usual dark locks. Worry flickered in the colonel's mind, an emotion only heightened by the fact that Ed was staring at whatever his fingers had alighted on with all the calmness and control of a stunned hedgehog looking up at an advancing bus.
"Oh." Ed said again. "Oh…god." But the apprehension was changing to surprise, the surprise to amusement… and then to all out screaming laughter.
"What the-" Mustang begun, but it was too late. Hysteria had set in completely and his lover was lost to sane conversation, his eyes scrunched shut with uncontrollable mirth.
"You…..you….HAHA!" Ed threw back his head and collapsed back onto the office sofa, one hand beating the cushions helplessly. "You…you're a…-"
"What? I what?" he demanded, but Ed was already reaching inside his pocket. Quickly, he pulled out a coin and transmuted it into a small, round mirror, still too breathless to form the words himself.
"T-take a look." He guffawed, shoving the mirror unsteadily into his partner's hands.
Roy looked.
A pair of cat ears looked back at him.
…and twitched.
"What. The. HELL?!"
Mustang spluttered, unable to believe it. Surely it was some kind of joke? A mirror illusion?
Frantic hands leapt up from his sides, raking blindly across his scalp. Yes, yes they most definitely were there. As fuzzy, furry and alive as they had looked in the mirror.
"Fullmetal…." He growled, deep and dangerous
"Yes Colonel?" came the innocent reply, only the smug glint in those golden eyes gave the game away.
"What the hell did you doto me?!"
"Alchemy!" Ed snorted "Simple alchemy! Must've done it subconsciously, what with you having put me in such a…ah…fragile state of mind and all…"
The colonel flushed at the implication in those cunning little eyes, and realised with horror that the ears had gone flat against his head. What, so they were reacting to his emotions now?!
"I don't care how you did it!" He spluttered "Just undo it! Get them OFF me!"
"Aww, but you look so cute, 'neko-san'!" Ed was beside himself with giggles now, clutching his heaving sides as he rolled left and right, laughter creasing his small face.
Mustang went redder than his lover's coat.
"Why you little-" the taller man growled, but even the dreaded height reference would not dampen Ed's mood. Seconds passed between them, the smaller one rolling heedless around the floor whilst the other looked on in a mix of horror and surprise, face filled with a steadily darkening flush.
Tension shivered between them…pulled taut….and snapped.
"FINE! If you can't fix it then I'll just have to do it myself!" Heels turned, blue military cape blurring furiously out of sight, shut off by the slam of a door and the sound of quickly receding footsteps.
…But Ed just kept on laughing.
Seconds passed in silence (save for a few muffled giggles), then the handle turned again, welcoming a second familiar face into the room.
"Was that wise, Fullmetal?" Hawkeye asked blandly, pushing open the door with a long-suffering look on her face and a pile of papers under one arm. "You know he can't do paperwork when he's sulking."
One glance told Ed that she'd heard the whole thing.
The thought made him grin all the wider.
"Hell yeah!" Ed chuckled, wiping tears from his eyes "Just wait 'til he finds out he's got a tail too!"
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