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lykomancerFor devils_devotion:
Roy/Ed
Words: 416
WAFF without being fluffy
(Note: It's for your icon, love! ^_^)
Roy was smirking again.
His lips curled at the edges like paper sitting out on a damp day, loose and comfortable in their confidence, though pressed a bit tighter in the center-- a little more pressure, and they'd almost be puckered enough to be irresistibly kissable. The set of his jaw was relaxed; his head tipped coyly toward his right shoulder. Black bangs leaned with gravity out of his eyes-- said eyes were narrowed, sharp and attentive, but the brows whisked up, not drawn down, and one was quirked a little higher than the other.
Ed had learned long ago how to distinguish between the different species of Roy's facial expressions, noting the subtle variations between genuine humor and cynical amusement, between lighthearted teasing and cutting mockery with the same keen eye and simple finesse that was capable of deducing the chemical composition and worth of most items with a few minutes' study. After all this time, he could read Roy like his favorite well-worn alchemical texts, the patterns of words flowing across the oft-touched pages so familiar he almost didn't have to look.
Still, that was simply part of the charm of the game. He knew Roy, and Roy knew he knew, and he knew that Roy knew that he knew... on and on. And he played perfectly. They both did, which is what held them riveted to each other for all this time, all these years.
"Oh?" Ed stepped closer, understanding full well that the Colonel wouldn't move away, though still appearing to try to push him back by closing the distance between them. The rain earlier that day made the day moist and cool, and puddles still stood in the street, the buildings dark with wet; not many people were out yet to see the blond boy's sweet, lazy smile as he glanced up at his commanding officer from under half-closed lids and thick gold lashes.
The rain made Roy vulnerable.
A less observant person would have missed the slight tremor in the older man's throat when he had spoken a few minutes before, would have not seen then tenseness in his posture.
Ed was not a lesser person, and as a result his throaty teasing purr held no threatening edge whatsoever:
"What kind of candy, Colonel?" His pink tongue licked his lips like a kitten's, and he smiled broader as Roy's eyes glanced quickly at his mouth, taking another step into the older's warmth and steadiness. "Mmmm... Not sure? Need another taste?"
Fortsukiguujin:
Roy/Ed
Line(s): "You want me to do WHAT!?" Ed said, face filling with color.
"It's not that big a deal, Hagane," Roy said, smirking down at the boy.
(Yes, I modded them a bit. Bite me.)
Words: 221
CRACK!fic
Ed blushed as the Colonel pulled him closer, his blond brows pushed down in an expression of unqualified disapproval, embarrassment, and more than a little irritation. "Roy..."
That was a warning, and no one knew it better than Mustang, but that didn't stop him from nuzzling his face into the top of Ed's head, inhaling the boy's rich scent and feeling the soft strands brush his lips. Ed squirmed, but Roy held on, running his mouth down to his ear, tonguing the edge of it lightly.
The younger alchemist bucked in his arms, hissing, and Roy paused long enough to chuckle silkily before pressing his lips against that delicate shell of cartilage and skin in order to whisper his request.
Ed froze, listening in shock.
"You want me to do WHAT!?" he said, face filling with color and his voice incredulously outraged. The Colonel was kinkier than he had previously thought...
"It's not that big a deal, Hagane," Roy said, smirking down at the boy.
"Colonel..." Ed's voice was low and dangerous, and his body shook. "...I am not-- I repeat, NOT-- doing anything with you and any flavor of gelatin. And neither is Al. Not now. Not ever!"
Roy's smirk only increased in arrogant width.
"Oh?" he murmured, unfazed. "What if I told you that it was your brother's idea...?"
Foranoyo:
Roy/Ed
Line: "What are you doing to that cat, Fullmetal?"
Words: 335
Angst, dramaish
Time: Just after Ninalexander
"What are you doing to that cat, Fullmetal?"
Ed stiffened at the sound of the smug, drawling voice at his back and swung his head around to look over his shoulder at the colonel. Ah, damn. He'd been hoping to avoid dealing with anyone and just get this over with, but of course Colonel Smartass had to find him. He hunched his shoulders up. May as well explain now.
"It... It was one of Al's." He said softly, cradling the unmoving animal against his chest as turned to more directly face Roy, avoiding the other's eyes. "Sometimes... Sometimes, it's still hard for him to know how roughly he's handling them. Not having any nerves, you know? I was going to bury it." Ed ran his gloved hand over the kitten's body, stroking it tenderly as though it were still alive, then looked up, meeting Roy's gaze.
A jolting shock ran through Roy as he stared down at the young alchemist, and he realized again-- all over again-- that here before him was one who had suffered all of the pain of a full lifetime because of a single stupid, childish, arrogant gamble against God. A dead mother, a bodiless brother, missing limbs, Tucker's betrayal that raped and gutted Ed's innocence almost more than it had his little daughter's...
"Ah... I'm sorry, Fullmetal." His tone held a note of true regret, and he too reached out to touch the kitten's soft fur before lifting his hand to brush Ed's hair. "Do you want me to..."
"I don't care." Ed cut him off, knowing what he was offering and turned away, walking toward the tree he had decided would be a good resting spot for the remains. "If you'd like to help, help. If not...leave me alone."
Nodding, Roy shrugged off his blue military overcoat and dropped it on the ground. "I'll get a shovel." He didn't wait for Ed's nod of acknowledgement before leaving.
Roy couldn't help but wonder if the kitten's eyes had been gold.
Forzip_zero_nada:
Envy/Wrath
Line: "Brats like you should be in their beds right now."
Words: 718
Fuck. What did a Sin have to do to get a little peace and quiet around here, even at midnight?
Envy thought it a pity that the younger Sin had seen his expression change and had reacted so quickly to this sudden change in the winds; if he hadn't turned around just when he had, Envy would have managed to shut the little fucker up already instead of having to chase him through the house in some demented game of cat and mouse, dodging the powerful bursts of alchemy that warped the walls and twisted the floor that evened the odds enough that Wrath stayed tantalizingly, tauntingly out of range of Envy's fingertips.
The little shit cheated; that was the only reason he was able to stay ahead of his faster homunculus "brother" for as long as he had been, but Envy knew that the kid couldn't keep this up forever-- he was too young, inexperienced, and expending much too much energy to even maintain his slender margin of lead as it was for this game to last.
The floor buckled again, sharp spikes of wood ripping free and jutting upward, growing with more force and vigor than they ever had in life, and that was the last straw for the floor's infrastructure; the building shuddered, and the pine planks gave way, collapsing down to the ground level with a tremendous crash.
Envy cursed as gravity asserted its claim over his mass, pulling him down with stomach-churning force. Stupid bastardly kid! He shouldn't be screwing around if he didn't know what he was doing! He landed on his feet, graceful as a cat, staggering only a little on the architectural shrapnel before finding his balance and sharply surveying the dust- and debris-clogged hallway for his prey.
Wrath was lying on his side, partially covered by the shredded remains of an old painting and coughing hard, curled up with his arms clutching his waist. He rolled onto his knees, head down and tucked against his chest in a fetal curl of pain, and his long dark mop of hair swept a half-circle in the dust. He was cut and bleeding from a dozen scrapes and scratches. He groaned, the pain of falling unexpectedly flat onto a hard floor of wood pieces causing him to momentarily forget about Envy and his pursuit.
Your mistake, kid, Envy thought, smiling grimly as he finally caught up with the younger Sin. He thrust his long, semi-gloved fingers into Wrath's thick hair and yanked the smaller humunculus upward, feeling the scalp tear slightly as he did so. Wrath yelped in a combination of terror and pain, eyes watering as Ed's stolen hand flew up to try and stop Envy. No, I don't think so. Envy grabbed his wrist, squeezing until the small bones ground against each other, and slammed Wrath back bodily into the wall, making him shriek in pain.
"Stoppit, fuckin' bastard! I didn't do nothin'!" the younger hissed, wet eyes narrowed like an angrily spitting kitten's. He twisted in Envy's grip futilely.
"You didn't shut up when I told you to," Envy purred in a low, dangerous tone. "You insisted on annoying me. You know what happens to people who annoy me, Wrath?"
"Fuck you," the other Sin retorted sullenly, ceasing his struggles. Awww... Envy felt a spark of momentary disappointment. The squirming was amusing; he liked it when his prey gave him even more reason to punish them.
"Now, now..." still purring, smiling faintly, "...is that how you talk to your older brother? No matter. That's a lesson for later on. I don't want to challenge you by trying to teach you all of your manners at once."
Wrath shot him a glare of pure venomous hatred, and Envy could tell that he having a hard time controlling his smartass mouth.
"Brats like you should be in their beds right now, you know," the elder Sin continued after a brief pause, violet eyes lighting up. He knew how to punish the little bastard and make him continue his squirming at the same time. "But since you are so insistent on getting my attention and seem pretty...energetic, why don't we just make it my bed then?"
The look on the kid's face made the entire earlier part of the evening worth it.
*pant, pant*
devils_devotion:Roy/Ed
Words: 416
WAFF without being fluffy
(Note: It's for your icon, love! ^_^)
Roy was smirking again.
His lips curled at the edges like paper sitting out on a damp day, loose and comfortable in their confidence, though pressed a bit tighter in the center-- a little more pressure, and they'd almost be puckered enough to be irresistibly kissable. The set of his jaw was relaxed; his head tipped coyly toward his right shoulder. Black bangs leaned with gravity out of his eyes-- said eyes were narrowed, sharp and attentive, but the brows whisked up, not drawn down, and one was quirked a little higher than the other.
Ed had learned long ago how to distinguish between the different species of Roy's facial expressions, noting the subtle variations between genuine humor and cynical amusement, between lighthearted teasing and cutting mockery with the same keen eye and simple finesse that was capable of deducing the chemical composition and worth of most items with a few minutes' study. After all this time, he could read Roy like his favorite well-worn alchemical texts, the patterns of words flowing across the oft-touched pages so familiar he almost didn't have to look.
Still, that was simply part of the charm of the game. He knew Roy, and Roy knew he knew, and he knew that Roy knew that he knew... on and on. And he played perfectly. They both did, which is what held them riveted to each other for all this time, all these years.
"Oh?" Ed stepped closer, understanding full well that the Colonel wouldn't move away, though still appearing to try to push him back by closing the distance between them. The rain earlier that day made the day moist and cool, and puddles still stood in the street, the buildings dark with wet; not many people were out yet to see the blond boy's sweet, lazy smile as he glanced up at his commanding officer from under half-closed lids and thick gold lashes.
The rain made Roy vulnerable.
A less observant person would have missed the slight tremor in the older man's throat when he had spoken a few minutes before, would have not seen then tenseness in his posture.
Ed was not a lesser person, and as a result his throaty teasing purr held no threatening edge whatsoever:
"What kind of candy, Colonel?" His pink tongue licked his lips like a kitten's, and he smiled broader as Roy's eyes glanced quickly at his mouth, taking another step into the older's warmth and steadiness. "Mmmm... Not sure? Need another taste?"
For
tsukiguujin:Roy/Ed
Line(s): "You want me to do WHAT!?" Ed said, face filling with color.
"It's not that big a deal, Hagane," Roy said, smirking down at the boy.
(Yes, I modded them a bit. Bite me.)
Words: 221
CRACK!fic
Ed blushed as the Colonel pulled him closer, his blond brows pushed down in an expression of unqualified disapproval, embarrassment, and more than a little irritation. "Roy..."
That was a warning, and no one knew it better than Mustang, but that didn't stop him from nuzzling his face into the top of Ed's head, inhaling the boy's rich scent and feeling the soft strands brush his lips. Ed squirmed, but Roy held on, running his mouth down to his ear, tonguing the edge of it lightly.
The younger alchemist bucked in his arms, hissing, and Roy paused long enough to chuckle silkily before pressing his lips against that delicate shell of cartilage and skin in order to whisper his request.
Ed froze, listening in shock.
"You want me to do WHAT!?" he said, face filling with color and his voice incredulously outraged. The Colonel was kinkier than he had previously thought...
"It's not that big a deal, Hagane," Roy said, smirking down at the boy.
"Colonel..." Ed's voice was low and dangerous, and his body shook. "...I am not-- I repeat, NOT-- doing anything with you and any flavor of gelatin. And neither is Al. Not now. Not ever!"
Roy's smirk only increased in arrogant width.
"Oh?" he murmured, unfazed. "What if I told you that it was your brother's idea...?"
For
anoyo:Roy/Ed
Line: "What are you doing to that cat, Fullmetal?"
Words: 335
Angst, dramaish
Time: Just after Ninalexander
"What are you doing to that cat, Fullmetal?"
Ed stiffened at the sound of the smug, drawling voice at his back and swung his head around to look over his shoulder at the colonel. Ah, damn. He'd been hoping to avoid dealing with anyone and just get this over with, but of course Colonel Smartass had to find him. He hunched his shoulders up. May as well explain now.
"It... It was one of Al's." He said softly, cradling the unmoving animal against his chest as turned to more directly face Roy, avoiding the other's eyes. "Sometimes... Sometimes, it's still hard for him to know how roughly he's handling them. Not having any nerves, you know? I was going to bury it." Ed ran his gloved hand over the kitten's body, stroking it tenderly as though it were still alive, then looked up, meeting Roy's gaze.
A jolting shock ran through Roy as he stared down at the young alchemist, and he realized again-- all over again-- that here before him was one who had suffered all of the pain of a full lifetime because of a single stupid, childish, arrogant gamble against God. A dead mother, a bodiless brother, missing limbs, Tucker's betrayal that raped and gutted Ed's innocence almost more than it had his little daughter's...
"Ah... I'm sorry, Fullmetal." His tone held a note of true regret, and he too reached out to touch the kitten's soft fur before lifting his hand to brush Ed's hair. "Do you want me to..."
"I don't care." Ed cut him off, knowing what he was offering and turned away, walking toward the tree he had decided would be a good resting spot for the remains. "If you'd like to help, help. If not...leave me alone."
Nodding, Roy shrugged off his blue military overcoat and dropped it on the ground. "I'll get a shovel." He didn't wait for Ed's nod of acknowledgement before leaving.
Roy couldn't help but wonder if the kitten's eyes had been gold.
For
zip_zero_nada:Envy/Wrath
Line: "Brats like you should be in their beds right now."
Words: 718
Fuck. What did a Sin have to do to get a little peace and quiet around here, even at midnight?
Envy thought it a pity that the younger Sin had seen his expression change and had reacted so quickly to this sudden change in the winds; if he hadn't turned around just when he had, Envy would have managed to shut the little fucker up already instead of having to chase him through the house in some demented game of cat and mouse, dodging the powerful bursts of alchemy that warped the walls and twisted the floor that evened the odds enough that Wrath stayed tantalizingly, tauntingly out of range of Envy's fingertips.
The little shit cheated; that was the only reason he was able to stay ahead of his faster homunculus "brother" for as long as he had been, but Envy knew that the kid couldn't keep this up forever-- he was too young, inexperienced, and expending much too much energy to even maintain his slender margin of lead as it was for this game to last.
The floor buckled again, sharp spikes of wood ripping free and jutting upward, growing with more force and vigor than they ever had in life, and that was the last straw for the floor's infrastructure; the building shuddered, and the pine planks gave way, collapsing down to the ground level with a tremendous crash.
Envy cursed as gravity asserted its claim over his mass, pulling him down with stomach-churning force. Stupid bastardly kid! He shouldn't be screwing around if he didn't know what he was doing! He landed on his feet, graceful as a cat, staggering only a little on the architectural shrapnel before finding his balance and sharply surveying the dust- and debris-clogged hallway for his prey.
Wrath was lying on his side, partially covered by the shredded remains of an old painting and coughing hard, curled up with his arms clutching his waist. He rolled onto his knees, head down and tucked against his chest in a fetal curl of pain, and his long dark mop of hair swept a half-circle in the dust. He was cut and bleeding from a dozen scrapes and scratches. He groaned, the pain of falling unexpectedly flat onto a hard floor of wood pieces causing him to momentarily forget about Envy and his pursuit.
Your mistake, kid, Envy thought, smiling grimly as he finally caught up with the younger Sin. He thrust his long, semi-gloved fingers into Wrath's thick hair and yanked the smaller humunculus upward, feeling the scalp tear slightly as he did so. Wrath yelped in a combination of terror and pain, eyes watering as Ed's stolen hand flew up to try and stop Envy. No, I don't think so. Envy grabbed his wrist, squeezing until the small bones ground against each other, and slammed Wrath back bodily into the wall, making him shriek in pain.
"Stoppit, fuckin' bastard! I didn't do nothin'!" the younger hissed, wet eyes narrowed like an angrily spitting kitten's. He twisted in Envy's grip futilely.
"You didn't shut up when I told you to," Envy purred in a low, dangerous tone. "You insisted on annoying me. You know what happens to people who annoy me, Wrath?"
"Fuck you," the other Sin retorted sullenly, ceasing his struggles. Awww... Envy felt a spark of momentary disappointment. The squirming was amusing; he liked it when his prey gave him even more reason to punish them.
"Now, now..." still purring, smiling faintly, "...is that how you talk to your older brother? No matter. That's a lesson for later on. I don't want to challenge you by trying to teach you all of your manners at once."
Wrath shot him a glare of pure venomous hatred, and Envy could tell that he having a hard time controlling his smartass mouth.
"Brats like you should be in their beds right now, you know," the elder Sin continued after a brief pause, violet eyes lighting up. He knew how to punish the little bastard and make him continue his squirming at the same time. "But since you are so insistent on getting my attention and seem pretty...energetic, why don't we just make it my bed then?"
The look on the kid's face made the entire earlier part of the evening worth it.
*pant, pant*
