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Disclaimer: If I owned FMA, things like the below-mentioned would be happening all the time. Since these things aren't happening, it's safe to assume I don't own FMA.
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"What? What are you looking at?" Edward Elric asked, annoyed, as the Colonel stared at him oddly, as if he had somehow gotten shorter.
The Colonel shrugged nonchalantly, rolling his shoulders. "Nothing, Fullmetal. I'm just wondering why you haven't gone spastic on me yet. You've obediently given me your report on your latest mission and for once, you haven't needed to compensate for anything. I'm just surprised that I don't need to lecture you on your shortcomings, though I know you've had to cause trouble. You can't resist even a little bit of mayhem wherever you go."
Predictably, Ed started to rage at all the insults aimed at his height, or lack thereof. "WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO MINISCULE AN ALCHEMIST THAT HE WOULDN'T BE NOTICED HACKING AT A LADYBUG'S ANKLE? WHO ARE CALLING AN ANNOYING LITTLE DOT THAT HURTS YOUR EYES TO TRY TO FOCUS ON? WHO ARE YOU CALLING THE SMALLEST THING IN ALL OF EXISTENCE? AND THAT YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I'M YELLING AT YOU, BECAUSE IF I WAS THAT SMALL, YOU WOULDN'T KNOW I'D BE IN THIS ROOM WITH YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE!"
Roy Mustang sighed and chose not to clasp gloved hands over his ears. Not only would that disrupt his untouchable image, but he didn't want Ed to get the idea that he had any power over him. So, instead of responding to Ed's screeching in a way that would make Ed feel superior and himself childish, the Flame moved deliberately to take control of the situation in his own hands. Literally.
He confidently peeled his gloves away from his hands, aiming for the heat of skin-to-skin contact as he brushed his fingers across Ed's cheek. Fingers swept around the blonde's entire face, but for all the good it did, Ed didn't react. A certain prodigy was too caught up in his rants to notice how his superior officer was touching him, hands moving from his face to chest.
"AND…and…and, Mustang?" Ed asked, voice faltering. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" The blonde shook as Roy probed him, an involuntary moan slipping past his lips as nimble fingers pressed against all his sensitive spots.
Roy was silent for a couple minutes, focused and concentrated on his work. His hands continued sliding about the front of Ed's body, sometimes light enough to be ticklish, and sometimes pushing harder along the contours of the blonde's hidden-by-clothing chest.
Again, Ed started screaming at the man in front of him, who had taken to kneeling on the floor so as to have an easier time doing…whatever he was so busy doing. "DON'T THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH MANHANDLING ME LIKE THIS, b*****d COLONEL! AND I AM NOT SO TINY THAT NORMAL PEOPLE WOULDN'T NOTICE IF YOU'D TAKEN TO MANHANDLING ME BECAUSE I'M JUST SO SMALL AND THE PERFECT SIZE FOR YOU TO PUT YOUR HANDS ALL OVER AND STILL BE INCONSPICUOUS BECAUSE NOBODY WOULD SEE ME NEXT TO YOU BECAUSE I'M JUST SO DAMN SMALL SO AS TO NOT BE SEEN AND --" He stopped abruptly, a slight groan hitched in the back of his throat.
"I think the word you're looking for is molesting, not manhandling, Fullmetal. Edward," Roy corrected, winking mischievously as he quietly savored his triumph -- Ed's silence. The younger alchemist's breath was still lodged deep in his throat, stuck there indefinitely, or at least until the older's hand stopped cupping the front of his pants. "And to answer your question, Ed," Roy spoke softly, slowly, "I was trying to find an 'off button.' And it seems I've found it." The Flame started rubbing his hand in gentle circles in the general area where it rested, rendering a continued speechless blond teenager.
Said blond teenager had an internal struggle, trying to find his voice. When he was capable of speech, he launched into the expected tirade, though it lacked the usual ear-splitting volume. "Just…quit trying, Mustang. You can't turn me off!" Ed commanded, his voice growing with anger the longer he spoke, though still not reaching the loudness it was infamous for throughout Central Headquarters.
Roy looked bemused, peering at Ed from his position on the floor. "Then you're saying I can turn you on?" he clarified, quirking an eyebrow.
A disgruntled huff and an automail fist waving threateningly in his face answered Mustang's question. But despite the protesting attitude, the arousal forming against Roy's moving fingers was answer -- and reward -- enough.
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