dragonimp

My birthday present to myself is finishing up and posting this batch of drabbles (because I spent my actual birthday working on a goddam essay :P). Only five more themes to go!

Author:

dragonimp
Rating: Individually rated, G-PG-13
Genre: Fluff, varying degrees of angst
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Warnings: Some swearing, mentions of sex.

7) State Alchemist

"It's your fault I'm even here."

"The decision was yours; I never forced your hand."

"You gave me the idea—and the means."

"I smoothed your way, yes, but I find it hard to believe you wouldn't have had the idea on your own."

"You're still a manipulative fucking bastard who's always getting me to do your dirty work—and keeping things from me."

"That's how the military works. If you don't like it, you shouldn't have taken the state alchemy exam. Is there a point to this?"

"Yeah." Ed suddenly kissed him, rough and demanding. "I want equivalent exchange."

34) Scratching with Nails

Ed has found that Roy likes the feel of fingernails, whether it's scratching along his back or through his hair, or lightly digging into sensitive skin. Ed can make him moan in pleasure or sigh in contentment, and he always arches into the touch, and more than once Ed has accused him of being more cat than military dog. But it always reminds Ed that he only has one hand to offer, and the other is a facsimile, a poor imitation. Despite his lover's reassurances that he doesn't mind the automail, even likes it, he can't help but feel inadequate.

42) Violate/Infiltrate

He didn't know how he had let this happen, when he had let his guard down—he never let his guard down, never, and yet somehow this boy had managed to worm his way through cracks Roy hadn't even known were there, to get under not only his mask but his very skin, settling in and filling up the empty spaces so well they might have been made for him—and it was the cruelest thing he could have done, because once he was gone—and he would be gone, someday, Roy could feel it—the structure would simply collapse.

41) Don't Touch Me

"You've gotten the wrong idea—"

"So now I'm too stupid to understand?"

"Stop seeing insults in everything!"

"Then stop insulting me!"

"I'm not—" Roy stopped. "Ed. Nothing happened, nothing was going to happen. Do . . . do you really think I would do that to you?"

Edward opened his mouth, then closed it, turning his back and folding his arms.

"Edward—" Roy stepped forward and put his hands on his lover's shoulders, but Ed shrugged them off.

"Don't touch me. You can't expect to just hold me and make everything better."

"That . . . wasn't my intent."

"Just . . . leave me alone right now, okay?"

45) Welcome Home

"He acts like he doesn't care," she'd told him, "but you'll see."

She was one of the people who knew Ed best, and Roy wasn't inclined to ignore her. So he made a point of it, especially if Ed had been away for a while. The young man would roll his eyes at times, or grumble, or call him sentimental. But Roy hadn't missed the way his face would brighten, or relax just a little after a rough day, or the little smile he sometimes couldn't quite hide. It was amazing how much impact two words could have.

"Welcome home."

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