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Now that school is getting a little less crazy, I'm theoretically trying to get writing again. I'm working on a plotty thing, but it'll probably be a bit before I get the next part posted. In the meantime, it's a quiet evening and I kind of just want to plunk out a one shot, so I figured I'd bug you lovely people for prompts. I will be the first to
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My cold medicined brain spit that out right away, so if it helps, feel free to run with it!
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Roy wasn’t entirely certain how he’d convinced himself that his interactions with Ed could ever be “just” anything. Yet, it was an illusion he continued to assault himself with. Ed was just his subordinate until Roy found himself chasing the Elric brothers all the way to Risembul, putting his career on the line at the word of a reckless man. They were just friends after that until one too many drinks and he’d let Ed kiss him. The world had come down around his ears and his pants had come down around his ankles, and there went any pretense that they were strictly platonic.
The last was possibly the most ridiculous. It was “just” sex, and yet Ed had become something like a permanent fixture. Roy couldn’t remember how long his clothes had been shoved in Roy’s dresser drawers for, but he’d had books there for months and months, and his shoes by front door, and a key of all things. Roy still reeled a little at that from time to time, but he’d given Ed the damn thing, and every ( ... )
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There was power in doing this, in being allowed to do this, and Roy took full advantage. Ed let out a muffled curse as Roy’s fingers traced over his stomach, the divots of his hips, memorizing every inch of him and offering no satisfaction in return. Roy watched him tug almost frantically at the sheets, wriggling under Roy’s nails as they skittered down his thighs, but for all his complaints, he neither pulled away or tried to take over. Roy liked Ed like this, as mesmerized as he was tormented.
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