Disarm
Okay, I was obviously in a very odd mood when wrote this last night. All I can say about this is... You’ve been warned XD
Anime: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Ed, Roy/Riza
Rating: R
~400 words
Warnings: Some language and sexual references/innuendo
"There’s no joke, Edward. I’m just feeling rather… nice today."
Disarm
“Is that all then, Fullmetal?” Mustang asked, shifting in his seat. The boy glared back at him from across the desk, mumbling something along the lines of, “…arrogantknowitallbastard.” Looking both amused and strangely agitated, Roy opened his mouth to say something undoubtedly condescending, but instead suddenly jerked forward in his seat, breathing down onto the polished surface of his desk.
“Heh… What’s with you?” Ed said, looking thoroughly uninterested. Then smirking, he added, “Arthritis problems, Colonel?”
“No,” Roy replied tersely, moving slowly to sit back up, “Just a leg cramp.”
“Well, maybe if you got off your ass once in a while, you wouldn’t have that problem, Colonel,“ Ed replied, rolling his eyes.
Not bothering to take Ed’s bait, Roy sighed tiredly and said, “Where were we? Oh, yes…was that was all you had to report, Fullmetal?”
Ed rolled his eyes and released and exasperated sigh, saying, “Yes, alright?! Can I go now?”
Roy sighed again and said, waving him away, “Yes, for now. But, you’ll need to report in tomorrow to discuss your upcoming mission.’
Having already made his way to the door, Ed said, “Yeah, yeah…Tomorrow, right,” on his way out.
Letting loose a relieved sigh as the door slammed behind his moody protégé, Mustang leaned back in his desk chair to stretch out. Then, as he bent forward to reach beneath the desk, the door abruptly swung open again and Ed came storming back in, saying, “Alright, what’s with you? What’s the joke?!” For a moment, Roy looked taken aback by the outburst, which only seemed to spurn Ed on, “Come on, where’s the battle of the wits? Where’s the irritating interrogation? Where’s all your stupid extra paperwork?!”
Smirking slightly, Roy said, “There’s no joke, Edward. I’m just feeling rather… nice today.” When Ed snorted disbelievingly in response, Roy continued, saying, “Just go, Fullmetal, or I WILL give you paperwork.”
Ed’s eyes narrowed briefly in suspicion before he finally resigned, shaking his head incredulously to say, “…Fine, whatever, weirdo,” as he turned to walk back out of the office.
When the door had swung closed once more, Roy leaned back into his cushioned seat and said, “If I could shoot a gun in battle half as well as Ed shot off that mouth of his, I’d be quite the marksman…”
“And still you’d be no match for me,” Hawkeye replied, moving from beneath Roy’s desk to stand. Licking her lips clean and smirking a bit at Roy’s attention to her mouth, she said, “Don't worry, though, Roy. From my vantage point, you seemed quite capable of discharging your weapon in the heat of battle.”
Anime: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Ed, Roy/Riza
Rating: R
~400 words
Warnings: Some language and sexual references/innuendo
"There’s no joke, Edward. I’m just feeling rather… nice today."
Disarm
“Is that all then, Fullmetal?” Mustang asked, shifting in his seat. The boy glared back at him from across the desk, mumbling something along the lines of, “…arrogantknowitallbastard.” Looking both amused and strangely agitated, Roy opened his mouth to say something undoubtedly condescending, but instead suddenly jerked forward in his seat, breathing down onto the polished surface of his desk.
“Heh… What’s with you?” Ed said, looking thoroughly uninterested. Then smirking, he added, “Arthritis problems, Colonel?”
“No,” Roy replied tersely, moving slowly to sit back up, “Just a leg cramp.”
“Well, maybe if you got off your ass once in a while, you wouldn’t have that problem, Colonel,“ Ed replied, rolling his eyes.
Not bothering to take Ed’s bait, Roy sighed tiredly and said, “Where were we? Oh, yes…was that was all you had to report, Fullmetal?”
Ed rolled his eyes and released and exasperated sigh, saying, “Yes, alright?! Can I go now?”
Roy sighed again and said, waving him away, “Yes, for now. But, you’ll need to report in tomorrow to discuss your upcoming mission.’
Having already made his way to the door, Ed said, “Yeah, yeah…Tomorrow, right,” on his way out.
Letting loose a relieved sigh as the door slammed behind his moody protégé, Mustang leaned back in his desk chair to stretch out. Then, as he bent forward to reach beneath the desk, the door abruptly swung open again and Ed came storming back in, saying, “Alright, what’s with you? What’s the joke?!” For a moment, Roy looked taken aback by the outburst, which only seemed to spurn Ed on, “Come on, where’s the battle of the wits? Where’s the irritating interrogation? Where’s all your stupid extra paperwork?!”
Smirking slightly, Roy said, “There’s no joke, Edward. I’m just feeling rather… nice today.” When Ed snorted disbelievingly in response, Roy continued, saying, “Just go, Fullmetal, or I WILL give you paperwork.”
Ed’s eyes narrowed briefly in suspicion before he finally resigned, shaking his head incredulously to say, “…Fine, whatever, weirdo,” as he turned to walk back out of the office.
When the door had swung closed once more, Roy leaned back into his cushioned seat and said, “If I could shoot a gun in battle half as well as Ed shot off that mouth of his, I’d be quite the marksman…”
“And still you’d be no match for me,” Hawkeye replied, moving from beneath Roy’s desk to stand. Licking her lips clean and smirking a bit at Roy’s attention to her mouth, she said, “Don't worry, though, Roy. From my vantage point, you seemed quite capable of discharging your weapon in the heat of battle.”