He could see it in those golden eyes that glinted fiercely at him. The younger man hated this "stupid song and dance" required of him. That was probably why Roy had so much fun dragging this part out.

"You have something for me, Fullmetal?" He smiled and rested his chin on his hands as he watched Ed struggle to keep his lip from curling.

If looks could kill. "Yes, sir." Havoc snickered beside the door to Colonel Mustang's office, the giant suit of armor which was Alphonse Elric shifting uncomfortably next to him. Roy's eyes slid back to Ed as the blond stomped up to him, and non-too-gently deposited a medium sized file onto his desk.

Grabbing the file, and taking meticulous time to straighten the papers within-just for the purpose of having Ed's eyebrow twitch in irritation-Roy lazily glanced through the words.

"There weren't any problems, I hope?"

"No." Roy looked above the file at Ed with a raised brow. "Sir," Ed bit out. Don't push it, you bastard.

"Good." Ed turned to leave, but Roy wasn't done. "Fullmetal." He stopped short and Roy saw his fists clench and unclench. "I'll need to see you this evening to go over this report."

Something in the young alchemist's stance relaxed, but the biting sarcasm was still there when he replied, "Of course, sir."

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"I'm sick of saying 'yes sir' to you, Colonel Jackass."

Roy growled as Ed raked the nails of his left hand up his back and bit his ear harshly-seeing if he drew blood would have to wait until later. The older man ground his erection against the matching one Ed was sporting, causing sparks to race up his spine as he and Ed groaned in unison.

After catching his breath, he said, "It's a shame you can't act cute, even in times like this." Ed scoffed and stuttered over a moan as Roy peppered kisses from the edge of his automail to his Adam's apple, sucking for good measure.

"Take it or leave it, bastard," Ed shot back. They hadn't made it very far into Roy's flat, no more than ten feet away from the door. But Roy had never heard a clearer invitation to begin, and he wasn't one to turn down such a generous offer.

Grabbing the soft mounds of flesh of his subordinate's ass, Roy squeezed and kneaded as Ed gasped and clenched his thighs around Roy's waist, the cool of his left leg like a cold compress against Roy's fevered skin.

"In that case," he drawled, enjoying the needy glare leveled on him by gold irises, "I believe I'll take it." Before Ed could say something snarky-and ruin his perfect line-Roy occupied the boy's tongue with his own.

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Ne…Sorry, not sorry Winry. The truth is, I probably ship these two way more than Ed and Winry. Roy and Ed's daily banter would be a delight to see.

Thank you for reading.