Disclaimer: I've barely entered High School and you're accusing me of owning Fullmetal Alchemist. How stupid. You're stupid.

A/N: Okay so I've decided to do some drabbles, because when you're sleepy in the orthodontist's office, you think of RoyEd stories, and I can't keep them from you, can I? Well, I could, but I won't, so you're lucky. I know I've already started drabbles in the other one but I have deleted it (OMGYESI'MSORRY?) because they were terrible, except for a few. I will move them into this one if they are WORTHY, so now here we go!

The Love and Hate Game

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Conversation was forced and uninteresting in the office of Colonel Roy Mustang. All alone in there were Roy Mustang himself and his young lover Edward Elric, the country-wide famous Fullmetal Alchemist; not the Roy Mustang wasn't famous himself, just in an infamous-famous envied-for-his-looks kind of way; in a Ishbal Rebellion sort of way.

Edward kicked his feet at the ground, shifting his glance to the black-haired man every few seconds, occasionally letting out a sigh that clearly said, "I'm bored, entertain me." Roy was leaning back in his chair staring at his blank desk. There was clearly nothing to do. He had managed, in his earlier bored state, before Edward had entered the room, to finish the small amount of paperwork and now had nothing to do except ball little pieces of paper up and attempt to play pool with them. As he made a shot for his mug (the back left pocket) he looked up and smiled at the boy.

"Hey, Ed, want to play a game?" He intertwined his fingers on the desktop and looked for his response.

"What are you talking about, bastard?" Edward sat up a little, glad for even a bit of conversation. "If it's another one of your sex games, you know we can't do it here, Hawkeye caught us last time."

"No, no," the colonel assured, leaning forward in his seat, "This game is all verbal. It's called the Love and Hate Game."

Edward blinked, "The what?"

"Hmm, I see you're interested. Well it's very simple," He continued, "It's a game where you say one thing you don't like about someone, and then you have to follow it with something you like."

"Why the hell would you want to play a game like that?" Edward raised an eyebrow, surprised by Mustang's sudden whimsy.

"Well, I'm bored, you're bored, so I figured it'd be something to do." Roy sighed heavily, "but I guess you don't want to do it." He leaned back in his chair for a moment, hoping the eldest Elric would take the bait.

He did. "Who said I didn't?"

Roy smiled before leaning back on the desk and saying, "Well, then let's do it. I'll start." He cleared his throat. "I hate when you rant, but I like your singing voice."

Edward's face flushed, "W-what? When d-did you hear m-my s-singing voice?"

Roy smiled and cocked his head innocently, "You sing quite loud in the shower. I can hear you outside of the door. Now go."

Edward stared at him before looking away, "Um, well… well I hate the way you hold your power over me, but I like your," he searched his mind, "I like your house."

Roy frowned, "My house? That's no fun. Ok, then… I hate how far down I have to bend to kiss you, but I like the way you kiss."

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO DAMN SHORT THAT YOU'D HAVE TO LAY DOWN TO KISS THEM?" Edward huffed and then returned back to his overturned chair. "I hate how you call me short" he hissed, then murmured, "But I love how tall you are." He averted his eyes, then flushed, "Not that I l-love you!"

"Ah, what's said is said. I'm glad you like me tall," he smiled softly as Ed's eye contact caught his. "I hate how loud you scream at me, but I like how loud you scream for me."

Ed smirked at the implications, "I hate how often I have to see you in that uniform, but I like your hair."

"My hair? What does that have to do with my uniform?"

"Nothing, I just couldn't find anything I liked about your uniform. Besides, you didn't say they had to have anything to do with each other."

"True, true," Roy smiled, "I hate your crazy reasoning for everything, but I like when you use it for my benefit."

Edward frowned, "When have I done that?"

"Well, there was that time at that party…" Roy waved his finger in the air, "…someone said that I was only where I was because I had friends in higher ranks than me, and you cut in and started saying what good I had done." Roy smiled softly at the memory.

"Oh," Edward said, "Right. Well, I hate your reputation with women and how many of them you've done, but I love how experienced you are because of it."

"I'm sure you are. I hate how inexperienced you are, but I like how energetic you are in bed."

"Are you sure this isn't going to turn into another sex game? I hate how much you have to work, but I like seeing you afterwards." Edward let out a genuine smile before looking away.

Roy stood up and sat on the couch across from the one Edward had claimed as his own. "I hate how uncaring you can be, but I love how you can understand me and make me forget my problems," Roy admitted.

Edward blinked before turning bright red. "I don't do it on purpose."

"Oh, right," Roy said sarcastically, "How could I be so stupid?"

"Whatever, Mustang," Edward folded his arms into his chest, "I hate your sarcasm, but I… I also like how you can understand me."

"Awwww," Roy said with a wide smile, "Ed, how cute!"

"SHUT UP YOU STUPID BASTARD!" He stood up and walked straight for the door, "FORGET IT, GUESS WHAT! I HATE YOU AND I HATE YOU! HAH!" He reached for the door and slammed it open, only to let two bullets skim right by his head.

"ED, SOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO WORK, PLEASE QUIET DOWN!" Riza sounded pissed. Edward obeyed and chose to shut the door, returning to the room. As he sat down, he scowled and said, "Fine, I'll keep playing. It's your turn."

"I hate your temper, but I like how you always choose me." Roy smiled again.

Edward's eyebrows furrowed, "Who said I always chose you?"

There was a long silence where Edward was trying to find something he truly hated about Roy. Roy's eyes stared into searching gold ones until they stopped and seemed to find something.

"I hate this game, but I love you."

Roy blinked, "What?"

"You heard me." Edward pouted, refusing to repeat the words.

"Well, Ed," Roy said, standing up and walking round to his seat, sitting dangerously close to him, "I hate that I can't find any flaws in you right now, but I love you, too." He stared right into Ed's eyes, which only lay inches away.

"This game sucks," Edward inched closer, "We should, y'know, do something else."

"Got anything in mind?" Roy's hand rested on Edward's thigh, which flinched at the touch.

The two stared at each other for a while before Edward said curtly, "Sex games?"

"Fuck Hawkeye, rip off them clothes."

They figured getting shot would at least not be boring.

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xxBONUSxx

Riza Hawkeye flinched as she heard a loud thumping in the office of her superior officer. Everyone in the room knew what he was doing in there, and most of them were listening (at the door, nonetheless). When Edward let out a loud scream that sounded like, "YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKING TEASE," Riza scooted her chair out with such force that it knocked over. She walked calmly with a look of murder on her face, arriving at the door and practically kicking the two boys listening in at the door away. He raised her fist and knocked on the door three swift times.

"Boys, if you do not put some clothes on and stop doing what you're doing in there, I might have to shoot you."

There was a long silence before you could hear Roy say in a punch-drunk voice, "She's going to shoot us anyway."

Edward agreed softly before the two were heard moving and another door was opened and closed with a light clicked.

They had locked everyone out of his supply closet. Hawkeye softly sighed and dropped her gun. They got away today. She'd just have to get them twice as much next time.

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A/N: Okay, here we go. Horray drabbles. It's just something else to distract me from Waiting Game, I suppose. –sigh- Oh well, enjoy. I have three other drabbles to do that I have up here –points to head— so horray for you.

Love you all

Ales