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war of the alchemists ch.8
clothing display

Edward Elric slowly braided his golden hair into a plait. It was about eight o’clock at night and he had gone home after lots of paperwork at the military. Al was sitting next to him, polishing his armour.

“You look angry, anii-san,” Alphonse said, looking at him anxiously.

“Huh?” Ed said, turning to him with a surprised expression on his face. Alphonse sighed.

“You’ve been looking angry since after the balloon fight,” he said, “especially at colonel Mustang.”

“Well, you’re hallucinating,” Ed grumbled, tying the end of his plait and crossing his arms.

“Anii-san, I know when you’re angry and when you’re sad and trying to hide it,” Al pressed.

“It’s nothing, okay?” Ed snapped, standing up. He couldn’t imagine how his little brother would react if he said ‘colonel Mustang and I are sexually harassing each other’ to him.

“Probably sit there frozen for twenty minutes,” the blond alchemist mumbled to himself, retreating to his bed. He laid beneath the warm covers, curled up like a cat. His heart gave a loud thump as his groin throbbed, still tender from the black haired man’s touch.

He curled tighter together as the sensation ran through him again. If he had been standing, he would have very likely collapsed.

It was probably the first time that the young alchemist had felt so affected by Roy’s revenge.

Ed bit his bottom lip furiously. He felt like killing him, but that was being way, way too easy on Roy.

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It was nearly midnight when the Flame alchemist returned home. After a further party at the bar with his subordinates (is that right?), he was absolutely pissed and exhausted.

He collapsed onto the nearest bed-like surface he could find, which, luckily for him happened to be the sofa.

The man groaned as he held his throbbing head. He really shouldn’t have drank so much.

“TAISA! OPEN UP!” the voice of Edward Elric yelled at the door. Roy sat up slowly.

He stumbled over to the front door and yanked it open.

“What the hell are you doing here? It’s almost midnight,” Roy mumbled, slipping down the side of the door which was supporting him.

“I came to make a deal with you,” Ed said in a serious tone, his eyes that were almost back in the dark of the night glaring into the man’s. Mustang blinked.

“Deal? Why the hell?” he asked drowsily, stumbling inside.

“Yes. I want us to stop…” Ed started, “-taisa, you’re drunk.”

“No I’m not,” the man grumbled, banging into the table then falling onto the sofa. He groaned and rolled off to land onto the floor.

Ed squatted down next to him and held his right hand in front of the man’s face.

“How many fingers am I holding up, taisa?” he questioned.

“…eleven,” Roy mumbled, closing his eyes.

Ed couldn’t help but crack a small smile of amusement. He heaved the man back onto the sofa. Maybe the revenge could wait.

“…shit… I’m late for work,” Roy grumbled, trying to sit up.

“You will be if you don’t get a good sleep,” the blond said, smacking him with his automail hand. Roy got knocked out and fell back down, breathing deeply.

Ed went to the bathroom and came back with a small towel and a small bucket of lukewarm water.

He wet the towel and gently mopped the colonel’s forehead. The man let him take off all of his clothes apart from his boxers and white shirt.

The younger boy wiped his neck and chest with the towel, smiling slightly at the half asleep Flame alchemist, peacefully lying there with no trace of his bastard-ness on his face.

Roy’s chest rose and fell steadily as he breathed slowly, falling into deep sleep. Edward found a blanket and put it over the sleeping alchemist and prepared to leave.

“Edward…” the man moaned. His eyes widened in surprise as the man’s left arm reached out to wrap around his neck, then drew hi down above him.

“T-taisa,” Ed whispered, blushing lightly. The man pressed down on his head, and their lips met.

Roy kissed him harshly without waiting, and pulled the boy’s body onto his own.

Ed made noises of protest as Roy drew aside the blankets and tugged at the blond’s clothes.

The strong taste of alcohol stung the inside of the boy’s mouth as Roy impatiently pressed his body against his own.

“T-taisa,” Ed gasped, pulling his mouth off the man’s as he tried to catch some air.

“Don’t leave,” Roy replied, breathing heavily as he desperately wrapped his arms around the blond’s waist.

Edward watched his helpless expression, and felt his heart go soft. At that moment Roy sat up, and shoved him onto the sofa. He kissed his neck urgently, pulling at his clothes.

The blond grabbed the Flame alchemist by the collar of his shirt and pushed him off him. He grabbed the bucket of water which had turned cold by now, and threw the whole thing at him.

The metal bucket hit the side of his head with a loud clang and the water spilled all over him. Roy fell backwards, knocked out again.

Edward smoothed down his ruffled clothes, breathing heavily. He should’ve never trusted a drunk bastard.

Ed thought for a short period, then he stood up. Time to begin his revenge.

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Roy Mustang opened his eyes with great difficulty. He moaned, feeling his head seized up with pain. There were two large bumps on the side of his head for some weird reason. Did he upset some punks on the way home and got a beating?

He couldn’t have been that careless.

The man sat up, and sneezed. He realised that the blanket over him and the sofa he was sleeping on were wet. There was a bucket lying next to him on the ground, rocking slowly from side to side.

A frown of confusion appeared on his face.

He sniffed as he lifted his feet off the sofa and onto the floor. He stood up, and realised that he was totally naked. Roy frowned again, not remembering to have undressed himself before he had fallen asleep.

He dragged his feet over to the wardrobe, searching for a clean shirt and some boxers.

“What the fuck!” Roy exclaimed.

His wardrobe was completely empty. The man ran around, looking for and clothing he had left scattered in the house.

There was absolutely nothing. Even the laundry basket was empty.

“What the fucking hell!” Roy grumbled, collapsing into a chair.

He glanced at the clock. He only had five minutes to get to work. The Flame alchemist moaned in despair.

How the fuck was he supposed to get to work with nothing but a blanket on?

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“Errr… may I ask why you’re wearing a blanket, colonel Mustang?” Havoc asked, one eyebrow raised as Roy fell into his chair.

“How the fuck would I know? Someone stole all of my clothes last night! Every single fucking piece!” Roy yelled, pulling at his hair desperately.

Havoc’s eyes widened in shock at his words, then he burst into laughter and choked on his cigarette.

Roy stared furiously at him.

“It’s not fucking funny! Damnit!” he shouted, slamming his hands onto the desk. His gloves were gone too.

“N-no, it’s not only that,” Havoc spluttered, laughing too hard to care that Roy was extremely pissed off.

“What!” the colonel said, his heart stopping for a second.

“Do you really want to see?” Havoc said, grinning.

“I just want my clothes back,” he snapped, blushing.

“Alright, taisa. But I’ve warmed you,” the blond haired man chuckled, standing up. Roy followed him out.

Everyone was gathering around the military flagpole, staring up in awe. Roy had been so angry that he hadn’t noticed it when he entered the military.

The man’s mouth dropped open.

On the string of the pole hang his shirts, his military jacket and pants, his shoes, socks, t-shirts, every single thing that he owned that could be worn.

His boxers were arranged between every three pieces of clothing like special beads on a necklace.

“Excuse me,” Roy mumbled, blushing deeply as he walked through the crowd. He stared at the pole. On it was a huge board saying ‘I ran out of clothing line, so I’m hanging them on here. I hope it’s not a bother- colonel Roy Mustang’

“Who the hell did this?” the man yelled.

Everyone tried not to laugh.

Hughes approached the furious Flame alchemist.

“Nice joke, Roy,” he said, chuckling and patting his shoulder.

“It wasn’t a fucking joke. Not by me, anyway,” Roy hissed, trying hard not to blush any deeper.

“Don’t be so angry! You’re not helping your situation!” Maes hushed, pressing a finger against the man’s lips.

“Alright! Everyone get back to work! You heard me!” Hughes yelled, “otherwise I’ll start talking about my beautiful family!”

People hesitated, but slowly retreated to the office.

Riza Hawkeye walked towards the Flame alchemist, not looking pleased. Falman, Fuery, Breda, Havoc and Armstrong also remained behind.

“What is the meaning of this, taisa?” Riza snapped, gesturing at the clothes-full flagpole, “you’ll make the whole military look like a joke! Do you want to get fired!”

“It wasn’t my fucking idea!” Roy yelled back, lowering the ‘flags’.

Everyone quickly jumped in to help take the clothes off the string.

Riza crossed her arms.

“Go get dressed, we’ll discuss this later,” lieutenant Hawkeye said, frowning.

Roy snatched his work clothes off the ground and rushed off to the changing rooms.

He opened the door extra hard to release his anger, and started to tug his clothes on.

“Nice work, taisa,” Ed said, smirking as he leaned against a wall.

Roy froze as he realised who the culprit was.

“Edward, you… you… FUCKING LITTLE ASSHOLE!” Roy screamed, chucking his boot at the blond. Ed squeaked and ducked.

“It’s your fault for doing all that to me yesterday!” he replied, ducking behind the wooden pole of the bench in the middle of the changing room as he threw another boot at him.

“But this was WAY OVER THE LINE!” Roy yelled, chasing after him. Ed ran to the other side of the bench.

“Nothing is ever over the line in a battle!” he replied, watching the man panting as he chased him in his boxers.

Ed jumped onto the top of the bench, but Roy grabbed his ankle and pulled him down.

He squealed as he fell off and onto Roy, knocking the wind out of the man.

Roy swore and tried to shove the boy off, but Ed pressed him down with surprising strength and captured his lips in a teasing kiss.

Roy returned it furiously, still trying to push him off.

Ed licked his chin to distract him, tugging the man to his feet and onto the bench against one of the wooden poles.

He grabbed the man’s belt and tied his wrists back onto the pole with it. He drew it tight, making Roy hiss in slight pain and fury. Ed smirked at him.

“Don’t you think that was enough, you little asshole?” the man snarled, trying to pull free.

“Never enough,” Ed replied, pulling his head back by his black hair with a rough jerk.

He pressed his mouth hard onto the man’s throat, licking his flesh slowly.

He pressed his knee firmly against Roy’s crotch so he couldn’t move his legs. The man’s left thigh twitched, and Ed grinded his knee against his groin so hard that he moaned almost in pain.

The black haired man breathed harshly, his face red.

“That wasn’t very nice, was it?” the blond whispered into his ear, stroking down his chest with his finger.

“Fuck you,” Roy hissed, panting.

“Not quite, taisa,” Ed smirked, pulling off the colonel’s boxers.

He kissed down the man’s crotch slowly, making him moan loudly. The blond parted his lisp and licked his skin.

The man’s mouth opened in a long groan of pleasure.

Roy’s crotch was hot and hard in his mouth as he sucked him gently. The man moaned, his whole body going weak beneath the young alchemist’s mouth.

Minutes later Ed raised his head, a strand of silvery white moisture dripping off the tip of his tongue between his parted lips. He licked his bottom lip, smirking at the man slipping down the seat, breathing heavily.

Ed lowered his hand to between Roy’s legs, and squeezed his still erect penis. The man winced, then moaned in half pleasure, half exhaustion and pain.

“Had enough?” he asked, smirking as he tightened his hold.

Roy whimpered, his breath ragged and fast. Ed let go of him and shoved his head back by a handful of his black hair. He loosened the belt around his wrists and it fell to the ground with a loud clack.

“I’ve always got spare space on my clothesline if you’re that desperate, taisa,” Ed said, smirking and leaving the room.

Description
war of the alchemists ch.8
clothing display

Edward Elric slowly braided his golden hair into a plait. It was about eight o’clock at night and he had gone home after lots of paperwork at the military. Al was sitting next to him, polishing his armour.

“You look angry, anii-san,” Alphonse said, looking at him anxiously.

“Huh?” Ed said, turning to him with a surprised expression on his face. Alphonse sighed.

“You’ve been looking angry since after the balloon fight,” he said, “especially at colonel Mustang.”

“Well, you’re hallucinating,” Ed grumbled, tying the end of his plait and crossing his arms.

“Anii-san, I know when you’re angry and when you’re sad and trying to hide it,” Al pressed.

“It’s nothing, okay?” Ed snapped, standing up. He couldn’t imagine how his little brother would react if he said ‘colonel Mustang and I are sexually harassing each other’ to him.

“Probably sit there frozen for twenty minutes,” the blond alchemist mumbled to himself, retreating to his bed. He laid beneath the warm covers, curled up like a cat. His heart gave a loud thump as his groin throbbed, still tender from the black haired man’s touch.

He curled tighter together as the sensation ran through him again. If he had been standing, he would have very likely collapsed.

It was probably the first time that the young alchemist had felt so affected by Roy’s revenge.

Ed bit his bottom lip furiously. He felt like killing him, but that was being way, way too easy on Roy.

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It was nearly midnight when the Flame alchemist returned home. After a further party at the bar with his subordinates (is that right?), he was absolutely pissed and exhausted.

He collapsed onto the nearest bed-like surface he could find, which, luckily for him happened to be the sofa.

The man groaned as he held his throbbing head. He really shouldn’t have drank so much.

“TAISA! OPEN UP!” the voice of Edward Elric yelled at the door. Roy sat up slowly.

He stumbled over to the front door and yanked it open.

“What the hell are you doing here? It’s almost midnight,” Roy mumbled, slipping down the side of the door which was supporting him.

“I came to make a deal with you,” Ed said in a serious tone, his eyes that were almost back in the dark of the night glaring into the man’s. Mustang blinked.

“Deal? Why the hell?” he asked drowsily, stumbling inside.

“Yes. I want us to stop…” Ed started, “-taisa, you’re drunk.”

“No I’m not,” the man grumbled, banging into the table then falling onto the sofa. He groaned and rolled off to land onto the floor.

Ed squatted down next to him and held his right hand in front of the man’s face.

“How many fingers am I holding up, taisa?” he questioned.

“…eleven,” Roy mumbled, closing his eyes.

Ed couldn’t help but crack a small smile of amusement. He heaved the man back onto the sofa. Maybe the revenge could wait.

“…shit… I’m late for work,” Roy grumbled, trying to sit up.

“You will be if you don’t get a good sleep,” the blond said, smacking him with his automail hand. Roy got knocked out and fell back down, breathing deeply.

Ed went to the bathroom and came back with a small towel and a small bucket of lukewarm water.

He wet the towel and gently mopped the colonel’s forehead. The man let him take off all of his clothes apart from his boxers and white shirt.

The younger boy wiped his neck and chest with the towel, smiling slightly at the half asleep Flame alchemist, peacefully lying there with no trace of his bastard-ness on his face.

Roy’s chest rose and fell steadily as he breathed slowly, falling into deep sleep. Edward found a blanket and put it over the sleeping alchemist and prepared to leave.

“Edward…” the man moaned. His eyes widened in surprise as the man’s left arm reached out to wrap around his neck, then drew hi down above him.

“T-taisa,” Ed whispered, blushing lightly. The man pressed down on his head, and their lips met.

Roy kissed him harshly without waiting, and pulled the boy’s body onto his own.

Ed made noises of protest as Roy drew aside the blankets and tugged at the blond’s clothes.

The strong taste of alcohol stung the inside of the boy’s mouth as Roy impatiently pressed his body against his own.

“T-taisa,” Ed gasped, pulling his mouth off the man’s as he tried to catch some air.

“Don’t leave,” Roy replied, breathing heavily as he desperately wrapped his arms around the blond’s waist.

Edward watched his helpless expression, and felt his heart go soft. At that moment Roy sat up, and shoved him onto the sofa. He kissed his neck urgently, pulling at his clothes.

The blond grabbed the Flame alchemist by the collar of his shirt and pushed him off him. He grabbed the bucket of water which had turned cold by now, and threw the whole thing at him.

The metal bucket hit the side of his head with a loud clang and the water spilled all over him. Roy fell backwards, knocked out again.

Edward smoothed down his ruffled clothes, breathing heavily. He should’ve never trusted a drunk bastard.

Ed thought for a short period, then he stood up. Time to begin his revenge.

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Roy Mustang opened his eyes with great difficulty. He moaned, feeling his head seized up with pain. There were two large bumps on the side of his head for some weird reason. Did he upset some punks on the way home and got a beating?

He couldn’t have been that careless.

The man sat up, and sneezed. He realised that the blanket over him and the sofa he was sleeping on were wet. There was a bucket lying next to him on the ground, rocking slowly from side to side.

A frown of confusion appeared on his face.

He sniffed as he lifted his feet off the sofa and onto the floor. He stood up, and realised that he was totally naked. Roy frowned again, not remembering to have undressed himself before he had fallen asleep.

He dragged his feet over to the wardrobe, searching for a clean shirt and some boxers.

“What the fuck!” Roy exclaimed.

His wardrobe was completely empty. The man ran around, looking for and clothing he had left scattered in the house.

There was absolutely nothing. Even the laundry basket was empty.

“What the fucking hell!” Roy grumbled, collapsing into a chair.

He glanced at the clock. He only had five minutes to get to work. The Flame alchemist moaned in despair.

How the fuck was he supposed to get to work with nothing but a blanket on?

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“Errr… may I ask why you’re wearing a blanket, colonel Mustang?” Havoc asked, one eyebrow raised as Roy fell into his chair.

“How the fuck would I know? Someone stole all of my clothes last night! Every single fucking piece!” Roy yelled, pulling at his hair desperately.

Havoc’s eyes widened in shock at his words, then he burst into laughter and choked on his cigarette.

Roy stared furiously at him.

“It’s not fucking funny! Damnit!” he shouted, slamming his hands onto the desk. His gloves were gone too.

“N-no, it’s not only that,” Havoc spluttered, laughing too hard to care that Roy was extremely pissed off.

“What!” the colonel said, his heart stopping for a second.

“Do you really want to see?” Havoc said, grinning.

“I just want my clothes back,” he snapped, blushing.

“Alright, taisa. But I’ve warmed you,” the blond haired man chuckled, standing up. Roy followed him out.

Everyone was gathering around the military flagpole, staring up in awe. Roy had been so angry that he hadn’t noticed it when he entered the military.

The man’s mouth dropped open.

On the string of the pole hang his shirts, his military jacket and pants, his shoes, socks, t-shirts, every single thing that he owned that could be worn.

His boxers were arranged between every three pieces of clothing like special beads on a necklace.

“Excuse me,” Roy mumbled, blushing deeply as he walked through the crowd. He stared at the pole. On it was a huge board saying ‘I ran out of clothing line, so I’m hanging them on here. I hope it’s not a bother- colonel Roy Mustang’

“Who the hell did this?” the man yelled.

Everyone tried not to laugh.

Hughes approached the furious Flame alchemist.

“Nice joke, Roy,” he said, chuckling and patting his shoulder.

“It wasn’t a fucking joke. Not by me, anyway,” Roy hissed, trying hard not to blush any deeper.

“Don’t be so angry! You’re not helping your situation!” Maes hushed, pressing a finger against the man’s lips.

“Alright! Everyone get back to work! You heard me!” Hughes yelled, “otherwise I’ll start talking about my beautiful family!”

People hesitated, but slowly retreated to the office.

Riza Hawkeye walked towards the Flame alchemist, not looking pleased. Falman, Fuery, Breda, Havoc and Armstrong also remained behind.

“What is the meaning of this, taisa?” Riza snapped, gesturing at the clothes-full flagpole, “you’ll make the whole military look like a joke! Do you want to get fired!”

“It wasn’t my fucking idea!” Roy yelled back, lowering the ‘flags’.

Everyone quickly jumped in to help take the clothes off the string.

Riza crossed her arms.

“Go get dressed, we’ll discuss this later,” lieutenant Hawkeye said, frowning.

Roy snatched his work clothes off the ground and rushed off to the changing rooms.

He opened the door extra hard to release his anger, and started to tug his clothes on.

“Nice work, taisa,” Ed said, smirking as he leaned against a wall.

Roy froze as he realised who the culprit was.

“Edward, you… you… FUCKING LITTLE ASSHOLE!” Roy screamed, chucking his boot at the blond. Ed squeaked and ducked.

“It’s your fault for doing all that to me yesterday!” he replied, ducking behind the wooden pole of the bench in the middle of the changing room as he threw another boot at him.

“But this was WAY OVER THE LINE!” Roy yelled, chasing after him. Ed ran to the other side of the bench.

“Nothing is ever over the line in a battle!” he replied, watching the man panting as he chased him in his boxers.

Ed jumped onto the top of the bench, but Roy grabbed his ankle and pulled him down.

He squealed as he fell off and onto Roy, knocking the wind out of the man.

Roy swore and tried to shove the boy off, but Ed pressed him down with surprising strength and captured his lips in a teasing kiss.

Roy returned it furiously, still trying to push him off.

Ed licked his chin to distract him, tugging the man to his feet and onto the bench against one of the wooden poles.

He grabbed the man’s belt and tied his wrists back onto the pole with it. He drew it tight, making Roy hiss in slight pain and fury. Ed smirked at him.

“Don’t you think that was enough, you little asshole?” the man snarled, trying to pull free.

“Never enough,” Ed replied, pulling his head back by his black hair with a rough jerk.

He pressed his mouth hard onto the man’s throat, licking his flesh slowly.

He pressed his knee firmly against Roy’s crotch so he couldn’t move his legs. The man’s left thigh twitched, and Ed grinded his knee against his groin so hard that he moaned almost in pain.

The black haired man breathed harshly, his face red.

“That wasn’t very nice, was it?” the blond whispered into his ear, stroking down his chest with his finger.

“Fuck you,” Roy hissed, panting.

“Not quite, taisa,” Ed smirked, pulling off the colonel’s boxers.

He kissed down the man’s crotch slowly, making him moan loudly. The blond parted his lisp and licked his skin.

The man’s mouth opened in a long groan of pleasure.

Roy’s crotch was hot and hard in his mouth as he sucked him gently. The man moaned, his whole body going weak beneath the young alchemist’s mouth.

Minutes later Ed raised his head, a strand of silvery white moisture dripping off the tip of his tongue between his parted lips. He licked his bottom lip, smirking at the man slipping down the seat, breathing heavily.

Ed lowered his hand to between Roy’s legs, and squeezed his still erect penis. The man winced, then moaned in half pleasure, half exhaustion and pain.

“Had enough?” he asked, smirking as he tightened his hold.

Roy whimpered, his breath ragged and fast. Ed let go of him and shoved his head back by a handful of his black hair. He loosened the belt around his wrists and it fell to the ground with a loud clack.

“I’ve always got spare space on my clothesline if you’re that desperate, taisa,” Ed said, smirking and leaving the room.