Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Culinary Cuts ❯ Culinary Cuts ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Culinary Cuts

Pairing: Roy x Ed

Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist and I don't make any money off of this.

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" Ow! Dammit!," a shrill voice was heard coming from the colonel's kitchen. The man rose from his comfortable post-sexnest of blankets on the couch in the living room to see what was the matter. But not before putting on some pants. Roy stuck his head around the doorframe.

" What's the matter?"

" Godammit," Ed cursed, bringing an injured finger to his mouth. " Nothing, nothing, I just cut myself." The blonde prodigy waved him away. The colonel decided to be overprotective and inspect the injury anyway.

The kitchen was a mess. There was fresh and maimed foods along with used culinary objects littered across the counter. There was dry spegetti noodles splayed from their package, half in the pot of boiling water and the rest in the sink, on the counter and the floor. Just another of Ed's attempts at making a nice dinner for the both of them. roy smirked at his little lover, pleased to see mussed hair from their previous activities and that he was wearing nothing save Roy's own button-down shirt.

The man came to his side. " You have to start taking better care of the limbs you have left, Ed," he teased, taking the boy's hand in his own to inspect the cut. A drop of blood pearled at the tip of Ed's finger.

" Oh, shut up."

Edward flushed, his face warming when Roy took his injured digit into his mouth. The small alchemist shivered, feeling the man's tongue sipe the blood and suck generously to rid the cut of anymore crimson liquid. Black eyes smirked at him and sensous lips curved in a smug smile around his finger. Ed snatched it away but couldn't escape Roy's embrace. Hot breath hushed over his face as the man claimed his mouth. Ed could taste his own fluids and groaned into Roy's mouth.

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Needless to say, dinner overflowed and burned but the two state alchemists that lay sated on the kitchen tile could care less.