Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Seasons ❯ February ( Chapter 4 )
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By: hysteria82 
Jealous Edward and more proof that Roy's a stud.
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.06.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 512 | Status: Work In Progress
Jealous Edward and more proof that Roy's a stud.
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.06.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 512 | Status: Work In Progress
Thanks to Valentine’s Day, February was often known as "the lover's" month. Yes, a whole month devoted to lonely woman willing to give just about anything for a romantic evening with a lady’s man such as himself.
And yet here he was, Colonel Roy Mustang, cavalier extraordinaire, in bed and woman less.
That thought alone would have been enough to justify the pitiful groan he heard escape from his own mouth, but in reality it was just the result of horrible symptom upon horrible symptom taking a toll on his fever-stricken body.
For a moment ... and just a moment, mind you... he was almost glad he didn’t have any lady callers knocking on his door. After all, he felt like hell and despite being known as the ‘kissing disease ,’ mono didn’t seem to put him in a romantic mood.
Cuddling deeper into the mound of blankets, Mustang pushed those thoughts aside in favor of trying to return to that wonderful state of unconscious bliss called sleep.
Yes, sleep…a way to escape the chills, the sore throat, and that horrible pounding in his head that just seemed to go ‘BANG BANG BANG…’
It took a moment for his fever-ridden mind to realize that the banging was not in his head, and it took a few more moments to register that if the banging wasn’t being caused by his headache then something else was causing it, and it took even longer to comprehend that violent banging within his house was probably not a good sign when one had as many enemies as he did.
Sitting up clumsily, he instantly tried to grab his gloves from the bedside table but his attempt was foiled by a solid weight slamming into his midriff, effectively taking his breath away. Though, being breathless probably didn’t matter since he doubted he could breathe with the bloody nose that was a direct result of the blow to the face which he had received upon the initial attack.
Gasping for air, he gripped his battered nose and managed to choke a few times on his own blood before stopping the bleeding. Once calmed, he returned the young blonde’s -who was now perched on his lap, legs straddling his thighs and arms crossed- glare.
Rummaging up whatever dignity an injured, sick man could, he sat up straight, cleaned the blood from his face and turned his attention towards the younger alchemist.
"Not a very polite was to greet your ill superior, Fullmetal," he informed his subordinate. "And you wonder why I tend to think so… little of you."
"Don’t start that shit with me, you bastard," Edward hissed in response. "Explain to me why Hawkeye has mono!"
Roy looked at the boy and blinked.
Was he hearing right? Edward Elric, violent tendencies and all, had broken into his house and assaulted him just because he heard that Hawkeye was sick?
He repeated the question aloud and got a scowl in response while strong hands gripped the lapels of his pajamas roughly.
"Yes! I want to know why the hell Hawkeye has it instead of... instead... Instead of her being healthy and in the office..." He finished the rant rather lamely, a slight blush across his cheek due to his near slip-up.
"She probably has it due to kissing the wrong person... It is the 'kissing disease', after all..."
"Damn it, Mustang! Can't you keep your pants on around anyone?!" Ed said, slamming the dark-haired man against the headboard as he growled his frustration.
"I didn't get her sick, Fullmetal. She got me sick."
"What difference does it make? You still kissed her!" he pointed out.
"You can catch mono from more things that just kissing. The germs can be passed on by breathing the same air in a confined space or by sharing the same cup, for example. Both of which we do."
Edward looked at the man and blinked.
"Are you saying you didn't kiss her?" he asked.
"I didn't kiss her," Roy confirmed.
Ed released his hold on Roy's shirt and fidgeted nervously -all signs of his previous anger vanishing at the confession. Looking Mustang straight in the eye, he took a deep breath and said, "Oh."
Rolling his eyes, Roy ran a finger over his still-sore nose - he didn't think it was broken - and offered his current annoyance a half hearted glare before grabbing the blonde's red overcoat and pulling him down into a rough tongue-filled kiss.
Edward put up the expected struggle, though the lack of a fist connecting with his face told him that it was just for show.
As soon as Mustang released him, Edward jumped back and nearly fell off the bed, quickly he scrub at his mouth with his sleeve as if something disgusting, like milk, had touched his lips.
The colonel assumed that was all for show, too. Though, considering that he had been bedridden for the past few days and remained unwashed, unshaved, and probably looked half-dead thanks to the illness, it wouldn't be overly surprising if the expression on Ed's face was one of true disgust.
He almost felt bad about kissing him while in such a state, but the dull ache in his nose reminded him that the boy deserved no sympathy.
"What was that for, you pervert!?" Edward asked in his typically loud, Fullmetal way.
"I just thought Hawkeye might feel better knowing she wasn't the only one that caught mono from a kiss," Roy answered in his typically smug, colonel tone.
"I don't care what you think, you bas... - Wait, she got it from kissing, right? Who the hell did she catch it from?"
"I believe Havoc is currently out with the same sickness."
Stepping away from the bed startled, he stood there looking dumbstruck for a while before staring at the colonel as if he was nuts.
"Havoc and Hawkeye? No kidding?"
"No kidding."
Shaking his head in a disapproving manner, he turned away from the man and started walking towards the door, stopping once his gloved hand rested upon the golden knob.
"Talk about fucked-up relationships, huh? Damn, it makes you wonder what the hell people are thinking... Well, anyway..." He looked over his shoulder at the sick man. "Sorry about punching you and stuff. Hope you feel better soon..."
"If by 'soon' you mean 'three or four weeks'... yes, I'm sure I will."
"Three or four weeks?! Mono lasts a month and you fucking kissed me?!"
"Yes. Try and top that, Fullmetal."
"Bastard," Edward snarled, and slammed the door on the way out.
The colonel grinned a smug, content smile.
He might have been sick this Valentine's Day, but he still managed to get a cute young blond to jump into bed with him and make out.
Yeah, he was a stud. And with that thought in mind, he laid back down and attempted to get some much needed sleep.
And yet here he was, Colonel Roy Mustang, cavalier extraordinaire, in bed and woman less.
That thought alone would have been enough to justify the pitiful groan he heard escape from his own mouth, but in reality it was just the result of horrible symptom upon horrible symptom taking a toll on his fever-stricken body.
For a moment ... and just a moment, mind you... he was almost glad he didn’t have any lady callers knocking on his door. After all, he felt like hell and despite being known as the ‘kissing disease ,’ mono didn’t seem to put him in a romantic mood.
Cuddling deeper into the mound of blankets, Mustang pushed those thoughts aside in favor of trying to return to that wonderful state of unconscious bliss called sleep.
Yes, sleep…a way to escape the chills, the sore throat, and that horrible pounding in his head that just seemed to go ‘BANG BANG BANG…’
It took a moment for his fever-ridden mind to realize that the banging was not in his head, and it took a few more moments to register that if the banging wasn’t being caused by his headache then something else was causing it, and it took even longer to comprehend that violent banging within his house was probably not a good sign when one had as many enemies as he did.
Sitting up clumsily, he instantly tried to grab his gloves from the bedside table but his attempt was foiled by a solid weight slamming into his midriff, effectively taking his breath away. Though, being breathless probably didn’t matter since he doubted he could breathe with the bloody nose that was a direct result of the blow to the face which he had received upon the initial attack.
Gasping for air, he gripped his battered nose and managed to choke a few times on his own blood before stopping the bleeding. Once calmed, he returned the young blonde’s -who was now perched on his lap, legs straddling his thighs and arms crossed- glare.
Rummaging up whatever dignity an injured, sick man could, he sat up straight, cleaned the blood from his face and turned his attention towards the younger alchemist.
"Not a very polite was to greet your ill superior, Fullmetal," he informed his subordinate. "And you wonder why I tend to think so… little of you."
"Don’t start that shit with me, you bastard," Edward hissed in response. "Explain to me why Hawkeye has mono!"
Roy looked at the boy and blinked.
Was he hearing right? Edward Elric, violent tendencies and all, had broken into his house and assaulted him just because he heard that Hawkeye was sick?
He repeated the question aloud and got a scowl in response while strong hands gripped the lapels of his pajamas roughly.
"Yes! I want to know why the hell Hawkeye has it instead of... instead... Instead of her being healthy and in the office..." He finished the rant rather lamely, a slight blush across his cheek due to his near slip-up.
"She probably has it due to kissing the wrong person... It is the 'kissing disease', after all..."
"Damn it, Mustang! Can't you keep your pants on around anyone?!" Ed said, slamming the dark-haired man against the headboard as he growled his frustration.
"I didn't get her sick, Fullmetal. She got me sick."
"What difference does it make? You still kissed her!" he pointed out.
"You can catch mono from more things that just kissing. The germs can be passed on by breathing the same air in a confined space or by sharing the same cup, for example. Both of which we do."
Edward looked at the man and blinked.
"Are you saying you didn't kiss her?" he asked.
"I didn't kiss her," Roy confirmed.
Ed released his hold on Roy's shirt and fidgeted nervously -all signs of his previous anger vanishing at the confession. Looking Mustang straight in the eye, he took a deep breath and said, "Oh."
Rolling his eyes, Roy ran a finger over his still-sore nose - he didn't think it was broken - and offered his current annoyance a half hearted glare before grabbing the blonde's red overcoat and pulling him down into a rough tongue-filled kiss.
Edward put up the expected struggle, though the lack of a fist connecting with his face told him that it was just for show.
As soon as Mustang released him, Edward jumped back and nearly fell off the bed, quickly he scrub at his mouth with his sleeve as if something disgusting, like milk, had touched his lips.
The colonel assumed that was all for show, too. Though, considering that he had been bedridden for the past few days and remained unwashed, unshaved, and probably looked half-dead thanks to the illness, it wouldn't be overly surprising if the expression on Ed's face was one of true disgust.
He almost felt bad about kissing him while in such a state, but the dull ache in his nose reminded him that the boy deserved no sympathy.
"What was that for, you pervert!?" Edward asked in his typically loud, Fullmetal way.
"I just thought Hawkeye might feel better knowing she wasn't the only one that caught mono from a kiss," Roy answered in his typically smug, colonel tone.
"I don't care what you think, you bas... - Wait, she got it from kissing, right? Who the hell did she catch it from?"
"I believe Havoc is currently out with the same sickness."
Stepping away from the bed startled, he stood there looking dumbstruck for a while before staring at the colonel as if he was nuts.
"Havoc and Hawkeye? No kidding?"
"No kidding."
Shaking his head in a disapproving manner, he turned away from the man and started walking towards the door, stopping once his gloved hand rested upon the golden knob.
"Talk about fucked-up relationships, huh? Damn, it makes you wonder what the hell people are thinking... Well, anyway..." He looked over his shoulder at the sick man. "Sorry about punching you and stuff. Hope you feel better soon..."
"If by 'soon' you mean 'three or four weeks'... yes, I'm sure I will."
"Three or four weeks?! Mono lasts a month and you fucking kissed me?!"
"Yes. Try and top that, Fullmetal."
"Bastard," Edward snarled, and slammed the door on the way out.
The colonel grinned a smug, content smile.
He might have been sick this Valentine's Day, but he still managed to get a cute young blond to jump into bed with him and make out.
Yeah, he was a stud. And with that thought in mind, he laid back down and attempted to get some much needed sleep.