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Kataomoi Ch. 7 - In which Mustang gets too close for comfort
Kataomoi Ch 7: In which Mustang gets too close for comfort
Author: AkaiNagi
Genre: Romance/Angst/Humor (little for everyone)
Pairing: RoyEd
Rating: So far PG-13 for Ed's dirty mouth
*”My office, oh-nine hundred, Fullmetal. I’ve got a job for you. Don’t be late.”*
Ed examined his watch for the third time in as many minutes. Quarter past nine. And after Mustang was so high and mighty last night. He clenched his teeth in annoyance. He was probably keeping him waiting on purpose. Getting even for Ed avoiding him all day yesterday. Ed had spent the day stewing and hiding like a coward. Now he couldn’t wait to get this over with. He might even be on a train this afternoon, if he was lucky. He and Al, on the road, all right with the world again, miles away from Central and the man that had given Ed more grief in the last three days than he would have thought possible. And the colonel had given him a lot of grief.
And while it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his chest, having come clean to Al about his sordid secrets, it had taken multiple reassurances from his big brother to convince him that Ed wasn’t delivering himself into the hands of potential molestation.
It’s not like he’s the one attracted to me, he had assured Al. And I still hate his military, blue-uniformed guts. Nothing’s going to happen.
Nothing.
Finally the door to the Colonel’s office swung open and out marched Hawkeye, looking as prim and militaristic as usual. Ed took the opportunity to apologize for nearly running her over on the fateful day that all of this started.
Hawkeye smiled graciously, “Don’t mention it Edward. I could tell you were in a hurry.”
Oh, but wouldn’t you be surprised if you knew why, Ed thought to himself grimly as he watched the woman’s retreating back.
Four steps brought him to the office door; six more steps brought him across the Colonel’s oversized office to a carefully gauged distance from the man himself. Ed figured it was as far away as he could stand without actually appearing to be avoiding the man. A respectful distance minus the respect.
Mustang was making a show of not looking up from his paperwork. Far be it from Ed to pass up the opportunity for the first jab.
Ed smiled smugly. “Running late already? What’d you do you lazy Colonel? Fall asleep again?”
Mustang added a signature to one last document before looking up. “It’s called working, Fullmetal. Something you might be doing right now if you had come in yesterday like you were supposed to.”
He had no answer for that. “Just make with the assignment already. Where am I going?”
It was Mustang’s turn to smirk this time. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. His every mannerism told Ed that he was about to receive some very unwelcome news courtesy of the Colonel. As if he hadn’t had enough of that in the last few days.
“Going, Fullmetal? What makes you think you’re going anywhere?”
The bastard was trying to throw him. Not going to work. Ed was onto him. “You said last night you had a mission for me? So what backwater Podunk am I headed for this time?”
The smirk widened. “You, my Fullmetal friend, are staying right here in Central.”
“Eh?” He wasn’t going anywhere?
Mustang rose from his desk, holding a fairly thick dossier. “Your job is right here in Central.” He held the folder out to Ed, who, upon deciding it really wasn’t going to bite him, took it in hand. Mustang was standing too close to him for comfort, but he would be damned if he would back away. He flipped open the file and pretended to scan it.
“Joshua Kellig, the Green Earth Alchemist. Specialty in biological alchemy, especially plant life.”
Edward could actually smell the other man. Roy Mustang had a smell. Aftershave mixed with something else he couldn’t name. Ed commended himself on keeping his voice rock steady. “What of him?” Ed asked flippantly.
“No one’s seen him since last week,” Mustang elaborated. “His lab is in shambles and all of his notes are in code.”
Ed couldn’t stand that smell anymore. He nonchalantly ambled over to the window, still pretending to read the folder. Please don’t let him follow me. “And this is my problem how? We need leads on the Philosopher’s Stone, not a missing Dirt Alchemist.”
Mustang sighed. “Green Earth Alchemist. And we have reasons to believe he may have been researching human transmutation.”
That got Ed’s full and complete attention. He turned so fast his braid fanned out behind him. “What? How?”
Mustang shrugged, leaning back against his desk, “That’s what we hope his notes can reveal, if you can decode them. It also might be nice to know if the man himself is alive or dead.”
“So you want Al and I to decode his notes, find out what he was doing and what happened to him?”
“In a nutshell, yes. And make no mistake Fullmetal,” Mustang, despite Ed’s silent pleas, advanced on the younger alchemist. “This case is important to both me and those above me.” He advanced closer, too close, even closer than before when Ed could smell the man’s aftershave.
The Colonel bent down, eye level with Ed, their faces a scant few inches apart, no hint of the usual smirk on the older man’s face. “I expect regular updates. Daily even. I don’t appreciate it when my alchemists avoid me. It makes my job difficult. Am I understood?”
Too close. Way too close. He could see the texture of the man’s lips for god’s sake. Ed was mesmerized. He was thrown back in time to last night, only now it wasn’t his own finger the Colonel placed in his mouth, but Ed’s. No, not Ed’s finger, but Ed’s own lips. Tongue licking, lips massaging, teeth lightly biting. What would it feel like? And then after his lips came his neck-
“Understood.” It came out too loud and high pitched, Ed knew, but it was the best he could do under the circumstances. He was surprised his vocal cords were functioning at all. He decided to see if his legs worked as well. They did. All the better for getting the hell out of here before he did something he would never live down.
Mustang’s voice followed him into the hallway, “Eighteen hundred tomorrow, Fullmetal. Your first report. Don’t be late!”
Previous chapters can be found HERE
Author: AkaiNagi
Genre: Romance/Angst/Humor (little for everyone)
Pairing: RoyEd
Rating: So far PG-13 for Ed's dirty mouth
*”My office, oh-nine hundred, Fullmetal. I’ve got a job for you. Don’t be late.”*
Ed examined his watch for the third time in as many minutes. Quarter past nine. And after Mustang was so high and mighty last night. He clenched his teeth in annoyance. He was probably keeping him waiting on purpose. Getting even for Ed avoiding him all day yesterday. Ed had spent the day stewing and hiding like a coward. Now he couldn’t wait to get this over with. He might even be on a train this afternoon, if he was lucky. He and Al, on the road, all right with the world again, miles away from Central and the man that had given Ed more grief in the last three days than he would have thought possible. And the colonel had given him a lot of grief.
And while it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his chest, having come clean to Al about his sordid secrets, it had taken multiple reassurances from his big brother to convince him that Ed wasn’t delivering himself into the hands of potential molestation.
It’s not like he’s the one attracted to me, he had assured Al. And I still hate his military, blue-uniformed guts. Nothing’s going to happen.
Nothing.
Finally the door to the Colonel’s office swung open and out marched Hawkeye, looking as prim and militaristic as usual. Ed took the opportunity to apologize for nearly running her over on the fateful day that all of this started.
Hawkeye smiled graciously, “Don’t mention it Edward. I could tell you were in a hurry.”
Oh, but wouldn’t you be surprised if you knew why, Ed thought to himself grimly as he watched the woman’s retreating back.
Four steps brought him to the office door; six more steps brought him across the Colonel’s oversized office to a carefully gauged distance from the man himself. Ed figured it was as far away as he could stand without actually appearing to be avoiding the man. A respectful distance minus the respect.
Mustang was making a show of not looking up from his paperwork. Far be it from Ed to pass up the opportunity for the first jab.
Ed smiled smugly. “Running late already? What’d you do you lazy Colonel? Fall asleep again?”
Mustang added a signature to one last document before looking up. “It’s called working, Fullmetal. Something you might be doing right now if you had come in yesterday like you were supposed to.”
He had no answer for that. “Just make with the assignment already. Where am I going?”
It was Mustang’s turn to smirk this time. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. His every mannerism told Ed that he was about to receive some very unwelcome news courtesy of the Colonel. As if he hadn’t had enough of that in the last few days.
“Going, Fullmetal? What makes you think you’re going anywhere?”
The bastard was trying to throw him. Not going to work. Ed was onto him. “You said last night you had a mission for me? So what backwater Podunk am I headed for this time?”
The smirk widened. “You, my Fullmetal friend, are staying right here in Central.”
“Eh?” He wasn’t going anywhere?
Mustang rose from his desk, holding a fairly thick dossier. “Your job is right here in Central.” He held the folder out to Ed, who, upon deciding it really wasn’t going to bite him, took it in hand. Mustang was standing too close to him for comfort, but he would be damned if he would back away. He flipped open the file and pretended to scan it.
“Joshua Kellig, the Green Earth Alchemist. Specialty in biological alchemy, especially plant life.”
Edward could actually smell the other man. Roy Mustang had a smell. Aftershave mixed with something else he couldn’t name. Ed commended himself on keeping his voice rock steady. “What of him?” Ed asked flippantly.
“No one’s seen him since last week,” Mustang elaborated. “His lab is in shambles and all of his notes are in code.”
Ed couldn’t stand that smell anymore. He nonchalantly ambled over to the window, still pretending to read the folder. Please don’t let him follow me. “And this is my problem how? We need leads on the Philosopher’s Stone, not a missing Dirt Alchemist.”
Mustang sighed. “Green Earth Alchemist. And we have reasons to believe he may have been researching human transmutation.”
That got Ed’s full and complete attention. He turned so fast his braid fanned out behind him. “What? How?”
Mustang shrugged, leaning back against his desk, “That’s what we hope his notes can reveal, if you can decode them. It also might be nice to know if the man himself is alive or dead.”
“So you want Al and I to decode his notes, find out what he was doing and what happened to him?”
“In a nutshell, yes. And make no mistake Fullmetal,” Mustang, despite Ed’s silent pleas, advanced on the younger alchemist. “This case is important to both me and those above me.” He advanced closer, too close, even closer than before when Ed could smell the man’s aftershave.
The Colonel bent down, eye level with Ed, their faces a scant few inches apart, no hint of the usual smirk on the older man’s face. “I expect regular updates. Daily even. I don’t appreciate it when my alchemists avoid me. It makes my job difficult. Am I understood?”
Too close. Way too close. He could see the texture of the man’s lips for god’s sake. Ed was mesmerized. He was thrown back in time to last night, only now it wasn’t his own finger the Colonel placed in his mouth, but Ed’s. No, not Ed’s finger, but Ed’s own lips. Tongue licking, lips massaging, teeth lightly biting. What would it feel like? And then after his lips came his neck-
“Understood.” It came out too loud and high pitched, Ed knew, but it was the best he could do under the circumstances. He was surprised his vocal cords were functioning at all. He decided to see if his legs worked as well. They did. All the better for getting the hell out of here before he did something he would never live down.
Mustang’s voice followed him into the hallway, “Eighteen hundred tomorrow, Fullmetal. Your first report. Don’t be late!”
Previous chapters can be found HERE