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Kataomoi Chap. 8 - In which Mustang finally gets it
Kataomoi Ch 8: In which Mustang finally gets it
Author: AkaiNagi
Genre: Romance/Angst/Humor (little for everyone)
Pairing: RoyEd
Rating: So far PG-13 for Ed's dirty mouth
AN: Yeah, a little short this time. I have a harder time writing Roy than Ed. Next chappy coming soon.
When the hell did this happen?
Roy Mustang stood alone in his office, his eyes following the disappearing Fullmetal. He tried to come up with some explanation for the younger alchemist’s behavior other than the obvious, but came up dry.
The dilated pupils, the heavy breathing, the nervousness, the hasty retreat.
If his varied and considerable experience in the subject of human attraction was correct, there was only one conclusion to draw.
He has the hots for me, Mustang thought incredulously. He didn’t even realize that the thought was bringing a slightly predatory smile to his face. Ed was actually getting snug in the drawers because of him. Incredible.
He probably shouldn’t be as flattered as he was by this realization. He also probably should in no way consider allowing it to go any further than a one-sided adolescent crush. There was every reason in the world why courting the Fullmetal Alchemist was an insane, nearly suicidal idea. Ed was too young, he was a subordinate, and clearly had no idea how to deal with even his own sexuality.
He was also one of the most stunning creatures Roy had ever set eyes on, male or female, full of the kind of fire that made you want to dive in and see how hot it burned. What would it feel like to tap that boundless energy? he wondered wistfully. Unbind that permanent braid and bury his face in the honeyed locks.
Mustang looked out his office window in time to catch a glimpse of the young alchemist bounding out of the front of HQ and down the steps, the ever-present red coat making him an easy mark. He continued to follow the slight figure until it disappeared from view. Roy sighed. Whatever else this mutual attraction might be, it was definitely a complication. It would be one thing if Ed could keep control of his raging hormones and practice some subtlety. But Edward never was good at artifice where his emotions were concerned. All you had to do was call him short to get ample, high-volume evidence of that fact.
The temptation to pursue the older Elric brother was strong, despite all wisdom to the contrary. But thankfully Roy had the self-control that Ed lacked. Could he bring himself to be responsible for stealing the last vestige of innocence the teenager had left? He was the adult. The responsible one. Actively pursuing the other alchemist felt vaguely like pederasty.
The alternative was to wait for Ed to come to him, even if that never happened. Right now it was far more likely that Ed would continue to run away from him than toward him. Of course, starting tomorrow, the two alchemists would be seeing quite a bit of each other. The prospect of a daily game of sexual cat and mouse gave him a sense of anticipation that he hadn’t felt for anyone, male or female, in a long time. If there had been anyone in the office with the Colonel, they would have seen the mother of all smirks spread across his face.
Edward Elric wanted him. But did he want him enough to make the first move?
The flame was there, all Mustang had to do was fan it a little.
Flames were his specialty, after all.
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
AN: Yeah, a little short this time. I have a harder time writing Roy than Ed. Next chappy coming soon.
When the hell did this happen?
Roy Mustang stood alone in his office, his eyes following the disappearing Fullmetal. He tried to come up with some explanation for the younger alchemist’s behavior other than the obvious, but came up dry.
The dilated pupils, the heavy breathing, the nervousness, the hasty retreat.
If his varied and considerable experience in the subject of human attraction was correct, there was only one conclusion to draw.
He has the hots for me, Mustang thought incredulously. He didn’t even realize that the thought was bringing a slightly predatory smile to his face. Ed was actually getting snug in the drawers because of him. Incredible.
He probably shouldn’t be as flattered as he was by this realization. He also probably should in no way consider allowing it to go any further than a one-sided adolescent crush. There was every reason in the world why courting the Fullmetal Alchemist was an insane, nearly suicidal idea. Ed was too young, he was a subordinate, and clearly had no idea how to deal with even his own sexuality.
He was also one of the most stunning creatures Roy had ever set eyes on, male or female, full of the kind of fire that made you want to dive in and see how hot it burned. What would it feel like to tap that boundless energy? he wondered wistfully. Unbind that permanent braid and bury his face in the honeyed locks.
Mustang looked out his office window in time to catch a glimpse of the young alchemist bounding out of the front of HQ and down the steps, the ever-present red coat making him an easy mark. He continued to follow the slight figure until it disappeared from view. Roy sighed. Whatever else this mutual attraction might be, it was definitely a complication. It would be one thing if Ed could keep control of his raging hormones and practice some subtlety. But Edward never was good at artifice where his emotions were concerned. All you had to do was call him short to get ample, high-volume evidence of that fact.
The temptation to pursue the older Elric brother was strong, despite all wisdom to the contrary. But thankfully Roy had the self-control that Ed lacked. Could he bring himself to be responsible for stealing the last vestige of innocence the teenager had left? He was the adult. The responsible one. Actively pursuing the other alchemist felt vaguely like pederasty.
The alternative was to wait for Ed to come to him, even if that never happened. Right now it was far more likely that Ed would continue to run away from him than toward him. Of course, starting tomorrow, the two alchemists would be seeing quite a bit of each other. The prospect of a daily game of sexual cat and mouse gave him a sense of anticipation that he hadn’t felt for anyone, male or female, in a long time. If there had been anyone in the office with the Colonel, they would have seen the mother of all smirks spread across his face.
Edward Elric wanted him. But did he want him enough to make the first move?
The flame was there, all Mustang had to do was fan it a little.
Flames were his specialty, after all.
Previous chapters can be found HERE