Fire is destruction itself. Without an alchemist's hand, it kills and tears down villages, cities and towns. Add it to a man and he becomes the wielder of it. Man itself is already dangerous enough, a few with flames at the beck and call is more threatening. Its meant to be hidden and pushed away. No one should see the secrets. I see that now.
[ Fullmetal Alchemist and Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood Roleplay blog for Colonel Roy Mustang. Please read the rules first before interacting with. M!A: Currently accepting Written by Charlie. ]
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♟‘…That was certainly a..new thing to try…’
Ed’s brow furrows when Mustang pushes the question of why the boy had trusted him with this. “Didn’t I just say that I didn’t want to run the risk of knocking someone up? Besides, unlike you, Mr. Playboy, I don’t have a whole harem full of willing volunteers.”
But the frustration doesn’t end there. The Colonel claims he doesn’t know why he’d done this, and — what’s worse — shifts the blame onto him! Muscles tensing, Ed pushes himself up (which doesn’t do wonders for his kinda sore ass) and outright glowers at Mustang… at which point the man denies the motivation of pedophilia and again blames Ed for what had happened. And that… that just about does it for Ed’s temper.
“Pushing it all on me, huh? Gee, Colonel, how mature of you. Answer me something: if this is my fault, why are we in your bed due to you inviting me to your place? If this is my fault, how come you’re the one who seduced me? You think I planned this out? Hell, no; I told you already that this wasn’t anything like what I’d expected was going to happen. I also told you that the only reason I went along with what you were doing was because my curiosity got the better of me and because you were touching me places and it felt good!”
And here the boy cracks an almost wicked smile. “For a man normally interested in women, you seemed to know an awful lot about how to get me to melt in your hands.”
♟The colonel rolls his eyes at the kid, folding his arms across his chest. "Most women know not to sleep with someone when they’re…at a weak moment in the month..” His cheeks had turned red saying that. No man like him would ever be comfortable mentioning the dreaded time. “And they don’t volunteer, Fullmetal.” He almost seemed depressed at the damn idea that they volenteered that he couldn’t have. “Trust me, things would be a lot easier if they did.”
Mustang’s eyes narrow at Ed. “Well, I don’t think this could’ve happened at a hotel where your brother currently is, Elric.” He pushed forward in his defense, unfolding his arms and placing an elbow either side of his body to support and hold himself up. “Besides, I usually fall asleep in my study, meaning my bed is only used for one thing. I don’t want to put that one thing to waste now, do I?” He asked head held proud with arrogance in his voice that was bound to piss anyone off. “And I’ll think you’ll find that one of the reasons you found it good was because this bed is the perfect one for that sort of thing. And I don’t have a brother in a full suit of armor watching me…”
Roy’s arrogant smile easily returns to his face. “Fullmetal, no one knows how to get a man moaning better than a man himself.” He smirks, almost showing off at how good his reply is before leaning back against the head of the bed, eyes closed as he rests his head against the wall above the board.
Ed had thought it had been a one-time fluke, what had happened between the Colonel and himself. He had thought things would be able to go back to normal between them, aside from the occasional awkward shared glance. He’d had his first time with a man; no big, right? He could just go back to his life without any further repercussions of that one night, and no one need ever know.
Apparently, however, Mustang is not on the same page with him. For reasons clearly not conveyed to Ed, the Colonel comes up to him at the end of the day, when the office has been cleared save for the two of them. The young blond’s about to ask what’s on Mustang’s mind when the world spins and, the next thing he knows, his back is flat against the nearest wall, pressed between it… and the Colonel.
Mustang moves against him, and Ed’s whole frame tingles. Shit, what is he supposed to do? If he were to say outright that he doesn’t want this, he thinks the Colonel would back off, but… well… is there any harm to letting him continue? It had felt so good the first time, and as long as no one catches them…
Trying not to think about it too much, Ed loops his arms around the Colonel’s shoulders in the effort to pull himself up. “C-couldn’t you have waited ’n’ asked me back to your place?” is his primary complaint. “This is kinda conspicuous, don’tcha think?”
Wait…
W A I T . . .
He’d just— and HE’D just—
Mustang had purposefully, deliberately, intentionally played him, like a fuckin’ violin. For the sake of some stupid r e p o r t ! ! !
Ed’s hands are shaking from the sheer humiliation of it, but quick on embarrassment’s heels is a rage so hot, the boy doubts that even the Flame Alchemist should dare tamper with this fire. Shock nearly takes his legs out from under him, but Ed leans against the wall until he is steady enough to stand at his full height (such as it is) and take a few strides in the direction of the soldier’s desk. Reaching into his coat pocket, the boy pulls out a lump of folded paper and throws it, without restraint, at Mustang’s hands, sending the rest of his papers scattered across the desk with the crosswind.
“There!” he growls with venom. “There is your goddamnedreport!”
Eyes blazing with wounded fury turn on that smug face, and Ed has every intention of letting this inferno rage until the Colonel understands the full weight of what he had just done.
"It’s making a lot more sense now: why you did what you did before.” His voice comes out surprisingly quiet now, but it has lost none of its intensity. “Yeah… why didn’t I see it sooner? You thought that, if you fucked me once, I’d be all wrapped around your finger, is that it? A puppy groveling at your fuckin’ feet? To think I trusted you…”
The volume comes rushing back as he slams his mismatched hands onto Mustang’s desk, sending the rest of his paperwork every which way.
"I TRUSTED YOU, AND FOR WHAT!!!? YOU HEARTLESS, COLD-BLOODED SON OF A BITCH!!!!” His fingers are itching to seize the man by the throat, and only the sparsest of restraints keeps him from doing so. He takes it out on the paperwork, swinging his arms to push everything off into heaps. By the time he’s through with that, his blood is still pumping with this tempest of emotions, and, though Ed would never admit to it, hot tears are stinging the corners of his eyes. Chest heaving with angry sobs that he won’t let loose, the young alchemist once again turns his gaze onto his commander, and something in the golden eyes seems almost broken, like the fire that Mustang himself had nurtured is in danger of flickering out.
"I’ve been an idiot to think I was anything more than a pawn to you.”
炎—The colonel’s eyebrows arch at the opposite alchemist’s reaction, his face devoid of all arrogance that his expression held. His hand then catching the piece of paper being thrown directly at him, eyes glancing at the pieces of paper that tuimble intop a mess around his desk and on the floor. Roy rose from his seat, anger contorted on his face.
His voice was cut off from the older Elric’s explanation, Roy’s expression returning to one of confusion. “You think that’s what the hell this is about?! You idiot! I just need the report to file away before it’s sent off to another unit to be investigated! The only person you’re a puppy to is currently the military!” His own voice came out in shouts, gaze becoming threatening as the boy throws a tantrum, Mustang’s eyes growing wide with anger when paperwork from his desk is sent everywhere.
Mustang’s teeth clench, fists following in anger by his sides before he stomps around his desk, holding the front of Edward’s shirt, fist clenched angrily in the material, and brought the younger alchemist’s face close to his own. “I don’t care what you think this is about, I am your superior officer, and you have no right to do that ! I want this mess cleaned up before the rest of my unit return!”
Of course he was puzzled by Edward’s reaction, but he forgot the alchemist was just a stupid kid. Perhaps he didn’t understand how adults entertained themselves or flirted. So much for Edward Elric being an adult, anyway. The colonel’s hand untwists itself from Edward’s shirt, his fingers still gripping on with rage slightly before he drops it, hoping to catch the kid unaware and tumbling onto the ground.
The flash of light and the loud ring was enough to get his attention, jut as she had planned. The metal plate covering the internal wiring of her left arm had been transmuted into a blade, which she stuck into his ribs once he had turned to face her. A wicked smirk came to her face as he fell to his knees, and she brought her hands together and transmuted the plate back to its original form. She could clean the blood off later.
“No hard feelings, Colonel,” she said with a shrug as if it were the most natural thig to do in this situation. “But at least you can die knowing exactly who killed you. Now just to make sure….” She crouched down and pulled a glove off of his hand, then slipped it into her pocket as she stood up. “Can’t have you incinerating me once I turn my back, now can I? Tch.”
She turned and began to walk away, whostling as she did. And it was a moment to celebrate, of course. Erika Swift had just killed Roy Mustang.
♟—Mustang groaned in pain as he rocked back and fourth, urging himself to keep his eyes open. His life depended on it. With too much strength used, he raised himself off the ground, another sound eliciting from him from his pain. His hands reached out to grip something for support, one then automatically returning to apply pressure to his wound, pushing the uniform to the blood and hoping to halt the flow.
“If this is your way of trying to kill me, its nothing…” Spaces were in between each of his words, clearly paining him to even use energy to speak as his teeth clenched after and his fist followed the action to bunch up a hand in his uniform. “I’ve had a Homunculus throw her nails as sharp as five daggers through me. This is pain, I’ll admit that. But not enough to kill me.” His breath caught in pain once more at the last word of his sentence, gasping in a breath. His hand visibly pressed harder to the wound, moments later Mustang falling to one knee again, in a position as if to propose to a woman.
His hand bowed, hand moving away from his blue-red stained uniform to see the wounds. He gulped down whatever came up his throat, something of fear or blood trying to cough it’s way up probably.
She groaned “ow what the? Where am I?” She coughed “I had no choice okay?” She stared the man down not realizing he was gonna harm her. “I really don’t like this at all.”
♟— Mustang rolled his eyes at her idiocy, sighing over-dramatically to himself and folding his arms over his chest. “You’ve been arrested. By the statae military, unfortunately. Anyone else and you might’ve survived. However, few people here work for the homunculi so news reaches them fast.”
♟—‘You know, chances are the Homunculi wont be happy with your non-conspicuous plan. They’ll set their sights after you.’ He stepped before her, a smirk on his lips from above her.
♟—The colonel swiftly turned on his heel, at an unfortunate time. The blade had struck him just above his right ab. His eyes had grown wide, staring at the face that held onto the blade. His gaze then slowly moved down to the blade, eyes barely regarding the damage and immediately thinking the worse at the sight of it. Pain suddenly struck him at the sight, falling to his knees and feeling the blade come loose to stay in the hand of the person who had hit him. His hands rushed to the wound, the wound leaking blood fast and soaking inbto his blue state military uniform.
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♟The colonel stumbled back and to the ground with a grunt, his head hitting the floor averagely hard. He groaned lifting his head and rubbing it uncomfortably, only then noticing the odd position he had struggled to get his hand from his side in. His eye cracked open slightly, both opening and growing wide at the face inches from him.
“…uh..”
He shuffled beneath her, the red tint coming to his cheeks momentarily.
The goddess raised her hands, knowing it was a sign humans use when one means that they do not intend harm. Squinting her eyes, she looked at his gloves. What…peculiar inscriptions of them. “I do apologize, beloved, as I did not intend to injure you in any way. I was merely, trying to get a sense of closeness.” She looked at him with pleading eyes. It was in her nature to feel the people she spoke to, to get a sense of them.
Shaking her head, Ana sighed. “Fallen from home, beloved. Fallen on Earth from the Skies, from my Heavens. All because I have sinned and loved the Baron of Death, when I shouldn’t have. You see, my dear, it is not good to mix the good and the bad of the world, for the consequences will never lean towards the virtue.”
♟—Eyebrows arched at her when she spoke her defense, Mustang’s expression to one taken over by confusion. “You need to know someone before you gain a sense of closeness with them.” He replied, his gaze turned hard again and his expression defensive over himself for protection and somewhat mean towards the woman. “Keep your hands to yourself here, no one takes kindly to woman suddenly wanting touch of another person that she’s never met before.”
Confusion returned to his face as she listened to his explanation. Homunculi certainly weren’t from the skies. Neither was God on their defense. He was across the doors of a gate. “I have enough knowledge to know the good and the bad don’t mix. Not in the way you do, but I know it can’t happen.” His voice carried a harsh tone.
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♟— Lips hit his faster than he could react, his back hitting the wall rather hard. His eyes widened before he recognized the face that had just pushed his back against the wall and began kissing him, his lips curling into an arrogant smile, even with the opposite’s on his own. His hands moved to her waist, then her thighs, gripping them before hoisting her up and holding her against his body, turning them around with little struggle and pushing Riza’s back to the wall.
She was smiling as he scrambled to gain his bearings. The intention hadn’t been to be so rough but Riza let it happen with the urgency that she undoubtably felt. As his lips curved into the trademark arrogant smirk she weaved her hands into his hair and gave a rough tug to the locks. There was no resistance given as he pulled her off her feet and turned, only echoing his movements by wrapping her legs around his hips.
♟—A chuckle elicited from his throat as she gave a rough tug to his hair, the reaction making him mentally remind himself to do it again when things got too soft. His kisses moved her mouth, down her jawline and collar bone and back up to near her ear, his voice coming out hoarse from the rough dominance from each of them between his kisses. “Havoc and-” Kiss. “Falman will be-” Kiss. “back in an hour,-” Kiss. “but Feury and-” Kiss. “Breda have returned home."
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4. Nose
♟Mustang chuckled as she placed a kiss on his nose, giving her his arrogant smile as soon as she pulled back and could see his face.
“Lieutenant, I know we’re in headquarters, but seeing as there’s no one else in this room with us, you could be less modest.”
He smirked, leaning closer to her and hovering his lips inches from her’s as if waiting.
There was no attempt to change her line of path. She was going to organize the office, and if that meant teasing Mustang then that was absolutely perfect. But threatening her with the return of two of their men? Clearly she had far more patience than he did right now.
Her eyes flashed to his, meeting them sidelong and heavy.
♟—His arrogant smile disappeared as she gave him a look. Definitely not the same as ‘do human transmutation and I’ll kill you’ look. Too evil for that. “Uh…Lieutenant, that look is far too devious and less Hawkeye at the moment. I have a feeling I should be afraid, correct?” He asked, an eyebrow raised at her as he attempted to hide his amused smirk, succeeding quite well the fake scared look across his expression (although, most of it seemed to be real).
