[Fic] Principles, Cold Toes

Title: Principles
Author: gravitykills (storia)
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None. (I, um, think.)
Summary: Roy is a very chivalrous man.
Notes: Hallo, hallo. First time posting here, glad to see finally a Roy x Ed community. (I found every other pairing under the sun, but no active Roy x Ed!) So here are two small things I wrote. I'm posting them both in one entry to save space and minds. ^^


Roy Mustang was a man of principles. He believed chivalry was not dead. Unlike most men, when he was attracted to a woman, he did not sway her with lies or promises he never intended to fulfill. He took his time with them. He was patient. Expensive dinners, box opera seats, a horse drawn carriage through the city in winter. Silly romantic things like that women gobbled up, and Havoc and Breda rolled their eyes at him for in the morning.

There was no reason why that should have been any different when it was a man he was attracted to.

But he was certainly no saint, and in those years he waited (he was patient, of course) there were moments he wondered what it would be like to kiss that scowling mouth and run his fingers through that blonde hair. He had become a master at quieting such thoughts, and when he looked at the younger man, glaring up at him, brown eyes furious, or a quiet sort of acceptance, he thought of one of his numerous female companions he could call up that night for a date.

And because he was a man of principles, he made up his mind he would not act on any such feelings. Not until a certain point, anyway.

Time passed, and it came to be the afternoon of Edward Elric's eighteenth birthday. The candles were blown out, presents torn open, wrapping paper littering the floor of the Rockbell home, and several stomachs filled with enough cake and ice cream that some were complaining they were going to not going to enjoy it so much coming up the wrong way. Roy stepped outside of the house, away from the casual talk and arm wrestling matches between Armstrong and Breda, and found Edward there on the porch.

The child he had once known was really a young man now, but when he turned to face him, mouth spreading into a grin, he could still see that person in him.

"What did you get me for my birthday, Taisa?" he asked, insisting to call him by the title he knew so well though Mustang was now the brigadier general.

"Milk jugs are difficult to wrap," Roy answered. Once it would have sent the boy into such a fury his brother would have to hold him back. But Alphonse was no longer bigger and stronger than his older brother, and Edward had calmed in three years. He only grinned.

"Well..." The general shrugged his shoulders. "There's only one thing I wanted to give you."

He moved closer to the younger man, lifting a hand to cup his chin. The grin melted away, replaced by confusion, but Ed didn't move away.

He was taller now, but not tall enough, and Roy had to lean down to close the distance between them. The kiss was slow and chaste. Roy pulled away almost as soon as their lips touched and smirked.

"Happy birthday, Edward."

It was something he had wanted to do for three years, but he waited all that time until Ed was old enough to understand.

Roy Mustang was, after all, a man of principles.

Title: Cold Toes
Author: gravitykills (storia)
Rating: PG (maybe 13, and only for two men being in bed together)
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Ed is cold. Roy mocks.
Notes: Inspired by chats with a friend of mine. Enjoy! ^^


How somewhere between Central Headquarters and his home Edward had lost his familiar red jacket remained a mystery to Roy. Why the younger man continued to walk down the street, hands shoved in his pockets, shoulders shaking, and still refused to admit to the cold was equally puzzling. Add it up to Fullmetal being a stubborn child sometimes, maybe.

In any case, Ed said nothing and so Roy indulged him, not reaching out to slip a warm hand around that one cold shoulder and frozen steel, nor offering him his jacket. Ed could have it the way he wanted it.

He was somewhat bemused then, when he emerged from his bathroom to find a most definitely Fullmetal shaped lump burrowed into the folds of his discarded uniform. The younger man wore the jacket like a cloak; he had grown since the time Roy had first met him, the top of his head very nearly coming to the brigadier general's chin, but still it was too large for him. Sleeves were folded over his shoulders and the hem piled into his lap. He seemed oddly content that way, Roy mused.

Dropping the towel he was running over his damp hair to the floor, the general crossed the room and sat down slowly at the edge of the bed, murmuring aloud, "I wonder where Fullmetal's disappeared to."

There was no answer, only the shift of material as Ed tugged the jacket up over blonde, messy hair. Roy smirked slightly and stood, moving to the head of the bed to pull down the sheets.

"He must have gone for a glass of milk."

Not until he had slipped under the sheets did Fullmetal make his move. He scrambled out from beneath the uniform jacket and immediately wormed his way under the covers. Once there, he attached himself firmly to the older man's side, automail and a single arm winding around his waist, a cheek pressing against his shoulder. The cold of the steel came as an abrupt shock after his warm shower, but Roy restrained from making noise and instead peered curiously down at the seventeen-year-old attached to him.

"Shuddap," Ed growled. "I hate milk."

Roy smiled. "Oh? There you are. I thought you'd been lost."

"Ha ha," the blonde drawled sarcastically. "So small you can't see me in the blankets. You're a riot, Colonel."

"Sometimes I think you walk around like that to have an excuse to attach yourself to me."

"You could have given me your jacket, you prick! You just let me walk around in the cold! I could have caught hypowhatever and died!"

The older man supplied helpfully, "Hypothermia." He paused. "I might have offered my coat if you were a woman. You aren't, are you?" He made a move to lift the sheets, glancing beneath them, and Fullmetal smacked a hand over his.

"No," he said, growling again, "just... argh." He trailed off into a curse, but not before nestling even closer. This time Roy did gasp as the steel slid across his back.

"You're cold."

"What the hell did I just get through telling you?"

"Yes." Roy shifted, trying to make himself comfortable with another body pressed so firmly against his. One arm worked its way under Ed and fingers curled around his still cold shoulder. "And who is to blame for that?"

"Nothing is ever my fault." The younger man was almost pouting as he said this.

"Not at all." Roy indulged him, suppressing a yawn.

"It's not. Bad stuff just happens. Boom. Like that."

Roy snorted.

"I'm haunted, you know." He said it matter-of-factly. Roy was unable to stifle his laughter.

"Shut up, Edward. Go to sleep."

"Just wait. It'll come after you, too."

The general moved to lay on his side, both arms sliding around the slowly warming body, and dropped his chin to rest on top of Fullmetal's head. He yawned once more, his eyes closing.

"I'm not concerned. I have an Edward-lump permanently attached to me to defend against such things."

Ed made an unintelligible sound and pulled the sheets up over his head.

"Yeah. It'll eat you."

"Of course. Good night, Fullmetal."

"'che. Good night, Colonel."

He held Edward like that through the night, warm and content, and didn't even complain about cold toes in the morning.