Trials Vol.1: The Sun Behind the Clouds
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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
16
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9,537
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15
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Cafeteria Confrontation
Disclaimer: I don’t own FMA. If you want to sue me though, feel free. Then jump on my boy Justin’s nuts when you’re done! J/k...don’t hurt me.
Roy sat in the military cafeteria, hiding from Hawkeye. He hadn\'t finished the paperwork, and was loath to face the enraged woman. As he drank his juice, he felt something on his cheek. He turned to face an even more enraged Ed, or more precisely, Ed’s finger.
“Youuuuu....you son of a FUCKING WHORE!!!” Ed screamed. The cafeteria paused for a moment, and then saw it was Ed screaming and continued with its usual hustle and bustle. “Ed, nice to see you, especially when I didn’t want company,” Mustang said smiling. “Tell me again Ed, why is my mother a whore?” he asked, sounding genuinely curious.
Ed was so mad, he was shaking. He had received news from Hughes on the sly that Al went to some undisclosed location for a few weeks, a mission so secretive that even Hughes didn’t know about it. If Al was in the throes of danger, Mustang was going to receive a whole heap of ass kicking- starting now. Ed ignored the question and sat across from Mustang and stared at his auto-mail, trying to calm down.
“Tell me o\'mighty Colonel, where did you send Al, why, and for what reason was I not sent with him? I mean when I woke up this morning my BROTHER was GONE!!!” Ed shrieked. Mustang held up 3 fingers, one for each of Ed’s questions. “Not. Your. Business.” he said, placing his forefinger on each of his 3 raised fingers. Ed pointed at him. “Fuck you, fuck your juice, and fuck your ashy ass fingers. No wonder you’re the ‘Flame fucking Alchemist.’ I bet fire shoots out of that flat ass of yours when you fart.”
Out of nowhere loud laughing came from Hughes, even a chuckle from the usually stoic Hawkeye. Roy wanted to murder them all and send their ashes out to sea. To keep from doing so, he stood quietly and walked out, trying his best to look dignified.
“Uh oh,” Hughes stated in his cheerful voice. “Ed made Roy-Roy mad. Edward, play nice,” Hughes instructed, pointing at Ed. Ed waved his hand in the direction Mustang was walking in. “Fuck him, and his stupid ass. He\'s nothing more than a brown-noser. He\'s probably spinning around on Bradley\'s dick as we speak,” Ed turned and stomped off. Hawkeye and Hughes both looked at each other, wondering what exactly the hell they just witnessed.
Roy turned at the library and sat on the steps. He wasn’t even the least upset by Ed’s outburst. In fact, he was admiring Ed’s features the whole time the teenager was screaming at him.
‘I never noticed how beautiful Ed’s eyes were, or how soft his hair looked.’ Roy thought and then shook his head. He wasn’t gay, far from it. He was more in the ‘I’ve got hoes in different area codes’ type of guy. Still, he saw something in Ed today, something that made his pants tighten around the crotch. Another thing that made him wonder was the fact he was smiling and..humming a tune?! Roy shook his head again and walked back towards his office, opting to multitask instead of handling the semi-erect bulge under his blue jacket.
On the other side of the base in he and Al’s dorm room, Ed couldn’t help but think of Roy. “Why am I thinking of that bastard?” Ed mused aloud. There was something about getting in a verbal altercation that always made Ed slightly horny. Maybe it was because he was getting older, maybe it was because he was a weirdo. He imagined Roy, his lips, those ashy fingers of his playing with his long golden tresses, and frankly, it turned Ed on. Then Ed laughed, for being with Roy was an impossibility. He smiled, then rolled over to take a nap in Al’s bed, because it was bigger and softer than his own. “I’ll find out where Al is,” he said sleepily and yawned. Then, lids heavy, his golden orbs closed to sleep.
Roy sat in the military cafeteria, hiding from Hawkeye. He hadn\'t finished the paperwork, and was loath to face the enraged woman. As he drank his juice, he felt something on his cheek. He turned to face an even more enraged Ed, or more precisely, Ed’s finger.
“Youuuuu....you son of a FUCKING WHORE!!!” Ed screamed. The cafeteria paused for a moment, and then saw it was Ed screaming and continued with its usual hustle and bustle. “Ed, nice to see you, especially when I didn’t want company,” Mustang said smiling. “Tell me again Ed, why is my mother a whore?” he asked, sounding genuinely curious.
Ed was so mad, he was shaking. He had received news from Hughes on the sly that Al went to some undisclosed location for a few weeks, a mission so secretive that even Hughes didn’t know about it. If Al was in the throes of danger, Mustang was going to receive a whole heap of ass kicking- starting now. Ed ignored the question and sat across from Mustang and stared at his auto-mail, trying to calm down.
“Tell me o\'mighty Colonel, where did you send Al, why, and for what reason was I not sent with him? I mean when I woke up this morning my BROTHER was GONE!!!” Ed shrieked. Mustang held up 3 fingers, one for each of Ed’s questions. “Not. Your. Business.” he said, placing his forefinger on each of his 3 raised fingers. Ed pointed at him. “Fuck you, fuck your juice, and fuck your ashy ass fingers. No wonder you’re the ‘Flame fucking Alchemist.’ I bet fire shoots out of that flat ass of yours when you fart.”
Out of nowhere loud laughing came from Hughes, even a chuckle from the usually stoic Hawkeye. Roy wanted to murder them all and send their ashes out to sea. To keep from doing so, he stood quietly and walked out, trying his best to look dignified.
“Uh oh,” Hughes stated in his cheerful voice. “Ed made Roy-Roy mad. Edward, play nice,” Hughes instructed, pointing at Ed. Ed waved his hand in the direction Mustang was walking in. “Fuck him, and his stupid ass. He\'s nothing more than a brown-noser. He\'s probably spinning around on Bradley\'s dick as we speak,” Ed turned and stomped off. Hawkeye and Hughes both looked at each other, wondering what exactly the hell they just witnessed.
Roy turned at the library and sat on the steps. He wasn’t even the least upset by Ed’s outburst. In fact, he was admiring Ed’s features the whole time the teenager was screaming at him.
‘I never noticed how beautiful Ed’s eyes were, or how soft his hair looked.’ Roy thought and then shook his head. He wasn’t gay, far from it. He was more in the ‘I’ve got hoes in different area codes’ type of guy. Still, he saw something in Ed today, something that made his pants tighten around the crotch. Another thing that made him wonder was the fact he was smiling and..humming a tune?! Roy shook his head again and walked back towards his office, opting to multitask instead of handling the semi-erect bulge under his blue jacket.
On the other side of the base in he and Al’s dorm room, Ed couldn’t help but think of Roy. “Why am I thinking of that bastard?” Ed mused aloud. There was something about getting in a verbal altercation that always made Ed slightly horny. Maybe it was because he was getting older, maybe it was because he was a weirdo. He imagined Roy, his lips, those ashy fingers of his playing with his long golden tresses, and frankly, it turned Ed on. Then Ed laughed, for being with Roy was an impossibility. He smiled, then rolled over to take a nap in Al’s bed, because it was bigger and softer than his own. “I’ll find out where Al is,” he said sleepily and yawned. Then, lids heavy, his golden orbs closed to sleep.