Dirty Mind
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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
1
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8,124
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22
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Currently Reading:
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Dirty Mind
Roy was striding down the hall toward the room assigned to the Elrics, annoyed he had to fetch Edward himself. But it couldn’t be helped, he needed to speak to the boy in private about what exactly had happened the previous night - about the events that had led to Alphonse’s perfect restoration. Their room should be safer for discussion than his office at least. He was close when he started to hear their bickering.
“Come on Niisan, you can swallow it.”
“No! I won’t! It’s gross!”
“Well you can’t spit it out! It’ll make a mess and Winry will know!”
“Leave me alone then! Get off me!”
Roy shook his head, clearing away the disturbing – although vaguely attractive – ideas these ambiguous words raised in his mind. Perhaps Hughes was right and he was a pervert. It wasn’t hard to guess the Elrics were actually talking about milk, shesh. They were brothers too. It wasn’t like they would do the kind of things that had flashed through his mind.
Roy opened the door. “Edward, I need a word with y-“ The man stilled, staring at the brothers on the bed. They wore nothing but boxers and Alphonse was straddling Edward, hands on his shoulders. Okay. Maybe that hadn’t been about milk.
The boys stared back, Al blushing and Ed scowling, “Hey, you could, like, knock, Colonel.”
“What are you-?”
More confused and embarrassed staring.
Alphonse blinked and reached to the bedside to level up a glass of milk. “Um, trying to make my brother drink his milk? Why, what did you think we were-?” He made a strange face at the older man.
Roy mentally slapped himself. “Ah, of course. Edward, I’ll see you in my office in half an hour. That’s an order.” He left hastily, still remarkably composed.
The boys were silent until they couldn’t heart any footsteps anymore.
“Good thinking, Al…”
Alphonse sighed in relief. “Just this once, I’m glad you didn’t drink your milk, Niisan…”
“Yeah…” Edward pushed the glass away. “Ugg, don’t wave that in my face. Put it back on the table. It’s gross.”
The younger boy narrowed his eyes as something occurred to him. “Please don’t tell me you refuse to swallow because it looks like milk?”
Ed weakly protested. “No…it’s just…white…and gross…”
Alphonse slapped a hand to his face, discouraged. “Alphonse Elric the Armored Alchemist, died a virgin due to his lover’s fear of ‘white stuff’.”
“Ah, shut up.”
“Come on Niisan, you can swallow it.”
“No! I won’t! It’s gross!”
“Well you can’t spit it out! It’ll make a mess and Winry will know!”
“Leave me alone then! Get off me!”
Roy shook his head, clearing away the disturbing – although vaguely attractive – ideas these ambiguous words raised in his mind. Perhaps Hughes was right and he was a pervert. It wasn’t hard to guess the Elrics were actually talking about milk, shesh. They were brothers too. It wasn’t like they would do the kind of things that had flashed through his mind.
Roy opened the door. “Edward, I need a word with y-“ The man stilled, staring at the brothers on the bed. They wore nothing but boxers and Alphonse was straddling Edward, hands on his shoulders. Okay. Maybe that hadn’t been about milk.
The boys stared back, Al blushing and Ed scowling, “Hey, you could, like, knock, Colonel.”
“What are you-?”
More confused and embarrassed staring.
Alphonse blinked and reached to the bedside to level up a glass of milk. “Um, trying to make my brother drink his milk? Why, what did you think we were-?” He made a strange face at the older man.
Roy mentally slapped himself. “Ah, of course. Edward, I’ll see you in my office in half an hour. That’s an order.” He left hastily, still remarkably composed.
The boys were silent until they couldn’t heart any footsteps anymore.
“Good thinking, Al…”
Alphonse sighed in relief. “Just this once, I’m glad you didn’t drink your milk, Niisan…”
“Yeah…” Edward pushed the glass away. “Ugg, don’t wave that in my face. Put it back on the table. It’s gross.”
The younger boy narrowed his eyes as something occurred to him. “Please don’t tell me you refuse to swallow because it looks like milk?”
Ed weakly protested. “No…it’s just…white…and gross…”
Alphonse slapped a hand to his face, discouraged. “Alphonse Elric the Armored Alchemist, died a virgin due to his lover’s fear of ‘white stuff’.”
“Ah, shut up.”