Chaos in Tangles
Title: Chaos in Tangles
Author: luciferhisaki
Rating: PG
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Roy Mustang/Edward Elric/Alphonse Elric
Summary: Roy choked on hair...
Disclaimer: You do not have a legal suit. So don't even try.
Notes: Beta'd by freaky_zero, my beloved hubby on LJ. ♥ Post-Alphonse restoration and AU-esque. ;p
† Chaos in Tangles †
Roy choked on hair-blond hair; two different sets, actually-jerking awake to spit the strands of hair out of his mouth, wondering how he just managed to almost die by choking. Again. Sitting up slightly, he looked down at the two blonds in his bed, musing on how the hair of both blonds could be so chaotic when they were normally so tame when the two blond alchemists were awake. He sighed lightly, noticing how the different shades of hair mingled together, almost tangling. A testimony in perspective that the two blonds he was in bed with would never be parted.
He raked a hand through his own short black locks, considerably longer than his younger years as a Colonel and a Major before, bangs brushing against his jaw line now. He knew he should cut it, though he had a suspicion that, maybe, the two blonds wanted him to grow out his hair so his own mane could tangle with theirs. (Oh please, like he wanted to let his unnecessary hair have murderous tendencies? And that’s what would happen if he grew it out.) He wasn’t that far off in his assumption, but he didn’t think it would do any good, really. He didn’t need to have physical manifestations of hair tangling to know that he wasn’t going anywhere. He could do without that sort of chaos really-would lessen the chances of him dying by strangulation, too.
Besides, his lovers’ tresses were already too chaotic. He swore that their manes had a mind of their own, always trying to choke him in some way; either going inside his mouth, or worse wrapping around his neck. It wasn’t that he hated that, per se, but there were times he wished he didn’t feel like he was being suffocated in his sleep. “Death by Hair” was hardly something Roy wanted as part of the epitaph on his tombstone, though he supposed there were worse ways to die.
Shaking his head, he chuckled softly, trying to keep quiet so as not to wake up his two younger men, not wanting to disturb their sleep. It had been a long day and despite how sexually active they were just hours before, Roy knew they needed their rest. (Especially since he knew how hard they pushed themselves when working on a project.) Roy would have loved to keep on sleeping but sometimes when he felt like choking, he knew that he had to wake up, just so he could breathe, but times like these, he didn’t mind.
Two blond alchemists were deeply asleep and wouldn’t wake up for anything save for his leaving in bed. They shouldn’t mind him watching over them both in their sleep. They had learned to trust each other intimately over the years and to them, it seemed natural that they would just fall in bed, into a relationship, albeit taboo in others’ eyes. It wasn’t every day one found himself in a threesome with the famous Elric brothers, who were also lovers as well as brothers to each other.
It was endearing in some cases, but other times, it felt like agony; when they decided to gang up on him when he didn’t need the extra “stress”, for example. However despite that, they did wonders for him, having repaired his broken spirit one too many times, pity he swore that their hair kept trying to keep killing more than all the assassination attempts he had in his life-before and after he achieved Fuhrer-ship.
Sighing, he brushed away the hair from their faces, smiling gently before glancing at the clock. Well into the night and dawn was a long ways off, but Roy didn’t care. He had his two suns in his bed and the hair of his lovers was a gleaming sunrise to him. It was interesting to always find them like this, even better to know that these two men were his to have and to hold, but Roy didn’t dare try to think he didn’t deserve them, not after all those hours, those days, those years of them trying to pound that information into his head; that despite their assassin-esque hair, they were his for the rest of his life and he was to be theirs.
Not that Roy minded anymore. He accepted them and their strange chaotic, suffocating night hair. Besides, Roy knew he wouldn’t mind dying in their arms. He actually hoped that when it was his time to leave for good, he would be in the company of his lovers, that their hair would finally be tamed and will surround him in a gold-like rain.
Pressing a kiss against each of their foreheads, Roy’s smile widened, his body shifting around before laying back down between his blond lovers, ready to fall back to sleep, a prayer to a god he didn’t believe in on his lips, praying that he wouldn’t be killed this night by their hair, praying for many years to come so he could spend more time with these twin suns.
Falling into slumber’s arms, he never noticed the strands of hair moving to wrap around his body, his biceps to be precise, holding the brunet close to the blonds’ bodies, the two Elrics moving slightly closer to their Fuhrer, to their lover.
Smiles graced all three of their faces.
† The End †
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Author: luciferhisaki
Rating: PG
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Roy Mustang/Edward Elric/Alphonse Elric
Summary: Roy choked on hair...
Disclaimer: You do not have a legal suit. So don't even try.
Notes: Beta'd by freaky_zero, my beloved hubby on LJ. ♥ Post-Alphonse restoration and AU-esque. ;p
† Chaos in Tangles †
Roy choked on hair-blond hair; two different sets, actually-jerking awake to spit the strands of hair out of his mouth, wondering how he just managed to almost die by choking. Again. Sitting up slightly, he looked down at the two blonds in his bed, musing on how the hair of both blonds could be so chaotic when they were normally so tame when the two blond alchemists were awake. He sighed lightly, noticing how the different shades of hair mingled together, almost tangling. A testimony in perspective that the two blonds he was in bed with would never be parted.
He raked a hand through his own short black locks, considerably longer than his younger years as a Colonel and a Major before, bangs brushing against his jaw line now. He knew he should cut it, though he had a suspicion that, maybe, the two blonds wanted him to grow out his hair so his own mane could tangle with theirs. (Oh please, like he wanted to let his unnecessary hair have murderous tendencies? And that’s what would happen if he grew it out.) He wasn’t that far off in his assumption, but he didn’t think it would do any good, really. He didn’t need to have physical manifestations of hair tangling to know that he wasn’t going anywhere. He could do without that sort of chaos really-would lessen the chances of him dying by strangulation, too.
Besides, his lovers’ tresses were already too chaotic. He swore that their manes had a mind of their own, always trying to choke him in some way; either going inside his mouth, or worse wrapping around his neck. It wasn’t that he hated that, per se, but there were times he wished he didn’t feel like he was being suffocated in his sleep. “Death by Hair” was hardly something Roy wanted as part of the epitaph on his tombstone, though he supposed there were worse ways to die.
Shaking his head, he chuckled softly, trying to keep quiet so as not to wake up his two younger men, not wanting to disturb their sleep. It had been a long day and despite how sexually active they were just hours before, Roy knew they needed their rest. (Especially since he knew how hard they pushed themselves when working on a project.) Roy would have loved to keep on sleeping but sometimes when he felt like choking, he knew that he had to wake up, just so he could breathe, but times like these, he didn’t mind.
Two blond alchemists were deeply asleep and wouldn’t wake up for anything save for his leaving in bed. They shouldn’t mind him watching over them both in their sleep. They had learned to trust each other intimately over the years and to them, it seemed natural that they would just fall in bed, into a relationship, albeit taboo in others’ eyes. It wasn’t every day one found himself in a threesome with the famous Elric brothers, who were also lovers as well as brothers to each other.
It was endearing in some cases, but other times, it felt like agony; when they decided to gang up on him when he didn’t need the extra “stress”, for example. However despite that, they did wonders for him, having repaired his broken spirit one too many times, pity he swore that their hair kept trying to keep killing more than all the assassination attempts he had in his life-before and after he achieved Fuhrer-ship.
Sighing, he brushed away the hair from their faces, smiling gently before glancing at the clock. Well into the night and dawn was a long ways off, but Roy didn’t care. He had his two suns in his bed and the hair of his lovers was a gleaming sunrise to him. It was interesting to always find them like this, even better to know that these two men were his to have and to hold, but Roy didn’t dare try to think he didn’t deserve them, not after all those hours, those days, those years of them trying to pound that information into his head; that despite their assassin-esque hair, they were his for the rest of his life and he was to be theirs.
Not that Roy minded anymore. He accepted them and their strange chaotic, suffocating night hair. Besides, Roy knew he wouldn’t mind dying in their arms. He actually hoped that when it was his time to leave for good, he would be in the company of his lovers, that their hair would finally be tamed and will surround him in a gold-like rain.
Pressing a kiss against each of their foreheads, Roy’s smile widened, his body shifting around before laying back down between his blond lovers, ready to fall back to sleep, a prayer to a god he didn’t believe in on his lips, praying that he wouldn’t be killed this night by their hair, praying for many years to come so he could spend more time with these twin suns.
Falling into slumber’s arms, he never noticed the strands of hair moving to wrap around his body, his biceps to be precise, holding the brunet close to the blonds’ bodies, the two Elrics moving slightly closer to their Fuhrer, to their lover.
Smiles graced all three of their faces.
† The End †
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