“And what are you doing here in my new office,” Frank Archer raises an eyebrow as he steps into his office, spying a face he knows by reputation alone, “Not that I am insulted to have the great Colonel Roy “Flame Alchemist” Mustang in my office.”

Roy pauses, half-turning toward the other man, hand still reaching into the desk drawer. On the ( Read more... )

Didn’t help that he thought there was another snug feeling on each of his biceps.

Roy opened his eyes slowly and tried to figure out where he was with what little dim light that was around him. His eyes widened as he saw the rather prim and proper table setting before him and that he was seated in an uncomfortable, constricting chair. Pulling at his ( Read more... )