First attempt.
I'm finally doing what i got a new personal account so i could do.
I'm posting fanfiction in this, my old account. 0_o
Unbeta'd, so far, and i'm probably not going to post in anywhere significant until i get it beta'd.
Beta'd by mistr3ssquickly crossposted at fMA yaoi
AU for some strange mishmash of manga and anime storylines.
spoilers: For chapter 25, I think. Y'know. maes. ;_;
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Roy Mustang liked sex. Sure, he was known as an inverterate womanizer that could have any of them he liked, but he had been known to sleep on the other side of the sheets when a particular specimen caught his eye- and how much more appropriate was that phrase now, he mused.
Of course, there had been a few nice specimens who caught his eyes over the years. Maes had been fun, before he had gotten so stodgily married, but Roy couldn't grudge his best friend his happiness. Roy still thought of his fallen friend, felt his lingering ghost, every time it rained.
He shook himself out of it, going back to the musing at hand. Jean had potential. Roy could tell his second lieutenant was attracted, under the dissembling about fraternization and stolen girlfriends and "I-really-need-a-smoke-gotta-go-bye."
There was always Riza, tough enough to stand up to and beat any man, and of course beautiful to boot... but Riza was too proud to defile with mere casual sex. It would be all or nothing with her, and if he gave up his heart to her he would be out of the game once and for all.
Yes, Roy Mustang liked sex, and it simply wasn't fair - he wasn't getting any! He just didn't get it. He was Roy Mustang, Sex Incarnate, Sex in an Eyepatch, so why couldn't whatever laughing bastard deity was up there give him a break? Didn't he deserve a little nookie after all he'd done?
Hell, right now he'd even go after Fullmetal, loudmouthed short little bastard that he was. But no, he was fully entrenched with the Tringham boy, and they'd both kill anyone who dared come between them. Strangled to death in my sleep by vines and then probably exploded? No thanks.
Speaking of the runt... He shifted through the papers on his desk until he found the note from said bean he'd received earlier.
"Dear bastard: the local bar named a drink after you. thanks for ruining my favorite watering hole. ~Ed. PS. Russ says thanks for the anniversary gift, you jerk."
Roy smiled fondly, chuckling a little. That particular warming lube had been a disaster, back when he still got to have sex. Fullmetal had given him enough stress, so turn around was fairplay, no? He slipped the note into his private files and mused on what in Amestris would be in a drink named after Him.
Maybe if he actually managed to get a decent date he could take her down there and find out. Really, it was very strange. Every time he came close to getting some, something happened. His date had to leave for a family emergency, or his last protective broke and she wouldn't do anything without ( he wouldn't either, really- even Xingian "pharmacy" couldn't heal most VD and he certainly didn't want kids). One memorable time his date had eaten a bad prawn and Roy had had to rush him to the hospital. He could've sworn the wind was whistling innocently, and off-key too, as he ushered his date into the hospital emergency room.
Any time he asked someone out these days he heard a little click, as if someone just around the corner was taking a picture. It was enough to drive him nuts, it really was...
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Not quite sure exactly where i'm going with this, but i know there will be more. Still untitled. Series title: Engine Troubles
This way to chapter two
I'm posting fanfiction in this, my old account. 0_o
Unbeta'd, so far, and i'm probably not going to post in anywhere significant until i get it beta'd.
Beta'd by mistr3ssquickly crossposted at fMA yaoi
AU for some strange mishmash of manga and anime storylines.
spoilers: For chapter 25, I think. Y'know. maes. ;_;
-~*-~*-~*-~*
Roy Mustang liked sex. Sure, he was known as an inverterate womanizer that could have any of them he liked, but he had been known to sleep on the other side of the sheets when a particular specimen caught his eye- and how much more appropriate was that phrase now, he mused.
Of course, there had been a few nice specimens who caught his eyes over the years. Maes had been fun, before he had gotten so stodgily married, but Roy couldn't grudge his best friend his happiness. Roy still thought of his fallen friend, felt his lingering ghost, every time it rained.
He shook himself out of it, going back to the musing at hand. Jean had potential. Roy could tell his second lieutenant was attracted, under the dissembling about fraternization and stolen girlfriends and "I-really-need-a-smoke-gotta-go-bye."
There was always Riza, tough enough to stand up to and beat any man, and of course beautiful to boot... but Riza was too proud to defile with mere casual sex. It would be all or nothing with her, and if he gave up his heart to her he would be out of the game once and for all.
Yes, Roy Mustang liked sex, and it simply wasn't fair - he wasn't getting any! He just didn't get it. He was Roy Mustang, Sex Incarnate, Sex in an Eyepatch, so why couldn't whatever laughing bastard deity was up there give him a break? Didn't he deserve a little nookie after all he'd done?
Hell, right now he'd even go after Fullmetal, loudmouthed short little bastard that he was. But no, he was fully entrenched with the Tringham boy, and they'd both kill anyone who dared come between them. Strangled to death in my sleep by vines and then probably exploded? No thanks.
Speaking of the runt... He shifted through the papers on his desk until he found the note from said bean he'd received earlier.
"Dear bastard: the local bar named a drink after you. thanks for ruining my favorite watering hole. ~Ed. PS. Russ says thanks for the anniversary gift, you jerk."
Roy smiled fondly, chuckling a little. That particular warming lube had been a disaster, back when he still got to have sex. Fullmetal had given him enough stress, so turn around was fairplay, no? He slipped the note into his private files and mused on what in Amestris would be in a drink named after Him.
Maybe if he actually managed to get a decent date he could take her down there and find out. Really, it was very strange. Every time he came close to getting some, something happened. His date had to leave for a family emergency, or his last protective broke and she wouldn't do anything without ( he wouldn't either, really- even Xingian "pharmacy" couldn't heal most VD and he certainly didn't want kids). One memorable time his date had eaten a bad prawn and Roy had had to rush him to the hospital. He could've sworn the wind was whistling innocently, and off-key too, as he ushered his date into the hospital emergency room.
Any time he asked someone out these days he heard a little click, as if someone just around the corner was taking a picture. It was enough to drive him nuts, it really was...
-~*-~*-~*-~*
Not quite sure exactly where i'm going with this, but i know there will be more. Still untitled. Series title: Engine Troubles
This way to chapter two