Real

Fandom: Full Metal Alchemist

Themeset: Royai 15

Author: Max

Rating: PG-14

“Dead I am the life, dig into the skin.
Knuckle crack the bone, 21 to win.
Dead I am the dog, hound of hell you cry,
Devil on your back, I can never die.” Rob Zombie

He had those themes on that fan’s shrine bookmarked. But those twenty themes didn’t really satisfy him, so he went looking for other sets.

On military time of course.

Now that he had his nice cushy desk job and they refused to let him leave base, he was able to give Hawkeye more jobs that also kept her around, but she was damned to do his paperwork.

Glancing at the clock on his start bar, he cracked a grin as the same person entered, a file tucked under once arm, the other held stiffly at her side.

Ah, the art of military decorum, his brain supplied, thoroughly amused.

One would think that she’d lighten up around her lover, especially since he knew the office was sound-proof.

He’d know, he installed it himself.

Blame the military salary and his wanting to try out the office sex that seemed so prevalent in the fan-fiction he’d encountered during his innocent searches.

Roy Mustang had no idea that almost every one of those authors had considered him a pedophile and would go as far as to take Edward’s virginity. Normally, he’d be appalled, but the fact that there were so many of the stories he couldn’t help but get a good laugh out of it.

Those rumors only helped fuel that other fire.

Now if only she’d drop the act and disobey him so he could punish her.

“You’re here for a reason, Lieutenant Colonel Hawkeye?” Here comes that damned salute, he predicted to a T and then directed a heavy look at his subordinate.

“Those files for the NID members have arrived. The dossiers are in this file.”

Roy watched from under smoky lashes as his half smile turned into a leer.

Thos fan-fiction authors could only guess how she looked in the throes of passion. They could only imagine how loud she screamed in the midst of flesh, friction, and sweat between them, or how they had a tendency to bite each other during foreplay.

He knew the real truth though.

The bruises littering his collarbone were definitely real enough.