Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Type: Yaoi, Humor
Pairings: Eventual Roy/Ed
Summary: Roy and Ed are sleeping together, and everyone knows it! Everyone… except for Roy and Ed.
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Object of Gossip
“The human voice can never reach the distance that is covered by the still small voice of conscience.” -Mahatma Gandhi-
“I’m just trying to finish the book since I’m near the end,” he said defensively.
“Mmhmm,” she said, pressing her lips together as if to hide an obvious smile.
“Oh, shut up...” he muttered sullenly.
“I didn’t say anything,” she said with laughter in her tone. When he simply looked at her, she said, “How many have you read?”
“This is my third,” he admitted, then told her which three he’d read.
“Those are good ones, but not very spicy. Try ‘Chains of Fate’ next,” she suggested, then started toward the door, but stopped and looked back before saying, “Just don’t read it in public.” With a grin, she turned and left the office.
Glad that she was gone so that he could get back to his book,
“Yeees?” he asked in an effort to hide his irritation at being interrupted as Falman closed the door.
“We’re tired of the rumors,” Havoc said bluntly. “Since we work under you, we figure that we should be told if you’re really dating Ed or not.” The other two men nodded their heads in agreement.
“Because, it affects us,”
“Exactly,” Havoc said.
“What do you think? Do you think I’m secretly dating my barely-of-age subordinate who happens to be fourteen years my junior?”
“I wouldn’t put it past you,” Havoc said. “I’ve never known you to date a guy before either, but there’s always a first time for everything.”
“Because you keep avoiding giving a straight answer,” Falman said. And that was exactly what
“Would I lie to you?”
“Yes,” all three of them said together.
A small grin pulled at
He gave them a pointed look as if to say that he was well aware of their slacking off and extremely displeased with it, and felt satisfied as they all slunk off quicker than a cat dunked in water.
With that out of the way,
He had only read about a page when there was a timid knock on the door. “For the love of...” he muttered irritably, then threw the book into a drawer and picked up a folder to at least look busy. “Come in,” he said loudly, letting the full force of his displeasure ring through his voice.
The door opened slowly and Alphonse stuck his head in. “If this is a bad time...” he began nervously.
Yes, it’s a bad time. I have twenty more pages to go and I just want to see how this stupid story ends! he thought in frustration, but he smoothed away all traces of annoyance and beckoned for the boy to come in.
“Not at all,”
Alphonse shut the door, walked to the desk, and said, “I talked to brother.”
“He says that there isn’t anything going on between the two of you...” Al trailed off and stared silently at
Roy looked down at the folder for a count of thirty seconds, making it seem as if he were deep in thought, then said slowly, “Well, then if that’s what he says, I guess you should believe him.” He didn’t look up, but fiddled with his pen as if he were uncomfortable or troubled.
After a moment, Al said, “I just don’t know what to believe. I know you said that I should talk to him about it, and I did, but I’d really feel better if you just told me what was going on.”
“Colonel, I can’t help but think that both you and brother are hiding something from me,” Al said in a slow, suspicious voice.
“Everyone is allowed their secrets,”
“Of course. I’m sorry for taking your time,” Al said. He turned to leave, and
“Yes?” he said, turning to look at
There was a creaking noise as Alphonse looked away, then, “I know. I’m trying. I already told him that I care about him no matter what, but he just gets angry.” Al paused, then said sadly, “I think something else is bothering him a lot because he seems a little withdrawn, but I don’t know what that is either... I just wish he’d talk to me.”
After Al finished,
“Colonel?” Al said, breaking him from his thoughts.
“Maybe,” Al said noncommittally. “Thanks for talking with me.”
“Not a problem at all. Come back any time,”
Even if he stopped trying to get people to believe he and Ed were dating, they’d still have to deal with the attention for a while. But if they just left it alone, then the hype would eventually fade as long as neither he nor Ed didn’t make too big of a deal out of it.
He reached into his drawer and pulled out the book. If he wasn’t going to play the game anymore, then there was no need to finish this book or read any of the others Hawkeye had brought.
Roy had originally thought to talk to Ed about their situation and his change of heart that day, but by the time he’d finished his book, had lunch, and gone to all his meetings, he’d found that it was well past time to go home, and he’d have to actually hunt Ed down if he wanted to talk to him. Knowing that Ed wasn’t always the easiest person to find,
So he’d picked up some food on his way home, flirting shamelessly with the girls who worked at the food place. They had asked him all kinds of questions about him and Ed, but he’d stoically told them that he and Ed weren’t really an item, but that he’d be more than happy to go out with any of them instead. They’d laughed and flirted back, though one girl had seemed extremely offended that Roy would ever even dream of going out with anyone besides Ed, and had even gotten irritated at the other girls for encouraging him to be ‘unfaithful’ to his ‘soul mate’. They had all immediately nodded and told him in a teasingly somber tone that he shouldn’t be flirting with anyone besides Ed.
He’d thought of trying to tell them again that he and Ed really weren’t dating, but he knew it would do no good and would make them believe it even more if he insisted, so he just smiled and said that he’d keep that in mind, before taking his food and leaving. It had been a strange experience, but he didn’t think on it long. There probably weren’t many girls like that anyway, so it wasn’t like he’d ever have to deal with it again.
Once he got home, it hadn’t taken him long to find the book in question and settle down on his couch with the book in one hand and his dinner at his fingertips.
Chapter six ended up being the first of the ‘spicy’ chapters, and at the end of the chapter he set the book aside and stared wide-eyed up at the ceiling with his hand—now wet from his most recent activities—still in his pants as he tried to get his thoughts together.
He’d just gotten himself off to two men getting it on...
He eventually decided on neither. Instead, he cleaned up what was left of his dinner, brought the book to his bedroom, and put it on his nightstand. It was late, and he’d spent almost the whole of the previous night reading. Tonight he’d just go to sleep and worry about all of this tomorrow.
It was a good idea in theory, but that wasn’t exactly how it turned out. Instead he spent several hours lying in the dark, trying to convince himself that it was probably just a newly discovered kink, and there was no way he could have any real interest in men. But as