Illegal Nerve

"My my... this is quite the mess you've made, care to explain?"

Edward Elric looked up baffled, then sheepish because the last thing he expected was the Colonel to stop by his and Alphonse's dorm room...
at a time where he would be most targeted for a dose of lethal insults!

"Why the hell are you here!" Ed spat, trying to discard the many broken pieces of glass beakers and other implements of Band-Aid hazard off the floor.
"Riza said you stopped by the office when I wasn't there, and so out of curiosity; I came to see what it was you wanted."
"that was hours ago!" Ed said tossing out a glass shard "and I already got what I wanted from the second lieutenant."
Roy donned one of those looks a electrician would at a down live wire in a puddle. "...What would Havoc have that you needed?"

"he carried one of the keys to storage block eight!" an exasperated Fullmetal said crashing to the sofa, having finished fixing the mess.

"Why in Mercury's name did you need that?" Said storage block held an assortment of alphabetized chemicals that pertained to alchemy.
Seeing as Ed is a State Alchemist it wasn't illegal for him to go in there... but still-

"I got hold of one of those bipedal red water stones." Ed explained to Roy.

"Where? I don't see it?"

"Uh... well, if you look down there..." Ed pointed at the floor a few feet from where he sat and upon the floor was a peculiar spotted stain...
A slight shade of crimson.

"It melted?" Roy asked confused, weren't the artificial philosopher stones suppose to take on a more solid appearance?

Ed was, for once, willing to explain why it was in its current state.

"I looked over Marco's notes again, and in one of the passages it read; "You may choose to add butter if you wish for a more delicate flavor, or if you so desire; your own recipe for a better tasting syrup."

And of course Roy was confused.

"where you trying to cook the thing?"

"Wha? No! no.." Ed said waving off Roy's naive comment "Dr. Marco hid all his findings on how to create the philosophers stone in a cook book, I swear I told you that.. Anyway, when me and Al first looked over the notes, we disregarded that passage because we'd thought it was a decoy and ignored it."

"Ah hah..." Roy hummed "Continue..." somethings starting to smell...

"While I was thinking about it, I realized that maybe there was more to that sentence, and so for about a week I went over it, and then something hit me."

"What might that have been?" is that smell getting stronger?

"That perhaps Dr. Marco meant that the experimental stone could still be tinkered with!"

"Yeah... and?" Did Fullmetal do something different with his hair?

"So today I went to your office to see if you had that key to the storage and after I got it from the Lieutenant I did some experiments."

"You do realize that could have been hazardous, why didn't you request a lab?"

Maybe its his clothes...

"I didn't want anyone knowing what I was doing." Ed said getting up off the sofa. "I figured I'd be more successful just working in here since no one bothers to visit me, so I set up some beakers and pots and.. you saw the broken glass, if you'd been in here earlier, you'd have seen pink smog floating around the room!"

"And now you have a mess on the floor and no more stone." Roy said crossing his arms "Kudos, I tip my hat to you." Perhaps he had just showered... wait, why care if Ed showers or not?

Why NOT care?

"Damnit I knew you'd end up insulting me you prick!" Ed said glaring at Roy with his usual look.

Then he suddenly went from pissed to slightly miffed, for Roy was not going by the usual rules of their little game of wits, instead of his bastard simper the man looked like someone torn between desire and a fight for his will.

Needless to say Ed knew right then that something wasn't right...

"Uh... Colonel, are you feeling alright? you look sick." Normally Ed wouldn't show concern, except the fact that Roy had possessed a look in his eyes that, for some strange reason reminded him of a lion preparing to attack its prey.

and those eyes were all over HIM!

"WellcolonelitwasniceseeingyouIdshowyouthedoorbutsinceImleavingyoullhavetofindityourselfbye!"

Ed sidestepped Roy to get out the door, except found he was limited movement due to the sudden vine hold Ed suddenly had under his arms and around his upper torso and his back fully held against a breathing chest.
"Colonel, let me go.." Ed said as calmly as his cracking voice would allow him.

"No, I don't wanna," Roy said, in a voice quite unlike his own, it closely resemble a deep purring that sent nervous shivers down Ed's spine.

Nervousness... and anger!

"You smell too nice..." the man continued, burying his head in the crook of Ed's neck and breathing in deeply.

"Alright this is were I draw the line!" Ed yelled clapping his hands together.

A series of blue electric sparks flashed around the dorm room and Roy suddenly found himself staring at Ed through thick steel bars that surrounded him, keeping him away from the beautiful scent Ed gave off. and it made him angry.

"No! You can't leave! I want you!"

Ed threw him a bewildered stare that read 'get your eyes checked, I'm a guy!' before setting off out the door and out the building.

'What the hell was that about?!' Ed mulled over in his mind, not caring that a number of people in cars were hitting their horns at the disheveled teen diving pass the traffic.

Up ahead the Second Lieutenant was arched partially against a tree in the front of the local 'hangout' of the military, basically a coffee shop slash bar the guys usually go to.

"Second Lieutenant! Sir Havoc!" Ed yelled upon sighting the man, who had his eyes targeting a waitress in a short skirt...

Unfortunately Ed was going to have to interrupt Havocs little fantasy.

And did so, because Havoc turned his head in surprise when Ed skidded to a halt in front of him, jacket loosely on him and hunched over breathing hard like he'd decided to either run a marathon or escape an explosion of some sort...

Judging by the teens expression; Havoc opted for his second choice.

"You gotta do something about Mustang!" Ed coughed out after catching what he could of his breath.

"Chief, calm down. what happened?" Havoc said while looking around nervously, the small crowd around the area had decided to see what the commotion was about... and for some reason had strange expressions on their faces as they watched Ed... how odd...

come to think of it... what stinks?

"H-he just started freaking out! he was all over me and- I don't know, can you make him listen to reason, I trapped him in my roo-... ? Havoc, Sir?

Ed decided that right there would be a time to skedaddle, because now Havoc had adopted the expression that made Ed want to run in the first place.

Except Havoc seemed to possess some super reflexes he never uses, suddenly Ed's vision was full blue and he could smell the cigarette smoke that soiled the front of Havoc's uniform.

not only that, both Ed's arms were pinned at his sides... this can't bode well.

"Wow, Ed..." Havoc moaned strangely "you smell great..."

another comment on his smell... a pattern was taking place now...

"Say, are you busy? Cause I was hoping we could... ya know."

Ed's face lit like a sunset over a tomato garden with red dye colored leaves...

Havoc's hands were breeching over Ed's behind.

'Sorry, Havoc... this is for your own good...'

A swift movement sliced the air and the second Lieutenant was suddenly quite blue in the face as he hit the ground, doubled over in pain.

Ed set his right foot back on solid ground, squinting one of his eyes... he of all people knew how much a knee to the groin hurt...

...but really, the guy deserved it.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Ed demanded looking down at Havoc as the guy cringed and whined. "Both you and Roy are acting weird, what do you mean I sme--??"

A chance glance to his left made him realize that the small crowd, including the waitress Havoc ogled earlier, were also giving him the same stares, some more intimidating than others, but all faces said the same thing...

Lust.

All Ed felt he could do in this situation was run...

and keep on running.

T.B.C.