KissMeDeadlyT-T: Guess who finally made the sequel she has been promising for two months(ish)? That's right, meeeeeeee!

Mustang's gonna get himself some revenge.

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Roy Mustang had a plan.

It wasn't any ordinary plan— oh, no. This was a plan jam-packed with payback and a nice side serving of suck on it Fullmetal you're about to get back what you gave me ten-fold. And he was going to execute it wonderfully. The expression 'revenge is a dish best served cold' was about to get kicked in the ass because he was going to make this revenge hot.

It had been a couple weeks— two or three, he wasn't fussy— since Fullmetal had stormed in on his date with that random girl (who, he remembered, had been rather annoying so he couldn't really blame Ed and kind of thanked him for getting out of the date without being rude, but anyway) and kissed him full on the mouth in the middle of a crowded café as if it were a perfectly normal and appropriate thing to do. It was also a couple of weeks since Mustang had chased him down the streets, cursing colorful language he really only ever used around Ed anyway as Ed screamed profanities right back at him. It had somehow ended with the colonel dragging Edward to his house and pinning him against the wall and fucking his brains out because why not, right? Initially, his plan had been to just berate and scold the younger alchemist for acting so inappropriately in public, and maybe to tease him a bit about his evident crush on the older colonel, but hell. Roy wasn't complaining. Ed started it anyway.

Right, his plan. It was quite brilliant, if he did say so himself, and he couldn't wait to see how it would play out. He wasn't mad at Ed, not really— he just wanted to completely and totally shock and fluster Fullmetal as bad as Fullmetal had shocked and flustered him. A wide grin split across his face as he finished the loop of the final 'g' in his last name on the final piece of paperwork for the day.

He piled the papers on the far side of his desk and tossed his pen aside, pushing the heavy leather chair away from his desk. Hawkeye was out right now, he knew, but she would come back eventually and do whatever it was she did with all his paperwork. Give it to the higher-ups, burn it, turn it into confetti to amuse Havoc… Roy didn't really care at this point. Paperwork sucked.

He grabbed his black military-issued coat and left his office, not surprised to see his staff slacking off outside. After a brief stare-down of oh my fuck what are you guys even doing get your asses in gear and work, in which Breda actually started choking on his sandwich, they were working again, and he left the room.

It was chilly outside, but the inn where the Elrics were staying was close-by, so he didn't bother going to find his car. It would only take a few minutes to get there. Another grin curved his lips and he was sure he saw a random guy quickly change directions when he passed, but he didn't really care. He couldn't wait to make Ed blush and sputter and quite possibly fall over in embarrassment.

Despite his bold move in the café— grabbing Mustang and kissing him dead on the lips— Ed was actually extremely shy when it came to displays of affection. It had taken Roy at least a week to actually get Ed to even look at him properly again after the whole affair in the front hallway of his house, but the blond still got all awkward when they were together with others around. Actually, he was awkward even when they were alone. Roy liked it, though. It was… cute.

Ed was the complete opposite of an exhibitionist, and Roy happened to have overheard that their automail engineer and close friend Winry was staying with them for a few days, to fix Ed's arm. His plan had all fallen into place when Ed had first mentioned it to him a couple days ago, along with a threat that he couldn't be held responsible for his actions if Roy tried anything funny while Winry was there. The girl, as it turned out, was rather… well, according to Edward, she was "a damn voyeuristic pervert prone to throwing wrenches at peoples' heads 'cause she wants us to all be as fucked up mentally as she is." As nervous as Ed was about the whole ordeal, Roy was going to take advantage of it.

By now, he was standing in front of the door to the Elrics' room. He raised a hand to knock and waited, trying to keep the slight smirk off his face. He heard a patter of footsteps approach, then a muffled "It's the colonel!"

"What? Mustang?"

"Yeah— do you want me to get it, or—"

"I got it, Al."

Barely a second later, another set of footsteps (these ones uneven and easily recognizable as Ed's mismatched feet) approached and then the door was yanked open.

Ed looked up at him with wide eyes, panic evident on his face. "What are you doing?" he demanded in a whisper. His hair was down, Roy noticed, smirking a bit. Ed looked increasingly nervous, trying to worm out of the room and shut the door behind him. Roy's hand shot out, stopping the door from closing completely, and he smiled lightly.

"Not going to invite me in? I see how it is."

Ed glared at him, shrinking back against the door and apparently feeling nervous at the colonel towering over him. "I told you, Winry's here and Al's sitting right there and—"

"And?"

"And— and— what do you mean, 'and'? Damn it, Mustang, this isn't—"

"I'm disappointed that you think so lowly of me, Fullmetal," Roy said, smirking just the slightest bit. Ed flushed. "Why do you assume I'm here for something like that?"

"Because I know you," Ed hissed, one hand coming up to thwack (rather ineffectively) at Roy's chest. "I told you I'd come over later, can't you fuck off for a bit? I just saw you like three hours ago!"

"Or maybe you're just the perverted one, always thinking about sex." Roy raised an eyebrow, ignoring Ed's mini-rant. "I'm just here to say hello."

Ed blanched, then turned a dark shade of red. "What? No— you bastard! You're the one who—"

"You kissed me first, so don't try and say that I started this."

"Y-you— you fucked me!" Ed sputtered.

"And you begged for it."

Ed gaped for a moment. He finally collected himself and breathed, "It's still your fault."

"You kissed me first," Roy reminded him again.

"Ugh! Are we going to argue about this again?"

"It seems like we are."

Ed was opening his mouth to argue something else when the door was yanked back open. Winry stood there, blue eyes curious. She didn't ask anything, though, and after a moment of staring, seemed to remember she had a purpose.

"Hey, uh… sorry if I'm interrupting something, I just need Ed back for a moment…"

"Winry!" Ed blurted, defying logic and turning even redder.

She raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

"I, oh, um— the c-colonel, just—"

"You're not interrupting anything," Roy cut in smoothly before Ed could babble their ears off. He smiled, feeling a sort of satisfaction when both Winry and Ed flushed. "I just came to say hello and check and see how Fullmetal's doing… I heard that last fight was pretty nasty." He looked down at Ed. "Shouldn't you be in the hospital?"

"No," Ed snarled. "But you will be if you don't leave."

"Ed," Winry said reproachfully, grimacing. "Do you have to be such a brat all the time?"

"Don't fucking call me a brat, I'm not a brat—"

"Anyway, Fullmetal, can I expect you at work tomorrow?"

Ed kept on glaring. "I'll be there."

"Good." The colonel turned around. "I'll see you then."

Ed looked relieved, then, that Roy hadn't come for any funny business after all and that he wasn't going to have to deal with Winry screeching and dying and being a voyeuristic freak about anything. "Right," he said, letting out a long breath. He and Winry started to walk back into the room, when Mustang turned back like he'd forgotten something.

"Hold on, Fullmetal."

Ed looked startled. "What?"

Before Ed could react (or possibly run away screeching or punch him in the face), Roy swooped down to Ed's level and planted a soft kiss on Ed's lips, fighting the urge to grin when the blond jumped and squeaked. His face warmed and he tried to back away but ended up hitting the wall, gasping sharply, which Roy took full advantage of; just for a short moment, he slid his tongue along Ed's, swallowing the choked moan Ed released into his mouth. Ed's hands came up to shove at his arms, but ended up gripping them tightly when Roy did that thing with his tongue that made him weak in the knees. He let out another breathless groan when Mustang pulled away, grinning slightly.

Then, Ed started choking on his spit. "What the fuck?"

Winry was gaping, her eyes wide. Mustang just offered a polite smile and murmured, "I'll see you tomorrow, Elric," before turning and walking away as if none of that had happened.

He rounded the corner that led to the stairs and waited, out of sight from Edward and Winry but not out of earshot. He heard Ed let out a short sound of disbelief, and then a little hysteric laugh, and couldn't help grin widely.

"Edward…" Winry sounded stunned. "What just happened?"

"I-I— th-that… you see…"

"Well?"

"I… there's this thing…"

"Oh my God," she screeched, a high pitched squealing sound echoing down the hallway. "Ed! The colonel? Roy Mustang?"

"Y-yeah, uh, I just remembered I have to go—"

"Oh no you don't. You have to tell me everything. As in how this even came to be. And how far you've gone with him. Oh my god, did you have sex?"

"What!" Ed squawked. "That's— that's none of your business!"

"You did!" Winry gasped. "Ed! Oh my god oh my god! Tell meee!" Roy could easily imagine a million exclamation points at the end of her sentence. Winry sounded absolutely evil. Ed made a panicked sound, and Roy peeked around the corner. Winry was grinning devilishly and Ed looked like he wanted to die of awkwardness, trying to tug away from the firm grip Winry had on his flesh arm. Roy couldn't help but snicker.

Immediately, Ed's eyes flicked up. It was silent for a moment as flaming gold bore into laughing obsidian, and then an expression of pure humiliated rage took over Ed's bright red face. Roy decided that it would be a good idea to run now.

"You fucking bastard!" Ed screeched, bolting down the hallway after him. "I'm gonna kill you!"

Roy laughed again, throwing a smug grin back. "If you can catch me with those short legs."

Ed let out another screech. "You're fucking dead, Mustang!"

Yes, Roy thought as he fled from the gold tornado of death, revenge was better served hot.

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