Pills and Buttons

Water

Edward was where Roy left him when he makes his way back upstairs. He had cleaned up the glass and blood, tossing out the garbage as well. Just in case one of the dogs decided to sniff in the trash. Ed was toying around with a small rubber duck he had found on the edge of the tub, tracing it over and over again with his fingers. Roy barely contained his laughter, knocking gently. "Enjoying the rubber duck?"

He noticed his cheeks flush and his failed attempt to hide said duck. "What duck?" He swallowed, blushing tomato red. "What did Riza want?" He quickly changed topics, amusing the flame master.

"A bird knocked over a glass. She cut her hand open and didn't know where the first aid kit was." He shrugged, taking a seat on the lid of the toilet. He propped a bare foot on the edge of the bathtub, eyes tracing over the automail he saw very little of. It was always hidden in his jacket sleeve, not getting much light.

"How the-. You know what, don't tell me." Fullmetal shook his head, taking his hair down and washing it. He tilted his head back, submerging his head under for a moment. Ed came back up and coughed a few times, snorting water out his nose. Roy patted his back, feeling scar tissue and muscle against his palm under the skin. He mentally winced, noticing the whip marks. Or what he hoped was whip marks... he'd hate to think about whose hands could have cause those marks.

"You okay?" Edward looked at him almost like he could see Roy, but he knew better. His eyes were back to their bright, golden color, no longer red from veins and blood.

"Water, up my nose." He laughed, pushing his hair back to wring it out. "Not fun."

"I know what you mean." Roy ducks under the sink, pulling out a large and very fluffy bath towel. "Stings." He draped it over the sink, reaching down between Fullemetal's feet to drain the water. "Come on, diver." He teases.

"Very funny." Edward held out his arms, wrapping them around Mustang's neck as he was lifted from the warm water. He shivered when cold air sucked at his skin, his body set upon the sink counter. Roy wrapped him into the large towel, lifting him back into his arms carefully. "Why are you doing all of this?"

"You know I don't know how to answer that." Mustang rolled his eyes, elbowing the door open to Edward's room. He placed him on the bed next to the wall, drying out his smooth blonde locks while Ed dried the rest of his body. "But if I must... it's because I made a promise. This is part of it."

"To who? Who'd you make a promise to?"

Roy rose a brow. "What is this? Interrogation?" He teased, brushing out Ed's now dried hair. His fingers wove it back into a fishtail, reaching into the front pocket of the military issue pants of his uniform. He pulled out a hair tie, using it to keep the braid from falling out.

"Curiosity." Edward felt the braid, smiling softly. "Where do you learn to do this?"

"Riza, she let me practice on her. Her hair is not nearly as nice as yours." Roy smiled, slipping out of his jacket and covering the smaller one's shoulders with it. "And not nearly as interactive. She didn't say a word the entire time."

"Typical Hawkeye." Ed laughs, pulling the jacket around his bare body. "Do you have any of those probably really old footy pajamas?" He turned his head so his ear and part of his face was in Mustang's direction. "I feel like they would be appropriate being as I don't know what they look like and wouldn't care." Roy covered his mouth with a hand, laughing loudly as he stood up. "Al said I should as. Why are you laughing?" He was being dense, but looked adorable while doing so.

"Nothing, just remind me to tell him to think of something else to wear." Roy shook his head, finding something that would fit Edward in all his tiny glory. "I am not putting you in footy pajamas." He put his hands on his hips, staring at the clothes. All were almost three sizes too big but that was nothing a few safety pins couldn't fix. If it came to that, at least.

"I wore them as a kid," Ed was staring at his hands, "with small bunnies hopping all over them." He was smiling pretty stupidly. "They were majority the color green, like really bad looking artificial grass." He moved his leg with his hands so it was crossed over the other one.

"Well, the one's Al was talking about were some he have me for Christmas in case of something like this." He shuttered and laughed at the memory. "They have a huge hole were there should be a crotch." Roy snorts once, covering his mouth before laughing again. "I burned them anyway."

"GOOD. I didn't know my brother would play match maker behind my back." Edward looked quite disgusted by the mere sound of the words coming from his mouth. He seems to have forgotten about the question he asked earlier but was left unanswered.

"He got Riza together with some chick from out of town." Roy shrugged, finding a still pretty large baggy white button down. "She comes in every day with baked goods for the team."

"And of course something extra for Riza~." Ed snorts, falling back into the tangled sheets and mattress. "Please, tell me if there was something."

"Of course there was. What kinda girlfriends would they be?" Roy snuck closer, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "Don't tell her I know, but when I walked by one of the large supply closets I could hear them..." Ed trapped his hands over his own mouth to keep from laughing too loud. "It was pretty sexy yet really fucked up at the same time." He shrugged, pulling away to see Ed's face really red.

"Okay, okay stop." The Elric sucked in a huge breath, trying to stop laughing so he could breathe. "Can't breath when laughing."

"Don't tell me I have to give you mouth to mouth." Roy slid the jacket off for a moment, replacing it with the white cotton. Ed looked up at him with endearment in his eyes.

"I'd like you to give me more than that." He pulled Mustang closer by the front of his shirt, his lips finding the other's neck to nip at. Roy still buttoned his shirt, pushing him back on the mattress. "Pleeeeease?"

"You wouldn't be able to enjoy it if you couldn't feel it." The Colonel knew what he wanted, moving his legs so they were under the blankets. Ed stopped him, putting his hands on his hips. "Stop Fullmetal."

"Is that an order?" He teased, licking his lips. Roy gulped, watching the slight action. "And I can feel the rest of what's down there. Just not my legs." Edward pulled Roy in for a kiss, rough with want and need. Mustang brings one hand to cup his neck, pulling away to kiss and nip at his neck. On his collar, just under the shirt so it could be hidden, he left a bright red and angry looking Hickey that would be bruised by morning.

"How about this?" His breath ghosts over Ed's skin, watching him shutter with a smirk. "Once you regain your sight, I'll give you this." He splayed his hands over Ed's back, kissing his neck. "When you can walk again, I give you something even better." His teeth grazed Edward's Adam's apple. "Does that sound like a deal?"

"You drive a hard bargain." Edward gulps, panting lightly. "But I'd say you got a deal."