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Title: Like silk
Fandom: FullMetal Alchemist
Pairing: RoyEd
Rating: Pg
Summary: Edward Elric not let anyone touch his hair.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist characters belong to Hiromu Arakawa



Edward Elric does not allow anyone to touch his hair.
He always considered too intimate a gesture, which rarely grants even to Alphonse.
If Al had only had him for the braid, when his brother get caught nell'automail hair and could not combine anything.
The only one that was allowed was his mother.
After his death, Edward was made to grow them, and swore to himself that no one would have ever done.

-still do not understand why you do not want to touch you hair ..-
Edward watched the corner of Roy Mustang.
The Flame Alchemist.
The ITS Roy Mustang.
-Do not you ever get tired of asking? -
Roy smiled smugly.
-Mai! As long as you will not let me continue to ask and ask again ... -
find ways knew very convincing Roy Mustang.
And the torment was one of them.
Edward stood for a few seconds to contemplate the idea of not responding, but the thought of continuing demands of his man made him desist.
- Why was my mother ... my hair when I was small biz baby! - He corrected himself quickly
Roy kept a smile on that slip of the tongue: the word never comes out small from the mouth of Edward Elric.
-Just for this? - Asked the man more seriously than they had had at the beginning
The young alchemist did not answer immediately.
course that the application of Roy was weird.
-I do not see why it should interest you! -
opt for the choice of not responding was a prerogative of Edward.
What Roy hated.
-And I do not understand why you should always wriggling ..- exclaimed looking grim
The blond did roll his eyes and snorted.
Today was the day.
A proverb says "A good day starts in the morning and if Edward would give heed to certain beliefs, for sure you would agree with such a claim.
in the office was a day to dogs.
forms, practices, applications, files. sign, sign, sign .
and Lieutenant Hawkeye had no mercy even for the poor and wretched nineteen years! Inflexible and professional as he had always flooded with work.
one day find out who is printing all these sheets and then suffer my revenge! He shouted the boy.
-So? -
Roy's voice abruptly back to reality the youngest.
-I do not want anyone else to touch me that way ... - answered, looking away
If he kept his eyes fixed on his companion could see the sadness in his eyes resulting from such a sentence.
Roy loved the hair of Edward .
looked so soft, and every time he stretched hand in an attempt to touch them, the boy walked away.
And that hurt him.
-Ed ... -
did not move.
Edo-..-
The blond sighed.
-please ... - he said simply
Edward had to understand his need to feel fully its .
-Ci ... just like you care so much? -
was not he give in so easily.
It was not he give in!
But every time I called him Roy Edo 's brings back memories of the happy and carefree days of his childhood, first ... first of all.
transmutation failed.
blood.
the pain and repressed tears.
before. When he was a happy child.
-Si ..-
did not say a word. He approached the dark, her back to him and bringing his hands behind his head to loosen the blond locks.
A warm hand rested on his, stopping him.
Edward turned his head not understanding.
-let murmured smiling -.. ..- .- I do
Nodding slightly he looked ahead.
"Do not kill me." He thought And the mother does not get angry because someone else, someone else .. "
fingers Roy liberated the blonde And hair that forced them from the strap allowing them to fall on the shoulders, and Edward could not help stiffen.
But Roy had touched other times and not always pure intentions !
So why all this tension?
-Relax ..- whispered the man feeling the anxiety of the boy
Edward closed his eyes and sighed. Roy ran his fingers through his golden hair of the young piano fingering.
Yes, they were just as expected: Smooth and silky smooth.
Perhaps the comparison was too trivial, but the "feel" was exactly that. They are beautiful
-..-
Edward smiled.
Now ...
We now just do not understand why on earth Roy had never allowed to touch him that way.
His touch was damn nice.
And when the hands of the Moor went to massage the nape of the youngest, they completely let go.
He liked.
Fuck, yeah he liked!
When his mother was a comb, was always tickled Alphonse and how many times he had looked through those of its big eyes olive without understanding why his Nii-san was laughing so much. But with Roy
the feeling was different. Damn
different.
tilted her head back, to go to meet those hands and Roy smiled victoriously.
He had just discovered a particularly sensitive point of its Mame-chan.
moans of Edward I confirmed his hypothesis.

Edward Elric does not allow anyone to touch his hair.
He always considered too intimate an act that rarely grants even to Alphonse.
Until the day when Roy was his usual exception.