[FMA] Heat

Roy’s hands are always cold. It’s the biggest fucking contradiction in the world, Ed thinks, and his feet are just as bad, but Ed only really notices that at night, when they’re sleeping and Roy tries to shove his freezing toes between Ed’s thighs in an unconscious bid to warm them up.

Ed shouts and flails as cold fingers find his hip beneath the covers and jolt him out of a light, comfortable doze. “Fuck, Roy!” he shouts, both hearing and feeling a dull thunk when his automail connects with something solid.

“Goddamn it, Ed!” Roy howls in return, and the icy hand vanishes as Roy rolls away from him with a creak of mattress springs, probably cupping whatever part of his body Ed accidentally smacked.

“If you hadn’t touched me with those icicles you call hands, this wouldn’t have happened!” Ed retorts, embarrassed but unwilling to show it, and aims for annoyed instead.

“I was trying to seduce you!” Roy argues and there’s a petulant note to his voice.

“Well, it didn’t work!”

Ed flops over, and finds that Roy is rubbing at his forehead, where a sizable knot is already growing. His face has twisted into a sulking pout, which makes Ed’s lips twitch with amusement. Roy can be such a baby sometimes.

Rolling his eyes, Ed scoots closer and reaches for his injured lover. “Let me see,” he says, and ignores Roy’s stubborn attempts to avoid his hand.

“Don’t touch it.”

“Don’t make me alchemize you to the bed,” Ed warns and then amends, “Again.”

Sulking, Ryou stops evading and Ed prods gently around the lump with his flesh hand, stopping himself from rolling his eyes at Roy’s over-dramatic hiss and wince of pain.

“It’s just a tiny bump,” Ed says. “It’ll be gone by morning.”

Roy huffs. “Small favor.”

Ed wants to be annoyed, but he’s just too amused. Sometimes, Roy can be cute. He shakes his head and grabs Roy’s hand, drawing the ice-cold fingers toward his mouth where he draws one between his lips, flicking his tongue over it. There’s one surefire way to warm Roy up, and it has nothing to do with alchemy. And judging by the heat banking in dark eyes, Roy isn’t going to protest.