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scriveynerTitle: blood in water
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed/Rian
Rating: M
Length: 347
Summary: “You’re in a fine mood today,” Roy said. “Didn’t you get paid?”
Edward had gotten used to Roy’s fangs - the gentle caress of his tongue before the puncture, the white-hot flash of pain that eased almost instantly into pleasure - Rian’s … not so much.
“Hey, OW-” Edward complained as Rian latched onto his neck like a greedy lamprey, barely letting him get through the door. The fading gold of sunset didn’t even faze the young vampire, and Edward sighed, gave up trying to detach him and instead glared at Roy, who was sitting on the couch and out of the path of the setting sun. “Roy,” he said pointedly, and Roy looked up at him. “Haven’t you been feeding your pet?”
The indignation at the term got Rian to lift his head and Edward took advantage of it, removing him bodily and holding him out by the back of his shirt. “Hey! I am NOT a pet!”
“You’re also not very good at this vampire thing yet,” Edward said, depositing Rian on Roy and holding one hand over his bleeding neck. “You need to teach him whatever it is you do that makes the blood clot when you’re done, Mustang.”
Roy hadn’t been paying attention up to the point where Rian was deposited on his lap. “You’re in a fine mood today,” Roy said. “Didn’t you get paid?”
Edward emerged from the kitchen with a hand towel pressed against his neck. “Guess,” he said sourly, and Roy sighed.
“You really need to stop taking the pro bono work,” he said, keeping a firm grip on Rian. Rian growled and showed his fangs, which made Edward roll his eyes.
“Why is he acting like that?” Edward asked.
“The blood bags are expired - really expired, trust me you don’t want to see a vampire vomit old blood.” Roy muttered.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed/Rian
Rating: M
Length: 347
Summary: “You’re in a fine mood today,” Roy said. “Didn’t you get paid?”
Edward had gotten used to Roy’s fangs - the gentle caress of his tongue before the puncture, the white-hot flash of pain that eased almost instantly into pleasure - Rian’s … not so much.
“Hey, OW-” Edward complained as Rian latched onto his neck like a greedy lamprey, barely letting him get through the door. The fading gold of sunset didn’t even faze the young vampire, and Edward sighed, gave up trying to detach him and instead glared at Roy, who was sitting on the couch and out of the path of the setting sun. “Roy,” he said pointedly, and Roy looked up at him. “Haven’t you been feeding your pet?”
The indignation at the term got Rian to lift his head and Edward took advantage of it, removing him bodily and holding him out by the back of his shirt. “Hey! I am NOT a pet!”
“You’re also not very good at this vampire thing yet,” Edward said, depositing Rian on Roy and holding one hand over his bleeding neck. “You need to teach him whatever it is you do that makes the blood clot when you’re done, Mustang.”
Roy hadn’t been paying attention up to the point where Rian was deposited on his lap. “You’re in a fine mood today,” Roy said. “Didn’t you get paid?”
Edward emerged from the kitchen with a hand towel pressed against his neck. “Guess,” he said sourly, and Roy sighed.
“You really need to stop taking the pro bono work,” he said, keeping a firm grip on Rian. Rian growled and showed his fangs, which made Edward roll his eyes.
“Why is he acting like that?” Edward asked.
“The blood bags are expired - really expired, trust me you don’t want to see a vampire vomit old blood.” Roy muttered.
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