Fullmetal Alchemist/Supernatural - Haircut [2] [RoyEd]

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Title: Haircut [2]
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/Supernatural
AU: Mashup
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed, Al
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 1744
Summary:



Roy raised an eyebrow as Ed scratched at the side of his head absently. Al looked between Ed and Roy and Roy thought about saying something - then Ed looked up at him, caught the question somewhere between thought and spoken, and said in a low dangerous voice "you like your teeth, right?"

There were other topics of discussion. Roy cleared his throat and pointed to the map, spread out on an old uneven picnic table, the corners weighted down with various books. Each suspected werewolf slaying was marked with a red marker. There were enough that several dots bled into the other. "All this in one month?" Al said in disbelief.

"Thankfully not, but over the course of a year," Roy said, one hand flat on the map. He pointed to three blue dots. "Those were victims who survived the attack. One died at the hospital later but the other two recovered."

"More werewolves," Ed muttered.

"Looks like," Roy agreed. "Later spates of murders were scattered around the two survivor's homes - but there weren't any other victims those months."

"The original werewolf moved on," Al said.

"Or was killed," Ed said. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Roy. "Only two werewolves?"

"Listen to yourself," Roy said after a moment's silence. "'Only' two? Or is this hunt beneath the great and talented Elric brothers?"

"Ed-" Al started.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ed asked sharply, eyes narrowed.

"I think you know well what it means," Roy returned. "I think you're getting full of yourself with your success rates on hunts and it's dangerous-"

"You have a problem with how we hunt, Mustang?"

"Ed," Al said, grabbing Ed's shoulder and digging his fingers in as he felt the muscles tense.

Ed tried to shrug Al off but Al was having none of it. "I think we're done here," Ed snapped.

"Good, I don't need any help from wannabe-cheerleaders anyway," Roy retorted right back.

Al's grip didn't stop Ed, he twisted out of it and caught Roy across the face with a solid right hook. Roy took a few steps back, blocked the next shot and then Ed's leg shot out and they were down in the wood chips, pummeling each other.

"For fuck's SAKE," Al shouted, grabbing Ed by the back of the jacket and hauling him up, off of Roy and flinging him bodily back against the picnic table. He imposed himself between them and Ed sat on the bench part of the picnic table heavily, swiping the back of his hand through the blood trailing down from his busted lip. His hair had come partially out of the braid and was frizzing around his head, and there was a wood chip caught in his bangs.

Roy was getting unsteadily to his feet, bloodied and bruised. He glared at Al for a second, then his eyes darted to Ed and back to Al. Whatever he was going to say died on his lips at Al's withering gaze. "What the hell was that?" Al asked. Roy spat blood out on the ground and avoided Al's eyes. "Do you want our help or don't you?"

"C'mon Al," Ed said roughly, getting to his feet. "Let's blow this shit stand, we have better things to do with our time."

Roy exhaled noisily. "I can't take two werewolves on my own, is that what you want to hear me say? I'll be lucky to get one on my fucking own and that would alert the other one, well before I'd be able to kill it it'd get me or go to ground. And more people would die." Roy's eyes were dark as he glared at Ed. "So yes. 'Only two.'"

Al threw his hands up in the air. "Sometimes I wish you two would just get a room," he said, stalking back to the map, missing the startled glance that was exchanged between Roy and Ed. Al clapped Ed on the shoulder and said "You're hair's completely out of that braid."

"Well, do YOU want to fix it?" Ed snorted, leaning back over the map as Roy approached them both warily.

"Nope, it's your problem now." Al said.

#

So the hair is a witch's dying curse?" Roy said, seated on the edge of a queen bed, eating a burger from the fast-food place they'd passed on the way into town.

Al had set up camp on a large wooden desk pushed against the wall, working out the werewolves individual schedules for them to shadow the next day. "Only Ed," Al said with a sigh, typing quickly at the laptop.

"You can say that again," Roy said, more to his burger than to Al. He looked over at the bathroom door, which Ed had dived into as soon as the door had been unlocked. "He's taking a damn long time, someone else might want to use some hot water!" Roy yelled the last bit of the sentence, but was met with no response.

"I don't get why you're so keen on sharing a room anyway," Al said without looking up from his laptop.

"I've been sleeping in my car the last two nights," Roy said. "Some of us don't run scams to get our rooms, Elric."

"Fair enough," Al muttered.

Roy finished off his burger and tossed the wrapper in the trash before getting up and banging on the bathroom door. "You done in there yet, princess?"

"I'm going to fucking KILL you, Mustang!" Ed roared, and Roy took a few steps away from the door.

"Your funeral," Al said. Ed tore the door open, one hand on the towel barely cinched around his waist and long blond hair plastered to his shoulders and back. "Ed, put pants on before you kill Roy," Al didn't bother looking up. "You'll need both hands, and that's a white towel. The bloodstains would be suspicious."

Roy glared at Al. "Whose side are you on, anyway?"

Ed marched up to Roy, dripping wet. "The bathroom's free, PRINCESS." Then he flung himself onto the bed, still sopping wet. Roy opened his mouth, dismayed, looked to Al, then back to Ed, who was currently rubbing his wet head against the pillows and grinning smugly at Roy.

Very smugly. With his legs spread and inviting and towel hiked high and -

Roy snarled something unintelligible and slammed the bathroom door behind him, lock clicking audibly.

Al lifted his head to see his brother sitting upright, towel spread across his lap, and wringing his hair into the bedspread. Ed grinned evilly and Al sighed, wondering if it would be safer to sleep in the car tonight.

#

When Roy had finally composed himself enough to come back out of the bathroom, Ed was sitting on the edge of Roy's bed, wearing a pair of boxers and working on drying his hair with a towel. The TV was on and Al was nowhere in sight. The laptop was gone, too. "Where's Al?" Roy asked carefully.

"One of the werewolves works night shift at an all-night coffee shop," Ed said, looking over at Roy. "Al decided it was worthwhile to do some surveillance, and decided I couldn't be trusted with his laptop. Whatever." Ed scratched at his head and then pulled at his hair. "This is so fucking annoying, you know."

"So Al's gone for a while?" Roy repeated.

Ed shot Roy an irritated glance. "You are so not getting any," he said. "I'm mad at you." He picked up the brush and started dragging it roughly through his wet hair, muttering darkly under his breath.

Roy took the brush from Ed's hand. Ed looked up in surprise, and then acquiesced and allowed Roy to brush his hair. "Such a pain in my ass," he muttered while Roy gently worked the brush through Ed's thick wet hair. "Do you guys get off on brushing it or something?"

"No," Roy said, sitting behind Ed on the bed and leaning in, folding his arms over Ed's shoulders and burying his face in the damp blond locks. He inhaled deeply, Ed smelled of the cheap hotel shampoo and aftershave. Ed tilted his head tiredly but didn't complain. "I'm sorry I called you a cheerleader," Roy said, brushing the hair away from Ed's neck and biting him lightly there.

Ed made a slightly irritated noise. "Well, I'm not sorry I punched you," Ed said. He tried to twist away. "Remember what I said about you not getting any?"

Roy threaded his arms under Ed's, clasping them about Ed's middle. "But I said I was sorry," he purred into Ed's neck.

Ed put his hands over Roy's and pushed them insistently south. "Who said apologies got you anywhere," he muttered, turning his head so Roy could kiss him. Roy slid his hands into Ed's boxers and cupped him easily. He pressed Ed's cock against his stomach, rubbing it up and down while it was still contained in his boxers. Ed reached back and flailed for Roy's head with one hand, the other wrapped around Roy's wrist. He screwed his eyes shut his mouth fell open.

Roy carded his fingers through Ed's damp hair with his free hand while he stroked Ed's cock with his other. Ed groaned loudly then pushed back, half-turning in Roy's lap and then forcing Roy onto his back, straddling the other man's chest, hands on either side of his head. "Roy," Ed panted, his hair falling about his head like a curtain. He heeled off his boots with practice, barely disturbing Ed as he did so.

It was a familiar song-and-dance. Roy clung to Ed's arms, doubled nearly in half as Ed fucked him with broad and sure strokes. Ed's gold hair kept tangling and he'd swipe it out of his eyes, the tracing of it on Roy's skin feather-light when Ed leaned down to lick or bite.

And then when it was all over Ed sprawled across Roy's chest a happy exhausted weight. Roy would have been content to go to sleep like this, with an armful of Ed but then Ed remembered that Al would be coming back to the room, and had a fit until Roy pulled himself upright long enough to put on pants before passing out on the bed. Ed sat beside Roy and brushed his hair out of the sex-induced tangle before crawling into the undisturbed bed and falling quickly asleep as well.