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Drabble The First: Study Break

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Roy gripped the alchemical journal tightly in both hands. He was sitting in a corner on the library floor. It was quiet. Not many people were still milling around the military library at this hour of the night.

But quiet was good. It meant no one disturbed him.

The clock chimed. Roy squinted up briefly. Night again. He must have been here for almost twenty-four hours, then.

The print of the journal was too small and too light. He lowered his head, straining his eyes to read. The letters kept dancing up and down in his vision. Damn. Maybe he needed more coffee.

No. He shouldn’t move again. He had to keep studying, this was too important.

“Roy Mustang, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Roy looked up and snarled.

“I’m baking cookies. What does it look like?”

Maes scratched his chin.

“It looks like you’ve been here for too long. When was the last time you took a break?”

“I don’t need breaks.” Roy muttered, trying to find his place on the page again. Willing Maes to take a hint, for once in his life, and bugger off.

The book snapped shut, missing his forehead by less than an inch, and was pulled out of his hands.

“Hey!”

Maes grinned at him. Roy gritted his teeth.

“I was reading that.”

“You need to eat. And sleep.” Maes added, looking more closely at Roy’s pale face.

“I see. And what, exactly, gives you the right to tell me what to do?” Roy was seething.

“Because I outrank you, that’s why.” Maes told him.

And then he ducked Roy’s first punch, only barely evading the second. Roy grabbed him by the collar.

“What did you say, you shit?” Roy growled.

“I gave you an order, Warrant Officer.”

“I’m not on duty. What I do in my spare time is none of your business, Sir.” Roy attempted to get up.

Maes grabbed Roy’s jacket and pulled it down, so that it pinned Roy’s arms to his body. Roy made another enraged noise.

Maes gripped the loose ends of Roy’s sleeves, trappingRoy's hands to his sides.

“Get off me!”

But Roy knew he’d already lost the fight. Lack of sleep had made him weak.

Maes leaned over and kissed Roy’s lips. The struggling ceased almost instantly. Maes’ tongue found its way around Roy’s mouth, slowly, reaching all the right spots.

Maes broke first. He cupped his hands around Roy’s face.

“Lets see you glare at me now.”

Roy tried, his lips still trembling and his features far too relaxed. Damn. Maes laughed and pulled him to his feet.

“Now. Eat.”

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owari

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a/n: Argh! I have been seduced by the pretty fanart of this pairing. Sigh…