FMA isn’t mine. If you read this and think it’s either marketable, canon or both… you’re worse off than me.

Gluttony hated waiting for food.

Perhaps it had to do with his insatiable appetite.

But here he was, waiting for dinner in hopes of satisfying a new appetite he’d picked up on.

Why must food be cooked? It takes so long.

…

Long, long, long, taking too long…

Gluttony couldn’t take it any more. It had been the longest eight seconds of his life.

Must food really be cooked?

“It’s ready. A little raw, but…”

Gluttony just grabbed the piles of meat out of Roy Mustang’s hands and gobbled them up.

Roy blinked in surprise as Gluttony leapt up with a big smile, meat juice dribbling down his chin.

“It was worth waiting for, wasn’t it?” Roy beamed; smoke still coming from his gloved hands.

Gluttony looked as thoughtful as he was capable of.

“You’re certainly not going to get anyone else cooking meat so fast…” Roy began.

“But I’m not patient. I want everything now and tons of it!” Gluttony whined.

“It may take me a couple of seconds to cook your meat but you don’t have to wait for the other thing.”

Gluttony gave Roy a toothy grin. He’d found the perfect person to fulfill his appetites while none of his fellow homunculi were getting fed or laid.

THE END. Roy/Gluttony, doesn’t that make you feel all warm inside?