Fae Elric Presents…
Name that Tune
A/N: Before I start the fic, is there anyone out there who knows how to say "two" in Russian? Just curious. :)
Disclaimer: (sigh) Don't make me hurt you.
"What are you listening to?" Roy's question was laced lightly with disgust.
"What?" Ed faked a pout. "What's wrong with it?"
"You can't understand a word they're saying."
Ed raised an eyebrow. "So?"
"And it sounds like they're strangling cats," Roy declared, turning down his blonde lover's music.
"It does not," Ed told him. "It's just a couple of girls who can sing really high, that's all." He reached his hand out to turn the upbeat, peppy music back to its ear-splitting volume, but Roy's hand shot out and wrapped itself around Ed's slender fingers.
Roy shook his head. "I don't think so, little man," he smirked.
Ed mirrored the smirk seductively. "Now, Roy, we both know that's not true," he chastised, forcing his voice into a deep, throaty purr.
"Hm." Roy tightened his grip around Edward's hand and pulled him closer. He let his free hand wander to the nape of the blonde's neck and promptly begin to undo the plait that restrained the beautiful hair that everyone- men and women alike- was envious of. He leaned his head down to Ed's, mingling their breaths. "You know I can't resist when you do that," he murmured, staring into the aureate eyes before him. His lips were a mere hair's breadth away from Ed's. So close, yet so far. Ed deemed this to be too far away and quickly forced his lips upon Roy's. The older of the two wasted no time in deepening the kiss.
After a few moments, Ed pulled back and whispered alluringly against Roy's neck, "I know," sending pleasant shivers down Flame's spine. Ed lightly touched his lips to the skin just above the taller man's collarbone.
"You still can't turn up the volume."
Roy was in a surprisingly bouncy mood the next morning at work. He could be seen walking around with a genuine smile on his face. Instead of grumbling and procrastinating until Hawkeye put a gun to his head, he immediately started on his paperwork.
But the strangest of all was that the Flame Alchemist was… singing.
And it sounded suspiciously like cats being strangled.
After about an hour of this odd behavior, Havoc asked, "With all due respect, sir, what the hell are you singing?"
Roy's entire body froze, his pen poised, ready to finish his cramped signature.
And, after clearing a decent-sized area off his desk, Roy banged his head on his desk repeatedly.
A/N: hee hee… cute, non? I love it when I get a song somebody hates stuck in their head. I figured I should start making up for all the angstiness I wrote. Touka koukan desu yo! By the way, the music I envisioned Ed to be listening to in the beginning is from a Russian group called TATU. They're pretty good; both of the girls have pretty high ranges, which they constantly take advantage of. I sing in the mid- to lower-range, so it doesn't sound so nice when I try to sing along with the high notes. (Thank God for harmonies.) Anyway, go check out their music! "Nas ne Dogonyat" and "Malchik Gey" are my favorites. Both are pretty lively. Argh, that's not the point, just go listen to their music, okay?