Title: Follow the White Rabbit
Pairing: Ling/Ed (with Greed as the reluctant narrator and Roy/Ed)
Rated: PG-15
Comments: Wow, this was so incredibly pointless. XD But amusing to write, in any case, lol. Written for theme #27: overflow, at 30_kisses.

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Greed’s foot swung over the edge of the roof with a carefully deceptive negligence, his finger tapping against the curve of his knee. He could barely see his own hand in the darkness, but that hardly mattered. The only thing he needed-wanted-to see right then was illuminated perfectly for him by the pallid yellow glow of the streetlamp below.

Edward Elric stood on the corner just left of Central, boots scuffed and stained with wet mud and arms crossed. Long bangs hid his eyes from view but his lips were compressed and his nostrils flared every few seconds, which probably meant the blond was furious over something or other, an emotion Edward’s features were not unused to forming.

Greed frowned briefly when the muscles in his legs seized and refused to move just as he made to drop down in front of the simmering blond below. This was what the idiot inside him had wanted and now he was changing his mind? His fingers dug into the coarse cloth of his pants. He didn’t know why he accommodated the prince at all.

Actually, that wasn’t quite true. The prince had a method for getting his way, which consisted of prattling on and on and on and on until all other sound faded away into a dull fuzz and Greed could hear nothing but the roar of Ling’s thoughts echoing and overflowing and he seriously considered taking a stake and hammer to his skull just to shut him up. He had, in fact, snatched Wrath’s sword at one point and hacked the top of his skull off (and the silence, though brief, had been like a cool balm) but then he’d reformed and Ling had started with the incessant prattle all over again.

He gave a long-suffering sigh and stared morosely down at Edward, who was now grumbling obscenities to himself. What was so fascinating about Edward Elric anyway? Ling responded to his thought with a long, detailed list of the things Edward could do with his tongue.

Okay. Greed snorted. More than he needed to know. Although admittedly intriguing.

His attention was diverted when a large black car pulled up in front of Edward.

“It’s about time, you fucking idiot! I told you to come get me an hour ago! If I had walked, I’d probably have gotten there by now.” Edward’s arms waved wildly as he shouted at the driver and Greed smiled, feeling a curious fondness unfurling in his chest and by god, that better have been the idiot prince’s emotion.

“Calm down, Edward, I had business on the other side of town.”

Through the front windshield, Greed watched as Roy Mustang reached across the seat and wrapped a fist around Edward’s blond braid, pulling him forward before planting a kiss full on Edward’s mouth. Greed felt a dull roar rising between his ears as Ling reared up, his body now itching to move and tear the Colonel apart. Greed took sadistic pleasure in refusing Ling’s urging, even if his body trembled at fighting the influence the prince seemed to have on his own limbs.

He watched the car speed away, two spots of light fading into the city, probably on their way to some late night fucking. Greed sighed and slammed a palm against his temple, but Ling refused to shut up.

“Fine, fine, you…” Greed could find no words to voice just how ingratiating the prince was. He pushed himself off the roof and landed on all fours on the pavement below. He dusted off his palms before shoving them into his pockets and strolling down the sidewalk. He ignored Ling’s protests to go faster. He would damn well take his time tracking Edward down. Who wanted to see some midget getting fucked by a man twice his age anyway?

“Oh shut up,” Greed growled at the response Ling gave him, before reluctantly picking up his pace.

Honestly, Greed thought resentfully, he was becoming such a softy.

The end.