Title: Morning Feint
Rated: PG-13 for not so innocent thoughts
Pairing: EdxLing
Comments: I just love Ling’s quirkiness. He faints in random places and then gets pple to take him in and feed him free food XD. I LOVE him. He uses it to get him free food…why not other ulterior motives? HAHAHA.

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Ed’s shoulders drooped into an annoyed slant and he jerked his hands into his pockets as he ranted. “Why are you still following me? Central is brimming with state alchemists; go find someone else to…” His tirade degenerated into a collection of rather colorful insults.

“Brother!” Al said at his side, lifting his hands in a feeble attempt to calm Ed.

Ling continued to smile serenely, completely oblivious to the turn Ed’s rant had taken as he was currently rapt with how the material of Ed’s pants had tightened across the blond’s bottom when he’d shoved his hands into his pockets. His dark gaze continued to ponder the firm mounds from below his lowered lids and he thought how pleasing it was that the blond had chosen not to wear his large red coat that morning.

Speaking of morning, he had yet to eat…

“Brother!”

“Young master!”

Al and Lanfan cried in unison as Ling toppled forward, landing directly on top of Ed, who, being the smaller of the two, had immediately yielded to the unexpected load of Ling’s body and crumpled beneath him.

“GET OFF ME!” Ed’s shout echoed through the market as Lanfan scrambled to push Ling’s dead weight off him-carefully, as Ling was a prince and could not be treated with any less care. Al bent over his brother, hands out in supplication for the infuriated young man to stay still.

Ling mumbled something incoherent, rubbing his cheek against Ed’s lower back, just above the curve of his buttock. Ed stiffened. Shoving roughly at the Xing prince, one booted foot hit Ling sharply across the face as he clambered to his feet and dusted himself off.

“Stupid son of a…” Ed stomped off, his litany of curses fading behind him. Al said a quick apology for his brother’s behavior before darting after him as Lanfan glared at the back of the retreating man’s blond head. Neither of them noticed the brief smile curving Ling’s mouth.

The end.