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Open Thighs
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"Where is that annoying sonuvabitch?" Edward demanded, chucking his report at the window behind the Colonel's desk. "He's always finding some excuse to ditch his duties. That lazy slacker! One day I'm going to chain him to his stupid desk and then we'll see how he copes…" The blonde rubbed his hands together deviously, then blushed at the image of Roy bound in chains, entirely at his mercy.
Havoc shrugged at the other end of the office and grunted around his cigarette. "Come on, Boss. Don't be too hard on the guy. You know the Chief is busy with all kinds of work."
"Yeah, or more like busy spreading his legs," Ed grumbled crossly, folding his arms over his chest.
Pleasantly, from behind him, Roy countered with a smirk, "Not true, Edward. As you well know, I'm the one moving in-between them."
The horrific blush on Ed's cheeks deepened dramatically.
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A/N: A drabble-and-a-half length. But hopefully still funny. Ah, the age-old seme vs. uke debate. But I've been torturing Roy so much lately that I decided to write something where he had the upper hand again.
-Kara
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