Ed couldn’t concentrate on what the Fuhrer was saying, not with Greed in the room. His eyes kept darting over to the corner where the Homunculus stood, head bowed, arms crossed, as if sleeping. But after a moment, the black hair bobbed up and Greed locked eyes with Edward. Greed flashed Ed a wicked toothy grin, and Ed glared in response. He stepped back a little, until his elbow bumped into the General’s.
Roy Mustang looked away from The Fuhrer, and gave Edward the briefest of concerned looks before turning and continued giving the Fuhrer his undivided attention.
Greed chuckled. ‘He’s scared…’
He’s not scared! A second voice piped up.
‘No, of course not,’ Greed answered this voice. ‘He’s more… Feisty. And to think all that feistiness is mine.’
An appalled feeling wracked through his body, and Greed could only blame the other for making him feel it.
Yours? What do you mean yours?the voice demanded.
Greed licked his lips as he noticed Edward give him another cautious look. ‘Well, Your Highness,’ he mocked, ‘he was your bedmate before you gave this body to me, and now that I have this body, I have your bedmate. What’s yours is mine, and mine is yours.’
You can’t have Edward…
Greed bit his tongue to suppress a burst of laughter. ‘And why not…?’ he snickered.
You just can’t! I won’t allow it, you don’t understand!
‘I understand that you just don’t want me to have what was once yours, Prince,’ Greed snarled, ‘I have your memories, remember? I know everything you and he did together, all those well spent nights.’ Greed looked out the window, it was already starting to get dark and thinking about what this body did in the past at night time, made his body tingle a little, ‘You know I might even make Edward love you more, I’ll make him feel incredible.”
The last word was purred to Ling’s disgust, but all he could do was huff in frustration, and glare at the darkness around him.
Greed just didn’t understand.
Edward wasn’t his, never had been, and probably never would be. Edward had always belonged to someone else…
Outside, Ling could see Edward give Greed another once over. This time Greed decided to play around a little, and sent Ed a quick airborne kiss. Disgusted, Edward recoiled and bumped into General Mustang for the second time.
This time, Mustang grabbed his arm, in one quick motion, and heaved him to his other side, effectively putting himself between Ed and Greed. He sent Greed a warning glare before continuing to listen to the Fuhrer’s warnings.
The feeling of rejection hit Greed like a train, and Ling only smiled.
No, Edward never really had been his…
Not one of my better Ling/Ed Fics XD