Russell Tringham was a good asset to what Ling now called his little harem of blonds. The boy was smart, he could cook, he matches both Ling and Ed in a sparring match, and he was always willing to help Ling make a shrimp sandwich.
Russell Tringham was a god send… most of the times.
Since he seemed so perfect, Ling poked at the little things about the boy that annoyed him. The fact that he was younger, for instance, or the fact that he would spend most of the stuff he cooked were vegetables. (Ling hated he greens.) But one of the things that annoyed him the most was how Russell would call Edward, ‘baby.’
It wasn’t just that, Edward had a special nickname and Ling didn’t, it was the fact that someone was calling Edward Elric ‘baby’ and Edward Elric was letting them get away with it. Edward didn’t even let Ling call him that, or anything as for that matter. It was unheard of, it was appalling. It made Ling want to, more then anything, hear himself call Edward his baby and have Edward allow it.
Ed had been his first, it was only right.
With that conclusion, Ling decided to do something about it. Which brought him to his currently position, hunched over a still sleeping Edward, while Russell took his morning shower. He contemplated his plan of action, before leaning forward, his warm breath now tickling Edward’s neck. The blond licked his lips and sighed.
“Ed…” Ling purred nuzzling his nose in a show of affection against Edward’s neck.
“Ling,” Ed whined clutching the covers weakly, but the smile that made its way on his lips was absolute.
Ling smiled, and placed a kiss on the spot that he had been coddling, “Morning.” The Prince grinned; there was a pause, before he continued, “Baby.”
Saying this was usually Russell’s morning ritual, but Ling decided he did a much better job at it. Calling Ed a pet named felt right, he liked how the name ‘baby’ rolled off his tongue, and he decided he really should do it more often.
However, the smile Ling had earned was gone in a flash, and before he knew it, Edward’s automail leg was planted firmly in a very sensitive spot. The pain was almost blinding, but he could take a hint, and he gave Edward space while he tended to his injury. Ed mumbled something before shifting and turning his back to Ling.
Ouch, that hurt… or maybe it was the fact that Ling’s balls were bleeding. The Prince couldn’t tell. He whimpered in defeat (for now) and sat up to swing his legs over the bed. Just has he did so, the bed room door opened and Russell stepped in. Hair still dripping wet, a towel wrapped around his waist, and the scent of his shampoo a heavy musk that announced his presence. He looked stunning, as always, but Ling couldn’t help but glare at him.
Russell raised an eye brow at his lover’s rebelling look, but padded into the room, and over to Edward’s side of the bed, to plant a light kiss on the older boy’s head. Ed sniffed the air. “Morning Baby.” Russell said casually, Ling snorted in defiance.
Edward gave Russell a slightly different response then he had given Ling, and hid under the covers seeking more sleep while mumbling a barely understood, “Don’t call me that.”
Russell’s laugh was cut short, as Ling suddenly stood up and stalked out of the bed room.
-Follow up? *Head desk*