AN: Super dyslexic (also just an idiot), so if there any anything obvious I missed in my 7 times of checking this, just tell me.
"Surprise!" Hughes yelled as he busted into Mustang's office. Maes' arms were wide open as he stood in the doorway. Mustang made no effort to look up from his work, and Hughes opened his arms again, flailing them around a bit. Mustang stayed focused on his work. It was late, dark, and no one was left in the office.
"Nice to see you too, old friend." Maes said as he shut the door, and walked over to Roy. This got Roy to slowly look up, staring daggers. "Why you working so late?" Hughes asked as he placed his hands on his hips. Roy just groaned.
"Maybe, it's because people like you keep interrupting me!" Mustang hissed as he rubbed his temples. Hughes held his hands up in a neutral gesture.
"Whoa, just came by to see how you were!" Hughes said as he approached the other man's desk.
"Fine, Hughes." Mustang said plainly.
"Maybe you should stop being such a stiff!" Hughes groaned as he got annoyingly close to Mustang. Mustang stared back, his eyes narrowing in clear annoyance. If Hughes noticed the other man's annoyance, he didn't show it. "If you didn't work so much, you would be able to find a wife!" Hughes squealed gleefully. Mustang stared up as his eye twitched. "Whoa, you should get that checked out." Hughes said as he motioned to Roy's eye.
"Hughes, I do not need, nor want a wife." Mustang growled. A large smile slowly spread across Maes' face.
"Oh, do you want a husband?" Hughes said, unable to resist the temptation to open his mouth. Hughes smiled as he saw the horror spread itself across Mustang's face.
"Hughes." Mustang said with a warning to his tone. Hughes shrugged.
"What? I've seen the way you look at him," Hughes said plainly. "Honestly I'm not sure how no one else has noticed." Hughes said the last part quickly, almost mumbling it to himself. Mustang couldn't help but become upset.
"I don't know who you are talking about, and I have a lot of work here." Roy said through his clenched jaw, trying now to lash out at his friend. Hughes just smiled.
"You might want to confess your feelings before he finds someone else." Hughes said. His voice had changed. It was deep, and serious. Mustang took a deep breath.
"I'll see what I can do." Mustang said as he got out of his seat.
"You just might want to keep it a little bit secret since he's a kid, and well, that makes you look like a perverted old man." Hughes said with a large stupid grin.
"Out!" Mustang yelled. Hughes walked to the door, he opened it, and stood in the doorway.
"Tell me how it goes? I've never seen you have such a crush like this!" Hughes said like a thirteen year old girl before quickly whipping the door shut. He closed it just in time to block a well aimed pen. The pen now bounced off the shut door and landed on the floor. Mustang stared at the door, then let out a sigh.
"Easier said than done." Roy whispered to himself.
It had been a few weeks since Roy's talk with Hughes. He still hadn't said anything to Edward. He couldn't allowed himself to make a move against the boy. Regardless of his own feelings Edward was just a boy, and an emotional one at that. Roy couldn't add to his stress because of his own selfish desires. Not to mention the chance that Edward liked him like that, was pretty much nonexistent.
Now of course Edward was standing in his office. Mustang found it near impossible to keep his eyes from wandering over the boy's body.
"Mustang?" Edward asked. Roy realized he had spaced out.
"I'm tired Fullmetal." Roy growled. No wonder Hughes noticed, he felt like a school girl staring at Edward like this. He cleared his mind as Edward kept talking, or attempted to do so.
"Actually, come back at lunch." Roy said as he subtly rubbed his temples.
"What?! No, you bastard Al and I are here now!" Edward yelled. The raising of his voice got the attention of everyone working in Mustang's office. Mustang knew they were all looking at him at this point.
"Lunch." Mustang said simply before returning to his paperwork. He refused to look up, but when he heard the door slam he knew the boys were gone.
"What the hell is with that bastard?" Edward loudly groaned as he was walking down the halls.
"I think something is wrong with the Colonel, brother." Al said quietly. Edward looked up at Al with a raised eyebrow. "I think I'm going to stay in the room when you go to see him at lunch."
"What? Don't be silly Al!" Edward said as he delivered a small pat on his younger brother's metal back.
"It's not that I don't want to go with you, but I think maybe the colonel wants to speak with you, a-alone." Al said. He had so much understanding in his voice, like he could read Roy's mind.
"Okay, I can deal with that bastard on my own anyways!" Edward said with a toothy grin.
Edward returned at lunch time, alone. Mustang was also alone in his office, asleep. The violent opening, and slamming shut of the door didn't even wake the older man.
"Why would you even ask me to come back at lunch if you were going to be sleeping!" Edward yelled as the kicked the Colonel's desk.
"Ahh!" Mustang screamed as he whipped his body up into the sitting position.
"Bwahhaa!" Edward couldn't help but laughing loudly, and pointing at the Colonel. Mustang stared forward with a deadpan expression.
"What the hell full metal?" Mustang growled.
"Oh Fullmetal come back during lunch! Then I get here and you're asleep!" Edward said as he did his best to mimic Mustang's voice.
"Fullmetal." Mustang said sternly. Mustang was about to aggressively stand up to display as show of his authority. Unfortunately when Mustang slammed his hands down on the desk, and pushed himself a few inches off his chair, he noticed something. Something horrific, something Mustang wasn't expecting. He whipped his head down, and realized he was hard. Hard from what? Now his dream came back to him. Edward moaning as Roy touched him.
"Keep it together." Mustang thought to himself. He felt his erection pushing against his pants, and slowly lowered himself back onto the chair. Edward didn't miss the odd movement the Colonel just did. He stared with eyes squinted, and an eyebrow raised. He was waiting for an explanation that would never come. Mustang demanded Edward to tell him about what he needed to speak about. He had to keep his mind on work, and keep Edward unaware of his feelings.
This is especially hard, he could feel his face was a bit red. He was hotter than usual, and it was all Hughes' fault. He had kept his feeling for Edward bottled so deep he didn't even think about them, but Hughes just had to bring it up. Mid-sentence Edward stopped speaking. Roy didn't even notice. He was staring past Edward, his eyes glazing over. He had to think about something, had to not watch the boy's body as he moved.
Unfortunately Edward noticed there was something wrong with Mustang, and that he wasn't even listening. Mustang glanced back to Edward to see him just standing there staring at him.
"Al was right, you don't seem to be doing too well." Edward remarked. "What? All the not working getting to you? Edward asked with a laugh. Mustang glanced down to make sure his little problem was gone before standing up.
"I'll have you know I do more work than you could handle, Fullmetal." Mustang said. As he spoke he was slowly walking towards Edward. Before he knew it he was standing right in front of the boy. Mustang realized he had walked a little too close, but he wasn't going to back up now. He towered over the younger blond, onyx eyes meeting gold ones. There was something else on Edward's face, a blush was lighting the blond's cheeks. Mustang liked how Edward looked, but couldn't help wondering why the he was blushing.
Just then the door flew open. In the doorway stood Hughes. At first he had a look of shock on his face, then a smile slowly appeared. "Well I was going to see how you were doing, but apparently it's pretty well." Hughes said with a smirk towards Edward. Quickly Roy marched past Edward, grabbed Hughes by the sleeve, pulled him into the hallway, and slammed the office door shut. Edward just stood there in complete confusion.
"What the heck Mustang? I'm fine with the both of you!" Hughes complained
"Its not that I-" Mustang struggled to find the words. "I haven't said anything, I can't say anything to him." Roy explained with a sigh. He rubbed his temples.
"Well, let me tell you have I got my beautiful Gracia to go on a date with me!" Hughes squealed, and sounded dangerously close to an excited thirteen year old girl again.
"Hughes, I don't know if you have noticed, but this is a completely different situation!" Mustang said, and before he knew it he was yelling. He quickly bit his lip and glanced toward the door. He hoped Edward had not heard him.
"This situation is not different, you love the boy don't you?" Hughes asked. Roy just stared back, his face heating up. He hadn't considered he was actually in love with Edward. He did in fact like everything about Edward, even when not seeing him sexually. "Show him how much you care, maybe if you stop being such a jerk to him, he'll be the one to confess." Hughes said with a smile. He left Mustang without giving the other man time to speak. He just waved as he walked away.
Mustang couldn't help but smile to himself at the thought of Edward confessing his love for him. He opened the door to see Edward poking through some stuff on his shelf. "Whatever you want it's done." Mustang said plainly, trying to seem like he was being nice.
"You didn't even hear what I said! Or well at least you weren't paying attention when I said it." Edward said angrily as he crossed his arms. Mustang seated himself at his desk again.
"I know, but whatever it is, it will get done." Mustang said as he started ruffling through some papers. Edward gave him a toothy grin. "Glad you decided to change your mind, Hughes must put you in a good mood." He said. Mustang narrowed his eyes at the smirk Edward gave when he mentioned Hughes. Edward didn't say anything else on the subject, just explained what he wanted, then left.
Mustang began pulling out the files to get Edward where he wanted to be. He had heard about the philosopher's stone somewhere else, and for some reason was playing it by the rules this time. Mustang smiled to himself at the thought of Edward.