Author's Note: I do not own FMA, Roy Mustang or Maes Hughes (though I really wish I did). All rights go to their respective companies and all that other legality crap. I also don't own the song "4Ever" by The Veronicas, whose song inspired this work.
Here we are, so what you gonna do. Do I gotta spell it out for you? I can see that you got other plans for tonight, but I don't really care
Maes had been in a relationship with Gracia for about a month, and Roy was bittersweet about the new romance. He had gotten angry when Maes mentioned that he was going to see her for a third time in one week, when they had barely seen each other at all. The older man was less than pleased with Roy's behaviour, and the glint in the Flame's eyes spoke of some hidden emotion. Roy spoke firmly:
"Cancel your plans. All of them. That's an order."
Size me up; you know I beat the best. Tick tock no time to rest. Let 'em say what they're gonna say, but tonight, I just don't even care
He was The Flame Alchemist, the hero of the Ishbal Rebellion; he could get any man or woman he laid his eyes on, and then some. More so, the respect he demanded from his inferiors was evident in their loyalty. If his subordinates saw any of the behaviour he planned on displaying that evening, there would be extensive damage to his political schemes. 'Fraternization, disorderly conduct…' he listed off the possibilities in his head. For once, his heart came before his mind. His goal for the evening was not to push himself up the ladder to being Fuhrer – he could save that for another day.
…I've seen it all, I've got nothing to prove. Come on, baby, just make your move. Follow me, let's leave it all behind tonight, like we just don't care
Certainly, he'd had his number of relationships, varying in their degrees of intensity and importance, yet there was one person that he always went back to after everything. Their friendship was nurtured in the Academy when they were teenagers, then they were comrades during the war. Sometime between their innocence and their experience with the real world, Roy noticed he no longer wanted the man's friendship. He had tried dating others, though they never held a candle to his best friend.
After work, Maes cancelled his plans as per request. The two men met at the front of headquarters, went to the bar and had a number of drinks. Their inhibitions were gone, but they still had some of their wits about them. Maes noticed Roy's behaviour, there was a reason why he was stationed in intelligence. Awkward conversations begot awkward silence, and he kissed Roy.
Let me take you on the ride of your life, that's what I said alright. They can say what they wanna say'cause tonight, I just don't even care
Roy paid the tab and pulled Maes in for a passionate kiss, right at the bar in full uniform. He simply did not care anymore. The booze was not the catalyst, though everyone in sight could have assumed otherwise. With a tug and a wink, Roy had Maes' hand in his, walking to his house. "Let's go somewhere we can't be seen…"
…Let's pretend you're mine (we could just pretend, we could just pretend, yeah yeah). You got what I like (you got what I like, I got what you like, oh come on). Just one taste and you'll want more, so tell me what you're waiting for...
Lips crashed into lips, lips nipped smooth skin, and skin met skin. It was rushed, demanding, and wild. There was no way to deny the pent up passion, or the intensity between the two men. "I really shouldn't be...," the elder knew it was wrong. It was very wrong of him, though he couldn't stop; he was addicted. 'An addiction that I can't break,' he thought to himself and smiled, kissing Roy deeply.