Roy bent over his desk, his coal black eyes staring unfocused at the paperwork scattered seemingly everywhere. 'This is hopeless.' He thought, agitated by his lack of focus. His thoughts kept drifting to a certain blonde he knew who worked closely with him. Leaning back in his chair, he ran an ungloved hand through his short untidy locks, vaguely wishing his hand was running though a certain someone's hair.
Roy thought back to his dream, the golden halo of hair fanned out above him as he stared into the deep amber orbs of his would-be lover. A sigh parted his lips as he let his hand fall down over his eyes. He mouthed 'Edward", feeling a surge of happiness from just the mention of the blondes' name.

Angrily, he sat back up, glancing at the first paper that came into his sight. He snatched it up and scanned through the first paragraph of the paper, pausing as he realized it was hand written.

This was Edward's handwriting.

Holding the unbelievable paper in his hand he shifted through the piles of papers on his desk, pulling out, at last, the folder containing the last report Ed had turned in.

The handwriting matched.

Ed must have been writing this and turned it in accidently with his report. Seeing as Roy let paperwork accumulate regularly on his desk, it wasn't odd that neither he nor the blonde had noticed an extra sheet of paper. Re-reading the first paragraph slower this time, he continued on with the rest of the letter, feeling a small amount of heat flush into his cheeks, enough to be considered a blush.

And the Flame Alchemist did not blush.

"DAMNIT AL!" Ed screeched, pounding his frustration into the wall beside him, mainly with his right fist.
'Thank god Winry makes his automail so strong…' Al mused, watching his

brother with worried eyed. Or as worried eyes could be in a suit of armor.

"Where is it?!" Ed whined, going back to tearing apart their apartment.

"Maybe you dropped it on the way to see the Colo--- him." Al corrected himself, knowing that even to call him Colonel could strike a nerve with his brother. Or send him into an even more stress-filled rage.

"What if I left it with my report! Al, that means he HAS it!" Ed let out another frustrated shout, his eyes burning with the need to cry. "And that bastard would NEVER let me live it down! He would use it against me…" Ed chocked on his next words, feeling the first hot tear slide down his cheek. He wiped it away roughly, feeling more begin to fall. Ed continued to choke down the whimpering sounds he desperately wanted to make.

"Brother," Al all but whispered, touching the top of Ed's golden head gently, feeling the smaller blonde give into his touch; his shields breaking away.
"I'm scared, Brother." Ed's voice was thick with tears. "What if he found the letter? What if he's reading it right now and he thinks I'm disgusting and," his voice hitched again , his face now buried in Al's side, his arms around the large, awkward shaped metal body. Al held his older brother gently against him, wishing he could do more. Roy was his brother's most sensitive topic. After all…

The Fullmetal Alchemist did not cry.

Dear Winry,

How's everything back home? Is your studying paying off? Things here haven't changed. Mustang is still a bastard. But here's the thing, Winry… I don't think it's a crush or teenage hormones. I've felt this way about Roy for 3 years now. Winry… I know for sure now. I'm in love with Roy Mustang. I don't even know HOW I love the bastard. But being alone with him in his office… I just KNOW. I could never tell him of course. That would be suicide. Al is trying to help me out. I wish Roy would figure it out and love me back. What should I do...

Roy set the letter back down on his desk, not wanting to read the rest again. How much does he tell that girl anyway? Shaking that off he closed his eyes, letting his head fall into his hands clasped on his desk. Just thinking about the rest of Ed's letter make him feel… well, unspeakable things.

"Edward," he groaned.

"Mustang?"

Roy noticeable jumped as he heard the subject of his thoughts answer him. He raised his head to see Ed standing almost hesitantly at his door. He caught a quick glance of an armored hand pushing Ed forward before the door closed. Roy raised an eyebrow at the blonde before him. Leaning back in his chair, seemingly calm, collected, his thoughts ran around wildly in his mind.

'How much did he see? Or notice? Did he see me reading the letter? What is he here for? God those pants look good on him.' Roy mentally smacked himself as he unconsciously asked the blonde, "Fullmetal, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Ed still hadn't moved from the door and Roy thought he saw the door being locked before the blonde moved forward, though he couldn't be sure.

"I, Uh," Ed stumbled over what to say to him. His heart beat rapidly as his eyes locked with Roy's for a moment before the blonde cast them downward again. He could only imagine the look Roy was giving him now and it turned his cheeks red.
"Yes?" Roy provoked, glad that the boys eyes were elsewhere, giving himself the opportunity to admire the golden sun kissed glow Ed's skin seemed to give off, the tightness of Ed's black pants, his build, the line of his jaw, those soft kissable looking lips…

Roy cut himself off from his thoughts, leaning forward on his desk.

"Edward?" he tried, receiving a startled look from the younger man. "What is this about?" He was beginning to have an idea of what Ed wanted to ask about. His eyes darted down to the letter on his desk, which, apparently, was a mistake. Ed's faces turned a dark red, his body stiffening and… were those tears in his eyes?

'It's now or never, Roy.' He thought to himself and stood up, folding the letter and handed it to Ed, a knowing smile on his lips.

"Edward," Roy began when Ed suddenly learned how to speak again.
"It's not at all what you think you perverted bastard, it's completely different, you can just forget everything I wrote because you'll never return the," Ed stopped as Roy took him by the shoulders, staring into his eyes.

"If only I had known sooner." Were his words to the blonde before he leaned down, pressing his lips to the blondes gently.