Pairing: Roy/Edward
Warnings: Homosexual romantic/sexual love, Angst, Fluff, Foul Words, Implied war and death, Unbeta
AN: First time writing for FMA and for R/E, so forgive me for OCC. I'm using this to help me flesh out the voices of Roy Mustang and Edward Elric. Each chapter would be roughly 700 to 1000 words. Any comment,tips or flames are welcome . I don't own FMA, if I did there a lot of gay sex between Roy and Ed. :P

Beta Theme; From Thirteen drabbles

Butterflies

He thinks of crushed butterflies with ruined wings when his eyes finds a small boy wrapped in white, skin pale and golden eyes gone dull. He knows when a butterfly's wings are crush, they are doom, fated to their untimely death; but he still has to try.

He has to try.

Groceries

"No. Milk."

"Yes. Milk."

"No."

"Yes."

"How about we forget the milk and I don't punch your face in?"

"Edward, because you never drink milk, it stunted your growth and you can't even touch my elbow with a stepstool."

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT THAT-"

Trains

"Fuckin' trains. Never on time. Ya nev' ridin' another one. Ever. " Edward slurred, pressed against Roy's warm body, and buried his face against the man's chest. Roy frowned first at the short blonde then at his gleeful men, all drunk and giggly, making mocking kissy faces. Only Hawkeye and Falman remain normal, blank and stern faces carefully hiding any amusement. He had left for the East City for a meeting two days ago, and came home to a drunk and cuddly Edward.

"No more trains, okay?"

"Edward, I have to ride something when I need to go somewhere."

Somehow, Edward molded his body even closer with a wicked grin and smug golden eyes.

"Ya can ride me anytime."

Roy only sighed again as the drunks broke down laughing.

Gravestone

The sky was a deep, prefect blue and the grass tall and bright green. Edward Elric tiredly placed himself next to his mother's grave, placing the lilies down. How long since he last talked to her? Just before the war, and just after ten years, it had thankfully ended. He scowled, and shook his head; the memories of the war had no place near his mother's grave.

He sighed softly with a smile, "Hey, mom. I sorry, I haven't been here to see you." The blonde man licked his lips, "I been real busy, you know how the Military is. I just became a Colonel, I don't know what the hell they thinking, like I even understand how the damn Military work." He rested a hand on the cool stone, "I know Al been up here to tell you about his baby girl. She looks a lot like you, got your smile and nose and hopefully will have more sense than Al or I never had."

"Heh. Granny Pinako is still alive and kicking, I think Al, Winry and I will our graves long before she ever will be. I was sure all that smoke would have killed her by now. Speaking of Rockbell, Winry is pretty much the best known automail mechanic in the whole country now. But we all knew that was going to happen, I just wish her Ma and Pa could see her now. She married to this guy she met in Rush Valley, and they talking about kids. "

He chatted mindlessly, only spoken of the war once in passing, and talking of people and meanlessly things. The blond man didn't see the taller, dark man walked toward him until the shadow draped itself across the ground.

"Oh, hey Bastard." He pushed himself off the ground with a grunt.

The war had done a number on him, broken bones, countless body scars and bloody memoires. But, Edward knew that it had even more impact on Roy, with an older, firy war that trailed after him like a ghost and the newly ended one that still nip at his feet. He glanced at the older man before with a small smile, and gripped Roy's gloved hand, and tugged him closer.

"Hey Mom, there someone I want you to meet."

Sleep

If there was one thing Roy Mustang would be forever thankful for, it would be the fact that Edward was a deep sleeper.

Really, he seen that boy asleep everywhere, his office, on the floor, in a moving car, or hell, one time even he found the boy sleeping in the bathtub with the showerhead still running.

But, thankfully, it allowed him to touch and caresses the toned body next to him in ways he couldn't when the boy was awake.

("Urg... Too mushy, Mustang! Get off!... Stop kissing me-muhff!")

Hopefully, the boy will grow of it or get used to it; and maybe even began returning such touches. He ran his thumb over a smooth, flush with sleep cheek and pressed a kiss against Ed's blond brow. But, for now, he will take whatever he could get.