A/N: I haven't written a fanfic in forever, so please excuse the awkwardness as I get back into the "groove." Haha, that made me sound like an old person… Please R&R.
One-shot
Warnings: Language, (implied) yaoi
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or any associated logos, slogans, characters, etc.
Cigarette Smoke and Lies
That night was the night. It was a time that was always in engraved in my mind. The last night I saw him, I told him a lie.
I closed my eyes before taking a long drag on my cigarette. I then began to slowly move my hands over my desk, skimming over the stacks of paperwork I had yet to complete. Taking the cigarette in one hand, I laid my head down on a clear spot on my desk. My glossy eyes watched the small trail of smoke as it rose.
"I though you quit smoking," a husky voice whispered in my ear. I jumped in my chair and nearly lit my desk on fire.
"Jesus Christ, Maes, what the hell are you trying to do?" I snapped, glaring at the older man.
I slouched back in my chair and stuck the cigarette in my mouth again. "I did quit. Now get lost," I said under my breath.
He just stared at me, hands on hips, with a mother-duck expression on his face. I ignored him and turned my attention to the monstrously huge piles of paper on my desk. I then proceeded to take them one-one by one off their stacks and pretended to read them.
Maes leaned over my desk and grabbed the cigarette from my mouth, then stuck it in his. A puff of grey smoke left his slightly-parted lips. I shot him a 'you'd-better-not-piss-me-off-cause-I'm-already-in-a-shity-mood-and-I'm-ready-to-kill-something' glance. He just shrugged and started walking towards the couch.
"Where's your ashtray?" he asked quietly, making himself comfortable on the couch.
"On the bureau," I answered, without thinking.
A moment later I realized what I said. Damn. I looked over at him. He just sat there, smirking. He pressed the half-smoked cigarette into the ashtray and crossed his legs.
"Looks pretty full."
"What does?"
"The ashtray."
"Havoc's been in here a lot lately."
"Liar."
"What?"
I looked over at the other man. His eyes were piercing. It was as if they could look right through my skin. They could see everything inside of me. All of my thoughts, dreams, fears. Suddenly I felt very exposed. I averted my gaze to the floor and gripped my desk.
"Why do you lie to me, Roy?" he asked, after a few moments of silence. "You know it's not going to get you anywhere. I can see through your bullshit." He put an emphasis on that last word, making it sound hard and sharp. It made me want to flinch.
"Why'd you come here, Lt. Colonel Hughes?" I asked coldly, pretending to ingnore his last statement.
"C'mon, Roy, don't insult me with the unfamiliarity bit," he said, adjusting his glasses. "I just wanted to see how you were doing." He stood up and began moving toward the door. "Sorry if I'm distracting you from your work. I guess I'll excuse myself."
"Wait, Maes," those words came out sounding more pleading than I intended them to be. "Don't leave me."
He turned around to face me, one hand on the doorknob. His thin lips curled into a smirk. "I have some work to do. I'll see you tomorrow, Roy." He gave me a wink and walked out the door.
"Liar," I whispered to myself as I lit another cigarette.
End.