Author's note: Ok, this has been churning in my mind for a while. Careless Whispers by Seether gave shape to this. I have a couple other ones stuck in my head, that may appear. Practice, practice, and more practice for me. I have no one editing my work, so be gentle. I appreciate any constructive criticism or positivity.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist in any shape or form. And I have no rights to Careless Whisper by George Michaels or Seether.

Careless

Mustang propped up his head with his hand setting his elbow to rest on his desk. He looked upon his office with his trademark bored expression, twirling his pen loosely between his fingers. It was just another day at the office. But, for the life of him, he couldn't get his brain to cooperate.

He kept thinking about that night. The night everything changed… just what in the hell was he thinking? He could blame the drinking or a thousand other things. The simple fact was he just wanted to touch the sun.

The night, everyone, had celebrated the return of Al and the downfall of the father. The drinks had flowed, music thrummed, conversation surged and everyone was just happy for Al, for Ed, for Ametris.

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Roy grabbed Ed's hand leading him to the floor. Dark eyes drinking in the sun before him. He wrapped his arms around him and started to sway. He could feel the beat thrumming through him. Maybe it was the music, maybe it was his heart.

I feel so unsure
As I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor
As the music dies
Something in your eyes
Calls to mind a silver screen
And all of the sad goodbyes

Somehow, the dancing turned into something…. more primal. Mouths collided, hot, moist, teeth capturing, tongue tasting... So sweet, he could become drunk off it.

Stumbling into a discard room, clothes torn and thrown around. Hands exploring, hot mouth on his neck, his chest, downward. Whining, whimpering, moans, his…Edwards.…he didn't know. But, he didn't want to stop.

Limbs twisted, legs wrapping around him, hands in his hair. He couldn't help the moan as he backed the younger man against the wall. He grabbed a fistful of the glorious golden locks and tug. He heard the whimper and couldn't help the thrusting of his hips.

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Mustang groaned inwardly and made a conscious effort not to smack himself. He gave a cautiously look to Hawkeye who looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Yes, work. He put the pen to paper and scrawl his name not really reading it.

He should have told him to wait. That no, it wouldn't matter. That he wasn't a notch. But, that would mean admitting…

That he wanted more.

I'm never going to dance again
These guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool
I should have known better than to cheat a friend
A wasted chance that I've been given

And he can't.

So, much on the line.

Edward had looked at him afterwards, like an insect, and shrugged his shoulders. "It's just fucking, Mustang, a release nothing more, not gonna fuck up your dreams," and with that walked away.

So I'm never going to dance again
The way I danced with you
Oh

Time can never mend
The careless whispers of a good friend
To the heart and mind
Ignorance is kind
There's no comfort in the truth
Pain is all you'll find

'I'm an idiot', was all he could think. Because, he had let him walk out thinking that he was a notch. He had been careless.

Edward is the blazing sun, and he was flying dangerously close to burning.

He just knew that he was never going to dance again…

Not like the way he did with him….

He should never had…

He flew too close to the sun.