Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of its characters, because do you ever see Ed and the Colonel waking up in the same bed, well do you?
The Man Behind the Gloves
It was all a lie and Roy knew it. When he looked in the mirror, he could see the mask and beyond. Why couldn't he show that to anyone? Why couldn't he show that to the one person he truly cared about? Why did he always hide behind insults? The insults, the smugness, the shouted orders were just like his gloves, something to cover his own shortcomings, his own failings, his own humanity. Tears formed in his onyx eyes as he thought of the petite, lithe figure lost in dreams next to him.
It wasn't as though he didn't love him; it was just hard to express sometimes. Why must the smug, bastard in him show every time he tried to tell his one true love how he felt? Why did the terms of endearments, meant to express his undying love, always come out as smug insults?
Sometimes he mused at how their state alchemist names needed to be switched for their hearts. His heart was cold and indifferent, so why shouldn't he, in a sense, be called Fullmetal? That name reflected his heart perfectly, or at least he thought it did. On the other hand, Edward could be called Flame because his heart was so warm and passionate, just like a fire.
Edward stirred and looked into Roy Mustang's eyes. He smiled, despite the fact the Colonel's eyes were filled with tears.
Roy gasped as he understood the look in Edward's eye. He didn't have show the man behind the gloves, didn't have whisper endearments, didn't have to hide. Edward had already seen. Edward knew. The Colonel smiled and pulled his love closer.
"I love you, Edward Elric."
"And I love you, too, my Colonel."
