Author's Note: I do not own Full Metal Alchemist or anything associated with it. Wish I did, but I don't.

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Roy was looking through the window of his office at the sunset. Once again, he was completing overtime. However, this particular night felt different. Perhaps it was due to the cool air blowing across his neck, or perhaps it was the change of one season into another. Either way, he suddenly felt incredibly lonely.

Maes had slipped in unnoticed and came over to the very detached Colonel, running his hand in front of the other's eyes. Mustang awoke from his day dream to see his best friend standing in front of him.

Ironic that the subject of his day dream, so close to reach for, was in fact standing right there, but yet so unattainable. He felt as lonely, if not more, now that Maes was there. Though Roy knew he wasn't alone, he was yet very isolated in the love he possessed. He felt like the singular leaf on the branch outside of his window. There was no one to share the view from the top with. How he longed to share it with the one with whom he has shared everything else.

"Roy, where were you just now? I could tell your mind was a million miles away."

Roy inexplicably jumped at the start of Maes' voice. Roy knew Maes was there, but a part of him had hoped it was still part of the day dream. The rest of the sentence made Roy realize that the other man was very real, that it wasn't the dream any longer. He was soothed by the deep, strong voice once again. The same voice that kept him alive for so long. Years ago, when Roy was in the throws of depression, it would always be him who came through. Maes would hold him and talk him out of killing himself, as there were so many people who loved him. Perhaps the fact that the man was standing right in front of him, with a look of concern on his face, was a sign. Once more Roy was questioning if there really was anything left to life for.

"Oh, Maes. I didn't realize you had walked in. Where was I, you asked? I don't know, to tell you the truth, but I know I wasn't here..."

"Roy, what's the matter? You look really upset. Are you sick?" Maes instinctively felt Roy's forehead to check if he had a fever. Once Maes' cool hand touched Roy's longing skin, a chill went through the Flame's body. At the touch, Roy realized he had never wanted someone so much.

Mustang had a battle going on within him. He wanted Maes to know how he felt, how he adored him – body, mind, and soul – how he wanted to share his love and his body with him, but Roy was certain he wouldn't be able to handle the rejection. If Maes found out, and didn't return the feelings, he was certain that there would not be anything left to live for.

"Well, you're not sick or feverish. Tell me, what's going on, Roy?" the other man inquired.

"Oh, just something... nothing of great consequence," Roy sighed.

"Well now that you've opened up," sarcasm was never Maes' territory, but he tried anyway, "I have to tell you something myself. Good thing you're sitting down, I don't want you to faint or anything."

"Get to the point, Hughes." Just because Roy could melt every time he heard the other's voice didn't mean that Roy would lessen up on the swarm. If he did, it would be obvious that there were feelings for Maes, and someone would notice.

"Well, um, right. I probably have been quite obvious, but maybe you haven't noticed. I..."

"You...?" Roy tried to drag the missing half of the sentence out of Maes.

"I... um... err... love you." Maes sat like the picture of innocence.

"Love me!" Roy questioned, rather excitedly.

"Yes. I love you, Roy. I have never loved anyone like I love you. I'm addicted, I want to be with you. But, since you're with so many women, I can understand if you don't return the feelings for me."

Roy sat speechless for a few minutes. He could not believe that this angel thought for one second that he did not return the same affection.

"My God, Maes. How long have you felt this way?" Roy got up and moved right next to him.

"You probably don't feel the same way, I'm sorry for throwing all of that information at you. But I have to be honest, I have felt this way since we met."

"Maes, my darling Maes, I never said that I didn't feel the same way. Why don't you let me be the judge of that?"

"Excuse me?" Maes questioned. "The Pimptastic Flame feels the same way I do?"

"Hughes, I never did anything with those women. They were friends, who unfortunately always fell for me. I would bring them over to cook for them, so I wouldn't have to be lonely. Now, won't you please shut up? I feel the same way. I love you. I love you so much. You make me feel worthwhile. I want to be with --"

At this moment, Maes spontaneously grabbed Roy's face and gave him the most passionate kiss he had ever received.

Maes felt warmth flow through his body. His head was spinning, body trembling, he knew he would never be able to give Roy up. "So this," he thought, "is what love feels like."

Roy felt pure euphoria. Maes was a drug for him. He never felt anything so perfect, so real. He wanted Maes' lips, tongue, hands, everything, and he wanted them every where. The Flame was consumed by an unexpected fire, that of an insatiable lust and an unbelievable love for this angel standing in front of him. This angel, Maes Hughes.