Roy Mustang x Riza Hawkeye

Nonexistent Sleep Cycle

A/N: Second chapter is here! I've been writing like crazy, I just want to be able to get done as soon as possible. Like me, I usually use the filter on here that marks something as "complete", and never usually "in progress", because its just tiring to wait. Well, heres the second chapter that no one really asks for, except myself. I'm trying my best to keep the characters in character; no one appreciates them being completely someone else. Again, this is when they're in the east, after the Ishvalan war, but before Edward, Winry, and everyone else gets into the picture.

Also, I forgot to mention that I don't own the FMA series, or anything, not even the characters. I just own the writing that I jot down in my word pad on my computer.

Anyways, Enjoy!

EDIT: 5/17/2015

12:04

Riza sat in the office at her desk, she was still shocked at what she saw last night. He was screaming his head off, even flinched at her touch. That wasn't like him at all. She couldn't stop thinking about it.

"First Lieutenant Hawkeye?" Hughes peered in behind her, sounding a little misplaced on her appearance as she's without Mustang. "Wheres Mustang? I'd expect him to be here by now.." He looked around the corners of the room, it's lunch time after all.

"He's taking a well deserved rest, Hughes. I wouldn't worry about it." She looked at his face which was softening into a small smile.

"Seen his sleeping schedule, huh?" He whispered next to her, 'He knows?' she said to herself, 'But how would he know?', then again, she's taking to her superiors best friend, who is slightly bothersome. She put her content face back on, letting her widened eyes settle. She whispered quietly, but enough for him to hear, "Yes, I did." His face tilted a little, looking at her once more.

"How'd you settle it?" He squinted his eyes at her, letting his smile join with it. She wanted to shoot him, her brows squishing together as she furrowed them. He laughed at her, and she sighed in her seat, getting up after letting the office know their duties and leaving to check on her superior officer. Maes had grinned to himself, resting in Mustangs chair and putting his feet up, laughing shouting and bluffing how he's the great flame alchemist. He was joking, of course, but he knew he was going to enjoy every second of this. Watching her figure leave the room, he put his feet down from the desk, removing himself from the desk and watching the other men as they talked among themselves.

12:23

Finally reaching his estate, she walked up the stairs and knocked on the door. She waited, and waited... She grabbed the spare key from her coat, and unlocked the door walking inside. She heard quiet sobbing from upstairs, she put her jacket on the couch, and crept up the stairs and found him in his bed.

"Sir?" She looked at him, she couldn't help the pity growing in her face. He flinched. She sat on the edge of his bed, and felt a slightly wet palm on hers.

"I told you to call me-" he croaked, exhaling as Riza interrupted him, "Roy,". He placed his hand back on his face, putting his head between his angled knees, wrapping his arms around himself. He was covered in sweat.

Hawkeye crawled up further on the bed, starting to rub his back, attempting to sooth him as he took deep shallow breaths.

"You know," he began, "Most would've already left by now." his breathing was uneven, she just kept rubbing his back, not really knowing what she was doing.

"Come on, I have food waiting down in the kitchen." She said to him, a little quieter than usual.

They removed themselves from his bed, Roy hanging onto her, too weak from what he didn't count as sleep. It was horror, played back to him, frame by frame from the past. It didn't make sense. The memories should have disappeared from him. Or at least he wanted them to, but all he received was the faces, the smell of burning flesh that hid in the back of his head. It was almost every time he went to sleep he revisited the battle field on the desert terrain.

Once in the kitchen, Roy hugged his lieutenant from the behind breathing down her neck. She was a little surprised, she didn't count him as the cuddling type. She continued making the sandwiches and tea. She didn't completely comprehend this feeling, but it wasn't a bad feeling. He tickled the hair that didn't get pulled in her up-done hairstyle, and felt the goosebumps rising, smiling to himself. Gunpowder, roses, daisies, lilacs; she smelt like a meadow that grew behind his childhood house, and it was painfully comforting. It drove him crazy, he drew back on the thought of kissing the nape of her neck, looking at the tea that was starting to scream. He quickly poked at her side, alerting her senses.

She rushed after being nudged. 'What the hell was that..' She started questioning herself, after setting the pot of water on the other burning. She almost forgot what she was doing. She dragged her feet along with him still behind her, hugging her waist. She set the tray that carried the tea and sandwiches down on the dining room table, walking Roy to a chair and having him sit in it, pushing him in.

"Riza, you don't have to do everything, you know." He said as he looked at her with a smug expression on his face. Her stomach was fluttering, she kept questioning herself as she sat in the chair, confused as can be about these emotions.

"I realize, but that doesn't mean I can't." She simply stated, still maintaining her overall stoic figure. She started to eat her sandwich, hearing Roy sipping his tea.

"You know, Riza.. This current position isn't exactly, 'my cup of tea'," He smirked, receiving a light slap to the face from his lieutenant. "Hey I thought it was pretty clever," He rubbed his face, grabbing his sandwich and eating it, grinning widely.

"Roy," She began, "What's going on with your sleeping arrangements?" she sighed out and forced her eyes shut, this wasn't going to be easy to receive from him, but he spoke.

"I told you, it's just memories-" she interrupted, "You can't just say it was memories anymore, please, Roy. Tell me what's going on in that head of yours." She was desperate for answers. He was startled.

"You know its Ishval's memories itself, Riza. I was forced to kill. I was forced to take lives, and watch this wretched country commit crimes that they only cover up with 'justice' when it was never in the right place, damn it." he was nearly shouting and slammed his tea down on the table, the liquid splattering on the mahogany wood. He breathed heavily, "You never forget the faces, Riza. Not ever." His hands were clenched, shaking. As a sniper, she knew exactly who was going to be dead when she pulled the trigger. He only had a field of alchemy, pulling his own kind of trigger with gloves, and hoards of people he would step later on were dead, or at least severely injured.

Standing up, she walked to his chair and sat in his lap, holding his head to her chest, crossing her knees over one another. "That's why we'll push you to the top, colonel." She whispered into his dark hair, that tickled her lips as he shook. She knew the regrets he made, forced to be on the line of duty, watching countless lives being taken from the worlds existence. He breathed her in as sweat swept over his face and jaw line, gunpowder and flowers rocked him to his core, loving the way her scent just drew him out of his misery of the life being a soldier. He unraveled his hands from his face and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I'm going to change this country, Riza," He mentioned, which she nodded lightly in response, still playing with his hair. She already knew he was going to, or at least try. The battle of reaching it, however, will be filled with obstacles that no one can imagine.

The phone soon rang, Riza still giving attention to his strands of hair that were brushing her neck. The lieutenant handed him the phone line, tilting her head as she was still focused on calming him. She forgot about the tea that spilled on the table.

"Lieutenant Colonel Mustang speaking, who is this?"

A positive roar came from the other side, Mustang tilting his ear back along with the phone, "Hey Roy! Remember tomorrow night is the banquet! Can you believe I'm bringing my wife? And she's pregnant! Can you believe it, she's going to be having my beautiful child that I can love for countless hours and-" Roy was irritated already of his best friend Hughes, getting everything so quickly. He still felt his lieutenant toying with his darkly colored strands, calming rather quickly back to her secure arms. He didn't get this often, he was going to enjoy it. Maes was still talking.

"- What if it's a boy? What if it's a girl? Just imagine the dresses I could get her to wear and-" His best friend was so excited and Mustang was going to just let it slide on.

"Listen, I don't have work at the moment-" Roy mentioned, quickly getting interrupted.

"Yeah... How's The Hawk treating you, Roy?" Mustang could hear the sly remark with his smirk, he got a little intimidated, somehow, by that comment.

"Fine, Hughes. But don't you have work to attend to?" he furrowed his eyebrows, being brought back to serenity as he felt her fingertips caressing the hair behind his ears.

"Yeah, after I get done pestering you about how you don't have a wife yet," Hughes stated lightly.

"I'll have a wife when this damn country is in place, Hughes." He shot back, rolling his eyes. Hawkeye stopped frolicking with his hair, resuming after a few seconds, realizing what he meant a little too quickly for her own good.

"I see, remember, tomorrow night, Roy boy!" Maes laughed to himself, receiving Mustang blowing out his ears with, "Go to hell, Maes, only she calls me by that these days." Mustang was ticked off. Madame Christmas, known as his foster mother used that a lot, even though he's a grown man. Hughes was enjoying this a little too much. He was about to reply, but heard the click of the call ending.

"Damn him." He muttered under his breath.

"Sir, I should return to eastern command." She told him clearly.

"Very well, you're dismissed." He spoke through clenched teeth. Getting up from his lap, she got into standard solute position again, retrieving her jacket off the couch, being approached with a hug from behind. He changed his mind within seconds.

"Sir," she breathed out, "I should be going," he hugged her tighter, "Should doesn't mean you need to," he spoke into her ear, sending chills down her spine once more. 'How many times is this going to happen to me?' she questioned, feeling herself getting scooped up, kicking her legs into the air. "Please," He whispered in her ear, stopping her movements, "I've lost so many hours of sleep, Riza.." His tongue slowed on her name, more shivers approached her skin as they rose into bumps on her skin. She wrapped her arms around the ones that met her waist, his sliding to her hips. Her breath turned shallow, hearing her heart racing. She only hoped he couldn't hear how loud it was racing. The sleeve of her military issued top was falling, revealing a shoulder that he touched his lips to, but didn't dare to kiss.

"Only sleeping, are we clear on that?" She noted audible enough for him to hear, his response was him breathing down the nape of her neck, "Crystal." He let go of her hips, and followed her up the stairs to his room.

As they got into his bed, Roy handed her the phone connected to the house, she dialed the compound and let them know the rest of the days plans, and if there were any problems to call the Mustang residency. She noted that he needed some 'help' getting things done for the day. Being understood, she hung up the phone and crawled under the covers with him. He hugged her from behind more.

"So most women don't stay for you?" She let the curiosity draw from her lips before she could stop herself, he grunted, "It was better before the war, but..." He snuggled into her neck, "They could never offer me as much comfort as you do, Riza.." He muttered, his lieutenant barely heard him. She formed the words and understood, just barely.

"So they gave you some comfort," she bothered more, she really couldn't help herself. "I needed the gun residue and flower petals, they could never give me that much." he spilled out, deeply inhaling her skin for emphasis. Her eyes widened, quickly fluttering down as soon she fully grasped the situation.

They couldn't calm him down from his insanity, and either: A, attempted to give him more sex, or, B, left as it was happening. There was never a base between, because they were only substitutes. Those one night stands would never turn into a real relationship, and he knew this. She, however, didn't have an idea. She hugged the hands that were around here, slowly being swallowed into sleep. Roy inhaled the nape of her neck more, following her.

Meanwhile at the office, the men were laughing as they heard about the lieutenant 'helping' the state alchemist. They were placing bets, whether the 'helping matter' was innocent or not, being disturbed as Maes walked in the office placing some paperwork on his friends desk.

"Bets, again?" he mused, the men nodding and kicking back in their chairs laughing some more.

"We're betting whether the matter with the lieutenant and Roy are honest or not, maybe you can hand us some answers," Havoc harassed him, suddenly Hughes got a massive grin peering on his lips.

"Maybe I know, maybe I don't know," Maes was going to further his enjoyment, "I want to know who's on which side." His smile only widened, Jean sighed, "Everyone who pledge innocent on the left, opposing honesty on the right." He ordered everyone in the room.

Jean was on the right along with Heymans, Vato and Kain being on the left. Hughes sided with no one, as that would give the answers. He just studies them, raising his eyebrows with his smug grin, nodding his head.

He knew it was mostly innocent, but not quite. He knew the colonel had personal affiliation with his first lieutenant, but he also knew he wouldn't do anything she didn't agree with. He was expecting the men to side exactly how they were, mostly because Havoc and Breda weren't exactly 'innocent' themselves. The other two, he suspected, used the term 'ignorance is bliss', frequently like it was a rule that must never be broken. He was a detective that works for the military, after all. He knows just about everything about everyone.

"So, are you going to let us know the answer or not, Maes?" Vato asked calmly, Hughes furrowed his eyebrows and showed a slightly demonic smile, "No, that'd spoil everything. You might want to forget this bet, Hawkeye would split your brains in a second with a bullet." forming his hand like a gun, pointing it upwards. The men shook, not wanting to deal with the sniper who reeked of danger. The men retrieved their money from Havoc, sighing as they went back to their seats.

"You're no fun, Hughes." Havoc cried from his chair, obviously annoyed.

"Listen, I'm just protecting them. I'm not positive whether their mission at the colonels is innocent or not, it's not really either one. Hawkeye is just making sure he's ready for tomorrow and the days after." Hughes sighed, giving up precious information. The men blinked at him in awe, "Wait so its faultless, but at the same time," Kain was doing brain work, trying to understand. "It's just not something the military should be involved in, alright?" Hughes gave up, he didn't want to be apart of this conversation. He didn't exactly comprehend how the lieutenant colonel put up with these men, let alone hand picked them, but he was going to have to trust his friends judgement.

"So how much of that paperwork are you getting finished?" Maes looked over their shoulders, he knew that the first lieutenant would've sent out orders for things to get done, he didn't see much progress though. The men were all scrambling for paperwork and were sweating. "We, uh, haven't been doing anything. Hawkeye gave us orders, but we were too busy betting and getting distracted," Kain mumbled out with pure honesty, receiving glares from the other men after exhaling excess air. Hughes nodded slowly, patting Kain on the shoulder, thanking him for the honest words. "Get to work boys, or we'll be dead by the end of tomorrow!" He shouted happily stepping out of the room slamming the door shut.

[Flashback]

"Listen, Mustang," Hughes looked at him, "I'm not going to say this because you're my friend, but.." He peered his eyes back up to where the top of the hill was, "I have a girlfriend back home, and I don't plan on dying. The thing is, I plan on asking her to be my wife." his voice shined with hope. "I wanted to ask if you'd be my best man, I don't see anyone better for the position. I want to be able to make all this worth everything. All this fighting. This war. The pain of waiting. I'm asking you beforehand because I'm not letting myself do this without you, Roy." He grinned at Roy, who closed his eyes and smiled softly. "Yeah, why not. I'll be your best man, but when the time comes, you best be mine." They were sitting on a small quilted blanket at the camps.

He suddenly saw The Hawks Eye, getting depressed as it was no coincidence to what everyone was talking about. Her hair was short, but it was definitely Riza. She had the eyes of a killer. She walked up to him, "Remember me?" Hughes looked at the both of them, back and forth, confused whether they knew each other or not. Apparently they did as he said, "I do,". He never saw his friend look so defeated in his entire life that he's known him. Suddenly, a giant explosion came from the south west, they heard Kimblee behind them, "Ah, so relaxing. That was a building crashing. Oh, it's magnificent." he awed, Mustang disgusted.

Mustang settled into groups, and moved out. Riza was out in a building up high, assassinating at least 18 Ishvalans in the first minute. Suddenly, she saw a child, who was obliterated as soon as Kimblee found them. She was terrified, "Damn it," she muttered under her breath, killing 4 more people that were about to kill the military soldiers that were moving in. She couldn't get the child's face out of her head.

Roys group was headed into the western region, using his gloves and popping the air that sent people flying. He hated this war. He wanted to change the world, but received the opposite as he watched men die.

It wasn't long until the enemies were taken out, being sent back to the camps. He looked around for other soldiers, instead he saw Riza burying a dead Ishvalan child, cursing the position she was in. Roy walked next to her, peering down to the child that Kimblee took out. She was still cursing at everything, and he cautiously moved his hand on her shoulder. She broke down, crouching to her knees and crying. "We're supposed to help people, instead we're killing a group of people that are only seeking answers that they can't reach from their God." she was shaking as more tears fell from her eyes, "Roy, I need you to do me a favor,".

15:56

Roy woke up again, silently screaming and ducking his head into his knees after kicking his legs so many places, waking Riza from her peaceful slumber. She shushed him quietly, feeling her cool hand on his damp skin, using the other to sweep his hair from his face. He covered his face as his tears left his dark colored eyes. He didn't understand anything, why she's the one who stayed after he destroyed her skin.

"Roy, it's okay," she hushed him as his shaking started to minimize. He didn't speak. He didn't know if he could without sounding so weak, so vulnerable. He couldn't. She was too kind for his own good; he started to push her away, but she grabbed his hand and pressed it against her cheek. "Roy," She didn't appreciate him driving her away, "I'm not leaving." He continued to look down into his hand. She blinked at him, waiting for him to speak, but no words appeared. "Come on, let's get something to eat," She attempted to get his mind off whatever it was he was thinking, but he shook his head, sliding his hand from her face. He couldn't hide anything from her. Even when they were teenagers and he was a student with her father, he couldn't hide. She crept into the depth of his soul, and knew everything there was to know.

"Lieutenant," she scowled at him, "We're back to that now?" he frowned into his knees. He needed to find some kind of barrier. "Why do you care about me," he questioned into the air, "After everything I did." He spoke more, her eyes softening.

"Sir, you know the answer to that." She played along with the game he was setting. Silence. "We both know you didn't want to take action on the things in Ishval," he tensed at the word, "You were ordered to do them, you aren't a psychopath." she twitched at the memory of Kimblee, who enjoyed the war. He calmed down, crawling behind her and hugging her waist, breathing her in. She gave a small smile, "Are you going to stop being an ass now, Roy?" she said in a hushed voice, he nodded into her back. "You said something about food?" Roy curved his lips gently. She rolled her eyes, "Lets get ready to go." She was glad he was back to normal; she wasn't used to him being depressed, it was agonizing.

The phone rang, "Damn it, it's only been a few hours, what troubles could they possibly gotten into," she cursed, picking up the phone. "Hawkeye speaking," she was greeted by no one other than Maes Hughes, "Hey, Riza! May I speak to Mustang?" He was awfully polite, she let it be though, flipping over to Roy who was currently shirtless and had pants-less, she felt her face getting warm along with her ears. She quickly handed the phone to him, scrunching her facial features trying to get his image of him nearly naked out of her head. She was annoyed how she felt like a teenage girl again, being embarrassed so easily. She walked out of the room.

"So, Hughes, what is it?" Roy yawned, given a chuckle from his friend.

"Oh, you know, Roy," He hesitated, "How you're coming over tomorrow night for the banquet with your first lieutenant." quickly getting it out in a joyful whisper. Roy sighed, "Yeah, we'll be there, Hughes. Don't worry about it." he waved his hand up and down repeatedly until interrupted, "Oh, but Roy, you'll be given a hotel room to stay at with Hawkeye. Your room is across from mine. Guess what? The ceremony is going to be held in the main hall! Drinks, dancing, food, oh you'll love it!" He made Roy's skin itch. He didn't know how he felt about this, especially about the part where he'll share a room with Riza. But then again, they've been sleeping next to each other for the past day.

"Okay, okay. We're about to go to dinner, I've got to get a move on, Hughes." He told it flatly. He saw Riza getting her shoes on, as she needs to stop at her apartment. He heard Hughes bluff in a flirtatious voice that started to piss him off, "Oh, you're going out with the lieutenant," he oo'd and awed through the phone, "You're going to get into trouble if someone else hears about this," he oo'd again.

"You're just like a little kid, Maes." He said through clenched teeth, which received more laughter. "I'll let you go, Mustang, I have to call my wife, she's getting so wonderfully crabby from hormones, it's great! See you tomorrow night." He heard the phone line click.

"Come on, Mustang, we need to stop at my place." She put the backs of her studs earrings back on. He changed into a red button up leaving it open a bit at the top, along with a black coat, dressing into some black pants. He decided to go as casual as possible with the outfit.

After locking the door, they hopped into the cab, giving her address as they drove across the east to her apartment by the command center. As usual, she gave her thanks and paid for the ride, and got out of the car.

She took the lead as she unlocked her door, being met with her puppy, "Black Hayate," she whispered blissfully, scooping her dog up and hugging him. She let him down, giving him more food and water after commanding the pup to sit, lay down, shake, roll over, and finally telling him good. 'Strict', Roy said to himself.

She went to her room on the left, grabbing a change of clothes and headed to the bathroom, when she felt arms hugging her from behind, "So where are we going to dine tonight, Riza?" he purred in her ear, letting his lips touch as he spoke; she shivered. "I didn't really think about it, Sir," she needed to find her baseline. "Ah, ah, ah, we spoke about this, Riza, it's Roy." he continued, she closed her eyes as his lips continued to brush against her skin. "Roy, come on, I need to change," She tried to stabilize her voice, but it shook. He moved his lips to rest on the side of her neck, he still didn't kiss it though. "Roy, if you're going to place your lips there and not kiss me, then please allow me to get changed in the bathroom." he quirked his eyebrows, placing his hands to her hips, finally sliding her from his release.

She walked into the bathroom, but went back to her room grabbing a pair of clean underwear, and went back, finding Roy sitting on the couch smirking to himself. She closed the door, and changed into a pair of jeans that hugged her in all the right places, along with a tan tank top and buttoned a green blouse. She put on her mothers ring, and took her hair down and brushed it out. She decided that was enough. '16:14', she figured, looking at the clock.

Walking out, she walked right into him, he was smiling. 'What the hell,' she thought, she looked up at him and he just kept smiling. "Si.. Roy." she corrected herself quickly, hoping he didn't notice. He gripped the side of her hips, "So, there's a few places we could go and eat," he moved closer between the gap between the two, "Or we could eat here," He moved his lips to rest on her neck, but not a peck. "Roy, I said it just a few minutes ago-" he smiled, interrupting, "So you want me to kiss you," he mumbled into her neck. She didn't hear, her only response was, "What..", he let it slide, but she didn't. He moved away from her neck and holding out his arm, letting her grab it as they walked down the street to a diner. She was still so confused. She'll have to ask some other time. Right now, all she wanted was some nutrition, and these thoughts out of her mind, for now.

A/N: Also short, but it's getting better I think? It's also going a bit slow, I know. I'm trying as best as I possibly can. It's a little difficult when you see a completely different aspect during the anime's and manga (though I haven't read the manga) with Roy and Riza. You mostly see a strict Hawkeye, and a sly alchemist. I just thought, "Hey, what about the sentimental parts?". So I did it. I've been re-watching the anime series and studying up on the characters, so I can fit them as best as I can. Hughes, is probably the easiest character to write, his character shows everything (emotions especially) before he's gone from the series. It's getting there, I promise. Soon enough we'll have something a little more romantic (and intimate) to enjoy.

P.S. to the last chapter, I realize it's never said what Riza's mothers name was, but it's a common belief that it was Elizabeth, so I plan to go on that. Oops, oh well.

Please review! Thanks.