This was a lot harder to write than I anticipated it being. Thank you, people who favourited this or put it on alert and especially thanks to the people who've reviewed~ :)

Roy immediately dropped his pen from his mouth onto the desk in front of him, where it landed with a clatter that seemed embarrassingly loud in the silence that filled the room.

He blinked dumbly. How could this be real? He'd probably fallen asleep. It wouldn't be unusual for this golden-haired man to appear in his dreams, after all, taunting him. Haunting him. And the real Edward surely couldn't be here. It wouldn't make any sense - Roy had destroyed the Gate from his side and Edward was going to destroy it from the other.

After pinching himself subtly under the desk and coming to the conclusion that he was indeed awake, he just sat there stupidly, uncertain of what to say. It was one of those rare times that General Roy Mustang was speechless.

"Bastard," Ed repeated blankly.

The Flame Alchemist opened his mouth as if to say something, but shut it again afterwards.

"Edward," he replied simply, hoping that Ed would now take over the conversation.

"Bastard," Ed said back.

Knowing that this could go around in circles, Roy coughed awkwardly and motioned for Ed to sit down in the chair near to his desk. It was all he could think to do in the situation.

After sitting for a few minutes in silence, Roy felt himself getting rather frustrated and realised that he would probably have to be the first one to say something.

"Edward, I need you to explain everything. You can't expect to just barge your way in here without explaining what happened."

Ed sighed and fiddled with the cuff of his shirt. "I... I don't know what happened," he admitted, his voice lowering slightly. "Me and Al, we think we did it." He looked up at Mustang in a slightly hopeful way, although hopeful for what Roy didn't know.

"You think you destroyed the Gate?" Roy said flatly. Edward nodded and Roy leaned forward, resting his chin on his interlinked fingers. "If that is indeed the case, how can you be back in this world?"

"Well we don't know that either!" Ed said, trying to keep his voice level. "Winry thought maybe that 'cause we don't belong on the other side the Gate forced us back here or something! But I don't know and that drives me crazy!"

"That could well be it..." was all Roy said in response, not knowing quite what else he could say.

There was a silence, neither knowing what to say.

"I came to Central Headquarters for a reason, you know," murmured Ed, his voice starting to shake slightly. Roy found it strangely endearing.

"And that is...?" Roy prompted him.

Edward didn't respond at first. How could he say this? He searched for the words in his mind. He didn't even know what he meant to say. Some part of his brain registered that Roy had said his name, trying to urge him on to say what was on his mind.

The blond didn't respond and just shut his eyes, fighting back the butterflies in his stomach. He glanced up at Roy shyly, and then immediately looked away again when those dark eyes met his own.

Ed heaved a sigh. Screw this, he thought.

"Mustang, I-" he cut himself off and bit his lip.

"Ed, whatever it is, just spit it out," Roy said, getting impatient. Whatever Ed was obsessing over and trying to say couldn't be that hard to come out with. "It can't be that bad." He smiled reassuringly, but Ed wasn't looking at him so it didn't have any effect.

Ed stood up, stretched out and chuckled lowly. Moment of truth, moment of truth...

The gap between Roy and Ed was closed in an instant as Ed swooped over to the desk, leaned over it, and captured Roy's lips with his own.

As quick as the kiss had started, it was over. Ed was put off by the fact that Roy wasn't returning the kiss, just sitting motionless in his chair. While he wasn't exactly rejecting him, he wasn't responding either. Ed came to the conclusion that it was only shock that kept Roy from grabbing his gloves and burning him to a crisps. Edward withdrew quickly, bright red.

Roy just sat there, staring. What the hell had just happened? Ed... had just... kissed him? Really?

"Th-that's what I came here for," Ed forced out, resisting the urge to run like the dickens out the door. All he wanted to do now was be back with Al and Winry (Pinako had unfortunately passed away two years prior to their return). He wished he'd never done this. How stupid he was...

However, Mustang didn't respond at all. He just looked at him blankly. That was in a way even more frightening than if he'd started yelling at Edward. He wasn't revealing his emotions in any way and that was rather disconcerting.

Why did I do this...? I'm such an idiot... Ed thought dejectedly, and decided that this would be the moment to turn on his heel and shoot out the office, out of Central Headquarters altogether, and make his way back to his hotel room.

"EDWARD ELRIC, GET BACK HERE NOW!" Roy yelled, finding his voice at seeing the younger alchemist make a dash for it. He stood up quickly, knocking his chair back and following him out of the building.

Oh crap! Ed thought. Don't stop don't stop don't stop or he'll catch up... He knew that it would only take a click of Roy's fingers and he'd be charcoaled. That was a scenario he would rather avoid.

Unfortunately, although Ed was light and quick on his feet, the fact that Roy had longer legs gave him the advantage, and halfway down the street Roy managed to snag the back of Ed's collar.

Ed coughed and jerked to a halt, eyes tearing up even more than they already were. Why couldn't the bastard just leave him alone? This was so humiliating!

"Ed!" Roy panted out. Ed didn't turn round, so Roy caught him by the arms and made him do just that. "Edward, you do not do something like that and then just run off! Don't you ever do that again, you hear me?!"

"I'm sorry... just let me go and I'll leave you alone, you can forget all about it..." Ed mumbled, rubbing his eyes and trying to make it seem like he hadn't just been crying.

Roy frowned. "Not that," he replied. "Not... not the kiss. Do not run away after doing something that significant. Do. Not. Do. It."

Ed looked up blearily. "Oh."

There was a silence for a few minutes, Roy's hands still clutching his arms, a bit too tightly.

Then, Ed thought he must be dreaming, because he suddenly felt a soft pair of lips descend on his own, and he was faced with the fact that Roy Mustang was actually kissing him, and that he might actually return his feelings.

...whatever those feelings may be.

The characters apparently took on a mind of their own halfway through writing this and I no longer seemed to have any control over what was happening. Oh well.

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