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"Ed? Wh-"

"Shhh..."

A pale blonde raised a finger to his lips, effectively silencing him. Smiling awkwardly, Ed gazed blankly at the floor before proceeding.

"I didn't wanna die without doing that first..."

His golden eyes remained focused on the concrete floor, he exhaled in disappointment. He wasn't sure what to do next. Only one thing was clear, he'd just made a huge mistake. It was clear to Ed he wasn't liked in return, and if he wasn't trapped right now, it was clear he would be shying away with embarrassment.

"How long?"

"W-what?"

"How long?"

There was a pause. Ed really wasn't so sure how to answer. How long indeed? He had absolutely no idea. There was only one thing he did know...

"As l-long as I can r-remember..."

A warm gloved hand titled his chin, he found himself lost in a familiar pair of handsome black eyes, which appeared to be narrowed suspiciously. Ed could feel warm breath against the side of his face, making him shiver uncomfortably.

"Are you sure? There's plenty of other guys better than me out there..."

"-cough- N-no! Of course not! –cough-"

"Then why-"

"Because it felt right!" before he could continue, Edward was interrupted by another fit of chesty coughs. His lungs ached terribly, but he had to do this. It could be his last chance. He took a deep breath...

"Y-you think I wanted this? –cough- At f-first, I thought there was something wrong w-with me! I-I m-mean, how could I like the g-greatest womaniser in c-central?! C-crazy r-right?"

"Stop Ed! You'll only make yourself worse! Please, we can have this conversation another ti-"

"No! –cough- I need to d-do this! I've waited a-all my life to say t-this, and some fucking cough won't stop me! –cough-"

"Does Al know?"

"Of c-course n-not! I couldn't t-tell anyone! Can you imagine what p-people would say?"

The blonde felt warm tears grace his cheeks, he gave a small smile. He wasn't so sure what he crying for. Wasn't this supposed to be one of the greatest decisions he'd ever made in his life? If people could see him now, the great FullMetal alchemist getting so worked up over a stupid rejection.

"I'm s-sorry"

"Sorry?"

"I'm s-sorry I ever told you! B-but now you know! Now you know t-that everyday I think about you! Even in my d-dreams you won't go away! And n-now, now I'm stuck in a fucking warehouse w-with you! –cough-"

When the coughing died down Ed grimaced at the feeling of more tears soaking his face. That was until he realised, they belonged to someone else.

Roy lowered his head. He couldn't believe this was happening. He'd dreamt of this moment many times before, but... it wasn't like this. It was without the blood, without the tears. Pushing his pride aside for once in his life, he looked Ed in the eyes. So what if he saw him like this? This was only chance, and Roy Mustang was going to do it right.

The Colonel tenderly pressed his lips to the blondes, making it clear exactly what he wanted.

Roy sighed in defeat and glared at the huge pile of paperwork delightfully gracing his desk. Today, had been a very bad day. Everyone had bad days... right?

Sometimes he struggled to convince himself bad things did happen to other people. On many occasions it really didn't seem like it. And when unfortunate things did happen? There was no one to comfort him. No one to tell him everything was ok. So what If he was the flame alchemist? Everyone lets down their defences once in a while... right?

It was at this moment in his office, he felt entirely alone.

The ticking of the clock echoed through the room. Its only purpose seemed to be reminding him how much a loner he was. There was no sound to interrupt its continuous ticking. Not a phone call, nor a pin drop, or even the scribbling of a pen that he should be signing documents with. Life had been like this for a long time. Quiet. He often thought about how unfair it was, that a great alchemist like himself had to be cooped up in an office all day. He sighed.

It was just moments ago Roy had tried to relax in the lunch hall. His efforts had been fruitless. He couldn't go anywhere without hearing one sarcastic comment. Of course he was used to it, but one particular comment from Havoc still proceeded to play continuously in his head.

"For goodness sake Havoc, don't tell me your still moping about that girl! STILL. Do us all a favour, go to a bar and don't come back until your smiling again."

"Shut up!"

"Excuse me?"

"Your heard me asshole! I am sorry for being a little pissed off right now; you seem to forget not all of us have a perfect love life unlike yourself"

"What are you implying Havoc?"

"You know what? I wouldn't be surprised if it was you! You steal all my girls you fucking whore!"

"Jean!"

The sound of raised voices was beginning to attract attention.

"It's Havoc to you."

He was sick of it. This reputation that seemed to hang around him like a leech. Little did everyone know, Roy Mustang had been alone for many years now. He just couldn't find the words to change it all...

"Thank you"

"W-what? I don't understand, I t-thought you hated-"

Roy captured his lips once more.

"I never hated you Ed, if only I told you sooner. I never planned on telling you like this..."

Edward smiled. They were both crying like babies. He reached out a hand, raking it through the Colonels tangled raven hair.

"I promise, when we g-get out of h-here... as long as I-I'm around –cough- I won't l-let anyone make y-you cry again. You h-hear me?"

The blonde proceeded to grip his automail tightly, much to the disapproval of Roy.

"Ed please! We can find another way, don't do this!"

"I have to"

"Why?"

"The shivers have stopped."

They both knew this was a bad sign. If Ed wasn't treated soon, it was almost certain he would die of blood loss. Edward looked back once more.

"See you on the other side bastard. My bastard..."

**sighs with relief**

I posted three chapters in a week, I'm so proud of myself!

Hope you liked it : )

How many chapters should I write? Maybe I could do up to 20... What do you guys think?