Genkai… you really seem to like my writing :DD I HAVE A FANZOMG. :33 I love you. So once again, dedicated to you. Sorry if Edu-chan seems a likkle OOC. But I'm sure you'll enjoy it. :3 The sequel, just like you wanted. :D Oddly enough… Smoking apparently in both French and Spanish… means Tuxedo. XDD;

I do not own FMA… if I did it'd be a lot more fluffy and yummy. ;3 I also do not own the song, "Can You Feel the Love Tonight". I just love it to death. :3 BTW. I love this one. :3 Mainly for the... well... you can read it...

Smoking

Ed sat in the back of the ballroom. He hated balls. Well, used to. The last ball he went to certainly wasn't boring. The orchestra struck another song as his gaze lifted towards the ceiling and then drifted back down. He recognized it as Spring and blushed slightly at the thought. A gloved hand lifted and rested upon his lips for two seconds before settling in his lap once more. The Fullmetal Alchemist gave a sigh.

It's not going to happen again… he thought to himself, eyes wandering along the patterned carpet. Nope. He was drunk. Very drunk. It was what he had been telling himself all of winter. It never really happened. Ed's hand wandered over to where a small silver chain hung from his neck. As he fingered the pendant on it, he remembered just how he came to receive such an incredible gift.

A blonde boy walked into his dorm after a hard day at the library. No progress had been made and he was fuming. Not only that, but it was St. Valentines Day. He hated St. Valentines Day. Why? He wasn't sure himself, but it had to do with a very odd and weird childhood. He sat on his bed with a loud sigh and a groan from the bed. He stripped off his shirt revealing a smooth chest and a metallic arm from the shoulder down. Gleaming strands were let out of their usual braid and he lay down his head upon the pillow, only to get up again glaring. All he wanted was some sleep. His body twisted to see what had caused his discomfort.

Atop his white pillow sat a red box tied with a white satin ribbon. The moonlight hit it just at the right angle to make it seem like it was glowing; though it obviously wasn't. But that didn't matter to the Fullmetal Alchemist. His automail arm wandered over to where the box lay. He brought it closer to his chest, wondering whom it was from. The moment seemed unrealistic as he untied the shining ribbon. Folding it carefully and tenderly, he placed it aside and took off the red lid. A small card sat in it. A shaking hand picked up the card and read it thoroughly.

"Edward,

Happy St. Valentines Day. Hope you enjoy your gift. It'll keep you safe wherever you go. I'm watching over you. Even angels need some protection…

Your Guardian Angel"

He set the card aside, feeling confused. Lifting the box to chin level, he peeled away white tissue paper. Inside, atop a white satin cushion, was a necklace made of silver. The moonlight glinted off of it majestically as a small charm at the end was revealed. A blood red stone was inlaid between two small palms of a small child with angel wings. Tinkling sounds filled the room as he slowly drew the chain up, allowing the child to dangle freely as if it was flying. He placed the gift around his neck and held the charm in his hand as he fell asleep, his worries suddenly gone.

He pulled out of his thoughts and regained his focus. A quizzical look came upon his face as he looked down at a pair of shining, black boots.

"The floor is always interesting to you, isn't it Edward?"

"Nice to see you too Roy."

Ed's heart started beating quickly. This was the first time he had seen the Colonel close up since the last incident. Secretly avoiding him was tough work. He seemed to be everywhere, especially after St. Valentine's Day.

"Ed," the Colonel dropped down to his knees so that he was eye level with the younger boy. But Ed refused to look up. A tale-tale blush was spread across his face as two gloved fingers placed themselves on his chin and brought his gaze up. He frowned slightly at the smirk on Roy Mustang's face. Even though the smirk had to have been the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Refusing to make eye contact, Ed placed his gaze on a small statue of Cupid next to him. He mentally thwacked himself.

"Edward. I have the strangest feeling that you're trying to avoid me." Ed took this moment to give a heated glare towards the Flame Alchemist.

"Really." His tone dripping with sarcasm.

"I'm hurt. After we had such a lovely time at the Fall Ball? Why not make the Spring Ball a fun one too. Come dance with me." The blonde-headed boy blushed furiously rapidly turning the color of Roy's wine. A slow song started up and Ed sighed loudly. It's not that I don't want to… it's that I don't know what to do…

"Just a quick dance. Come along." Roy stood placing Ed at eye level with something that he really did not want to be eye level with… quite yet. Ed blushed even more, if possible and stood. Roy took his hand and pulled him close to his chest. His musty scent filled Ed's nose as he rested his head, listening to a comforting heartbeat. Hot breath tickled his ears as Roy's smoldering voice filled his ears in a whisper.

"How's my little angel doing?"

"Little…" Ed's eyes shot open as realization came across his face. He looked up into the dark eyes of Roy Mustang and stared at the smirk on his face.

"You sent it?"

"Mm. So you did get my gift. Do you enjoy it?" Ed was at a loss for words as he started into the sexy face. He gulped and nodded once before placing his head upon the warm chest once more. Anther slow song began playing, this one familiar to Ed's ears. He started humming softly along with it, the words flowing through his brain. Golden eyes closed slightly lost in the moment as Roy started singing softly in a baritone voice that sounded like Elton John's.

"And can you feel the love tonight?

It is where we are

It's enough for this wide-eyed wanderer

That we got this far

And can you feel the love tonight

How it's laid to rest?

It's enough to make kings and vagabonds

Believe the very best…

Ed. Come with me." Eyes half closed, Ed complied feeling oddly sleepy.

Roy led them outside to the garden. But they did not stop at the guardrail. Roy led them down the steps, out of the perimeter, and to his car. All the while, Ed was clinging to him, eyes closed. He opened the car door and climbed in somehow with Ed's grasping hands still on him. The moon was shining and the small blonde headed-boy was now fitfully asleep. Roy smiled down softly at him. A gentle kiss was placed upon the brow as the engine was ignited and the low rumble of the car entered Roy's ears. He backed out of his parking space slowly before turning and heading towards a tall apartment building.

Carrying Ed was a semi-difficult thing, but carrying Ed up three flights of stairs, trying to open a locked door, getting him to the bedroom and then putting him down with his small fists still clinging to your shirt was a very difficult thing. Roy Mustang was a man of miracles though, and somehow managed to get Ed up three flights of stairs, open a locked door, get him to the bedroom and placed him down, though he wasn't enough of a miracle worker as he had just laid down next to Ed, his hands still clinging to his shirt. The moon stood watching over them as the older man fell asleep also, wondering how in the world he was going to explain this all to Ed tomorrow morning.

Worry about today only… I'll worry about tomorrow, tomorrow. And with that peace fell over the two as a blood red stone glinted and flashed like a blinking eye.