Author's Notes: Wow! Am I really actually posting another story! It's been ages, hasn't it? I'm so sorry, to my loyal fans … I hope some of you find it in your hearts to read this and review. (I hoped I picked up some new fans, too! Yay!)
Disclaimer: Nope. Don't own anything but …. two wallscrolls, five manga, six DVDs, and two tee-shirts. Can I trade for the rights to Fullmetal Alchemist? … No? Awe.
Warning: This does contain some slight BL (boys love), so if you don't like that, or just don't like the Maes Hughes Roy Mustang pairing … get out now. Fu fu fu. Oh! And this is before Maes even met Gracia ... I think she's only there to cover up, so no one will suspect Hughes of loving another man ... y'know, people do that. (Like in in Brokeback Mountain ... that was such a good movie. Oh. Sorry. I'm rambling again.)
My Baby Face
Dull looks; blank stares. Quiet chewing on bread, though the lock of eyes never wavered.
Maes' look broke and a loud cackle spewed from his lips.
"Shut up!" Roy pounced over the table, grabbing Maes' ears and tugging on them. "Take it back, you ass!"
Hughes fell back in his chair when the other man tackled him, his laughter ringing out through the small apartment the two friends shared.
"Why should I!" he said, not trying to suppress the giddiness.
"You whore! You're so wretched; I'll burn the apology out of you!"
"Ah, but dear Roy, you don't have your gloves on. There's still in the other room."
"Fine, I'll just choke it out of you! How about that!" His pale, icy fingers wrapped around Maes' neck, shaking the slightly larger man around.
His antics only made the man laugh harder.
"You are so pathetic, Roy! Haha! I can't believe you're so easy to manipulate!"
"I am not! You bastard! Sum! Lice on the dogs of the military, that's what you are! Gahh!"
He toppled over when Maes sat up, not even fazed by Roy's smaller body's attempt to keep him pinned down.
Hughes stopped laughing, his soft eyes looking deeply into Mustang's dark orbs.
"You know what?" he said kindly, no more amusement on his face, save for the small, honest smile curving his lips.
"What?" Roy grumbled, scooting a little bit closer as he brushed the lint off his dress shirt.
"I won't take it back, Roy—" Roy growled "—because it's true. You'll always be my baby face."
He pressed his lips to Roy's cheek, and all anger drained away. The lighter man wrapped his arms around Maes, his face burring into the warm chest.
"Thanks, Maes …"
My little doll.
Sooooo …. didja like? I had reread one of my other Maes/Roy stories (Won't You Share This Night With Me?) and I saw that Maes had called Roy "My baby face." So I thought, "Hey! Let's make a story based on the origins, yeah!" And it was the first time I'd had inspiration in ages, so I wrote this really, really fast. Sorry it's so short. (Cries) Please tell me if you liked it or thought if I need improvement (which I always do).
Love love.