Disclaimer: I don't own FMA
A/N : Hey, my names SHU and I've written one other story before this but this whole "GAY" thing is new to me so you guys hafta' cut me some serious slack. Review please!
Chapter 1 : The Problem
It was cold. Colder than usual. The dark sidewalks left much to the imagination of it's passenger as it wound beside the streets of central. The flickering streetlamps etched an eery glow on the streets as the icy wind picked at a lonesome traveler.
He was short. Shorter than usual. Most people would say that from behind, he looked almost like a child. As he trudged through the shallow snow, pressed with his face to the wind, his bright red coat shifted about behind him. His eyes were squinted closed, and his arms folded in front of his chest as his golden braid flew like a tail behind his head. He could almost hear the faint crackle of his leather pants as they began to freeze. He slowly reached up and tightened the zipper on his black shirt, pulling it almost to his chin. His hand, returning to his arm on his chest, began to shake as the wind grew colder. The young man stopped, swiftly pulling off his glove and skillfully blowing on the machinery. As it began to warm up, the boy began to walk once more. Eventually, amidst the death defying struggle against the weather, he came to a single townhouse with a black door. It was wedged between several others, but it was obvious that the door had been painted black for personal reasons. All the other doors were yellow. The boy smiled slightly as his gaze rested on the door, and his hand swept over the stone gate at the front of the walk. He slowly unhooked the gate and let himself in, carefully shutting it once more to make sure the wind didn't blow it open. He crept up the walk and eventually, up the coble stone steps to the front door. All the lights were off inside and he hesitated before he knocked on the shiny black surface.
One light on the ground floor turned on as the short man waited outside the door. After a while, the door swung open and there stood Colonel Roy Mustang, bracing himself on the door, wearing nothing but black boxers. His hair was messy; as if he just washed it and he looked dazed, almost confused as to why the boy was standing outside his door. Light poured onto the walk from inside the house as the two just stood there, waiting for the other to say something. Suddenly, the blonde boy grabbed the taller man around the waist, wrapping him up into a tight, rushed hug. Roy was surprised, but pulled the young man in his house, shutting the door behind him. He pushed the boy away gently, tilting his chin up so he could see his face better. It was stained with cold tears, and the boy's eyes were clouded with worry too immense for his age. Roy looked him over and pulled him close, letting him rest his head on his bare chest.
"What's wrong? "Whispered Roy into the blonde's hair. He looked up and Mustang could see his lip trembling as he tried to speak.
"I…I…I couldn't do it…" Roy took his hand and led him through the white hallway to the living room. A black table sat along one wall with a silver bowl resting on it. Two pairs of keys sat in the bottom, laced with endless notes. The boy looked around the house as he was lead to the sitting area, sniffling slightly as the older man sat down and patted the seat beside him on the black leather couch at the back of the dark room. Roy reached over and turned on a light beside the couch, warping an arm around the shaking frame of his young lover.
"Ed…Do what? " He cooed into his hair. Ed looked up at Roy, grabbing his shoulder, resting his head on his bare chest once again.
"I…I couldn't do alchemy. I can't do it anymore. I tried making something this morning and…It didn't work. "He sighed shakily as Roy rubbed his back tentatively. Ed looked around the warm room. A fireplace graced the corner and warmed the whole room with the red walls and black carpet. Ed smiled at Roy, wiping his eyes as he pulled away and hoisted himself up onto the older man's lap. "I'm sorry I came, I guess I thought being alone tonight wasn't going to be easy…I really am sorry. " Roy chuckled as he stroked Ed's hair and his breathing slowed quietly.
"You don't ever have to be sorry Ed…I love you. "