Warnings:
yaoi/shounen-ai
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA. Need I say
more?
A/N: Very short, and somewhat melancholy/angsty. Also
un-beta'd. Feedback is more than welcome.
Roy calls out his lover's name as he peaks, and panting, he collapses atop the warm body beneath him. He runs his fingers through coarse hair, murmuring the name again and again, until he lifts his head to see golden sand slipping through his fingertips.
"Maes," he utters once more, as he ignores the lingering scent of tobacco and the blue eyes fixed firmly on the ceiling.