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Colonel Roy Mustang sighed to himself as he walked down the hallway towards his office in the military building of Central.
It had been a long day.
Actually, it had been a long week, a long month.
Roy Mustang had been assigned a difficult mission and recently, he had been traveling a lot.
Traveling was difficult when Riza Hawkeye, his lieutenant and first choice of a partner, couldn't go with him.
Riza helped Roy more than most people realized, she was like his right hand.
But instead of traveling with Colonel Mustang, Riza had been stationed at Central, forcing the two to communicate over the radio.
That was fine, of course.
It wasn't like Roy needed to talk to Riza in person…...
…...It was just better if he could.
Roy set his jaw as he walked down the hallway, visions of Riza bearing her back to him all those years ago flashed through his mind.
Roy often thought of that moment.
In fact, Roy thought of Riza far more often than he should.
They could never be together.
It was silly for Roy to dream differently, but it was natural.
Roy was an alpha, just like most members of the military.
Strong, dominant, dedicated, possessive, proud, and courageous, those were traits that made a good soldier.
Naturally, alphas did very well with the job.
Roy stopped in the hallway when he heard a noise.
A strange, scraping noise.
It was late, and most personnel should have left by now….
Roy scowled.
Standing in the silent hall, Colonel Mustang listened closely, waiting to see if the noise would occur again.
"Hello?" Roy called out in his deep voice. "Who's there?"
Roy heard the clink of something metal and then hasty footsteps, running down the hall just around the corner towards the Fuhrer's office.
It was at night that the Fuhrer's door was left unlocked for the cleaning staff to access….
Roy growled and clenched his fist, darting off to pursue the footsteps.
Who was in there?!
A spy?!
A disgruntled soldier wanting to sell Amestris's secrets?!
Who was….
Roy stomped towards the Fuhrer's office, his brow firmly knitted together as he watched the door swing behind whoever just entered.
If Roy was anything, he was loyal to his country.
Roy grit his teeth as he turned the doorknob.
Who was stupid enough to think that they-
The second that Roy opened the door, he stopped.
A delightful chill crawled up Roy's spine and he found himself trying hard to remember how to breathe.
The scent of an omega…
A wanting, waiting, desperate omega…...
Roy's alpha brain tried to think through the haze of hormones that flooded his system, the fog of the pheromones he was inhaling made it very difficult.
An omega…
….In the military?!
That's why…..that's why this person had been running.
They weren't trying to steal, they were trying to escape.
"Come out." Roy coaxed.
Roy's voice was more like a growl than a statement.
He paused to clear his throat, but his voice still rumbled deep from his chest. "Come out, I'm not going to hurt you."
The room remained silent.
Roy shifted on his feet trying to adjust his trousers which suddenly felt uncomfortably tight.
Forcing himself to stay sane, Roy called out again, "Come out, I can escort you to safety. Please, you have my word as a member of the Amestris military."
Another long moment of silence passed and Roy swallowed the extra saliva in his mouth, causing his throat to go dry.
Colonel Mustang was just about to call out again when a small voice answered, "Roy?"
Roy's eyes widened.
No….
It couldn't be….
The voice came from behind the Fuhrer's desk.
Roy Mustang's body felt like lead as he trudged over and peered down.
There, huddled under the heavy furniture, with flushed cheeks and tempting pink lips, sat Riza Hawkeye, staring back up at him. "Roy..."
"Riza?" Roy asked in a breathless gasp.
This was not good.
The attraction between Roy and Riza already borderlined on undeniable.
There had been many times over the years when both of them had problems holding back.
Was Riza really an omega?!
Oh dear.
Oh no….
"Roy, I need you." Riza pleaded with sad, tearful eyes.
…..Beautiful, large, brown eyes that Roy had always admired.
Roy sunk to his knees while Riza melted him with her stare, begging him to relieve her of her pain, just like she had when she asked him to take that map off of her back years ago…
Roy had been fascinated with Riza ever since, and she with him, but the two had never said that out loud.
Would they ever?
"Riza…." Roy breathed thickly.
Roy's hands trembled with the desire to reach out and touch Riza's face, to pull her into his arms…..
To have her as his own…..
If they were caught, they would both be ejected from the military in shame.
Then what?
Then what?!
"Roy, please!" Riza all but begged, leaning forward and letting Roy get a whiff of her lily perfume.
Roy knew the scent well but at the moment, it just made him crazier…
Roy couldn't think…..
Roy couldn't reason….
All Roy could do was feel and want….
Colonel Mustang needed to make a decision and this time, Riza was only making things worse~.