Title: Even If It Kills Me

Track: It Had To Be You

Author: risveglio

Summary:

Pairings: RoyEd

Rating: PG-13

Category: Romance

Words:616

Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or Motion City Soundtrack's "Even If It Kills Me."

Warnings: Nothing

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Roy Mustang lit a cigarette and leaned back on the headboard. The floozy who had inhabited his bed that night had long since left, and he was alone. Most nights ended like this; he went on a date with a girl, took her home, fucked her, and then stayed up until four in the morning thinking and indulging in his new bad habit—smoking a cigarette per night.

In earlier years, the man would have been fast asleep hours ago, dreaming happily of promotions. Now, he couldn't get to sleep for the life of him, which led to long naps in the office. It wasn't as if he could help it, his mind was too clouded with thoughts in the late evenings for him to sleep—and it was all because of one tiny, often angry, Fullmetal Alchemist.

At first, he was simply worried about Edward. He wondered if it was safe to send a teenager out on missions that were fit for an adult. He worried if the brothers would make it back each time in one piece.

But soon, it was more. He couldn't stop thinking about him. His thoughts often wondered to the blonde's amber eyes, his golden hair, his tiny, yet built, physique. The colonel fantasized about touching him, kissing him, and realized, just as it was too late, that he was slowly falling for the Fullmetal Alchemist.

The man wanted him more than almost anything, but knew he could not have him. He knew that they could never be together because of the many blocks in the way. Roy also knew that he got lost, messed up, bored when he was alone too long. He could barely function, sleep, or eat without being with someone—and that's why he always had a girl by his side. There was hardly a night that went by where there wasn't a woman in his bed after being on his arm.

His last serious relationship, a short brunette, had dumped him. Late into the last fall, she had ended it and moved away—and just like that she vanished from his life, and never even called.

With Edward, he felt a sort of synergy, a bond. He desperately wanted to know if he felt the same, and longed to just go up to him and asked. He knew, though, that he couldn't, and it was just a little too hard to let it go.

As his cigarette began to burn out, he removed it from his lips, wanting to savor its bitter, creamy taste for a few more minutes. Roy was tired of these nights, staying up and thinking, wishing he possessed the courage—and perhaps the stupidity or ignorance—the just ask him; ask Edward, "Do you feel the harmony I feel between us?"

What if it were him; Edward—the one that he needed all along? Mustang had a pretty good idea of what they would do. He would want to get wrecked with Edward, go on a sugar high and maybe get a little drunk, and run around town. He wanted to be immature with Edward, throw away his pride that made him so defined, and just be a fool with him. Then, he would take the teen home and make love to him. It was a wonderful dream—to make them unafraid to feel things.

But, what a disaster it would be if Edward discovered that he cared a little too much for friends.

He took the last, long, savory drag of his cigarette and put it out in the ashtray on the bedside table. Letting his head fall forward, a laugh escaped from his lips.

"It had to be you."

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A/N: I really wish I could string all these together. A lot of them are stringed together (in fact, the last seven are related.) I will try my best to make them as close as possible. However, I would like to let the public know that the point of this isn't to make a story all together, but thirteen short stories about my favorite couple in accordance to the album, Even If It Kills Me by Motion City Soundtrack.

Hope that cleared some stuff up.

.maria