A/N: I do not own FMA. This is yaoi, boyxboy ect. Thanks for the reviews!

Waste

By: Xellion

I held my breath for a matter of two seconds. It must have been the longest two seconds of my life. I had to will myself into believing that inhaling would be a good idea right about now. I choked on my tongue; I felt a trickle of sweat roll down my forehead. And I wasn't sure if the sweat was attributed to the mind-exploding orgasm I just recovered from or if it was because Roy Mustang's navy blue eyes were boring holes into my brain.

People say the eyes are the gateway to the soul. But all I could see was Roy's mind ticking away, trying to figure out how this had happened and why…and if he could have prevented it. He was three more seconds away from throwing more barriers between us, and there was nothing I could do to stop him. I was helpless, absolutely helpless. Because I had been naïve enough to believe that he loved me. That the bastard Colonel was capable of feeling such an emotion.

And all I knew now was that everything between us was all for not.

It was all for not.

Finally. I inhaled. And that one sound seemed to shatter the moment that had been frozen in time. He broke away his gaze and I had never felt more free. My brain switched to autopilot and before I knew it I was dressing and packing away clothes, Roy's singular question: what are you doing? Fell on deaf ears. Where are you going? Away. I should have never agreed to stay with him. I allowed myself to become distracted from my one goal in life. Retrieving Al's body. I shut the suitcase and began storming out. I was done. I was through. The only thing that mattered was the one piece of family I had left.

And just as I reached for the door handle, perfect pale fingers held a vice grip on my flesh wrist, which also held tight to the suitcase. I looked up to meet those eyes again, and this time I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"Please don't go.."

"Why not…? You obviously don't feel the same."

"It's not that I don't, Edward…"

"Than what is it..? Why are you holding back? You're always holding back! You're scared, Mustang. And it's really starting to piss me off!" Before I could spew insults from my mouth he kissed me, his tongue deep in my mouth, effectively silencing me. I tried to push him away, to fight him off, but he still held tight to me, refusing to let go. And I broke. I broke beneath him like a shattered vase when it topples off the nightstand, roses and all. When he finally tore us apart we were both gasping for air, and his eyes were finally filled with an emotion. And emotion that filled me to the brim with warmth.

"I don't want you to leave." He said sternly, and he meant it.

"Well you certainly don't want me to stay…say you love me, or I'm on the next train to Risembool." He said nothing, nothing at all. I waited and waited, and he looked like he was trying to form the words, but they just wouldn't come. "You're an ass, Mustang." I ripped my flesh arm from him and stomped off. I took the first train, just as I said I would. I sat in the back of the train, curled up with my head rested against the window. "Stupid Mustang…."I murmured, my breath fogging the glass.

I was so tired and sore already, I didn't really want to make this trip but it would be worth it if Roy realized my importance in his life. I was heading back to Al now, I shouldn't have left him all alone with Winry, I wondered what he had told her by now. My hope was that he didn't tell her anything, Alphonse was good at keeping secrets unless he thought it would benefit someone by letting the cat out of the bag. And as far as I saw it, telling her I was sleeping with Roy would not benefit anyone. Least of all, me.

I leaned further against the cool glass, staring at the passing farms tiredly. Before I knew it I was drifting off into a peaceful dreamland, where everything was perfect…

A few hours later I was abruptly awaken by the sound of the train horn; I sat up, stretching wide. I took my things from the compartment above and got off. Stepping onto the platform, I felt guilty. And for an instant, I wanted to go back to Central, but I quickly changed my mind, there was no way to turn back anyway. At least not until the next train came and that wouldn't be for hours. I sighed and walked off the platform without any other thoughts about Roy.

I wandered out of the train station, down one of the long dirt roads; there was no possible way to get lost in Risembool. It was nothing but country for miles and miles. So I had no difficulty finding my way to Winry's house. I stood on the porch for a while, she hadn't seen me coming down the road, and I was still having a few fleeting second thoughts about being here. Finally I stifled them and knocked on the door. No sooner did I raise my hand, did it fly open. Alphonse beaming at me, before I could even stutter out a hello the suit of armor hugged me.

"Brother! I'm so happy to see you! How have you been?!"

"I-I've been okay Al…you can…let go, you're squeezing me!!" finally he released me and I panted for a moment.

"I thought you were in Central, with the Colonel?"

"Al! They could hear you!! Keep it down." I looked around suspiciously.

"Who? No one's here but me. Winry and Pinako went to the market to pick up some things for dinner tonight."

"Oh…well I'm glad," I chuckled nervously. Alphonse stepped aside to let me in.

"So why are you here?"

"Roy sort of pissed me off, so I'm staying for a while…"

"What did he do…?" Alphonse asked curiously.

"I told him…I loved him and…well…he didn't say anything."

"Maybe he was in shock?"

"Yeah I thought that too, but then I confronted him about it, and still nothing…"I sighed "I don't think he feels the same at all…"

A/N: Fin. Tune in for part four.