GASP! An update! Have fun, yaoi fans!

"Oh, shit!" he jerked away, and leaped off of Roy's lap as he started to straighten himself out, fixing his shirt and retying his hair with lightning speed. Roy had to admit, he was impressed. It was almost like Ed was used to this sort of thing... As if he had dated before Roy, and those particular situations were a regular occurrence. Roy mused with a grin Ed participating in an affair with some gorgeous woman who was tired of her husband, and then dressing in the manner he was now because her husband just drove up.

"So, where do you think you're going in a hurry?"

"I've got to go meet Al back at the inn. He wanted me to introduce him to someone or something... I don't know," he slipped his feet into his shoes, "I'll see you later, ok?"

"Wait, Ed. Before you go can you at least give me a goodbye kiss?" he was pulling his white shirt back on over his head, and Ed rolled his eyes, but he smiled.

"Come on, Roy, I'm not that bad, am I?" he leaned over, and kissed the Colonel goodbye, just as he had asked, on the lips, even, and then grabbed his coat and headed out the door.

Icy rain poured relentlessly outside, the wind blew harshly and shook the leaves from the trees. Roy Mustang was safe inside his house, sipping from his cup of coffee as he flicked through the newspaper. A blanket was wrapped around his shoulders for warmth, the fireplace crackling merrily. What a lovely night.

Mustang looked up when he heard a knock on the door, and slowly pulled himself away from his reading and the comfy couch to go to the door. Who could that be? He flipped the lock, turned the handle, and opened the door to see just who it was that would come out in this weather. He gasped,

"Edward? What the hell are you doing out in weather like this? And what the hell happened to you?" He was totally soaked and shivering, blood streaming from his nose and onto his shirt. He was shoeless and had every bit of the look of an abandoned orphan boy. It would have been cute had the situation not been so serious.

"Al and I got in a fight..." he muttered, and immediately Roy pulled him inside and shut the door. He whipped the blanket off of his own shoulders and wrapped it around Edward's, stroking his sopping blond hair. He ran and got a towel, and pulled Ed to the couch, forcing him to sit as he proceeded to wipe the blood from his face and dry him a bit. The were completely silent as Roy stemmed the flow of blood from Ed's nose and cleaned his sad face, but when Roy had finished, he broke the silence.

"Was it because of us?"

"No, he was fine with that," Ed took a deep breath, "I... I met the girl he wanted me to meet... Her name is Darlah. She's his girlfriend. I spent the whole day with them, and today he asked me what I thought of her... I said he could do better... That she'd just use him because he was too nice for his own good and then dump him like he was nothing... But, she really gave me that feeling, and I've spent enough time with con artists to know when I see one. Then we got into a fight... You don't think I was too hard when I judged her, do you?"

"Well... Maybe you're being too overprotective. He's got to learn on his own what to look for in a girl. He'll be all right."

"But... What am I going to do if I lose him?"

"Ed, he's your brother. He's not just going to--"

"What if he runs off with some girl and I never see him again? I don't think... I don't think I could handle it if we grew apart..." he shook a little harder, "Then what would I do?"

"It's not going to happen," Roy looked his squarely in the eyes, and this time Ed didn't look away. He grabbed Mustang's shoulders,

"What if it does?" That must have been one of his greatest fears; losing Alphonse to another person, be it friend or lover. He wanted the truth from the Colonel. Roy could see it in his eyes, "What am I going to do?" Ed's voice cracked at the end.

"You'll still have me. I'll always be here, whenever you need me. Why else would you have come here after the fight? Though... I would have preferred it if you'd called me so I could come get you. Don't want you to catch a cold." He was surprised to see a slight smile spread across the boy's face, who promptly threw his arms around him in an affectionate hug. Roy smiled too, "Now, why don't I get you some dry clothes, and then you can take a hot shower and change out of these."

"Yeah. Thanks, Roy. No 'accidentally' strolling in on me either. I fucking HATE it when you do that," but he was still smiling. Roy laughed as he stood up.

"Sure, sure. I'll try to keep from looking. But it'll be hard, you know," he called as he headed to his room. He gathered the first few things he could find: a pair of gray sweat pants and an old shirt, probably too big for Ed because it was too big for Roy too. He never slept with his shirt on, but he wasn't sure Ed would be willing to do the same. He came back out with the clothes slung over one arm, "Because you're so damn gorgeous." Ed smiled and blushed slightly, taking the clothes from Roy's arm.

"Wish I could say the same for you," he joked.

"Oh, come on, Ed. You can't say you haven't thought about watching me in the shower."

"Well, if I did, that'd be none of your damn business..." he grinned wide, "And what would you do if I said I have thought about it from time to time?"

"I'd ask why the hell haven't you done it yet?"

"Because..." he paused and thought for a moment, "It'd turn into something more... I know it would." Roy grinned,

"Why don't you go take that shower, Ed, before you give me any ideas."