Title: Show Me Love
Author: Mrs Mustang
Disclaimer: I do not own Full Metal Alchemist, nor its characters. If I did, Roy and Edward would be long out of the closet, and Maes Hughes would so NOT be dead. This Full Metal Alchemist fan fiction is for fun and entertainment only. I'm not making any money out of this. So please don't sue me. Thank you.
Genre: Romance/Angst
Pairing: Roy Mustang/Edward Elric
Summary: Will Ed be able to show Roy love before it's too late?
Warnings: This story contains Yaoi, which means there will be at least one encounter between two males. What I'm trying to say is, if you don't like, don't read.
Rated: M, for language and sexual content.
Spoilers: Episode 25 Spoiler.
Author's Note: I'm not English, so there might be some spelling and grammar mistakes. And this is my first fan fiction ever, in English even, so please be nice if you're going to leave me a review. But I also appreciate if you point out mistakes, so I can fix them. Thanks!

Chapter One: Dead Man Walking

The General lay on his stomach. It was dark. No one beside him was there. He was left alone in the darkness. The only thing which made things a bit lighter was the moonlight that shone through the small window in a corner of the small room.

He couldn't believe it. It was only a few years since Envy killed Hughes, and now the shape-changing bastard was going to get him too?

This can't be… He needs me! Please!

The General was left alone with his thoughts. It was only a few minutes since that bastard homunculi had shoved a knife into his stomach and left him on the floor to drown in his own blood. He couldn't help but laugh when he thought about what his lover had told him right before he left. Irony has a sick sense of humor, he thought.

"Why do you have to go up there to that stupid cabin! I just know something terrible is going to happen if you go…" He didn't really think something was going to happen (which Roy knew), he said it mostly because he wanted his lover to stay with him.

"Look, if you want me to stay so badly I guess I can skip it."

"No, go," he sighed. "Just don't stay there forever."

Roy had been invited to attend some kind of fishing trip. Well, Roy hadn't even touched a fishing rod before, but to turn down an offer like that from a General was rude, and hey, he could always learn how to use it. The plan was to stay in a cabin for a few days, to fish and get drunk. And they would've, but the weather got bad and they decided to do it some other time.

They had already rented the cabin, so Roy asked if it was okay that he remained. It sure was, the other General told him and offered him a apologetic smile. The General left, and Roy was alone. He picked up the phone, and dialed his own number.

"The Mustang household."

"Hello."

"Roy, why are you calling?"

"Could you catch a cab and get up here? The weather is getting bad so the General left. Since we've already rented the cabin I thought at least you and I could take advantage of it. So, you coming or what?"

"Ah. Okay. Yeah, sure. I'm on my way, see you soon."

"See you."

Roy laid the receiver back on its place, and walked to where his belongings were. He picked up the bottle of cognac that laid so nicely in a small bag with some spare clothes. Caught a couple of glasses in the kitchen, and sat down in a well used leather chair. The amber liquid filled the bottom of the glass, and the General placed the bottle on the table. He lifted the glass up to his nose and sniffed in the scent of the strong drink. His thoughts, somehow, went to the color of the liquid.

The liquid is like his eyes. Those beautiful eyes.

Knock…

Knock…

He's here already? Roy rose and walked over to the door. And he did the stupidest thing he had ever done. He opened it.

In the doorway, he saw a person he hadn't seen in years. A man dedicated to his family, his work, his good friend whom he'd promised to push to the top. Roy blinked. It couldn't be. This man was dead.

The supposed dead man in front of him grinned. "Thought you'd never see me again, huh?" he said. "Tell you what, you'll see me this last time before you die."

Roy should have run away, but he just stood there. Looking at his dead friend. Hughes still grinned. He stuck a hand in his pocket and found one of those precious knives, pulled back his right hand, then shoved the knife deep into Roy's stomach. And without any sort of warning, he pulled it back out. Roy still didn't move. Now he just stared stupidly down at the red hole in his stomach. Then, with almost comical effect, he slid down onto the wooden floor. He was at the monster's mercy now. He wanted so badly to kill the bastard who pretended to be his dead friend. But he didn't find the strength to do so.

To be continued...