Roy Mustang had been having a rough day. He'd spilled coffee at least 3 times, set his paperwork on fire, set himself on fire. He couldn't tell what his problem was, but eventually a friend had decided to point out what he figured was wrong.

"You're probably just horny Mustang. You get like this when you are…though you are somewhat of a frump even when you're not." Maes Hughes decided to bring to his attention. And the more he thought of it, the more he decided Hughes was right. He sighed, and he figured he'd take care of it himself later. As his shirt ended, he collected what was left of his wits, and headed towards the locker rooms to get out of his uniform. As he stood before his locker, he could hear breathing heavily to his right. He couldn't see who it was, but his tensions started to build.

"Hello?" He called. He then heard the locks on the lockers be brushed by a passing hand, and he heard the breathing to the other side.

"I feel you watching me
Over there
Come to me
If you care." Sang a male's voice from the behind the lockers. Roy furrowed his brow, and he started to speak as the voice continued.

"Don't sit and stare
It's just not fair
Make your move
If you dare." With this verse being finished, the singer stepped out from behind the lockers. Low and behold, it was Maes Hughes, standing before Roy; wearing only a towel. Needless to say, this didn't help Roy in any way.

"Hughes, are you done?" He asked, warily. Trying to feign annoyance. Maes merely smiled cheekily, and continued.

"I said, what what, in the butt
I said, what what, in the butt
I said, what what, in the butt
I said, what what, in the butt
You wanna do it in my butt, in my butt?
You wanna do it in my butt, in my butt?
You wanna do it in my butt, in my butt?
Let's do it in the butt, okay." Hughes sang, and he slowly got closer to Roy, as he did, he let his grip on the towel slip, and slide to the ground. Roy tried to keep his eyes away from his best friend's waist, but he couldn't. As Hughes reached Roy, he could feel the heat coming off of Hughes. Maes pulled Roy's jacket collar, and he brought their lips together. And, Roy could tell where this was going, and despite the absurdity, he liked it.

~Fin

A/N: XD So I apologize about the randomness about this. It was a whim, and I guess a little crackheaded. (A little my ass xD)

Anyway, I'll put my disclaimer down here. FMA is copyright Hiromu Arakawa and "What What" Is copyright to Samwell. :]