Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist, because otherwise, I wouldn't be writing fan fiction, would I? Also, this is about guy on guy love, okay? I'm not sure how you would accidentally stumble upon this, but just in case, you've been warned.

Roy Mustang looked at his desk. The paperwork that had previously been scattered chaotically across his desk only minutes before had been assorted into a neat pile at the top right corner of the mahogany surface. Only one piece of paper was left behind. He picked up curiously, read it, and re-read it again. It...it was a love letter. Not that this was abnormal for the self-proclaimed ladies' man, but...the wording was so stiff and awkward. It started off with "Dear Colonel. I know you're very busy, and I myself have lots of work to do. I just thought it important to inform you of certain feelings I have recently discovered..."

What was this? Who in the world—

Hawkeye knocked at his open door, alerting him to her presence.

"Excuse me, sir, I was wanting to know if you'd...What? What is it?" The woman looked at her superior in confusion. Mustang advanced on her and pulled the letter up to her face. He was exceedingly close.

"Hawkeye," began the colonel. "...Riza..."

Hawkeye, who was starting to look very uncomfortable, ran her eyes over the note. The confusion written across her features only deepened.

"What is that, sir? A love letter?"

Mustang was taken aback. "Then, Hawkeye, you didn't...?" His subordinate shook her head slowly and he took two steps back, trying to hide his disappointment.

Who was it then? Who had set the letter on his desk?

If Roy hadn't been so focused on the ground at that particular moment, he might have glimpsed the devastated look on a blonde-haired individual as he snuck past the door.

Half an hour later, Roy was still trying to clear his head. The letter...his disappointment when Hawkeye shook her head...and he still didn't know who had actually written the letter. He needed some air.

Going up to the Central HQ roof was something he practiced often. Occasionally when he wanted to have a beer or a laugh with Hawkeye, Havoc, Falman, and the others, but more often he would go up there to think, either late at night after he'd finished his paperwork, or on the occasional coffee-break, just to get some peace. He'd never stumbled upon anyone else there before though.

"Oh, Fullmetal..." Mustang said. The younger man turned around, looking more than startled. He got up hurriedly, as if to leave, but Roy shook his head.

"No, no, you don't have to go. Stay here, and talk with me." Edward looked a little torn between doing as Mustang suggested, and leaving anyways. Eventually though, he just shrugged and sat down again. He'd obviously been looking out over Central. The city truly looked beautiful in the evenings, and the summer sun was just setting in the horizon, casting a golden glow upon everything it touched.

Roy noticed that Edward had a six-pack of beers next to him.

"A bit young to be drinking, aren't you, Fullmetal?" The colonel teased half-heartedly, despite the fact that he knew full-well Edward had turned nineteen just last week, and was very well legal. Ed merely snorted disdainfully and handed Roy a bottle. Mustang grinned, then took it, and promptly swigged half the container. He'd previously had a shot or two, but Ed didn't need to know that.

"So what's up with you, Colonel?" Edward asked tiredly.

Mustang grunted. "I might ask you the same thing Ed, sulking up here like this." Ed said nothing, so he continued. "I...well, I had an interesting thing happen to me today. I got a, um, confession letter."

Ed chugged the last bit of his beer and took another from the case. "A love note, huh? And how is that odd for you, the famed Flame Alchemist, handsome, talented, and a total player?"

Roy frowned at the elder Elric. Why was he being so snarky?

"The thing is, I thought it had been from a woman I've had conflicting emotions over for many years now," Mustang told him.

"Hawkeye," Edward interrupted.

"Yes. How did you...? Ah, I guess it's more obvious than I thought," Mustang reflected. "But it wasn't her, you see. And now I'm going crazy trying to think of who it might have been."

Edward was silent for a very long time then, and Roy couldn't really tell in the dimming twilight, but the younger man's face looked slightly flushed. Drunk already? Perhaps he was a lightweight. He was pretty small, so...

"What about you then, Ed? You seem moody."

"Do I?" Ed asked. Mustang gave him a look before reaching around Edward's stomach to grab another beer. He couldn't help but notice, however, that the Fullmetal Alchemist flinched at the close, if brief, proximity.

"Am I making you uncomfortable, Fullmetal?"

"Yes."

Roy's eyes widened. His answer was so blunt. So frank. He moved to get up, but Ed pulled him back down by the front of his jacket. His golden eyes searched Mustang's as if searching for something that he just couldn't find.

"You do make me feel uncomfortable, Roy Mustang. Especially when you drop the rare compliment, or flirt with all those women, including Riza. It makes me feel...Well...I...Actually, I have no idea how I feel. That's why I wrote you that letter."

He let go of Mustang's jacket, and Roy dropped down to the ground beside the younger man. To say that this new outcome was stunning would be an understatement. No, this was shocking, to say the least.

"I think," Ed began again, staring out at the city as he attempted to organize his thoughts. "I'm considering that maybe I have a hint of a father complex. You know, because Hohenheim left us when Al and I were so young. You were the only older-male figure I really had after..." He trailed off, his words seeming almost to choke him. But he didn't have to go any further with the explanation. Roy knew what he meant.

"After you attempted human transmutation," he stated. It wasn't a question, and Ed didn't answer. Instead, they looked on in silence as the sun went down. They drank the rest of the beer, but then they were talking more and more about frivolous subjects, and had absurd arguments. That's when Roy suggested going back down and polishing off the last of Mustang's vodka supply...

When Edward awoke, sun was filtering down through the window. Bits of debris caught in the air were highlighted by the morning light. That had always freaked Edward out. He was constantly wary of spots such as that because he was paranoid about sucking in the dust. He closed his eyes against the harsh light when his eyes protested in pain. Ugh. Had he been punched in the face the night before?

Besides a pounding headache, Ed felt... quite magnificent, really. There was something that had happened the day before, a vague flashback, that he felt he simply had to remember, but it just wouldn't come to him.

Then he remembered: He'd been out drinking and talking all night with Colonel Mustang. He remembered comforting the man over some shots over his silly emotions following what was basically a rejection from Hawkeye. And Ed had finally gotten off his chest that whole father complex thing. Because that must have been the explanation for all those weird feelings, right?

Right.

Edward turned around, putting his back to the window. Then he felt movement beside him, and an arm that was not his brushed his backside. Whoever it was stretched and groaned, and finding a more comfortable position, went back to breathing deeply. Whoever it was smelled of – oh God – aftershave.

"Edward," Whoever moaned in their sleep.

Edward Elric opened his eyes, to find the sleeping face of Colonel Mustang nuzzled into his shoulder. He also saw that Mustang was wrapped in his sheets...and nothing else.

Ooooh! What's gonna happen? Well actually, that's up to the reviews. If nobody likes the story, I won't continue it. If people want a sequel or two, then I'll be more than willing to acquiesce. Also, I'm willing to take suggestions, but please, nothing too dirty? I can only write so much without getting embarrassed. ^/^