Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist

He loved Roy Mustang. More than he loved himself. More than he loved his own life… but not more than he loved Al. Yes, his happiest moments were with Roy and the only time he felt complete was with the man, but if he had to choice between a life with Roy or sacrificing himself to the gate for Al, he would choose Al.

Roy knew and respected this, unintentionally making Ed love him all the more.

Roy knew, dreaded, that Ed would have to give himself up one day. They both knew it. They held each other at night when that fact got too much for either of them to bare. Just like tonight.

They lay, bodies curled up on top of one another, on the kitchen floor. Earlier that evening, Ed had tripped and fallen, taking Roy along with him. The two just could not be bothered getting up and when their conversation had taken on a darker edge, neither wanted to break the silence or stop talking. It was strange just lying their in the middle of the night, half asleep, but neither minded.

"Ed?" Roy asked, his hand tightening around the younger man's.

"Yeah?" Ed breathed, his face smothered into Roy's shirt.

"What're you going to do after?"

"After?"

"You get your bodies back."

Ed tightened his hold on Roy's shirt, "Roy, you know there's not going to be an after."

"But what if there was?" he said, a hint of pleading to his voice.

"But there's not."

"Ed," Roy said, his throat closing up painfully, "please, just… pretend. For me."

"We'd get married," Ed said, not even the slightest hesitation or uncertainty to his voice.

Roy didn't know whether to laugh to cry.

"And I'd be the best man at Winry and Al's wedding (AN: yes, I ship Alxwinry, their cute!) and he'd be the best man at mine, and you'd be Fuhr-mmmm~!" Ed began when he was cut of by a warm pair of lips upon his own.

When they broke apart, Roy grabbed Ed gently by the forearms and lifted him off of the floor.

"Roy? Wha-"

"I wanna do this the right way, Ed."

Bending on one knee, he took his lover's hand within his own, "Edward Elric," he whispered, "will you do me the honour of marrying me?" (AN: ok, that was short and cliché. Please pretend I wrote something amazing and tear-jerking instead. Thanks ;D)

Ed, in shock, nodded numbly.

Smiling, Roy laid back on the floor once more, pulling Edward along with him.

"We'll get the ring tomorrow, then," he told the blonde.

"But-"

"We'll get the ring tomorrow," he said firmly, "But we don't have to tell anyone."

"Roy, if it means that much to you, would could always just get married tomorrow. All we need is a priest."

"No," he said, determined, "we're doing this the right way. We're going to get married after you get Al's body back."

"Roy," Edward whispered softly, eyes looking sadly at the man.

"We don't have to tell anyone until then," Roy repeated.

"Of course," Ed nodded, going along with the idea.

"It'll happen outside since we're both not religious," his voice was a feverous mutter by now, talking mainly to himself, "everyone will be there and you'll have your limbs back so you won't have to wear gloves, and Hawkeye and Winry and Gracie will be the bridesmaids, and I'll be Fuhrer by then and everyone-"

"Roy," Edward whispered gently, cutting him off.

Ed brought the two of them up into a sitting position, placing the broken man's head on his chest.

"We are going to get married," Roy whispered determinedly.

Again, Ed simply nodded.

And in the moonlight silence, Roy began to cry.