Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Silence ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don’t own FMA.

Authors Notes: This is pure fluff that I wrote at about 3 AM. It’s definitely not the best thing I’ve ever written. You have been warned.

Maes Hughes knocks lightly on the door. Lightly, because he doesn’t know if anyone is inside. Lightly, because he knows there isn’t and yet wishes more than anything that there is. It’d be insane if anyone was, really, at this time of night.

“Who is it?” comes the answering voice, tired and yet booming with the kind of authority that can only come from not knowing who you’re speaking to.

And perhaps also from being a Colonel, but Hughes chooses to ignore this fact.

“It’s me, Roy.” Hughes answers, standing straighter. There is sweat building up on his palms, but he places a jaunty grin on his face and opens the door.

Mustang is sitting at his desk, shuffling through a stack of papers. He looks up, vivid brown eyes blazing.

Hughes gulps, hoping that those all-knowing eyes can’t see into his soul.

“What is it, Maes?”

Maybe now wasn’t the best time to come, Hughes reflects. Mustang’s tone is crisp, he seems irritated.

Mustang is staring at him expectantly.

The sweat on his hands must be visible by now. Hughes wipes a hand on his pants, coughing.

“Nothing... just wanted to talk.”

Mustang nods and smiles, loosening his shoulders and sighing as if on cue.

“Come sit down.”

There’s only one chair in the room and Mustang is sitting in it sturdily. Hughes waits, and when the Colonel doesn’t get up, he makes his way over and sits on the chair next to him.

It’s actually kind of comforatable, and even though they are both practically falling off, somehow neither of them care.

Just sitting, enjoying the flickered silence. Mustang clicks off the lamp and the whole world fades to black and white, Hughes and Mustang, and most of all just silence.

It takes a minute for Hughes to register that Mustang’s arm is around his shoulder, placed there more meaningfully and permanently than before, when he’s just slung his arm around him in a brotherly embrace. This is much more.

It also takes him a minute to realise that his arm is around Mustang, too, and that now they’re closer than they’ve ever been. Mustang shifts his arm and there’s warmth around his waist.

Neither of them move again for a while.

“...Roy?”

“Yes, Maes?” Mustang is whispering, but a soft, delicious, indelible whisper.

And Hughes kisses him.

His palms have stopped sweating.