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"Brother! What do you mean you haven't seen him the entire time you've been in Central? You moved there three weeks ago!"

Edward held the phone lazily about a foot away from his ear as he only half-listened to what his younger brother was saying. The small office he sat in had more boxes than floorspace, most of the boxes stacked along the wall. The desk he sat at looked like a bomb of papers and books had hit it, but Ed knew where every little thing was... somewhere, in the chaos of it. When Al was done 'scolding' him, he finally put the phone back to his ear and leant back in his seat, closing his eyes. "Central is a big city. I'm a busy man." His voice was blunt and monotone, but Al heard the tone of lying. He always did, when it was Ed.

"You're afraid."

"I'm not afraid!" He yelled, jumping back to sit up. "It'll just be all awkward, we've barely talked this whole time --"

"--And who's fault is that, Edward?! -- " Al cut in.

"Shut up!" He was getting angrier by the second. "--And he's like twenty years older than me --" There was a muttered That's an exhageration, from the other line that Ed ignored. "--We have nothing in common, I have no use for anything in the military. What are we gonna talk about, Al?! Women?!" He let out a twisted laugh at that remark, though only Al would know why.

There was silence, and then a long sigh from Al. "Fine. Don't tell him," He gave in.

Ed narrowed his eyes at the picture in the frame on his desk -- specifically, at Al's smiling face in the picture. "No. Don't do it."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Edward." Al's voice sounded bored -- but it was forced, Ed knew he was trying to mask that he was up to something. Al was an open book. "Oh, Winry needs my help! I gotta go. I'll talk to you later, Ed!"

Ed yelled Al's name but it was too late, Al had already hung up the phone. The blonde slammed the phone back onto the receiver. He knew what that meant. He knew Al had kept contact with him since they'd gone back to Risembool to rehabilitate and heal after the events of getting Al's body back, and Ed's arm. Edward had only kept contact through awkwardly written letters that were vague and didn't include much, like he was talking to an acquaintance -- not the man who had put the idea into his head and sparked the biggest journey of his life, to fix what he'd done to Al and himself. The letters were almost as if to say, Still alive. Haven't caused trouble. No cities were blown up. Don't send military.

It was time to go for the day, Ed decided. He didn't think Mustang cared enough to come here immediately if Al told him -- and Ed was positive Al was already on the phone -- but, he still didn't want to be here. Or home. He didn't trust Al to not mention where he was living or --

Fuck. That bastard already knew what Ed was doing because he told him.

This entire thing just ground his gears more and more. He threw his coat on, pulled the hood up and left, heading out of the building and into the chilly weather.

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There was a knock on the door to Roy Mustang's office, and then it promptly opened and Riza slipped in quietly. "Sir," She greeted quietly. "There's a phone call for you." She looked at the phone on his desk before quickly looking back at him and her eyes softened a little bit. "It's Alphonse." Only her superior knew her well enough to see the tug at the corners of her lips as she tried to not show it. "I don't think you want to pass this phone call, Sir." Unlike most phone calls, this time Riza stayed. A suspicious move. She was waiting for something -- for him to hear whatever caused Alphonse to call, perhaps.

When the phone was finally picked up, Alphonse's voice greeted the line with his usual cheer. "Good afternoon, Sir!"

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Those words rang in Roy's head as he tried to make a decision. Ed was very much drunk. He could tell by the stumbles and the current red color on his cheeks. His mind was in a war on if he should stop or somehow keep going. He didn't want to push Ed too far while he was drunk. It wouldn't be the right thing to do, pushing an inebriated person to do those types of things. No matter how much he or the other wanted it.

Roy did let a soft growl escape as he lifted his hands to Edward's face. He cupped the younger one's face between his hands and leaned in to press a hot kiss against the other's lips. He shouldn't even be doing this, but he just wanted a taste. Edward tasted like whiskey with a hint of spice. It drove his hormones wild.

His tongue touched lightly at the blonde's bottom lip, pushing the other back until the blonde's lower back hit the table in his hallway. He tried to show the pent up emotions from all the years that he had wanted Ed. His hands slid back farther from Edward's cheeks to bury his fingers into the blonde hair.

Ed seemed to hold his ground while the other considered the blonde's words, despite the blush across his face. The moment Roy moved again, Ed practically jumped into the kiss. His arms wrapped around his neck, one hand burying into Roy's hair as he parted his lips against his. A moan escaped his lips as he recognized the taste of the whiskey they'd been drinking, tongue flicking against the Generals as he was pushed against the table in the hall, another moan escaping him.

He broke the kiss to gently drag his teeth along the others' lower lip with a gentle tug. "Roy.." It was almost caught in his throat, huskily spoken as he was caught up in the rollercoaster his body felt like it was on, pressed up against Mustang. It was probably the first time Ed had ever called him by his first name.