Roy put his hand against the smaller man's cheek. He seemed so tiny like this, though Roy would never tell him so - engulfed by the bed, looking a little uncomfortable.

"Colonel Mustang?"

Roy smiled, and began to undo the other man's pyjama top, bearing creamy flesh. He trailed his mouth over the skin he bared, lightly until he came to one rose-tinted nipple, which he flicked his tongue over, earning himself a groan. He liked that sound, liked getting that much of a reaction from him, and did it again, then nibbled lightly.

The smaller body bucked under his, breath rasping as he tried to speak. "Colonel... I..."

Roy leaned back a little, looked down at that uncomfortable yet earnest face. "Yes?"

Fury was blushing so red that his glasses had steamed up. "I'd really like to top this time."

"No."

Fury's eyes filled with tears.

"...is what I'd usually say," Roy finished. "But for you? I'll let you have my body. I'll let you have anything."

Face lighting up with delight, Fury exclaimed, "Colonel!" There were tears in his voice.

With slow, loving touches, they stripped each other naked.

Then Fury rode Mustang like a cowboy on his first night at the rodeo.

They came together, blissfully united in their joy.

"I love you," Fury sighed, pressing one hand to Mustang's cheek. "I love you."

Roy Mustang woke up with a scream.