A/N: This is my first FMA story, and my first slash fic EVER. please be kind =]

DISCLAIMER: I do not own FMA, and if I did, FMA would prolly be crap. Be thankful

SUMMARY: The things Mustang knew, and the things he learnt. Yoai

Mustang knew the boy was far younger. He knew he was a minor. He knew that it was selfish. It wasn't just his own job on the line. He knew he would be court-martialled. He knew he could be arrested. He even knew that it could destroy the boy mentally. But he was a selfish man. He'd never thought so until he met him. He didn't even know he liked men. Just thinking that made his heart pang, because he was not even a man yet. Not really. Not physically. Mentally, maybe. But he was not yet of age.

When he first found the feelings, the boy was 16, and he, 24. One day, it seemed Mustang simply saw him in a new light. As the teenager stood in front of his desk, glaring, the sunlight shined onto his golden hair, and his bright eyes sparkled with the distaste of Mustangs very existence. Mustang shocked himself by thinking that the boy looked exactly like an angel. An angry, short and possibly bi-polar angel, but an angel none the less. Mustang shook it off as overworking, and sent the boy away with a nasty comment.

The next time he saw the boy differently, was after one of his "Who are you calling so short....?!" rants, and with his face bright red, panting, his hair almost completely loose of his braid. Mustang suddenly found himself imagining this face, underneath him, his bright hair contrasting with the navy blue sheets of Mustangs own bed. Mustang gasped, and the boy shot him a confused glare. Mustang hastily sent the boy away.

One day, at the end of one of his rants, the blonde had screamed "I HATE YOU COLONEL BASTARD!" Mustang felt a strange pang of hurt at these words. He'd surely heard them before, but now hurt him a lot. He didn't like the idea of Ed disliking him anymore. This feeling made him believe that this was more than paedophilic lust. He truly cared for the boy. This scared him even more.

And when he heard the youth was in hospital, he could not get there fast enough. The sight of the angel, covered in white bandages, blonde locks splayed around his pale, pale face, was enough to make the Colonel's heart split in two jagged pieces, and tears brimmed in his eyes, for the first time since the aftermath of Ishbal. And that's when he knew he loved him.

When the blonde woke up, and saw Mustang watching over him with teary eyes, he could see his confusion in his golden eyes. He didn't want to try to explain himself to the youth; his innermost thoughts and feelings would no doubt scare and probably infuriate him. And he never wanted to hear the boy's cruel words 'I hate you' directed at him ever again. He murmured his wishes of good health, and left the room quickly.

Weeks later, the vertically challenged blonde was once again in Mustangs office, with the sunlight creating that aura around him. Mustang doubted he'd ever seen such beauty as this teen in front of him, watching the floor, shuffling his feet nervously. "Why so edgy?" Mustang questioned. He tried to use his sarcastic voice and smug smirk, he really did, but he just couldn't stop it from coming across as kind and worried. The youth glanced up at the older man through his messy bangs with anxious eyes. "Um, see sir, I need to tell you, but, I, well, see the thing is-" he cut off, biting his lip, avoiding all eye contact. Mustang stood directly over him, and waited with all the unease the youth felt himself. And when he looked up into his eyes, the blonde decided he would never find the words, so he stood on his toes and pressed a chaste kiss on the Colonels lips.

And that's when he knew Edward loved him back.