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Unsettling Affairs	By : xkesshoux Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1906 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 11
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- 13
Each
individual chapter will have a different rating, different pairings,
different spoilers, and a different setting and timeline. Multiple
people were involved in writing this fic, I do not claim to have
written anything other than my own characters. I do however claim to
have come up with the plot, story idea, and organizing it all. The
others who write characters in this fic are well aware that I am
posting it, and contribute willingly. This fic is an ongoing project
with an unknown number of parts, with alternate storyline as of the
fifth laboratory incident. Enjoy!

A
Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Rating:
PG13-R (For language, semi-smut)
Pairings: HavocxRoy,
Implied HavocxEd and RoyxEd.
Disclaimer: I don't own
FMA.
Spoilers: None really.
Setting:
Central.
Timeline: A month or so after Roy found Ed all
beat up in his office. FLASHBACK. This section and the next are
purely for filling in a few details.

Colonel
Mustang, the Flame Alchemist, sat calmly in his chair. Behind his
desk. In his office. Roy Mustang on the other hand, was angry. Near
the point of setting the entire building aflame, even. Nevertheless,
he hid it, waiting with a practiced professionalism for a particular
blonde subordinate to enter his office.

Under the
extreme duress of another blonde-haired coworker, Second Lieutenant
Jean Havoc was working his ass off to get paperwork done. Colonel
Mustang may have been his superior officer, but Riza Hawkeye was just
plain scary.

Roy
almost let down his facade for a moment in favor of tapping a pen on
the desk, but stopped himself at the last second. Wouldn't do to be
seen doing something like that, especially not by Hawkeye. He glanced
at the clock on the wall above the doors. Ten minutes...he'd been
waiting ten minutes! He'd specifically requested that the subordinate
in question would be sent as soon as possible!

"There's
a mistake on the last page," Riza remarked in her liquid-calm
voice.

"So
white it out and write it in," Havoc snapped, more than just
slightly harried. "Mustang wants me in his office... wait, no,
I'll retype the entire page"

"Good
boy," she said peacefully.

Mustang
sighed, growled, and huffed. He was considering calling Hawkeye to
ask him why the hell the Second Lieutenant was NOT in his office by
now, when the thought struck him. Complaining to Riza Hawkeye was NOT
a good idea. Even if you WERE Colonel Roy Mustang, the Flame
Alchemist.

Havoc
pounded on the 'A' key for a few minutes before realizing that the
typewriter tape was out of ink. Outraged at the line of events that
seem to conspire to screw up his entire day, he got up, shoved his
chair in sulkily and stomped over to the supply cabinet to get a new
tape.

"You
abuse your typewriter too much," someone remarked, then gurgled
into silence at the absolutely FOUL looks that Riza and Havoc both
aimed around the office pool.

Roy tried
to ignore the ticking sound of the clock, turning his chair around to
face the window and standing to look outside. Patience was usually
one of Mustang's virtues, but in this case it most definitely was
not.

Havoc had
finally wrestled the tape into place (honestly, could their
typewriters be any older? his mother had a newer one, and he hadn't
seen her in five years!) and was halfway through the faulty last page
before he realized that he was supposed to have been in Mustang's
office half an hour ago. He shrugged. Patience was a virtue, after
all.

By now,
Roy had begun to clean. Anything. Everything. If it had the smallest
speck of dirt or dust on it, he cleaned it.

Havoc
sneezed right after he finished the page. He leaned back, somewhat
triumphantly. "Riza, check that, will you? I think it's clean"

She
snatched the page with practiced ease, casting a professional eye
over it. "It's good. I'm impressed, Havoc. You managed to make
only one mistake, instead of one per page. Something on your mind"

"Other
than my impending doom?" He gestured towards Mustang's office
door. "Really, Riza, you should know me better than that"

Hawkeye
treated him to a rare smile. "Good luck."

Roy sat
back down at his desk, propping his elbows on the wood surface that
now sparkled like Armstrong, sans pink, and folding his hands under
his nose to peer over them at the door. It was purely professionalism
that kept him from looking asleep. Really, he wasn't...just zoning is
all...but he didn't look it, he'd learned to fake paying attention a
long time ago -- thank you Riza's guns.

Havoc
lifted a shaky hand to knock at Mustang's door, the entire office in
silent support. And sympathy. Yeah, definitely more sympathy than
support from these goons. He knocked. Once.

Letting
out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding, Roy steeled himself
and responded. "Come in..."

Havoc
slouched in, mentally and physically prepared for the browbeating he
was probably going to get hit with. Years of serving under Colonel
Mustang had conditioned almost everyone except Riza and Ed into
completely servile attitudes when speaking alone with the man.

"You
wanted to see me, Colonel." A statement, rather than a question.
It came out more tired than anything else, an eloquent hint to the
fact that he wanted out. Now.

"Have
a seat, Lieutenant," the dark haired man unfolded his hands to
place them crossed on the desk's surface. "I'm sure you know
what this is about..."

"It
could be one of any number of stupid things I've done recently,"
Havoc pointed out. "Including -- but not limited to! -- gambling
in officer hours, annoying Lieutenant Hawkeye several times, not
getting my paperwork done... the list goes on and on."

The
Colonel stood and slammed his hands down on the desk, trembling with
the effort of holding back his anger. "I don't know whether to
be enraged at him for not telling me, or you for doing it in the
first place! You know damn well what I mean now cut the crap!"

Havoc
wasn't surprised that Mustang had found out. In fact, he had pretty
much assumed it. But what boggled his mind to the point of hopelessly
slagging it into mulch was the fact that Mustang was using up office
hours to yell at him about it. That thought alone caused a tiny grin
at the ridiculousness.

He got
ready to duck as soon as he realized he was smiling.

Roy
rubbed his temples absently, frustrated to the point where he
couldn't stand it anymore. He walked around his desk and flopped
gracelessly onto one of the couches, picking up a glass to take a sip
only to realize it was empty and slam it back down so hard he himself
was surprised it didn't break. The Colonel emitted a heavy sigh,
still rubbing at his temples. "Do you at least have a reason as
to why I was not told about this, Lieutenant? I understand this has
been going on since even before Fullmetal and I..." he trailed
off, it was already a well known fact to his staff, he didn't need to
really elaborate on their condition...it was just that...Ed didn't
even tell him...

Havoc
shrugged. "Ed didn't want me to tell you. I guessed that he had
already done it or was planning to. Other than that, no, I don't have
a reason. Do I need one?"

Roy waved
his hands in the air in a random gesture of utter loss at what to
say. "Fuck I don't know, you're sleeping with my lover, it's all
a big pit of fraternization, and here I thought you were actually
straight what with all the fuss you'd make over my good luck with
women! I don't know, Havoc, you tell me!"

Havoc
shrugged. "Then in that case, I'd like to get back to my work.
You've seemed to have staked out one hell of a claim on the Major,
and I'll leave you to it." If there was a hint of defeat in his
voice, he ignored it.

"Any
work you've been assigned to for the rest of the day has been divided
up between the others. I don't think I'm wrong in assuming you've
nowhere else to be then?" Roy deftly changed the subject. He
wasn't quite sure why, but that wavering tone in Havoc's voice, the
briefest shadowing of his features that flickered just long enough
for Roy to catch it, made him feel sick for some reason.

"There's
always some place for me," he shot back, tone hard. "With
the amount of work that we scrape up, there's plenty for me to do.
With your leave, sir?"

No leave
was granted, and finally, after a strained silence, Roy began to nod.
Yes, that would be best, to just forget about it and continue on like
nothing happened, that's what he did anyway.

Havoc
turned and opened the door, disappearing from view. Good-natured
ribbing and jokes floated through the open door, Falman perhaps
making a poorly aimed jest:

"What,
was Mustang barking at you about a love interest"

A brief
pause, then Havoc's cheerful laugh, an unprintable retort, Riza
making a comment about language, and the soft click of a lighter.

Roy
cursed himself mentally, almost out loud, before composing himself
and clearing his throat. "Lieutenant Havoc, I wasn't through
with you yet."

A
collective groan reverberated through the office pool. Havoc poked
his head back in, a cigarette sticking out of his mouth and his eyes
sour and cold. "You gave me leave to go, Colonel," he
pointed out, not unreasonably.

"I
made a vague gesture with my head, Lieutenant, that does not mean I
granted you leave..." Mustang stood from the couch, swiftly
making his way to the door to reach out and fist one hand tightly in
the lapels of Havoc's uniform, yanking him back into the office. Once
inside, Roy pushed the Lieutenant back against the open door,
slamming it shut as his free hand snatched the cigarette from the
officer's lips, dark eyes blazing from behind a piecy veil of black
bangs up at his subordinate.

"Assaulting
a subordinate?" Havoc snapped, obviously not very happy at the
turn of events. "Look, Colonel, we have a deadline to meet. I
don't know about you, but I'd like to keep my ass in one piece by
getting all the reports typed up on time. Will you just let me go do
my job?"

His mood
had been steadily getting worse throughout the farce, and it showed
in the clipped tone of his voice and the unnaturally stiff attitude
of his body.

"I
told you already your workload was transferred, and will you just
shut up already before I end up making sense of this situation?!"
What in the hell am I doing!? "I can't even be angry with anyone
but myself right now, thank you, and I really just wish you'd stop
acting like you think I enjoy this!"

"If
you're so angry with yourself, then keep me out of it!"

"You're
already a part of it, Jean!" Roy was almost shocked at his own
words, when was the last time he'd used just the Lieutenant's first
name? Back in Ishbar perhaps?

Havoc
stared, dumbfounded. Mustang had NEVER used his first name. Ever. He
didn't even know the man knew his given name.

Oh,
fuck... There was a moment in which the mask had faltered, Roy didn't
know how long it'd lasted, but he'd hoped it wasn't noticed. The hand
holding Havoc's lapels loosened and fell to his side as he turned
away. "Sorry...for keeping you so long...I..." Roy trailed
off, trying to calm his voice that he knew was wavering, hoping he
wasn't trembling, that wouldn't do, he didn't lose control like that.
Period.

NOW Havoc
was confused, and didn't mind admitting it. "What the hell is
going on here, Mustang?!"

Roy shook
his head, spinning back around to face Havoc again. "You think I
know?! I can't even begin to understand it, you think I really know
everything?!" He felt small...too small...the idea of shrinking
back to his chair seemed awfully appealing right now for some reason.

Havoc
gave a disgusted snort. "Next time, make sure you know what
you're doing before you decide to make my life hell. May I go back to
work now?

"You
say that like I planned all this!" Roy barely held back a wince
at the somewhat hurt tone he'd used. He couldn't really figure out
why he'd sounded that way, why he'd feel that way even. Why the hell
did he feel like he just wanted to go crawl in a hole?

"You
told me to see you in your office, during work hours I might add, for
something as stupid as a romantic tangle-up. If you wanted to make an
issue out of this, you should have done it on the off hours!"
Now thoroughly angry, he opened the door and stormed out. "I'm
going home early. I don't care what you say, I'm doing it."

A very
distraught Mustang followed not long after Havoc, waving a hand to
the rest of his staff. "Take the afternoon off, no questions,
just go home!" The door slammed behind him and his footfalls
became more rapid, quickly fading as he ran after the retreating
blonde.

Breda
blinked. "That was weird"

Hands
jammed in his pockets, Havoc made his way down to the street,
ignoring his C.O., who was apparently running after him. He just
wanted to get back to his apartment, take a nice shower, and maybe
apply for a transfer.

"Havoc
wait a second will you!" Roy barely managed to dodge a trash bin
that seemed to jump right out in front of him. "Dammit I'm
sorry!"

"Go
to hell." It was symptomatic of his state of mind that he didn't
even tack on a grudging 'sir' to the end of his sentence.

That
would've been something to flare a quick incineration any other day,
but today Roy felt a stab of pain in his chest that confused him to
no ends. "No, I won't. If I don't follow you now I'll just kick
myself for it for the rest of my godforsaken life, Jean!" He'd
caught up now, though he didn't feel any less small than before at
the moment.

"Good
for you!" Havoc snarled, pure unadulterated rage seeming to
surround him. "I told you to leave me out of this! You've won,
dammit! Leave me alone!"

"I
can't!" Roy grabbed Havoc's wrist as they reached the secluded
complex. "I can't, Jean...this is more than me...more than
you...more than Edward, understand? Hell right now I don't even think
it has a damn thing to do with Ed!"

Havoc
yanked his hand free. "Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I
don't care anymore"
Opening the heavy main door, he stomped
up a flight of stairs. He dug out his keys and unlocked his door.

Mustang
didn't let up, he already knew he'd gone too far, but he couldn't
just turn back. "Has it ever occurred to YOU that maybe I DO?!"

Havoc
turned, his face gray with exhaustion, his blue eyes bright and
brittle. "Yes. It has. It has also occurred to me that right now
I probably couldn't give a rat's ass for what you want." That
dead, even tone was perhaps even more frightening than the towering
rage he had been in not a minute before.

The mask
was gone; he didn't even remember when he'd just dropped it. Roy
looked about ready to break, pride the only thing that kept him from
tears at that moment, though he was sure they showed in his eyes
nonetheless. He couldn't tell what twisted the knife more, the tone,
or the look, only that both together were seriously gnawing at his
self-control.

Havoc
opened the door, leaving it open. Two cats bolted from the bedroom,
nearly leaping on the tall man. A tight smile spread across his face.

Roy
swayed, steadying himself against the doorframe before he could fall.
He didn't say a word at all, couldn't really. What the hell would he
say?

"Don't
just stand there, either get in or get out." A pretty little
calico perched on Havoc's shoulder, while a silvery-gray animal
glared balefully at Mustang. The gray cat opened her mouth and began
to mew rather peevishly. "Honoria, hush."

Roy
looked a bit shocked for a moment, confused at the change, and then
shook himself out of it and stepped inside, closing the door behind
him. He still had to lean against it for support; at least until his
knees stopped threatening to give out and his head stopped spinning.

Honoria
hissed at the new development, seeming very ready to start mauling
Mustang's leg. "Honoria!" Havoc said sharply. "Into
the bedroom!" The gray cat slunk off and Havoc followed,
ignoring his C.O.

A soft
thunk sounded from the front door to signal Roy's knees hitting the
floor, followed by another that sounded with the impact of his head
against the wall. He sat there slumped over in a corner of the
entryway, trying to piece together what just happened and why, not to
mention what the hell he was doing in the first place.

Havoc
returned in a few minutes, the calico following him. He was dressed
in a worn work shirt and workpants. Honoria had apparently been left
in his bedroom.

"Snap
out of it, Mustang," he said, voice still cold. "You'll be
leaving soon enough, and your world will return to normal. I'm
requesting a transfer tomorrow."

"And
you expect me to just sit there and let you go?" Weary,
lightless coal orbs gazed up at Havoc from his spot on the floor,
though he managed some kind of a sad smile. "Honestly, Jean, I
thought you knew me better than that..."

"Yes,
I do. And I'm leaving."

Roy
dropped his eyes again. "What about Edward..."

"He'll
understand."

"You're
giving him too much credit..."

"At
least, he'll know why. With understanding comes enlightenment. I
trust him."

"I
don't think he'd approve..."

"That
part I don't care about. Understanding and approbation are two very
different things, Colonel."

"So
you're just going to hurt him? After he confided his soul to you?"

"
'Hurt'?" Havoc's tone turned mocking. " 'Confided his
soul'? Mustang, I was a replacement for you, nothing more. Feel
honored."

"You
really think that?" Roy got to his feet again, staring at Havoc
in disbelief. "Even if that's true what about your feelings,
you're not the kind to just give up like that..."

Havoc's
jaw clenched; there was definitely something sad in his eyes.
"There's someone better for him. And it's not me."

"That's
supposed to be my line..."

"Oh?"

"What
the hell do you mean 'Oh?' That's been my line from the beginning!
He'd have been better off never getting involved with me..."

"Then
why did you let it happen?"

"Because
I couldn't stop myself..."

Havoc
began to chuckle bitterly. "At least I had a reason. Maybe just
as misguided, but a reason nonetheless."

"And
what was that?"

"Isn't
it obvious?"

"If
it was obvious why would I be asking..."

"I'm
in love," he said simply.

"I
thought that was a given in both our situations..." Roy needed a
drink...damn did he need a drink...

"Then
why did you ask?"

"I
thought you might have had some other reason for letting it
slip...don't suppose so..."

"Why
would you care in the first place? I'm nothing more than a worthless
subordinate officer who stole your boyfriend."

"Now
you're just trying to put words in my mouth..." -- there's a
much easier way to do that you know...' Roy looked up to meet Havoc's
eyes at the sudden flash of thought that came with the phrase. It
surprised him, to say the least, that he'd actually almost gone out
and said it... "Besides...it might be true that you've stolen
something from me, but it isn't my boyfriend..."

Havoc
eyes narrowed. "I was stating a plain fact, sir." He eyed
Mustang warily at that last comment.

"Obviously
it's not a plain fact now is it? If you were worthless why would I
waste my time? And did I not just say that you didn't steal my
boyfriend?"

"
'Waste your time?' I'm hurt."

"Well
you sure as hell don't act like it."

"Apparently
sarcasm is wasted on you."

Roy
shrugged. "Apparently affections are wasted on you..." He
steeled himself at that, hiding the pang of guilt that rose at his
words.

"I
wouldn't know one if I saw one," Havoc said without missing a
beat.

Roy held
back the automatic 'obviously' and let the battle end there, he was
in no condition for a battle of wits, not in the least. He sighed
heavily. "Maybe not everything can be seen right away...some
things...just have to jump out at you when you could really do
without the complications..."

"From
your world-weary tone, I'm assuming that's what's just happened to
you."

"You
think?" Even his retorts lacked the usual edge. "No really,
I just followed you here to piss you off..."

"Which
would not be totally out of character," Havoc murmured.

"Right,
so I relieved my entire staff eight hours early, chased a subordinate
to his house, INSIDE his house, had a verbal sparring match with said
subordinate, dropped every last barrier I've ever put up for myself,
and made myself look like a complete idiot in order to piss you off."

"It
worked."

Roy
brought a hand up to his face, covering his eyes for a moment.
"Fine....wasn't my intention but okay...." He let his hand
fall, pointedly avoiding looking at Havoc. "I'm sorry...maybe
I'm more sorry for myself..."

Havoc
could see all too clearly where this was going, and he tried
desperately to subvert it. "Yes you are. And you probably feel
guilty as hell, too."

"I'm
sure there has to have been something I've kept you from, a shower
maybe, lunch, a nap..."

"You're
probably right," Havoc said imperturbably.

Roy's
gaze was cast downward, slightly off to the side, and was that door
farther away than it was just a minute ago? "I'm sorry to be an
inconvenience..." One foot in front of the other...just move...
But he couldn't.

"Any
more heart-wrenching confessions before I feed you lunch and send you
home?"

"You've
got no obligation to feed me anything, you know..."

"You
show up on my doorstep right behind me? Of course I feed you. If you
have to go home an emotional wreck, at least you can go home a
well-fed emotional wreck."

But I
don't want to go home... Roy finally let his gaze fall back upon
Havoc. "You don't have to do this...you don't owe me anything
after all this..."

"I
owe you my friendship, at least. I just don't want to be used again
as a replacement."

"You
never were a replacement for anybody, Jean...Ed isn't that stupid..."
Roy had to fight the urge to step forward, frozen in his spot.
"...Neither am I..."

"You
weren't there, Roy. You were the one he was thinking of, not me. You
have no idea how much that hurts."

Roy
stepped closer this time without thinking. "Then would you let
me be a damper for that pain?"

The
familiar twinge tightened in his chest. "God... don't do this to
me..."

Hesitation.
"Then what would you propose that I do..." Roy started to
reach up, paused. "I can't...just stand by..."

To his
horror and dismay, Havoc felt tears well in his eyes. "I don't
know! If I knew, I would have fixed this long ago..."

"Then
let me help..."

"How?"

Roy
fisted both hands in Havoc's shirt, pulling him down into an
affectionate, gently reassuring kiss. When he pulled away, it was
only a short distance, hands still clutching material. "The only
way I know how..."

Havoc
looked down and over, making no move to accept or deny the offer.

"Jean..."
Roy reached up one hand to turn Havoc's head so their eyes met again.

Havoc's
eyes dropped wordlessly.

Roy
sighed, letting his hand drop and his head as well. "Sorry..."

Havoc
tried to piece out what was going on. His peace of mind, along with
any objections, had been left behind somewhere around the kiss. "I'm
probably the one who should apologize. I'm being woefully
insensitive."

Roy shook
his head, letting his other hand slip from Havoc's shirt and wrapping
both arms around the other man's lean torso. With a sigh, he let his
forehead rest against Havoc's chest. "It's warranted, I'm
sure..."

"Maybe."
He stroked Roy's hair affectionately, one arm securely around the
man's shoulders. "I'm confused, tired, and sick of fighting with
people about things that don't really matter in the long run. I
probably have every right to kick your ass, but for some odd reason,
I just don't feel like doing it."

"I
wouldn't blame you if you did, you know..." Roy didn't make a
move from their current positioning.

"No
you wouldn't, but you'd probably still take grave exception to it."
Havoc's voice sounded light and cheerful again.

"Who
wouldn't?" Roy grinned a bit ruefully, though it wouldn't be
seen.

"When
you take grave exception to something, it's rather more intimidating
that when other people do."

"Ah..."

"Are
you hungry? I have a chicken pudding that I can warm up if you
want..."

"I
think I'm more tired than hungry right now, truthfully..."

"Then
you can sleep in my bed. I still have some things that ought to be
done before I pass out on the couch."

Roy
shifted slightly. "Need any help?"

Havoc
laughed. "All I'm doing is taking out the trash and brushing and
feeding the cats. Go on, you look like you could do with a nap."

"Mind
if I borrow your shower and a pair of pants?"

"If
you can find a pair that fits. There may be some old stuff in the
back of my closet. Oh, and be careful when you open the closet door
-- there's a lot of junk on the top shelf, and it hurts when it falls
on your head."

Roy
couldn't help but chuckle lightly. "Is your cat going to maul me
when I walk in the door?"

Havoc
made a face. "Oh. Right. I don't know why Honoria doesn't like
you. Normally she's fairly good-natured"

The other
cat, the calico kitten, bumped her head against Roy's ankle, mewing
cutely.

Roy
glanced down, then knelt to give the adorable feline a little
scritching behind her ears with a smile. "I think it's been
established she doesn't like me, but is she going to maul me when I
walk in the door?"

"Not
if I'm there. She behaves around me." Havoc grinned at the two
of them, the little kitten purring up a storm. "I think you're
Severn's new favorite person."

"I'm
honored..." Roy hefted the little furball into his arms, still
scritching lightly here and there, now up under her chin. "I
never would have thought you to be a cat person, Jean.."

Severn
meeped and murbled at him, happy as a clam. Havoc grinned. "Well,
I think we've already established that I hate dogs. Birds are too
noisy, and ferrets smell. Cats are quiet, sweet, affectionate, and
they seem to like me."

Roy
chuckled heartily as he got a tiny lick on the face from the rumbling
ball of fuzz and warmth in his arms, nuzzling against the tiny teeth
that nipped his nose. "I suppose if this little one insists I'll
skip the shower..."

"She'll
take one with you," Havoc said airily. "She's pretty much
gung-ho to do anything with people she likes."

"A
kitten that isn't afraid of water? That's a new one, but I'd be
afraid she might fall through the drain.." He smiled at the
irresistibly cute fluff.

Severn
put a paw on his nose, meeping.

"I
don't think she'd let me take the time to get clean!" Dark eyes
flickered up to look at Havoc, a tiny paw still on his nose and a
smile still on his lips.

"Go
on, then," Havoc said, smiling himself. "She'll probably
curl up close wherever you decide to crash."

"Didn't
you have a few things to do?" Roy earned a finger biting for
stopping the petting, and amiably rubbed under the calico's chin.

"Well,
since you've stolen one of my maidens' hearts, it's pretty much a
moot point," he retorted cheerfully, but began to gather up
trash anyway.

Severn
decided that she would much rather perch on Daddy's friend's
shoulder, and wiggled accordingly. She ended up draped elegantly
across Roy's right shoulder, still purring.

Roy
sighed, gently stroking the soft fur of kittenhood, they always were
the fluffiest. He took a seat on the couch for the time being,
smiling as he closed his eyes and listened to the tiny little motor
on his shoulder.

Havoc
disappeared into the bedroom, arguing with Honoria in the process. A
crash and a yelp were quickly followed with mild cursing. The gray
cat streaked out, darting under the coffee table. Severn just ignored
the ruckus.

Roy
blinked, glancing at the puffed up gray form under the table for a
moment, before deciding it was a better idea to ignore her.

Havoc
stalked out, a very miffed expression on his face. He redisappeared
into the bathroom.

For the
briefest moment Roy thought to follow Havoc, then thought better of
it and continued to stroke the small warm ball on his shoulder.

"Sorry
about that," Havoc called from the bathroom, where he was
currently trying to find bandages. "You might not want to go
into the bedroom -- there's glass all over the floor." Honoria
hissed, apparently telling off Havoc for something.

"You
going to be alright? Sorry for putting your well-behaved little pet
into a mood today..."

"I'm
fine. I just cut my hand is all. And forget about Honoria, she's
probably just PMSing"
Severn murbled in what was clearly an
amused way.

Roy
chuckled lightly and stifled a yawn. "Ah.."

"If
you hang on a sec, I'll sweep up the glass and you can take a nap."
Havoc reappeared, his hand neatly wrapped. "Sorry to keep
bothering you."

"No
trouble at all...really..." Roy simply smiled.

Havoc
snorted. "I'm sure"

Severn
hopped down and made to follow the blonde man into the bedroom, but
he pointed back at Roy. "Nuh-uh," he said sternly. "Get
back to your new boyfriend. I don't want your paws getting cut."

Roy
scratched at the couch temptingly. "As much as the boyfriend
comment irks me, he's right you know..."

Severn
sat down, looking imploringly at both men with overlarge green eyes.
She meowed piteously. "Go on," Havoc said clearly. "If
you ask him nicely, he might give you a treat..." He jerked his
head back towards the kitchen. "They're on the counter, sir."
He popped into the bedroom, presumably to clean it up.

Roy got
up off the couch, cringing just slightly as he heard a ripping sound
near the floor. He sighed and shook his head at the torn leg of his
uniform pants, eyeing the gray and seething furball of doom under the
coffee table and walking past, ignoring further rips. Heading for the
kitchen, he looked back over his shoulder at the small piteous
overcute thing on the floor. "Well? Come on..."

Severn
eyed Honoria foully, clearly plotting feline revenge. She got no
farther than just plotting, though, when she saw Roy reach for the
treats. She trotted happily after him, twining about his ankles
lovingly.

Havoc
swept up the glass, letting it rattle into the dustbin. He picked up
the picture that had been in the frame, and his face relaxed
momentarily into a grin. Funny, how you miss your family at the
oddest moments. He put it face down on the bedside table.

The
dark-haired man pulled out a few oddly smelling feline delicacies and
took a seat on the kitchen floor, letting the adorable little
fluffball bound into his lap to attempt and eat his fingers along
with the treat.

Havoc
appeared in the doorway, keeping Honoria back with a foot. A fond
smile was on his face as he watched the kitten lick Roy's fingers.

Roy
glanced up as he noticed Havoc's footsteps, returning a genuine smile
of his own. Not often these days did he have room for one of those...

"She'll
be miserable to see you go when you decide to leave," Havoc
remarked quietly.

"I'll
be sure to make frequent visits then..." Roy softly stroked the
snoozing happy kittenball in his lap.

"We'd
like that..." He caught a glimpse of the rents in Roy's pant
leg. "Oh for... did Honoria get her claws into you?"

"Just
the fabric, luckily...I can fix it without much hassle, it's nothing
serious."

Havoc
turned a glare of epic proportions on the scapegrace cat. Honoria
slunk off to hide in depths unknown. Turning back to his C.O., he
sighed. "I'm so sorry sir," he said apologetically. "If
you want, I'll stitch up your pants."

Roy
couldn't help but laugh. "I'm an alchemist, Jean, I can fix them
myself. And enough with the 'sir', I think we're a bit beyond that at
the moment..."

"Well,
excuse me," Havoc said stiffly, his eyes glittering with high
good humor. "Next time you get into a scrape, I'll just remember
that you're an alchemist and fix things yourself." He violently
beat back an impulsive urge to say the other man's name, mockingly or
not.

Roy
tilted his head a bit, leaning back on his hands. "It's just a
scratch, torn fabric is nothing, you can stitch them if you want
though, I'd appreciate the hospitality..."

"Hmph."

Roy made
to stand up, much to the chagrin of the rather comfortable kitten in
his lap, who he quickly scooped up to his shoulder again. "Wasn't
there still something else you had to do?"

"What?
Feed the cats or take a shower?"

"Well,
you didn't mention having to take a shower, I believe that was my
idea, but the cats I suppose might be hungry after all..."

He
snorted. "Severn is stuffed silly. Just look at her. And Honoria
is too miffed to eat anything." Even so saying, he dug out a
fresh fish that he had picked up that morning and set it out. "There.
Happy?"

"Alright..."
Roy shrugged, earning an ear nip from Severn for moving his shoulders
in the first place. He chuckled a bit and patted her before working
loose the fasteners on his jacket, finally starting to feel a bit
overdressed.

Havoc
stretched mightily, back cracking. "I claim first dibs on the
shower."

Roy
nodded, heading for the bedroom. "Your house, go ahead, I'll
wait."

"I'll
be warming up some lunch after I'm done," he informed Roy. "How
hungry are you?"

"Not
really at the moment...I had a late breakfast..." No thanks to
Hawkeye... went unsaid.

"Suit
yourself." He vanished into the bathroom, and a few moments
later, a torrent of water could be heard.

Roy
sighed, taking a seat on the bed and setting Severn next to him so
that he might get up later without disturbing her.

The
kitten curled up close to his thigh, purring quietly and contently.

Dark eyes
closed as Roy just listened to the sound of purring and water raining
from a showerhead in the next room.

Havoc
shut off the water after a few minutes, snagging a towel and rubbing
it over his head. Humming quietly to himself, he got dressed though
he disdained putting his shirt back on. He hadn't washed it for a few
days. Ambling out, he bumped into a very pissy-looking gray cat. "Oh,
lighten up," he said.

Roy had
already shed his jacket and started unbuttoning the white dress shirt
underneath by the time Havoc left the bathroom, not at all surprised
when the little calico trotted after him past the taller man towards
it. He skillfully avoided the angry ball of gray and claws before
slipping through the door with Severn at his heels.

Havoc
tried not to smile -- it would only piss Honoria off even more. He
nudged her with his foot. "Come on, you sulky thing. Ignore
him." With the gray cat close and possessive at his heels, he
went to heat up some food.

Just as
Havoc had said, Roy found a sopping little ball of mewls rubbing
against his ankles the second he stepped into the shower, and he
almost had to laugh.

Havoc fed
bits and pieces of chicken to Honoria, mollifying her a little bit.
The pudding smelled wonderful, warm, homey, and savory. He found
himself missing his family even more.

Honoria
meowed at him. "I'm fine, old girl. Just a little homesick."

It wasn't
too long before Roy finally gave up on having a decent shower and
plucked the dripping purrball from slipping around on the floor to
dry her off in his towel. "I don't know whether to think of you
as the loopiest cat I've ever met or the friendliest..."
Toweling his own hair off after fluffing up the little fuzzball that
wouldn't let him be, Roy wrapped the terrycloth around his waist and
stepped out of the bathroom, fur-a-shambles-calico in tow.

Havoc
heard Roy exit the bathroom and began the countdown to the crash and
yelp of his closet attacking. It had done that morning, and chances
were, it would do it again.

Surprisingly
enough, Roy managed to rummage up a pair of overly loose, too-big
pants without incident, yawning just slightly as he walked into the
kitchen entryway, messy-furred calico on his bare shoulder.

Havoc had
nodded off slightly in the warmth of the kitchen, the gray cat
happily asleep in his lap.

Roy
smiled, content to stand there in the doorway and smooth Severn's fur
before it dried that way.

Havoc's
head fell forward, jerking him back into wakefulness. "Mn? Oh.
Sorry." He blinked blearily. "My god, I'm sure there are
smaller pairs of pants in my closet."

"I
was afraid it might eat me if I delved any further..." Roy just
grinned at the look on Havoc's face.

"I'm
sure." He gestured vaguely. "Food's ready if you want any.
Excuse me for not serving you myself, but I have a rather grumpy cat
on my lap."

"I
noticed..." Roy still contented to simply stand there in the
doorway and please the kitten on his shoulder.

"Suit
yourself."

Roy
would've shrugged, had the cat not been on his shoulder.

Havoc
slumped back in his chair, eyes drifting closed tiredly,

Roy
sighed this time, stepping into the kitchen and pulling up a chair
adjacent to Havoc's. He reached out to ruffle the damp blonde hair
and grinned lightly. "You might want to move to the bed if
you're going to fall asleep sitting up..."

Havoc
jerked awake again. "M'm? I'll be fine..."

"Will
not..." Roy watched as Severn hopped down from his shoulder to
blink innocently up at Havoc.

Havoc
grinned, scratching Severn behind her ear. "'Course I will."

"You're
not falling asleep at the table as long as I'm here...might as well
get up now and find a more suitable place..." Roy stood and
moved around behind Havoc's chair, one hand holding up the pants just
a bit, seeing as they drooped a bit dangerously low on his waist. He
leaned over, letting the small calico nip his fingertip over Havoc's
shoulder. "Come on..."

Havoc
pointed down at his lap. "Evil cat from hell?"

Roy
shrugged. "I thought you said she was well behaved around you?"

"You'll
be waking her up from a sound sleep. You do the math."

"Correction.
You will be waking her up from a sound sleep."

"Amounts
to the same thing."

Roy
sighed again. "Then transfer her from your lap to the table
without waking her up. I've seen it done before."

The point
was mooted when Honoria woke up on her own. She made to swipe at Roy
with her claws out, but caught Havoc's scent on him. Sliding to the
floor, she made no further issue about it.

Roy
blinked slightly. "Well...that sure was a now?"

Havoc
didn't hear him -- he had dropped off again.

This
earned an eyeroll and a sigh from Roy as he nudged Havoc's arm just
slightly. "Wake up sleepyhead, the bed's in the other room..."

"Mnrr?
I'm awake, I'm awake..."

"Come
on..." Roy tugged at Havoc's arm lightly, amused to see Severn
nipping at the blonde's fingers in an attempt to help.

Havoc
aimed a slightly fuzzy glare at the kitten. "You're supposed to
be on my side," he grumbled, staggering to his feet.

Roy
smiled and offered the kitten a shoulder, using the other to help
support Havoc's sleep-heavy form to the bedroom.

Havoc
thumped down on his bed, gradually waking up from the blood flow. "My
god, now you're ganging up on me? Roy, your pants are falling down."

The
dark-haired man managed fairly well to hide a blush, tugging the
garment up again as he took a seat next to Havoc.

Havoc
snorted. "You should have looked for smaller clothing, I'm
telling you."

"I'd
rather not have been attacked by your closet, and I'm perfectly fine
with what I'm wearing, thank you." He didn't, however, manage to
hide the blush when Severn decided to start kneading his lap.

Havoc
dissolved into laughter.

Roy
simply glowered, plucking the kitten from his lap and setting her off
to the side a bit. "That's not funny..."

"Yes
it is..."

"Shut
up..."

That just
set Havoc off again. Severn just looked smug.

Roy
sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Oh,
lighten up."

"You
sure you want me to?" Mustang offered a playful grin.

"Sure,
why not? You spend so much time clammed up that it gets boring."

Roy
tilted his head thoughtfully. "Hnn...I still can't be entirely
sure if you really know what you're getting into.."

"I'm
not trying to get into anything. I wasn't even aware that there was
something to get into."

"Exactly..."
Roy lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"Huh?"

"Maybe
you really do need to get some rest, Jean..."

"Or
maybe you can just tell me what's going on in that head of yours,"
he suggested.

"Maybe
you don't really want to know..."

"Oh,
helpy help," Havoc said sarcastically. "It's the return of
the Rugged, Manly, Mysterious Colonel."

"I
just don't think it's a good idea right now..." Roy rolled over
onto his side, back to Havoc.

"Hmph."

"You're
welcome to prove to me otherwise..." The smaller man shrugged
lightly.

"How
can I prove anything? YOU'RE the one being all mysterious and
enigmatic. I'm just a simple farm boy."

It's
probably for your own good... "I don't know..."

Havoc
shook his head. "Even after all these years, you make no sense."

"Guess
it's just a nasty little habit of mine..."

"I'll
say."

"Sorry?"

"H'm?"

Roy just
shook his head. Now he was starting to confuse himself.

Havoc
shrugged, falling back and stretching his arms over his head. Severn
minced over to stand commandingly on his stomach. "I'll say,"
he said to her. "You think he's going to be a bad influence on
you?"

Roy
reached back and dangled a finger for Severn to nip at.

She
swiped lazily at it for a few minutes, then jumped off the bed and
putzed out.

Roy
sighed and once more rolled over onto his back, staring at the
ceiling.

Havoc
traced the line of a crack lazily. "I'm going to have to fix
that..."

Roy
avoided the automatic 'I can fix it, I'm an alchemist!' and settled
for a noncommittal "Hn.."

"By
all rights, I should leap up and run to get the putty with boundless
energy," Havoc said dreamily. "But screw that. I'm
infinitely more comfortable flat on my back."

Roy
mentally cursed his libido, rolling back over so his back was to
Havoc.

Havoc
continued his monologue. "So I guess the great household gods
will have to deal with me slithering out of bed with less than
desirable energy."

Roy was
unable to catch himself that time. "Or you could just stay in
bed..."

"But
if I stay in bed, I'm going to completely forget about it,"
Havoc pointed out, not quite innocently.

Oh, this
was going everywhere it shouldn't too fast... "What's so bad
about that?"

"The
fact that I will forget about it." Havoc finally managed to haul
himself up. "Now all I have to do is remember where I stuck the
putty."

Roy
silently thanked ignorance and how oblivious Havoc could be at some
times, sighing heavily.

"Hrm."
Havoc rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "It can't be in too many
places in this dump..."

Roy
immediately squelched the thought that rose, pulling the pants up a
bit higher subconsciously.

Havoc
blinked at him. "Something wrong? You're bright pink."

Well
shit... Roy rolled over onto his stomach, burying his face in a
pillow. "S'nothin'...'mfine..."

Havoc
blinked. Then things clicked. "Right-o, I'm sleeping on the
couch!" He immediately vacated the bed.

On an
instinct, Roy bolted upright, grabbing onto Havoc's wrist before he
really knew what he was doing.

Havoc
stood there, tapping his foot with his arm in Roy's firm, possessive
grip. "Hello? Earth to Roy?"

Roy
blinked for a second, then his eyes focused and he flushed crimson,
though he didn't loosen his grip. "I can control myself, thank
you..."

"I
don't doubt that. Could you let go now? I think you're cutting off
the circulation to my hand."

"Only
if you promise not to run off..." Roy managed a weak smile.

Havoc had
no idea what to say. So he just gaped.

"Oh
come on..."

"Er..."

Roy
sighed heavily, relinquishing his grip and flopping back on the bed
again only to curl up on his side. He waved an arm.
"Sure...whatever..."

Still a
bit wary, Havoc disappeared, beating a hasty retreat to the couch out
front.

Roy
snatched a pillow from the other side of the bed, clinging to it and
burying his face in the linen cover. If by chance it ended up wet, he
would blame it on drooling. Because Roy Mustang didn't cry into
pillows.

Havoc
stood in front of a stuffed bookcase, trying to find something that
would take his mind off the complicated mess that his life had
abruptly become.

The fact
that Roy was curled in a ball on a twin-sized bed alone didn't help
his feeling small complex one bit. Nope, it really really didn't.

A quiet
meep sounded from the doorway.

Roy
lifted his head, sitting up on the bed to look at the door, wiping
his eyes a bit.

Severn
had to make two tries to get up on the bed because of her tiny size,
but she made it up eventually. She rubbed her head against her
favorite person's knee.

A small,
sad smile crept onto Roy's face, as he reached out and pulled the
kitten up onto the pillow in his lap to pet her. "At least you
didn't run away..."

She
nipped his finger, tugging a bit.

Roy
blinked, tilting his head. "Nn? What is it?"

Severn
hopped off the pillow and pranced down to the end of the bed, her
tail twitching expectantly.

Roy
stared in disbelief for a second, then ran his fingers through his
hair exhaustedly. "Don't tell me you're trying to play
matchmaker now..."

She just
yawned at him.

He
sighed, wiping at his eyes some more and putting the pillow back in
its place to crawl after the little calico. "What do you want
from me..." Roy reached out to pet her.

The
kitten rubbed her head against Roy's hand, purring.

Roy
sighed again, scritching behind her ears. "That's one thing
about cats though...unconditional love..."

Severn's
back arched as she rubbed under Roy's fingers, purring until her long
whiskers vibrated.

Fingers
stilled for a moment as Roy shivered, one hand reaching back
instinctively for the pillow.

Severn
looked up, her big eyes slightly hurt.

Roy shook
his head and scooped the tiny kitten up in his hands to nuzzle his
cheek against her. "Sorry...just thinking..."

A soft,
suede-fine paw slapped playfully against his cheekbone. Severn had
discovered the joys of playing with Roy's hair.

Roy's
smile faded slowly as the kitten played with his hair, and for a
moment he wished he were back in his office under a mountain of
paperwork with Hawkeye breathing down his neck to get it done...

A
particularly enthusiastic swing overbalanced the kitten and she
tumbled with a squeak of dismay down onto the bed where she bounced a
bit, coming to no harm.

He shook
his head and peeked down at Severn, before closing his eyes and
curling up again with the pillow clutched tightly to his chest. What
a mess...

Severn
eyed him with dismay. She meowed huffily, whapping repeatedly at his
knee.

"Don't
you ever sleep?" It might've come a bit muffled considering Roy
had his face in the pillow. "I'm trying to feel sorry for myself
here..."

"And
it won't work, not with her hanging around," Havoc's voice said
wryly from the doorway. "Trust me, I've tried."

Fuck...there
goes that idea... Roy felt a knot tighten in his throat which he
swallowed a bit roughly. "Come back to mock me?"

"No,
I'm here with a cup of coffee for you. Or does that count as
'mocking' in your book?"

Roy sat
up, rubbing his slightly red eyes. "Coffee in the middle of the
afternoon?" He'd given up on trying to hide the fact that he'd
been crying even in the least.

"Of
course. It's decaf; I hope you don't mind, but caffeine isn't good
for little kitties"
Severn had perked up at the word 'coffee'
and was apparently awaiting something.

Roy eyed
Severn curiously. "She likes coffee?"

"Oddly
enough, yes." Havoc came in and passed a warm mug to Roy. On the
bed, he set down a tiny saucer filled with coffee. "There you
go, sweetheart." The kitten drank down the coffee with gusto.

"Interesting
cats you've got..." Roy gingerly sipped the hot drink. All was
silent for a while save the sipping and purring, until Roy spoke
again. "Sorry..."

"Not
this again..."

"I
ran you off, you expect me not to be?"

"Look,
the more you say you're sorry, the more I get annoyed! Just DO
something about it"
There. It was out.

Roy
ducked his head slightly, idly trying to formulate something logical
out of his coffee cup, as if it would tell him what to do. My, coffee
was an interesting color...

A small
calico paw invaded his field of view, trying to dip into his mug.
"Severn, cut that out," Havoc said, amused, but there was
no force to the command. She kept trying.

Roy's
eyes softened as he lightly batted at the paw, halfheartedly. "I
don't want to fuck up again, Jean..." He shook his head and gave
up, setting the coffee cup on the side table and placing Severn next
to it where she could reach it. "I don't know what to do..."

"You'll
figure something out," Havoc said confidently.

"Would
you just run off again if I tried?"

"If
it wasn't a halfassed attempt like the other ones, no."

Roy
frowned slightly. "I wasn't trying to halfass anything...you
were going to leave, I just did the only thing that came to mind...is
that a bad thing?"

"Sometimes,
yes."

The
dark-haired man resisted the urge to immediately spout the inevitable
'sorry' and instead moved behind Havoc, arms wrapping around the
taller man's waist as he nuzzled his face against his back. "Will
you stay with me this time...?" Roy murmured against Jean's
back.'

"Convince
me."

"How...?"

"You'll
come up with something."

"For
all I know you might run off if I do...you ran off the first time and
I didn't do a damn thing.."

"What
if I promise to stay put?"

Roy
sighed, tightening his grip slightly. "I still think it would be
a better idea if I didn't have to convince you of anything...I mean
it's just so sudden..." he paused. "I wouldn't want to end
up doing something I'd regret later..."

Havoc
prudently chose to keep any and all comments to himself.

"You
never said one way or another...I feel like I'm intruding..."

"
'Intruding'? An odd word choice, that."

Roy was
glad for once he was unable to be seen, due to the flush that earned.
"That's not what I meant..."

"Would
you believe me if I said that's not what I meant, either?"

"I
don't even know what you meant..."

"What
makes you think you're... 'intruding'? I've tried to make you feel as
at home as possible."

"I
feel like I should be..."

"Uh-huh."

Roy
huffed slightly and pulled Havoc down on the bed, holding him back
against his chest and sighing against his neck. "Just stay here
for now okay..."

"Gladly."

A light
kiss was placed against Havoc's neck as Roy shifted slightly behind
him. "Jean...?"

"What's
wrong?"

Roy shook
his head a bit and moved one arm up to slide around Havoc's shoulder.
"Nothing..."

"All
right."

Despite
his firm resolutions to stay put, Roy still found himself shifting
every so often, unable to get comfortable for some reason.

"Am
I too heavy?"

"What
kind of a question is that? Why would you even think something like
that?" Roy was positively baffled.

"Because
you keep squirming around..."

"What
would your weight have to do with that?"

"Just
a thought."

"Hnn..."
Roy shifted a bit more, content for a while to nibble lightly on
Havoc's ear.

The
attention was nice, but Havoc wanted something to do. Anything,
really.

Without
even really realizing it, Roy's free hand had begun to wander a bit.

Havoc's
muscles tensed as Roy's hand drifted aimlessly. "Um? Roy?"

"Nn..."
half asleep, Roy really could only offer that as a response.

"Right."
Havoc got himself situated more comfortably and prepared for a nap.

A half
asleep Roy, on the other hand, was a Roy who acted purely on
whim...well, that and hormones...and it just so happened that his
hand was not going to stop any time soon.

Havoc's
eyes popped open, badly startled. "Roy, this is more than just
slightly important..."

Roy
grunted slightly against Havoc's neck, being jerked back unwillingly
into coherence. "What is it, Jean...."

"Other
than the fact that you're feeling me without seeming to give a damn
or even knowing about it? Really says something about my appeal..."

"I
what?" Roy blinked for a moment, realized the current location
of his hand, and swiftly made a startled retreat to the opposite end
of the bed. "FUCK..."

"This
is a shining example of halfassing something. Either do it or don't."
Havoc propped himself up on his elbows. "I'm so glad to know
I've made such an impression on you," he drawled
self-depreciatingly.

Only good
for a substitute... never good enough as yourself, are you, Jean?

Roy
groaned, head in hands. That was most definitely not what he'd meant
to do...not at all... "Fucked up again didn't I..." he
mumbled into his hands.

Havoc was
too deep in his fight with his massive inferiority complex to even
notice. And damn it all if he wasn't LOSING.

"Jean...?"
Roy looked up, frowning slightly as he moved back across the bed to
Havoc's side.

Havoc had
drawn his legs up, forehead resting on his knees. His inferiority
complex had won out, and he really didn't feel like talking to
anyone. Roy least of all.

Well,
this wouldn't do... Roy sighed and moved behind Havoc, arms around
his waist and lips brushing softly against his neck below his ear.
"Why are you doing this to yourself, Jean..."

"Doing
what?" he asked bitterly. "Making my life even more hellish
than it already was? Sorry, but that wasn't me."

"Fine...but
I can't apologize, remember? That just irritates you. What do you
propose I do about it?"

"Just
forget about it. If I don't matter enough that you actually REALIZE
what you're doing, then it's pointless." He wished the entire
mess would go away, that he had never met Ed, that he had never
joined the military.

"Is
it a crime for me to not realize what I'm doing when I'm half asleep,
Jean?! Well I'm not half asleep now, and damn it all if I don't want
to do that again!" Roy shoved Havoc's shoulder. "Fuck if I
haven't wanted to since I got here, I just didn't want to push you
away by diving right into it!"

"It
would have been easier for the both of us if you had!" Havoc
snapped back. "Instead you had to say you wouldn't do this to
me, and then going and pulling an Ed on me! It may be a mere
annoyance to you, but goddammit, it HURTS!"

"You
think I don't know that! I haven't thought for a goddamn second you
were any kind of replacement for anybody, you know, what you're doing
right now is what fucking hurts, Jean!"

"Then
let's get this straightened out here and now to save us this idiocy.
You WILL NOT touch me like that unless you are fully aware of it and
you actually mean it." He took a deep breath, calming somewhat.
"Things like these aren't fixed in a few hours. Especially if
they've been going on for as long as they have. I know it's not easy
for either of us, but you just have to give me time."

"That's
what I was trying to do..." Roy choked out, trying to keep
himself from breaking down again.

Havoc
turned, his face softening. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled
like that."

Roy
opened his mouth to respond with something that would deny that, but
closed it again and just looked for a moment. He then just shook his
head briefly before leaning forward and securing Havoc's mouth in a
fiery, almost possessive kiss.

Havoc
blinked, stiffening in surprise. But when Roy's arms tightened
possessively, he decided that it would be better to think about it
later. Yeah, later. Preferably tomorrow morning.

Severn
eyed her two males sulkily. She jumped back onto the bed, meeping
furiously around them. Finally, she just tried to worm her way
in-between.

Roy
pulled back and looked down once he felt the insistent pricking of
tiny claws, heaving a sigh at the look the small kitten gave him.
Well...that was going to present a problem...

"I
think we have an audience," Havoc remarked quietly, laughter
thick in his voice. He nodded back to the door; Honoria sat there,
apparently furious.

Roy
glanced towards the door as well, running his fingers through his
hair shortly. "Doesn't look like a very happy audience..."

"So?"
Havoc scooped up Severn, who squeaked unhappily, and set her outside
his room, nudging Honoria along with his foot. He shut the door
firmly, then turned back to face Roy, leaning casually against the
venerable wood.

A thud
and scratching from two little kitties demanded re-entry.

A
predatory flame had lit in Roy's eyes and he rose from the bed,
closing the distance between it and the door with fluid ease to press
his body up against Havoc's, arms around his neck. He grinned
slightly, trailing light nips and kisses up Jean's neck and under his
chin, mumbling against his skin. "Seems they're even less happy
about that..."

"I
could always let them back in," Havoc said lightly, grinning
lopsidedly.

Roy bit
down lightly. "I'd rather stay in one piece for the most
part..."

Havoc
breathed in sharply. "That's an attitude that I share right
now," he said weakly.

After
soothing the bite with his tongue, Roy moved on to Havoc's mouth
again, one hand trailing down his spine through the thin material of
his shirt.

Havoc
slumped back against the door, pulling the smaller man closer and
wrapping his arms around Roy's shoulders.

Roy broke
off the kiss quicker than he would have liked, sighing slightly.
"Bed..." was all he could think to say before claiming
those lips again. He wasn't quite sure if he could follow his own
advice at the moment, though.

Havoc
decided to ignore that. He was rapidly finding out (to his
everlasting embarrassment) that he really really liked being kissed
by Roy. There was just something fundamentally comfortable about it.

Roy, on
the other hand, was trying desperately to recall if he'd read
anywhere that second-hand nicotine could be addictive as well.

Havoc
disengaged his mouth from Roy's having come up with a most unpleasant
snag -- he still needed to breathe, unfortunately.

"Bed...?"
Roy highly doubted that it was just the lack of oxygen that was
starting to make him feel lightheaded, though for a moment he gulped
air like it was life.

That
earned a put-upon sigh. "If you insist..."

"I
don't, really...just logic tells me it would be "

Havoc
snorted. "Since when have I ever been logical?" he murmured
into Roy's ear, nipping slightly.

Roy
purred lightly, the teeth on his ear sending shivers down his spine.
"Point...well it's up to you...I for one really don't care right
now...."

Havoc
chuckled, licking, kissing, and nipping his way down Roy's neck. "I
could care less."

"Suit...-ah-...yourself...."
Roy tilted his head to allow for easier access, hands intently
shoving up Havoc's shirt.

"Sorry,
but no," Havoc purred, removing the hands out from underneath
his shirt. "Hands against the door, please."

Roy
growled slightly, but did as he was asked.

Havoc
began to run his tongue down Roy's chest, inflicting a tortuous
thoroughness that was probably driving Roy nuts.

Roy
groaned softly, nails scratching against the wood of the door as he
let his eyes close of their own volition, arching his back against
the damp heat of Havoc's tongue.

Havoc
nipped below Roy's navel, then soothed away the pain with teasing
licks. Nuzzling up against the shorter man's sharp hipbone, he
finally dropped down into a more comfortable kneeling position.

A light
shiver ran down Roy's spine as he let his head drop, dark eyes gazing
half-lidded down at Havoc. He sighed lightly, tiring of holding out
his arms as he let his hands fall to rest on Havoc's shoulders.
"Jean..."

Havoc
looked up briefly, startled at the sudden touch. Absently, his hand
tugged down the overlarge pants that Roy wore.

Roy
shuddered as the cool air of the room wafted across slightly damp,
heated, entirely oversensitive skin. He wanted to pull Jean back up
again, wanted to kiss him, tangle his fingers in tawny locks and just
get lost in it all, and god did he want!

Havoc's
tongue darted out to briefly tease Roy's tip, then he leaned back
against the door, waiting.

Roy
gasped sharply, snapping out of his train of thought long enough to
shake the glaze from his eyes and peer down into clear blue. His eyes
were searching, questioning, as if to say 'what now....?' He
swallowed hard, waiting himself for some kind of signal, for Havoc to
give the go-ahead before he just did what he pleased like it or not.

Havoc
trailed gentle fingers over Roy's midsection. "Well?"

Muscles
twitched under Havoc's fingers and Roy tightened one hand's grip on
his shoulder. "Well what? You need a fucking written
invitation?"

Havoc
outright laughed at that. "My, my," he murmured, letting
his fingertips drift lower.

Roy
mumbled something incoherent under his breath in response.

"Come
again?" he said, right before leaning in for another taste.

The
darker man had just opened his mouth to retort wittily when Havoc
leaned in again, successfully reducing any wit into a low groan.

Havoc
went slowly at first, experimenting to find out just what Roy reacted
to. His hands lazily slid up the outsides of Roy's thighs, wrapping
around his hips to keep him still.

Roy
tested Havoc's grip by jerking his hips experimentally, shivering
despite himself as one hand left his shoulder to twine careful
fingers into Jean's hair at the back of his head.

Havoc
licked lightly at the slit, his tongue pressing hard against hot skin
down to the base.

That
earned a long, low moan from Roy as the hand in Havoc's hair
tightened its grip just slightly.

Taking
the moan as his just due, Havoc slid his hands up to the small of
Roy's back, even as he bathed the tip with his tongue.

The
dark-haired man tried opening his mouth to say something, but only
succeeded in a garbled "Nngh..." So he tried again, this
time managing "Guh..." Apparently, trying to form coherent
words was a bad idea for Roy at this particular time.

Havoc
took it as a compliment. "Don't hurt yourself," he
murmured, still teasing Roy.

Jean's
comment received a husky growl, his teasing warranting a sudden
thrust of Roy's hips.

Havoc was
ready for the thrust, swallowing Roy whole.

Roy's
breath caught in his throat for a few moments as his hips continued
to rock of their own volition, his mediocre attempts to still them
only resulting in an odd jerking motion as logic was met with all too
pleasurable resistance.

Havoc's
hands danced over Roy, stroking, tickling, encouraging him to loose
control and just feel.

"Fuck...Jean..."
Both hands now tangled in Havoc's hair, Roy held the blonde's head in
place, just letting go and continuing to thrust long and hard into
the searing heat of the other man's mouth. Irregularly spaced pants
and moans danced on the air, wrenching themselves from Roy's throat
every so often as sensations ripped through his nerves.

Havoc
knew that it was out of his hands now -- if it had ever been in his
hands. His tongue still teased the other man, but he just let Roy
have his way.

Roy
distantly heard Jean's name, moaned in a voice he vaguely recognized
as his own. Not long after his thrusts became erratic, white bathing
his vision suddenly as he shuddered release in Havoc's throat. He
couldn't be sure if he made a sound, though, every last thought
focused below his waist and the heat that enveloped him still.

Havoc
released Roy when the man seemed in danger of toppling over. He
reached up, gently guiding him down into his arms.

Dark hair
clung sweat-soaked to Roy's forehead and the back of his neck, just
the way Roy himself now clung limply to Jean, slowly catching his
breath and kissing every inch of skin his mouth could find.

Havoc
caught Roy's lips with his own in a gentle kiss. "You should
take five," he murmured fondly.

"Jean..."
Roy was slowly dragging himself up from the hazy contentment he'd
fallen into, tasting the slightly bitter tang of himself on Havoc's
lips and lifting his head to take another sample. "You're still
wearing clothes..."

"Yes,
most people are at half-past two."

Roy had
to turn that statement over a few times in his head before it really
sunk in. "...Oh..."

"And
aren't you supposed to be taking a nap?" He brushed damp hair
away from Roy's forehead.

"Same
goes for you..." Roy leaned in again, catching the faint
residual taste of Havoc's lunch and grinning at it.

Havoc
snorted. "I'm not tired. However, I do have some leftover
paperwork that I need to finish, so get up into bed."

Roy
grumbled at that, shooting a half-hearted glare towards his
still-dressed subordinate. In whose lap he was still sitting. Naked.

"You're
not moving..."

"Of
course I'm not..."

"Why
not?" Blue eyes sparkled innocently at him.

"What
a silly question..." Roy just gazed back as though it were the
most obvious thing in the world.

All
right, maybe his eyes weren't quite innocent. "I'm well-known
for being silly, sir."

"Of
that I'm well aware, Lieutenant, but something as silly as paperwork
after a blowjob?"

Havoc
chuckled. "Fine, but you get to scrape up the pieces after Riza
gets finished with me."

Roy
shrugged, his sneaky ninja fingers creeping up Havoc's shirt again.

Havoc
nudged his hands away. "Roy..."

Dark eyes
looked up at Havoc, questioningly innocent. Well okay, more mischief
than innocence. "Yes, Jean?"

"Go
to bed."

Roy
pretended to think about that for a long hard tenth of a second.
"No."

Havoc
rolled eyes and began to rub his forehead. "Please?"

"Only
if you'll be joining me the second you can't concentrate on your work
anymore..." Roy purred, tracing his tongue along the shell of
Havoc's ear.

"Yes,
whatever. Now scat."

"You
don't sound so convincing..." Roy nipped a bit roughly just
below Havoc's earlobe.

"Probably
because I'm not convinced myself."

Roy
frowned at that. "And just what is that supposed to mean..."

"I'll
tell you later." He pushed Roy a little. "Come on, get
going. Otherwise Riza's going to have my hide and any hope of a
repeat performance will be out the window."

That got
Mustang moving, albeit grudgingly, as he somewhat shakily got to his
feet only to collapse onto the bed mere seconds after, pulling the
covers up past his waist. "Just keep that gray mass of claws and
teeth away from me for the time being and I'll be content to wait..."

"Of
course." He opened the door, and a tiny streak of calico bounded
into the room, scrambling onto the bed. Havoc chuckled and left,
scooping up the gray cat and chatting to her as he went to dig out
the overdue paperwork.

Roy
grinned lazily at the fluffball that had darted immediately across
his chest to nuzzle under his chin. "Sorry about that...wouldn't
want to accidentally step on you..." He scritched behind her
ears softly.

Severn
curled up and began to purr happily.

Havoc
spread out his work on the low coffee table, then remembered he
needed the 'Who's Who' book that all Army Staff Personnel were
required to have. He had left it in the bedroom last night. His luck
SUCKED.

Roy let
his eyes drift closed, petting of the kitten idly slowing as he bit
back a yawn.

Havoc
snuck into his bedroom. There it was! The big black book sat on the
bedside table. Right next to Roy. Oh, well. He padded over, hefting
the heavy thing.

One dark
eye opened lazily, watchfully. "Back already?"

"No,
I'm just getting a book. It's hard to write up a prosecution case if
you don't know what you're talking about."

Roy
frowned slightly, responding with a somewhat disappointed "Oh..."

Havoc
smiled and ruffled the black mop of hair. "I'll be back soon
enough, so don't worry." He ran a finger down Severn's backbone.
The kitten yawned sleepily, and rubbed her head against his hand.
"All I have to do is some minor stuff -- write up the list of
accusations, classify each, yadda yadda."

That
earned a sigh, but Roy nodded and closed his eyes again, shifting
slightly under the covers and the cat.

Havoc
disappeared out the door, suddenly not wanting to do his job very
much.

Roy
shifted again to get comfortable, earning a small meep from Severn to
which he apologized with scritches.

Havoc sat
down with the book in his lap. Reaching into his back pocket, he
pulled out a lighter and a slightly squashed pack of cigarettes. He
lit one and began to work.

"You
think that hissy fit of a queen'll warm up to me eventually?"
Roy questioned the kitten curled upon his chest.

Severn
yawned, stretching out a foreleg and resting the paw on his chin.
"Merp," she assured him.

Roy
chuckled at that. "We'll see..."

She
yawned again, gave a cat sigh, and proceeded to fall asleep, ears
twitching occasionally.

Roy
opened one eye to gaze down at the ball of fur warming his
collarbone, sighing himself.

A deeper
meow sounded from the foot of the bed, accompanied by the squeak of
springs.

Roy
blinked, trying to see past Severn's fuzz to the foot of the bed.

Honoria
padded up. It was obvious she hated the bed, but she sat down by
Roy's hip anyway.

Roy
reached out a hand in offering, surprised that he wasn't being mauled
at the moment. "Change of heart?"

She very
carefully sniffed his hand, finding even more of Havoc's scent on the
man. Finally she gave him a look that said quite clearly: 'You'll
do.'

The look
earned a smile and Roy rubbed dutifully behind her ears. "It's
an honor, m'lady..."

Honoria's
gold eyes shut slightly. The sound she was making wasn't quite a
purr, but it was close.

Roy
thought back on the days when he might have considered having pets...
Of course, he was far too busy to give them a very good home and
lavish them with attention...

Honoria's
entire body spun around in an instant, and she was bounding to the
edge of the bed like a kitten. Havoc's low chuckle could be heard,
along with a few words of affection.

This time
Roy did sit up, causing a disoriented kitten to tumble down into his
lap sleepily. "Done?"

Havoc had
picked up Honoria, holding her cuddled close. "Yeah. The poor
sod's pretty much convicted by the looks of it."

"All
too familiar by now, isn't it?"

"Unfortunately."
He allowed Honoria to nibble on his shirt. "It's weird; you
never hear of these people in the papers, but they're still out
there, wreaking havoc on citizens. This time it was a rogue alchemist
who decided that every single other alchemist in the country should
be killed..."

"Worse
than the predicament with Scar, at least he only went after State
Alchemists..."

"But
this guy was worse. He didn't explode them -- he MANGLED them."
Havoc shuddered. "It was horrible."

Roy
shuddered slightly as well, lying back again.

Havoc sat
down on the foot of the bed, petting Honoria.

Roy shook
his head for no particular reason, sighing and curling on his side
despite the pitiful mewls coming from the bundle of fur that was
toppled off his lap. Why did he suddenly feel out of place again?

Severn
swiped at him, mewing in annoyance. "Oy, you've upset your
girlfriend," Havoc said, grinning.

"Very
funny..." Roy ruffled the kitten's fur a bit.

"Well,
what else could she be? She's genuinely attached to you."

"And
you'll be whining to the others at the office tomorrow about how I
stole another one of your girlfriends, won't you?" Roy let the
kitten lick at his fingertips and shot a grin over his shoulder at
Jean.

"Of
course." He grinned back.

"Too
predictable...when do you think they'll catch on?"

"Right
along when the whole of civilization goes kaput." Havoc allowed
Honoria to jump down and mince out. "The only one that I could
see actually catching on is Riza. Even Hughes can be kind of dense
sometimes."

"You're
not giving him enough credit for figuring these sorts of things out,
you know...He's not quite as you'd think..." Roy neglected to
mention the years before the war, it was best left unsaid, really.

Havoc
leaned back on his elbows. "I'm not saying that he's not
brilliant, I'm just saying that there are some things that he hasn't
figured out that are blindingly obvious."

"Or
maybe he has, just doesn't feel like letting on that he has."

"No,
trust me, there are some things that he hasn't actually figured out."

"Alright..."

Havoc
glanced up and saw the crack again. "Dammit, I KNEW I'd forget
that thing was there."

Roy
reached out and lightly brushed his fingers along Havoc's spine.
"Care to forget it again?"

Havoc
caught Roy's hand, bringing it to his lips and gently kissing the
fingertips. "I never was one for home repair," he said
thoughtfully.

Come into
my parlor, said the spider to the fly... Roy chuckled at the thought.
"Good..."

"But
I think you're forgetting someone," the blonde remarked, nodding
at Severn.

That
earned a sigh. "Woe is me..."

Havoc
snorted. "C'mon, Severn, up and out."

The
kitten yawned sleepily, crawled up over Roy and pattered out of the
room.

"They're
pretty obedient for cats..."

"They
trust me and I trust them," he said. "Really, it's just
that simple."

"Would
they ask 'how high?' if you said to jump?"

"I
don't know. The issue's never come up."

"Ah..."
Roy flopped back down on the bed, still managing a bit of grace
despite the obvious ungracefulness of the action.

For no
particular reason, Havoc heaved a sigh.

"Coming?"
Roy looked at the taller man expectantly.

"Ask
nicely."

Roy
'harrumphed' at that, sitting up to drag Havoc back down with him in
a playful tangle.

"Well,
you're impatient," Havoc said cheerfully.

"I
would've thought you'd be more impatient having to wait that long.."

"M'm?
Oh, stuff like that's never really bothered me."

"Well
damn you then..." Roy pulled on Havoc's shirt, bringing him
close for a warm, wet kiss.

After one
or the other broke the kiss, Havoc nuzzled Roy's ear. "So what
are you planning to do to me?"

Slipping
his hands up under Havoc's shirt, Roy mumbled against his throat,
"Make love to you like it's the first time and fuck you like
it's the last..." Any responses were cut off with a slow,
tenderly passionate kiss as the dark-haired man held true to his
word.

Please
review, constructive criticism and questions appreciated, flames will
be deflected back at you by Roy. n.n;

This
section was solely for the purpose of explaining how Havoc and Roy
got together, and the direction that this is going from a pairing
point of view after the whole HavocxEd and then RoyxEd things. This
happened before Ed died.
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