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Sweet as Honey	By : xkesshoux Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5544 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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You got it kiddos. Somebody wanted more, so I had a plotbunny. That's right, there's still some semblance of a plot, dammit, I can't help it. This time it's HavocxRoy!

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Roy paused outside Havoc's door, recollecting that morning's activities.

He looked up from his paperwork to see Edward standing there. The notable part was the partially hidden mark on the boy's neck that was Too Obviously Not His. It was by chance that he later picked up on his Second Lieutenant's smug attitude, and reasoned the worst.

Roy was here to confirm his suspicions, and so he knocked.

There was a bang of a door inside the apartment, followed by a muffled "Coming!" A minute or so brought a flustered looking Havoc face-to-face with Roy, a hastily thrown on pair of pants on his hips and a towel around his shoulders. The wet haired blonde blinked in surprise at the man in front of him. "Er, hello, sir?"

''Good evening, Lieutenant.'' Dark eyes glanced past into the apartment, and Roy slipped inside easily, shutting the door behind him. Getting straight to the point he asked, ''You slept with Fullmetal, didn't you?''

Havoc lifted an eyebrow, shrugging slightly. ''And if I did?''

''You should know that he belongs to me, Lieutenant..'' Dark eyes narrowed slightly, staring unwaveringly into sapphire.

''I could be saying the same to you about a dozen different people, sir.'' The blonde kept the gaze with his superior, crossing his arms slightly and frowning. ''I'm sorry, Colonel, I wasn't aware that he was a piece of property.''

''You should know better than to take what's mine, Jean...'' The look that soon overtook Roy's eyes was all but predatory. ''How long has it been...'' he muttered to himself, looking Havoc from top to bottom. The blonde's attire left very little to have to dig up from memory.

The quiet words reached Havoc's ears anyway, and a light smirk curved the corner of his mouth. He turned away from Roy then, pulling the towel from his shoulders as he retreated to put it in the bathroom. ''He could have refused if he wanted,'' came Jean's voice from the little room. ''He's the one that pursued it.''

''I suppose I'll have to talk to him about that, then...'' Roy answered absently, discarding his jacket on the back of one of the chairs in the living room. ''Then again, you had the option of turning him away, yet you didn't... It seems I don't keep you on a short enough leash these days...''

''Oh? I wasn't aware that you still had my personal life on your chain.'' Jean leaned against the hall wall, blue eyes keeping careful watch on the dark man in front of his couch. He hadn't bothered putting his shirt back on, seeing that the predatory gleam in Roy's eyes had yet to fade away.

Roy turned his gaze back on Havoc, stepping towards the man. ''How long has it been? Since you became the first person to actually leave me?''

The blonde idly rubbed his chin in thought, giving Roy a lazy _expression. The first? No, surely not... Alright, maybe. ''A few months. Whenever it was you decided you liked your blondes shorter or curvier than you.''

''And how long have you had your eyes on Edward? Was that before or after my apparent decision of how I liked my blondes?'' Roy paused in his advancement.

Havoc sighed, seeing no way out of the conversation. "Before and after, if you must know." He paused for a moment, then shrugged lightly. "Before when your eyes were wandering, but the interest was mostly innocent, since I had you... But you obviously didn't feel the same way."

''Was it the women, Jean, or was it Edward? The reason you left?'' Roy leaned just slightly against the back of the chair.

''I don't think it's that selfish of me to say both.''

''I told you before that the women meant nothing to me, Jean...'' Roy stepped closer again. ''As for Ed... You should know that I didn't even make a move until you made it clear you wanted nothing to do with me anymore...'' He reached out to touch Havoc's face.

His hand was halted by Havoc's own around his wrist, the blonde giving Roy a critical stare. ''You didn't make a move, but that didn't keep you from wanting to.'' Havoc's thumb traced the edge of the pale palm, a frown on his lips. ''That much was obvious.''

''But I still didn't...'' Dark eyes wandered, glancing at the hand on his wrist, Havoc's bare chest, all the way from the waistband of his pants and back up to gaze at sapphire blue again.

''Doesn't mean you wouldn't... I just saved myself from the pain.'' Havoc tugged on Roy's wrist lightly, pulling the man forward a bit as Havoc bowed his head down, lowering his voice to a deep whisper. ''You have that same look in your eyes right now, you know..''

''And I suppose you know all about what that means, don't you...'' Roy replied smoothly, not making a move just yet.

''It's not hard to figure it out when you keep looking at my waist.''

''Are you going to throw me out then?'' The smallest of smirks crossed Roy's lips.

''I should..'' Havoc murmured quietly, sapphire locking with onyx, genty releasing his hold of Roy's wrist. ''But we both know I won't..''

''Are you sure about that...'' Roy murmured, leaning closer. His freed hand finally reached its original destination, fingers brushing lightly against Havoc's cheek.

Havoc eased out a light hiss of breath at the touch, not sure if he wanted to follow the instict telling him to pull away, or the instinct telling him to lean in to it. Instead he just stood there, watching Roy's expressions. It really had been a long time... ''Honestly? No... ''

''Best to make up your mind quick... Else I might just have to do it for you...'' Roy's other hand brushed Havoc's side.

The fight going on in Havoc's conscience was apparant in his eyes for a split second, and then he sighed. The winner was apparant by the blonde drifting his fingers over the Colonel's clothed shoulder. ''Whatever...'' He breathed, pulling the dark haired man towards him a bit more.

Roy took his due in full, capturing Havoc's mouth with his own, one hand sliding fingers through still damp blonde as the other crept down his side.

Havoc's lips parted for him, welcoming a deeper kiss already, though he kept it slow, teasing. His fingers drifted over the fabric beneath them, trailing down to the hem to tug on it.

Roy noted the way Havoc was pacing this, but he could be a very patient man. Fingers tightened their grip in the blonde's hair just slightly, while his other hand continued its trek downwards to Havoc's hip and around to the small of his back.

Havoc licked Roy's lower lip before he nipped it, letting his mouth wander down his chin. His hands buried in the other man's shirt, pulling him along as Havoc moved the two of them back towards the bedroom... Beds beat standing up any day.

The smaller man went along willingly, eyeing the bed. It had to have only been last night, and he doubted that Havoc had even changed the sheets...

A knowing smirk curved Havoc's mouth as he turned, pushing Roy back against said sheets, crawling up over him and dipping his mouth back to Roy's throat.

Ah, he was right. He could still smell Ed on the sheets. But this position was compromising, and he wasn't too happy with it. ''Jean...'' His tone was warning, Havoc knew how things worked, and this was not it. He made move to correct the situation.

It would have been a smooth transition, had it not been for a pair of arms pushing the Colonel back down and keeping him there. Jean rose his eyes to meet Roy's as his mouth claimed a button on shirt and undid it. Yes, he had heard the warning, but the look in his eyes said that he frankly didn't give a damn. And so he moved his mouth down to the next button, absently licking skin as he went.

Roy's eyes almost widened. ''Lieutenant...'' came the warning this time, along with a slight jerk or two to seemingly verify that yes, he was being held down. Dammit, this was insubordination! He wet his lips and swallowed hard. It was still damn sexy insubordination, though... Not time for admiring, Mustang! ''Let go of me, Lieutenant...''

By this time, Havoc had gotten rather good at what he was doing rather fast, and grinned wickedly at Roy after releasing the fourth button. ''But you seem to be enjoying it, Sir...'' He murmured in reply. He was so going to get burned for this... But he was enjoying this far too much to actually stop. Jean nudged the white shirt open a bit more with his nose, leaving kisses over the pale chest until he found the dusky shade of a nipple. That was when blue eyes really turned seductive, accompanied by a licking pink tongue.

Roy jerked again, but for a different reason this time. This was not something he'd planned on, this wasn't supposed to happen. He was the one who should be on top, this wasn't right. Roy Mustang was always in control. But here, this feeling of utter helplessness, being completely at Havoc's mercy... This was sanity slipping through his fingers, and he wasn't sure what to do with it, whether he liked it--dear god he did like it! ''Oh god...''

A wicked grin curved the corners of Havoc's mouth, spurred on by those words and the feeling they stirred up in his groin. He let his teeth pull just slightly on the bud, quickly giving it a soothing lick shortly after.. and then he shifted, abusing the other side in a similar manner.

Roy jerked again, biting back a near moan. He wanted to be free to pull Havoc up and ravish his mouth, wanted to flip him over and screw him into next week so hard he couldn't walk. But he couldn't and it was maddening, only serving to make him harder than he already was.

Havoc suppressed his desire to chuckle, continuing to busy his mouth with Roy's chest, contemplating a new dilemma. Something had to be done to keep Roy in place, if Havoc ever wanted to continue with this. He nipped at the bud in his mouth a bit harsher then he intended to when inspiration struck. Havoc raised himself up over Roy, scooting forward to sit on Roy's stomach. This properly freed Havoc's hands, which went to work on finishing Roy's shirt and pulling the man up for a kiss so he could completely remove the cloth.

Taking control of the kiss was automatic, and Roy wasted no time in twining his fingers through tousled straw as his other hand went near instantly to work on reviewing Havoc's reactions to his touch.

That much had been expected, not that Havoc minded too much. A soft moan filtered through the kiss, and he wriggled slightly on Roy's stomach. It was tempting to let that scenario play itself out... but this one was highly enjoyable so far... Havoc solved his own dilemma of pleasures when his hands sought out Roy's and hoisted them above the dark haired man's head. They made quick work with Roy's shirt, tying his hands to the top knob of Havoc's headboard. Havoc licked Roy's lower lip, pulling back slightly to take a look at his work.

Roy took in a shuddering breath, testing his bonds and then looking to Havoc's eyes. He tugged harder but there was no give. Roy swallowed hard and wet his lips again. ''Now what will you do with me?'' he asked, voice a low, husky purr.

Havoc gave him a sensual grin, trailing a fingernail down his chest. ''Whatever I want with you,'' he purred back, scooting off Roy's stomach to hook a finger in the edge of his pants. His eyes flitted over Roy's figure, and he undid the button of the pants, pressing a kiss on Roy's abdomen. ''You look fucking sexy like that, Roy...''

''I'm sure...'' Roy swallowed again, blazing intense heat in his eyes as he watched. Every so often he would struggle again, wanting to touch Havoc once more and momentarily forgetting his bonds. He fought to keep his breath steady, to stay at least in control of himself, even though that one last bit of control was rapidly falling through his fingers.

The blonde scooted down, trailing his fingers over the evident bulge in Roy's pants. Havoc grinned almost fondly (or was that actually ferally?) at it, giving it a gentle squeeze as he glanced up at Roy.

The dark-haired man let slip a low, breathy moan at the contact, arching just slightly against it. ''Jean...'' The sound of his own voice was almost foreign to his ears. This was the sound of him losing control, and Roy never lost control.

Havoc squeezed a bit more, this time rubbing with his palm a bit. Anything to gain that reaction again. He licked his lips, wanting the rest of the body below him naked and writhing five minutes ago. The desire to simply skip to pounding Roy into the mattress was rising quickly, but this was a rare oppurtunity that Havoc couldn't let slip as easily as Roy's sanity was going. ''You left your boots on Colonel.. ... Tsk tsk..'' With that, Havoc promptly stopped touching Roy's groin altogether, getting to work on untying the man's boots.

''Damn you...'' Roy tugged harder at his restraints but Havoc was apparently very good with knots. He could tug until his wrists were raw and bleeding if he wanted but it wouldn't do a lick of good. ''Damn you...''

Clunk. There was one boot. Havoc smiled serenely at Roy. ''I'm sure you'd rather be fucking me,'' He replied, working on the other boot, desperately trying to keep his patience in check. ''But I can deal with damnation, too... As long as you realize that there was no way your pants were coming off with those things on.''

Clunk. And there was the second boot. Havoc didn't think his patience waited until the boot had touched the floor before it had him back at Roy's waist, lightly nipping at the still covered bulge with his teeth.

Roy's breath hitched at the sensation and he wriggled slightly. He was not going to beg. There was no way he would fall that low. He wouldn't even have to ask if he played himself right. ''Jean...'' It was more pronounced this time, less breath, more husk and were Roy in any other position he would've preened over its perfection.

Jean shuddered slightly, uttering a low responsive moan against Roy's groin. God, if you say it like that much more... His fingers found the zipper, and then hooked into the pants again, tugging the heavy blue fabric down over lovely hips. Havoc glanced over Roy's underwear of choice, but quickly settled into continuing his torture by making use of his tongue again, livid sapphires watching every reaction Mustang made.

''Fucking hell!'' Roy tugged hard, rattling the headboard. His feet rubbed against the mattress trying to get his mind somewhere else, trying not to break. God please just give me that mouth... Not going to beg for it. No way. Not going to say his name because it'll be a plea in itself. Roy bit his lip in his attempts to keep that last bit of control.

It was truly a cruel game, and Havoc would be the first to admit it. But you're not the only one that can make somone beg, Roy... Havoc slipped a finger under the waistband. The question of which of them would completely lose it first briefly crossed the blonde's mind, and he let the elastic snap back down as his response to it. He gently rubbed the damp spot and, in a moment of pure evil inspiration, lowered his mouth to the spot and simply blew.

Roy let out a low moan. ''God...Jean...'' His voice was barely above a whisper and damn he hoped that didn't count as begging.

Considering that to be good enough for the moment, Havoc finally pulled the underwear down to join the uniform pants on the floor. Except he didn't touch what Roy so desperately needed to be touched just yet, instead moving up to capture his superior's mouth in a kiss. His own clothed groin rubbed slightly against the naked one, and he moaned into Mustang's mouth.

Roy arched against Havoc and let his own moan filter into the kiss. God he wanted to touch him, pull him closer, direct where he should go, pull his hips down and just grind. But that wasn't going to happen.

Instead Havoc ground against him just a few desperate times before he gave in to the urge to crawl off of Roy and strip off the offending jeans that kept him from completely touching the other man.

Roy was so erect it hurt and the thought struck him that he'd never done this before. His ass was still virgin and untouched, because dammit, Roy Mustang had never given up control to anybody. But here he was, control unwillingly given, and it was inevitable that his ass would no longer be a no man's land. For several long moments, he forgot to breathe.

Back on the bed and as naked as could be, Jean blinked at him. Then he poked him in the chest. Seeing that it wasn't doing much effect, he sighed and reached out to run a light stroke down Roy's length. ''Breathe, dammit.''

Roy gasped and the lights flicked back on upstairs. ''Jean...'' It was light, wanting and needing topped with a near undetectible worry. His chest rose and fell with slightly shuddering breaths and onyx gazed into sapphire, almost looking for reassurance.

The point was made, and the sapphire softened slightly in understanding. Havoc kissed him briefly, keeping the light stroking rhythm going as he opened a bedside drawer to find the little bottle that he had kept there for Roy's use (and had admittedly forgotten about with Ed).

Roy swallowed hard again, knowing full well what that meant. He jerked again, the tiny remaining shreds of his dignity screaming no despite his entire body and soul screaming yes. He'd wanted Havoc's mouth, but by now, any part would do as long as he came.

A mini victory belonged to Havoc, and a well lubed finger was poised at Roy's entrance. Despite the fact that his every intention was to fuck Roy senseless and despite how much he really wanted this, Havoc paused and locked eyes with Roy. ''Roy...'' His voice was quiet and reassuring, but at the same time, the completely raw need was clearly unmistakable. Yes or No, Roy Mustang...

The internal struggle was obvious in Roy's eyes and in his actions. God he's giving you an out, take it! He shifted slightly, wetting his lips. Dark eyes flitted down, back up to Havoc's eyes, he swallowed compulsively. Take your chances... He nodded slowly at last. God help me, Jean, what have you done to me...

It took a moment of staring for Havoc to realize that Roy had really just given him his consent. He nearly held his own breath as he brushed his finger around the rim. ''Alright...'' He breathed, not entirely sure if he even said it aloud. And then he pushed, slowly burying one finger up to the knuckle and pausing there, his other hand continuing its stroking to distract from the discomfort.

Roy could understand now why Ed squirmed so much in the beginning. It was...awkward to say the least, but he tried not to think about it. Jean's hand was definitely a welcome distraction, and he let out a soft moan.

Havoc smiled briefly, waiting for Roy to relax around him before he pushed the rest of his finger in. He knew how all of this went. He just hoped that Roy realized that Havoc was going so agonizingly slow for his superior's convenience....reassurance... comfort.. The blonde shook his head lightly. His hand kept the steady pace of up and down, and eventually his finger was slowly moving in and out with it.

Roy's eyes flitted distractedly from Havoc's eyes, his lips, his hands, his lips, god he wanted that mouth! Without thinking he shifted his hips, just as Havoc's finger slid back in and oh god he had to have said something with the way Jean was looking at him.

A second finger slipped in with the first, and they were still, waiting for that moment when Roy would adjust, relax. Havoc's stroking hand paused, trailing up to lightly trace Roy's lips as Jean watched him. Beautiful.. His fingers moved again, slowly, searching for that spot that he knew the dark haired man would enjoy.

The pace was almost agonizingly slow and even though Roy knew this was crucial, right now he just didn't give a damn. It didn't take long before he was making experimental moves with his hips, pressing back against Havoc's fingers until he found it again. God I've got no control over myself anymore, Jean, and you've got all of it... ''Jean... Please...''

''Almost....'' Havoc murmured, assuring him. Or was he assuring himself? He was driving them both to the brink, and knew it. Dammit... Don't say things like that, Roy, you'll make me regret ever leaving... A third finger, but this time he didn't wait as long for the adjustment. Straight back to that sweet spot to simply curve his fingers and stroke. Almost...

This was maddening and Roy was tugging at his bindings again. Dammit can't you see what you do to me! Look at me, I've never been like this for anyone else! A near-whimper slipped out and the rational portion of Roy's brain nearly died of humiliation.

All for you...This is what I am for you alone...

Havoc took a steadying breath. Stop it Roy... You broke me once, don't make me want to do it again... Except most of it was Jean's own doing, just like how he was pulling his fingers away from him, and how he was moving up to silence the threatening whimpers with a kiss, hard and fast. He was going to lose it entirely if Roy started whimpering for him.. but at the same time, he wanted him to. This was a mistake.. Just as much as freeing Roy's hands from their bondage was a mistake. But maybe it wasn't...

Havoc broke his kiss to pull Roy's hands in front of him and kiss the abused wrists, eyeing Roy over his fingers, the warning umistakable. They were free as long as Roy was a good boy. Dammit...

Roy wasn't quite sure what to do with the given liberty, wasn't quite sure he even wanted it. All of a sudden he felt like he had some semblance of control and dammit, he'd just finally given it up, he did not want it back just yet! As much as he wanted to touch Havoc, he didn't want to able to. The question of 'Why did you do that? Change it back please?' was written all over his face.

The blonde actually did chuckle at that point, but he made no move to recorrect the situation. Havoc had given Roy his control of his hands back, however the situation was still very much in Havoc's control.... He just didn't sit well with taking someone for the first time while they were tied up. His smile could tell Roy that much, and Havoc crept back down Roy, leaving a trail of kisses as he went.

The little bottle was found again, and Havoc's slipped over Roy's ass again, and then over himself. Sapphire quested for onyx once more as Havoc settled between the man's legs.

Roy responded with another nod, making no other move. The prospect of what was going to happen was almost terrifying to him, yet at the same time it was exhilarating. Oh how you make me want this so bad, when I shouldn't even be here...

Havoc nodded in turn, his hands finding their way to Roy's hips as he pushed. It was tight, and oh God it was hot. He had only gone in to the head, and the now that he was there.. The desire to simply ram the way home was excruciating.

Licking his lips, Roy's hands found Havoc's ass and he pulled himself closer, forcing the blonde deeper because god he wanted it now. A soft, whimpering moan rose from his throat.

A groan left Havoc's lips, and his fingers tightened their grip on Roy's hips. Havoc bit his lip, sinking in lower until he was all the way in. Dear god, Roy, don't rush me... I won't be able to stop myself....

There was a sigh and Roy shifted a bit at the feeling of all that just sitting there and not moving, that fullness he'd never felt before. His hands moved up Havoc's back and pulled the blonde down into a kiss, hot and hungry.

Havoc gladly let Roy have his mouth, returning the kiss with vigor. It was all tongue and lips and heat, and then his arousal decided it wasn't going to wait any longer, and there was movement. Even at a slow pace, the pleasure racked Havoc's brain and all he could do was kiss Roy senseless in hopes that his hips wouldn't get a mind of their own.

Roy moaned into Havoc's mouth, urging the man to do more. He couldn't quite hold the kiss and soon his lips and tongue were tracing a wet path down along Havoc's chin, his jaw, his neck where he paused to bite and suck, knowing full well it would leave a mark above the collar of the man's uniform. He tried to move against Jean, tried to get him to hit that one spot, where was it!

...No one can say I didn't try. The biting on his neck was what did it, Havoc's hands working Roy's legs into a better position and then he had let go, letting his desire do its job. His breath came in hot pants and groans against Roy's neck, trying to get him just the right way so that.. ah, there it was. ''Roy..''

Roy's work on Havoc's neck was soon neglected as he uttered a low moan against the man's shoulder. ''God...Jean...!'' He was moving back against Havoc's thrusts now, gasping and moaning with each hit just there and he wasn't sure how long he could last at this rate.

The sounds they were both making only spurred the process on, and slicked skin only made it easier. It felt entirely too good, and the heat in Havoc's gut was boiling. His hands were everywhere, especially right there over Roy. As much as it felt good for him, he damned well hoped it would be twice as good for Mustang.

Roy could swear he'd died and gone to heaven. Jean's voice moaning his name only made him want even more, and he answered in turn. It wouldn't be long now, he couldn't hold out with it this fucking good. As much as he wanted it to last he knew in the back of his mind it couldn't possibly.

Havoc was having a bit of a time keeping it going the way it was. He was teetering on the edge already, the gradual increase of his speed noting it. He could swear he might have been chanting Roy's name at this point, though that might have just been in his head. He wasn't sure anymore. He just knew that he was a fucking idiot for not doing this with Roy before now. His hand flew in time to his thrusts, determined to at least let Roy come before he did. Oh please..

And Roy did come, practically screaming Jean's name as he did. His nails dug into Havoc's back and he couldn't care less about the rest of the world.

That was all Havoc needed to go spiralling into oblivious bliss, not noticing the sharp little stings on his back, burying himself in Roy as he made his own release and rode the wave. After a few moments, he shakily slid out of Roy, spent, rolling next to him. ''....Damn.''

Roy curled against Havoc, not seeming to care that this action simply rubbed his semen on the other man's belly as well. It was Jean's own fault for not cleaning it up, anyway. Thought aside, he purred lightly against Havoc's neck, ''I missed you... Can we do that again sometime or are you still mad at me...''

'''Mnotmadatyou,'' Havoc mumbled, a lazy hand toying with the back of Roy's hair. He really wasn't. Well, he was before. But that had been more of a fear that Roy would leave him.. So I left first... Excellent, Jean. Excellent. ''Yes.'' Then another thought filtered in through Havoc's pleasure filled brain, and he groaned quietly. ''...But we're in so much shit...''

Roy pondered that for a moment, trying to pin down what was meant by it. Did the military have Havoc's apartment tapped or something? That would be bad... ''What do you mean by that?''

''Edward, Roy. You know he's going to know.'' Havoc was already kicking himself in the ass.

''You leave that to me...'' Roy grinned to himself, placing a kiss just under Jean's ear. ''Everything will be just fine...''
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