Chimera

Hahaha, I'm a bag but I have a charming filler chapter for you all. Havoc and Fuery, adorable couple. It's all about the smut, baby. Enjoy. Oh, and I need a title if you think I should start a new story to finish this one. Recommendations are requested!
I've got one for this chapter, thank you Mazoku_Onna!

Elsewhere...

Havoc shifted and fretted; his hair was black, the Colonel’s uniform didn’t fit him properly, he wasn’t allowed to smoke, and he was on his way to the front lines, where he was expected to command. Not exactly a relaxing position. But, someone was looking pretty cute over there, pressed in the corner, wearing a uniform much too big for him. The temporary brunette reached out and knocked on the glass dividing them from the driver. Nothing. He tapped again, harder, and grinned when there was no reaction. The black curtain was drawn and Fuery looked up curiously. Havoc’s grin made him back further into the corner and brown eyes widened in horror. “Don’t even think it! Now is not the time!”

“But, this is the only time we have.” He shuffled closer, keeping an eye out for an escape attempt. The small ‘blond’ probably wouldn’t break from a moving vehicle, but he’d done strange things before. Like climbing out that second story window with no way down; that had been a good chase that ended on the roof. His grin turned predatory and Fuery pushed further into his corner, whimpering softly and kicking at his lover. The taller blond crawled slowly across the seat, giving his partner plenty of time to panic, which he did so beautifully.

“Come here, Riza.” His eyes glinted and one last kick was dodged to land a hand on a slim arm. He yanked and hauled his prey into his arms, laying them out on the seat. “It’s ok, we won’t get caught, everyone knows the Colonel and Lieutenant are together.”

Cain squeaked and struggled, kicking and twisting to free his arms. “They are not! Ed and the” Jean’s mouth cut him off, forcing it open and helping himself to the soft interior. “Jean!”

“Now, now, it’s Roy, remember?” The demanding tongue slipped into a small ear. “Say it.” Teeth worried the edge of the curve, threatening mildly.

“No, stop it, we AH!” A sharp nip stopped him and little cries started when the pressure didn’t back off.

“Say it.” The pressure was back, waiting to punish or reward.

An almost sob preceded his defeat. “Roy. Please.” Neither was even sure if it was please stop or please hurry up. Neither particularly cared. Soft licks soothed the red edge while rough hands moved over the slim body. The captive tried to break his arms free and got a bite on his neck for his effort.

“Be still. I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to like it.” The blond head shook until the wig came loose. “Aww, see, now I have to put that back for you and I need both hands. Guess I’ll just have to use this. See? I wasn’t going to, because you don’t like it, but now I have to, and it’s your own fault.” The free hand moved to his belt and pulled it loose to wrap around the slim wrists; they struggled, pulling and wiggling as much as they could and frantic whines showed their owner’s displeasure. “Nope, if you’d been a good boy, you’d still be free. One of these days you’ll learn.” He used the belt to attach the smaller man’s arms above him, drawing him to his knees. The wig was grabbed and gently placed over the brown hair, covering it all and suddenly ‘Riza’ was back.

“Jean, let me go! Please, this is a bad idea, untie me.” Jean sighed and shook his head while unbuttoning the uniforms and tugging them off. He just opened Cain’s and ran his tongue down his chest and stomach. Slim back arched, the small man whined and reached, crying for more.

“Now, what did I say about calling me Jean?” Brown eyes widened and the body jerked frantically. His movements were limited by the small space and his lack of balance. His pants were undone and jerked down, freeing his erection and his face went crimson. One fingertip wound a path down his body to rest on the wet tip, pressing against the slit. Blue eyes gleamed and the hot mouth inched its way down, moving with the jerking body. At the tiny navel, he stopped, licking and rubbing his nose against the sensitive skin. White teeth sank into the little fold and the younger man screamed and came against his tormentor’s chest.

Soft hitching breaths and little cries accompanied the afterglow; his cock had disappeared into Havoc’s mouth and was being pressed lightly against the top of his mouth. He grew quickly and was moving as much as the brunette would let him in minutes. Said brunette wiped his mouth and leaned up to kiss his prisoner. “Let me go, I’ll be good.”

Soft laughter and a gentle lick. “Uh huh, that’s what you said last time, and you bolted. Remember, I had to chase you all over the office.”

“That was different, we were in the office! The Colonel’s office!” Havoc just made uncaring noises and assaulted the taut neck and curved ear. “Jean” A sharp smack and his head slammed back. “Roy, please.”

“Please what? Touch you? Suck you? Turn you over and fuck you into the seat?” His hands still moved, gently introducing one, then two fingers, moving them steadily. Cain’s breathing was just pants, interspersed with high pitched whines. His head dropped and his entire body heaved with the effort to control himself. “Let go, you want to.” The blond head shook stubbornly. “Then, I’ll make you.” Third finger forced its way inside as the other hand jerked from base to tip. His shoulder was offered to contain the screams and white teeth sank deeply. Definitely ready.

Jean kissed the slim chest before turning it to face the back of the car, trapping the sensitive cock between the hot, sweaty body and the rough textured seat cover. Cain gasped and tried to move back; he let him and slid a hand around to grasp the spent member gently. He stroked lightly until it began to firm again. The best thing about Cain’s body was he was good for at least three orgasms; they’d pushed as far as six once, but he spent the next day passed out from exhaustion. Not good for now, but three would do. Nothing sexier than knowing your partner can’t resist you.

Light nibbles along the sweaty neck and long licks down the slim back had him pushing back for more. A solid smack sent him flying forward to wriggle against the rough material. “Ready, love? Relax, let me in.” He pressed forward, the tip passing the tight entrance easily. A wince made him stop and more kisses were given, along with loving murmurs and gentle licks. He pressed forward again and was seated fully. “There, all in.” A few moments for adjustment and he was pulling out, holding Cain’s hips to keep him from following.

One thrust, two, and a smooth rhythm was set, pressing the hard tip against the small man’s prostate, bringing light screams and frantic jerking. Jean held him easily, keeping him back, teasing mercilessly until he couldn’t wait anymore. His teeth sank into the stretched shoulder and he sped up. Harder, deeper, and Cain’s screams were louder, even through the seat he was pressed against. Havoc panted in his lover’s ear, “Come with me.” Brown eyes flew open and the blond head slammed back to bruise the taller man’s shoulder. White seed spurted, covering the seat as he was filled. They swallowed each other’s last cries before leaning forward.

Jean untied his partner before he collapsed, taking him with him. Fuery laid on top of him, exhausted. “Babe? Come on, get dressed, we’ve got a long way to go before we can sleep. Promise, we’ll go somewhere nice, have good food, spend the night, do whatever you want.” A small fist landed on his chest, then moved to hit his shoulder. “Ow, hey, you already bruised there, leave it alone, huh?”

“You bastard. I said no.” He hadn’t moved, still flopped on his lover’s chest.

“Uh huh, you always say no, and you always love it. Just like you love me.” He tickled and the small body on top of his jerked up. “Get dressed, ‘k? We’ll go out when we get back.” He grabbed his shirt and tugged it on. The car started to slow and Fuery started frantically buttoning his shirt and uniform, reaching for his pants, rushing to fix his hair. Jean leaned back and watched, laughing and ignoring the glares. He cleaned himself up in a matter of seconds and checked quickly in the mirror Roy carried in his pocket. Looks passable. The car stopped and they sat quietly. “Babe? Gotta open the door for me, Hawkeye, remember? She babies him so now you gotta baby me.” He grinned. This was kinda fun.

Right up until a gun was pointed at his head. “She gets to shoot him too, right?” Except, Cain wasn’t the shot she was.

A nervous tongue licked at dry lips. “Now, babe, don’t be waving that around, ok? Maybe I don’t need that much babying.” The gun was pulled back and reholstered. A quick sigh of relief and blue eyes rose to the roof in thanks for deliverance. He let himself be helped out and led to the command tent.