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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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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
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with an unknown number of parts, with alternate storyline as of the
fifth laboratory incident. Enjoy!

Desperation

Rating:R
(For sex, what else?)
Pairings: HavocxEd
Disclaimer:
I don't own FMA.
Spoilers: Noooooone!
Setting:
Central HQ.
Timeline: Smut.

It was
a night attack, and the desert air had turned cold. Stars glittered,
cold and uncaring, in the clear skies.

Sand
crunched beneath his platoon's feet as they rushed to the site under
attack. Sharp cries and gunfire only accentuated the need and haste
required. Orders were given. They were to spread out in a flanking
maneuver, spread their lines thin.

The
veterans knew this was ridiculous, a perfect way to get all of them
killed. The rookies, young, green recruits obeyed the orders to the
letter, forcing the line thinly.

They
rushed the hotspot, but no one really had any time to attack before
gunfire tore them to shreds.

Havoc
hit the sand, checking the pulse of the kid next to him. Dead as a
rock.

Bullets
hit him from behind, tearing through his left lung, inches from his
heart. Blood bubbled up into his mouth and nose, making it nearly
impossible to breathe. He'd drown in a matter of minutes.

But he
wasn't going down without a fight, unlike the poor sods around him.
He went for his sidearm and got two shots into an approaching
attacker.

"Too
late..." Knives slashed across his throat from behind, severing
the main artery and vein.

He
knew he was dead as soon as he felt the icy steel dig into his skin.

Havoc
woke up with a strangled cry, toppling off the windowsill.

Ed woke
with a start at the cry, practically jumping from his spot to Havoc's
side before he was even fully aware of what he was doing.

Havoc
cursed so creatively and violently (in three different languages, no
less) that the paint nearly peeled from the walls.

He rubbed
his shoulder, which he had banged in his undignified sprawl. "Oh,
for... talk about nightmares..."

He
touched the scars at his throat, just checking to see that they were
closed and healed. It was stupid, he knew. But it was one of those
irrational fears that every single soldier had after being wounded in
combat.

"You
okay?" It was a stupid question, and Ed knew it, but it was the
only thing that came to mind.

Havoc
baited at the sound of Ed's voice, shrinking into a defensive
position. "Don't touch me!" he spat as the young man
extended a hand.

Edward
winced, but refused to back away, edging closer as one hand gently
rested on Havoc's back. "It's just me..."

Havoc
tensed at the touch of Ed's hand, vision temporarily going blood red.
Slamming his fist into the wall, he snarled, "No!". But
whether it was to Ed or his own... reaction he wasn't sure.

A spider
web crack blossomed from the impact of his fist.

The
younger boy cringed, but the hand on Havoc's back didn't leave,
instead slowly rubbing. "Jean..."

"They
say I'm a perfect chimera," Havoc whispered bitterly, tears
beginning to fall from his richly colored eyes. "I have my
memories, my heart, everything I had before. I'm nearly human. But
those stupid memories... the feel of cold steel at my throat... those
bullets tearing through my lung... drowning in my own blood... the
sheer hopeless despair of knowing my own death was staring me in the
face... no one should have to remember what it felt like to be
killed.

"To
make it worse... my body wants to kill anything that makes it
remember..."

"I
know what it feels like to die...I remember it every time I
sleep...it's faded a bit...but it's still there..." Ed scooted
up next to Havoc, wrapping his arms around the older man's waist.
"You're right..nobody should have to know that..."

"It
hasn't faded... it'll never fade, not for me." He rested his
forehead against the back of his hand. "I don't want to live
like this, worrying that I'm going to kill you whenever you touch me.
I don't want to have to dance around your feelings to see if you're
going to go into shock again."

His
shoulders began to heave with sobs.

"We're
alive now and that's what matters, Jean! Some twist of fate has given
us another chance, why waste it?" Edward nipped lightly at
Havoc's left side, where he knew the scar was. "It takes time
for these things to go away...it's still relatively new..."

"So
says the young man who begged me to kill him a few hours ago,"
he whispered sadly.

At the
gentle nip, Havoc's oversensitive skin shuddered, sending a muted
message of pleasure up to his brain.

"I
said the same thing to Al...it just slips out...I'm not quite myself
then..." Edward nipped again, a little harder this time.

"I'm
assuming this is along the lines of what you wanted to do the first
time you came in," he said weakly.

His
entire body was screaming SEX at him.

Dammit,
when did Ed figure out this is how to drive me nuts?

Ed
sighed, nipping lower on Havoc's side through the thin fabric of his
shirt. "I don't know what I wanted to do when I came in here the
first time, honestly..." His voice was a bit dreamy.

Havoc let
out a low, growling purr. He turned over, pulling Ed down for a kiss.

Ed was
quick to comply, arms moving up from Havoc's waist to his neck. He
tilted his head slightly, tongue slipping into the kiss not long
after.

"This
is what you want, right?" Havoc nuzzled Ed's neck, licking
briefly at the smooth skin.

Ed
shuddered at the feeling of a slightly rough tongue against his skin,
moaning softly.

"Nnnngh..."
Not much of a reply, but Edward managed to nod once ever so slightly.

"Oh,
come on Ed," Havoc growled playfully, biting the young man's
neck lightly. He licked the tiny marks. "Don't make me do all
the work again... you're old enough to play..."

He kissed
Ed, teasingly and lightly.

Ed's eyes
opened partially to glance down at Havoc, and he dipped his head to
return the older man's teasing gesture, lips and tongue trailing
along his jaw line and down his neck, nipping at the diagonal slash
scars lightly as he shifted his position to straddle Havoc's waist.

The
braided alchemist sighed against the Lieutenant's neck, nuzzling his
head there. "Not going to make me leave your shirt on, are you?"
the boy mumbled against the crook of Havoc's neck.

Defensive
instinct? Hello? Where did you go?

Out to
Lunch.

...figures.

"Why
would I do a thing like that? You've seen me... you didn't run this
time... all's right with the world..." He lidded his eyes, the
blue-green seeming even more intense than usual. Reaching up, he
began to unbutton the shirt.

"Nnn..."
Ed traced the vein in Havoc's neck with the tip of his tongue, hands
sliding beneath his shirt and over his shoulders to expose the skin
under fabric. Light nips and licks trailed down, along his collarbone
slowly, following down with each release of a button.

"Ahhh..."
Havoc arched up into the youth's touch, purring deep in his throat.

Affection,
desire, want, need, trust... all those and more shone in burning
blue-green eyes.

Golden
eyes flicked up to look at Havoc's face as Ed's tongue slowly traced
the center line down between firm abs, dipping into the curve of his
navel to curl back out and up again. Fingers glided over dampened
skin with a feather light touch, down Havoc's sides, and Edward
brushed his lips over a pert nipple, teeth grazing gently against
skin.

"Nnnngg..."
Try as he might, he couldn't form coherent words, much less coherent
thought. His massively oversensitive body luxuriated in the sensuous
treatment, but it was wreaking havoc on his ability to think.

Edward
sat up then, after pushing Havoc's shirt down around his elbows, and
stretched out of his own shirt, tossing it aside. His hands rested
for only a moment on the older man's shoulders before trailing down
to rub all the way down his sides as Ed leaned over again, capturing
his mouth with his own. Hands running along well-muscled arms, Ed
didn't even notice when he slid one leg in between Havoc's thighs
during the kiss.

A soft
whimpering moan escaped Havoc's throat, even as his hands twined
possessively through Ed's hair.

A sparkle
of lavender flitted across golden irises, quickly hidden behind
closed eyes, Ed's control slipping for a fraction of a second upon
hearing those sounds as his hips rocked slightly, eliciting moans
from both parties and breaking the kiss, though their mouths were
still close enough to almost touch.

Havoc
circled his arms around Ed's neck, gently biting into his shoulder.
"Mine..." he whispered.

Edward
groaned slightly and nibbled on Havoc's ear. "Nnn...hai..."
he purred, nipping not quite so lightly just beneath his ear, hands
sliding down Havoc's body, thumbs hooking under the waistband of
military pants and tugging lightly.

Havoc let
his head fall back, a soft sound sighing out.

Whatever
you want... and I'll just ask you for more...

Ed slid
backwards slightly, sitting on Jean's knees, (Hmm...oddly familiar,
isn't it?) and lightly brushing his right hand across the fabric of
his pants, undoing the clasp and zipper in one swift movement.

He
reached back then, tugging off his and Havoc's boots and tossing them
aside before leaning back down and tugging again at the pants,
nipping affectionately at Havoc's hipbone. Ed's tongue traveled back
from there up his abdomen, distracting while he removed the other's
pants.

Slightly
cool automail fingers danced back up Havoc's left leg, along the
underside of a calf, towards the inside of a bare thigh, cutting off
before it got too close, teasingly. Edward moved down again, pausing
to nibble just below Havoc's navel as his braid fell over his
shoulder, the tip of it brushing right there.

Havoc
arched at the teasing touch, baring long sharp teeth at the pleasure
of it.

"Goddamn...
little... gopher..." he managed. Barely.

"Don't
see you doing anything about it..." Ed purred in response,
violet flecked golden eyes taking in the lean, tanned body beneath
him, tongue darting out to lick at his lips in anticipation at how
utterly edible Jean looked right now...gods!

His human
hand reached up, trailing ever so lightly down Havoc's side,
following the subtle arch of his back. Automail fingers slid back
upwards, settling at the small of Havoc's back, gently supporting his
hips just slightly off the floor as his other hand dipped beneath the
last thing that kept Jean from open air.

Lithe
fingers ghosted tauntingly close, only to flit away again before
reaching their supposed target, moving back to tug down lightly on
the fabric to reveal another inch of tanned skin. Eyes half closed,
Ed ran his tongue along the top of Havoc's hipbone, absently tugging
the fabric down further as his eyes closed completely and he simply
relished in the taste of Havoc's skin.

Havoc's
breathing hitched, then nearly stopped altogether. Several incoherent
thoughts swirled around his head, culminating in a helpless, breathy
squeak.

It had
been three years. Three long, very frustrating years.

Golden
eyes peered lazily up through thick lashes and a sparse veil of
scattered blonde strands, a grin coming to Ed's face. Tugging the
fabric down from around Jean's waist, he adjusted his position again,
now straddling just above the other man's waist.

Edward
smirked to himself as he leaned back to finish removing the garment,
a firm, warm hardness pressing against his lower back due to his own
movements. He tossed the article aside carelessly and sat back up,
grinning down at Jean and scooting back just far enough for taut
leather to brush against what his back had just seconds before and he
groaned just slightly, increasingly aware of just how tight that
leather was.

Two
neurons managed to fire through the haze and Havoc's eyes snapped
open. The blue-green in his eyes was only a thin ring around infinite
black.

"Dammit
Ed," he growled weakly, pulling the young man up for a fierce,
possessive kiss. "If you want to screw me senseless, just do it!
It's been three fucking years!" He bit into Ed's shoulder, not
even bothering to be careful about his teeth, and moved his hips up.

Ed issued
a sharp cry, pleasure mixed with pain as he felt sharp teeth pierce
skin. He pulled back, vaguely registering the pain as teeth were not
so gently removed from his shoulder, and he winced only shortly
before unfastening his own pants and pulling them off.

There was
a slight pause and Ed's eyelids fluttered momentarily as he felt the
rush of air. Then he was pulling Havoc towards him, upright, kissing
him like it was the first time and similarly the last.

He parted
from Havoc's lips after a moment, panting, as he rolled off of the
older man's lap to support his back against the wall, head tilted to
the side slightly to look at the slightly feline, more than a hundred
percent luscious, tanned body next to him.

"Touka...koukan...ne,
Jean...?" A grin slid onto Edward's face as he absently licked
his fingers to catch the faint hint of salt and the musky scent of
arousal, looking at Havoc expectantly.

Havoc
slithered up to Ed, facing him with a highly predatory look in his
eyes. "Shove the whole alchemy bit," he advised, tongue
running over the younger man's lower lip.

He dipped
his head, licking away the little dribbles of blood running from the
two marks in Ed's shoulder. As he did that, he ran his claws down
from the teen's opposite shoulder to below his hip – lightly,
not even leaving a mark on smooth skin.

"Force
of-nnnh-habit..." Ed hissed in a breath, only to have it catch
sharply at the sensation of claws raking down bare skin, arching into
the touch as it went lower.

The
golden braid that was normally so tidy had all but fallen apart now,
wispy strands cascading down around his face, tickling his shoulders.
Human hand twined fingers into short, tawny hair, automail tracing
Havoc's spine as Edward dipped his head to bite gently at the elder’s
neck, licking over the slightly reddened flesh to soothe irritation
away.

The more
he felt these human sensations, the more Ed felt alive...and the more
he was reminded that it had been three years...and that three years
was a really, really long time...and oh god it felt so good to be
held again like this!

Havoc
purred happily at the hand running down his spine; he was human
enough to know what the touch signified, but he was feline enough to
enjoy being petted. Even if it wasn't exactly like being petted like
a housecat...

He tucked
his head into the curve of Ed's neck and shoulder, breathing deeply
of the boy's unique scent.

Ed
swallowed hard, tilting his head back against the wall. He shifted
his position slightly, letting out a faint whimper as the hand on
Havoc's head applied a gentle pressure urging him lower. The younger
boy was doing all he could to be patient, but the aching in his groin
was wearing his patience very thin.

Havoc
ignored Ed's insistent urging, responding to a dim feeling of
revenge. He kissed his way up the side of the boy's neck, then
licking along Ed's jaw. "Magic word?"

"Nnnnnrghh!"
Frustrated slightly, and reminiscent of a certain very very long
train ride, Ed dipped his head to reach Havoc's lips, claiming them
roughly before pulling away. "I'm a lot more skilled in the art
of temptation now than I was then, Jean...I could do so many things
to make you beg it's not even funny...but your old tactics won't work
quite as well anymore, care to try something a bit more...bold?"
Throughout his little speech, Ed's voice remained surprisingly calm,
though tempting and coy.

Cool
automail brushed lightly against the inside of Havoc's thigh, and
then higher, a teasingly light touch that was gone in an instant.
"Nee...do you want me or not, Jean...?" Ed purred.

Havoc
grinned, rather cattishly. "You flatter yourself, Ed." His
hand mimicked what the boy's did seconds earlier, though his stayed
just a few moments longer. "I highly doubt that you could make
me lose control..." He leaned closer. "As for wanting
you... well..." His lips caught Ed's lightly and sweetly, a
drastic departure from their earlier kisses.

Ed moaned
softly against Havoc's lips, willpower all but melting away under the
lingering touch.

"I'm-ah-
not...nnnh...flattering myself-dammit- Jean..." Really, he
wasn't...he could do those things if he wanted to...it was just that
right now...he didn't really care...

"I'll
take your word for it..." Havoc murmured, nipping lightly at the
side of his neck. "But by all means, you're welcome to prove
it."

Another
brushing touch, and a hand running up the boy's back. But this time,
he kept his hand there.

Edward
reflexively arched his back away from the slightly cool touch, breath
hitching in his throat as his skin rubbed against Havoc's other hand.
"Jean, please..." He whispered breathily, more strongly
reinforcing the plea with a downward push against the other man's
head, automail fingers rubbing slowly up and down his spine.

The
blonde alchemist let out a slight whimper, barely rocking his hips.

Havoc's
purr doubled in intensity, and it kept going as he obeyed Ed's silent
plea. And it didn't let up.

Ed gasped
and moaned slowly when Havoc complied, fingers further tangling
themselves in his hair as his hips jerked forward of their own
volition. "Nnnnngh...Jeannn..."

Havoc
nipped the inside of the younger man's thigh lightly. His eyebrows
lifted humorously. "You called?"

Edward
shifted his hips just slightly, gritting his teeth to keep from
thrusting forward when Havoc's cheek lightly pressed against that
spot...damn it was hard not to just move and give up control to
desire. "Please..." He said it again, voice barely in check
and pleading with need and want.

Havoc
lightly trailed fingertips (with the claws sheathed) down Ed's leg.
"What about me?" he said, teasing. Honestly, he fully
intended to give Ed what he wanted, but he didn't see why he should
make it easy.

Shuddering
at the lightness of the touch and the taunting tone in Havoc's voice,
Ed swallowed forcefully and collected himself momentarily.

"You
don't think...I wouldn't have already...thought about-" he
hissed slightly, "-that...do you, Jean?" The younger's lips
quirked into an awkward grin, as gold eyes gazed down listlessly at
blue-green.

Havoc
yawned slightly, a cat's way of showing disbelief. "I'm sure...
Tell me, do you honestly have two functioning brain cells to rub
together right now?"

Lazily,
one claw slid out of a pad, and he gently tickled Ed's hip with it,
keeping the skin unbroken. "And if you don't answer
correctly..." he let the sentence hang, semi-ominously.

"Nnnnrrrgh..."
Ed tried to be coherent...really...he just didn't do a very good job
at it.

Instead
of trying again, he simple let out a whimper.

"Good
boy," Havoc purred, obviously amused. Having got the correct
answer, he proceeded to fulfill Ed's... desires...

Any
coherence that Ed had been trying to maintain simply melted away,
lost in Havoc's mouth. He moaned, fingers tightening their grip in
the other man's hair, subtle applications of pressure guiding his
movements.

It wasn't
long before Ed momentarily lost control and thrust into Jean's
throat.

...
follow your bliss, Edo-chan.

There was
a brief moment of searing clarity as sharp teeth grazed oversensitive
skin and Edward yelped, reflexively yanking back on Jean's hair to
pull his head back up.

Realizing
his roughness, the young alchemist released his firm grip, gently
massaging Jean's scalp with his fingertips as he used his automail
hand to lift the man's chin. Head spinning with the even more
demanding rush of desire, Ed leaned down and kissed Havoc
passionately.

This
time, he didn't just taste like cigarettes...

Pulling
away and panting slightly, he managed to force out the words. "Turn
around..."

Havoc
shook his head minutely, trying to work out the strain involved in
the abrupt whiplash. He obeyed Ed's order out of habit – he
mind felt so fuzzy that it was doubtful he could think for himself.

With
carefully controlled movements, Ed nudged Havoc forward onto his
hands' support, rubbing his fingertips over the other man's shoulders
and down his back, hands settling to hold his hips.

Pushing
himself up onto his knees, Edward sidled up behind Jean, pressing
into him as slowly as he could force himself to, so as to decrease
the amount of pain it would cause. Hands gripped Havoc's hips
tighter, biting his lower lip to keep from crying out at the
sensation of being buried in such a tight heat that it made his head
spin with giddiness and pleasure.

Havoc
wiggled a bit at the half-remembered sensation. He hissed a bit,
unused to the pain and wishing Ed would move his left hand just a few
more inches to the right...

Swallowing
hard, his entire body trembling faintly with anticipation, Ed pulled
back out slowly, not quite all the way.

After
pausing just a moment hovering on the edge, he entered again, fully
this time, gradually setting an excruciatingly slow rhythm, groaning
slightly. It was torturously slow, but remembering vaguely what
happened the last time he caused Havoc pain, Ed opted to give the man
time to relax before fucking him senseless.

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