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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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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!

One
Particularly Enlightening Train Ride

Rating:
PG13-R (AKA sorry guys, no actual sex scene, but there is the leading
up to and the after!)
Pairings: HavocxEd
Disclaimer: I don't
own FMA.Havoc andIzumi were written bymy friend,plot written by me.
It's like a collaboration fic.
Spoilers: None really, just
semi-smut.
Setting: Dublith and the train from Dublith to
Central.
Timeline: About a week after Al is restored.

A weary
blonde collapsed on the kitchen floor of a certain Izumi Curtis.

How was
it possible for one woman to have SO MANY DISHES! And USE them all!

Ed was
exhausted. WHY had he decided to come here? WHY did he have to come
here? He REALLY hoped that idiot Roy would send somebody to fetch him
home soon...

Izumi-sensei
was out with Al somewhere, Ed noted, thankfully. And were it not for
the fact that Izumi would no doubt catch him if he ran, Edward
would've high-tailed it out of there without looking back.

Dull
amber eyes gazed around at the kitchen...spotless...finally....

"Ugh...."
Ed wasn't even coherent after all that.

Havoc
walked through the streets, his eyes searching for the familar
stomping of boot-clad feet, a blonde braid, a somewhat funny looking
antennae ... But nothing.

He sighed
heavily and rummaged his pockets for a cigarette.

The
Colonel will kill me if I don't find him ... Or, that's even worse,
treat me like his pet again.

Havoc
shuddered at the thought.

When,
suddenly, he spotted a quite familiar looking house. He quickly
walked over to the door, discovering that, indeed, the sign right
next to the heavy wooden door read "Curtis." Relieved that
he had finally found what he had been looking for, he knocked at the
door, shouting:

"Fullmetal?
It's me, I'll bring you back to Central!"

Edward
vaguely registered the sound of a familiar voice aside from his
sensei's and Al's...but it took a minute for him to fully register
what the voice had said.

The
braided boy jumped up off of the kitchen floor with a newfound energy
that hadn't been there a second before, and sped to the door,
flinging it open and practically tackling the man outside, well, more
like he did tackle the man...

What
could he say? He was SAVED!

"Ow!"
Surprised by the sudden attack, Havoc stumbled backwards and barely
managed to keep himself from falling. It took him a few seconds to
finally note that the small blonde bundle clutching his back was
Edward Elric.

Havoc
blinked a few times.

"Glad
to see me, huh?" Havoc asked, in a somewhat awkward tone. Surely
people were already giving them odd looks. A teenager tackling a
uniformed man of the military was surely something you didn't see
every day.

After a
moment of pure relief, Ed realized their current situation.

One
extremely embarassed and apologetic blonde leaped back as though
repelled by an opposite magnetic force, back to the Lieutenant as he
nervously rubbed the back of his head, trying to get his nerves to
calm down.

"Saaa....gomen
ne-heheh! I wasn't thinking and just acted out completely! Pardon my
complete lack of anything remotely resembling respect!" And so
Ed rambled.

"It's
alright," Havoc grinned and lit his cigarette.

He took a
drag and was calm again in an instant. God save his daily dose of
nicotine.

Around
his cigarette, the older man grinned, "So, we better get going
soon. The train back to Central will leave in about 10 minutes
already."

Ed paused
with a slight jerk in his movements from the sudden stopping. "Aaa!
So soon!? K'so!!"

The
blonde alchemist spun around and grabbed the Lieutenant's jacket.
"Why didn't you say something before!!!"

With
that, Edward turned around and rushed back into the house, a trail of
apologies following him as he hurriedly gathered his things.

"So
sorry, do come in, have a seat I'll be done in a minute!"

Havoc
stepped into the house carefully. The Elrics' teacher was a kind of
scary person whom Havoc would rather not stumble across right now.

He
noticed how clean the house was ... It also smelled pleasantly. It
had probably been cleaned only a short while ago ...

"Ne,
Fullmetal! You did a great job cleaning the house!" he called
cheerfully. Ed had probably been forced to clean up by Izumi. Havoc
snickered at the mental image that thought gave him.

There was
the sound of something crashing in the other room, a muffled curse,
and the irritated noises that came from Ed trying to close his
overstuffed suitcase.

Suitcase
closed, the blonde dragged it out of his room. Or rather, he dragged
it about as far as it would go, then was jerked back as it decided to
get firmly lodged in the doorframe.

Ed
growled and proceeded to tug as hard as he could, bracing his
boot-clad feet against the doorframe.

Needless
to say, the suitcase wouldn't budge. At least it didn't at first.
Until it decided that it had sufficiently exhausted Ed to the point
of wanting to shoot it, at which point in time the suitcase suddenly
dislodged itself.

Needless
to say, Ed had still been tugging overly hard on the piece of
luggage, and the strength he had been putting into getting it loose
was now transformed into momentum that sent him flying backwards.

Crashing.Right.Into.Havoc.

Havoc
didn't even have the time to blink, as he was suddenly knocked over
by Edward, who was crashing hard into him. The impact on the hard
wooden floor knocked the air out of his lungs completely.
A shard
pain spread from his back to his ripcage, where Ed was lying
heavily.
Neither of them was able to move, Havoc from pain and
Edward from shock. It was dead silent, except for Havoc's rasping
intakes of breath. Eventually, the pain started to fade and Havoc
choked out a few words, his voice barely more than a whisper.

"Ed
... Get off ..."

The
bewildered boy in question slowly rolled off to the side, groaning a
bit woozily and muttering curses under his breath.

Edward
sat there for a while, flopped back and propped up by his hands,
trying to get his eyes to stop swirling.

"Araaaa.....can
somebody stop the room I'd like to get off...."

When
Havoc regained his breath, he sat up. He felt something like vertigo
spiking through him, but braced himself and faught it off.

"Uhhhh
..." he groaned, "seems like we can forget about our train
..."

Ed
snapped back to reality and was frozen stiff for a split second.

"WHAT?!
WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO TRAIN!"

The
braided alchemist tackled the unsuspecting military officer once more
into a prone position. "YOU HAVE TO GET ME OUT OF HERE!"

"Huh?"

Brilliant
answer, Havoc. Just brilliant.

Ed whined
and crawled over to his suitcase, beating on it as though that would
make time go back so he could fucking LEAVE this place.

"When...is
the next train...to Central...."

Havoc sat
up again, picking bits of ash from his uniform. His dignity had just
been squashed flat, along with his lungs. "In about an hour,"
he wheezed. "Trains run on an hour-fifteen schedule out in the
boonies, instead of the forty-five schedule they have in Central."

"An
hour....right..." Ed mused in a somewhat hazy way, slumping over
the suitcase. Izumi would be back...when did she say again? God he
hoped she wouldn't be back within the hour...they'd have to wait for
the NEXT train and maybe even the one after THAT if she did show
up...

Havoc lit
up another cigarette, cursing the little shrimp under his breath for
squishing the other one. "Do you just want to leave now and wait
for the train on the platform? It'll be a little warm, but definitely
doable."

He got to
his feet, biting back a groan from squashed bits and pieces of his
anatomy.

"Now?!
DEAR GOD YES LET'S!"

With that
Ed had proceeded to drag the overstuffed suitcase towards the front
door in a hasty break for freedom.

"Oy,
kid. You want me to carry your suitcase? It's a bit large for you."

Fume.

"WHO
ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL HE CAN'T EVEN CARRY HIS OWN SUITCASE!"

Havoc
held his hands up. "Woah, woah. Easy, Elric. I was just saying,
that's a bit overstuffed, we're in a hurry, and I thought maybe I
could carry it so you could run like hell, which you seem to want to
do."

He popped
his cigarette back into his mouth. Touchy little spud, isn't he?

“Right....run
like hell..." With that Edward dropped the suitcase and did just
that. Run like hell, that is.

Havoc
huffed a sigh. Scooping up the bag, he walked quickly away from the
Den of the Ninja Housewife.

-------------------------------

At
the station, Ed huffed and wheezed and otherwise displayed extreme
exhaustion, collapsing onto a bench inside the depot and heaving a
heavy sigh of relief at not getting caught along the way.

"Yokatta...."

Some
time later, Havoc loped up, the bag under his arm and his uniform
jacket over his shoulder.

"For
crying out loud," he panted. "It's hotter than blue blazes
here."

He
followed Ed's lead and collapsed onto a bench, the suitcase falling
to the ground.

Ed
grunted in response, throwing his red coat at the other bench and
nailing Havoc right in the face with it.

Heat
wasn't the problem, it was exhaustion, but this was nothing compared
to Izumi.

Havoc
clawed the thick red wool away from his face. "Hey, watch it,
short stuff!"

Ed
was up from the bench and tackling Havoc within the next two seconds,
growling.

"WHO
ARE YOU CALLING A FLEA SIZED ULTRA SHRIMP!"

"OOOF!"
For the third time that day – hell, that very hour –
Havoc had all the available air blasted out of his lungs.

"I...
didn't... say... that..." he managed, trying to keep the rabid
blonde from his throat. "Dammit, Elric, are you trying to kill
me?!"

"YES!"

The
blonde was still trying to claw furiously at Havoc's throat, failing
miserably as he was kept just out of reach by arms that just so
happened to be longer than his.

Desperate
times call for very desperate measures. Havoc rolled over and pinned
the boy to the ground. Unfortunately, passerby would see a grown man
straddling a young boy with said young boy's hands pinned above his
head. And both parties breathing heavily. But what the hell.

"Elric,
what the hell are you thinking?! If I show up dead, then what do you
think Colonel Mustang will do with you? It'd probably be a whole hell
of a lot worse than what your Deranged Ninja Sensei would do!"

Ed
swallowed hard, trying to regain his breath as shocked golden eyes
stared up at the Lieutenant, his mouth gaping open due to a failure
of coherent speech even remotely coming to mind. He was stock still.

"Thank
you." Havoc's eyes alighted on Ed's red coat, and an idea popped
into his brain. Returning the favor.

He
grabbed the thick wool and stuffed a generous corner of it (maybe it
was a sleeve?) into Ed's mouth. "That should keep you quiet!"
he said gleefully.

Gold
eyes widened even more as the braided alchemist suddenly let out a
girlish scream, which was almost entirely muffled due to the fabric
in his mouth, and began to wriggle beneath his captor, struggling to
escape frantically.

"Oh,
stop squirming kiddo. I'm not gonna do anything unless you want me
too."

The
Lieutenant pulled a cigarette out of his pack and lit it. Inhaling
deeply, he remarked, "You're not as fast or as strong as you
used to be."

Ed
stared in disbelief and attempted to exclaim something, but the cloth
still in his mouth made it entirely incoherent.

"MMDNHUNF!?"

Havoc
removed the wool from Ed's mouth. "Beg pardon?" he said
pleasantly. He inhaled deeply on his cigarette.

Ed
stared dumbly up at Havoc, opening his mouth to say something and
then snapping it shut again, only to open it once more just a second
later, and close it again. This went on for about five minutes.

"Well,
then. I suppose I can put the coat back in place, seeing as you don't
really have anything to say." Havoc reached out for the wool
again.

Ed's
eyes widened again and he shook his head vigorously.
"NONONONONONONONONONO!"

"Good.
Because some things are rather difficult with a wad of wool shoved in
your mouth." The older man grinned cryptically. "Yet,
somehow, some things are much more fun when you're gagged."

Ed
didn't even realize his jaw was hanging open again, as he stared
blankly at the Lieutenant, completely at a loss for words.

Havoc
scooted back, perching on Ed's knees. By necessity, this required
that he let Ed's wrists go.

He
kept most of his weight on his own knees. It was just common sense.
But he did allow his left hand to... 'slip'.

The
older man knew that he should be embarrased to touch Ed there. But he
wasn't. He wasn't going to question why.

Could
Ed's eyes widen any more? Probably not.

There
was about thirty seconds of the gears turning, comprehending, slow
and eventual realization. Put two and two together, Ed.

"WHATTHEFUCKYOUPERVERTWHATTHEHELLDOYOUTH
INKYOU'REDOING!"

In
one lightning quick movement, Ed pushed himself up further, tucked
his left leg in, and shot his foot out HARD into Havoc's groin.

There
was one of two things Havoc could do at this moment. One, to curl up
in a tiny, mewling heap. Two, to messily disgorge the contents of his
stomach on Ed.

"BLEARGH!"
Well, looks like it was the latter.

Edward
Elric couldn't do a thing but stare in horror at the putrid mess that
now covered his stomach and half his pants.

At
least, he couldn't do a thing for a few seconds.

"Tha...wha....y...ju...wa...EEEUUUUGGH!!
!!" The bile-covered alchemist started scooting back frantically
as if it would get him away from the horrid smelling mess. Seeing as
that didn't work, he scrambled over, letting gravity take most of it
off, as he slipped in the mess whilst trying to scramble away.

Having
recovered at preturnatural speed (what do you think military training
is for?), Havoc grabbed Ed's foot, yanking him back through the mess.
Then he got to his feet and planted a firm foot in the small of the
kid's back, squishing him in even further.

"YOU
ROTTEN LITTLE MAGGOT!"

Ed
suddenly felt sick, nose just inches away from the disgusting mess.
He made a sound that would be described as a mixture of a wheeze and
a yelp of pain as he felt a boot-clad foot pushed against his back.

"Guh....."
The alchemist's eyes were already watering at the hot liquid that was
starting to rise into his mouth. But Ed just bit his lip and
swallowed hard.

A
distant screech and whistle heralded the arrival of the train.
Hastily, Havoc removed his foot from the kid's back.

"Elric,
go get cleaned up. Now."

Having
the foot removed from his back allowed Ed to flip over onto his back,
catching the Lieutenant's ankle between his calves and, in turn,
sending the older man to the ground. "Make me, Lieutenant."
The blonde boy sneered.

Havoc
grabbed Ed's throat. For a few minutes he sat there and fumed. After
he had gotten scary enough to make even Mustang run screaming from
the room, he finally started to speak in a frighteningly calm voice.

"Don't
you dare go pulling rank on me you snotnosed little upstart. If it
wasn't for the fact that you were one of those wonderful little
alchemists, you would still be a civilian or a lowly private. But no.
You're one of those prodigies of a dead government, and you have a
rank that you don't deserve now or ever. At least Colonel Mustang
earned his rank a hundred times over."

Ed
hissed through his teeth. "You know damn well how he got that
rank...the only thing that makes him different than me is the fact
that he killed people and 'won the war against Ishbar' and was a
total suckup to his superiors after the war!"

"Do
you think he LIKED it? Do you think he sat there laughing while
people burned and died? Do you think he went back home and sat back
and relaxed?

"Don't
be an idiot, Major Elric. He wanted to try to bring all the dead
people back. The only reason why he didn't was because Hughes, bless
his soul, stopped him. The only reason why he didn't shoot himself in
the head after assassinating the Rockbells is because Dr. Marcoh
stopped him. He carries these deaths more heavily than you could ever
imagine. Even now, he's slowing going crazy from it."

As
Havoc ranted his grip got tighter and tighter around the kid's
throat.

Ed
simply closed his eyes and relaxed.

So
this is how I'm going to die, is it? Heh...I sure deserve it....

But
from the back of his mind there rose a flash of images. All of those
dreams...

Golden
eyes shot open again, one gloved hand reaching up to grasp a handful
of Havoc's shirt slowly as Ed tried to swallow, squeezing in a few
difficult breaths.

He
should've been the one to be defending Mustang...why he didn't
know....but he felt that he should have been the one...

Havoc
let go of the kid's throat. "Ch. You're not worth killing. What
would you care if the Colonel did anything like that? You're out for
yourself and only for yourself."

He
got up, peering out over the tracks.

Damn.
The train was coming and he was a mess. Luckily, the railroad system
was used to men in uniform looking like shit.

Ed
too got to his feet, staggering a bit and regaining his balance as he
rubbed his neck. His words were more rasped than spoken, as his
throat muscles slowly regained their natural flow of blood. "You're
wrong..."

Golden
eyes gazed with a fierce intensity at Havoc.

Havoc
kept his eyes on the train slowly trundling towards them. "Am I?
Have you ever fought for something bigger than yourself? Have you
ever dedicated your life to save innocent people from a madman? Have
you sacrificed your morals and ideals for a single goal that will
better the lives of millions of people?

"I
applaud you for risking your life to save your brother. But to me, it
makes no difference."

"I'm....not
that strong...." It was hard to admit for Ed, but he knew it was
true. Roy would always be the bigger man...Roy was always that much
better than him...and he really fucking hated it, but that's how it
was.

"But
you're wrong in saying that I wouldn't care..." A tousled blonde
head of hair entered Havoc's peripheral vision as Ed stepped up next
to him.

"Do
you care?"

The
train screeched to a halt. "Grab your coat, kiddo, and get
onboard. I'll get your case and my jacket. We can clean up inside."

"I
do care...." It was a half-hearted mumble, but it meant more
than that. Even if nobody heard it, Edward did.

The
blonde alchemist grabbed his coat and climbed aboard, looking back
over his shoulder at the older, yet lower ranked, officer.

And
he'll never know how much I care...he can't know...

Havoc
grabbed Ed's suitcase, grunting at the weight of it. Is there another
Elric in here or something?

The
man had heard Ed's half-hearted mumble, but chose to ignore it. His
pride was still sore about the pipsqueak's jab at his authority, and
he wasn't inclined to belive in any good side the little shit may
have shown.

He
hauled the luggage onboard, acknowledging the conducter's sardonic
grin.

----------

The
blonde and foul smelling alchemist sat uncomfortably on the edge of
one of the plush, comfortable seats in the private,
military-exclusive escort car.

He
wasn't uncomfortable necessarily because he was covered in drying,
stinking spew, but rather because it was just the way the previous
conversation with the Lieutenant sitting across from him (in an
equally foul state of cleanliness, of course, Ed had made sure of it)
in complete silence.

If
Havoc had been anyone else, he would have been sulking. Now... He was
annoyed, certainly, but he realized that Fullmetal was still a little
kid. Sure, he was a great alchemist, one of the best ever produced in
the country, but he still knew squat about Real Life™.

He
wrinkled his nose. "Y'know, something, kid? You smell awful."

Edward
scowled in response, wrinkling his own nose. "So do you...and
it's your fault too...."

Fullmetal
shifted a little uneasily on the edge of the seat.

"Agreed.
Now, your suitcase is on the overhead rack. I'm going a couple cars
down to draw from Supplies. And bring back something stink-proof that
we can put our clothes in."

Havoc
got up to leave. He felt in his pocket. "DAMMIT!" he
wailed.

There
was a deviously cattish grin on Ed's face as he watched the way the
Lieutenant became much like a child who'd lost his favorite toy.

"Neeee,
Lieutenant...looking for these....?"

The
blonde alchemist flashed an unopened pack of cigarettes that was
quickly replaced in his pocket.

Havoc
entertained detailed fantasies of beating Fullmetal into a stringy
red smear on the upholstry. But then Colonel would have his hide, and
that would be even worse.

"I
hate you," he growled, stalking off like an offended cat.
Plotting straightforward revenge against the blonde pipsqueak.

"Goddamn
gopher," he grunted before he exited the car.

Edward
was actually rather surprised by the lack of retaliation. He'd really
expected the Lieutenant to scramble for the prized addiction.

He
didn't hit him that hard....did he?

A
blonde head peeked out of the car, golden eyes staring after Havoc.

A
quick glance over his shoulder told Havoc that Fullmetal was watching
him, and his eyebrows snapped together. Usually the pipsqueak would
be off flaring insanely about any crack about his height. Now...
there was just a dumbstruck look on his face.

That's
certainly an improvement, he thought sardonically. Opening the Supply
car, he searched for the Men's 22 B box.

The
alchemist blinked, still astounded and somewhat in a state of shock,
as he stepped out of the car and idly followed the path that Havoc
had taken, not really realizing it at the moment.

Havoc
found the crate, pried it open and pulled out a black shirt. Thank
god for army issue. He stripped off his soiled shirt.

"Oh
damn." He rooted around for a bag to hold the wad of messy black
cloth.

By
the time Ed had made it to the Supply car, he'd already chucked his
boots over his shoulder, wadded up his coat and gloves, and was in
the process of awkwardly trying to get off his jacket with just one
hand.

The
blonde boy made a point of not looking at Havoc, and attempted to
busy himself by digging through the available clothing in hopes of
finding something that actually would fit him.

It
wasn't because he was small. No. Not at all.

It
was because everybody in the military was gigantic.

Somehow,
Havoc managed to rustle up a canvas mail bag (empty, duh) and shoved
his old shirt far back into the bag. He made his way to the M-22-B
crate and saw something rather unexpected.

"What
the hell are you doing here, gopher-boy?"

"Feh...trying
to find clean clothes, what the hell does it look like..."

Ed
still didn't look up at the Lieutenant, seeing as he was too busy
yanking off his shirt to add to the growing pile of foul clothes that
was atop his also foul coat, which he'd just so happened to decide to
use as a bundle for the mess when he was done.

"Like
you're going to find anything to fit you here," Havoc scoffed.
"You're way too short. Like a goddamn head-sitting gopher that
goes 'yap'. Now, can I have my cigarettes back?"

Havoc
then promptly got a face full of putrid smelling jacket, followed
almost instantly by a rabid, half-naked alchemist tackling him to the
ground. Or rather, the floor, as well as whatever the Lieutenant
happened to be standing in front of at the time.

"OUF!"
For the FOURTH time in an hour and a half, Havoc got all the air
blasted out of his lungs. But this time he had an icky jacket shoved
in his face, so he was infinitely unhappier about it.

"WHY
YOU LITTLE...!" He peeled Ed off and stood up, dangling the
hissing and spitting little alchemist out at arm's length. "I
ought to skin you alive and rub salt on you!"

Yup.
It was going to be a long train ride.

"It's
your fault!!!"

Ed
proceeded to flail about miserably, trying to get a hold of something
he could bite, scratch, claw, or otherwise maul.

The
Lieutenant shook Ed. "Get a grip, you twerp!" he roared.
"Do I have to knock you senseless?"

Havoc
stood there, giving glare for glare until the kid backed down.

"Kyaa!!"
Edward Elric was not going to back down.

Instead,
he clung despite being shaken.

"Take
it back and maybe I'll let go!"

"Take
a minute to think, kid. Are you really in any position to tell me
what to do? I'm bigger, faster, stronger, and heavier than you are.
If you really piss me off, I'll let you do a convincing bird
impression out the back door. The good Colonel will just have to lump
it."

There
was a clapping sound and Ed's right hand hovered over his pocket.
"Take it back or I'll transmute your damn smokes into a figurine
of you kissing Mustang's ass!"

Havoc
swung Ed gently. "Go ahead. It'll just make me madder than hell.
Oh, by the way, Colonel Mustang gave me leave to tie you up in a
nice, neat package." His eyes narrowed. "And one other
thing."

Ed
pouted indignantly and managed to wriggle out of the older man's
grasp and get to his feet again, throwing the small, rectangular box
at Havoc's face as he growled and started digging in the clothes
again.

It
was a rather spontaneous change of pace, but Ed didn't even say a
word, giving no indication as to just what it was that made him give.

Havoc
shrugged, not questioning his good fortune. He really didn't want to
beat up the little twerp anyway, so he guessed it was all okay.

He
opened the pack and pulled out a cigarette. Then he realized he still
didn't have a shirt on. Following normal logic, he popped on one of
the standard-issue black shirts then lit the cigarette. Ahhh... much
better...

He
tossed down the mailbag. "Put your dirty clothes in here."

Edward
grunted in reply and shoved the jacket and coat into the bag,
followed shortly by his shirt, gloves, and pants.

Ignoring
the fact that he was all but naked in front of the man who's hand
just so happened to slip earlier, the braided blonde rummaged around,
trying to find something that would at least not look like a dress on
him.

"Check
in the boxes marked 'M-5'," Havoc advised, making his way
towards the door. "Those should fit you. And when you're done,
bring the bag back into our car – I'll need to stow it with our
luggage." He yawned around his cigarette. "For now, I'm
going to go take a nap."

Ed
grumbled something incoherent and raised a hand in a thanking but
mostly dismissive gesture, finding said box and digging for the right
articles of clothing.

Havoc
made his way back to their car, sitting down on the seat with a
grateful sigh. "What a day."

After
extinguishing his cigarette, he dropped off into a snooze.

After
finding the necessary clothing, and, conveniently, a pair of boots
that actually fit him as well, the blonde boy untied his braid,
finding a tap and wetting his hair.

After
sufficiently giving up on making the braid look good with his current
state of dress, Ed simply tied his hair back into a ponytail, much
like he'd done when he was younger, and alchemized himself dry.

Satisfied,
Ed neglected to actually close the jacket, as he tended to do, and,
picking up the bag (once it was sealed rather well of course) , he
closed the door to the supply car behind him, making his way back to
where Havoc was resting.

Once
there, the boy stretched out himself across the opposite seat,
yawning rather loudly and staring at the ceiling.

Hrm...
pork chop sandwiches.... yummy... Why can't they ever serve good food
in the mess? Havoc's nose twitched a bit. Yeah... Pork chop
sandwiches and good beer... and some of that northern chocolate
too... M'mm... and stop issuing these crap cigarettes... m'mm...
maybe something like the ribs Dad used to make when I was little...
All we ever get is SOS and maybe some tinned fruit if we're lucky.

He
was unaware of the unhappy little growl that he made.

Ed
blinked and poked at Havoc's leg with the toe of his boot. Despite
the fact that the little voice in the back of his head warned him
that the man was probably dreaming about boiled shrimp.

Or...
maybe chicken... Poke poke. Honeyed ham? Poke poke. Good barley
beer... none of that watered-down shit they give us on holidays...
Poke poke.

"Goddammit,
man, what's your problem?" Havoc snarled, opening up an eye.

"Eheh....nothin'....just
bored..." Ed sat up again, sighing heavily as golden eyes
settled on the glint of automail.

"You
know...there wasn't anybody there to stop us..."

Havoc
woke all the way up in two nano-seconds flat. "Beg pardon?"

"We
were too young to know any better...and everybody else was too
oblivious to know what we were trying to do..." Ed flexed his
automail fingers slowly. "It's a good theory...but just what is
equivalent trade..."

A
little warning buzzer in the back of Havoc's mind went off. This was
one of those Bad Subjets that he tried his damnedest to stay away
from. But the kid looked like he needed help, so he tried.

"Maybe...
I dunno, maybe you were supposed to do what you did. Trading your
innocence for a kind of wisdom. Trading your idealism for truth.

"Shit,
man, this isn't my area of expertise. I like problems that I can fix
by the mimimum application of philosophical thought. Isn't the theory
of equivalent trade a crock of shit?"

"I
don't know..." Ed let his hands rest on his legs and looked up
from his brooding to look across at Havoc. "If you were in
Mustang's place, would you have done it?"

Havoc
sat back. Well, now. Seeking vindication, are we?

"If
I knew what I knew now, no. But if I didn't... maybe. I don't know.
How could I? I never had the power to do that. I never wanted it. I
always thought it was more honest to kill someone face-to-face and to
fix them the old-fashoned way. Alchemy's so... impersonal. It
dehumanizes our instincts. Instead of relying on falible guns, you
rely on an infinite source of whatever. You have a lesser chance of
paying for your sins."

He
felt his cheeks begin to warm. Dammit! BAD conversation!

"Alchemy
for the people...it's a good coverup, but that's all it is really..."
Ed moved to the other side of the compartment, settling himself on
the seat next to Havoc.

"But
when it comes time to fight..." He looked at his feet.

Cry,
let slip loose the dogs of war...

Edward
shuddered.

"When
it comes time to fight you guys are the perfect fighting machines.
Able to wipe out an entire city in seconds flat. You can protect
yourselves better than the common footsoldier and kill faster.
Perhaps kill them mercifully, I don't know. I don't really care.

"All
I know is when I see the Colonel snap his fingers, I want to throw up
because I can smell burning humans. And I know he can too."

Havoc
stared moodily out the window at the landscape. "In that Ishbar
war that you're always harping on, people like me and Liza became
cannon fodder. Because you damned alchemists are too good at killing
people." He smiled bitterly. "Bet you never thought of it
that way."

"Most
of us aren't like Gran and Kimbley you know..." Edward sighed
again and turned to curl up in the seat, leaning back against Havoc.

"It's
not like they wanted to do it...it was an order..."

"That's
not my point. My point is that we were ordered to protect the
alchemists, not ourselves. Our camp was attacked in the middle of the
war. Fifty footsoldiers were killed outright. Twenty more were
mortally maimed – not mortally wounded, but maimed. It was
horrible. I was a walking wounded. Everyone who could still hold a
gun was ordered to hold perimeter around the alchemists while medics
came to patch them up. Not the footsoldiers. The alchemists."

The
Lieutenant's voice was thick with loathing and bitterness, but he was
beyond caring.

"Damn
military pigs...." Ed himself felt almost the same way about the
military, using the alchemists as the most deadly of weapons.

That's
all they were to the Fuhrer...weapons...

"At
least you're not just there to make the military look good like they
really care about people...at least you're not just the military's
cheap shot that they pull out to flatten the competition when it gets
too bloody..."

"Of
course. You wouldn't see it like that. You'd only see it from the
alchemist's point of view, the Great Wrong that was forced on them by
the Führer. I guess it's only natural." Havoc sighed and
leaned his head back against the back of his seat. "But I'm
probably boring you, so I'll shut up now."

"And
of course you'd only see it from the point of view of a soldier who's
purpose was destroyed when the Alchemists came to town..." Ed
replied sullenly, with a slight hint of the same begrudging tone.

"Hell,
yeah! I was almost killed by an alchemist! Stupid fuck went crazy and
flared off on our squad. Killed three of my friends, so forgive me if
I'm a little embittered." Havoc glared down at the short
alchemist, hoping basely that the gopher would spontaneously combust.

"S'not
my fault Bradley was crazy enough to send the Crimson Alchemist out
there with a Philosopher's Stone, and besides, from what I've read
your squad got it easy compared to HIS..."

Golden
eyes closed with a sigh. "If I could make up for everything that
happened back then I would...but there's nothing anybody can do about
it now..." Ed felt strangely comfortable leaning against the
older man. Maybe it was the smell of smoke lingering in his clothes
that made the volatile little hellchild in his mind curl up in a ball
and purr like a helpless kitten. "I'm sorry about your
friends..." He added, remorsefully.

"There's
a lot that didn't make it to the history books, kid. We weren't
heroes like the Colonel. We constantly got trashed by both sides –
point duty is hell on earth, all blood and no glory. Don't let anyone
tell you different..." Havoc trailed off. And finally decided to
give up.

"Don't
worry about my friends. All nine of them were given proper burials. I
made sure of that. It's the only thing I could do to make the war
just a little bit better."

"There's
no such thing as a war hero...and if there was...the title would
never go to an alchemist...that would be like giving a promotion to a
rocket launcher for hitting its target..."

Ed
shifted again, blonde head now resting against Havoc's leg, as his
ponytail fell over into the older man's lap. "Fame and glory
isn't all it's cut out to be...you're lucky..." Golden eyes
looked up at him.

Havoc
snorted slightly. "A promotion to a rocket launcher? I should
throw that one out to Armstrong next time he gets uppity." He
kept his head back against the rest, trying to keep a headache at
bay. "Damn it, where are my cigarettes?"

Ed
heaved a sigh and pulled the carton out of the breast pocket of the
uniform he was wearing. "You left them in the Supply car..."

"Dammit,
I knew my pockets were too light." The nicotine addicted
Lieutenant looked down at the carton of cigarettes. "I only wish
they gave us better ones," he said mournfully. "These are
cheap, disgusting tobacco. Army Supply sucks." He felt around in
his pockets. Pulling out his lighter, he lit the end and inhaled
deeply. "Ahh... much better."

"Nn..."
Ed closed his eyes, turning onto his side in the seat to nestle his
face into the fabric at Havoc's hip, in attempt to filter the smoke
that would soon drift through the car. The smell of it made him feel
warm and fuzzy, but the smoke itself made him choke.

Almost
out of instinct, Havoc laid his hand on Ed's head. "Sorry. You
want me to stop?"

Ed
turned his head slightly to look up at the older man with a small
smile. "S'okay...I'll be fine...'sides...'s comfy..."

That
said, the blonde alchemist snuggled back in against Havoc's hip with
a content sigh.

Havoc
let his head fall back. At least he could take a nap without that
horror from hell bothering him... but he didn't exactly trust where
those dreams could lead.

He
dragged deeply on the cigarette. What the hell. Fullmetal isn't
complaining. He drifted off into a deep snooze.

Noticing
the Lieutenant's breaths begin to slow and even out, Edward gathered
that he was sleeping. Still catching the faint whiff of smoke in the
air, Ed rolled over, lightly touching his hands together and reaching
up to snuff out the smoldering tip of the cigarette.

Goddamn,
I'm tired. And what the heck? Why is my mind playing back scenes from
that book I read last week? Ow, ow OW!

"Fullmetal,
goddammit, you're pointy! THAT HURTS!"

Ed
winced and retreated to his former position, looking up at the
Lieutenant with apologetic and slightly hurt golden eyes, that is, if
Havoc would've looked.

"Sorry...but
you shouldn't doze off with a lit cigarette..."

"Oh.
Sorry." Havoc took the extinguished stump down. "I get so
used to it that I fall asleep with a cigarette at least once a week."
He grinned ruefully. "Bad habit?"

"Normally
I'd just say smoking is a bad habit in itself...but I think with you
it's just one of those little quirks that highlights your
personality..." The blonde boy smiled genuinely up at the man,
snatching the cigarette and putting it to his own lips. "It just
doesn't suit me like it does you, ne?"

Havoc
gave a strangled little chuckle. "Good Lord, no. You'd kill
yourself. I can see it now, getting beaten to a pulp by your little
brother because you're very definately NOT a smoker." He
snatched it back. "Besides, you look more than just slightly
ridiculous."

"Yeah...Al'd
never let me live that one down..."

Ed
pushed himself into a sitting position and turned around, swinging
his legs up onto the seat so that they went over Havoc's, feet
resting on the other side of him. The blonde leaned forward against
his knees, staring out the window with a sigh before turning his head
to rest on his knees, gold eyes looking now at Havoc. Ed was smiling.

Havoc
cocked his head. "Entertaining visions of me getting mauled by
your brother?" he asked pleasantly.

Ed
chuckled lightly, grinning now. "You're worse than me thinking
you were dreaming about boiled shrimp..."

Earth
to Ed, what have you been sniffing?

Ed
to Earth, military issue cigarette smoke, what else?

Earth
to Ed, you are a moron.

Ed
chose to ignore the little voice in his head after that, looking
again out the window at the brilliant array of color that spread
across the sky with the setting sun. So it wasn't raining...that's
odd...

Havoc
gave a snorted chuckle. "Boiled shrimp? Kid, I hate seafood. All
kinds of seafood, shrimp included. Give me a good steak any day, and
I'll be happy." He lit another cigarette. "What the heck
got boiled shrimp in your head, anyway?"

This
is one habit that I have GOT to break soon. Die by the time I'm
forty, I will. He smiled to himself. Or at least start smoking better
cigarettes..

Ed
was, needless to say, a bit surprised when Havoc didn't catch the
reference to his height and further it by calling him a gopher
again...

"Naa...it's
nothing..." Ed wrinkled his nose a bit, ducking his face into
the smoke-free zone otherwise known as Havoc's open jacket.

Havoc's
eyebrows shot up so far and so fast that he nearly gave himself a
headache. "Oi, oi! What's wrong?" He wanted to peel the kid
off, but got the distinct (not unpleasant) feeling that it would be
rude. Sort of.

The
blonde boy mumbled something that resembled "Nuffin..."

Nuzzling
his head up under Havoc's right arm and wriggling his flesh and blood
arm behind Havoc's back, Ed discovered that this was surprisingly
comfortable, an added plus to the whole warm and fuzzy feeling that
the aroma of smoke seemed to give him. Just the smell, mind you, his
head was buried for a reason, as the alchemist didn't want to gag on
the smoke itself.

"...Okay..."
Not really sure how to explain the phenomenon, Havoc decided to do
the safe thing and just go with it. He gingerly put his right hand on
the kid's back, idly twining his fingers through the loose ponytail.

He
inhaled through the cigarette. Man, the Colonel's gonna be pissed if
he finds out... Fraternization was right under insubordination on
Mustang's List of Very Bad Things to Do.

Ed's
voice was muffled, but still understandable, as he nuzzled his head
in such a way to be able to peer up at Havoc, but still to have his
mouth and nose filtering air through the fabric of his shirt.

"Neee...anou...that
whole...thing...earlier...."

There
wasn't really any easy way to say it, as it wasn't long before Ed
buried his face completely once more, due to the heat he felt rising
to his cheeks.

"Eh?"

What
thing? We've been arguing since before we got on the train... Oh.
Havoc could feel the color rising to his own cheeks. If he's talking
about what I think he's talking about... well, then FUCK. Okay. Not
the best choice of words there, Havoc. SHIT.

"What
do you mean?" he asked, striving for casual curiosity. And
probably failing.

Ed's
voice was less muffled now, but only because he was looking somewhat
down, in order to hide his face still from the older man.

"I..er...um.....I
mean.....uhh....erm....."

Damnit,
since when did this get so hard!

"Look,
kiddo, if you're mumbling about what I think you're mumbling about,
we're both screwed as far as the military laws go. If not, just come
out and say it."

All
right, so maybe that was a little harsh.

Starting
to get frustrated, Ed reached up with his automail hand, pinching off
the lit end of Havoc's cigarette and plucking the cancer stick from
his mouth, promptly tossing it over to the other side of the booth as
he raised his head out from under the man's arm.

Gold
eyes half glared at the Lieutenant as Edward's voice came out a bit
more whiny than he'd meant for it to.

"This
isn't about military laws it's about you and you touching me there
and I just....!"

Halfway
through Ed found that he couldn't finish his little rant due to a
sudden and very extreme embarrassment. His face must've been so
red...

Havoc
bit his lip, whether to stop himself laughing or for chewing out the
little runt for pinching his cigarette. "I don't exactly see you
warding me off with a string of garlic, gopher-boy." He shook
the kid off to go find the cigarette before it set the booth on fire.
"And I don't think I'm going to apologize, as a simple 'I'm
sorry, won't do it again' would just make you even madder than you
already are," he said, bending over to pick up the cigarette.

"Damn
it, that's half a pack in one day," he growled.

While
Havoc was bent over, Ed grabbed hold of the other man's belt, yanking
hard and quickly scooting over a bit so that the larger, heavier
figure wouldn't smush him, as Havoc was pulled back into his seat
once more, before being able to retrieve the already snuffed
cigarette butt.

Sitting
on the Lieutenant's lap, Ed made it quite clear that he wasn't just
going to drop it, and that Havoc's answer was not the one he was
looking for.

Havoc
poked Ed hard. "Don't give me that look, kiddo. I meant what I
said. If I apologized, you'd do something ungodly to me, and then I'd
have to explain why I have tentacles growing out of my face. Admit
it. Now get off, you're squashing me."

"I
don't want an apology, Lieutenant...what I want is an
explanation...." Ed tilted his head slightly, loosely draping
his arms around Havoc's neck and waiting for an answer. "And
no...I'm not going to get off..."

"Fine.
The quick explanation is that I like you. Are you going to be happy
with that, or are you going to run me through an entire
interrogation?"

Ed
blinked, tilting his head a bit more.

"But
I thought....what about Mustang? You're always sticking up for
him..." The alchemist frowned slightly. "And why are you
such a jerk to me then!"

Despite
his attempt to seem unphased, or at least not curious or embarrassed,
the blood rising to his cheeks was betraying the uneasiness Ed was
feeling.

"I'm
always such a jerk to you because you're a screaming idiot! It's
bloody obvious that you like Mustang more than you'd care to admit
and it drives me nuts that you're always badmouthing him. If that's
how you show how you like people, then I probably should rethink
liking you. Now get off."

Ed
was trying to think of a good retort to that...

The
operative word being trying. And failing, only managing to make him
blush more.

Finally,
Edward blurted out:

"Then
why do you like me if I'm a screaming idiot!"

Havoc
shrugged. "Why do people like other people? All I know right now
is that I'm seriously reconsidering any advances and the fact that
you're cutting off the circulation to my right leg. Either get off or
shift your weight."

Confused,
angry, frustrated golden eyes brimmed with hot, unshed tears as the
older Elric's bottom lip quivered just the slightest bit, and he was
forced to bite it to keep it from continuing, as measured, but still
unsteady breaths passed through his nostrils, and he kept his mouth
shut.

It
was the only thing Ed could do just then...there was so much to say
but nothing could be said at all.

I
hate you...why can't you just make sense...I hate him...he's such a
jerk to me...I need to understand...I need you...I need him...you're
both so warm so how can you be so cold....

Havoc
puffed out a tight little sigh. He hated it when people got looks
like that. "I'm sorry," he finally said. "That came
out harsher than I intended it to. It's just... I'm antagonizing you,
you're being a bratty kid." He pushed his finger against Ed's
pert nose. "If we're going to continue this conversation, either
scoot closer or sit on my knees. My legs are seriously asleep."

Ed
took the former option, scooting closer and promptly burying his face
in the cloth covering Havoc's shoulder, frustrated with himself, with
the man who's lap he sat on, with another man who had sent this man
to fetch him back...but mostly with himself...because he didn't
understand any of it, and because he was weak.

The
blonde alchemist held back most of the sounds that came with crying,
but his ragged breaths were a dead giveaway, even if he didn't let
slip a pathetic whimper every so often.

Havoc
sighed, hugging the kid tight. He wasn't really quite sure what he
could say, so he didn't say anything.

He
leaned his head against the kid's lending what comfort he could.

Edward
sniffed slightly, trying to pick up any hint of that smoky musk that
for reasons unknown just comforted him. He wiped his eyes on Havoc's
jacket, trying to compose himself and leaning back slightly so he
could look at the older man's face.

He
opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out, and he'd
almost just forgotten what he was going to say, so he closed it
again, though lips barely parted in case he were to try again.

He
couldn't say it, but he could think....he knew....but he didn't know
how to say it....

I....I
want to know....need to know....to understand....

Havoc's
eyebrows lifted slightly. "Don't cry Ed. Whatever's wrong, it
isn't worth it. Trust me." He tugged gently at the long gold
ponytail. "Is there something you want to ask me?"

Once
Ed's breathing had returned to a speech coherent state, the blonde
boy leaned forward, so close that his lips brushed Havoc's lightly,
and his whisper was just as light.

"Teach
me…”

Havoc
returned the 'kiss' with a light one of his own – more of a
question than an answer. "Are you sure?" he murmured.

"Do
you like me or not..." It was more of a rhetorical question,
really.

"Just
take the opportunity before I start thinking rationally again...."
Ed shifted slightly on Havoc's lap. He wanted to know....but...he
was...afraid too...

The
corner of Havoc's mouth quirked. "You might not like the way I
taste," he joked. "All that smoke may have made me sour."

He
decided that he wanted to see Ed's hair down, so he tugged the band
out.

Ed
shifted again, nervously, trying to keep eye contact but finding his
eyes wandering and trying to avoid it. He swallowed compulsively,
licking his lips lightly.

All
of the slow, stalling gestures were starting to make him uppity, and
the blonde alchemist surprised himself when he heard a little whine
slip loose.

Havoc
chuckled at the adorable little noise. "Shy?" he purred.

Ed
blushed slightly, pouting indignantly as he looked at Havoc, this
time keeping eye contact.

Havoc
chucked again, then threw all caution to the winds. He caught Ed in a
fierce kiss, his arms tightening around the boy.

Ed's
eyes widened in surprise, body going rigid at first. It was so
sudden, he wasn't expecting it...

But
after a few moments, his eyes closed, and he let his body move of its
own volition, lips parting in a startled gasp as his grip too
tightened, pulling himself as close as was possible.

Heaven.
Paradise. This limp boy against him, their arms so tight that it was
hard to breathe.... The semi-sweet taste of his mouth, the feel of
the boy's long hair brushing his face. Everything was so perfect.

Havoc
broke the kiss. "Happy?" he panted. He rested his forehead
in the curve of the boy's neck and shoulder. "Damn. Are you sure
this is your first time?" Unable to resist, he nuzzled Ed's
neck.

Ed
sighed heavily after regaining his breath, nuzzling his face into the
crook of Havoc's neck and smiling, wriggling just a bit at the feel
of the other man's breath against his own neck, tickling.

"Saaa...arigatou,
Jean..."

It
was the first time the boy could recall that he'd used the
Lieutenant's first name...

Havoc
let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. All's well that
ends well, he thought, amused and relived.

The
moment was perhaps a bit spoiled when his stomach rumbled.

Ed
moved his head back to look down at Havoc's stomach, as though it
were some unexpected small furry creature that had jumped up in the
middle of the bed during....well...things....

Havoc
grinned lopsidedly. "Sorry about that. You have to be aware
though, that I technically have nothing left in my stomach, owing to
a rather embarrassing incident earlier? Let's grab something to eat
and talk about what just happened."

Practicality,
not romanticism.

Ed
blushed furiously, looking back up at Havoc and pouting rather
cutely.

"You
don't have to remind me." The blonde alchemist looked away
pointedly and added as a mumbled afterthought, "I'm sorry…."

Havoc
kissed the cute little nose. "Don't be. I'm used to it, trust
me."

That
comment warranted a quirked brow and a sarcastic look from one
National Alchemist.

"I
thought Roy was your problem, not the girls...."

Insert
one very smug and very teasing look here from one Edward Elric.

Havoc
quirked his own brow right back. "I'm sure you know all about
that." He leaned in to steal a quick, hard kiss.

Ed
hadn't been expecting that one at all, and for a moment he just sat
there and blinked.

Trying
to look as miffed as possible, and utterly failing when a grin broke
through, the blonde alchemist shook his head.

After
a pointedly long moment of just letting the silence linger, Ed got up
and moved to the other benchlike plush seat, stretching out to get
comfortable. "Go get something to eat, if you're going to teach
me I don't want you to be distracted by something like an empty
stomach..." That Grin was still in place.

Havoc
nodded agreeably, getting up and shrugging off his jacket. Leaving
only the tight, black, revealing army-issue tee shirt. "Fair
enough. You want anything?"

And
somewhere between his previous statement and the Lieutenant removing
his jacket, all coherent thought ceased to exist.

Ed
stared blankly for a moment, before nodding dumbly and replying in an
equally dumb way.

"Sex-ImeannothanksI'mfine!
Youjustgogetfu-OOD, right, food,
andI'lljustsithereandthinkaboutfuck-Imea nsex-Imeansleepingto-
er....sleeping...just....yeah..."

Havoc
blinked. Then, as the incoherent string of babble finally decoded
itself, he grinned, slowly, evilly, and seductively. "Sure
thing, Edward."

He
turned around and left, heading to the supper car to grab a mug of
water and a few sandwiches.

"I..you...food...you....me....fuck....HO
LY SHIT!!"

The
first words were mumbled, babbled if you will, in a barely audible
tone, but as realization hit him, his voice rose tremendously. He
scrambled out of the sectioned off booth, effectively crashing into
the door on the OTHER side of the aisle, getting back to his feet in
a half a daze, and just stumbling back into the booth and collapsing
on the seat again.

Havoc,
having grabbed enough food for him and Ed, made his way back to their
compartment.

He
paused in the doorway, slightly bewildered at the dazed look on Ed's
face. "Yo. Fullmetal?"

Ed
snapped out of his daze, only to blurt out the one thing he didn't
mean to blurt.

"SEX!
I mean...hi there..."

Havoc
deposited his spoils on the empty bench and leaned over to kiss Ed,
long and hard.

"Didn't
know I had that effect on you," he murmured against the boy's
lips.

Edward
leaned forward as Havoc moved away to eat, whining in protest.

On
another note, the blonde alchemist had come to realize that just
because the military issue pants looked like they were looser, didn't
mean they actually were....

Havoc
sat down, leaned back, and generally made himself as... er...
available as possible. He bit into a cream cheese and watercress
sandwich. "Care to join me?" he purred.

Ed
swallowed hard, tugging off the uniform jacket he was wearing in
favor of cooler, more comfortable openness. He hadn't even noticed
until now how damn hot that jacket was...or...maybe it wasn't until
now...

The
boy attempted to occupy himself by pointedly observing the specks on
the ceiling.

He's
a cute kid when he's in denial, Havoc mused, starting another
sandwich.

"What
has sex so heavy on your mind?" he asked in a low voice. "I
haven't actually done anything."

Pitched
just right to drive the kid nuts.

Ed's
cheeks reddened, especially considering the thoughts that Havoc's
voice pulled him out of...

Or
rather, the thoughts that Havoc's voice encouraged even more...

The
alchemist squirmed slightly in his seat, fighting back with
everything he had to keep from taking the man up on that 'join me'
offer...with every intention of 'sharing' that half-eaten sandwich.

"I....er...it...isn't?"
Right, Ed. Now look at yourself and tell me, could you even fool
ALPHONSE with that? Didn't think so.

Havoc
shrugged. "Suit yourself." He patted the seat beside him.
"You sure you don't want to join me?"

I'm
not going to do anything until you say what you want...

He
was playing a dangerous game, but he didn't care.

Attempting
to keep himself in check, Ed busied himself with taking off his
boots, rather clumsily, and trying to get comfortable laying
stretched out on the seat.

Of
course, he was also trying to ignore the thoughts in the back of his
mind that he really shouldn't be having...and the increasingly
nagging feeling below his waist that was making it impossible to get
comfortable.

Trying
also to act at least somewhat composed, the blonde alchemist finally
decided to roll over on his back and once again focus gold eyes on
the ceiling--With one arm draped in what he hoped would seem to be a
casual way across his body, in an attempt to make his condition less
obvious by hiding it at least a little.

Still
more than just slightly uncomfortable, Edward shifted uneasily,
trying in vain to keep his eyes on the ceiling, as he seemed to
inadvertently keep shifting his gaze across the booth to Havoc.

When
his tummy rumbled again, Havoc crammed the rest of his sandwich into
his mouth. "You don't want this?" he asked (mumbling around
the soft white bread and thick cheese), offering a corned beef and
sauerkraut sandwich on hard, crusty bread.

"I
wasn't the one who disgorged the contents of his stomach onto the man
in front of him..."

It
was fact, yes, but Ed was still a bit sour at his clothes being
ruined like that...

Still...it
had been his fault...

Ed
continued to attempt to not look at Havoc, every few seconds failing
to keep his resolve and darting golden eyes to the side for a quick
glance, hoping that it went unnoticed.

"Was
that an insult or your way of saying 'No thanks'?" Havoc
remarked, crunching into the sandwich. "I have to say, you need
to work on general etiquette."

He
noticed the tiny flickers of amber that showed Ed's furtive glances
at them, but he didn't remark. Ed obviously wanted to pretend that he
wasn't interested. He kept his own blue eyes either politely on Ed's
face or out the window, watching the scenery.

Frustrated,
Ed let out a rather undignified grunt, sitting up again and shifting
a bit restlessly.

"Nnnyergh!
I can't take this anymore!!"

The
blonde alchemist squirmed for a few seconds before giving in, and in
just a few fluid movements he had crossed the distance to the older
man, knees sliding all the way to the back of the cushioned seat as
the boy straddled Havoc's waist. Edward's hands gripped the
Lieutenant's wrists and held them at an angle to his sides, and a
mouth hungry for something other than the food that was offered
swiftly descended to efficiently clean out what Havoc hadn't
swallowed yet, though even after that he didn't stop.

What
the hell?! Whatever Havoc had been expecting, it certainly wasn't
this. He could feel Ed's heart rabbiting against his chest. So he
wasn't alone in being completely shocked out of his wits.

Slowly,
he placed his hands on Ed's hips, then caressing upwards, pulling the
boy even closer.

A
soft, mewling growl purred out of his throat.

Unexpected,
but damn! He finally got around to it in spades!

Ed
growled lightly, but in a rather feral way, as he soon pulled back
just slightly, tongue trailing down from the corner of Havoc's mouth
to catch a stray drip of sauerkraut, orbs of molten gold slowly
opening to gaze at the older man through thick lashes.

Havoc
huffed out a long breath. "I hope this will be continued?"
he half-asked, half-teased. He kissed the boy, a light, sweet thing.

Ed
grinned a bit cattishly, moving his arms around Havoc's neck.

"You'd
have to tie me down if you planned on leaving it at that..." he
purred, grin only widening as he shifted slightly in the other man's
lap, tilting his head and leaning back slightly to gaze now with a
more sultry look through half-closed eyes.

"But
I wouldn't necessarily mind......the tying down part..."

Apparently,
Ed had been brushing up already on his knowledge
of...well...things....

Well...he'd
run across a couple of...films...back when he was staying at Roy's
house....that might explain it....Ed was fairly good at acting when
under the right circumstances, after all...

With
a quick twist and heave, Havoc put Ed flat on his back, pinning the
boy's wrists on either side of his head. "I'm sure we can
arrange something like that, if you really want it," he said
pleasantly. "I'm sure there are more than enough belts in the
Supply car to keep you put." His eyes narrowed dangerously. "And
to... have fun in other ways?"

Ed
gasped slightly at the swiftness, the power in the movement, blinking
a few times up at the blue-eyed man above him before he struggled at
the restraint of his arms slightly.

It
didn't take but a moment for Ed to simply go with it, moving what he
could move, like his legs to get more comfortable, and his eyes to
try and gauge just what he was up against...or rather, down beneath
for that matter.

Golden
orbs wavered slightly, noticing a distinct outline against the older
man's chest, and he tilted his head, puzzled, but, trying to ignore
the nagging curiosity at what the object was, Ed tried to think of a
way to find that out as well as getting an eyeful at the same time.
"Neeee.....like whaaaat, Senseiii....?" The blonde boy
wriggled a bit, trying to lean up far enough to get even the
slightest lingering taste of Havoc.

Havoc
deftly avoided the boy, ducking his head down to nip at the tendon
behind his ear. He released Ed, using his hands to gently tug his
head up and to the side.

"Guess,"
he murmured in a low, pleasant rumble.

Edward
groaned slightly, his head following the path Havoc had set by
itself, exposing more of his neck, as maybe only half-consciously he
found his hands, cold metal and hot flesh alike, sliding up under the
Lieutenant's shirt.

Cold
fingertips of metal grazed Havoc's back, and Ed gave a frustrated
whimper when he found he couldn't get the annoying scrap of fabric
off of the man, whether it be from the position or the fact that he'd
started having lapses in coherent thought after every few inches of
skin he revealed.

Havoc
purred as he felt Ed's warm and cold hands slide up his body. After
losing track of his own train of coherent thought, he finally hit on
what Ed wanted to do. With a quick bucking of his body, he somehow
got the shirt over his head and down around his elbows.

"That
what you wanted?"

Ed
shifted slightly again, pulling Havoc down a bit further so that he
could snatch, between his teeth no less, the dangling metal that had
been hiding, along with one very fucking edible upper body, Ed noted,
beneath the pesky black shirt.

There
was that grin again, though marred slightly by the metal tags, it was
still there. Sultry look through thick lashes, tempting look,
unusually seductive for a boy his age and experience, really...

Mustang
shouldn't have just had those things lying around after all...really…

"Dammit,
boy," Havoc groaned. "Get those things out of your mouth so
I can kiss you again..."

Without
waiting for an answer, or indeed, compliance, Havoc yanked out his
dog-tags and kissed Ed long, hard, and thoroughly.

Shifting
again, Ed groaned into the kiss, hands tracing down Havoc's sides,
automail continuing down until a cool metal thumb hooked under the
waistline of standard military-issue pants, the flesh and blood hand
pausing a little higher as his fingertips ran across a different
texture, but one he knew all too well.

The
boy thought to ask, but then thought better. Havoc was a foot soldier
after all...he'd been through more than Ed had, that was for sure,
things like scars were to be expected, really. Gentle fingers traced
the outline of the scar delicately, slowly.

Havoc
felt Ed's fingers pause at his scar. A curiously shaped scar, if Ed
ever bothered to put his mind back together enough to figure it out.
But doubtlessly the kid wanted to know.

"A
parting gift from that insane alchemist I mentioned earlier," he
murmured, licking the pulse at Ed's throat.

The
blonde alchemist shivered at the wet touch, despite its heat, despite
how hot he was in that damn uniform to begin with, it wasn't because
of the cold.

Ed
grunted a response to the words afterwards, fingers still tracing the
edges of the scar lightly as he tilted his head to nip at Havoc's
ear, barely catching the edge with the limited range of motion he
had.

"Nnngh..."
His tongue flicked out to lick at Havoc's ear then, as he shifted
again, automail arm moving to support him up slightly, just enough
that he could lean against the side of the booth, eyes taking in the
expanse of skin before him as he tried to slow his breath down a bit.
Ed winced just slightly at the movement, and cursed under his breath
at how tight those pants were, god it was starting to get really
really uncomfortable!

"Something
wrong?" Havoc teased, a distinct edge in his voice. His sapphire
eyes glittered brightly in the light.

He
passed a finger lightly down Ed's chest, stopping at his waistband
and tugging slightly. "This, for example?"

Edward
swallowed hard, failing in his attempt to keep still as he squirmed
slightly, whining pathetically.

Golden
eyes followed the path that Havoc's finger took, breath catching
almost in sync with the light tug at the fabric.

When
finally he summoned enough willpower to form words, the alchemist was
almost shocked at himself, at how quiet, breathy, desperate but still
hesitant his voice sounded. "Jean...I.....I've never...."

Havoc's
eyes radiated understanding. Kissing the boy's hand, he said softly,
"I understand. If you want..." he let the sentence hang.
"Just ask, and I'll do whatever you want."

A
soft sigh escaped past Ed's lips, and, not even for the first time
that trip, he felt a bit overdressed.

Golden
orbs gazed steadily into sapphire pools, though the blonde boy
couldn't think of what to say, he tried to show what he felt.

I...don't
know what I want....I just know that I want you....I trust you...

Havoc
bestowed a light, tender kiss on the boy. "Not until..."

He
tried to finish the sentence, he really did. But those earnest,
vunlerable eyes made his heart hurt.

Golden
eyes narrowed slightly at the older man. "Well?! Are you just
going to leave me like this!?"

Edward
had tried to word it a bit more politely, less blunt, he really
did...

It
just didn't come out that way...because hell...his hand was right
there and those damn pants were so fucking tight!

Havoc's
eyes cleared, and he grinned wolfishly down at the boy. "Wouldn't
dream of it," he purred, slowly unfastening the first button.

Still
too hot, too damn hot!

Ed
shifted a bit restlessly, quickly ridding himself of his own shirt
and wriggling to get comfortable. His breath hitched suddenly as his
movements caused Havoc's hand to shift just the slightest bit in the
right direction, and for a moment his entire body went rigid, and
then utterly limp as he stared dumbly at the older man, just one
thing on his mind as he choked out a few words.

"That...wha...."

The
corner of Havoc's mouth quirked into a small, slightly sad smile.

"Your
wish, my command."

He
began to touch and stroke Ed, lavishing kisses on bare skin.

Frowning
slightly, and trying to ignore the throbbing ache between his legs,
Ed scooted back into a fully upright position, pushing Havoc back a
bit.

"What
the hell....is wrong with you...why...why the sudden change, why the
turn towards inferiority....why the...." Ed didn't even realize
the look he had on his face, incredulous, worried, and at the same
time angry. "It's not funny, Jean....it HURTS...!"

Havoc's
head drooped. "I'm sorry Ed... it hurts for me, too, but not the
way you mean." He covered his eyes with a shaking hand. "I
feel... I hurt, Ed. Worse than you can ever imagine," he finally
whispered, a tear squeezing out from a tightly shut sapphire eye. "I
feel like my heart's been torn to shreds."

With
a considerable effort, Edward coaxed the older man to roll over, and
then pulled him back, hugging him as close as possible.

"I'm
sorry..."

It
was the only thing he could think to say to Havoc, even though it
wasn't the best thing to be saying right then, as he buried his face
in the crook of the man's neck, his own tears dripping onto and down
the Lieutenant's chest.

"I'm
so sorry....I...."

"It's
not your fault," Havoc said softly, comfortingly. "I really
should apologize to you – I should have known..." he
trailed off, unwilling to go any further.

It
might've been easier to think straight were Ed not so painfully
aroused, that fact evident against the small of Havoc's back now.

Fullmetal
bit back a whimper, fighting with everything he had not to move,
because he knew that if he did....

Edward
spoke finally with carefully controlled breaths, keeping his voice as
steady as he could. "Is...that why...? You...don't have to
apologize, Jean...."

He
lifted his head slightly, hands tracing toned muscles slowly, his
breath hot against Havoc's neck. "I wouldn't do this if I didn't
want to..." Warm tongue trailed upwards, following the line of
the vein. "Jean...." A tender nibble at the junction of
neck and ear. "...please...."

Havoc's
blue funk cleared off, and the mischevious sparkle glinted in his
blue eyes. "Never mind me, I'm just an old, cranky soldier,"
he purred. "But I'd prefer to just stay here – much warmer
and more comfortable." He reached up, his nails scratching
lightly against the nape of Ed's neck. "Don't you agree?"

He
wiggled back farther under the pretext of 'getting more comfortable',
but nonetheless doing exactly what Ed had avoided doing not a minute
beforehand.

Golden
eyes rolled back slightly, a strangled groan slipping out of Ed's
throat, followed by a whimper as he found himself, for the most part,
unable to move, pinned back against the wall of the booth.

The
feeling was pleasure just bordering on pain, and his left hand
tensed, fingernails almost digging into the pale skin beneath them.
He couldn't even utter a word.

The
mischevious quirk broke into a fully-fledged evil grin. "Right
then," Havoc said, slipping out from Ed's tightened grasp,
patting his thigh. "I need to go put something away..." the
rest of his sentence was muffled as he began to pull the shirt over
his head.

Golden
orbs widened profusely as, miraculously, Ed somehow managed to tackle
Havoc before he could get the shirt on, landing the both of them on
the floor between the seats, with Ed perched straddling the
Lieutenant's waist as he promptly got rid of the offensive article of
clothing that the man was trying to put back on for Ishbara's sake!
Back ON!

The
boy leaned down, hands on Havoc's shoulders. "No.Fucking.Way....am
I letting you walk out on me!" Ed hissed, dropping to smother
any type of retalliation that might've been waiting to voice itself,
the kiss surprisingly gentle coming from the boy that had sounded as
though he would slit the man's throat just a second before.

"A
wee bit desperate, are we?" Havoc rolled over, until they were
in a position strangely reminescent of the platform debacle, though
he doubted that it would end the same way.

He
leaned over, gently nibbling at the hollow of Ed's throat.

Nothing
until he begs for it...

"Nnngh..."
Ed shifted slightly, automatically turning his head and letting it
fall back to expose more of his neck, whimpering as he tried to rub
up against Havoc, trying for even the slightest little bit of
friction, god he needed movement!

"Sorry,
but no," Havoc whispered into the boy's ear, nibbling delicately
on the lobe. "You'll have to say the magic word..." He
leaned down on Ed's middle, keeping him flat on the floor.

There
was a particular type of whine that Ed was good at, and that was what
he was aiming for.

Edward
struggled against his confines, letting out a frustrated, pleading,
pitiful whine.

"Please.....dear
GOD, please stop torturing me like that, Jean please I want you, I
NEED you, dammit, Jeannnnn!"

Try
as he might, Ed still couldn't do anything more than squirm beneath
the older man, tears of frustration leaking from the corners of
tightly shut eyes.

Well...I
suppose that counts... Havoc kissed him fiercely. "You want top
or bottom?"

The
blonde alchemist managed to wrench his automail arm free, cold,
lifeless steel trailing down Havoc's side. "Any more stalling
and I'll fucking kill you..." Ed hissed through his teeth,
slipping his other hand free to tug the Lieutenant down by his
dogtags into another kiss. One that said 'does it look like I care
right now who's on top!?'

Havoc
hissed as he felt cold automail touch him. Unpleasant memories
threatened to swamp him, but he felt the very real boy underneath and
managed to keep himself in the present.

"All
right then..."

------------------------

It
wasn't until the train had already stopped, and a blonde ponytailed
head was lifted from a certain Lieutenant's lap, human and mechanical
limbs stretched sufficiently, and sleep rubbed from golden eyes, that
Edward Elric finally remembered that he had been fetched here to see
the Colonel again.

But
this time, the young alchemist had a few tricks up his sleeve that he
would most definitely have to try...

-----------------------
Back
in Dublith....
-----------------------

Izumi
glared around the spotless kitchen that was missing a very important
speck.

"DAMMIT!"

Izumi
thundered out, yelling back over her shoulder, "Al, I'm going to
Central, STAY HERE."

She
ran down to the station, cursing the bean with every step and
imagining horrible things to put him through.

Including
reading Dante's Inferno.

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