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Sweet as Honey	By : xkesshoux Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5538 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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WHEE. Part three, so I lied. I had another bunny for HavocxEd
first so you RoyxEd wanters are going to have to bear with me here. It�s worth it
though, and oh my god why can�t I ever just leave it at pure smut, why must I always
put a PLOT in it!

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The Second Lieutenant sighed, shrugging the familiar blue
uniform jacket over his shoulders. Havoc wasn't exactly looking forward to the
day, knowing on one side Edward would probably come barging through the office
doors to yell and scream at the Colonel, and on the other side would be Mustang
with his smirk. A typical occurrence, but it normally didn't happen after Havoc
had slept with the both of them in the past two days. Saying the atmosphere was
going to be a little tense seemed to be putting it lightly. Havoc scowled, ran
his fingers through his hair and was out the door as he was buttoning his
jacket.

"Morning," came the voice from Havoc's
left, a flash of red in the corner of his eye.

Havoc glanced towards the familiar voice, finding an all too
familiar blonde attached to all the red. "Morning, Edward." Havoc
returned kindly, though a quirked brow asked why he happened to be there.

"Can you stand to be a little late?
I..." The smaller blonde trailed off for a moment, trying to pull together
the right words. "Can we talk...inside...for a minute?"

"Er.." Brows knitting together slightly in
concern, Havoc frowned a little and nodded, turning to go right back through
the door. "Sure, Ed. That'll be alright."

Ed slipped past Havoc into the apartment,
pulling the older man in and the door shut behind him. Golden eyes lifted from
their previous downward gaze to light upon Havoc's face, catching sapphire in
the dim lighting and staying there. "I...wanted to properly thank you for
the other day..." He never took his automail hand away from the doorframe,
not really meaning to pin the man there but perhaps it seemed as though he did.

Sapphire eyes blinked down at the gold ones, and Havoc felt
a sinking feeling in his gut. "You.. shouldn't be thanking me for
that," he said quietly, letting his gaze settle on the metal arm beside
him.

"I don't see why not... Besides... You did
something for me, I want to do something for you..." Ed's left hand,
surprisingly not clothed in white, flitted down Havoc's side, tracing the
waistband of military issue pants all the way to the button. His automail arm
still didn't move.

"Because I was essentially taking advantage of you,
and... ah..." Havoc sucked in a breath as he trailed off, distracted by
the moving hand.

The click of the lock coinciding with the
release of that button signaled with finality that Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc
was going to be more than just a few minutes late this morning.

The fact settled itself nicely in Jean's brain, and he
groaned lightly at it. "Ed..." It was hard tot ell if that was in a
warning tone or not, but Havoc's hand was moving to chase Ed's away from his
waist.

Golden eyes flitted up again as Ed slowly sank
to his knees, the zipper undone despite Havoc's attempted interference and both
hands coaxing the taller man's pants down off his hips. "I
want to do this for you... I want to... You weren't taking
advantage of me, Jean... That was Roy..."

Havoc swallowed, unable to help the twitch in his groin. He
opened his mouth to protest Ed's statement, only to shut it again. That was
both of us, Ed... He thought bitterly, but was unable to fess up with Ed
looking up at him like that. And then hands were beginning to roam and.. Havoc
bit back a moan at the mere sight of it.

Ed scooted forward a bit, nosing the growing
bulge in Havoc's boxers and nipping the fabric lightly. Fingers hooked in the
waistband and he paused only briefly before slowly dragging them down inch by
inch.

Havoc was thankful for the door behind him as he knocked his
head against it, his fingers curling and spreading over the supportive surface.
"Ed.." He tried again, but the breathy tone he said the boy's
name in already signified his defeat over the matter.

Pants and boxers were now pooled at Havoc's ankles and despite
wanting to draw this out to perfection, Ed knew how scary the First Lieutenant
could be and he didn't wish that on anybody, especially not Jean. He rested his
head against a naked hip, nose barely brushing against heated skin in the brief
moment he stayed there. "Thank you..." Ed murmured softly, dragging
his tongue up the hard length from base to tip appreciatively.

The taller man shivered under the touch, making a sound that
was a mix of a moan and a whimper in the back of his throat. Get off your knees,
Ed, please. I don't deserve this.

Cool automail settled on Havoc's upper thigh as Ed took the
tip into his mouth, sucking softly as his tongue probed the slit. He was slow
only because he was waiting for some sign that this was accepted, that this was
wanted. Jean seemed reluctant at first, but he hoped to change that, and
soon. Tell me this isn't just for me, Jean...

Havoc's eyes slid partially closed, his breathing becoming more
irregular the more Ed touched him. He didn't want this to be happening, but at
the same time it was too good and he wanted more. His hand hovered over
the smaller blonde's hair, hesitant over pushing him away or pushing him
closer. I'm a selfish bastard, he concluded to himself, his fingers
wrapping in the blonde hair gently as he nearly choked on the word
"please."

That was all Ed needed, taking Havoc in deep as flesh
fingers raked down through wiry hair to wrap around the base. His head moved
back, tongue pressed to the vein along the underside as he sucked all the way
back only to slide forward again after a lavish sweep of his tongue over the
head, hand pulling up with a firm grip to meet his lips on their way down and
it began again. Every lick, every suck, every gentle graze of his teeth was in
pure appreciation for this nicotine obsessed man who was rapidly becoming as
addictive as his own addiction and Ed hummed softly, letting the sound resonate
deeply through sensitive skin as molten amber raised to watch Jean's face.

Jean swore he must have just died and gone to heaven. The
back of his head hit the door again, shutting his eyes. His moans were getting
louder over the treatment, feeling the burning pleasure creeping through his
gut. Havoc fumbled with one hand for the door handle in a desperate attempt to
support himself, Ed bringing him that close to the edge already. Sapphire eyes
opened just slightly again to watch the blonde again, panting slightly and
practically writhing. "God, Ed..."

Ed increased his pace, if only a little, swallowing Havoc
further and sucking hard. Jean had work to get to and the young
alchemist was already pushing it just to do this, but he hoped the man's day
would be better for it.

If he thought he had hit heaven before, Havoc had absolutely
no idea what this was. He gasped and cried out Ed's name as his hand gripped
the alchemist's hair, his body shuddering as he released and suddenly felt very
unstable on his own two feet.

Brow creased slightly, the grip on his hair just bordered on
too tight for comfort and Ed swallowed what he could, his tongue cleaning up
what he couldn't even as he carefully supported Havoc against the door until
the man could stand on his own again without threat of toppling over. "Thank
you.." he murmured again, barely audible.

Havoc's fingers loosened their grip in his bliss, smoothing
over Edward's hair as if in apology. He shut his eyes at Ed's words, swallowing
back the new urge to tell Edward that he shouldn't feel thankful for him at all,
under the distinct impression that he was fucking with Ed more than Roy was.
Instead came a murmured "Thank you" in return, and took a moment to
steady his breathing and test out standing by himself.

The smaller blonde stood finally, tugging Havoc down into a
quick kiss, tongue flicking out to briefly trace the man's lower lip.
"You'd better hurry... It's a damn good thing you make a habit of getting
to work before everybody else but Hawkeye, or you might actually be
late..."

"Dammit..." Havoc swore lightly, only remembering
his pants were still down when he went to open the door again. He pulled them
back up with the faint traces of an embarrassed blush on his face, moving to
give Ed a quick kiss of his own. "I really don't think I'd mind that much.."
He grinned a bit, though at the moment he wanted nothing more than to be able
to stay there right then. Havoc sighed, opening his front door and shaking his
head a bit. "You can stick around if you want..." He spared another
smile before he was out the door, practically sprinting.

"I'll be here..." Ed watched until military blue
was out of sight before he closed the door, leaning against it for a brief
moment before he replayed the events of two days prior, feet carrying him down
the hall. He paused briefly in the doorway to Havoc's bedroom, a tiny shudder
overtaking him. The moment he stepped into the room, though, something was off.
His fingers brushed against the covers on the bed, unmade of course, and he
sprawled atop it, equally as haphazard.

He rolled onto his side and breathed deep of the sheets,
eyes fluttering closed for the briefest of moments before something other than
the smell of cigarette smoke registered. It was a scent he knew all too well,
smoke of a more fiery kind, flint and the faintest hint of cologne. He felt the
tears sting in his eyes and he slid off the bed and stumbled out of the room.
Anywhere but that room, and suddenly quitting time couldn't come soon enough
for all the wrong reasons.

Hours later, the front door clicked as it opened, and Havoc
stepped back inside of his apartment. He craned his head from side to side as
he slipped his jacket off, stretching his neck. There had been a few awkward
moments, but Jean had made it home mostly in one piece, and was thankful for that.
He obviously wasn't completely aware that the blonde alchemist hadn't actually
left yet, but soon saw the evidence of Ed's boots by a chair. Havoc paused.
"Ed?"

"Hm?" Ed's voice drifted from the overstuffed chair
which had its back to the door (and if Jean made any semblance of the term
"oh, I couldn't see you there", Ed would have no qualms in strangling
the man), but the small blonde made no move to leave his seat all curled up
swallowed by a pair of Havoc's own pajama pants and nothing else. He would have
clung to a pillow but those smelled like Roy and that only made him feel angry
and hurt all at once and even though the smell wasn't present, Jean was and
that nearly did it anyway.

Havoc frowned, sensing that something was amiss with the
younger man. He leaned over the back of the chair to look down at him, concern
written all over his face. That sinking feeling was back in his gut again. He
nibbled at the inside of his lip, noting Ed's attire. "..You alright?"
Jean asked after a moment, honestly a bit frightened over the answer.

Maybe I will be once you explain why Roy's smell is all over
that room. "No..." Ed didn't look up, instead scratched idly
at his leg, otherwise not moving.

Havoc moved and sat on the edge of the coffee table in front
of Ed, regarding the alchemist closely. Something was definitely wrong, and the
idea that Havoc already knew what it was began to creep up on the taller man. He
already knows. Havoc frowned against that. He's a bloody brilliant boy,
its no surprise that he would know already. You already knew he would find out
on his own. "Coming from you, that's complete bullshit."

"What? It's bullshit that I'm not alright? Because I'm not
in case you haven't noticed so how is that bullshit!" Ed lashed out,
hands gripping Havoc by the lapels and pulling him forward. Hot tears
threatened to fall, but he forced them back to look the man in the eye,
everything betrayed in golden irises. "Tell me he came on to you..."
came the jagged whisper, flesh knuckles nearly white from their grip on blue.
"Tell me he forced you into it..." He shouldn't be this worked
up over this, over one time, but it felt like betrayal.

Sapphire eyes stared hard into the distressed gold ones.
There was a knife in his gut and Ed knew how to twist it. Havoc's hands found
Ed's, squeezing tightly over them. "I refuse to lie to you, Ed..."
Havoc whispered. He wanted to look away, at anything but those eyes, but he
forced himself not to. It was the least he could do in this situation. "He
confronted me about you... He confronted me about ...other things..."
Havoc took a breath, pausing and feeling very cold. "I want to say that
yes, he started it, but it's as much my fault as it is his." I told you
not to thank me. I told you. Just don't leave. Do anything you want, but
please, please don't leave. Not yet.

Several things flashed in Edward's eyes. Anger. Pain.
Confusion. PAIN. Two days and all this... "I trusted you... I
fucking trusted you!" He wanted to let go, to not feel Havoc's hands
on his own, holding him there. To be far away from smirking bastard Colonels
and nicotine addicted Lieutenants and pain. "What was it you
wanted? To save me from him? Well if that's it you might want to try saving yourself
first..." Am I not good enough? You have to have him, too? Just
like he has to have all his fucking women?! Bitter tears filled his eyes,
stinging and burning them raw before falling. The worst part of all was that as
much as he wished he could hate the man in front of him he couldn't.
As much as he wanted to hate him, he wanted him.

The boy's tears nearly made the older man break down as
well. His eyes were stinging, but it wasn't from tears. Safely under that
delusion, Havoc's grip tightened on Ed's hands. "I didn't want this,
Edward. I never meant to hurt you.." Havoc shook his head, confusing
displays of emotion running through his eyes. The blonde barely noticed his
hands had started to shake lightly. "I knew it was a fucking mistake the
entire time. Don't you dare think that this was how things were supposed
to be." His voice had yet to rise above the fierce whisper. A pained
expression flickered over Havoc's face, and he finally broke the eye contact by
looking down, shaky hands letting go of the other blonde. "I can't save
myself because I'm a fucking bastard. Hit me, hate me, I deserve it. I sure
as hell don't deserve what I had with you."

Ed wasn't quite sure what to do, what to say. Everything
he'd just seen pass in sapphire eyes...it just didn't belong there.
Those eyes were meant to sparkle with life and grin at him, burn into
his soul like they had two days ago. He believed it, Havoc hadn't meant
to hurt him, it was Roy and that bastard was always good at manipulating
people, using them and having them use each other, right? The next thing he
knew he'd released the man's lapels with his human hand, tilting that chin so
that sapphire was forced to look at him and so that he could steal an
apologetic, pleading, hungry kiss. Ed was sorry for being so rash, he
needed to know it would be okay, and just one chance encounter and one
sincerely offered thanks had him hooked. He wanted this now, and he
could care less what hell Mustang might give him as long as he just had this.

Jean simply sat there for a moment, stunned. He had expected an angry (and well deserved)
punch to the face. Or Edward flying out
the door. He certainly hadn't been
expecting a kiss of all things.
It took another half a moment for Havoc to realize that he was being forgiven,
and he felt something inside do a little flip.
It seemed like Ed was about to pull away when Havoc leaned in, returning
the kiss with his own desperation, wrapping his arms around him. Damn everything else to hell, he was being forgiven.

Ed moaned softly, flesh arm winding around Havoc's shoulder,
automail around his waist. Roy could go
fuck all the pretty girls he wanted to because he was going to tell that
bastard to fucking shove it.

Havoc dragged the kiss away from Ed's mouth, brushing
kisses over his chin and jaw, working his way to Ed's throat. "I'm sorry..." He murmured against
the young man's shoulder, running his hands over his spine.

"I want you..." Ed breathed, letting his
head fall back as fingers twined in Havoc's hair, back arching at his touch.

He shivered, and there was a brief pause before Havoc was
gently scooting forward, pressing Edward back into the chair. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry....
Every apology brought a kiss down the warmth of the bare chest, his fingers
slipping from his back to follow the trail his lips made.

Ed dropped his head to watch through half-lidded eyes,
breath catching. He swallowed
compulsively, licking his lips and shifting under Havoc's lips and fingers.
"Jean.."

He glanced up briefly, a rueful smile touching the corners
of his lips. This was for Edward, and
Havoc didn't intend to keep him waiting for very long. Havoc lowered his head, lightly licking a
nipple before taking it in his mouth.

Ed sucked in a breath. He hadn't missed the quirk of Havoc's
lips, knowing it wasn't quite the one he wanted there, but setting that thought
aside in favor of a quiet moan.

Large hands glided over Ed's stomach, tracing over muscle
and committing the feel to memory.
Havoc sat back a bit, admiring the sight of Ed sprawled in his chair in his
pajamas. Something about that was oddly
thrilling, and Havoc slipped his fingers in the waist of his pants.

Ed's breath caught in his throat and golden eyes watched
heatedly. His tongue darted out to wet
his lips, wriggling his hips back in just the right way for the overlarge
pajama pants to slip down on their own.

Havoc made an amused "hmm" sound, ignoring the opportunity
to make a crack at Ed's size. He moved
back forward instead, grazing kisses over Ed's thighs, nudging up towards Ed's
groin and taking him in his hands, cupping and stroking, flicking his eyes up
at him.

"Jean..." Ed shuddered slightly, eyes
fluttering closed and hands gripping the arms of the chair.

The crouching blonde moaned a bit at the sight, leaning his
head down over his hands to take Ed in his mouth. Slow at first, tonguing the tip, and then down, running tongue
and edges of teeth over sensitive skin.

Ed practically melted into the chair, his left leg curling
against Havoc's side, right foot taking a far less innocent direction. A breathy moan left the smaller blonde's
lips as he threaded human fingers through Jean's hair, automail clenched
tighter with the effort of keeping still. "Nnngh..."

Havoc groaned slightly as Ed's naughty foot found what it
wanted to play with, the vibrations from his voice mixing with the activities
his tongue was doing. His hand slipped
from staying near Ed's base, reaching down to fondle other things.

The smaller body shuddered briefly, metal fingers
threatening to puncture fabric. Ed panted, a soft, whimpering moan acting as a
plea for more.

The man obliged, bobbing his head down and sucking hard
before carefully skimming back up with the very edge of his teeth. Havoc tortured the slit for a moment before
he went and repeated the process, massaging the sac in his hand.

Ed gasped and moaned, writhing under Havoc's touch. Golden eyes opened just enough to watch the
spiky blonde head in his lap and that was the finishing touch. He bit his lip
nearly to the point of bleeding, but in the end he couldn't stop the strangled
cry as he came, grip tightening in Jean's hair, surely painful, but he wasn't
at all in the right mind to care.

Havoc partially winced and partially moaned over the
treatment his scalp was getting, but was a bit busy swallowing and wiping Ed
off to really notice. He licked his
lips, resting his cheek on one of Ed's thighs.

Once he'd dragged himself back from his happily sated state,
Ed rubbed Havoc's head in apology. He
grinned down at his sapphire-eyed Lieutenant, yes, his, and moved his
right foot again, toes wiggling against the hard bulge in Havoc's pants.

For a brief moment, Havoc wondered if he should be offended
by the brief illusion he had of being a puppy fawning over his master's
feet. The thought was forgotten
extremely quickly when his thoughts hazed over because of toes. Havoc's eyes fluttered close for a moment, a
moan escaping against Ed's leg.

Ed shivered slightly and he curled his toes, imagining they
were dragging through wiry hair.
"Round two?"

Havoc gasped, sapphire eyes opening to burn up at the small
blonde. He swallowed. "You're the one groping me with your
toes," Jean managed to get out.
"I should be asking you that."

"Then ask me..." Ed savored that look in Havoc's
eyes, rubbing a bit with the side of his foot.

Sapphire blue darkened as a craving flickered in Havoc's
eyes, and he shifted against Ed's foot a bit uncomfortably, pushing himself off
the floor. He leaned against the arms
of the chair, leveling the hungry gaze with the golden once. "Round two..." It came out more as an acknowledged fact
than a question, but at that point, Jean hardly cared. Ed was naked and he wasn't, and that was
starting to bother the friend in his pants.

Ed shivered again, licking his lips. "Right here?" he questioned, right
leg curling around Havoc's left. He
really didn't mind either way, but the older man would be forced to carry him
if he felt like moving to the bedroom.

Havoc sucked in a breath, going through it quickly in his
head. In the long run, the bed would
probably be the most comfortable. He
glanced briefly at the couch, noting that it would be the second ideal
location. But both of them needed more
movement than Ed seemed like he was willing to make. He settled his gaze on Ed again, leaning in and ghosting a kiss
over his lips. "I really don't
care, as long as you're fine with it." Just hurry and say something and we'll be just fine...

"Right here would be easier if you were
the one sitting down..." Ed murmured, arms looping around Havoc's
neck. "But you could always carry
me..." A grin worked its way onto the boy's lips and into his eyes.

"You little..." Havoc lunged for the rest of the boy, hauling him out of the
chair and up in his arms. He might have
been scowling and huffing a whole lot, but it was hard to miss the amused (and
vaguely impatient) look in Havoc's eyes.
Adding in the lat minute figure of where the essential things were
located, Havoc headed off towards the bedroom.
"You're heavy, so I hope you're not expecting a gentle
deposit."

Ed's legs wrapped around Havoc's waist and he eyed the mark
just above the man's collar with a little glare. Before they'd even cleared the coffee table, the smaller blonde
was busy making that mark his, and in a streak of wickedness, he ground
his hips against Jean's in the sole intent of making the trip that much more
difficult.

Havoc yelped, a whimpering moan following soon after. This was extremely unfair, if only because
he was trying to walk and not stick Edward up against the wall and screw
him there. The struggling blonde
shuddered, finding relief when he made it into the bedroom, and allowed the
both of them to topple over onto the bed.

Forced to release Havoc's neck in the jostling, Ed growled
slightly, though soon he was back again.
His hands slid to the front of Jean's uniform, finally tired of the man
being clothed and taking it upon himself to get rid of that
progress impeding cloth.

Not about to seem like he wanted the heavy garments on, Jean
was gladly helping along the process, unbuttoning wherever Ed hadn't gotten to
already. He shrugged out of the uniform
jacket a few moments later, and the undershirt was soon pulled up over his head
to lie nearby.

Ed couldn't quite get the button on Havoc's pants from their
current positioning, not to mention the man still had on his fucking boots. He growled again, this time against the
taller blonde's collarbone, dull nails raking up Havoc's back. As much as he wanted the pants off,
he really didn't feel like letting go to let that happen.

Shuddering under the nails, Havoc contemplated how to
exactly continue on in that particular situation. He didn't really feel like having Ed let go of him either, but he
really did want the rest of his pants off, which required the boots to come
off... He sighed, and got the two of
them to pull off an interesting combination of rolling and shifting. It ended up with a Jean sitting up on the
sheets with an Ed sitting rather carefully in his lap, but the movement still
left him wanting Ed right there even more. His feet took advantage of the situation, kicking the unloved
boots off and over the side of the bed.

Ed scooted back minutely, just enough to get his hands on
the fasteners of Havoc's pants and get them open, not quite sure how he was
going to get the clothing off, though.

Havoc watched him through half-lidded eyes, taking a
steadying breath and wriggling slightly.
"Ed... " He
shut his eyes for a moment. "...If
you can't get them off, get off so I can get them off myself. Please."

The smaller blonde pushed Havoc back to the mattress, rising
on his knees and tugging the fabric--pants and boxers-- down to the
Jean's knees after he got the man to lift his hips. The garments were pushed completely off by Ed's foot as he
crawled up over Havoc, lips and tongue falling to the tanned chest and making
their way up.

Havoc's back arched as Ed moved up, his breath catching, and
his fingers found their way into Ed's hair.
He pulled Ed up as gently as he could, dragging him into a pleading kiss
as soon as their lips could touch.

Ed�s lips parted in a soft gasp and he sought to deepen the
kiss, pressing his body against the other�s and moaning at the feeling of the
tip of Havoc�s erection pressed just behind his balls. He both hated and loved that difference in
height at that moment, hated because he wanted to grind and loved
because despite what he wanted to do, that was pretty damn good, too.

Havoc shuddered a moan through the kiss, tightening his grip
in Ed's hair a bit and conquering Ed's mouth with lips and tongue. His other hand found Ed's side, and he
rolled his shorter partner underneath him.
Havoc pulled back, breathless, eyes darting towards the drawers next to
the bed before he took a moment to fumble through the top one. Ed was doing a fairly wonderful job of
driving the taller man crazy, and he hoped it was obvious enough for him.

Golden eyes blinked slowly, but Ed was fairly sure he knew
what was being fumbled for. He couldn't help but grin at Havoc for forgetting
it last time. That thought made the
grin fade into a smile, though, because the man had been so eager that he would
have forgotten in the first place..

Bottle in hand, Havoc met Ed's eyes. He smiled a little sheepishly, seemingly
apologizing for when it had slipped his mind.
He didn't take long to start making this time go right though, sliding
his hands back over Ed's chest, down, and glided them over his thighs. Havoc slicked his fingers, glancing up at
Ed and tracing the ring before pressing a finger inside.

Ed tensed only slightly at the intrusion, relaxing with a
seemingly practiced ease as half-lidded molten gold watched every move Havoc
made in silence.

Havoc sighed, moving his finger and pressing a kiss on the
boy's stomach. Then there was another
finger, and Havoc kissed again, moving his other hand over Ed's stirring
erection.

The smaller blonde tensed a bit more at two, but soon
relaxed once more, letting out a soft moan at the hand over him. Despite himself, he wriggled slightly at the
still somewhat awkward feeling.

Chuckling softly, Havoc moved his fingers. His hand pumped at the same speed, hoping to
take away from the awkwardness a bit.
Havoc's groin twitched a bit in impatience over this sudden slow down,
but the blonde ignored it in favor of pressing in the third finger and
quickening the pace of his hand.

Ed shifted slightly, letting out a whimpering moan. It wasn't enough, and he hoped the
action of pressing back against Havoc's fingers would convey that well enough.

Jean got the idea and pulled his fingers away, placing a
chaste kiss on the tip of Ed's member.
The bottle found its way into his hands again, and he groaned quietly as
he slipped the helpful liquid over both of them. Havoc's hands found Ed's hips, burning sapphire connecting with
melting gold as Havoc pressed. And then
he was sliding in, and Jean was biting back a relieved moan.

Ed groaned softly, taking a moment to adjust before he
shifted his hips. His tongue darted out
to wet his lips, and Jean's name was barely a whisper. The smaller blonde reached up with his left
hand, attempting to pull Havoc down to him.

Havoc went, kissing him briefly and pressing his forehead
against the other blonde's. Then he
moved, and oh God. Slow at
first, building up a rhythm, moaning Ed's name against the boy's hair.

Havoc's moan elicited one from Edward as well, the boy's
arms wrapping around the taller man's neck as pleasure began to coat all of his
senses.

The need filtered in through Havoc's pleasure hazed
mind. The pace quickened, and Havoc
shifted slightly so he could angle better, hoping to find what he was looking
for, even though everything was melting into one ultimate feeling of
pleasure. The touch and sight of
flushed, slick skin, the constant tight heat, even the sound of breathy moans.

Ed's breathless lament to a higher being he didn't at all
believe in was a tribute to how far gone he was when Havoc hit that spot deep
inside him. His hips rocked back against those thrusts, hands roaming the man's
back, forgetful of the automail and perhaps even scratching, though he wouldn't
have noticed.

Havoc certainly didn't, feeling the pleasure in his gut
coiling tightly and shuddering. A rogue
hand drifted between them, rubbing and stroking in time with the thrusts, the
only thing that wasn't in tune being the hot pants of breath that Havoc was
gasping against Ed's throat.

A loud moan was pressed against Havoc's hair and Ed's grip
tightened, automail sure to leave bruises as he neared his climax. The heat finally sprang free along with
Jean's name, his body clenching tight in waves around the tall blonde inside
him, his world going white.

The sudden increase in pressure around him snapped the coil,
and Havoc sucked his breath in a hiss, releasing it in a hoarse cry of Ed's
name against the boy's neck and shoulder as he followed his lead. He stayed like that for a moment, waiting
for over sensitive flesh to stop sending little jolts of pleasure before
slipping out. Havoc's arms shook as he
pushed himself up, sinking down heavily next to him.

Ed sighed softly, managing to curl against Havoc with a
slight yawn. "I don't want to
share you..."

Havoc wrapped a lazy arm around the tiny alchemist, nuzzling
the blonde's hair a bit. "I'm not
used to being shared..." He
admitted quietly, rubbing Ed's back.

"I'll fight for you...I won't let him have you...you're
mine..." Ed nuzzled his face against Havoc's neck.

You sounded just like him, for a moment there.. Havoc sighed lightly over his musings,
noting with a smirk that now he was the one being treated like a
prize. Havoc pressed a kiss against
Ed's hair. "And what are
you?"

"Falling in love..." Ed murmured, barely audible
as he drifted somewhere between waking and sleep. It almost felt like a dream, being here...but that was far too clich�
and he swatted the idea with a large mental hammer.

Havoc pulled Edward closer, protectively. There had been another little wild flip in
his chest, set off by words that Havoc wasn't even sure he had heard. Havoc was content to let the boy drift off
for a while, shutting his own eyes.
This was getting complicated.

Ed snorted softly. "When's dinner..."

A pause, and then there was a low chuckle in response. "After a shower."

But Ed was already asleep, and despite the fact that he
would probably eat Havoc out of house and home once he woke up in a few hours,
he was more inclined to doze for a while.

Havoc brushed a few strands of hair off the boy's face,
smiling gently. In the few hours of
quiet, his mind was bound to get rather noisy over what to do about Mustang,
and if he had enough food to satisfy the bundle of raw energy that was clinging
in his sleep. At the moment though,
Jean just enjoyed it. "Sleep well,
Ed."
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