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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!

Solutions
and Old Times' Sake

Rating:
R (Language, smut...yay..)
Pairings: Do I need to keep
saying this over and over?
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.
Don't sue meeeee!
Spoilers: Hell if I know anymore
:D
Setting: Secret medical facility, Ed's room, then
Havoc's apartment.
Timeline: A day or two after the
previous section.

Edward
stared with half-violet eyes, idly examining the crack in the floor
at his feet from where he sat, curled in a ball in the corner of the
room. He was hungry, and it was uncomfortable here. There was no bed,
no blankets, and his sleep was suffering from it. A heavy sigh
escaped his lips and he rubbed his eyes again.

Lisa
quickly checked her wristwatch, running up the front stairs of the
hospital. Jean and Izumi both were supposed to meet her in the foyer,
and she was fifteen minutes late, but it was worth it... in a warped
way.

Izumi had
found how to more completely seal off Blasphemy from Edward and she
had found Al. Or, more correctly... what was left of Al.

Jean
hailed her from the portico, and she ran up to him, nearly falling
into his arms. "I found Al," she gasped. "He'll be
here in fifteen minutes. I got a military escort for him, so..."

Jean took
the cigarette out of his mouth. "Whoah, calm down, Lisa. You
found Al?" She nodded. "Ed'll be happy about that."

"Are
you kidding? Ed'll try to kill everything in a ten-foot radius."

Blue-green
cat's-eyes narrowed as he twigged to her mood. "I think you'll
have to tell Izumi..."

Ed didn't
even bother looking up when he heard the deadbolt, he'd learned that
no matter how many times it sounded, it would always just be more
people looking in the window or sliding food through the hole. Felt
like a damn jail, and he was being treated no better than some
prisoner anyway. He supposed it was because of the other voice, but
nobody ever told him anything...

Izumi
rolled her eyes as the army officer unlocked the door. The chimerae
were bickering. Again.

"No,
Lisa, I am NOT going to use a handgun on Ed, no matter how obnoxious
he gets!"

"That
little brat has shown absolutely squat compunction about killing you.
You know why? Because you're one of the sweetest men in the world,
and that little terror can't stand it! If I had my way, you wouldn't
even be here!"

The army
officer looked at the two sulky chimerae, eyes wide. "Um..."

Izumi
pushed him out of the way, snapping, "An army car will be round
front in five minutes. I want the passenger here in eight. If he's
late, I swear to god I'll inflict those two and Elric on you.
Move it, man!" The officer ran like a rabbit.

She
looked at the still-sulking Havoc. "Look, you, ignore what she
says. She's just jealous –" Lisa squawked. The two chimera
started fighting again. This was getting irksome.

There
were voices in the hall outside his room, and Ed absently let his
eyes trail from the crack in the floor towards the door. Some of the
voices sounded somewhat familiar...

Izumi's
eye began twitching. "Would you two SHUT UP! Havoc, if you have
to, get out the gun. Lisa, I want to to go get Mustang. He was
supposed to be here ten minutes ago."

"There's
really no need to call in a search party... Sorry I'm late, but the
nurse kept hassling me about everything she could possibly think of
that could be wrong with me..." Roy flashed a smile. "Miss
Delgardie...Mrs. Curtis..."

"Not
surprised," Havoc commented, nodding vaguely towards Roy's neck.
"Say, how much trouble am I going to be in?"

Izumi
nudged the door. "Save it for later, gentlemen. The little
hellion is getting restless, and I'd rather that we didn't run into
Blasphemy."

Taking a
moment to look around, Roy blinked. "So he's not here yet?"

"That's
the damnedest part of it. Anyway, the only capacity you two are in
are to restrain the liitle shit." Lisa tucked a lock of hair
behind her ear. "We're assuming we only have a few minutes to do
the alterations, and Alphonse should be here in four minutes or so."

Edward
now realized how several of the voices sounded familiar, if not all.
He could clearly pick out Havoc from the mumbling somehow, and, much
to his chagrin, Izumi as well.

Roy
nodded, looking to the door. "Then let's get going, we've got no
time to spare..."

Havoc
grinned. It was forced, but it was a grin. "All the crazy-assed
things I've had to do for you two, and I'm stuck baby-sitting a
homicidal maniac. What is this world coming to?"

Izumi
grabbed both of the men by the front of their uniforms. "Look,
not a word out of you two that Al's coming. It's not going to be
pretty when he does come, so let's try to keep it quiet." She
gave them a small push, rather abruptly forcing them into Ed's room.
"Be there in a sec."

"Well,
damn," Havoc commented lightly.

A weary
smile managed to quirk its way onto Ed's lips at the sight of Roy and
Jean. The smile turned into a slight frown when he noticed the patch
over Roy's eye, but he'd know about that incident already, though it
was still painful to see.

He opened
his mouth to greet them, but felt distinctly that it would be the
other voice, not his, that spouted crudities, so he shut it again,
merely offering that sad, weary smile once more.

Havoc
smiled and nodded back. "You look better, kiddo," he
offered, only slightly forced. "Did Izumi tell you at all what's
going on?"

Shakily,
Ed got to his feet, stumbling a bit to lean heavily against the table
in the center of the room. All he could offer was a slightly confused
look and a shake of his head.

Glancing
around, Roy found that, to his dismay, there were no chairs in the
room. What angered him more, however, was the fact that there was
really almost nothing at all in the room. There was only a
single table in the very center, that appeared to have straps on it
for restraint. No bed, no covers, no pillows, nothing.

He'd have
to have a talk with whoever was in charge of this facility, because
he wasn't just going to let them off keeping Edward locked up like
some kind of criminal. Perhaps soon would be better, seeing that Ed
really did look a bit worse for the wear, whether because of
Blasphemy, or because of the conditions, perhaps even a mixture of
both, he didn't know. Nor did he really care.

Havoc
warily kept his distance, but his tone of voice was still kind and
gentle, the sort that he used on shellshocked soldiers. "Izumi's
going to try something out on your array. She thinks that the Dragon
Node is wrong. That ring any bells?"

Izumi
waited quietly, needing Ed's permission to approach. She didn't
particularly want to get mauled by automail, after all.

The boy
nodded slowly, not quite understanding, though maybe just slightly
recognizing what Havoc was talking about.

"Good.
We'll explain more later..." Havoc cautiously felt for his gun.
He didn't want to be caught unprepared this time. "Could Izumi
come in and check you out?"

Once
again, Ed nodded, albeit a bit confused by the heavy atmosphere
surrounding not one, but all of his apparent guests.

Havoc
kept talking as Izumi moved cautiously forward. "I'm not quite
sure what's completely wrong with you. But I'm pretty sure that
you'll be good to go after we're done. I'm going to hurt the bastards
that stuck you in here myself. Then I'm going to take you home for a
proper meal, shower, and rest. I still owe you one, you know."

Roy
sighed, standing off to the side a bit. He supposed that Havoc pretty
much had it under control. Though it bothered him, that he always
seemed to just stand on the sidelines in these situations...

The look
on Ed's face still showed confusion, as well as a bit of skepticism.
He looked from Havoc to Izumi and back, as if to say 'What? What's
wrong with you guys, you're acting funny!'

Havoc
nudged Roy. "A little help here?" he hissed. "I'm not
a genius!"

Izumi
held out a hand. "Ed, come here. There's a lot these two morons
aren't telling you, and for right now, it's for your own good."

Roy, at a
loss for words, simply smiled, nodding towards Edward.

Ed nodded
again, stepping carefully towards Izumi as directed, stumbling just a
bit still.

Acting on
pure instinct, Havoc reached out to steady Ed, slipping around Izumi
and Roy in the process. "Whoa, steady, kiddo. What the hell have
they been feeding you?"

Ed was
inclined to say 'not a whole fucking lot,' but instead it came out
differently. "Hands off, jackass.."

Roy
averted his gaze elsewhere, deciding to study the floor.

Havoc
held off going for the gun in the slim hope that Ed/Blasphemy/whoever
the hell this person was would cooperate. "You can't even walk
straight, kid. I'm not letting go."

Izumi
stopped dead, gauging the trouble. This could be very, very bad.

Appalled
by his own words, Edward dropped his head, letting out a slow, steady
breath. When he looked up again, it was apologetic.

The
chimera smiled, hoping it didn't look as sickly and uneasy as he
felt. "Don't worry kid. We're going to try to fix it."

Ed swayed
a bit, leaning against Havoc for support.

"Don't
worry...everything will be alright..." Roy spoke up finally,
though the waver in his voice was painfully obvious.

Izumi
motioned for Mustang to get his butt over to where the three of them
were, pronto. "All right, young 'un, you're helping me with
this. It takes two to tango, and I need all the help I can get."

Havoc
slipped his arms around Ed. "This shouldn't take too long, all
right?"

Roy did
as instructed, fearing a beating from the Ninja Housewife. At the
receiving end of one of the most pathetic looks he'd ever seen on
Ed's face, he did his best to force a smile, ruffling the blonde's
hair a bit.

Havoc
held Ed more securely, bracing himself.

"You
remember what the array looks like?" Izumi asked Mustang,
delicately feeling around for Ed's array.

"Me?
Aren't you the one working on it?" Roy answered, utterly
confused as to why he would have to remember it.

Izumi
sighed. "I need help genius. This is tricky."

Roy
nodded this time, pointedly avoiding Edward's confused and unsure
gaze. "I do...just tell me what I need to do..."

Havoc
gently stroked Ed's hair. "It'll be okay, kiddo... Roy and Izumi
are both here, they won't let anything bad happen..."

Izumi
glanced warily at the three men, then nudged Mustang into position.
"Just keep up the alchemical charge. I'll do the delicate work.
On my count. Three. Two. One." The soft blue alchemical charge
lit up the room, leaving a streaky white afterprint on Havoc's
delicate eyes.

It was as
though he'd just been plunged into freezing water, shivers spiking
throughout his body. Ed twitched, almost feeling sick. This...this
was like nothing he had ever felt before, worse than when they had
attached his automail ports, more painful than when the limbs were
reattached to the ports. Ten times worse than before when he had been
thrown back at the gate by the laughing voice that insulted him.

Edward
tried to keep still, knew he had to, but every muscle in his entire
body wanted to act on its own... Be strong, gotta be strong..
He didn't know how much longer he could stand it, as though it was
driving him mad! If he'd screamed, he didn't know, all he
could hear was the ringing in his ears.

Havoc
gripped the boy tighter, feeling him go limp. He knew the major
discomfort of being in the backlash was almost nothing to what Ed was
going through.

Izumi
gritted her teeth. Something had snagged. The array didn't want to
change, which was ludicrous. Any and all arrays had to respond
obediently to an alchemist's touch but this was being bloody
stubborn. She forced the Node to change, little by little.

Despite
the pain, physically and emotionally, Roy made sure to keep
everything as steady as possible. After all, it was the only thing he
could do right now to help Ed..

Rationally,
Havoc knew he wasn't getting the worst of the reaction. He had to
keep telling himself that, or risk passing out. His entire body
ached, and certain portions hurt more than others. His upper arms,
for example...

A short
sideglance told Roy that Havoc was a bit worse for the wear. "Hang
in there, Jean..."

Havoc
grinned lopsidedly. "Don't give up on me yet, old man."

Roy
managed a grin back. "There you go with that 'old man' business
again...I'm just reminding you of your promise..."

Havoc's
smile had definately taken on a brittle, strained edge by then. "Come
on, I'm too bullheaded to crap out at something like this."

"I
know that..." Roy focused back on the alchemy. He wanted to ask
how much longer this would take, but he didn't want to break the
scary alchemist woman's concentration. For Ed's sake, and the sake of
his already aching body.

Izumi bit
her lip, twisting the last few marks around. Just connect the Node
and... bingo.

"Is
that it..?" Cautious, Roy awaited further instructions.

Izumi
nodded, too tired to speak.

Nodding
again in response, Roy moved to help Havoc with Ed's limp form. "Are
you alright?"

As soon
as Ed's deadweight was removed, Havoc thumped down onto the floor,
his entire body aching. "Damn it, no."

As soon
as Havoc wasn't supporting Ed anymore, Roy was reinformed of just how
heavy dead-weight automail was. He hit the ground shortly after Jean,
shoving just a bit so he could breathe properly. "I commend you
for holding him up that long.."

"Thanks
ever so," Havoc growled, forearms pressed across his stomach. He
wanted to keep face, so he restrained the urge to curl up in a
whimpering pile. "Dammit..."

Roy had
thought it was the weight on his chest that had made it hard to
breathe, but soon found it was just that the alchemical process had
completely winded him. He'd ignored the aching up until now, but the
splitting headache was almost enough for him to pass out. "Don't
mention it..."

Havoc
clamped his jaws around a pathetic little mewl. "Well, aren't we
a sight to see. Three half-dead alchemists and a half-dead cat. I
never signed up for any of this crap."

"Welcome
to our world," Izumi wheezed from a corner. "This is our
job, boyo."

"We
don't have much time until Alphonse gets here...are we really in any
shape to deal with Edward finding out about that right now?" Roy
gazed down at the sleeping boy in his lap, a bit sadly.

"I
don't think so, no." Havoc smiled wistfully, reaching out
painfully to brush Ed's hair. "I still have my gun, but I don't
want to use that." He laughed. "Dammit, I am getting
old, aren't I?"

He noted
with some relief that the weird marks/arrays on his skin were fading
slowly, and the pain was fading, too.

"Then
what are we supposed to do...I don't think delay is such a good
idea..." Roy moved Edward over so that his head rested in
Havoc's lap now instead of his own. Despite a mild protest from his
legs, he managed to stand, leaning just slightly against the wall.
"I'd like to see Alphonse before we bring him in here...he..."
Mustang hesitated, perhaps it wasn't such a good idea...but it would
be better than deceiving any longer. "He was my subordinate,
after all..."

Havoc's
eye did a first-rate twitch. "What!"

Izumi's
explosion could be heard on the other side of the base.

Roy was a
bit on the pathetic side at the moment, trying to catch his breath
and retain at least some amount of dignity while curled on the floor
with his hands cupped between his legs. "Can
I...please...explain now..."

"Two
minutes," Izumi barked, looking rather bloodthirsty.

Havoc
scooted as far and as fast away from her as he could. Dragging Ed
along, of course.

Roy slid
into a sitting position, back to the wall. "It was shortly after
Edward...shortly after I was informed of his death...Alphonse came to
that year's exam...I was unaware of this until the Fuhrer fobbed him
off under my command as the Miracle Alchemist...I tried to get him to
resign, but he refused each time.." Running his fingers through
his damp hair, he sighed.

"I
believe that his sole intention for joining the military was to have
access to the books that Edward had read, and to revive his brother.
Near the middle of the third year since Edward's death, he stopped
contacting me. It was several months before I received word that he
had brought Edward back. He sounded overjoyed, and told me of their
current location..." Roy paused again, closing his eye.

"By
the time I had arrived, he was nowhere to be found...It wasn't until
a few weeks ago that I even knew what had happened..." He looked
towards Izumi. "I'm sorry...that I couldn't protect either of
them..."

Izumi's
impending explosion was cut off by a discreet knock on the door.
"Izumi? Jean? Mustang? Alphonse is here."

The hair
on the back of Havoc's neck rose. Whatever that animalistic sixth
sense he had now was, it screamed, 'RUN. NOW.' A whine wormed its way
out of his throat.

Edward
stirred slightly in Havoc's arms. "Nnngh...hhn..ah.." One
pure-golden eye opened slowly, followed by a second, no hint of
violet in sight. "A...Aru...where...where's Aru...he's
here...isn't he..." Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes, cringing
just slightly at the soreness in his muscles and looking towards the
door. "I...want to see him...let me...see him...Aru..."

Roy sat
in frozen trepidation as Ed rose, only able to watch as the boy tried
to walk, staggering for the door. This would be bad...there was no
doubting it...

With a
curse, Havoc surged up when Ed lost his balance, gripping and
supporting the kid around the waist. "Dammit, Ed, take things
slow! I'll be pissed at you if you fall over and knock your head
against something." He moved his hands up to Ed's back, giving
him something to lean against. "Okay, now try it."

"Jean...I
don't...feel..so good..." Ed leaned more heavily back against
Havoc, trying to keep his eyes focused. Not too long after, though,
he slipped back into unconsciousness.

Roy let
out a breath he hadn't noticed he was holding. Perhaps disaster could
be averted for just a little while...

Then
again, how would IZUMI react to Alphonse's current state... Okay,
this could still be bad...

Havoc
looked helplessly back at Roy. "Any ideas?"

Roy
shrugged. Sure there were things he could think of, but none of them
were necessarily appropriate for this situation... He'd wanted
to see Alphonse, but he wasn't sure if he could face that right now
anymore.

"Look,
I'll just stash Ed somewhere relatively safe until he recovers. He's
obviously not up to seeing whatever's gotten your knickers in a
twist. Other than that..." Havoc shrugged, or tried to. It
didn't work so well with an automail-heavy teen leaning against him.

Izumi had
managed to get herself sorted out. "Well, Lisa and I will get
Alphonse into a hotel or something." She flicked her fingers at
the men. "Go home and get some sleep. You look terrible."

Roy
nodded absently, getting to his feet in order to help with Ed.
"Surprisingly heavy for being so small, hm?"

Havoc
grunted, trying to get the deadweight into a manageable position. "So
where we going? You're in charge now, sir, so make a good decision."

"Somewhere
more hospitable than this room, that's for sure...other than that...I
don't think we're allowed to leave this facility yet..." Mustang
pondered just where in this place they could have at least a little
privacy, he didn't want to be bothered constantly by nurses like
before...

Havoc bit
his lip. "Well... I used to be a pro at sneaking out of
hospitals. Want to try?"

"Yes
but could you sneak out of a hospital with high level security
carrying a nineteen-year-old piece of deadweight? And would it really
be such a good idea to leave here? Fawkes might still be around...it
worries me..." Roy made to help carry Edward.

"Fawkes
wouldn't need to do anything," Havoc said quietly. "He
wants all three of us alive and kicking. It's no fun if we can't
fight back."

"Then
why this?" Roy pointed at the eyepatch. "And why Edward?"

Havoc
looked slightly sick. "All I can guess is because you're in the
way. He's going after the Fuhrer and..." He wavered. "I can
understand what he's doing and why. It makes perfect sense. The only
thing I don't get..." All the blood dropped out of Havoc's face,
and he looked dangerously close to passing out.

Roy put a
hand on Havoc's shoulder. "Jean, you okay? You look like..."
he paused at the look on the younger man's face. "Shit...Jean?"

"'M
fine," he managed. Something in his brain was trying to be
heard. Whatever it was wasn't pleasant... "Oh, fuck," he
breathed. "A warning shot." If anything, that made him want
to throw up then pass out.

Roy was
utterly confused. Pretty much all he could gather was that something
was wrong. He had no idea what it was, and didn't even know if he
wanted to know. Unless he could help of course. "What?
What's wrong dammit, I can't do anything if you don't tell
me!"

"What
would you do if you were a homicidal maniac of a chimera with a
rather perverse penchant for toying with your victims? You wouldn't
kill them. You'd fire a sort of warning shot to them... causing as
much damage as possible without actually killing them. After
all, it's much more fun to torment them then actually kill them."

What
disturbed him wasn't Fawkes' apparent plan, but the ease with which
he understood and sympathized with that course of action.

"Then
what do you propose we do...We can't just hide forever, he'll find
us.. We also can't just go out like we are now, either.." Roy
pondered something. "Where have you been staying lately?"

Havoc
looked at Roy strangely. "My apartment. Where else?"

Roy just
gaped. "They let you out of here!"

Havoc
nodded, the motion clipped and tense. He didn't want to tell Roy how
or why because he knew that all hell would break loose, and
that was the last thing they needed then. "I can probably get
the three of us out with a little hassle."

"Then
let's get out of here...this room has a heavy atmosphere I don't
like..." Roy stepped towards the door.

"Watch
for flying bullets," Havoc said sarcastically. He followed Roy
like a good little subordinate, still wrestling with something in the
back of his brain.

Roy
paused, hand on the doorknob. Turning, he grinned a bit sheepishly,
rubbing the back of his head. "I feel silly for not knowing, but
could you lead the way? I have no idea where this place is. I can
only get back and forth from here to my own room now..."

"We're
basically at a dead-end stairwell in the west wing of the hospital.
The exit's fairly close by... in fact, I think you got stuck in the
same room that I was in when I first got back to Central." He
slid past Roy, still juggling the unconcious pile of Ed. "Come
on, then."

Roy
nodded, following close behind. He was glad to get out of that room,
even more glad to get out of this damned hospital...place...whatever
the hell this was.

Havoc
ambled through the hospital, almost pretending that he wasn't
carrying Ed. Not one nurse or doctor gave him a look, though many
were tossed Roy's way. Havoc just ignored it.

Heaving a
sigh, Roy did his best to ignore the looks as well as Havoc. It's not
like he asked for them or anything!

The trick
to being inconspicuous, Havoc had found out, was to walk upright,
with your eyes looking straight ahead. Not half-shut or wide open,
just ahead. You weren't supposed twitch or fidget, just go at a
fairly sedate pace until you were where you wanted to be. And
ninety-nine percent of the time, people thought you were actually
doing something you were supposed to do.

His
little escape was also aided by the fact he was in uniform and most
of the important people knew that he was bearing the Fuhrer's tags.

"Calm
down," he said conversationally to Roy. "You're making
people stare."

The
smaller man perked at that. He hadn't thought he was doing a damn
thing wrong. "Am I that bad at this?"

"You
look like you're out on review. Relax. Look straight ahead, maybe
even slouch a bit. Don't look nervous about doing something you know
damn well is something you're not supposed to do." Havoc
shrugged one shoulder. "In short, you suck at this."

The
dark-haired man let out a light chuckle at that. "I guess so,
it's just that I've got a lot on my mind, you know that..."

Havoc
smiled sympathetically. "I can guess. But still, relax,
otherwise we're going to get caught."

Roy
nodded, and did his best to act as casual as Havoc was.

A few
minutes later, they were out free. Havoc grinned cheerfully. "Okay,
Roy, now that we're out of the hospital, you take Ed. My
knee's beginning to hurt pretty badly."

Roy
nodded shortly, somehow managing to get Ed on his back (it would be
easier that way, he thought). Some thought rose from the back of his
mind, and Roy found himself thinking about the nature of his
relationships with both Edward and Jean. It made him frown as he
walked along after the taller blonde, brow furrowed thoughtfully.

His feet
carried him along what was now a familiar route, once he was out of
that god-awful complex. He didn't notice when Havoc stopped to unlock
the door, and incidentally ran right into him. By some miracle, he
managed to stay upright without dropping Ed, but it roused him from
his thoughts.

Havoc
yelped. "Roy, what's wrong with you?" he demanded, taking
off his jacket and throwing it onto a coffeetable littered with mugs,
newspapers, and books. He turned around, hands on hips. "You
keep spacing out on me at random intervals – are you hungry,
sick, or tired?"

Roy lay
Edward down on the couch, taking a seat on the chair opposite. "Is
there a 'D: All of the above'?"

"Figured
you'd say that. You think you can get by with a peanutbutter and
strawberry jam sandwich and coffee until I actually manage to go get
something from the grocery store? Or get may landlady to?"

"Sounds
like a deal..." Roy managed a somewhat tired smile.

Havoc
quirked a sardonic little half-smile. "Aw, hell, man. Sit back.
Relax. Get some sleep if you can. I'll wake you up if your stomah
growls." He went into the kitchen, humming quietly to himself.

Roy
sighed, watching Havoc's retreating back. There were things he wanted
more than sleep or food right now, but he'd just have to deal.

Havoc
stuck the butt of the knife in his mouth, putting the third (or fifth
– he was too loopy to count) together. Damn. A cigarette would
be very nice right about now... the coffee was ready and he grabbed a
couple of mugs and a plate and balanced the entire mess out into the
living room, knife still in his mouth.

Roy got
to his feet, snatching the knife out of Havoc's mouth and helping
with the plate. "Shouldn't just walk around with something sharp
like that in your mouth.."

"What
am I going to do? Fall down and get it shoved down my throat?"
Havoc handed a mug to Roy after the smaller man had put down the
plate. "There. It's high-test, so drink it cautiously."

Having
just taken a bite of sandwich, Roy nearly choked at his mind's
reaction to Havoc's words. Clearing his throat, he nodded. "You
never know, it could happen."

"What
the...?" Havoc looked at Roy strangely for the second time in an
hour. "What is wrong with you?"

Roy
heroically resisted the urge to say 'YOU', instead opting for a shake
of his head. "Nothing...nothing..."

He
shrugged, pulling out a cigarette from its pack with his teeth and
lighting up. "Honestly, man, you confuse the hell out of me
sometimes."

"I
live for it." Roy replied, not entirely sarcastic, not entirely
serious either, as he finished the first sandwich.

Havoc
leaned back against the wall, arms folded. "Why does this not
surprise me one lick?"

"Because
you know me too well by now..." Roy glanced up, a slight glint
in his eye.

"You
said it, not me..." That glint in his eye made Havoc want to run
into the bathroom and barricade himself in... though... this could
be fun...

Roy
tilted his head the slightest bit, smirk quirking the corners of his
lips. "It's true though...you know me too well sometimes..."

"Not
entirely my fault... speaking of faults, its your fault that
the crack in the ceiling is still there, even after three years."

Roy
answered with a charming smile. "But I'm not wrong in saying
that what you got instead was far better than fixing a crack in the
ceiling...am I?"

Havoc
snorted. Tapping the ash off his cigarette, he retorted, "In a
manner of speaking, yes..."

"Care
to forget about that crack again?" Roy's grin was purely feral.
Apparantly, he'd given up on subtlety.

"Er..."
Havoc pointed to Ed. "Kid on the sofa?"

Roy
grumbled slightly. "He's asleep, Jean...and besides, it's
not like he wouldn't join in if he woke up..."

Havoc's
cheeks pinked. "Er..."

Roy
smirked again, leaning forward, gaze half-lidded. "Well...?"

Defiant
to the last, Havoc said petulantly, "Well, what?"

"It's
been a long week..." Roy rose from his chair finally, draping
himself against Havoc and effectively pinning the taller man against
the wall. "Come on, Jean...humor me...?"

He
sighed, finally giving in.

Roy
practically purred, nibbling at Havoc's collarbone through his shirt.
Several thoughts crossed his mind at the time, all of them logical,
though he didn't really care to trust them.

The
taller man gave out a strangled 'meep'. "Look, maybe we should
move this into the bedroom?"

One eye
looked up at Havoc through a fall of black bangs. "I can get
what I want right here..." One hand trailed slowly up the inside
of Havoc's thigh, rubbing lightly at the juncture of hip and leg.

Havoc
yelped. His knees almost gave out on him (it was because it was still
sore dammit!). He inhaled slowly. "Fucking bastard."

Roy
nipped playfully up under Havoc's chin, toying with the button on his
pants idly. "Come on..."

"Not
like I'm stopping you or like I particularly can..."

"Sure
you could, if you wanted to...you could at least enjoy it a little,
you know..." Roy paused for a moment, glancing up at Havoc
again. "I'll even get down on my knees for you if you want me
to..."

Havoc bit
his lip, eyes startled. "You don't have to..." He smiled.
"That's my job, anyway..."

Licking
his lips, Roy grinned. "Then by all means...do your job..."

"All
right, But I'm not undressing you."

Roy
shrugged at that, tugging a bit at his shirt to loosen it from where
it had been tucked into his rather plain dress pants (he hadn't felt
like getting decked in military garb today, anyway, this was more
comfortable, and handy in such situations as the current), undoing
the buttons one by one.

He was a
bit miffed though that it couldn't be more like that first time.
Mostly because Jean wouldn't do the honors in removing his pants.

Havoc
grinned mischeviously at the look on Roy's face, guessing easily the
reason. "Your own silly fault for not keeping me on a short
leash," he purred.

Now Roy
had thought about leashes before... "I wanted you to find new
ways to surprise me..." He undid the last button, running his
fingers through his hair as he looked back up at Havoc.

"Oh?
Like what? Sorry, you'll have to help me, I'm a bit dense." He
removed his cigarette, pinching it out and tossing it easily into an
available ashtray.

"Idiot,
if I told you how to surprise me, then it wouldn't be surprising..."
The smaller man dragged Havoc down into a rough kiss.

He
chuckled. "I can't do anything if I don't know what you want..."
He pulled back, nipping gently. "And if you insult me again,
I'll lock you in the bathroom."

Roy
growled softly. "I want you to make your own decisions, if
you're doing something I don't like, I'll make sure you're the first
to know about it."

Havoc
sighed in mock-distress. "See? It's things like this that make
me believe that I can think for myself." He twisted, shoving Roy
back and up against the wall. "Shouldn't encourage the little
kitten, now should you?" he murmured, running his tongue wetly
down the smaller man's neck.

Roy
tilted his head back a bit, arms sliding around Havoc's waist. "That
was my intention from the beginning, though..."

Havoc's
eyes flicked up to Roy's face briefly, before returning to nibbling
his shoulder. "I feel loved."

"Oh,
hush..." Roy managed to slip two fingers down the back of
Havoc's pants, rubbing at the base of his spine.

Havoc
yelped, his entire body shuddering briefly. He braced himself on his
arms. "What is with you and that spot?"

Roy
grinned, taking a moment to nibble Havoc's earlobe. "It's your
reactions that make it so fascinating..."

Havoc
stared at him. "Damn, you're weird," he said finally.

Roy bit
down lightly. "Come on, enough talk..."

"Impatient,
are we?" Havoc nipped his way down Roy's chest and stomach,
finally pausing to nibble on his waistband.

Roy
shivered lightly, looking down at Havoc. A vision from the past
skirted across his vision, and he smiled softly, the fussing of
little kitties on the other side of a bedroom door ringing in his
ears for a moment.

The
not-so-distant past flashed next, the memory of a semi-rough, warm
tongue made him shudder involuntarily. That part would make this just
that much better than the first time...

Havoc
purred quietly, popping the catch and gently drawing down the cloth.
"Do you think that you can stay quiet until I'm done?" he
challenged, tongue flicking out to briefly touch bare, sensitive
skin.

Roy
shuddered again, grinning just a bit. "This again, hm? As long
as you're not going to pull something like last time..."

He paused
to consider that. "What a good idea."

Roy
groaned. "But you remember...we're not alone this time,
Jean..." He shifted slightly, trying to get a bit more
comfortable.

Havoc
smiled up at him, blue-green eyes innocent as daisies. "What
makes you think that we were alone then?"

Roy
frowned. "They were cats, Jean...I doubt that listening to
humans fuck makes them horny.."

"That
wasn't quite what I meant. Severn was pissed at me for days."
His tongue flicked out again.

A small
shiver made its way up Roy's spine. "Well damn for smart cats
then..." He was getting just slightly more than a little
impatient.

Havoc
hummed agreement, finally giving Roy what he wanted.

Obediently
(or stubbornly, depending on who was looking at it), Roy bit back a
groan. Idle fingers, in dire need of movement, sought out Havoc's
hair, twining through two-toned strands.

Havoc
purred at the not-quite-a-pet that he was recieving from Roy. He may
have been almost-human, but there were a few perks that went along
with the territory.

Roy felt
the purr rather than hearing it, lips quirking into a bit of a smile.
Shifting his fingers slightly, he began to scratch a bit more than
rub.

Licking
slowly and languidly, Havoc tilted his head a bit, allowing Roy to
scratch more. His eyes lidded halfway, content.

Roy
tilted his head back, hitting the wall with a dull thud. His hand
continued to scratch, half-lidded gaze slipping in and out of focus
as he stared at the ceiling, breaths coming in shorter intervals.

Havoc
purred harder; Roy's fingers had hit a particularly nice spot. Fair's
fair. He returned the favor twice over.

Forcing
himself to relax, Roy found it much easier to stay quiet and not
move. Eye closed and breaths short but steady, he almost felt that
this way, it could last forever..

Carefully,
gently, Havoc alternated hard licks with softer ones, always minding
his tongue. He didn't mind doing this at all... he never minded
submitting to either alchemist. Nipping softly, he smiled to himself.
It's what made life so fun, anymore.

Roy felt
he could spend eternity basking in this heat, melting into it, he
could get used to this.. One swift, unchecked jerk of his hips and a
moan nearly let slip reminded him that such things never were meant
to last forever..

Havoc
nuzzled the other man. "You can come any time now," he
purred sweetly.

Oh, is
that so? Good to see I have your permission, Lieutenant.. Roy
simply grinned softly, letting this be drawn out as long as he could
stand it.

"Bastard,"
Havoc said affectionately, catching the grin and knowing precisely
what it meant. Half-sheathed claws raked over bare skin, accompanied
by a particularly teasing lick.

Head
tilted back once more, Roy took in a sharp breath, letting it out in
almost a sigh. Claws sent shivers up and down his spine, and that
lick was just almost enough to see him slumped over Havoc's
shoulders.

Cool
blue-green eyes looked up and held coal black as Havoc slowly and
deliberately repeated the scratch and lick, digging his claws in just
a bit harder – not enough to break the skin, but enough to make
their presence insistant. He nipped hard flesh, then soothed the
sting away with a careful tongue.

Roy
almost didn't catch the low moan that was rising in his throat,
though his voice caught there and only wordless breaths slipped free.
His hand had long since ceased its motions in Havoc's hair, in favor
for a bit more of a solid grip, one hand on his shoulder to keep
himself upright.

Havoc
growled softly, eyes narrowing at the hard grip in his hair. He
pulled back, pouting up at Roy, though his claws did run,
breath-light, over sensitive skin.

Roy let
his head drop to look down at Havoc, realizing his grip and releasing
it. He leaned down, best he could, a silent apology in a gentle kiss,
a somewhat rough nip serving as an unspoken urge to continue.

Havoc
obediently resumed, nipping, licking, and all together playing with
Roy.

This
pace is too slow... One hand tightened on Havoc's shoulder, sweat
beginning to bead on Roy's skin, dripping every so often downwards.

Havoc's
muscles twitched, though he refused to notice it. Of course, he did
notice the unspoken plea and completely gave in to Roy.

Worked up
so high already, it didn't take long before Roy couldn't tell if he
made a sound or not. It didn't take long then for his grip to tighten
almost painfully, before going completely slack as he collapsed,
barely holding himself up against Havoc.

Once he
could focus again, Roy lifted his head, just enough to see the awed
look on Edward's face. He still felt too heavy to move, only able to
meet golden eyes, unknowing of what that look meant.

Havoc
slowly put his arms around Roy, wincing as his shoulder complained.
That was going to leave one hell of a bruise.

All Ed
could do was stare. He'd never seen Roy like that before! He
knew damn well what was done, but it didn't make sense to him how
Jean could make Roy lose it like that, and he couldn't...even though
they did the same damn thing! Was Havoc just that much better than
him? His hands clenched the edge of the couch cushions.

Roy
swallowed hard, noting the boy's grip. "Ed..." He paused,
really not knowing what to say.

Havoc
froze solid. Ohhhh, damn.

The
ponytailed blonde stood, making his way swiftly over to the two.
Leaning down slightly, almost in the same movement, Ed captured Roy's
mouth with a rough kiss.

Roy's one
eye widened profusely, as the unquestionable prickling of a blush
spread rapidly across his cheeks. That was...different... Not to
mention entirely unexpected.

Ed pulled
away, seemingly satisfied, and returned to the couch in order to
munch on the leftover sandwiches.

Havoc let
Roy go, squirming uncomfortably.

Roy's
gaze was now set on the floor, as he subconsciously began rebuttoning
his shirt. He still couldn't quite be sure what Edward's reaction to
this incident was...the boy was downright confusing.

Havoc got
up, wordlessly brushing down his pants. Then he disappeared into his
room, presumably to get more comfortable clothes.

Running
his fingers through his hair, Roy sighed, opting to curl up in the
chair he'd been sitting in earlier, back to Ed for the time being.

Golden
eyes focused solely on the food in front of him, and, suddenly, Ed
remembered how awful the food had been back at... How did he get
here? This was...unmistakeably Jean's apartment... Oh well, enough
about that, there was edible food in front of him, and damn if he
wasn't going to lick the plate.

Havoc
returned in a few minutes, dressed in heavy denim work pants and a
half-buttoned work shirt. "Ed, if you're hungry, I can go get
something for you." His voice sounded eerily hollow in the
somewhat strained silence.

The
younger blonde shivered at the sound, realized there were crumbs all
over his face and that he was, indeed, licking the plate, put the
plate down and stared. Edward's eyes focused again after about a
minute, and he bolted off the couch in order to nearly bowl Havoc
over.

The
taller blonde yelped, feeling like a miniature elephant had just
gotten him in the midriff. "Or not?" he said weakly.

Roy slid
from the chair to the couch, stretching out and making himself
comfortable. Burying his face in the pillow, he attempted to doze.

"Where's
Al...he's nearby, I know it..." Ed mumbled into Havoc's shirt.

Havoc's
hand came up to gently stroke Ed's hair. "Izumi and Lisa are
taking care of him at a hotel near the base. Lisa has my phone
number, and they'll call sometime tomorrow. Don't even think about
complaining," he said, cutting the boy off. "I have strict
orders to get you fed, washed, and safely in bed." All right, so
he was fudging things a bit. But the kid really did need some sleep
and decent food.

Ed
frowned slightly, thinking. "Why can't I go see him now, I'm
perfectly fine!"

"Look,
I don't want to get Izumi on my ass. She already did a number on Roy,
and I'm pretty sure I'm next on her list if I screw up." He
grabbed Ed's chin, forcing him to look up. "You will do
as I say, got that? No fighting, no arguing, no whining. You're a
mess, you're half starved, and damn it, you need rest."
He could only hope the kid was together enough that he could
understand.

Ed threw
his arms up around Havoc's neck, pulling just enough so that their
noses touched. "Hmmm...I'll be a good boy and go to sleep if
you'll agree to come tuck me in..." The grin on his face
couldn't be a good thing.

Havoc
sighed, closing his eyes in defeat. "Yes. If that's what you
want, fine. But –" His eyes snapped open, shining with
their own impish glee. He scooped Ed up easily. "You'll have to
take a bath, first."

Edward
squirmed in the taller man's arms, "Hey! OI! Lemme down I can
walk myself!" Despite his protests, he grinned, even laughed at
this turn of events. "C'mon, I'm not a little kid you know!"
Clinging to Havoc's neck, he planted a kiss on the chimera's cheek.
"You gonna wash my back for me, then?"

Havoc
chuckled, opening the door to the bathroom and somehow manouvering
the both of them through it. "Well, yeah. Otherwise, you're not
going to do it properly, yes?" He set Ed down and started
rummaging around for towels, soap, and a washcloth. Nice to have
you back, kiddo...

Testing
the water, Ed found that it had still been switched to the
showerhead, promptly getting minorly soaked before ducking out of the
way. Since he had no doubts about who'd used it last, he set his
water-strewn revenge on Havoc, shaking his head to splatter the
taller man.

Havoc
burst out laughing. Reaching out, he switched the water catch
(setting the bath on at 'mildly hot') and flicked more water at Ed.
"Strip down and get in while I get something clean for you."

One arm
still held up in defense mode, Ed laughed. He felt like everything
that had happened these past three years was just a dream, and that
they were just living not-so-normal, normal lives like before. "Yeah,
yeah." It wasn't hard to get out of the clothes he was in,
though, seeing as somehow, Jean and Roy had managed to get him out of
the hospital still dressed in those stupid clothes...

Disappearing
briefly, Havoc returned with some really old clothing that
probably had belong to... a cousin or something. He set them down on
a stool. "Come on, slowpoke, get in. Unless you want me to
bodily dump you in..."

Ed pouted
cutely, doing as told nonetheless. "You're not coming in too?"
He continued the cute look.

Havoc
lifted his eyebrows. "No." He tossed a washcloth at Ed.
"You and I both know what would happen if I did that, and right
now, that's pretty low on my list of priorities – I need to get
you back up and functional, first."

"I'm
perfectly fine!" Ed flung water in Havoc's general
direction once more, still pouting.

"No,
you are not," Havoc said with asperity, watching the
water sail past. "You're running on a boost of energy and
adrenaline. Sit down and be good."

"Are
fucking too!" Ed threw more water at Havoc, mostly his at his
face. After that, though, he seemed to quiet down, simply sitting
cross-legged with his back to the rest of the bathroom. He was, of
course, still pouting, though to look close enough would reveal that
he was blushing as well.

Havoc
groaned, his once clean, warm, dry shirt sticking
inconvieniently to his body. "Goddamn little gopher," he
muttered, half affectionate, half annoyed.

Ed
pointedly shoved his head underwater, getting his hair wet, then came
back up, dripping. "I still say I'm perfectly fine." At
least now his sopping bangs mostly hid his face, blush included.

"I
don't think you are," Havoc retorted, eyeing Ed suspiciously.
"Let me amend my previous statement to 'you're running on
adrenaline and hormones.'"

Spinning
around (and thusly slinging water from his hair all over the
bathroom), Ed sent a full on glare (blush included) directly at
Havoc. "Shut UP!"

He spread
his hands non-threateningly. "Just saying, kiddo. No need to get
fiesty at me." He looked down at his now-plastered and
translucent shirt. "You're washing this, gopher-boy."
Post
by Edward Elric on May 30, 2005, 9:40pm

Ed just
continued to glare (and blush furiously), in silence, both hands
covering his lap.

Havoc
grinned impishly at him. "Don't glare at me like that. It's not
my fault."

Edward's
left eye twitched slightly. His vision was a bit blurred due to the
water that gathered in his eyes. It was just bathwater, not tears. Or
so he would claim if asked about it.

Noticing
the twitch, Havoc frowned, concerned. He reached over. "Something
in your eye?"

The
smaller blonde turned his head to the side, swatting lightly at the
hand that reached for him. "Nothing, I'm fine!" He
would deny any and all crack in his voice, too.

"All
right, all right." Havoc got up. "I'll let you alone now."

Ed
blinked, looking up at Havoc with a slightly hurt look on his face.
"You're leaving?"

Havoc
winced at the look and the tone. "Well, not if you don't want me
to..." Dear god, that sounded painfully lame to his own ears...

"You're
all wet..." Ed pointed out the obvious. "Besides...you said
you'd wash my back..." He was still hopeful for more than a
back-washing, though.

Havoc put
his hands on his hips. "I'm not going to wash your back if you
keep sulking and pouting at me."

Once
again, rather than a pout, Ed presented a glare.

Havoc
threw a washcloth neatly at his face. "You're sulking. Wash your
own back."

"I
am not sulking! You're just pissing me off!" Man, if they
had a lie detector in here, Ed...

"Oh,
really." Havoc developed an eyetwitch of his own. "Please
bear in mind that I am neither stupid nor new to this. I've known you
for quite some time now, Edward, and you are most definately
sulking."

"Shut
up..." Ed drew his knees to his chest, trying his damnedest not
to cry. It wasn't working. He was frustrated, dammit!

Havoc's
eyes flicked briefly heavenward. "Ed, just calm down and relax.
This isn't helping you one bit."

"You're
not helping either you know..." Ed didn't bother holding back
tears anymore. "What with all that 'take it easy' bullshit..."

Havoc
knelt, gently but firmly holding Ed's shoulders. "Yes, take it
easy. After what you've been through..." He paused. "I'm
worried sick about you. I don't know what could happen to you right
now, because not even the other three alchemy geniuses know what's
going on. You're sick, you're tired, you're hungry. You're not even
close to your normal level of functioning before this mess started."

"None
of that makes any difference to me right now though..." Ed tried
to shrink away from Havoc's touch, but it wasn't working.

Havoc
sighed. "And they wondered why I was so glad to get away from
Central."

"What's
Central got to do with any of it!" Ed turned his head, glaring
rather half-assedly.

"Never
mind." Havoc ran his fingers affectionately through Ed's hair.
"I'll make a deal with you. If you calm down and let me take
care of you, then I'll be your personal toy for the night, okay?"

Ed
flushed crimson at that, wriggling uncomfortably. "I'll be
good...just don't say anything else like that until you're through,
dammit!"

"Right,
right. Sorry." Havoc carefully smoothed the evil grin from his
face, calmly soaping up a washcloth. He took Ed's flesh arm in hand
and begain to run the cloth over his skin. "What do you want for
breakfast tomorrow morning?"

Relaxing
minimally, Ed shrugged his automail shoulder. "What do you
have?"

"Not
much. That's the problem. I've been living off Xingian takeout ever
since I got out of the hospital. I don't particularly want to leave
either of you alone right now, so going out to get something could be
tricky. My charwoman or landlady may be willing to help me out."
He ran the cloth over Ed's ribs, tickling gently. "So it's
pretty much up to you. I do have to ask that some meat be involved,
though."

Ed held
back laughter. "Quit it! Hey! I don't care what's for breakfast
as long as it's not m-m-m..." He blanched a rather unsightly
shade.

Tugging
gently to turn Ed around, Havoc snorted. "That's one hell of an
anti-obession there," he remarked. "Don't worry, I can't
have the stuff in the house anymore. I'm lactose intolerant now,
remember?"

Edward
blinked. "But I thought cats liked that stuff..."

"Kittens
love it – it's all they can eat before their meat-teeth come
in. Older cats – especially the big hunters, like myself –
can't drink it anymore. I'm not sure why, it just is." Havoc
poked around Ed's back for a bit. "Lord almighty, you're hard as
a rock."

"Oh..."
Ed twitched at the poking, then blushed again. "What the hell is
that supposed to mean anyway!"

Havoc
poked at Ed's human shoulder. "It means you're tense." He
gently began to knead hard muscles. "Have you ever just stopped
running?"

"Huh?"
Ed blinked, not quite understanding what Havoc meant by that.

"Never
mind." Havoc moved lower. "Does this tickle?"

Jerking
slightly, Ed winced. "No, it hurts.."

Havoc
gave a growly sigh. "That's even worse. Come on, Ed. Up and out.
I'm going to do some serious work on your back."

Sighing,
Ed did as instructed, he was going to be good and do what Havoc said
until he got what he wanted anyway. The man had promised, dammit.

Havoc
threw a towel at Ed and went into his bedroom. A few minutes later, a
yelp and hiss let the world know that he had run afoul of his closet
again.

Towel
around his waist and still dripping, Ed wandered after Havoc, staring
at the mess that had been created. "Are you...okay?"

Flat on
his ass, Havoc threw Ed a Look. "Does it – OW!" A
heavy-looking leather collar decided to bop him one on the top of his
head. He winced, glaring at the collar and chucked it into his
closet. "Stupid sodding bastards. On the bed. Now."

Ed eyed
the collar suspiciously, thoughtfully, and then proceeded to sprawl
out comfortably on his stomach. "What's something like that
doing in your closet anyway, Jean?"

Havoc
extracted himself from the mess of books and extra bedding. "The
guys from my new unit thought it would be cute and amusing to give me
a collar along with some documents I requested. I yelled at them for
about three hours straight, then threw the damn thing in my closet."
He glared at the gaping mess in question. "I was sort-of hoping
that I'd forget about it and that the closet would eat it."

Ed
blinked, dismissing the thought. "Remember what I said before
about a collar?"

"M'mm...
what? That you'll stick me in a collar if I comment on being old one
more time?" The taller blonde slid onto the bed, easily
straddling the youth. "But... that was a while ago, wasn't it?"

Swallowing
hard, Ed brought up his arms to use them as a pillow, staring at the
headboard. "Well...it wasn't that long ago...just a few
weeks..."

Havoc
ruthlessly pressed down onto knotted muscle. Conversationally, he
remarked, "Well, for a man who can't even remember if he had
breakfast, it's a while."

"You've
got the-OW-memory span of a-CAREFULWITHTHAT-butterfly, you know
that?" Ed squirmed a bit, wanting halfway to get away from the
pain, but halfway knowing that yes, it did feel pretty nice.

"And
the brain capacity of a mosquito's elbow," Havoc said
cheerfully, slowly working his way down Ed's back. Every time he
found a knot, he showed no mercy.

Clenching
his fists, Edward forced himself to stay still, but goddamn it hurt!
The only plus to this (aside from the fact that it was Havoc, and Ed
was only wearing a towel), was the fact that it felt better once Jean
was done.

"H'm.
You have a really nasty knot right about here –" Havoc
proceeded to prod and pummel the point "– that's going to
take a bit of work. Ready to wave the white flag yet?"

Ed
whined, squirming slightly at that one. "Are you done
yet!"

"No."

"Almost?"

"Define
'almost.'" A nasty-sounding crack reverberated through the small
room.

"I
told you to take it easy with that! You tryin' to kill me or
something!" Ed made an attempt at rolling over, failing of
course due to Havoc pinning him down.

Havoc
leaned over. "If you pay attention," he said gently.
"You'll find out that you feel a lot better."

Blinking,
Edward simply buried his face back in his arms, flushed and
grumbling.

"And,"
the bigger man continued, fingers rubbbing the back of Ed's neck,
"you'll probably find out that you don't have a headache
anymore."

Ed
blinked again. "Since when did I have a headache?" He was
rather confused.

Havoc
smiled. "Then I haven't finished yet."

Now that
was just utterly confusing. "What...in the hell are you talking
about!"

Havoc's
fingers began to massage the nape of Ed's neck. "When you're
tense, the blood vessels up to your brain constrict. That starts a
chain reaction that gives you a mild headache. You never really
notice until you're completely relaxed."

"I'm
never completely relaxed...you should know that by now..."
Ed mumbled into his arms.

"Says
who?" Havoc dropped a brief kiss on the back of Ed's neck. "You
do know that you can make yourself seriously sick like that, right?"

"I
don't have the time to be completely relaxed, I always have to be
ready in case somebody's after my life again..."

Havoc
smiled sadly.

"So
are you finished yet?" Ed yawned briefly, trying to sneak a
glance over his shoulder at Havoc.

"If
you want me to be, yes."

Golden
eyes blinked again. "I didn't mean it like that..."

"Neither
did I." Havoc began to gently rub Ed's back. "Are you
feeling better, though?"

Ed was
still a bit confused with Havoc's words. "Well...yeah..."
He did feel quite a bit better, actually.

"Good."
Havoc flopped over onto his back, stretching painfully until his
spine popped.

Ed turned
his head, looking at Havoc from the cradle of his arms. "That
sounds like it's got to hurt.."

"I'm
just stressed. I'll get over it by tomorrow with a few mugs of coffee
to help me along."

"You
should get some sleep then..." Ed felt rather content to lay
right where he was for the time being.

"Can't.
Not yet, at any rate. I need to look at some papers." He got up,
limping a little over to the door. "Photostats aren't allowed to
be made of medical records and I'm technically not supposed to have
them... 'specially since your and my files are classified."

Ed sat
up, blinking. "Photostats?" Once again, Havoc was utterly
confusing the shit out of him.

Havoc
stared at him. "Where the hell have you been for the past
fifteen years? Photostat copying."

"..."
Ed stared blankly. Resting his hands in his towel-covered lap, he
blinked at Havoc. "I've been a good boy like I said..." He
frowned, half-glaring.

A smile
found its way onto Havoc's face. "Fair's fair. You'll have to
ask."

Ed's
frown grew slightly more serious. "...Come here then.."

Havoc
obeyed silently, standing easily next to the boy.

Patting
the bed next to him, Ed continued frowning. He must've been thinking.
"Lay down then."

Still
mute, Havoc eased himself onto the bed. He looked at Ed, eyebrows up.

A bit
annoyedly, Ed shoved Havoc over onto his side, curling up behind him.
"Now get some sleep. No arguing, you promised."

Havoc
grinned to himself, closing his eyes. Not a bad day. Not a bad day
at all...

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