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Breaking Havoc	By : WaterWalker Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5000 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Thank you to all my patient reviewers! I love you all! Oh, and just so you know, expect a lemon in the next chapter! <3

Chapter 6

The next week went by with surprisingly little incident. Havoc would report to the office first thing in the morning, making his best effort to avoid the Colonel, and putting on his most sincere working façade for the rest of his crew. He still ate lunch with the boys, talked constantly about the ladies, and smoked lazily in the office. For all intents and purposes, he was his normal, happy self. But just as he would carry out his day like clockwork, he too would leave the office at 5:00 sharp with a lazy smile and a casual wave, and head down to the depths of the military base.
Archer�s shit eating grin would meet him before he�d even be able to knock, and the man would have him stripped, cleaned and bandaged in minutes. After which, the military leader had taken to Havoc�s company while he worked, and the blonde would end up sprawled across Archer�s lap each evening while the other conducted business as if it were normal. And finally, every evening at around nine o�clock, Havoc would be allowed to leave, surprisingly, with most of his pride in tact. But Havoc�s luck couldn�t last forever, he knew once he healed, things would change.
Havoc stood in front of the bathroom mirror, fingers grasping the edge of the porcelain sink as he took a slow, steady breath. His shoulders no longer hurt to flex, and his arms were all but completely healed. Sure, his wounds were still pinked, and they were incredibly sensitive to the touch, but he wasn�t bleeding anymore, and he didn�t need to be dressed anymore either. And that�s pretty much where he started to worry. He�d been getting steadily better over the past few days, and yet Archer still insisted he come to his office. The man had forgone bandaging now, sufficing in just seeing the wounds, before going straight to forcing Havoc into his lap. But that wasn�t what worried Havoc. Oh no, what worried him, was how those fleeting touches seemed to last longer, how those hands were trailing in places they never used to trail, and how Archer�s eyes had started to get a predatory gleam in them once more. Frankly, he was scared shitless. He knew it wouldn�t be long, before things started to go downhill with him and the pale colonel, what he didn�t know, was how he was going to get himself out of this damned mess.
He sighed, turning off the water from the tap, before straightening and strolling back into the office, ready to excuse himself for the day, when an arm shot out beside him, catching his elbow. Now, Havoc never used to be one that would generally be known as jumpy, but considering the nature of the past few weeks, he was understandably on edge. So it shouldn�t have come as much of a surprise to him when he let out a startled shout as someone pulled him out and into the hall. Unfortunately, that someone was a certain Colonel Mustang, a certain Colonel Mustang who looked half confused, and half amused. "Lieutenant?"
Havoc winced, scratching the back of his head as Mustang released his arm, an embarrassed flush working across the bridge of his nose. "A-ah, Yes sir?"

"I never took you for a screamer."
Great. Havoc groaned, resisting the urge to turn and pound his face into the wall. "You surprised me sir." He tried, giving himself a good, hard mental kick as he flicked his eyes off to the side, trying to avoid that bemused expression on the other�s face. Unfortunately, his gaze immediately fell to the clock on the far wall, a cold sinking feeling working it�s way into his belly. Fuck, 5:15, he was already late. "Well sir, I really should be going so if there�s anything in particular you wanted to-"
"As a matter of fact�" That grin on Mustang�s face was one that Havoc knew all to well, Roy had something planned, something that probably involved a lot of booze and women. Normally, that expression would rise a surge of excitement in Havoc�s belly. Today, however, all it did was cause him to swallow nervously. Whenever Mustang got like this, there was no talking him out of whatever had wormed its way into his head. Roy continued to smirk, reaching forward to grab the front of Havoc�s shirt and pulling him towards the base�s staff entrance. "You�re coming drinking."

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT! Havoc stammered to try and find an excuse as they made their way out the front doors and into the military parking lot, his heels digging in as he stumbled after the Colonel. "Ah- Sir I�m terribly sorry but I, uh, I have some papers and�"
"This is not a request Lieutenant." Mustang stated, coming to a stop and turning to face Havoc, his hand dropping from the blonde�s shirt. "This is an order."

He was so, royally, fucked.

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Needless to say, that despite it all, Havoc had a pretty good night. Fury had politely refused all drinks, resigning himself as the designated driver, while Breda, Falman, himself and the Colonel had pitted themselves against Hawkeye in a shooters competition to end all. Turned out, Riza had an unbelievable liquor tolerance, and ten shots, five beers and a martini later, Falman was totaled, Breda was singing off tune to a song on the radio, and Havoc was just about passed out in his seat.
"Fu-uck." The blonde gently pressed his brow to the cool, smooth surface of the bar counter, his head spinning and his stomach turning with a pleasant warmth. So being hot, exhausted and pleasantly drunk, left Havoc with no greater desire than to simply close his eyes, and let all his worries wash away.
Or, that was what he would have done, had it not been for the fingers that had taken to grabbing at his shoulders, gently, invitingly so, drawing him up and from the comfort of the marble slate. "Come on, up you get."
The voice sounded like a terribly tipsy Roy Mustang, the man carefully guiding Havoc up and off of the barstool. The blonde second lieutenant hummed happily, his body slumping against the Colonel�s side as they slowly made their way out of the building and towards one of the larger, state owned automobiles. Havoc blinked, his eyes falling to his own car, situated on the opposite ends of the pub�s grounds, his hands reaching out to it as they drew away. "W�wait my�I gotta get my�the car�"
"No-oo." Mustang sing songed, shaking his head as they stumbled together into the waiting vehicle, crammed in the back with Falman and Breda, the still coherent Hawkeye, and completely sober Fury residing in the front. "You can get it in the morn-ing."
Havoc nodded a bit, his head resting on Roy�s shoulder as he took in a slow, deep breath of the man�s scent. Mm, he smelled good. The thought was odd, but for some reason, it didn�t set off any warning bells in Havoc�s head. He enjoyed a lot about the Colonel, so why shouldn�t he enjoy his scent too? He made a small, happy noise, closing his eyes as he leaned into Mustang�s frame, a small smile on his features.
Most of the ride home was a bit of a blur, but maybe that was because Havoc never actually ended up going home. Fury and Hawkeye had insisted that he was in no shape to take care of himself. And so Mustang, whom he had stayed with on many occasions before, had agreed to allow Havoc to stay in his guest room. With some maneuvering, and a great deal of care (mostly on Roy�s behalf) the two made it inside of his town house, the door sliding shut behind them with a soft bang.
The noise was loud enough to jolt Havoc slightly from his alcohol induced stupor, enough at least, that he was able to notice how smooth the Colonel�s steps were, and how steady his actions seemed to be. Just moments before, the other had been a roaring drunk, just like the rest of them. So how was it that he seemed so calm now? "Sm�Roy?"
The dark haired man didn�t look up, pushing Havoc�s back against the door as he knelt down to pull off the blonde man�s military uniform boots. "Yes Jean?"
Havoc hummed a bit for a moment, watching with a confused interest as his shoes were tossed aside, Roy taking him around the waist once more and moving him deeper into the house. "Ho�how come your all�walking, an� stuff."
"Hm?" Mustang led Havoc into what the blonde loosely recognized to be the spare room, setting his subordinate down on the edge of the bed and moving towards the closet.
"I mean�" The blonde swallowed, his feet kicking slightly as he struggled to keep himself from falling back and into the soft covers, his eyes focussing on the busy frame of his best friend. "Yer not all, uh, drunk �n stuff�anymore."
Roy shook his head, moving over to the bed and setting down a pair of pajama pants and a long sleaved, button up shirt. "Don�t worry about it." He stated, moving forward to beging undoing the fastens on Havoc�s jacket.
The lieutenant protested, moving back from those hands with a quick swat, before moving his own fingers towards the jacket. "I can get�get�I can do�change by myself."
Mustang stood back with a small nod, watching Havoc with a burning intensity that the blonde didn�t even seem to notice as he began to strip down and out of his military garb. Roy�s jaw tightened, he hadn�t been drinking nearly as much as the other�s through out the night, switching out his shots for lime tonic shortly after the first round. He�d wanted this chance to take care of Havoc, to watch him, to try and catch what was up. What he hadn�t expected, however, was to see a string of scars revealed as the humming blonde peeled away his standard cut black tee. In a moment the Colonel leapt forward, his hands finding Havoc�s wrists as he forced the blonde to hold still, his eyes wide and trained on the pink, angry lines that cross the other�s forearms, leaking down behind the curve of his shoulders and towards his back.
"Whatcha doin?" Havoc asked, still smiling lazily as Roy studied him closely, his blue eyes clouded with alcohol.
Roy swallowed, his hands running up to trace the remains of what he could only assume were deep, angry welts, a soft pang hitting him in the chest. How the hell had Havoc managed to hide this from them? What had happened to the blonde, what could possibly have done this much damage? "Nothing." He stated, slowly standing back and watching the other with a twinge of sympathy, and anger. He wouldn�t get any answers now, not with Havoc in such a state. "Get dressed, and get some sleep. There�s a bucket by your bed if you get ill in the night."
"K-aay."
Making his way to the door Mustang paused, his eyes falling on Havoc�s form as the man turned round, the glare of the street lamps from the window enough to light up a sea of thick welts, just barely healed, painted across the lieutenants pale flesh. His fists clenched, jaw tight as he forced himself to leave the room. Havoc was pissed out of his mind, there was no way that confronting him now would do them any good. No, for now, he�d have to figure out a few things. Like for one, who the fuck had the balls to screw around with one of his men.
Because whoever they were, they would pay.

Big time.

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Light, Havoc decided, was both an unnecessary, and cruel part of the world. Second only to that, of the blaring of an alarm clock at some ungodly hour in the morning. The blonde braced his hands against his eyes, the shrill, angry shriek of a new day bringing him out of an all but alcohol induced coma. He groaned, his head protesting heavily as he sat up, his stomach lurching into his throat and causing him to cough a bit. Mm, what a lovely morning after. They must have had a blast last night.
"Fuck, I�m never. Drinking. Again." Of course, that a saying of this sort was only a set up for failure, as Havoc knew that no amount of pain could ever truly wean a man from the dark temptations of alcohol. He swung his feet over the edge of the bed, his hands dropping from his eyes to the bed as he hoisted himself up to stand, the act itself taking a lot of concentration, and will power.
And it was just about then, that Havoc realized something.

This wasn�t his house.
�And these weren�t his pajamas.
"Oh fuck."

"Good morning to you too lieutenant." Havoc startled, nearly tumbling over backwards as he jerked his attention towards the doorway, his eyes, after some amount of effort, fixing on the figure of a certain Roy mustang, standing in the doorway. "How�s your head feeling?"
Havoc shifted from where he stood, laughing slightly despite his protesting skull, trying to appear calm when he was anything but. "Like I got over by a semi truck." He stated, slowly moving towards where his uniform had been presumably tossed the evening before. "So uh, I�m assuming this is your place then Colonel?"
"Mm." Mustang watched Havoc�s movements carefully, taking in the blonde�s every motion, and just barely catching a flash of bare, scarred skin as the man leaned down to pick up his clothing. "You were totaled last night, I took you home, got you changed and put you in bed."
Fuck. Havoc swallowed, straightening agonizingly slowly, his fingers clutched in the fabric of his uniform. That was not what he had wanted to hear. "Um, well�thank you either way, for your hospitality and all." He tried, hoping to veer the conversation away from the eminent danger he could feel, building in his belly. "I mean, damn, we must have been absolutely smashed."
"Mhm." The Colonel made no move to leave, leaving Havoc to stand awkwardly, uniform in arms.
"Well, I think I�ll just go get changed then." He tried, moving over towards the door and brushing past Roy, his eyes fixing on the bathroom across the hall. He�d barely made it two steps towards it, however, when Roy grabbed his forearm, yanking him backwards into the room and holding him there. "S-sir I�"
"I saw it Havoc." Roy�s voice made the blonde freeze, his hands subconsciously opening as his clothing fell to the floor. Oh fuck, oh fuck. "I saw it all, and I want answers."
"Aha." Havoc tried a smile, his free arm raising up as he sheepishly ran his fingers through his short, blonde locks. "Well, we were both pretty drunk sir, so I-"
"I wasn�t drunk Jean."
Havoc�s jaw tightened, his eyes immediately hardening on his superior. "Let me go Roy." He stated, pulling his arm back, only to have the other tighten his hold. "I need to get changed, and get my car from wherever the hell I left it. Please. Let. Me. Go."
"I can�t do that Jean." Mustang�s voice held a sharp twinge of annoyance, his brows drawn down in a bone chilling glare. "Tell me who did this to you."

"Let me go." Havoc pulled back, wincing as the other�s grip tightened painfully on his forearm.
"Not until you tell me who did this to you." Roy growled, giving the blonde a small, unconscious shake, his teeth gritting in anger. "Who Jean? Who did this to you?!"
"It�s none of your business!" Havoc ripped down, pulling out of Mustang�s grip and taking a few steps back, his hand shooting to his forearm, rubbing the sore muscles. "It happened during my spare time, and it was a direct result of my actions. So what the fuck do you care huh?" He moved forward quickly, scooping up his clothing and making a dash towards the bathroom door, locking it behind him with a loud click. His heart was pounding. Roy could not find out about this. He just couldn�t.
Havoc took a small breath, stumbling over to turn on the shower. Fuck, this was not going to be a good day.
By the time Havoc was done in the shower, Mustang had finished breakfast and was waiting by the door. Havoc grabbed a bagel from the counter, barely meeting Roy�s eyes as the two made their way towards the car that was waiting for them out front. Fury was doing rounds that morning, people all the people in their little party up from their houses, and dropping them at the bar to retrieve their cars. The ride was done in complete silence, the three men not saying a word to each other as they arrived at the bar. By the time Havoc made it back to the office, Mustang was already locked up in his room, leaving Jean to what he assumed to be, a quite, progressive work day. That was, until Hawkeye approached him, a paper in hand.
"For you, Second Lieutenant."
Havoc blinked as he took the paper, wondering idly if it was some sort of message from Mustang, before carefully began to open the seal. His eyes scanned the letter, his jaw tightening and a cold, hard knot of fear, falling into his belly. He swallowed, slowly setting the paper down and rising to his feet. "Um, who delivered this may I ask?"
Riza slowly raised a delicate, golden brow, her arms crossed tightly along her chest. "Well, it was dropped off earlier this morning by Colonel Archer. Apparently it�s an order, sent down directly from the Fuhrer."
The paper was pushed aside, Havoc slowly fighting down an angry flush as he moved towards the door. "Okay then, I guess I best take this prescribed day off then." He stopped at the entranceway, peering back into the office with a forced smile. "Enjoy your day of work ladies! I�ll see you tomorrow!"
He licked his lips, strolling quickly through the main hallway and towards a deeper section of the base, his mind going over the letter with a slight mental growl. �Mr. Jean Havoc, it has come to our attention that you have been performing less than par as of late. It is our belief that you should take a prescribed day off. Perhaps you should visit to a friend. I�m sure there is at least one individual that would be very eager to see you. Sincerely, Fuhrer Bradley.�
Archer had some nerve, dragging King Bradley into their little conflict. But it just went to show, what a dangerous position that Havoc had put himself in. He was stuck in the middle of two power struggles, and unfortunately, Archer seemed to have the head of state on his side.
Havoc took a slow, shuddering breath, his hands bracing on the wall by an all to familiar office door. Fuck. He was so royally screwed here. Mustang was starting to figure things out, he�d pissed Archer the fuck right off and now�now the Fuhrer was involved? What the hell was he supposed to do?
What could he do?
Other than stand in front of that death sentence of a doorway, and knock. The second that door flew open though, and those angry eyes met his own, he really really wished he could�ve runaway. But it was too late.
"Lieutenant."
Havoc swallowed, his tongue slowly dipping out to gently lick his lips. "Yes sir?"
"You�re late."

---TBC---
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