Wreaking Havoc

Roy Mustang really hated how much taller Jean Havoc was than him.

He also hated how he would light up one of his blasted cigarettes almost the second after he had pulled out, flinging himself onto his back and staring up at the smoke swirling towards the ceiling. He hated the twinkle in Havoc’s eye when he would give him a direct order, the twinkle that told Roy that later tonight he would be face down in the pillows, biting on the fabric to keep from screaming. He hated the cockiness of the bastard, the one that enabled him to walk around Central like he owned it, stopping and talking to every pretty girl, not that it ever did him any good, it was just the fact that he did it that made Roy mad. He hated how Havoc would accidently brush up against him during a day’s work, knowing full well just how much pressure to put on Roy’s body to make him go insane, make him obsess about that touch until later that night when Havoc would finally give him and release him from the exquisite torture that he himself had devised. He hated how comfortable Havoc looked in his bed, how he could fall asleep in mere minutes after the act, while Roy was still struggling to put himself back together. He hated how, sometimes in the mornings, when he was leaving bed to go get another shower (after all, one could never have too many showers. Cleanliness being next to godliness and all that nonsense) Havoc would suddenly wake up, hair tousled, and pull him back into bed with one powerful motion, crawl overtop him and proceed to fuck him until walking became difficult. He hated how Havoc could just fall back asleep after these encounters while again, Roy had to struggle to breathe, remember how to function, and still get another damn shower.

Come to think of it, there were a lot of things that Roy Mustang hated about Jean Havoc.

But then, there were times when he really almost liked him. Like the times when he would lose all self-control and pull his inferior officer into an abandoned alleyway in the middle of the day and Havoc would pin him against the wall, slipping a leg between his thighs so that Roy would have something to press down on, to grind against as he kissed him, occasionally bruising his lips. Havoc liked to bruise. Well, Roy didn’t know whether or not he liked to, but he certainly did. He would wake up some mornings and look at his body, just thankful that the uniform covered up as much skin as humanly possible. He would examine the blemishes on his body with a clinical interest, the small bruises that were on his neck, chest and shoulders, occasionally prodding them just to see if they hurt like regular bruises. But his favorite bruises that he would wake up with would be the ten precise bruises arrayed on his hips, exactly the width of Havoc’s splayed fingers. Roy had adored those bruises and so had Havoc. Both of them had been sorry to see them go. But a new pair soon took their place, so it wasn’t really like they’d lost anything after all.

Though he’d never admit to anyone, occasionally he liked how Havoc would forget all modicum of military training, forget that Roy was his superior officer and as such, deserved his respect everywhere, even the bedroom, especially the bedroom, and just throw Roy carelessly onto his bed. Roy almost enjoyed the feeling of helplessness he got in encounters like these, when all he could do was just clutch onto Havoc’s shoulders and pray that he didn’t stop. Once, he actually begged him and Havoc’s eyes had lit up like Central during Christmas. Roy wouldn’t make that mistake again, though he did have to admit to himself that he liked that expression on Havoc’s face-hopeful, pleased, and most of all, happy. It’d been a good look for the other man, but Roy Mustang did not beg, no matter what.

He really liked how Havoc’s body felt underneath him, on those rare occasions when he would seize control from Havoc and he would not attempt to get it back. He enjoyed the other man straining underneath him, his hips arching up into his, the soft gasps that came from his mouth, his head craning to the side, allowing Roy to kiss from his jaw line all the way down to his chest. He liked the feeling of control that he got, the pleading look in Havoc’s eyes as he teased him, the way that his fingers would sporadically clutch in his hair as Roy would swallow him down, and the soft murmurs of praise that escaped his lips after he came. And in the quiet moments after their bodies were worn out, when Havoc’s eyes were closing and his muscles relaxing, occasionally Roy would look at him and feel something almost akin to affection. His rumpled hair, slack mouth, and limp body were all rather…well…cute was the word. Sometimes when he was asleep Havoc would roll over and throw his arm over Roy, pulling the Flame Alchemist closer to him. Roy would do nothing to fight this gesture, almost liking it as his body molded to fit the other man’s, Havoc’s head resting in the crook between his neck and shoulder. The closeness to another warm body was comforting and it made Roy feel almost like he was needed. But then Havoc would do something stupid like let out a gigantic snore and Roy would be reminded of all the reasons why he was basically an insufferable imbecile.

Sometimes it felt like they’d been doing this so long that Roy had forgotten how it all began. It was Hawkeye’s fault. If she’d just said yes to him then none of this would have ever happened, they would live together and have at least three children, all of them expert marksmen and talented alchemists, the pride of the state military at age five. He would be Furher, the country would be building itself back up, the government would be the shining example for other states everywhere, and Havoc would have been reassigned to the East City, never to be heard from again. Ok, maybe some of that was exaggeration, but he’d certainly be happier had Hawkeye said yes to his request for her to join him at a restaurant one night. Roy remembered every single excruciating moment of the encounter.

He and Hawkeye had been alone in the office, just finishing up a few extra jobs. She was pulling her coat on, ready to go home and do whatever she did in her free time when he had approached her, his heart pounding. He’d never been this nervous about a woman before, because quite frankly, no other woman in the world was like Riza Hawkeye. She’d worked under him for years now and he’d been blind to the treasure he had right in front of him. He’d been amazed at how he hadn’t realized it earlier, and then even more amazed at how no one else had realized it either. The happy thought then occurred to him that maybe she’d been waiting for him, saving herself for her one true love. That idea bolstered his courage enough for him to open his mouth and ask the question that would make his dreams come true.

“Lieutenant Hawkeye,” he began, but then tried to soften his voice and speak tenderly. He was, after all, talking to his future wife. He couldn’t be the Colonel all the time, now could he? “I mean…Riza,” he faltered, the name sounding unfamiliar and dangerous on his tongue. “I was just wondering if you would, ah, enjoy accompanying me to a restaurant tonight, and then perhaps a play later.” There! He’d done it! Now all that was left was for her to accept and then it’d be off to the chapel, and then the honeymoon, and then-

“Colonel sir, are you asking me out on a date?” she asked him, her quiet, controlled voice holding just a note of disbelief in it. Well, she was a little less observant than he’d like, but at least she’d caught onto the idea! Roy was just smiling and imagining the letters of announcement that he’d be writing shortly when- “I’m sorry sir, but I’ll have to tell you no.” For a moment Roy’s world was still whole, his small smirk still firmly in place and then everything came crashing down as her words finally registered in his mind. Have…have to say no? What the hell does that mean, have to say no? “I feel that a romantic relationship between a superior officer and his subordinates could only lead to disruption in the office and on the field. It could tear the entire team apart. And I also just wouldn’t feel comfortable with you Colonel. I’d be afraid that you would stray.” With those quiet words she gathered up her belongings and left the room quickly and silently, leaving Roy standing and staring after her, mouth agape and wondering just where he went wrong.

He’d never failed before! Not once in his life could he ever remembering any girl ever saying no to him, the Flame Alchemist, Roy Mustang, bright shining beacon of hope for pretty girls everywhere! And what did she mean, afraid that he’d stray! He’d never strayed on any girl that he was with. All right, perhaps he occasionally wandered, maybe took a break, but he always came right back. He’d just…gotten a little bored that was all. He needed excitement and a little spark in his life. He needed a drink.

Roy staggered down to the nearest bar, still going over where he could have gone wrong and what the hell was wrong with her anyway. Any other girl would have been dying to have him offer to even walk ten minutes with them and here Hawkeye was, turning down a lifetime of happiness. Eh, who needed her anyway? He’d just get piss drunk and in the morning he’d be ready to go and take on the world again.

“Colonel Mustang sir!” a low voice greeted him when he walked into the bar. Mustang looked around, found the source of the voice, and fought the urge to groan. There sat Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc at the bar, cigarette dangling out of his mouth as he downed a shot. By the grin that was spread across his face and the bleary look in his eyes it was probably at least his third one. Roy looked around the bar, seeing if he could escape anywhere, but there was nowhere else to go, no one that he knew that he could sit with. So he took a deep breath and pulled up a stool next to Havoc. Soon it wouldn’t matter who he was sitting next to, he’d be too damn drunk to tell.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” Havoc told him, lazily tipping his full glass at him. Roy shortly nodded and motioned the bartender to give him one as well. Their two glasses clinked together with a soft chime and both men downed their whiskey in a single motion, Roy wincing slightly as the liquid burned its way down his throat Havoc just taking a deep, appreciate breath and another drag on his cigarette, rolling the thin stick between his fingers.

“Yeah well,” Roy said finally, running his fingers along the glass’s smooth edge, staring at the golden brown liquid that was swirling inside. “We all have troubles, don’t we?”

“Speak for yourself,” Havoc said, picking up his glass and staring intently at the liquid inside. Deciding that it was safe to drink he took a small sip and then sat it back down. “She dumped me. Told me that she wanted to be with a man, not a ghost. I really thought that it was real this time-we’d been together for two whole months. I thought that it was serious, that maybe I’d finally found a good one.” He exhaled angrily; smoke pouring out of his nostrils. Roy wondered whether Havoc came here every time that he’d gotten dumped. Considering that the bartender knew exactly what to get him and his sympathetic look as he poured another shot, Roy guessed that he did. Roy then wondered just how many times Havoc had reason to come in here, and how many of those trips were because of him.

“We all have troubles,” Roy said darkly, tipping his head and swallowing. The whiskey went down easier this time and he wordlessly held his glass out for another. His head was beginning to have a kind of pleasant swirling feeling, but he didn’t want to leave until his head had decidedly left his shoulders.

“You too Colonel?” Havoc chuckled. Roy glared at his subordinate, hoping to shame that pleased note out of his chuckle, but Havoc was too far gone to be cowed by a mere dirty look. He finished his smoke, stubbed it out in the ashtray and quickly lit up another one. He took a deep breath and blew out a fresh puff of smoke that gradually disappeared into nothing.

By the time that the bar closed Roy was too drunk to refuse Havoc’s suggestion that they go back to his apartment and continue drinking. Normally he’d never go with Havoc anywhere, he tried to spend as much time away from him as possible, but his brain wasn’t exactly at full operative capabilities at the moment, so he agreed and together the two of them stumbled down the street until they reached a tiny house. Havoc fumbled with a key for a moment before the door abruptly swung open and the two of them found their way inside.

Havoc stormed around the kitchen until he’d finally found two glasses and another bottle of whiskey. He poured out a liberal amount of liquid for both of them and then sprawled at the table. He stuck another cigarette in his mouth and then fumbled inside his jacket for a moment, eventually coming out with a lighter. He tried to make it spark, growing angrier with each failed attempt until he was finally shaking the stubborn piece of metal up and down in fury. “Damn thing’s out of lighter fluid,” he finally said dejectedly. “I know I had a spare book of matches somewhere…” he said, looking forlornly around his cluttered kitchen.

“Come here,” Roy slurred, holding out his right hand, the white glove glowing oddly brightly in the dim light, the transmutation circle shown clearly to him. He didn’t understand the cautious look on Havoc’s face. He was in perfect control of himself and his abilities. His hand was shaking because he was tired, that was all. Certainly couldn’t be because he’d had…well, he’d lost count of how many shots he’d had after five, but he was still in perfect control. Roy Mustang always had a handle on the situation, no matter what.

Havoc leaned over; the cigarette bobbing a few tantalizing inches away from his eyes. Roy squinted, trying to make his eyes focus better and carefully raised his hand. His knuckles pressed tightly together and then brushed away. He felt the familiar friction, then the heat, and then-an inferno sparked in the air in front of him. Maybe this had been a mistake after all.

“Shit!” Havoc howled as his face and hair were singed. He ran to the sink, turning it on and sticking his face under the rushing water, trying to cool his heated flesh. Roy unsteadily got to his feet, trying to help him, even feeling a little bit guilty. His control must not have been as good as he thought. Thank goodness that Havoc’s reflexes weren’t all that bad.

He staggered over to the sink and pulled Havoc out of the water, getting completely drenched in the process. Water hit the floor around them, and Roy almost slipped in it before he caught his balance, miraculously managing to stay upright. Havoc was still beating wildly on his face and hair, though no flames remained. His skin looked all right, a little pink, maybe a tiny bit burned, but it was all still on, so it could have been worse. However, Havoc didn’t seem to think so, and still beat hysterically at his head. He moved a little too suddenly and his foot slipped out from underneath him, unbalancing him and sending him reeling. In an attempt to stay upright Havoc grabbed onto the closest thing he could find-Roy Mustang. His hand clamped onto Mustang’s jacket with the immovable grip of the dying. This attempt to stay on his feet was doomed to begin with, and with a huge crash, both men fell to the floor, Roy falling directly on top of Havoc.

Roy came to with his head lying on Havoc’s chest and his gloves absolutely soaked from lying in the water. The front of his uniform was drenched as well and he spared a moment’s annoyance as to how in the world it was going to feel tomorrow when he had to put it on again. Havoc groaned underneath him, apparently not worried about being on fire anymore. Roy attempted to push himself up so he could get back on his feet, so he could stumble home and hopefully die, but it was not meant to be. His glove slipped in the water, sending him crashing back down into Havoc, his forehead hitting squarely against the other man’s.

This time it took him longer to recover, the pain in his head being an ample reason to keep his eyes closed and body stationary for a good long while. However, he eventually regained his senses and opened his eyes, still determined to get the hell home. This is what happened when one spent too much time with Havoc-everything fell apart. His surname was really the most fortunate thing that could have happened to him, when one thought about it. It was a warning at least-told everyone what was bound to happen sooner or later.

The first thing that he saw was a tiny bit of blistered skin, no doubt aggravated by the cold water that Havoc had dunked his head in. Without thinking, Roy leaned forward and pushed his lips to the blister, his tongue pressing firmly against the wound, hoping that the warmth and pressure would soothe the skin and perhaps stop it from peeling too badly. He kept this up for a few seconds before realizing just what the hell he was doing. His eyes snapped wide open in horror and he pulled away with an odd sort of slurp to be confronted with Havoc’s wide, confused eyes. With another unpleasant jolt, Roy saw that the patch of skin that he’d been trying to heal was just underneath Havoc’s lower lip, so close that the lip itself was drawn into the wound. Oh, this could get bad.

Havoc’s thumb pressed against his lower lip while his eyes looked away from Roy’s. Roy was frozen in confusion and terror on top of his subordinate, his fuzzy brain refusing to come up with an answer as for what he should do now. Finally he came to the conclusion that he should move and he slowly tried to push himself up, pressing down accidently on Havoc’s lower stomach and groin. He was unprepared for what happened next-a short, bit-off yelp escaped from Havoc’s pursed lips and his hips moved in a sudden, convulsive jerk. Roy froze in confusion, a sudden dawning realization growing in the back of mind. He tried to shut his mind to what his senses told him must be happening, because that just did not bear thinking about, and turned his attention back to Havoc, prepared to say something scathing and very commanding, wholly prepared to threaten him with a demotion and a transfer were he to breathe a word of what had happened to anyone-but he was disarmed by the maniacal gleam in Havoc’s eyes. It was the look of the condemned prisoner who realizes that he has nothing to lose, so they might as well just go through with it. Havoc slowly pushed himself up on his elbows, his face coming slowly closer and closer to Roy, who was so frozen that he might as well have been a statue. Something in Havoc’s grin and eyes was warning him to flee to run now and never look back, but he couldn’t figure out what it was, so for the time being, he just decided to stay put.

He decided to move when Havoc’s face was barely an inch away from him, so close that he could smell the other man’s stale breath and feel it fanning out on his face. Roy attempted to pull away, but it was too late. Havoc grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled his face to his in a powerful, wrenching movement. Their foreheads collided once more a millisecond before their lips were crushed together.

Roy’s brain ceased to function at that exact moment and his muscles went slack, sending him and Havoc crashing back down to the kitchen floor again. Havoc still held on firmly to his shirt, but there was really no need any more-Roy wasn’t going anywhere. His entire will to move had been sapped from him the second that Havoc’s lips had touched his. Beneath him, Havoc tilted his head to the side and opened his mouth, his tongue firmly pressing against Roy’s lips, attempting to open them and wriggle inside his mouth. Roy shuddered once before he acquiesced to Havoc’s silent request and gradually opened his mouth. He had a moment to gasp as Havoc’s tongue easily slid inside his mouth and then he was desperately holding onto his shoulders, fingernails digging into the unyielding fabric, his entire body trembling as he breathed hot and heavy into the kiss.

Havoc’s tongue slid over his, elusive and teasing as Roy’s tongue and teeth tried to capture it. Havoc twisted his head just a fraction of an inch to the right, making Roy’s neck bend at an almost impossible angle in order to try to achieve some sort of dominance, assert his authority here, as in every other aspect of his life. A low chuckle reverberated through his body as Havoc’s suspicions were realized and he swiftly twisted his neck the other way, shifting his body weight. Roy helplessly followed, unwilling to be separated. With one simple movement, a pattern had been set, one that Roy would have to follow or else go insane.

Havoc tasted like smoke and nicotine and whiskey. It was not an unpleasant taste and Roy had to wonder why that was until Havoc shifted his weight in one movement, rolling over and pinning Roy underneath him. He separated from Roy’s mouth as his hand ran over the other man’s forehead, brushing away the black bangs that fell down over his eyes in wet spikes. A playful look came into his eyes as his mouth opened and Roy just knew that he was going to say something stupid and sarcastic, something that would ruin whatever the hell was happening right now. That. Could. Not. Happen.

“Havoc,” he growled, seizing the right lapel of Havoc’s uniform jacket in one gloved hand. Havoc looked at him with a mild curiosity. “Shut up.” Havoc thought for a moment, and then decided that Roy was right. With a suddenness that left Roy gasping for air, his mouth was clamped over the alchemist’s once more. This time Havoc was more forceful and didn’t ask for permission before wrenching Roy’s lips open and plundering his mouth with a hungry desperation. Roy moaned against his will at the feeling of the blood surging through his body, his hands roaming over the back of Havoc’s head down to the nape of his neck and then, in a moment of daring, slipping underneath the jacket and shirt to touch the skin underneath. Havoc groaned against his mouth at the touch and jerked against him when his nails dug into the skin.

Roy’s entire body strained against Havoc, searching for something that he wasn’t sure existed. He groaned low in his throat as Havoc pushed one of his legs between his, pressing firmly against his groin and his growing hardness. Roy rubbed against his leg, whimpering as he finally found what he was searching for: that inescapable friction pushing back against him that made him almost insane. Havoc leaned lower against him, his leg rubbing against Roy’s trapped cock, making the alchemist moan into his mouth. Roy’s back arched up off the ground and his mouth opened in a silent cry as Havoc’s hand pressed firmly against his member, smiling as he felt it harden and twitch against his hand.

Roy spared a moment to wonder where the hell Havoc learned all this before he felt his hands at his throat. Havoc’s face was contorted in concentration as he worked on the difficult buttons for Roy’s uniform jacket, eventually managing to undo them all and slide it off. He nonchalantly threw it across the room and Roy whimpered as he saw his pride and joy crumpled against the wall. But then Havoc’s hands were at his shirt and he had more important things to worry about. His fingers confidently worked around the tiny buttons on his shirt, baring his chest to the cold air of the kitchen. He slid the shirt off of Roy’s shoulders and Roy shuddered as his bare skin touched the cold water on the floor. Havoc’s hot mouth latched onto his neck, his tongue tracing light circles over Roy’s pulse point. Roy’s head craned back, allowing Havoc easier access to his throat as his eyes shut tightly. His breathing came in short little spurts as he felt Havoc’s hand on his bare chest, his fingers tracing lightly over his skin, making him shiver and long for a firmer touch. It was maddening, infuriating, and he couldn’t control his body as it arched up into his hand, demanding what Roy could not-more. Roy could almost see the smirk covering Havoc’s face and he had an absurd desire to wipe it off.

So with a speed born of a lifetime of training, Roy’s hand shot down to Havoc’s groin, firmly cupping his hardening length in his right hand. Havoc’s mouth left his neck as he threw his head back in surprise and pleasure and then let it loll forward as Roy began to massage him through his pants. His hands were clenched into tight fists on Roy’s chest and a low throaty moan escaped as he ground his hips into Roy’s hand. Roy’s fingers became surer in their movements, stroking him with long, firm jerks, causing Havoc to whimper and shudder against him, his breath hitting Roy’s chest in hot, wet, pants. Roy snickered as he felt Havoc’s thrusts against his hand become wilder and less controlled and his breathing increase to a high-pitched whining. However, just before the moment of climax, Havoc’s eyes snapped open and he wrenched himself away from Roy’s hand, leaving the alchemist feeling oddly lonely for a moment. Havoc held himself up above Roy, his arms on either side of his torso while he tried to regain his breath.

With a wicked smile he looked up at Roy and Roy had a moment to wonder exactly what that grin was for before Havoc’s mouth was back on him, this time in the hollow of his collarbone right under his throat. His tongue traced a path from there down his chest, swirling in unpredictable patterns, the light touch of it, followed by the cold air of the room causing Roy to moan lightly. His tongue swirled over to an upright nipple, lightly passing over it several times before he took the hardened nub into his mouth, flicking the tip of his tongue against it. Roy groaned and clutched onto Havoc’s hair, burying his fingers in it until he touched the scalp. He could feel his arms acting independently of his mind and felt them pushing down on Havoc’s head, an unconscious request.

Havoc hid his face from him, but Roy could guess at the expression as he drew himself down his body, sitting on his heels as he started to unlace Roy’s boots. “Oh for God’s sake,” Roy snarled, aware of what Havoc was trying to do. He could swear that he saw Havoc pout as he kicked off first one boot then the other, narrowly avoiding hitting Havoc in the face in the process. Havoc reached to his ankle and peeled his sock off of his foot in an agonizingly slow motion and Roy just wanted to hit him in the face, just once, just to see what it felt like.

Havoc crawled back up his body, hands at the waistband of Roy’s pants, his nimble fingers working on the clasp as he pressed a heated kiss to his navel, dipping his tongue inside. Roy buried his hands in his hair once more, sliding them around until his hair was tousled beyond recognition. Roy felt the pressure on his cock subside by degrees as his pants were slid down around his hips, to his knees, to his ankles, and then finally off. He had a moment to wonder why Havoc was still fully dressed and he was clad in just his shorts, before these too were gone and he was bared before the world-or at least Havoc.

Havoc took a second to admire the sight before him-Roy’s face flushed with desire, his eyes almost black with longing, his heaving chest down to his erection jutting forth proudly. A slow, predatory smile covered his face and for a second Roy thought that maybe this had all been some part of a master plan, but no, that would have been ridiculous-but with that smile on Havoc’s face perhaps that wasn’t such a far-fetched idea. Havoc slowly lowered his head, inch by tantalizing inch until Roy was almost screaming in anticipation. He could feel Havoc’s warm breath fanning out over his skin, making it dimple with the sensation. Roy pressed his lips tightly together to keep from screaming or begging, or possibly both as Havoc’s tongue ran down the crease between his groin and his thigh.

Finally, at last, thankfully, Havoc’s tongue gently ran up his cock, tracing the thick vein up to the head. He took the head into his mouth, sucking tenderly on it, making Roy gasp. His hands shot out to grab the spiky hair, tugs alternating with caresses as Havoc continued to suck. Never, never before had he felt something even remotely close to this. Sweat began to bead on his body as Havoc took him into his mouth, surrounding him with wet heat. Roy mewled pathetically as Havoc swallowed, his throat muscles moving against his throbbing cock. This was insanity, this was damning-if he stopped he’d kill him.

Roy began to feel the first burnings of an orgasm deep in his stomach, the fire spreading to his limbs, making his mind fuzzy as he continued to grasp Havoc’s bobbing head. Havoc sensed this and worked harder, his tongue lapping away at the head, flicking against the slit that already leaked with pre-come. Roy panted as Havoc continued to tease, working harder and then slower, all driving him absolutely insane. Finally, Havoc took him into his mouth with one smooth motion, while reaching down and squeezing his balls confidently. Roy’s body froze before exploding in one huge, convulsive jerk. As if from a distance he could feel his seed spurting into Havoc’s mouth and feel his throat working around him. His limp hand fell from his head, falling on the floor with a sound of finality. Roy wondered whether he’d ever walk again.

Havoc crawled up his body, leaning over him until his face was just an inch away. Normally, his presence would have felt oppressively close, but tonight Roy didn’t mind, in fact, it was almost comforting to have him that nearby. He wore a tired, satisfied smile and his eyes looked over the heaving Colonel with something that was alarmingly close to affection. Roy’s hand rested heavy on the nape of Havoc’s neck and pulled him in closer until their lips touched. This time their kiss was soft and almost lazy, not frantic and passionate. Roy’s tongue moved over Havoc’s almost as an afterthought, tasting something salty and bittersweet-the last traces of himself, he realized. That thought sent a warm tingle through his body, as did Havoc’s erection pressing against his thigh. This bothered him, the fact that Havoc had not let himself be pleasured. Roy Mustang did not believe in owing people favors. That settled it-time to return the favor.

Roy reached up to Havoc’s chest and began to undo the buttons on his jacket, ignoring the hand that tried to swat him away. Roy silenced his protest with a possessive kiss, holding his mouth until he was sure that all thought of complaint had left his mind. Considering the soft whimpers that were leaking out of Havoc’s lips as Roy slid the jacket and shirt from his shoulders, he thought that he was right. Roy rolled and firmly pushed Havoc down on the floor, straddling the other man’s hips. Havoc stared up at him from heavily lidded eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. And just to make things interesting, Roy thought smugly as he pressed back on the bulge he could feel in Havoc’s pants, straining at the fabric. Havoc’s eyes rolled back in his head as a high-pitched shriek wound its way out of his lips. Roy rocked back again, almost getting hard himself at the feeling of Havoc’s erection pressing against his entry, but he would deal with that when the time came. For now, there was Havoc to take care of.

Much as it pained him, Roy slid off of Havoc’s hips, smirking at the slightly disappointed whimper that he received for this action. He looked down at the pants, held in place by a belt and began to work furiously at it, cursing as his fingers would not obey his commands. He felt a little bit embarrassed when he thought of how easily Havoc had gotten his pants off-and he hadn’t even been looking, his traitorous mind reminded him. An unpleasant thought occurred to him-just how many military officers had Havoc undressed in his day?-but Roy managed to block that out and concentrate on the task put in front of him.

“Here,” Havoc gasped, pushing himself up on one elbow, his right hand reaching out to his waistband. In a matter of moments he had undone his belt and his pants, hitting the floor again hard as Roy pushed him back down. Havoc seemed perfectly willing to let Mustang take command, a small, satisfied smirk on his face as he watched Roy’s fingers hook around his belt loops and slowly begin to pull his pants down. He arched his hips up off of the ground, trying to help. Roy pulled slowly, determined to put Havoc through as much hell as humanly possible before allowing him to achieve his release. He let a smile quirk at the corners of his mouth as he heard the muffled whimpers and the saw the barely restrained movements of Havoc’s hips, that were just begging to thrust upwards and gain some sort of friction.

Roy leaned down low over Havoc, propping himself up on an elbow and kissing him deeply while his free hand roamed over Havoc’s skin. Havoc groaned into his mouth, throwing one of his legs over Roy and urging him to move faster with frantic bucks of his hips. Roy snickered lowly, palming one taut nipple, causing Havoc to jerk underneath his touch. He really did need to learn patience. Good things came to those who waited. Roy rolled the nipple under his fingers while leaving Havoc’s mouth and kissing down his throat and over his jaw to the tender, half-hidden spot just underneath his right ear. Havoc lost control and let a groan escape his lips, his eyes tightly closed. His hands clawed on the cool kitchen floor, looking for something to clench his fists around.

Roy moved lower down Havoc’s body, stopping to run his tongue over the same nipple. Now that his self-imposed silence had been broken, a long string of whining and keening was let loose as Havoc alternated between pleading and cursing, his hips churning on the floor, a growing patch of wetness spreading on his boxers. Roy felt pleased with himself-he’d never done this before, but if Havoc’s reaction was anything to judge by, he wasn’t half bad at this whole thing. But it’s just because you’re drunk, his rational mind told him. No way you’d be kissing Havoc, let him suck on you, about ready to jerk him off if you were sober. Just…enjoy the moment Colonel. Ok, whatever. Roy’s hand crept down Havoc’s abdomen until it was at the elastic waistband of his boxers, his fingers running over the waistband, and then daringly slipping under for a hot second before coming back out again. Havoc almost sobbed at the cruel teasing. Did he want him to beg, because he was almost there, had almost lost that last ounce of self-control.

Roy ran his hand lightly over the prominent bulge in Havoc’s pants, removing it as the blonde’s hips bucked up into his hand. “Patience,” he finally said, his voice sounding darkly pleased as the reaction he got. Havoc clenched his teeth, unwilling to let the litany of pleas that were in his mind escape into the air for Roy to hear. Something told him that he would never live it down. He settled for whimpers and moans, hoping that Roy would have mercy on him and relieve him from some of this torture. Of course, that scenario would require Roy Mustang not being a sadistic bastard, a hope that was too far out of anyone’s reach to possibly be true.

Roy ran the palm of his hand over the head of his straining cock, his touch firmer this time, pressing down and rubbing the cotton fabric of his shorts against his shaft. Havoc groaned, wondering just how long Mustang would stretch this out. He’d been nice, he’d let the other man find his release, he’d made sure that he came, and came hard-why wouldn’t he do the same for him? His hips arched up, searching for the elusive hand that could relieve him of this exquisite torture, but Roy pulled away yet again and then his hands were back at the waistband of his boxers. Roy slid his fingers in-between the fabric and Havoc’s skin, making sure that his fingers rubbed against the soft skin at the hollows of Havoc’s hips, making his entire body prickle. Havoc squinted his eyes open to meet Mustang’s mocking black ones as he slowly, torturously slid his boxers down over his swollen cock to around his knees, then his ankles, and finally threw them carelessly away.

Roy traced a fingertip up his leg, swirling in small circles with a light touch, his entire purpose being to elicit a plea from Havoc. Havoc pursed his lips tightly together, biting his lower lip until he tasted blood just to keep his words firmly in his mouth. He would not allow Mustang that pleasure, would not let him win this contest. But Mustang did hold the cards in this struggle, and if he continued to tease this way, well then, Havoc might have no choice but to give in and beg like a small child. Roy’s finger circled his kneecap-since when had that felt good? Havoc could never remember his kneecap being such an erotic zone before-up his muscular thigh and then up his hip, never taking a detour to that which demanded his attention. Havoc whimpered, feeling his resolve crumbling by the second as Roy’s hand moved over his lower abdomen, actually grazing the soft blonde curls before veering sharply away.

Roy smiled as he saw Havoc’s mouth working. He could see the other man’s desire becoming stronger, stronger than his need to win this little struggle that they were engaged in. He’d show him that Roy Mustang was always in control, he’d make him beg before he’d let him come, just to teach him a little lesson about forgetting who his superiors were. Of course, he’d never admit to himself that seeing Havoc undone like this was more arousing than he’d originally thought it would be-that it was so arousing that he could feel himself getting hard again. And he’d thought that he’d been done for the night. Roy moved from Havoc’s groin to lean up to kiss him again and that was when the blonde made his move.

He hit Roy’s forearm with his own, sending the alchemist crashing to land on his chest. Ignoring the sudden weight, Havoc rolled, putting him on top and in control of the situation once more. Roy stared bemusedly up at him, wondering just where he’d gone wrong. Havoc was not supposed to be above him, leering down at him with that smug grin. Roy couldn’t recall seeing that grin directed at him before tonight. He wasn’t sure that he enjoyed it that much. In fact, the more he saw it, the more just wanted to fuck that grin off of Havoc’s face.

Oh yeah, you’re still totally and completely drunk, aren’t you Colonel?

Havoc caught his beginning erection in his hand and began to pump him, alternatively squeezing until Roy was at full hardness once more. He then lowered his own cock down to rub against Roy’s, moaning at the sensation that the friction sent through him. Roy bit his lip to keep from whimpering. Never before had he known that something as sublime as this could exist, this almost painful arousal surging through his veins, setting his very soul on fire.

Roy pushed himself up on one elbow and finally caught Havoc’s cock in his hand, beginning to stroke him firmly. Havoc nearly fell on his face but managed to catch himself, moving forward to allow Roy easier access. Soon Roy was sitting up while Havoc knelt over his lap on his hands and knees, his face turned into Roy’s shoulder. Roy could feel Havoc’s ragged breaths coming out against his skin and then had to gasp himself as Havoc grasped his own shaft tightly and began to work him in quick firm strokes. He found his entire body shaking, nerve endings still on fire from where he’d climaxed previously that night. He worked Havoc faster, determined to make the other come before he did.

Havoc began a wild keening in his throat as Roy worked him harder, stroking hard and fast then soft and long, never letting him build up a predictable rhythm. His lips moved against Roy’s skin, the actual words muffled by his face pressing hard into the firm muscles. He worked on the alchemist, trying to see just how fast he could get him to come. He could hear Roy’s breathing turn into forced pants as his limbs began to tremble against the onslaught of an orgasm.

His lower abdomen began burning as his hips moved against his own will, thrusting down hard into Roy’s hand. He gave up trying to fight it and finally let go, feeling his mind reel with the force of it. He bit down hard on Roy’s shoulder as he came, hips moving wildly of their own accord. He had just enough presence of mind to tug on the alchemist a few more times and felt, more than saw, Roy’s climax. It was then that Havoc let himself go. He fell heavily to the floor, let down by limbs that refused to support him any longer.

Roy leaned over Havoc, pressing a soft kiss to the trembling lips lying below him, and then lightly sucking on his neck. Havoc groaned, his hand coming up to move in Roy’s hair. Roy’s hand traced light circles on his hip, making Havoc shiver. God, he needed a smoke. And he needed sleep, but he didn’t think that he could move far enough to get to the bed. Then again, sleeping here on the kitchen floor, wet with water and…other liquids, really would not suffice.

“Bed,” Havoc finally groaned, struggling up. His knees buckled underneath him, traitorously refusing to carry his weight after the night’s activities, but Roy was behind him, looking remarkably robust considering that he’d come more than Havoc had. Roy’s arm circled around Havoc’s waist, supporting him until he could stand on his own. Even after he’d regained his feet, the arm didn’t leave his side. Havoc half-turned to look at Roy’s face, seeing something that he’d never thought he would see when the Flame Alchemist was looking at him-a look made up of concern, good-humor, and affection. Havoc opened his mouth to say something, and then decided against it. They had had copious amounts of alcohol that night after all. That was the explanation for all of this-they’d even be lucky if they remembered any of this in the morning. Havoc was reminded of the amount they’d drunk when Roy stumbled straight into one of the walls on his tiny house. He didn’t seem that phased by the collision and the two men eventually found their way into the bedroom, tumbling on the bed. Havoc almost lacked the strength to put his legs underneath the comforter, but found a way to do that. He lay his head down only to be confronted with Roy’s face staring straight at him.

“Well…” Havoc hesitated. He’d never been good with pillow talk and the required niceties afterwards, never known what to say to the person you’d just fucked. “Goodnight then sir.”

Roy chuckled. “You don’t have to call me sir right now,” he said in a voice that was harsh with exhaustion.

“Yes sir,” Havoc murmured happily before his eyes closed and he drifted off. It took Roy a moment longer, but he took closed his eyes and drifted off, wondering just what the hell he was going to do in the morning with a soaked uniform.

Roy’s head felt horrible the next morning. That was all he knew when he first woke up-the all-consuming pain. He groaned, low in his throat in protest against the sun that leaked in through the tiny window. He reached out, hand groping hopelessly until he found another pillow with which to smother the light out. But he could not stop that obnoxiously cheerful voice that pierced through his dim existence.

“You might want to wake up boss. You’ll be late for work if you don’t and Lieutenant Hawkeye wouldn’t let you escape that one.” Roy’s eyes flew open at the sound of that voice and he sat straight up. What the hell was Havoc doing here in his house? But wait…this wasn’t his house. For one thing, he had better decorating sense than this. For another, he owned a trashcan and knew what it was meant for. How could anyone exist in such squalor? Roy shoved this question aside to deal with a more pressing question-how the hell did he get here in the first place?

Slowly, the events of the previous night came back to him, fuzzy at first, but then gaining clarity and clearness as he continued to try to remember. First there had been the rejection, then the bar and then the liquor. Oh God yes, the liquor. Then had come Havoc’s house and then…and then…he could feel the flush covering his face as he remembered exactly what he’d done the night before, in excruciating detail. He finally looked at Havoc, who looked much more comfortable than he felt; standing in front of him clad in a loose pair of sweatpants, tiny water droplets still clinging to his bare, muscled chest and tiny flecks of shaving cream on his chin where he’d missed them while shaving. Roy forcibly suppressed the feeling that flashed through him when he looked at the Lieutenant. He had no idea what it was, but it wasn’t anything good-at least nothing that would lead to him getting to work on time.

“Shit,” he growled, swinging his legs out of bed, only noticing then that he was without apparel. He glanced up at Havoc and then decided that it really didn’t matter-it wasn’t like Havoc hadn’t seen it already. Did a lot more than see it, his mind gleefully reminded him. Gathering up the remaining shreds of his dignity Roy got up out of the bed, ignoring the flick that Havoc’s eyes gave him. “I need a shower,” he said slowly. Havoc wordlessly pointed down the hall to an open doorway, his dark blue eyes looking at him with an unfathomable expression.

Roy gratefully escaped into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him and leaning against it. He had no idea how he was going to handle this-he’d slept with other people who worked in the office sure, but they were other people’s secretaries. He’d never slept with a subordinate who was close to him and he’d certainly never slept with a member of the same sex before. At the moment Roy didn’t know which was the bigger problem-Havoc’s position or his gender. Because despite the previous night’s events, despite the feelings that had been surging through him, Roy was still firmly convinced that he liked girls. He liked girls, he told himself firmly as he remembered Havoc’s mouth on him, hot and teasing, tongue flicking out to touch him, sending him over the brink of madness. He liked girls. And that was all that could be said on the subject.

Work proved to be nothing more than a long attempt at avoiding Havoc’s eye while trying to sneak a glance at him. The Second Lieutenant moved around the office with an unconscious grace, apparently unaware that Roy was watching him like a hawk at every chance he got. Occasionally he would catch Havoc’s eye and then both men would glance elsewhere, a faint blush covering their cheeks. If anyone else noticed their strange behavior they kept it to themselves, though there were at least a few raised eyebrows between Hawkeye and Falman. Roy didn’t really care who thought what. He was too busy trying to figure out what he felt to think about others’ feelings. He shut himself up in his private office in the middle of the afternoon, unable to look at Havoc anymore. The Second Lieutenant didn’t make any sign when the door slammed closed, just continued to pretend to do paperwork, occasionally jotting his pen across a line, signing a name that at least resembled his. Everything was rather mundane in the office until-

“HAVOC!” The shout rang out through the office, sending everyone cowering. They’d learned to fear that shout almost more than anything else in the world. Everyone who was not Jean Havoc breathed a sigh of relief as the condemned stepped forward. But Hawkeye noticed a curious detail-instead of looking like he was going to do his death; Havoc looked almost relieved to be going into the office, almost like a burden was being taken off of his mind. He actually sighed and gave her a tiny smile as he opened the door and shut it behind him. Hawkeye stared after her fellow soldier for a moment before sighing and shrugging her shoulders. Perhaps he’d wanted to commit suicide for a while now, but was just unsure of the proper route to take. Whatever the case, Havoc was shut in the office with the Colonel and after that summons the only reason that any member of the team would disturb them would be because the building was on fire.

Havoc shut the door behind him, springing to attention the second that it was closed. Roy mumbled for him to be at ease and Havoc relaxed, his every nerve on end anticipating why Roy had brought him here. Was it to kill him? To demote him? To transfer him? Or maybe-his heart skipped a beat-to fuck him? From the almost predatory way that the Colonel got up from his chair Havoc’s mind deduced the latter. Maybe it was just him being hopeful, but all the evidence certainly seemed to point in that direction.

“Have a seat, won’t you?” Roy invited, standing in front of his trembling subordinate as Havoc gingerly sat down in one of the rickety wooden chairs that Roy had in his office. It was not comforting or inviting in the least, but he wasn’t dead yet, so things could be worse. Havoc looked up at Roy, trying to figure out what that expression meant. Roy didn’t seem to want to say anything to relieve his stress, just stayed and stared down at him. Finally he moved, shoving his face right in beside of Havoc’s, his breath fanning out and tickling his ear.

“If word got out about what happened last night, we could both lose our jobs,” he finally said in a low, silky tone. Havoc’s heart dropped. He knew it was stupid, but he’d almost been hoping for a repeat and soon-Roy’s hand was so much better than his. He was dumb to wish that anything more would happen, but that was Mustang-he made people hope things that normally were not possible. “I could lose everything that I’ve worked so hard for over a decade to achieve.” Havoc said nothing, just tried to keep his expression neutral and his gaze steady.

This task became much harder when Roy tapped his boots with his toe to part his legs and stood between them. Havoc swallowed and stared up at Roy, trying to ignore the hitch in his breathing. He gasped when Roy splayed his hands on his thighs, slowly creeping them up his pants leg until they rested in the groove between his torso and legs. Havoc could feel heat travelling down to his crotch and a twitching that told him that a certain part of his anatomy was waking up, revived by Roy’s touch.

“So tell me,” the Flame Alchemist whispered, turning his head so that his lips just barely grazed the shell of his ear, “with so much to lose by being with you-why is that what I want?” Havoc turned his head, unsure that he had heard correctly, only to have his lips be captured in a bruising kiss. He whimpered into Roy’s mouth, his head spinning with relief, with delight, with desire, and ran his fingers through Roy’s hair, mussing it out of control within seconds. Roy knelt between his spread legs, and the sight of the Colonel on his knees before him was enough to make Havoc fully hard, his cock straining to escape the tight confines of his pants. He’d appreciate it if Roy hurried before he just came in his pants-he’d had a hell of a time washing the stains out of his uniform this morning and if he had to do it again this afternoon after work that would just be too much of a task.

Roy lowered his head to the bulge in Havoc’s pants, pressing his face against the fabric and inhaling deeply while Havoc moaned in appreciation and desire as the alchemist’s hands slid over his thighs, making sure to touch every part of his leg that they could, even moving to his back to grip his ass. Havoc whimpered as the Colonel’s hands came back to his legs, his own hands tightly clasping the arms of the chair so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. Roy’s hands worked much better when they were not hindered by alcohol and this time he made short work of Havoc’s pants, roughly sliding them down to rest around his ankles. Havoc whimpered as the cold air of the room hit his erection, and then whined in the back of his throat when Roy bent his head to blow a cool breath on it.

“Quiet,” Roy ordered when Havoc moaned a little too loudly. “That’s the last thing we need, them bursting in here because they heard you.” This statement reminded Havoc of a crucial fact, something that his pessimistic mind had not allowed him to do when he first entered.

“The door,” he gasped, taking his breath in huge gulps as Roy delicately licked the base of his shaft-where had he learned to do that? “The door’s not locked.” Roy dropped his head in frustration, digging his gloved fingers into Havoc’s thigh before reluctantly separating from his body and rushing over to lock the door. If any of the other officers outside wondered why the door had been suddenly locked and there were a distinct absence of angry shouting noises, Roy could give a damn. Right now he had Havoc, pantless, in his office and at his mercy. Minor details like getting fired could wait.

Roy returned to Havoc, a pleased little smile darting around the corners of his mouth as he stood before his subordinate. Havoc gripped the arms of the chair and looked up into Roy’s face, swallowing hard at the expression that he saw there. Roy saw his Adam’s apple working and it made him want to kiss it, so he did. He swung his legs over Havoc’s and sat delicately on his lap, rubbing his own clothed groin against the bare one of the Lieutenant’s. Havoc whimpered, biting his lower lip to keep in his cries as the alchemist ground down into him. Roy swiftly kissed his lips before tilting his head up and kissing underneath his chin, feeling the harsh stubble against his lips that Havoc had missed that morning, his hands resting lightly on the side of his neck. He still couldn’t figure out what he felt, why he was doing this, why Havoc just lately looked so damn good, but he wasn’t going to wonder about it. Roy Mustang was a man who got what he wanted, and right at the moment, what he wanted was Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc.

Roy began panting harshly as his hips rocked against the Lieutenant’s, causing short sparks to fly across his mind. He clutched at the cord on Havoc’s shoulder, pulling him closer while Havoc mewled pathetically under him; his groin rubbing against Roy’s in order to find release. Roy was just about to let him, to allow himself release from this exquisite torture when he thought of the stains. Oh, the stains and on his uniform which had already been so badly abused within the last twenty-four hour period. No, there would be a better fate in store for Havoc. Roy ripped himself off of the Lieutenant, ignoring Havoc’s whine of protest at the departure of his body.

Roy knelt down before Havoc once more, nudging his legs as far apart as they would go. Havoc’s head dropped back over the back of the chair as Roy delicately lapped at the swollen head, licking away the pre-come that had already gathered. His strong hands held back Havoc’s hips as he threatened to thrust into his mouth. He inwardly smirked to see his subordinate brought this low, incoherent groans escaping from deep within him, his hand clutching sporadically at the arm of the chair, bright half-moon marks on his palm where he’d dug his nails into the skin.

Roy was able to bring him to a would have been screaming climax only minutes later, firmly pinning his hips against the chair as they thrust shallowly forward, smiling at the harsh sobs that were torn from Havoc’s throat as he came back down from the high. He slumped bonelessly against the frame of the hair, sliding down a few inches as he smiled in exhaustion and relief, lifting his chin for a kiss. He yelped into Roy’s mouth as the alchemist hauled him to feet that almost did not support him with a strength that was born of adrenaline. Roy could feel the energy return to Havoc’s body as he aggressively kissed him back, yanking on his jacket and nipping at his lower lip. His hand shot back down to Havoc’s groin, swirling around the soft skin. Havoc, still sensitive from his orgasm moments before was hard again within seconds and he groaned against Mustang’s mouth as he clutched onto him. Where in the world had Roy Mustang learned how to play him so thoroughly?

“Fuck,” Havoc whispered against Roy’s mouth as he realized that his pants and boots were still on, hampering his movements, stopping him from shoving Roy across the desk and just fucking his brains out until they splattered all over the waiting paperwork. He removed them with difficulty and then turned his whole attention back to the Colonel. He tried to maneuver him, but Roy Mustang resisted everyone’s attempts to coerce him into things that he did not want to do himself and resisted, his body tensing up against Havoc. Havoc finally solved this problem by reaching down and pressing his hand against his crotch, making Mustang’s body weak with need. Havoc continued to press sweet-firm against the bulge until Mustang’s legs hit the desk and Havoc was able to bend him over it, crumpling the damn papers as he leaned over Mustang.

Havoc’s hands frantically pulled at Mustang’s dress shirt, untucking it from his pants and sliding his hand underneath it to touch his chest. Mustang groaned as Havoc’s fingers danced on his skin, lightly scratching down his abdomen. His back was beginning to twinge from being bent over his desk at an almost ninety degree angle, but he couldn’t complain, not with Havoc working so determinedly on him. Havoc caught his mouth in a kiss that swiftly turned brutal, his tongue forcefully invading Mustang’s mouth and wrestling his tongue into submission.

Havoc tasted like cigarettes and coffee, a mix that Mustang had never thought he would find so alluring. The two really didn’t seem to coincide at all in nature, but it seemed almost expected in Havoc as his tongue moved against Mustang’s in long, firm strokes. Mustang pulled him closer, if that was possible, and hooked one of his legs around Havoc’s waist, effectively trapping him against him. His hands pulled at the blonde’s hair, hard enough to hurt if Havoc had been paying attention to minor details such as that. He almost seemed to like it; moaning into his mouth and pushing forward into Mustang, making the other man roll his eyes into the back of his head.

Mustang’s hips thrust shallowly into Havoc’s, swiftly building up a steady rhythm, until Havoc pushed against him just in the right place, hard enough to make Mustang see stars. He gasped as he held onto the Lieutenant’s shoulders for support, biting back a groan at how good this felt. He didn’t bother to wonder why, it was just enough to be here right now. Havoc’s hand shot down and fumbled with his belt, removing it in a matter of seconds. His pants followed soon after, falling heavily around his ankles. Roy groaned as their hot skin collided together, the friction nearly driving them both insane. Havoc’s tongue lapped at the tiny bit of skin not covered by his shirt just under his collarbone. Roy whimpered as Havoc rolled his hips against him and then yelped as he was unceremoniously rolled over so that his chest was pressing up against the desk.

Anxiety gripped him for the first time since this whole thing had begun. Not being able to see Havoc’s face demanded a certain level of trust, one that Mustang wasn’t sure he wanted to relinquish just yet. His body trembled, half from desire, half from apprehension as he felt Havoc’s slender fingers playing over his backside, tracing tiny circles just light enough to make his skin dimple. His other arm was pressing him hard into the desk, making sure that he couldn’t move as his hand circled closer and closer to his entrance. Roy let out a choked out cry of surprise as he felt Havoc’s fingers pressing firmly against his opening, trying to slowly ease their way in.

His entire body tensed, fists clenching as he gritted his teeth and pressed his forehead against his desk. Havoc’s fingers let up on their pressure and stroked his back soothingly, trying to calm him before attempting it a second time. This time Havoc managed to wriggle a finger in up until the first knuckle, but Roy was too tight, too tense, too worried. Havoc frowned as he realized that the alchemist’s body was trembling and his balled up fists were shaking.

He leaned over him, pressing his chest against Roy’s back, lips against the nape of his neck as he murmured relaxingly, while his finger tried to work its way in further. Roy’s body relaxed somewhat, but he was still too nervous. Havoc kissed the back of his neck, breathing hotly on the sensitive skin and then tilted his head to whisper into his ear.

“Breathe goddammit,” he said, his breath sweeping over Mustang’s ear and making him shudder at the chill that ran down his spine. He finally relaxed all the way, letting Havoc slide one finger in fully. He waited for the dark-haired man to adjust, his free hand tugging on his hair, moving down to his shoulders and then sliding across his body to clasp his chest, his head resting between Roy’s shoulder blades. He decided that it would be all right to proceed and he gradually began to slide a second finger in, stopping periodically to allow the alchemist time to adjust.

Roy began to make a high-pitched noise which he would deny was ever ripped from his lungs that was cut off when Havoc easily slid two fingers into his mouth. Roy’s teeth closed over the middle knuckles in his finger, his tongue flicking against the pads, caressing the skin lovingly. Havoc’s cock twitched in response to Roy’s tongue on his fingers, remembering just how that tongue had felt minutes before. Havoc fit his two fingers in, allowing Roy to become comfortable with the sensation before he began shallowly thrusting, ignoring Roy’s grunt. His fingers slowly crooked, searching for the elusive spot until-

Roy jerked and let out a choked cry, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. Havoc’s fingers fell from his lips, slick with his saliva as the alchemist jerked against him. Havoc grinned as Mustang’s fingers scrabbled over the back of his hand as he pressed again. Give him a few more moments and he just might be getting words out of him. He pressed harder, rewarded by the sound of Roy holding in cries. Havoc only wished that Roy was facing him so that he could see his face, because he would be willing to bet that it was absolutely beautiful. He could feel his cock twitching just thinking about it-his face would be flushed, his hair disheveled from the normal, carefully mussed state he kept it in, eyes squeezed tightly closed in order to try to gain more control over the situation, his teeth worrying his lower lip in an attempt to keep his cries held within him. All right. Time to do something about this.

Havoc pulled his fingers out, chuckling lowly at the sight of Mustang’s hips thrusting back and a quickly suppressed whimper. Havoc took hold of his hip with one hand and with his other, guided himself to Roy’s entrance, pressing lightly and then letting up on the pressure. He continued this, until Roy was panting desperately, his hips jabbing back in an attempt to capture his elusive shaft. Havoc took a deep breath before positioning himself, grabbing hold of Roy’s hips with one hand and putting his other hand on his shoulder for support as he smoothly slid inside.

It was lucky that he had his hand on his shoulder as Roy almost cried out when he entered. Havoc’s hand tightly clamped over his mouth as he stayed perfectly motionless, letting Roy become accustomed to the new presence. Soon however, the alchemist was rolling his hips against Havoc’s hand and trying to tell him what he needed. “Okay,” Havoc whispered, removing his hand from Roy’s mouth as he pulled out and then plunged in again. He held back a groan at how good it felt, tight muscles clamping down on this intruder, Roy’s heated, damp skin against his. Havoc pressed his face against the back of Roy’s neck, breathing in deep as he began thrusting at a steady pace.

Roy was writhing in agony, in torment, in exquisite torture on top of his desk as Havoc continued to move within him. He’d been entirely wrong to do this, this was just stupid and dumb, and it was Havoc for Christ’s sakes, what could be stupider and-oh. Oh. Roy almost cried out, but was stopped by Havoc’s hand fortuitously covering his mouth again. He bit down hard on the fleshy part of Havoc’s thumb, ignoring any possible pain that he could be causing the other man, because how could he be expected to think when Havoc’s hand was wrapped around his shaft, pumping him furiously while he continuously hit that spot deep within him that made his entire body sing out and long for another hit?

Roy gripped the edge of his desk as Havoc’s thrusts became faster and more uncontrolled, his hand gripping tighter around him, spurring Roy into a thoughtless spiral of madness. How did Havoc expect him to survive under this sensory onslaught, it was too much for one man to take, even he couldn’t survive everything. Havoc’s tongue licked around the curve of his ear before biting down and tugging on his earlobe and it was this movement that sent Roy over the edge. He came with a shuddering groan, his entire body tensing before releasing in an explosive movement, staying entirely rigid for at least eight seconds while Havoc’s hand still worked him furiously, before he relaxed and slumped over the table.

Havoc felt sweat beading on his forehead as he moved harder and faster against Roy. His breathing became labored and he rested his head on Roy’s neck, murmuring indistinct syllables as he began to feel the tightening of his muscles that signaled orgasm. Then, just when he thought he was almost there, Roy’s muscles clamped around him, making movement impossible for a split-second, and then released with no warning. Havoc almost yelped, his eyes shooting open as he attempted to move forward again, only to have the same thing happen. Havoc froze and then exploded, only managing to cover his yelp by seizing the back of Roy’s uniform collar in his teeth and holding on for dear life as his body seized out of his control. There was a strange ringing in his ears and then he regained consciousness with his head resting on Roy’s back as the alchemist lay over his table, his body limp underneath him.

Havoc pulled out and leaned over the exhausted alchemist, pressing soft kisses in his hair, wet with sweat, down to his temple where he moved his soaked hair to press feather-light kisses against his skin. Roy turned into him, kissing him briefly before tugging on his wrist. Havoc happily collapsed onto the floor with Roy alongside him. The Colonel lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling with a tiny smile floating on his face. It suddenly occurred to Havoc that this was the most relaxed he’d ever seen his superior, and a small glowing feeling spread through his stomach that it was because of him that this was accomplished. He leaned over Roy, kissing him sweetly, lips curved into a smile as he felt the alchemist’s hand reach up and tangle itself in his hair.

“You…,” he rasped out from a throat that had held entirely too much in during the last minutes. “You…fucking amazing,” he said, not feeling that he had been quite as eloquent as he should have been. “Where…where the hell did you learn that?”

Roy smiled mischievously up at him, an almost coy look in his eyes. “Last girl I was with did that,” he answered candidly. “Thought it would be worth a shot.” Havoc wordlessly nodded, hand moving over Roy’s head in small circles as his own head dropped to Roy’s shoulder. He moaned in appreciation as the Colonel’s hands worked their way into his scalp, scratching lightly and tugging on his short hair, just enough to send a pleasant tingling sensation through his head. Roy playfully mussed his bangs, pulling them down low over Havoc’s eyes so that he couldn’t see anything until he shook his head. An unwelcome thought occurred to him as he glanced out the window to see the late afternoon sun glaring through the windows.

“Chief, the workday’s not over yet,” he hedged after a few seconds. Roy made no response and Havoc continued. “Well…that just means that I disappeared in here a few minutes ago, and they’re probably all still out there, wondering why you haven’t yelled or thrown my eviscerated corpse out of the room yet.” Roy’s hand stilled in its movements and Havoc wanted to kick himself upside the head. Why did he have to open his mouth and say stupid things like that, ruining a perfectly good moment?

“Well, let them wonder,” Roy finally said, in the nonchalant tone that Havoc had come to know so well. It usually occurred when the Colonel decided to leave work early, shirking off some necessary paperwork that was due the next morning. And well, considering the state that his paperwork was in now…going back to work would be stupid. Havoc winced as he finally took in the amount of damage done to Roy’s carefully ordered piles of work-those were all gone to hell now. He really did not envy the person who had to straighten that mess back up.

“But if you’re that eager to get back to work, I guess I do have that paperwork that you could organize for me,” he said, much more wickedly. Havoc looked down at him, mouth hanging open in disbelief as Roy smirked up at him, no longer the undone man that had been lying beneath him moments before, but now the cool and collected Colonel, simply ordering one of his subordinates around. Havoc wanted to pummel his face, but had a better idea. He leaned over the Flame Alchemist, kissing him heatedly while sliding his hand up his shirt to pinch his nipple. Roy gasped against his mouth and Havoc abruptly pulled away, walking to the center of the room and sliding his pants back on, and then coolly lacing his boots, while out of the corner of his eye he watched the alchemist try to pull himself back together. Ah. Victory after all. But he still had to do what Mustang wanted. Damn.

“You can start with these,” Mustang said, once he was standing up again, fully clothed. He gestured to the papers that Havoc had shoved out carelessly out of the way that now lay crumpled and scattered, due to the afternoon’s…diversions. Havoc sighed and tried to hide the automatic eye-roll that occurred. He was not smooth enough as a sharp “Lieutenant Havoc!” disrupted him. He cringed and looked up, only to have his chin caught in a bruising grip by the alchemist as he returned the kiss that Havoc had bestowed on him, his tongue thrusting into his mouth for a hot second before Roy was standing up straight again behind his desk, the proper military officer once more.

“Don’t let me catch you with that expression on your face again,” Mustang told him, turning to look outside the window. “In some places, that could be thought of as direct insubordination.”

“Yes sir,” Havoc said crisply, not bothering to hide the smile that crept across his face. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his smokes, sticking a thin cylinder in his mouth before flicking open his lighter and watching the tip glow. He could hear Mustang sigh as the first wafts of smoke hit his nostrils and shook his head, going over the events of the last twenty four hours in his head. It had most definitely been a strange day.

And that was how it had all began, this crazy…thing that kept on occurring with Havoc. Roy, to this day, had no idea why, other than it felt good. And the more he’d looked at him those first days the more good that Havoc had looked until Roy wondered why it hadn’t happened before then. But his mind still recoiled at the places they’d chosen to hold their first trysts: Havoc’s kitchen floor-the floor! His office-on his desk! The tiny closet across from his offices-that had ended with Havoc pushing him against the wall, kissing him breathless with his forearm pushed against his chest, pinning him to the wall while he was jerking him off-the closet! Anyone could have walked in! It wasn’t until their fourth encounter that they’d actually managed to snag a bed. Coincidentally, that was the first time that he’d taken Havoc to his house and also the first time that he’d managed to seize control from Havoc without the other man quickly wresting it back. It had been a wonderful sight, to see Havoc straining beneath him, whimpering with need, his hands clawing the sheets as Roy slowly slid within him, Havoc’s legs hooking around his hips as he began to thrust. That had been a good night.

He’d actually tried to stop it, a few weeks later, when he’d looked down on his sink and seen an unfamiliar toothbrush innocently lying on his counter. The wheels in his head hadn’t caught on for a few seconds, but when they finally did he stared down at the small, hygienic device in horror. This…this was a Havoc toothbrush. In his house. What, was he moving in with him? But actually, that had been the case lately-Havoc ended up spending more time at his house than he did at his own. But to move his toothbrush into Roy’s bathroom, without even asking permission-no, that was going too far. This had to stop.

He’d ignored Havoc’s sly looks the entire day and arranged a date with a girl he’d kept hanging for a few weeks. Actually she was a girl that he’d managed to snag from Havoc a few weeks ago-there had to be some kind of cosmic irony there. She was delighted to hear from him and they went out to dinner that night, much to his irritation. He wanted just to get to the real part of the date, the bedroom. Dinner never seemed to end and her inane prattle did nothing more than to give him a headache. When he finally got her in his house, that was when he knew everything would change. He’d fall in love with girls again, one person would never be enough to satisfy him and everything would return back to normal. Oh, he was wrong. How wrong he was.

It had been an absolute disaster. She was soft and yielding, responding to his every request, even ones that he hadn’t made. Not once did she try to rebel against him, push against him, or challenge him. She kissed passively, letting him make the first move in everything. When he touched her, her body was softened to an art form, not hard and muscled beneath him, straining against him with almost more force than he could contain. He’d had to eventually get her off by burying his head between her thighs because all that he could manage to achieve was a little half-assed boner. It was trying, it really was, but something was just off. Great. He probably had a physical condition. This was going to be hell to explain to Jean-no, to the girls, the girls, the girls.

He couldn’t get the girl out of there fast enough. He bundled her up, sent her on her way, with enough money that she could call a taxi and get home safely. He stumbled back to his bed, throwing himself on the mattress and ran his fingers through his hair. What the hell was the matter with him? She hadn’t been half bad either, she just-hadn’t been Jean? His mind cheerfully asked him, giggling maniacally at his horrified reaction, masking the acceptance that lurked below. He rolled over, reaching out to the spot where Jean would normally fall asleep and breathing in deep, catching a whiff that grew potent as he moved closer towards Jean’s side-cigarettes. Now his bed smelled like cigarettes and Roy remembered why. Jean had lit up during the night, ignoring the many times that Roy had bellowed at him about smoking in bed-did he want to catch them on fire? Jean had pointed out that it would be no less disastrous than if he were to accidently snap in the middle of the night, but now his bed smelled like cigarette smoke!

Roy rolled over so that his nose was pressed deep into the pillow as he inhaled deeply, trying to feel all of Jean’s essence. It smelled like Jean did all the time, the faint hint of smoke always clinging to him, his hair, and his skin, no matter how hard he would try to wash it out, it would always be there. The smell reminded him of what had occurred last night-whispery groans, heated skin sliding together and then parting, lips grazing each other to suck and nibble on other part s of the flesh…Roy groaned disbelievingly as he felt himself grow hard. All right, that settled it-time to go see Jean. Thankfully their houses weren’t that far apart. All he needed was a long coat to hide his problem.

He made it to Jean’s house in record time and knocked furiously on the door, uncaring of how late it was. Jean would be up; he always was up this late anyway. It took a few moments, but the door swung slowly open, revealing a Jean who was tousle-haired and had clearly just woken up as his puffy eyes, wrinkled sweatpants and sleeveless undershirt would attest to. Oops-perhaps he’d judged wrongly. His sapphire eyes focused on Roy’s face as he froze, thought for a moment, and then swung the door shut in Roy’s face, leaving the alchemist to gape at the closed door before slamming his fist against it in an angry frenzy.

“Open this door this instant!” he shouted, lowering his voice after he reconsidered that this was quiet neighborhood and the houses were all close together-the neighbors might not appreciate being woken up by his frantic shouts, pleading with his subordinate just so he could get laid. “Jean, open the door!” he hissed, trying to insert a pleading tone into his voice. When everything else failed, he rapped his knuckle sharply on the door and stood up straight, his voice becoming crisp and brusque.

“Lieutenant Havoc, this is a direct order. If you don’t open that door then-” He did not have to finish his threat as the door slowly swung open, Havoc now looking more irate than anything.

“What can I do for you, sir?” he asked, emphasizing the last word as much as he could. Roy blanched for a moment before regaining his composure. Havoc had just stopped referring to him as sir while they were in bed, and in his mind he was already calling the lieutenant Jean…it’d felt like they were slowly getting used to each other, maybe even liking each other a little bit more. But now…Jean was looking at him like he would punch him if he weren’t his commanding officer. In fact, he looked like he might just throw the chain of command out the window and punch him anyway, just to make himself feel better.

“Can I come in?” Roy asked, stepping inside as he asked. Jean stared stonily after him for a moment before shutting the door.

“Make yourself at home boss,” he muttered underneath his breath, viciously crossing his arms and glaring at Roy as the alchemist stood uncomfortably in the doorway, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he tried to think of the right thing to say. He’d never gotten this cold of a reaction from Havoc before, never, and it was disrupting his idea of the way that the world should be. He finally decided to throw caution to the winds, and be the kind of strong, romantic, take-charge hero that everyone always loved in the novels. He stepped forward and put his hands on Jean’s shoulders, pushing him against the wall and crushing his mouth up against the lieutenant’s.

This was unlike any time previous, however. Instead of melting into him like he should have done, Jean’s body stiffened and his head turned, trying to evade his lips. Roy tried for a few more seconds before he pulled away, baffled as to why Jean would be acting like this. He was acting like some spurned prom date, but that was ridiculous, stupid to think that Jean would do something so juvenile as to get jealous of him going out with a girl. Though, come to think of it, that sounded exactly like something that Jean would do. His eyes glared balefully at the Colonel as Roy tried to think around the raging monster that was currently pressed up against his zipper, demanding to be released.

“What exactly are you doing here sir?” Havoc finally asked, shaving the tone of blatant hostility off of his voice. He leaned against the wall, withdrawing a cigarette from his sweatpants pockets and tucking it between his lips.

“I came to see you,” Roy said uncertainly, unsure of what exactly Jean wanted him to say. It was impossible that he could have known what happened previously, no one was that smart and he hadn’t said anything to anyone at the office. His mind gave a guilty squirm as he recalled that normally he would give Jean some sort of signal as to what was going to happen later at night and he’d neglected to today, but that was just oversight and he should be easily forgiven for that. No, Jean was probably just upset because he’d woken him up so late at night. But why was he being so cold? Roy didn’t understand this phenomenon.

“I find that difficult to believe sir, considering that you were already seeing someone tonight,” Havoc said, keeping his tone perfectly neutral, though his blue eyes blazed angrily at Roy.

“What…how…why is it so difficult to believe that I would come to see you?” Roy asked, ignoring the correct statement that Havoc had made. There was no possible way that he could have known about that, he’d covered all of his tracks. It had to be a lucky guess, one that Roy was quite positive he would not make again.

“Sir, please don’t lie to me, it’s just not going to work,” Havoc sighed, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck. “You had this look on your face all day long that said exactly what you were going to do tonight. Also, I found the dinner reservations in your coat pocket this morning when they fell out-and you don’t go out to dinner with me.”

“So what, is this jealousy?” Roy asked, a mocking tone creeping into his voice. A grown man, jealous? That had to be the most pathetic thing he’d ever seen in his entire life. Then his mind shot to what he would do if he’d come in and found another person in Jean’s house. His stomach twisted angrily and Roy looked into Jean’s eyes, suddenly understanding exactly where the lieutenant was coming from.

“With all due respect, sir, I have better things to do than just to wait around until you decide that you need to get laid,” Havoc said, starting towards the door. With increasing desperation, Roy watched him turn his back and then acted without thought, something he’d been doing increasingly more of since he’d decided to be crazy and have a few drinks with Havoc. He grabbed Havoc’s shoulder and spun him around, using the larger man’s momentum to pin him to the wall. Havoc struggled against him for a moment before he leaned against the wall and looked into Roy’s eyes, a calm apathy saturating his gaze.

“Look, I’m sorry,” Roy panted harshly, his fingernails scraping against the skin on Havoc’s shoulders. “I…god, I didn’t mean to, I acted without thinking.” Jean still made no move after this apology and Roy grew desperate. “Look,” he whispered, his voice becoming throaty with need as he grabbed Havoc’s wrist and thrust his hand against the bulge in his pants. Havoc’s hand twitched in his grasp and Roy closed his eyes, needing to take a deep breath before he could continue. “You’re the only person who can do this to me,” he said, leaning up to whisper into Havoc’s ear, flicking his tongue out to touch the earlobe. Despite his resolve Havoc’s knees buckled and he slid a few inches down the wall, coming down to Roy’s height. He looked at the Colonel through eyes that were darkened by lust, but still tinged with anger.

“I was really fucking angry,” Jean said, the cigarette falling from his lips, sighing as Roy’s lips whispered over the side of his neck, moving up to his cheek, hands moving out to grip the wall in an attempt to stay on his feet. “I was really-” He cried out as Roy pressed his hips into his groin, a certain part of his anatomy awaking with a vengeance. Roy quickly pulled back, leaving Havoc trembling with need. “I was just really fucking angry, you know?”

“I get that,” Roy whispered, the back of his hand moving to whisper up Havoc’s cheek, his fingers burrowing into the short, soft, blonde hair. “I get that,” he whispered, cradling the back of Havoc’s head in one hand while cupping his cheek with the other, pressing feather-light kisses over his chin, his forehead, cheeks, and closed eyelids, eventually coming to his lips. Havoc returned his kiss for a second before pulling away, his eyes still glaring angrily at Roy, though the ferocity of his glare was dulled somewhat by his flushed cheeks.

“Because if you’re with me, then you’re with me,” he said with a measure of finality in his voice. “I’m not just some person that you can see when you want to get laid…” His voice trailed off into an unintelligible groan as Roy kissed him harshly, shoving his tongue into the lieutenant’s mouth to silence him. His hands moved away from the wall to wrap around the alchemist’s shoulders, moving up to his head to grip in his hair, pushing him closer. The two grappled for a few seconds before Roy finally had to pull away, his face flushed as he panted lightly, trying to regain his normal breathing. Havoc gazed at him from half-lidded eyes as he stood up to his full height. Roy glared up at him, aware of exactly what the younger man was trying to do. He knew that Roy hated having to stand on his toes in order to reach him, tilting his head up to meet his lips-it put him in a position of inferiority. Roy Mustang was never willingly inferior to anyone in the world. That arrogance was really going to get him into trouble one day.

He gripped Havoc’s shoulder with one hand and rested his other hand flat on his chest. He could feel the muscles underneath his shirt tense underneath his touch and somehow managed to hide a smirk as his fingers rubbed over the fabric, causing Havoc’s eyes to slowly flutter shut. Havoc was so busy paying attention to the ministrations of Roy’s hand that he neglected to pay attention to the way that Roy was standing, slowly shifting his weight so that he was standing on one leg. His other leg quickly hooked around the hollow of Jean’s knee and pulled, while his hands forced the taller man down. Havoc landed on the floor and Roy quickly straddled him to prevent movement, leaning up over him and kissing him violently. Havoc’s arms wrapped around him, fingers digging into the loose skin at the nape of his neck, making Roy gasp with a sensation that was lost somewhere between pain and pleasure.

Roy slipped one of his legs between Havoc’s as he lay on top of him, gasping with Havoc’s arousal rubbed against his inner thigh. Havoc’s leg jutted up between his, looking like a grey mountain. Roy’s hand wormed itself way between his undershirt and his skin, fingers slowly tracing light circles on the skin of his chest and stomach. He rested his hand on his stomach, just below his sternum, feeling the tight muscles quivering. Roy ran his hand over Havoc’s torso, somehow realizing that he would never get tired of touching his skin, which was abnormally soft to be covering his frame. Havoc whined in the back of his throat as Roy’s hand brushed against a nipple, his whining becoming a higher pitch as Roy tweaked it while sucking on the juncture where his neck met his shoulder, occasionally biting down hard enough to leave a mark.

Havoc’s hips thrust up into him, sending a clear invitation, but Roy wasn’t ready to do anything about that yet and continued kissing him with wild abandon, moving his body over the man beneath him. He could feel more than hear Jean’s growl and felt his muscles tensing in preparation for a roll. Roy ripped his mouth away from Jean’s and seized his wrists, bringing them above his head and pinning them to the ground with one hand, the other hand caressing Jean’s chest as the other man bit his lip to keep from crying out, body moving pathetically underneath him. Roy rubbed against him and Havoc’s eyes rolled back in his head, tiny whimpers escaping his lips as he lost his battle to remain silent.

That’s it, Roy thought, slowly releasing Havoc’s wrists as one hand played with the bottom of Havoc’s undershirts. I don’t think he’s going anywhere for a while…He slowly pulled the shirt up and over Havoc’s head and tossed it carelessly aside, leaning over to press a kiss to the hollow of his collarbone. Havoc pulled at his hair, his head arching back as his mouth opened in amazement as Roy’s tongue laved at his skin. He had to be appreciative of Roy’s swift learning curve-only a few weeks and he’d already learned every single spot that could make him go insane with just the slightest touch, and even discovered some turn-ons that he didn’t know existed. It was enough to make Jean want to keep the Colonel around for a very long time, just so he could be thrilled by what Roy would do next-like this for instance. It was rare that Roy would try to seize control from him in such a blatant manner, rarer still that Jean wouldn’t fight him on it. He was perfectly willing to see what Roy was going to do next-not to mention that having his arms pinned above his head had made him hotter than he thought was humanly possible.

Roy’s mouth trailed over Jean’s torso, inflaming his skin with licks and kisses. Jean moved underneath him, but not so much that Roy felt that his new position of superiority was threatened. Roy moved down lower, pressing kiss after kiss to Jean’s lower abdomen, listening to the pained gasps being ripped from the throat of the blonde. His hand pressed firmly against his groin, making Jean’s eyes fly open and a strangled cry escape his lips. The pressure ceased after a few seconds, leaving Jean trembling all over and soundlessly begging for more. Sapphire eyes gazed at Roy, their expression pleading as Roy smiled and pressed down again, moving his palm in a slow circle as Jean’s groin rubbed against him, desperate for friction. Jean whined low in his throat as Roy moved his hand again, making the alchemist shudder at the sound of raw desire coming from the lieutenant.

Roy’s hands moved lower, gripping Jean’s muscular thighs as he lowered his head to the very tip of the cloth-covered erection. Jean was panting in anticipation, hands trying to find some purchase on the floor as Roy drew the moment out as long as he could. His mouth delicately closed over the tip, the wet heat of his mouth only mildly felt by Havoc, the tantalizing feeling of being so close, yet so far away causing the other man to groan low in his throat, a sound that made Roy inhale, only causing Havoc to moan again.

Jean held his lower lip tightly between his teeth as Roy blew out a breath over his crotch. He’d never really had Roy’s problem with speaking before, but ever since he’d started this thing with Roy he’d felt like he couldn’t cry out. He and Roy were locked in a battle of sorts, and the first person to beg for mercy would be the loser. He wanted to cry out, wanted to beg and plead with Roy to just fuck him already for God’s sake and stop wasting time but that would mean that Roy had won, and Jean’s pride would not allow that to happen. Still, he managed to think, as Roy’s mouth closed over his erection again and his hand gripped his shaft through his pants, if the Colonel kept this up for much longer he wouldn’t have much of a choice. Roy sucked in, causing Jean’s head to fly backwards of its own accord and his mouth to open without his permission or knowledge.

“Oh God,” he moaned, low and throaty, voice trembling with need, just breathy enough to let Roy know that Jean didn’t have full control over himself at the moment. That moan was enough to make him bury his face in Havoc’s hip, taking a shuddering breath to try and calm himself and not just push into Havoc as fast as he could, riding him until he came to a screaming climax. Jean whimpered at the lack of movement from Roy and rolled his hips in an attempt to gain some more attention. “God, please…Roy…” Hearing his name ripped from those lips, that inflection on the simple syllable, the way that Jean’s face twisted as he begged for relief, something that only he could give him, knowing that he had caused the always composed, always in control lieutenant to be this way…it was enough to make him come in his pants right there.

All right. Something had to be done quickly. Much as he wanted to pound into Havoc until walking would be difficult, much as he needed the younger man right then and there, there had to be a better place than right outside Havoc’s door. That would be uncomfortable at best, especially considering that after they had had their nightly exercise all movement seemed to cease for them until the morning. Falling asleep on Havoc’s floor was really not an option.

Roy took in a deep breath, trying to ignore the sigh that escaped Havoc’s lips, even as it reverberated through his entire body. With a feeling like he was being ripped in half he pulled himself away from Havoc’s body, trying to block the bereft cry that reached his lips. He kneeled beside Havoc, slipping an arm underneath his shoulders and pulling him away from the floor. Havoc smiled up at him as Roy tried to heft him up, grunting with exertion. His arms were shaking and he wasn’t sure that he could support his own weight, let alone the weight of a man who was, he hated to admit it, a little more muscular than he was. Must have been all the covert-ops training.

Fortunately, it never came to this because Havoc managed to push himself up, quickly seeing Roy’s reasoning. It looked doubtful whether or not they were ever going to reach the bedroom because as soon as both men were standing Havoc leaned over Roy and kissed him, his one arm snaking around his waist, his other running up his back to cradle the back of his head. Roy cried out against Jean’s mouth as he was bent backwards in a position he was pretty sure that he saw the heroine of a movie in once. Oh no. This would not do.

He pushed against Jean, straightening up and grabbing his biceps in a tight grip. Jean cried out as Roy pushed him against the wall and kissed him violently. His hands gripped his upper arm in an almost painful hold, and it was almost a certainty that there would be bruises on his arms in the morning. Havoc breathlessly kissed Roy back, his stomach lurching with excitement at this show of aggression from Roy. To see him taking this measure of control, his face flushed and his hands pressing into his muscles and his weight pinning him to the wall-Jean found himself wishing that Roy took control more often because this was the most amazing thing that he’d ever experienced.

“Come on,” Roy whispered, brushing his lips against Havoc’s before tugging him forwards towards the bedroom. It was actually sad really, the fact that he knew exactly where Havoc slept. In a perfect world he would have never known this disturbing fact. But this was not a perfect world, and he had to make do with what was happening-although he really couldn’t complain with what was happening, he mused, as they were stumbling down the hall, occasionally running into the wall. Roy felt the breath forcefully leave his lungs as he was shoved into the wall by Havoc’s superior weight. He pushed Havoc down the hall into the bedroom, an act that took entirely too long to achieve, considering the small size of the house. He pushed Jean down on the bed and crawled on top of his thighs before Havoc had a chance to regain control.

Roy took a second to just sit back and admire the view. He never really took the time to actually look at Havoc, since he was usually so busy with other tasks, but he was beginning to regret this action-much as he hated to admit it, Jean Havoc was actually not that bad to look at. A soft sheen shone on the milky white skin, which was stretched over quivering muscles and his heaving chest. Dark eyelashes fluttered, occasionally revealing impossibly bright blue eyes that offset the startling pink tone of his thin lips. His head craned back, crushing short blonde hair into the sheets and showing off a milky throat, Adam’s apple clearly working as he swallowed deeply. Roy leaned down and gently kissed Jean’s throat, then drawing back and looking over him again.

It seemed inconceivable to him that he could still look as innocent as he did sometimes. Roy hadn’t really asked what he’d done before he’d been assigned to work underneath him-he’d been given a resume of course, but he hadn’t really looked at it, just glanced at it and chucked it across the desk. Hawkeye had said that she’d known him during her time in the army and that he was a good soldier and Hawkeye’s approval was good enough for him. But judging from the way that he looked Roy knew that Jean had seen some terrible things in his time, some things that could age a man, destroy him even. But Jean was here, looking younger than he had a right to and this fact made Roy unbelievably happy.

“What?” Jean asked in a dazed voice, his eyes finally focusing on Roy’s face. He had no idea why the alchemist didn’t have him halfway to orgasm by now-that was usually what happened thirty seconds after they hit the bed, but for some reason Roy seemed perfectly happy just sitting on his legs and staring at him. “What’s wrong?” Jean asked in concern. Could it be that finally after all these times Roy had finally figured out exactly what he was doing and this fact repulsed him?

“Nothing,” Roy whispered, leaning down to brush a soft kiss across Jean’s lips. Jean’s hands automatically wound around him, pulling him closer, his mouth opening and tongue invading Roy’s mouth by force. Roy made a noise and pulled back, much to Havoc’s confusion.

“What?” he asked, slightly hurt by Roy’s rejection. Roy looked down, an unknown feeling rising deep within him as he stared at the man below him. He tried to deny it, but it didn’t work and his denial was coming too close to what the actual feeling was, so he settled for ignoring the rising warmth in his stomach that had absolutely nothing to do with the desire coursing through his body and concentrate solely on the words that were coming out of his mouth. Meanwhile, whilst he was thinking, Jean’s hands were working at his shirt buttons, fingers brushing against his skin as he furiously worked at his clothes, undoing his shirt with supernatural speed and trying to slide it off of his shoulders. Roy gripped his wrists, gently this time, putting them back down on the bed by Havoc’s side. Jean struggled against him, jerking his wrists in an attempt to free them, confusion shining clearly in his eyes. What in the world had he done?

“It’s all right,” Roy said, his mind racing for reasons that he couldn’t entirely fathom. “Just…just let me do this, all right? Don’t worry about anything,” he said, his thumbnail scraping against the skin on Havoc’s forearm. “Just…let me do this my way, all right?”

Jean stared up at him, the light of understanding dawning in his eyes. He reached his hand up to cup Roy’s cheek, thumb running over the slight remaining stubble on his cheeks while his fingers roamed over his throat and earlobe. “Come here,” he said softly, fingers pressing down gently and Roy suppressed the shiver that ran through him at the sound of his voice. He’d never heard Jean, or anyone for that matter, sound so alluring, and well…loving was the word that he was looking for, wasn’t it?

Roy slowly lowered himself down, lying on his side next to Havoc and leaning over him, kissing him gently. Havoc’s mouth opened immediately for him, an open invitation, but Roy refused to fall to the bait and continued to kiss him, his tongue remaining in his own mouth. Havoc made no move to usurp his unofficial control, something for which Roy was eternally grateful. Had Havoc done something then, he never would have gotten this situation back under his control. Roy continued to kiss Havoc, allowing the other man to slide his shirt off of his shoulders where it fluttered uselessly down to the side of the bed and was instantly forgotten. Roy sighed as their skin collided together, a feeling that never got old for him.

Roy slung one of his legs between Havoc’s, moving so that his thigh would rub against Havoc’s crotch. He was pleased to find Jean as hard as ever and listened to his soft moan as Roy continued to rub, making sure that he would continue to be as aroused as he was at the moment. Roy moved down Havoc’s body, pressing kisses to the corner of his lips, his jaw and his throat, all the while continuing to stimulate Havoc through the pressure created by his thigh. Jean whimpered underneath him, fists clenching loosely on the pillow beside his head.

Jean could feel the light pressure of his nails biting into the skin of his palm as if from a huge distance, almost like it was happening to someone else. He was more concerned about the wet heat of Roy’s tongue against his lips and throat and the delicious pressure created by the alchemist against his groin. He had no idea why Roy was doing this, but for whatever reason it felt damned good and he didn’t want him to stop. It was nice actually, the calm, controlled pace that Roy seemed determined to keep, no matter how much his own desire rose. It was nice, the anticipation and the slow pace making his need grow with every passing second. He was so intent on paying attention to the boiling desire in his groin that he missed the soft touch of Roy’s hand sliding up his bare arm until his fingers were at the soft skin of his wrists, skipping over the exposed veins.

Havoc’s heart began to race with trepidation when he felt the tips of Roy’s fingers nudging his. Without knowing why, he obeyed Roy’s silent urges, his fingers unclenching and slowly curling upwards, away from his palm. He shivered, a tickling sensation running through him as Roy’s fingers trailed up the soft skin of his palm as his hand opened. When his fingers straightened he spread them out, hoping for, but not expecting the sensation that he received: Roy’s fingers easily slid into the space made by his fingers spreading and curled over the back of his hand, pressing down lightly. Havoc’s fingers readily closed over his hand, returning the pressure as Roy returned to his mouth. This time he allowed his tongue to wander into Havoc’s mouth, slowly caressing every inch.

Roy’s hand was almost trembling within Havoc’s as he continued to hold it tightly, almost as if it were his anchor to this world. He’d done a lot of dangerous things in his day, but damn if this didn’t feel like the most deadly of all. He ha d no idea what was happening to him at this moment, no idea what made him go for the moment of tenderness, but all he knew was that he felt whole, complete, more so than he ever had his entire life, with Havoc’s hand in his. Havoc certainly didn’t mind-he wasn’t letting go, that much was obvious.

Roy didn’t bother to resist when Jean pulled their clasped hands up to rest underneath his chin, nor did he try to stop him when he raised them to in front of his face. It was only when he felt the whisper of Jean’s lips against his knuckles that he started, but he never dreamed of struggling, too intent on watching Jean as his eyes flickered shut as he pressed kiss after kiss to Roy’s knuckles, his lips eventually traveling over the back of his hand, and more thrillingly still, to where their hands met, kissing their entwined fingers reverently. Roy made a small noise as he felt Jean’s hand on his free hand, fingers worming their way between Roy’s and squeezing gently. Roy felt like he could have cried at that moment, both of his hands held in a pleasantly firm grip with Havoc’s lips caressing his.

Roy wriggled his one hand out of Havoc’s, pulling the other man closer as he leaned over him and kissed his throat, still holding their clasped hands close to his chest. Jean’s free hand rubbed at the back of his neck, the pressure on tense muscles feeling astronomically good. Roy moved down Jean’s chest, kissing gently, tongue flicking out to tease his skin. Havoc kept gasping softly, the slow pace setting his skin afire and making his entire body scream in desire. Roy could tell how badly Jean wanted this by the way that his hand clenched and relaxed on his, fingernails digging into his skin, leaving shallow half-moon marks. Roy moved down to Jean’s lower stomach, kissing the quivering skin around his navel, his free hand pushing down his sweatpants. Jean gasped and arched his hips to help him slide his pants off.

Roy reveled in the sight of Jean’s almost painfully sharp hipbones, so delightful to run fingers over, so delicious in the way that they seemed to fit perfectly with his. He kissed the very edge of the bone, running his tongue along the curve and listening to Jean’s low gasp and moan. “Roy,” he said throatily, scuffing the top of his head, turning his black hair into a messy black mop. Unwilling to release Jean’s hand, Roy slowly worked his sweatpants off his pelvis until they were resting around his mid-thighs. Roy quirked an eyebrow and smiled wryly at Jean.

“No underwear?” he asked, running a gentle hand on his lower abdomen, almost dipping into the blonde curls but veering away in the last second. He traced soft circles on the top of Havoc’s thigh, listening to Havoc’s soft gasps.

“Just got out of the shower,” Jean explained breathlessly. He raised a questioning eyebrow at Roy, who still seemed content to lean over him and trail his hand over his skin, even though his own erection was throbbing in eager anticipation. “You going to talk about my clothing choice or…” his voice trailed off as Roy pushed himself up to press his lips to just above Jean’s navel, feeling his member pushing against his upper chest.

Havoc groaned, resisting the urge to push up, knowing that it would probably hurt Roy or at the very least annoy him a little. Roy pulled back, a cool breeze reaching Havoc’s now leaking shaft. Havoc groaned as Roy ran his tongue up the underside of Havoc’s erection, taking the tip into his mouth and then smoothly swallowed him down. Jean moaned lowly, his free hand clawing the sheets. His hand clasped Roy’s tightly in time with his breathing. Roy felt a tingling feeling within him, starting from his clasped fingers and moving down through his entire body.

Roy began bobbing his head in sure, swift movements, assured by Havoc’s moans that this would bring a swift end to it. His hand lay firm on Jean’s hip, ensuring that he wouldn’t accidently thrust up. He could feel his body straining against him, his fingers clasping his tightly. With a shuddering groan Jean came, his hips jerking against Roy’s restraining hand as his head craned back. Roy shuddered as Jean called out his name lowly, his body falling limp on the mattress as his eyes closed and he regained his breathing. When he regained his breathing and the power of speech he looked up at Roy, bright blue eyes shining.

“Come here,” he said breathlessly, beckoning to Roy and sighing as Roy glided up his body, his unrelieved erection touching Jean’s inner thigh and making Jean gasp with the sensation to still-sensitive skin. Jean kissed him softly; softer than he ever had before, the back of his fingers brushing Roy’s cheek and cupping the back of Roy’s head tenderly. Roy smiled against Jean’s mouth, embracing him tightly. An unfamiliar emotion was filling him, until he felt like he couldn’t breathe unless he spoke, but he had no words to say. So he poured that entire emotion into Jean with his mouth and his embrace and his hands, leaving Jean gasping and smiling wearily.

With difficulty, Roy pulled away from Havoc’s lips and pulled back down his body, his hand moving down to stroke Jean lightly, smiling as Jean immediately responded to his ministrations. “Here,” Havoc whispered, passing a small bottle of lotion to him. Roy took it from him and slowly separated his hand from Jean’s, feeling oddly bereft when his hand was free once more. He held Havoc’s wrist and kissing each of his fingertips. He gently placed his hand back on the bed and lifted Havoc’s legs onto his shoulders as he poured some lotion onto his fingertips. He slowly worked in one finger and then added another, appreciating Havoc’s tiny hiss as it slid in. Roy began a slow thrusting; fingertips searching for the elusive spot that would make Jean go absolutely crazy.

And…there. Roy smiled as Jean gasped, his entire body going rigid. Roy slowly pulled his fingers out and leaned over Jean, slowly positioning himself until Jean was nearly whimpering with need. Roy ran his hand over Havoc’s thigh, using it for leverage as he pushed in, almost achingly slow. Jean sighed as his internal organs fluttered around Roy, finally adjusting. Roy groaned as tight heat surrounded him, fighting the urge to thrust swiftly again, relieving himself almost instantly. He wanted to do this in a particular way, something that would show Jean just how sorry he was, show him that he wasn’t going to leave, not ever if this was how everything was going to happen.

Roy pulled out and thrust in again, biting his lip to keep from groaning. But then the thought occurred to him that Jean had already broken their unofficial rule of silence, had already begged and cried out, so why he should worry about a little groan? He’d won after all, and he would take every available opportunity to remind Jean of this fact. He groaned out lowly as he thrust in again, every single muscle that Jean had clamping down tightly around him. He moved forward, pushing Jean’s legs up higher so that he was positioned directly over Jean, their harsh breaths mingling and becoming one as Roy pushed against him.

Jean’s hands were on either side of his head and Roy took the opportunity to slide his hands up the sheets until his fingers were entwined with Jean’s once again, pushing down on his hands as he thrust in again. Jean leaned up and kissed Roy, hissing into his mouth and grabbing his bottom lip between his teeth. Despite the temptation and the urging that Jean was giving him, shoving his hips back plaintively, Roy stuck to his self-control and forced himself to continue to go slowly, determined to drag this out for as long as he could without exploding. He disentangled one hand from Jean’s and reached down between them, fist closing around Jean’s erection and pumping in time with his thrusts. He looked down at the younger man trapped beneath him, his lovely lips open as he panted and his chest heaving as he tried to regain some measure of control.

So fucking beautiful, Roy found himself thinking, leaning down to kiss him again, feeling like even this wasn’t enough, that he could never be close enough. He tried to push that thought from his mind but it lingered there, like a bad smell that eventually become part of the room and wasn’t easily distinguishable from anything else. Roy pushed in deep, scoring a direct hit within Havoc while squeezing him tightly with his hand. Jean cried out, closing his eyes tightly and pulling away from Roy’s lips as he groaned out, his groan eventually lost as Roy covered Jean’s mouth with his own. His hips began to pick up speed as a burning feeling slowly picked up momentum in his stomach, spreading to his groin as he moved faster and faster against Havoc.

Roy came and it was more spectacular than it had ever been. Maybe it was because of the relief he felt, almost losing Havoc earlier that day, maybe it was because he was on top for once, maybe it was the strange warm, tingly feeling that had been occupying his body ever since he’d held Havoc’s hand-for whatever reason this time was more special than any of the other times, and it was because of this that Roy felt his mouth opening and words pouring from his throat without any control from him.

“God…Jean…” he groaned, hips thrusting shallowly into Jean as he finished. “Jean,” he whispered, limply lowering himself on top of the blonde, face resting in his shoulder as Jean’s arms encircled him, rubbing small circles on his back to calm him. Roy latched onto Jean, feeling powerless and looking helpless, but he really didn’t’ care at the moment. Jean was there and he was real, and that was all that mattered to Roy at the moment. He was decidedly not trying to think of anything else.

They never really talked after the act; they always just tried to go to sleep as soon as possible, unsure of what to say afterwards. This night was worse than any other, because so many questions hung between the two of them that were better left unanswered. They both rolled over onto their sides of the bed, trying to sleep despite the many questions sprinting through their minds.

To this day, Roy had no idea what possessed him to do it, but the fact remained that before could regain full control of his limbs he was slithering over to Jean’s side and pulling up his arm where it was resting beside him. Jean murmured in confusion before Roy’s warm body slid next to his, his chest pressing into Jean’s, his head tucked beneath Jean’s, his lips coming just even with the hollow in his collarbone. Jean tensed, before relaxing, his arm slowly lowering over Roy, giving the alchemist time to back out. Roy just moved closer to Jean, needing the contact, needing Jean’s arm to rest heavily atop him. Roy tilted his head back and pressed a soft kiss to Jean’s throat before tucking his head back down to rest against the base of Jean’s neck. He felt Jean embrace him tighter, pulling him closer into his chest and bestowing a kiss to the top of his head. Roy took in a deep breath, feeling unbelievably thankful for some reason, resting his forehead against the slightly clammy skin of Havoc’s chest before going to sleep.

Ever since then everything had been different. Roy couldn’t put his finger on it, but everything had changed. No matter how much he tried to tell himself that it was just because of the way that Jean made him feel, he couldn’t erase the fact that there were emotions there, that he actually gave a damn about the other man, no matter how much he annoyed him and how hard he tried to just be a bastard. Jean still annoyed him most of the time, but even when he was at his most irritating there was still something there that prevented Roy from just snapping his fingers and burning him into the next century.

He’d even come to terms with the fact that Jean had basically unofficially moved into his apartment, even going so far as to give him a key so that he wouldn’t have to get up to let the other man in. At least, that was what he told himself. Roy knew that he was becoming far too domesticated when he came home one day from a long day at work and found Jean asleep on his couch, his boots hanging lazily over the edge. Roy suppressed the cry of horror that almost escaped his lips at the sight of Havoc’s boots resting on his upholstery and stared at the other man.

He looked so peaceful while he was asleep, the look of irritation that he usually wore at the office gone, the wrinkles wiped clean and his mouth hanging open in sleep. His one hand was resting on his stomach, rising and falling with his breathing while his other hand was hanging off the couch, fingertips brushing the floor. Roy couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped his lips as he looked at the other man, sighing in amused exasperation as he pulled the afghan off of the top of the couch. He slung it over Havoc, well aware that there wouldn’t be any midnight exercising tonight. He covered Jean’s sleeping body with it, moving to the end of the couch to pull off his boots-he’d be damned if those filthy things would be resting on any more of his furniture. He’d actually had a fight about that with Havoc once before-good to see that he’d obeyed the orders of a superior officer so much.

“You’re home,” a sleepy voice said from the end of the couch. Roy looked up to see Havoc blearily grinning at him, his eyes still clouded with sleep. Havoc slowly pushed himself on one elbow, beckoning to Roy as he stifled a yawn. Roy waited until he was sitting up before walking over and straddling his lap, his thighs on either side of Havoc’s hips as cupped his cheeks in his hands. He removed the cigarette that had somehow magically appeared, from his lips and held it in his hands as he pressed a kiss to Jean’s forehead, shivering as Jean’s hands worked their way underneath his shirt to massage his sore muscles. Roy’s hands went to cradle Jean’s head as Jean wound his hands further up his back, pressing him closer as they shared a kiss. Roy parted from Jean, a small smile that hardly anyone had ever seen playing around his lips.

Even when he was cradled within Jean’s arms, his back pressed against Jean’s chest, their hands clasped in sleep, Roy tried to deny it, tried to tell himself that the only reason he was there was because he was cold, and that was the only reason that he would ever let Jean Havoc embrace him, but the protests sounded weak even to him. He tried to remind himself of all the reasons that Jean Havoc should be hated, his insubordination, his smoking, his height, goddamn his height, but Roy just couldn’t bring himself to do it anymore.

Actually, Roy Mustang almost hated the fact that he couldn’t hate much about Jean Havoc anymore.

But he could learn to live with it.