Subordination

He should have known better. When Havoc first saw the colonel come in the room with the gun twirling around his finger, he didn’t think anything of it. They were military; playing with guns was what they did. But when that small, metal weapon and Mustang’s dark, determined eyes stared at him, he was a little more worried. Putting down the book he was reading, Havoc was about to ask, but didn’t need to when his colonel went on spouting orders like a robber or a mad-man.

“Don’t talk! Stand up.” Havoc did as he was told; not wanting to aggravate who he believed was a Colonel Roy Mustang in the middle of a mental breakdown. The dark-haired man moved closer until the gun almost touched Havoc’s chest, and in a lower voice he commanded, “In the basement.”

As Havoc walked backwards to the location indicated he mentally rolled his eyes. He would be having sex with a crazy guy. That was his life. And the basement was cold. Mustang might have just came in from outside, but Mustang also loved having the heater on full blast. So, shirtless Havoc, who just wanted to be comfortable while reading, was now being forced to go into the cold basement. Why was it always him?

But of course, it didn’t end there. His crazy colonel had to have handcuffs, and for some reason needed him to be cuffed to a water pipe. While he was contemplating the reasons Mustang could be doing this to him the man in question began to snicker with a sly smirk on his face, leading to Havoc raising an eyebrow.

“Now, that’s more like it,” Mustang chanted in a suggestive voice while wrapping his arms around Havoc’s chest and looking up at the baffled man in cuffs.

“Roy, what—“

“Hush!” Mustang interrupted with the gun pointed at Havoc’s face which startled him. “Don’t speak unless spoken to, and you will address me as ‘sir.’ Understand, private?” Havoc nodded but was exasperated. Surely his colonel was crazy for using a gun just to play a bedroom game. He was only more assured of this when that gun started sliding down his face during Mustang’s evil whisper in his ear, “I can’t hear you, private.”

“Yes, sir…”

Mustang stepped back to contentedly examine his hostage and then placed the end of the gun on the blonde’s lips as he answered, “Good.”

Havoc slowly sucked in air through his teeth and then held his breath when he felt cold metal trace down his chest and torso, only exhaling when that same item rubbed against his cock causing a bulge to form in his pants. “Very good,” Mustang commented with a pleased whispered though he wore an all-knowing smirk, and Havoc soon found out why when he felt the cold gun on his bare dick, which ironically caused it to heat up more as Mustang used it to stroke him. Havoc staggered out a gasp and this caused Mustang to smirk even more.

“It’s good that you like it, I have more in store for you…” The words dripped from the colonel’s lips while he looked up at his subordinate with a fierce gaze, and that alone made Havoc want to rip off the other’s clothes and fuck him senselessly, but the handcuffs kept him from doing just that, even then, the idea excited him very much. His increasing excitement was visible now that Mustang had used the gun to pull the blonde’s pants down enough to expose his swelling dick, and when he saw Mustang give it a thoughtful look he knew that he would instead be tormented by the other.

Mustang’s contemplative stare now moved to Havoc’s face before he pressed against the blonde’s body to whisper in his ear, “Explain yourself, maggot,” and then grabbed the blonde’s erection. Havoc bit his lip and held his breath to keep himself from reacting too strongly to Mustang’s touch. He exhaled quickly and attempted to come up with a good answer, “Just thinking of you, sir.”

Mustang liked this response leading him to chuckle a little bit and then replying, “Understandable.” He let go of Havoc’s dick, much to the blonde’s anguish, to let his hand travel up the other’s body and then brought his head down to kiss Havoc’s chest while looking up at him through dark locks. Then Mustang placed another kiss on Havoc’s stomach before kneeling down in front of Havoc’s heated member and letting his breath wash over that flesh while Havoc held his once again. Mustang chuckled once again, “Now what are you thinking?”

Havoc still wouldn’t breathe yet, causing him not to answer, and Mustang gave him a stern look. “Answer me, maggot,” Mustang commanded in a low voice while pointing the gun up at Havoc, who exhaled again and was now panting slightly while he responded, “Still thinking of you, sir.”

Mustang smiled now, a cocky sort of smile and said, “Of me?” He stopped pointing the gun at Havoc’s face so that he could hold on to his hip. “Are you sure you’re not thinking of this?” The question was followed by Mustang drawing an invisible line from Havoc’s belly-button to the tip of his penis with a condom that he pulled out of his pocket, and then he continued, “Of how much you want me to touch it?” At that point he scraped the condom across the tip and watched the other. Havoc bit his bottom lip while attempting not to moan, which made it turn into a long grunt instead.

Mustang was thoroughly entertained and put his cheek on Havoc’s hip while he watched his subordinate try to regain his breath, but only a sort while, and soon further inquired, “How badly do you want me to touch it?” Havoc didn’t hesitate this time, answering quickly, “Sir, so bad. I want you to touch it so bad,” in a desperate tone. Instead of verbally responding, Mustang just smiled and rubbed his cheek against the other’s erection before teasing the tip with his thumb and tongue. He couldn’t help laughing softly at every staggered grunt that was a result of his prisoner not wanting to submit completely, meanwhile Havoc was starting to hate the colonel for not only continuously teasing him, but for not allowing him to do anything about. He was restrained, forbidden to talk, and on top of it all, tormented while his superior watched in pure amusement.

“Having fun?” the black haired one mocked and was unable to keep himself from snickering while Havoc tried so hard not to glare, and his discontent would have drenched anything he said so he decided to remain silent. Somehow that made Mustang laugh more, “Aw, is that a no?” Havoc looked up and clenched his teeth out of frustration, and when he looked down again Mustang was opening the condom with his teeth. Now it was Havoc’s turn to smile, but not only because Mustang was getting serious now, but also because the display itself was so erotic. “Good thing we’re just getting started,” Mustang finished much later and placed a kiss on the tip.

As Mustang rose to his feet again, Havoc wondered how it was humanly possible for his colonel to be so damn sexy, especially now that he was again so close to him and stripping so slowly, so teasingly. While looking up at the blonde, Mustang opened his jacket, button by button, making sure he took as long as he could on each one, and then slipped it off his shoulders and let it fall to the ground before pulling his shirt out of his pants so he could start all over again. Havoc bit his lip and made a face that illustrated his torture, and Mustang chuckled.

“What’s the matter, private?” As soon as he whispered his taunting in Havoc’s ear he started grinding his hips against the blonde’s erection which made him gasp at the sudden unexpected pleasure. Now the face that Havoc was looking down on was still playful but now also slightly blissful as Mustang continued to rub against him to make his own cock swell. And when Mustang made quick to do away with his pants and undergarments so that flesh could rub against flesh, his pant and soft moan made them both forget the question; what is was and that it had ever been asked.

Havoc lifted his head as he sighed when the other wrapped his hand around both arousals and began to stroke them together. He looked down again to see the very sight of it and instantly needed a kiss from the man who hadn’t stopped watching him, but Havoc hadn’t succeeded. Mustang stopped the blonde by placing his fingers on his prisoner’s lips, and it was then that Havoc realized that his superior was panting a little, especially when he breathlessly murmured, “open up.” Since he was still locked up he obeyed, but any other time he would have the advantage.

Mustang slipped his fingers into Havoc’s open mouth, which he knew was his cue to suck, and he did, smiling as he watched Mustang’s own lips part. Mustang’s return to reality was visible when he bit his lip and pulled his fingers out of Havoc’s mouth. Mustang’s hands were stroking Havoc’s chest as he kneeled down again, gun in one hand and condom in the other. Then, once he was on his knees, he dropped the gun, switched the condom to the other hand, and then wrapped his lips around Havoc’s tip. Havoc lifted his head again for a short moment to exhale thrillingly, and then panted while watching the colonel suck his dripping member and couldn’t help noticing the colonel using the fingers he had sucked on to impale himself. He watched for a little while and then closed his eyes and imagined that it was him in his higher-up’s opening.

His wish soon came true when he opened his eyes at the loss of heat, for Mustang had stopped sucking him and was now putting the condom on him. Havoc mentally complained about how he would prefer it to be natural, and he was not looking forward to having a plastic bag in between them, but he was once again prohibited to speak. A kiss on his cheek and his captor shushing him mischievously is what snapped him out of his current thoughts and caused him to have new, now thinking about how under normal circumstances he would grunt out a “fuck you.” But, under CURRENT circumstances, saying such a thing would breed opposite results, meaning he was certain that his captor would instead just leave him there as he was until he begged and cried for forgiveness. No. Way. In—

Holy hell! While he had lost himself in thought again the colonel had turned around and was now leading Havoc’s dick into his tight hole, and Havoc had lost his ability to breathe as he was being pushed in deeper. Once Havoc was fully inside of him, Mustang leaned back and turned his head to the side to look at the blonde and breathed his name, “Jean…” Taking that as a hint that the colonel no longer cared about their little game, in a soft, husky voice in the dark-haired man’s ear he replied back with his name, “Roy,” and then he thrusted his hips, which took Mustang by surprise, and so did the second time when Havoc pulled his hips back and thrust into him as hard as he could, almost causing the dark-haired man to fall if he hadn’t grabbed onto the other’s arm.
Now with a firm grip on the blonde’s arm, Mustang was able to steady himself despite the blonde’s uncontrollable hips. Everything soon locked into the same rhythm, their breathing and Havoc’s thrusting, until Mustang decided to aid, pressing back against Havoc so he’d go deeper and moaning as he did so. Even though he was still in cuffs, he had to smirk at his superior who was too lost in ecstasy to even remember to command him anymore, and he enjoyed such a master, watching the colonel’s eager hand reach for his jumping cock and stroke, much like how he was before. Even though he was bound he knew now was the time for him to take over, for even if Mustang did remember the rules to his own game it was obvious that he was too far gone to follow them.

“Roy…” Havoc sighed in the other’s ear in which he got an out-of-breath “huh?” in response, which he took as an invitation to continue. “Faster. I want you to cum with me.” The colonel nodded with sweaty black locks sticking to his face and a moan that followed a sudden jerk of Havoc’s hips. The scene caused Havoc to groan, or maybe it was the increased pace that was awkward, but felt so amazing. Or maybe it was Mustang, who now was trying to keep himself from finishing, because suddenly he was tighter and Havoc had to groan again. Then, with a smile, Havoc whispered to the other, “Its okay,” and a long cry answered him as Mustang leaned back and let himself shoot off. At practically the same time Havoc came too and deeply moaned in the colonel’s ear to let him know it.

Both of Mustang’s hands dropped and it was visible that his knees felt a little weak, and normally Havoc would have given him time to recover, now that they were done his mind was set on something more important. “Roy,” the blonde said sharply and Mustang snapped his head around to look at him, making it obvious that he had zoned out, and Havoc inwardly laughed as he spoke to his spacey, but oh-so-cute superior, “Please take these cuffs off now.”

Mustang looked up at Havoc’s hands that seemed to be trying to wiggle free and smirked. He gave the blonde a sadistic look while playfully asking, “Who?”
Havoc looked at the other sternly, obviously not as amused. “Not funny,” the blonde growled through clenched teeth, and that’s when Mustang turned around and placed a soft kiss on his subordinate’s lips.

“Who’s laughing?” Mustang inquired quietly before walking away, only stopping twice, the first time to pick up his belongings and the second time to wave at the blonde man with the key to the hand cuffs hanging from his finger and to mutter, “Maggot.” After that Havoc couldn’t see the colonel anymore and his mouth hung open in slight shock, and then he hung his head when he realized it was exactly like his colonel to do something like this.

He’d get him back, Havoc was sure of that. Even though experience had told him that revenge always lead to more trouble, revenge was all he could think of other than how much he wanted to cry. “You’re a bastard, Roy Mustang. You’re an evil bastard…”