Hello, fanfiction net! I apologize for my pathetic excuse for a story... or my pathetic excuse for yaoi... but it is something like 3 AM, and I was in dire need of uploadig something, anyways.

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Sighing pitifully, a tired, weary-eyed Jean Havoc trudged into the office, ignoring the friendly greetings from his subordinates. "Hello, Lt.!" Breda waved happily, rewarded by a small grunt from the exhausted individual.
"G'morning, sir!" Falman saluted, as his superior walked past him indifferently.
"Good morning, Lt." Hawkeye waved him a hand, as he shrugged in response.

However, a small, bubbly military recruit looked over at the clearly-exhausted lieutenant, and gave him a meek, bright-eyed smile.
"G-good morning, sir!" he saluted, still smiling. Havoc trudged past him, and slumped down behind his desk. Taking one look at the small pile of papers the Colonel had left him from last night, Havoc dropped his head on his arms, now in a slump on the paperwork in front of him. Kain Fuery winced slightly at the thud, before standing up, and scampering over to his superior officer. "Sir.... I, er, brewed some coffee...." he tentatively held out the white foam cup, still smiling slightly. Havoc accepted the coffee without so much as a smile, but giving his younger subordinate a nod of thanks. After an attempt at sipping it, his face became red, as he swallowed it quickly, eyes watering. Hot, hot, hot, hot!
"Augh.... thanks, Fuery. Today has just not been my day." He managed a weak smile, before blowing on his coffee, and taking another sip.
It made Fuery rather sad to see a fellow comrade so down. Maybe there was something he could do about it?
"Hey, Lt.... you'll never guess what happened to Colonel! It was the funniest---"
"Please, Fuery. Not right now.... I'm just... not in the mood."
The sergeants spirits sank. He was determined to get his friend in a better mood.
"Sir- um, if you need help with your papers, I-i wouldn't mind.... I'm pretty much done, anyways, and there's nothing to do at the dorms."
Havoc looked up at him, and gave him a slight nod, his eyes hinting at his gratefulness to the boy. "Thank you.... Fuery."
Fuery nodded slightly, giving him a small smile, before scampering back to his own desk. He desperately wanted to make Havoc happy.... or at least put him in a better mood. There HAD to be SOMETHING that he could do to cheer him up. He, himself, always felt a tiny burst of joy every time the 2nd lieutenant walked by. Pushing out from his desk once more, he walked over to Havoc cheerfully, rocking on his toes.
"Havoc, sir.... you awake?"
THe lieutenant stared into the eyes of the happy-looking sergeant... and couldn't help but smile at the cute lil' uke in front of him.
"...barely, sir."
"Th-then.... I think that I-i might have just the thing for you...." Fuery's face reddened, as he took a few steps closer. Of course, conveniently, the other subordinates had been called into the Colonels office at this exact moment.
"Is that so?" Havoc smiled up at Fuery, pushing back his messy blond hair.
Fuery nodded, his own excitement stifling his will to talk.
"Huh. That's a relief." The black haired sergeant walked around the desk, so he was facing Havoc- so he was just a few inches away. The blue-eyed man stared up at him, raising ane eyebrow as the chipper little sergeant leaned over, just so that they were at eye level.
"...so- what did you have in mi-- MMFF----"
Both man's faces turned bright red, as Havocs sentence was intterupted by the KISS.
As the smaller male very quickly pulled away, his face red, he shuffled his feet.
"Fuery....."
He squeaked, still amazed at his own bold actions. "Y..yes, sir?"
"......I'm awake."