Gun Smoke
Chapter One: Discovery
She had known; she had known all along. Something in her gut told her what Mustang and Havoc were up to, but she never believed it. That was until she saw the picture buried amongst the paperwork on the Colonel's desk.
"Lieutenant? What are you doing at my desk?" Came Roy's apathetic yet commanding voice.
"Nothing, sir," she quickly made a neat little pile over the picture, "Just organizing your desk a bit."
"Thank you, Lieutenant."
"You're welcome, sir."
"Now, if I'm not mistaken, you're shift is up, Hawkeye."
"Yes it is. I was just leaving."
Roy sat down at his desk. "Then I'll see you tomorrow."
"Right, sir."
"Oh, and Hawkeye?"
She stopped in the doorway and turned around. Did he know? "Sir?"
"If you pass by Lieutenant Havoc, tell him to meet me in here."
"Yes sir." And, with a quiet breath of relief, Hawkeye left her Colonel's office in search of Havoc.
"You wanted to see me chief?" Havoc was leaning against the door frame, cigarette dangling from his mouth.
"Close the door and lock it," Roy commanded.
Jean did as he was told while smirking. He had an idea of what was to come. So, he walked over to Roy's desk, slowly, giving the Colonel enough time to walk around the desk.
He crossed his arms. "Do you know why you're here, Lieutenant?"
Havoc took his cigarette out, reached around Roy, and placed it in the ash tray sitting on the desk. "I've got a hunch."
"And?"
"And I'm hoping that my hunch is right."
Roy cupped the younger man's chin, bringing his face closer. "Am I getting it right?"
"So far chief," He took Roy's hand off his chin and laced their fingers together while gently pushing Mustang onto the desk.
"This is a first, Havoc. I thought I was in charge," A smirk played a crossed his face.
"You've gotta let me have some fun once and awhile," He gently kissed his lover.
"Not unless I order you, Jean."
Havoc cringed a little. He did not like his first name. "That would be abusing your power."
"Looks like I've hit a nerve, Jean," Roy flipped him over, straddling. "I'm in charge. Remember that." Then, he started to take off his subordinate's jacket skillfully with one hand while the other rubbed Havoc's thigh.
Havoc sat up as well as he could as he slipped his jacket off. Then, he wrapped his arms around Roy's neck, passionately kissing his lover as he felt cold hands run up and down his chest. He stopped kissing Roy long enough so he could take of his shirt giving Mustang better access to the skin underneath.
Just as Roy had slipped his tongue down Havoc's throat and was undoing his own shirt, there came a knock on the door. "Colonel Mustang, it's the Fuhrer. I wanted to discuss something with you,"
"Shit," Roy hissed as Havoc devoured his neck. "Damn it Jean. Get off!"
"Bu—"
"Sh-h," he placed his finger on Havoc's lips. "You heard who's behind the door as well as I did. Quick, get behind my desk," Roy reluctantly slid off his lover's lap. "Take your clothes with you."
Roy walked to the door thinking, The good thing about loving a guy is that you don't have to worry about lipstick. Slowly, he unlocked the door and opened it. He saluted Fuhrer Bradley who saluted back.
"What did you want to discuss with me, Sir?" Roy asked.
"Well first is why is your door locked?"
"I was doing paperwork and didn't want to be disturbed. Surely you understand."
"Indeed I do," Bradley paused, collecting his thoughts. "There have been some rumors going around lately. They've been about you, Colonel."
Shit. "And what are those?"
"That you and Lieutenant Hawkeye have been secretly dating."
"Well, those rumors are nothing more than rumors. Hawkeye and I have a strictly professional relationship."
"That's what I thought," He smiled his innocent, child-like smile. "I'll be seeing you then."
"Right, sir," Roy closed the door as the Fuhrer walked off. After counting to five slowly, he locked the door. Sighing, he turned back towards his desk and was instantly smothered in a kiss. Havoc's hands unbuttoned Roy's shirt and slid it off, the garment gracefully falling to the floor. Then, he gently started to kiss the newly exposed skin, leaving Roy's mouth free to speak.
"Jean," he said softly, "do you think we should be doing this?"
The kisses continued. Either Havoc didn't hear or was ignoring what was said.
"Jean," he said softly again.
"Yes?"
"Do you think we should be doing this?"
Silence.
"If we got caught, it'd ruin my chance of ever becoming Fuhrer."
More silence.
"Jean, answer me."
"Roy, I love you and I'd never let your dream die," Havoc looked deeply into Roy's dark eyes.
Roy took a deep breath. "That's why I think we should . . . take a break from each other."
Silence, again. Roy didn't like doing this to his subordinate, his friend, his lover. It was too painful for he knew how much Jean loved him.
Before Roy could say anything else, Havoc was picking up his clothes and putting them back on, still completely silent. He walked back to Roy and cupped his face, looking into his eyes again. Then, he lightly kissed the older man, unlocked the door, and walked out of Roy's life.