Yay! In a way, I am updating…ok…not really but this is a start, aint it! I had the sudden urge to start some drabbles between one of my favorite couples, and I promise to work on my other fics sometime soon too!

By chance, Jean Havoc ran out of his precious cigarettes. By chance, Roy Mustang decided he needed to eat something other than sugar cubes.

And…by chance…they both went to the same place to get their needs. As Jean walked out of the store, nicotine in tow, he noticed that not three feet away from him, walking away from where he was lighting up, was none other than Mustang himself. This caused an instant smile to form on Jean's face; he had been hoping to run into him, after all. Taking a step forward and raising a hand, Jean called out,

"Neh…Taisa!" he watched as the man stopped and turned, a dull expression on his face, until he noticed who it was and smirked. He gave him a simple nod, and that was all Jean needed as he ran over to him. "Odd running into you here, sir…" he said with a smirk. Roy chuckled,

"Indeed, Havoc…it is…" he said, watching as Jean eyed the bag in his hand. "I was feeling a bit hungry, seeing is how it's been a while since I have been able to put my pen down…"

"Another report, sir?"

"Of course…" Roy gave a frustrated sigh. Jean couldn't help but smile at him,

"So…whatcha get?" he asked, looking to the bag again. Roy raised a brow to him, suddenly suspicious of the blonde,

"Cream of Wheat…"

"You don't cook often, do you?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jean was surprised to see Roy's cheeks redden lightly. He fed into it, hoping to get more of a reaction…they weren't in the office, so he had a perfect chance to tease the Colonel.

"I dunno…but Cream of Wheat? Come on, Taisa…" Roy stared at him for a moment. He was getting back at him, he realized that now. It seemed that ever since he had gone out with that one girl, Jean had been acting strangely around him. Here he was, a Second Lieutenant teasing his Colonel about his cooking ability and getting away with it. Jean was loving every moment of it, and Roy was ready to throw a comment back at him, until Jean turned to him with an all knowing smile and said, "You don't know how to cook it right, do you? That's why you bought two boxes…" Roy stared at him, almost in disbelief.

"And I suppose you do, Havoc?"

"Of course! I love cooking…" Jean said smugly. Roy frowned,

"Is that so?" Jean nodded,

"Yup…I've gotten really good at it, actually…" he blinked when Roy suddenly smiled.

"Well…that's good to hear, Lieutenant, because I just thought up a very interesting mission for you…" he watched a wave of worry cross over Jean's features. "It's nothing huge, Havoc…now put that out and follow me…" Jean watched in confusion as Roy turned on his heal and started to walk off. After dropping his cigarette to the ground and stepping on it, he followed.

He followed him all the way to an apartment building silently, memorizing the route, just in case, and wondering just what the Colonel had planned for him. When they reached the door, it actually hit him: he was about to walking into Colonel Roy Mustang's apartment. His face reddened a bit as he walked in and looked around.

"Shoes." Came a calm voice behind him. He jumped a bit, suddenly feeling nervous. With a nod, he placed his shoes by Roy's and followed him into what seemed to be the kitchen. He watched curiously as Roy pulled out a pan, filled it with water and then put it on the stove. "There…now we wait…" Roy said, folding his arms.

"Wait for what?" Jean asked, staring at the pot. Why had the Colonel brought him here…he wasn't seriously going to make him….oh God…

"For you to show me how to do this right…" Roy said simply. Jean blinked at him, and then smiled,

"Oh…well…the water has to boil first and then…"

"Not that, Havoc…that will come later." There was something in Roy's voice that really caught Jean's attention.

"You….need help on the report?" Jean asked, feeling nervous again. Roy gave a light chuckle and stepped towards him. He was starting to worry Jean, and he decided to sit down on one of the wooden chairs that were behind him. He immediately regretted the action when the smirk on Roy's face turned into a smile. "S…sir?"

Jean's mind stopped thinking properly when he watched Roy bend down a bit and felt his lips on his neck.

"Taisa?" he tried so had not to moan or whimper, but his voice said it all, and against his neck Roy smiled yet again,

"You're actions have been a bit off around me lately, Havoc…" he said, kissing the spot again. He felt Havoc shiver, and he stood up straight again, to find a very flustered Lieutenant looking at the floor. "At first, I thought it was because I went out with that cute girl from the video store…but then it hit me today on our way here why it had upset you…" no sound came from Jean, and he took the opportunity to continue…he had to get back at him for the cooking comment anyway. "You weren't jealous of me for being with her, but rather the other way around…that's how it's always been…" he watched Jean bite his lip, "Is that true, Havoc?" he watched the other man as he remained silent. The look on his face almost made him feel guilty, but he wasn't done yet. "An answer, Jean…" whenRoy said his first name, he looked up to him, and their eyes locked against his will. "Well…?" he was beginning to sound impatient.

"Hai…" Jean finally said after another moment. He sat there, waiting…for anything. To be laughed at, turned down flat, or even kicked out of the apartment he still couldn't believe he was in. He wasn't expecting Roy to bend down again, and kiss him on the lips. The action blew his mind, but he recovered quick enough to respond before it was over, leaning into it. When they pulled away from each other, Jean was the one that was red, and to hide it, he pulled Roy closer to the chair and placed his forehead on his stomach. As Roy messed with his hair, Jean knew that he was smirking his ass off. He didn't mind though, he was still a little dazed anyway…

When Jean suddenly chuckled, Roy's large smirk disappeared,

"May I ask what is so funny?" he asked, his hand stopping short in his hair. After a moment, Jean pulled his head back and grinned up at him.

"Water."

"What…?"

"It's boiling…" Jean watched in amusement as Roy's face paled, he let out a laugh when he started cursing by the stove.

"Now what?" he asked, sounding a bit frantic. Jean stood and walked over to him, staring at the pot dully.

"It's boiling…" he said simply.

"Yes…NOW what?" Roy asked, grabbing a box of Cream of Wheat from a bag.

"There's not enough water to make some for the both of us…" Roy looked up from the box to see Jean add water to it and set it back on the stove. "In about five minutes…it will be ready to add the stuff…" he turned to see Roy smirking at him again. "Taisa?" he took a step back, only to be grabbed by Roy. He smiled shyly as Roy began to drag him out of the room.

"I have five minutes…" he said, turning to him with a grin.

Jean couldn't help grin aswell.

Yay! It's done…and it turned out to be so much longer than I had planned! Oo…sorry about that…tho I bet you don't mind, huh?

For those of you who don't know... "Taisa" means 'Colonel', and "Hai" means 'Yes'...just thought I should point that out...

All I ask…is that you…

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