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Trust
The morning sun shed its light onto the bedroom and it's lone occupant. Kain Fuery blinked his eyes open. He stretched his arms and turned over to the other side of the bed. But he was alone. Now, he shouldn't be surprised as he lived alone but on this particular morning he was expecting to see someone in the bed with him. He sat up and looked around the room. Only his clothes were on the floor, no one else's.
He pulled his legs into his body and buried his head in his knees as he felt the tears coming. "I should have known this would happen…"
He'd been told countless times, by several different people, that he was too kind, too trusting, and too innocent. They told him it wouldn't be long until someone used his trustworthiness against him. In hindsight, he should have listened to them. But it was too late now.
Last night, he had gone out drinking with Colonel Mustang and the rest of the team. He was sitting alone until Lieutenant Havoc sat down next to him. He complained about how he never seemed to have any luck with women. He then slammed his fist on the table and announced that he was done with women and decided to switch the men. A few drinks later, he asked Fuery if he could walk home with him (he claimed that he was too drunk to walk home alone). Once they reached Fuery's home, Havoc surprised him by kissing him right on the lips. Fuery, who had a crush on him, returned the kiss.
"I was lying," Havoc said had said, in a seductive voice. "What I said before, was just my way of trying to hit on you. I want YOU."
One thing led to another and before he knew it they were having sex.
He still couldn't believe what had happened. He tried to think back to the previous night. He had told Havoc he was a virgin, right? Hadn't he said that? He remembered Havoc being gentle with him, but he couldn't remember if it was because he'd told him it was his first time. And had Havoc said anything about "wanting to be in a relationship"? Anything about "love"? He didn't even know anymore. He couldn't remember the words that were exchanged. He could only remember the feelings of pleasure.
Oh and what pleasure it was.
It had been wonderful. Havoc's hands running all over his body, his legs rubbing against his own, his lips kissing him. He had kissed him everywhere: his lips, his neck, his chest, his thighs, and...his face turned red at the thought. And he was very gentle with him, gentle, patient and tender. Once he knew he was ready for more, he gave him everything he asked for. Fuery, of course, did what Havoc asked as well, being the giving sort of person he was.
It was better then he'd ever imagined. But all that didn't matter anymore.
The tears were streaming down his face. Fuery felt like kicking himself. He'd trusted him. He never thought Havoc would do something like this; he always seemed like a kind person. He'd thought he might have had actual feelings for him. He thought he'd wanted to have a relationship with him. Now, it seemed that all Havoc wanted was a one-night stand. Just sex. That was all he had wanted. Just sex! He'd used him for his own pleasure. Fuery had given away his purity to someone who didn't love him.
'How could he do this to me?!' Fuery bit his lower lip. 'Did I do something wrong? No, even if I did, he wouldn't leave me after what happened between us. And yet he did…'
He laid back down. 'What do I do now? How can I face him at work? I don't know what to do anymore!'
Just then, the bedroom door opened. He quickly turned to look.
Havoc was standing there, fully clothed. He smiled.
"You're awake, good!" He said. "I tried making breakfast, I think I failed epically. I could bring it in here if you want."
He then froze and practically ran over to the bed.
"Oh man, are you crying? What's wrong?" He put his hand on Fuery's cheek, turning his head to look up at him.
Fuery was speechless. He could only look at him with wide eyes.
"I pushed you to do it, didn't I?" Havoc looked very concerned. "I forced you into having sex with me. I forced you, on your first time too. You regret it don't you? Oh gosh, what have I done?" Havoc looked down. "Or was it that I was too rough with you? Are you in pain? I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
"N…no, it isn't that," He lifted himself up to look Havoc in the eyes. "When I woke up you weren't here, and your clothes were gone too, so…I thought you left."
"You thought I left?!" Now Havoc was the shocked one. "God no! There's no way I'd just leave after what happened last night! I was your first, right? I've never had a one-night stand and I would never do that to someone I really, really cared about. I meant it when I said I loved you."
"So you did say that." Fuery started crying again, this time, tears of happiness. "Sorry but, I can't really remember the words we said to each other."
Havoc half smiled. "Don't worry, I don't remember much of the words exchanged either. But I do remember you saying you loved me. Is that right?"
"Yes!" He wrapped his arms around him in a hug. "I love you too! So much!"
Havoc smiled wide and returned the hug. "I'm so glad."
Fuery looked at him. "I don't regret it. I mean, we did move kinda fast, but, as long as I know that you feel the same way, I don't regret it."
"I don't regret it either. The tension of unsaid feelings caused us to act a little impulsive, so now I want to take things a little slower. "
Fuery smiled. "I'd like that." He shuffled close to him. "So, how about that epically failed attempt at breakfast?"
Havoc smiled. "I'll bring it in here and we can have breakfast in bed together." He walked out of the room.
Fuery smiled. Maybe he was too kid, too trusting, and too innocent, but he was also careful. He knew when to trust someone and when to be cautious. He had been right about havoc all along. He still felt like kicking himself…for doubting himself.
Havoc walked in with a tray. On it was what appeared to be (burnt) French toast and (soggy) scrambled eggs. He then looked at Fuery up and down and grinned mischievously. He started unbuttoning his shirt. "You're undressed and I'm clothed, that's not fair."
Fuery blushed. He had a feeling that after breakfast he'd be reliving last night's events…not that that was a bad thing. As long as he'd was with someone who loved him just as much as he did, it wasn't bad at all.
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