Warning: Alrighty. I think we all know that this is Shonen-ai. Which means kissing of the homosexual nature. I have warned you, and I would appreciate it if you wouldn't just march in here and flame without so much as a 'by your leave.'
Pairing: The pairing is Jean Havoc/Roy Mustang.
Disclaimer: Do you see this happening? No? Then you already know, don't you?
Jean sighed, leaning against the wall and taking a pull on his cigarette. His shoulders hunched, relaxing, the nicotine permeating his system, calming his nerves.
"Lieutenant!"
Havoc's back snapped ramrod straight, his boots making a rubbery click as he pulled his legs together quickly. He saluted rigidly.
"Yes, sir, Colonel, sir?" Havoc barked. Mustang chuckled lightly, waving one gloved hand. "At ease soldier." Havoc smiled gratefully and leaned back against the wall, puffing on the cigarette kept in his mouth only by years of practice.
"Jeez, chief, you don't need to scare me like that." Havoc said, leaning his head back against the wall.
Roy chortled, moving to stand beside his subordinate. "Serves you right. Better me finding you like this rather than Lieutenant Hawkeye."
"Yeesh, Boss," Havoc paused, taking in another draw on his rapidly dissipating cigarette. "I don't even want to think about it."
Roy laughed lightly and pushed off the wall, his ignition gloves making a rough sound as he slid them into his pockets.
Jean jumped as the smooth feel of soft fingers for once not covered in grainy cloth made contact with his chin and cheek. His head was tilted down to look at the shorter man, ashes ghosting from the tip of his forgotten addiction.
Jean's eyes focused on his superior's face and he reached a hand up, pulling the cigarette from his lips and snuffing it against the wall behind him. The hand on his cheek slid to the back of his neck, and the fingers that were placed so gingerly on his chin traveled to press against his chest.
Roy pulled him down further and touched their lips together lightly. Jean smirked when his hands found their customary place on his Colonel's waist and urged their bodies closer. The hand on his chest clenched around the fabric of his military blazer as jean's tongue dove past sweet lips.
Mellow hands were forgone as strong arms wrapped around Roy's waist, dexterous fingers working the muscles of his back. Roy groaned lightly and wedged Jean further between himself and the wall. He felt Havoc chuckled deeply, felt a tongue float through his mouth once more before the taller man pulled away.
"You're gonna get us in trouble, Roy," Jean breathed.
Roy grinned.
Doesn't Roy just make the cutest little uke?
ATTENTION EVERYONE! THIS FANFICTION WAS NOT STOLEN! IT RECENTLY RESIDED IN MY PARTNER ACCOUNT, WHICH CAN BE IDENTIFIED AS Who-Made-Who!! IF YOU VISIT THAT BIO, YOU WILL SEE AND EXPLANATION AND A CLEAR LINK TO MY BIO! PLEASE, FOR THE SAKE OF SIMPLICITY, DO NOT REPORT ME; I HAVE DONE NOTHING WRONG!