Title:
Increase
Blue, Chapter 2 Waxed
Author/Artist:
emi-chan
Pairing/Characters:
Roy Mustang / Jean Havok
Rating:
PG-13
Warning(s):
Yaoi; boy man
love
Disclaimer:
FMA doesn't belong to me, and never will, sadly. TT
Summary/Notes:
This
idea had been rotting in my brain for… almost a month/ a while,
before I requested the pairing but after I looked at the themes list.
It was supposed to be completely unrelated to Increase Blue, but…
it said no. Yes, I know, it talked to me. Because I have super skills
like that. Anyway, it's a little… ahead of the times… unless
they had… well, read and you'll see!
FFNET NOTE: I'm sooo
sorry it took so long to get this up… I finally got up off my lazy
but and finished the chapter, but the ffnet wouldn't let me log in!
So… it's late… but it's here!
After the work day had ended, Jean Havok was walking through the building, looking to see if anyone was actually still at the office this late on a Friday night. And of course they weren't. They all had families, lovers, people to go home to. Or dates to meet at some fancy restaurant with candles and maybe an orchestra in the background. Havok laughed aloud at the thought. He ambled through the corridors, watching as some janitor strode from light switch to light switch, winking out those glowing little motes.
He glanced ahead at the atrium, spotting one of those contraptions they used to wax and buff the floors. A sly grin appeared on his face, an idea forming in the back of his mind. No one was in sight, the light man gone, and the building in general was mostly devoid of people.
'Why not?' he muttered.
Taking a quick glance around to double check there were no witnesses for what he was about to attempt, Jean approached the machine. He climbed on the back of it and looked for the 'On' button.
The Lieutenant was about to go for a ride.
With a yawn, the lights in the office snapped off and the dark haired man pulled a heavy jacket on. Glancing out the window, he saw it was already dark and heard the patter of rain against the glass. He sighed roughly, pulling his gloves into his pocket.
He walked down the hall, making his way quietly through the deserted building until that sable head of his spun around, quickly zeroing in on the source of the noise. The atrium wasn't far ahead, and he walked faster, somewhat eager to find the cause of the commotion.
And he wasn't to be disappointed.
There, on the back of a floor buffer, was his Lieutenant Havok, riding the thing as if it were a dogsled. Mustang stood there, disbelievingly, until the other man let out a loud and uncharacteristically boisterous laugh. Then he simply shook his head, face buried in his hands.
As Jean rounded the corner, he caught sight of the Colonel with his head cradled in his arms. He let out a shocked yelp and hastily clicked the machine off. Roy looked up at the sudden lack of sound, Havok slowly inching towards the door, looking furtive and slightly embarrassed.
"Stop!"
The blonde flinched at the command from the ranking officer. Laboriously he turned to face the man.
"Yes sir?" he drawled, feigning nonchalance.
"What in the world were you doing?"
"I was ... going for a ride."
Dark, elegantly shaped eyebrows disappeared up into the Colonel's hair. "On that?"
Havok swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded.
The Colonel regarded him for a moment, head slowly tilting to the side. "Mind me asking why?"
He looked all around the room, glancing out the window. It was raining. He listened closely, immersing himself in the sound, until Mustang cleared his throat again. Jean's attention snapped back to the pale face, the dark eyes, and he stuttered slightly as he responded. "I-it was there, and no one was out here, and I was all alone, so I thought," the blonde head leaned to the right and his hands spread, "why not?"
"Maybe because you could break it?" Roy scoffed. "Think a little harder, Lieutenant, and the answer will come to you. Now, this needs to be put back. Just—" he pushed at the machine… "—tell—" …shoving it harder… "—me—" …put his back into it now… "—where—" …feet firmly on the tiled floors… "—it—" …a sheen of sweat starting to gleam on his brow…. "—goes—."
Mustang was about to throw his weight into it when his subordinate put a hand on his arm lightly. "You're not getting anywhere that way. Why don't you try—" The hand slid up to the other's gloved one, gently moving it to hover over the On/Off switch. "—this. I think it'll work much better." His lips curved into a smirk, like those the dark haired man – whose hand he was still holding – usually wore. Blue eyes twinkled with the knowledge that he held a slight upper hand.
The other snatched his hand away, a blush creeping into his cheeks as he thought of the last time they had been this close. Even closer than this, really. Looking up to meet the Lieutenant's eyes, Roy saw the same memories reflected in those piercing blue orbs.
And everything else fell away. Drowning in identical dreams, they drew closer together, each absorbed in the other, until their lips touched lightly. Havok pushed forward gently, pressing himself completely against his commanding officer.
Roy recoiled slightly from the closeness, and Jean was about to sigh in frustration, until the dark haired man slowly maneuvered his body around in order to face the slightly taller man. Lips, still pressed together, parted and tongue darted out to test the waters. A hand moved to pull the blond head farther down, urging him nearer.
Suddenly, the scuff of a broom interrupted their— well. Through hazy, half-open eyes Havok caught sight of the light man from earlier. He looked at the other man, his superior, and decided. Tugging on his companion's hand, and pulling the umbrella out of his pocket, the blonde spoke.
"Time for us to go. Your place or mine?" He questioned the smaller man, who was still dazed.
"Mine," he mumbled, blushing at his sudden decision and its possible… implications.
Holding hands, they stepped out into the rain together, the umbrella pulled overhead just in time. The blue black night swallowed them as the pair made their way to Roy's apartment.
Closing notes: I'm sorry. It took longer than it should have to get this out in the first place, and even then it wasn't supposed to be related to IB... Buuuuut that's the way they wanted to go, so… yeah. Plus, the computer with internet… died ish. So I couldn't go online and put this up right away. --; But it's out! Maybe a little OOC, and it could be longer… but it's there And now I'll stop talking…but why do my ficcies always go so fast? I look back and I'm like "That took me that long to do??" -mumbles-
