Disclaimer: FMA is not my property in any imaginable form

Pairing: Roy x Havoc

Notes: This fic is based on the FMA manga, where Havoc was badly injured and paralysed (Chapter 38, I think). Sorry that I took so much longer than promised to update… Please do review! Thanks!

Add. Notes: Lemon alert! For those who do not want to read M x M stuff or if you are not of a suitable age, please close your eyes while reading :P

Summary: The time for Mustang to take Havoc out of the hospital and to his home has arrived. Havoc decides to ask some questions. What happens next?

Havoc's Road to Recovery - Chapter 4

Asking Questions

The two days passed swiftly, but Havoc still felt that it was two days two slow. He had grown really tired of being in the hospital, especially since the day he regained feeling in his lower limbs. He wanted to go out and walk, to see outside of the hospital's four walls. To experience normal life once again.

When the day for him to get discharged finally arrived, the Lieutenant packed his stuff early, and waited eagerly for Mustang and the doctors to complete the necessary paperwork. But there were a lot of details, and the paperwork ended up taking a lot of time. Havoc got slightly irritated by this.

The Colonel usually doesn't pay this much attention to paperwork… He thought to himself. Why is he taking so much time now?

Fortunately, the paperwork wrapped up before much longer, and Havoc was finally allowed to leave. He had wanted to walk out of the hospital, but Mustang persuaded him to use the wheelchair that he had been provided with for a little longer.

"You'll have all the time in the world to walk about when to get to my place, Havoc." The Colonel had told him. "There's no need to rush now."

So, the blond grudgingly agreed, and was wheeled out of the hospital before being transferred to the car which the Military had provided for Mustang's use.

After he had settled comfortably in the back seat, Mustang went to the driver's seat and got in.

"I remember that I used to be the one to drive you around, Mustang." Havoc told his companion as they moved off. "Now it looks like our positions have reversed."

Mustang grinned. "When you get well again Havoc, you'll get to drive me around again, so don't worry."

"No one said anything about worrying." Havoc scoffed.

Before long, the car arrived at their destination.

As Havoc got out of the car, Mustang went over to aid him. Step by slow step, the he made it nearly to the front door before his legs gave way and he had to have support from the Colonel.

"You can be my walking stick for the next few weeks that I'm here." The blond Lieutenant joked as Mustang unlocked the front door.

"I'd rather be a helpful friend than an inanimate object." Mustang remarked, grinning.

After they entered, Havoc, who had never had the opportunity to visit the Colonel's relatively new home, immediately glanced around as the man went back out to help his friend unload his bags from the car.

Mustang's home, while much larger than Havoc's own apartment, was modestly furnished. Yet it was also not too plain and simple.

"I'd have thought that your home would look fancier than this." Havoc remarked when Mustang re-entered the house.

"I prefer things this way." Mustang shrugged. "Let's get you settled in then."

As Havoc had not brought many things from the hospital, settling in was little more than Mustang showing him his room, and him unpacking his stuff. It took a relatively short period of time, and before long, they were sitting in the living room, drinking coffee.

"You know something, sir," Havoc spoke up, "You haven't told me why you're being so nice to me all this time while I was disabled. Many other people gave up on me, yet you never did. Why?"

"You are under my command," Mustang replied, "Your well being is my responsibility. I did what-"

"You did way more than that."

"Then it was probably because I'm your friend." The raven-haired man went on, but he sounded subdued, and he was no longer looking at the blond Lieutenant. "I did not want to lose any more friends."

"No one wants to lose friends this way, Mustang." Havoc said. "But it was more than that too, wasn't it?"

"Wha-"

Mustang turned back to face his friend, surprise evident in his expression; But that expression was only seen for a split second. Mustang shut his mouth, and his usual composed look came back.

"I don't know what you are talking about, Lieutenant."

"Don't try to evade the issue, Mustang." Havoc countered. "You know well enough what I'm talking about. Just tell me the truth."

Mustang lost his calm look, his eyes thoughtful. But he did not reply.

"Co-"

What Havoc was about to say to the other man would never be known, as Mustang finally decided on his answer to the other's query at that moment – he kissed him.

Havoc, who was not quite expecting such a reaction to his question, just sat in shock as he was kissed. He only snapped back to his senses when Mustang broke off the kiss, looking concerned at his stunned expression and the lack of response.

"Havoc?"

"So you do like me." Havoc finally said, and a wide grin appeared on his face. "Sure took you long enough to do something about it."

Then he leaned forward, and kissed the other man in return.

"Actually, I've already done something for you," Mustang said after they broke off their kiss.

"Hmm?"

"I sucked you off in the hospital, remember?"

Havoc blushed.

"That's something that I'm not going to forget for a long time." He told his companion. "But I had thought that you were just being nice as a friend. Too nice, actually, now that I think of it."

"Well, I'm hoping that we can have more than just friendship between us." Mustang said, his voice tinged with a hint of longing.

"Let's get to work on that then." Havoc replied, his grin widening, and he resumed kissing the man.

The kissing lasted a long while, and hands soon started to roam.

"Horny already, eh?" Mustang remarked when his hand brushed across Havoc's crotch and felt the hard-on that lay hidden beneath the material.

"I'm not the only one, am I?" Havoc grinned as he replied, giving Mustang's crotch a teasing squeeze.

After a few more minutes of groping, Mustang stilled his hands.

"Let's go to my bedroom."

Havoc nodded, and got up slowly. He then walked, albeit slowly and with some support from his friend, to the bedroom.

"It feels great to be walking again." He said.

"I think you'll be feeling great for the rest of the day." Mustang smirked, as they sat down once more.

Havoc responded by kissing him, and their clothes stared flying in random directions soon after.

Once they were naked, Mustang paused, looking at his Lieutenant's body appreciatively.

"You've got a great body."

Havoc snorted. "I'll probably have a better body if I hadn't stopped working out for the past two months while I was in hospital."

"It's still great nevertheless, especially this part," as Mustang spoke, he took hold of Havoc's hard shaft in his hands and began stroking gently.

The blond moaned at the contact, his hips bucking a little, wanting more.

Mustang smiled at this. "There's no need to hurry, Havoc."

"Come on, Mustang, you don't know how much I've missed feeling this." He complained, reaching over and stroking Mustang's own hard-on.

"Don't worry about that." Mustang told him as he shifted his position, "I just want you to enjoy all of it."

Havoc groaned as Mustang moved slowly downwards, his mouth moving around Havoc's chest, linking at the man's sensitive spots. He closed his eyes, relishing the sensations that coursed through his body.

Then he gasped, and his eyes flew open, as Mustang's mouth found his throbbing cock.

"Oh…"

The other man grinned at his expression, and then got down to the sucking earnestly.

Havoc groaned again, his hands grasping the dark hair tightly and his hips thrusting. His breathing grew shallower, and more rapid. The blond knew that he would not last long – he had just not felt such emotions and passion for far too long.

Mustang could feel Havoc's orgasm approach as well, the cock in his mouth stiffening further and the flow of pre-cum increasing.

Within moments, Havoc jerked, thrusting deep into Mustang's mouth, and came, shooting copious amounts of cum. Mustang tried to swallow it all, but the volume overwhelmed him, and some dribbled out of his mouth.

Only when Havoc's orgasm end did Mustang release the cock from his mouth.

"T…that w…was gr…great," Havoc panted.

"Glad you liked it." Mustang grinned, wiping off cum from his mouth with his hand. Then he shifted back up and kissed Havoc.

The blond could taste his cum as they kissed, and he found it intriguing. Then he broke off their kiss abruptly.

"Havoc?" Mustang queried, surprised at his companion's sudden stop.

"You haven't cum yet."

"Oh, it's alright."

"No it's not," Havoc countered, "You, of all people, should know well enough about equivalent exchange, Mustang."

"It doesn't –"

Havoc cut off the other's protest by kissing the man once more, only moving away when he ran out of breath.

Looking at Mustang with a gleam in his eyes, Havoc murmured, "I want you to fuck me."

The other man's eyes widened at this. "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes."

"But-"

"I know that it'll probably hurt a little, Mustang." Havoc replied the unasked question. "But I can take it. Anyway, it's better than feeling nothing at all, as I had been, during the past two months."

Mustang still looked a little uncertain, but he nodded his head.

He let go of the other man, leaving the room for a moment to obtain lubrication.

"Cooking oil, Mustang?" Havoc commented, looking critically at the small bottle which his companion held in one hand when he returned. "Is that what you usually use when having sex?"

"Ah…" The raven-haired man looked rather sheepish at Havoc's reaction. "I kinda ran out of normal lubrication…"

"Never mind," Havoc said after thinking for a moment. "It'll do just as well."

Mustang smiled a little, and got back onto the bed. Pouring out a little of the oil onto his hand, he lubricated his fingers. Slowly, one digit at the time, he prepared Havoc.

Havoc, not used to the feeling of being penetrated, grunted a little at first, but soon got used to it and relaxed.

Several minutes later, when Mustang decided that his friend was sufficiently stretched, he withdrew his fingers and lubricated his cock.

Pausing before he took the plunge, he looked at the blond.

"Ready to go on, Havoc?"

The Lieutenant simply nodded his head.

Having obtained consent, Mustang pushed in, gently, slowly. He knew that pain was unavoidable for the initial penetration, but he took great care to minimize it for the blond.

Havoc gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, but he endured.

I can take this! He repeated to himself. I can take this!

Suddenly, Mustang stopped.

Startled, Havoc opened his eyes and glanced at his friend.

Mustang was smiling at him. "You've taken in all of me, Havoc."

Looking at where the other man entered him, he realized that it was true – he had taken Mustang all the way to the hilt.

"Well now," Havoc said, smiling a little as well. "I suppose you can continue on…"

Mustang's smiled widened, and he began thrusting in and out, slowly at first, then with a faster pace.

Havoc moaned, savoring the pleasure that he felt. His cock, which had softened after his first ejaculation, became aroused once more. Mustang, noticing this, took hold of the renewed erection and began stroking in fast, precise strokes that were in time with his thrusting.

Assaulted by the twin sensations, Havoc's breathing grew rapid, and he knew that he would not last long. His raven-haired companion sensed it too, and responded by increasing his pace even further.

Within a minute of the increase in pace, Havoc hit his peak. Grunting incoherently, he experienced his second orgasm of the day, and it was no less intense than his first, shooting his cum onto his friend.

Havoc's orgasm triggered Mustang's as well, and he thrust deep into Havoc, moaning loudly as he came.

Finished, the two men lay back on the bed. Exhausted after their mind-blowing orgasms, they could do little more than lie back on the bed, resting against each other and just enjoying the comfort of being together.

Slowly, and not quite realizing it, the two simply drifted off to sleep.

To be continued...

Notes: Writing is becoming an extremely difficult task due to various work issues and other stuff. So please be understanding if I take a bit longer to update… I'm trying my best. Please do review (nicely!) to give me a boost in my efforts of writing. Suggestions are welcome!

Add. Notes: I'm woefully inexperienced at writing lemons, so do forgive me if that part is not of a wonderful standard.

Add. Add. Notes: A really big thank you to those who have reviewed this story!