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My Armor Owns Your Ashtray
Chapter Eleven: Two Pieces of a Puzzle
To the untrained eye, Havoc was a very simple man. He didn't want to be bothered with anything when he was off duty and when the sun fell, it was time to (attempt) to proliferate. And this is something Alphonse liked. Havoc was easy to please and hard to motivate, wasn't full of secrets or mysteries, and liked to spend quality time with people. He never wanted to upset anyone, though his jokes could be a little…harsh, sometimes and he never made Al feel uncomfortable. Mostly. However, Alphonse Elric had very good eyes.
Al always remembered what his mother said about finding that special someone. Of course, being that Alphonse was only three or four years old at the time, he thought he'd only ever need his big brother. And so, one of the many words of wisdom his mother passed down, was that no one was perfect and that everyone had good and bad points. The only way you could ever be perfect, complete, was when you are together with your special someone and that there would be no else, as if a person's heart was one half of a two-piece puzzle.
And that is where the problem lays. To Al, Havoc would always be perfect; perfect smile, perfect vision, height, weight, muscle tone, personality, charm, voice, health. Alright, that last one didn't belong there, but other than the slight air of tobacco hanging around him and possible black lungs, he was fine, better, even. And sitting there on the beach, pretending to read a book under the shade of an umbrella, Alphonse Elric smiled warmly as he spied on his boyfriend, who had decided to crawl out from under the ocean and onto the beach, wiping water from his face.
It wasn't Havoc specifically that was the problem, yet at the same time, he was. If his mother was right, then Alphonse decided that Havoc received the outer portion of blessings, something the women on the beach seemed to notice. It was true, though. Jean Havoc was a sexy man with his six-pack, strength, long legs, dirty blonde hair, brilliant blue eyes, the works. The only reason he could never keep a date was what happened during the approach, something that the happy little brunette running towards him would soon realize. He'd be lying if he told himself if he didn't feel just a little bit jealous. Fortunately, though he didn't get to hear what exactly Havoc had said: the girl decided to walk hurriedly away lest he start gunning her down with horrible flirting. Havoc decided that he'd take that time to start walking toward his beloved.
"So why aren't you as naked as I'd hoped you'd be?" Havoc asked, sitting down next to Al, taking the book out from his hands and placing it behind them. Al grimaced distastefully as he noticed the beads of water ruining the edge of the book's pages where Havoc's hands had been, said man grabbing a towel and drying himself off.
"I don't feel like swimming," was all he said, watching as Havoc pretended to look for something in the bag behind them and placed it between them. "It's not like you don't have unlimited viewing pleasure at home."
"Yeah, I guess," he said, Al smiling slightly as the other man's fingers intertwined with his own, safely hidden from view by the beach bag, "but that might be changing soon," he finished, gaze wandering over to the rest of the group behind them, playing volleyball.
"Maybe," Al said, following Havoc's eyes to the bunch of military men and woman. The score was three to one, Hawkeye and Ed in the lead against the Colonel and Fuery, with a very excited Black Hayate running all over the place and barking excitedly. After another serve with the Lieutenant and his brother wracking up another point, it was obvious as to why they were winning by such a lead, with Mustang trying to look as sexy as possible with every hit. "Then again, maybe not," Alphonse said, pointing at the very red, very angry Full Metal Alchemist who looked ready to transmute the bunch of girls hovering around his man into dust.
"But you never know, Al," Havoc said, "He's pretty possessive."
"He is, Havoc, but he knows that I want my space," Al responded, pecking him on the cheek. "Besides, you know how dense Ed can be."
"He is smart, though, Al."
"We could have sex right now and still be safe," Al said, before Havoc threw himself against him, pinning Al down, realizing just what exactly he'd said.
"Are you hinting at something?" Havoc whispered, nuzzling the trapped, squirming blonde's neck with the bridge of his nose, knowing full well that no one was looking.
"That's for me to know," Al said, wriggling out and away from the other man, but not without a playful peck on the lips, "and you to find out," he finished, smiling happily and tugging Havoc into a run towards Breda and Falman who had just returned with a few drinks and ice cream cones. "But first, save your ice cream before Lieutenant Breda gets to it!" he laughed.
"Aw, but come o—" he whined, then stopped and took a second to think, "Breda! Get your hands off of my dollar-fifty!" he yelled, before sprinting towards the returning two, Al in tow. After grabbing their ice cream, the two went back to their spot on the beach, speaking calmly with each other.
"See, Havoc? Dense," Al said, leaning comfortably against his boyfriend and taking a lick of the one cone they shared.
"Alright, alright, I'm wrong," Havoc said, "but everything will be okay, right?" he wondered aloud, resting his head on Al's.
"Yeah, everything will be okay," Al said, looking down at their fingers locked together. Like two pieces of a puzzle, eh, mom?
Right, so this had a bazillion edits I had to put in because I sent it to my friend who recently was rocketed out of her relationship (and by recently, I mean five-minutes-ago). Not only did it make her feel warm and fuzzy on the inside, she also did not fail to notice the many many errors in this thing. Like tenses...so here it is again.
