Alright, here we go! 15 RoyxHavoc titles/themes, and I decided to make them into an ongoing story. Depending on how much I can write for any given title/theme, each chapter will contain most likely anywhere from one to five of the themes, separated in sections. I got these themes from the LJ community fma yaoi. Fanfiction dot net plus links equals hate.
Titles translated by zinthos. I don't own FMA. Need I repeat that this story(stories) is(are) ROYxHAVOC. Meaning shounen-ai. Meaning yaoi. Meaning boy love. Meaning FLAMING GAY. Meaning male homosexuals, and interactions between said male homosexuals, ranging from hugs, to kisses, to sex. If a chapter contains more explicit material, I'll put a note of that in the pretext of that chapter, so if you don't want to read it, you can just skip it, and still read the rest of what I've written. n.n;
Let the RoyxHavoc continue!
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No.2 Stature
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Today was just like any other day, really. Colonel Roy Mustang walked through the doors late, didn't flinch when the bullet screamed past his ear almost too close for comfort, of course--Mustang didn't flinch--and proceeded to be loaded down with paperwork from the woman whose gun had fired the aforementioned bullet, calmly retreating to his office to get none of it done until the last minute. And of course he complained about never having enough time to get it done.
Today was like any other day, after all. So it was no surprise to find the Colonel working late after the rest of his staff had been dismissed for the evening.
Except there was one other lingering soul outside of the office, blonde spikes waving as he tilted his head from side to side. There was a triumphant puff of smoke as Havoc tossed his last packet of papers in the tray, his cigarette hanging loosely in his hand. "You're nearly as bad as the Colonel," Hawkeye had told him once, looking at a stack of paperwork that Havoc had yet to start on. "And smoking still isn't allowed, Lieutenant. You know that."
Havoc glanced at the cigarette in his hand and shrugged. He would probably get hell in the morning for the scent in the room, but that would make tomorrow as ordinary day as today. The tall male stood from his chair, stretching his back some as he shuffled over to the closed door of Mustang's office. His knuckles made a quiet rapping against the door only once as Havoc felt a moment's hesitation in his voice. "Colonel?"
Thank god for a distraction! Roy stood from his chair, maneuvering around his desk to lean back against the front of it, pouring himself a glass of water. "Come in," he answered, slowly sipping from the glass in his hand, dark eyes focused on the door.
The door creaked a bit as it opened, Havoc's head poking in before the rest of his body followed. His stature had stiffened automatically upon entering the room, unlike a much shorter blonde that Havoc had often seen flamboyantly burst his way in on more than one occasion. Havoc's lighter eyes fell on Mustang, lingering a little before he gave the Colonel a polite nod. "Everyone else has left for the night, sir," He told him.
"Aah...as I thought you would have too by now..." Mustang had already rid himself of the uniform jacket, as well as opening up the top few buttons of his dress shirt underneath. It wasn't really hot...just...muggy... A steady grin curled the corners of his mouth, "Not that I mind the company or anything..." he added after a pause.
A smirk crossed Havoc's face around the white stick in his mouth. "I just wanted to let you know before I took off too, but..." Havoc trailed off a bit, eyes lingering on exposed skin of Roy's neck maybe a moment too long. The blue eyes shifted as Jean resisted the urge to pull on his collar uncomfortably, as the mugginess was making itself known to him. Yes, the mugginess. That was it.
It was also proving to be effective at making Havoc forget what it was he was going to say next. Damn.
The look on Mustang's face could really be described as nothing short of predatory, as he offered the glass of water in Havoc's direction. "Thirsty? You look like you could use a drink..."
Jean eyed the glass, caution fleeing as something else nipped at its heels. He pulled the cigarette away from his mouth as he took a step and reached. Havoc's fingers brushed steadily against Roy's as he wrapped them around the glass. "A drink would be great…"
Dark eyes gazed unwavering into light blue, and Roy made no move to release the glass, letting the silence linger until something would disturb it.
Havoc seemed content with rubbing his thumb in slow circles over the gloved digits, taking another step towards Roy. His grip tightened lightly on hand and glass, drawing Roy's arm up as Havoc dipped slightly to take a slow sip out of the glass. "You make things difficult," he said lightly as he moved Mustang's arm back down, eyes glittering slightly.
Roy hummed lightly, licking his lips slowly. "You would pin me as an imposter if I didn't, though..." he purred, grin back and dark eyes half hidden behind almost feminine lashes.
Havoc smiled, letting his hand slip away from the glass to trace the seams of Roy's glove. "I don't think I'd be able to tolerate the differences. He might get your work done on time…"
"We couldn't have that now, could we..." Roy transferred the glass to his other hand, setting it back on the desk before curling his free arm around Havoc's shoulders. He slowly backed the other man towards the couch, breath ghosting over Havoc's ear. "Hawkeye might actually start to like that version..."
He made a soft noise at the warmth at his earlobe, letting the dark haired man maneuver him without complaint. "...Ahh... I'd be the only target then…" He said with an amused tone, flicking the since burned out cigarette into the trashcan with a practiced ease. His hand found its way to Roy's hair, fingers running through the short black locks. "I don't think that one would tolerate me very well either…"
Roy lifted his head, lips brushing only against Havoc's lower jaw. Sometimes being the shorter was irritating...he could see why Ed took such offense to it now. "Then I suppose it's a good thing that it's just me..." One strong arm forced Havoc to lean over slightly, pulling him so that their lips met finally.
His lips curved into the kiss, still amused. "Very good thing..." Havoc whispered against Roy's mouth, sliding the tip of his tongue of the other man's lower lip. His legs hit the edge of the couch and Havoc promptly sat down, hands holding onto Roy's shirt and pulling him down with him.
Roy chuckled as the tug sent him toppling down. He rolled then, lying on his back to pull Havoc along with him, on top of him, resuming the kiss as soon as their positions allowed it.
It was warm and wet, Jean leaning in closer as their lips brushed and parted against each other, exploring one another's mouth. Havoc's hand toyed with the buttons of Roy's dress shirt, drawing his mouth away from Roy's to sweep hot kisses along the pale neck that was open to him, mumbling a few incoherent things against his skin.
Roy sighed, catching a rather blurred view of tawny hair. He couldn't help but chuckle lightly at the way the taller male was sometimes the slightest bit awkward in these situations. Unlike Ed, however, Roy had absolutely no problem with being shorter than many of the people he knew. "You know...you're going to end up straining your neck one of these days, Jean..."
He lifted his head to look at Roy, amusement brightening his features. "Well," Jean started, lightly brushing Roy's bangs across his forehead. "It looks like that might be worth it, from this viewpoint." He pulled his hand away, idly rubbing the back of his neck as he sat up a bit and grinned. "As long as you don't go turning into Edward on me, can't say I would complain."
Roy huffed lightly, dragging Havoc back down by the shirt. "At least what I lack in height I more than make up for in skill..." He leaned up, engaging Jean in a slow, sensual kiss.
Fuck the height rule...
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I like fire, but I don't like flames. Any flames will be deflected back at you by Roy. n.n; Constructive criticism is your friend and mine.