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.3 Rainy Day

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Roy grumbled slightly to himself, pulling his coat more tightly around his shoulders as he walked. "Why the fuck didn't I just requisition a car..." It was pouring rain, and the lack of a sure defense while walking in plain sight down Central Avenue, even if it was just to his house, was starting to make Mustang edgy.

It wasn't as if he didn't enjoy thunderstorms, quite the contrary, the raw electricity surging in the air during such storms was exhilarating to him, it was just that he was uneasy. And it didn't help that it was cold as hell, either.

Cold enough to send chills all the way down the spine to the toes. Havoc crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned against a brick wall of the building he had taken refuge next to, the wide window-ledge above him being his savior. The rain had caught him in the middle of his walk back home, properly getting most of the Lieutenant drenched before he could find cover from the rainfall. The thick, blue wool uniform had been beneficial at first, but now the water was just soaking in and making Havoc fill the chill even more. Jean didn't mind the rain. It was the god damned cold that needed to get itself away from him.

Havoc had been giving the blackened clouds dirty looks when he caught sight of his C.O. out in the rain, quirking a blonde brow. Curiosity and formalities got the better of him, and Havoc eased himself away from the wall a bit. "Colonel Mustang."

Roy nearly jumped at Havoc's voice before recognizing it and heaving a sigh. "Caught you too?" The Colonel edged up under the ledge as well, uselessly chafing the sopping wet arms of his uniform with equally wet gloved hands.

Havoc nodded, small drops of water falling from his bangs and others falling on his cheeks to run along his cheekbones and neck, and down inside his uniform. One more point to the rain. "Yeah," Havoc said lightly, tucking his hands in his pockets... only to pull them back out and cross his arms over his chest again because his pockets were damp. Just like his arms were damp. And Roy's hands. And his cigarettes. Jean sighed, shutting his eyes and stating something obvious. "Would be nice if it would stop for a bit…"

"Nn..." Roy nodded as well. "You know...my house isn't far...walk with me?"

Havoc's eyes blinked open to glance at Roy, thinking about it. He shrugged, nodding again. "Of course."

With a short nod, Mustang left the shelter of the overhang, walking once more in the direction of his house.

The Lieutenant mournfully stepped back into the rain, feeling it pattering on his head and shoulders as he took quick steps after Mustang to walk next to him, at ease at knowing that they were on their way to another dry (and hopefully warmer) location.

Roy walked in silence the entire way, fumbling with his keys when they finally reached the front door.

The sound of the keys was lost to the dull thudding of the rain, and Havoc turned up his face to examine Roy's house for a moment. Blue eyes blinked at Roy as the shorter male opened the door, a moment of realization lighting his eyes, though the rain was chasing the thought away. He'd never actually been inside of Roy's home before.

Once inside Roy was shedding his coat to the side along with the keys. Gloves followed soon after and then the uniform jacket hit the pile as well. He pulled off his boots before trodding barefoot into the kitchen to heat some water and grab a couple of towels for them to dry off a bit with.

Havoc followed Roy's example, pulling off his boots and then peeling off the uniform jacket because he couldn't stand it anymore, setting the articles off to one side. He glanced at the direction Mustang had wandered off in, peering around the rest of the room inquisitively before wandering towards the kitchen.

Roy tossed a towel in Havoc's direction before peeling off the white dress shirt that clung to his skin and dropping it in a small wet heap on the floor. He paused for a moment, before the heavy uniform pants followed, towel slung over his head while he carried the discarded pieces of clothing to join the others by the door.

Somewhere between the kitchen and the front door Mustang had apparently shed his boxers as well, returning to the kitchen with just the towel wrapped around his waist.

A smirk crossed Havoc's face at the sight of Roy, his own towel in mid-rub on his head. It was moving again in a moment as Jean rubbed it over his hair, trying to get it as dry as he could. The end result was a more unruly version of the blonde spikes he normally sported. The towel settled on bare shoulders after the task was done, Havoc's shirt sitting on his foot for the moment, though he still had his pants on.

Jean's eyes lingered on Roy's towel before rising up to his face, a mischievous glitter in the lighter eyes. "Strip near your front windows often, Roy?"

"In case you didn't notice, Jean, there are shades on the windows..." Roy let his eyes travel along Jean's bare chest for a moment. "Sorry to disappoint you...I'm sure you were looking forward to staking out in my front yard for a nice show every so often..." He grinned, brushing a few particularly messy locks of blonde out of Jean's face. "I'll be upstairs, the tea should be done soon, pour yourself a cup if you'd like," Mustang turned to head upstairs, wet hair still dripping down his back.

Havoc chuckled, stepping up behind Roy before he could get very far, using his towel to rub Roy's back and neck gently, drying them. "If you get sick, I won't be able to see anything," Jean murmured against the back of Roy's ear, the image of an overly-concerned friend ruined with the sweetly impish grin he was wearing.

Roy grinned lightly himself. "Alright, alright..." He started walking again, pausing at the kitchen door. "Upstairs. Bedroom," was the last thing out of his mouth before he slipped around the corner.

Instead of immediately tailing after him, Havoc opted to get a cup of the tea that Roy had offered to him before. The beverage was warm against cool hands, causing a trail of tiny goose bumps to run down Havoc's arms as he took a sip. He went about getting another cup of it ready to take with him for Roy, despite knowing that there was a good chance that it would go cold before it could be drunk.

Jean grinned a bit as he shuffled out of the kitchen and up the steps, taking another sip to chase some of his chills away, the fresh cup warming his other hand. Havoc paused for a moment at the top of the steps, wondering which door was the bedroom, then pressed on to peer into the open doorway ahead of him.

Roy sat on the floor next to a large sliding glass door, watching the rain cascade down in sheets with a gentle sigh.

The blonde quietly came up beside him, offering the warm cup to Roy as he sat down.

Taking the cup in his hands, Roy didn't shift his gaze from the window and the sheeting rain, though he did lean slightly against the man at his side.

A flash of lightning lit up the sky, and a look of purely raw excitement glittered in his eyes for a moment, a grin curling his lips against the rim of the cup.

The thunder followed shortly afterwards, sending low rumbles through the floor. Havoc's eyes flickered as the rain intensified for a moment, beating against everything the drops could hit. He glanced at Roy, grinning a bit at the look on his face, knowing he was enjoying the show. Havoc tilted his head so that blonde hair meshed slightly with black, looking utterly content.

They sat there in the window for some time, just watching the distant, as well as stunningly close, flashes of lightning and listening to the spray of windblown rain against glass and the low rumble of thunder. Finally, it was Roy who spoke. "I bet nobody'd believe me if I told them how much I love the rain..."

"Only because you're just scowling at it when they see you." Havoc had since shifted his position to rest his cheek against Roy's shoulder. He covered one of Roy's hands with his own, feeling touched that he was seeing something not many other people got to.

Roy sighed, twining his fingers with Jean's. "It's only because I have so many enemies that I can't enjoy it anymore...it's pathetic that just a little water can so easily disarm me of the thing I'm most feared for..." He closed his eyes, the flash of lightning still visible through his eyelids making him smile.

Jean squeezed lightly, glancing up at the smile. "That's what we're here for," He said lightly, pressing a kiss against Roy's shoulder. "Everyone has their rainy days they need someone on," Jean murmured against the cool skin, turning his eyes to the window.

"Ah..." The smaller man leaned a bit more heavily against Havoc now, relaxed. "I just miss the summer storms of home...the feel of warm, wet earth between bare toes and the laughter ringing in my ears..."

"Hmm..." Jean smiled at the images in his mind, shifting a little to better sit with the relaxing form. "...I wouldn't mind seeing it..." Havoc paused, realizing the thought had come out loud. He shrugged, tilting his head. "We had huge puddles that everyone would jump in... or get shoved into..."

Roy chuckled lightly, moving around in front of Havoc to lean back against his chest. "Everybody that knew me as a kid was shocked when they found out fire was my area of expertise...they'd always joked I'd control puddles to splash people with..."

"Don't think that would have quite the same effect," Jean said with an amused tone, slipping his arms around Roy's waist. "You wouldn't be quite the same though, without it…"

"Nn..." Roy snuggled back against Havoc's bare chest, untouched cup of tea set aside. Dark eyes were closed to the slowly ebbing storm outside, lamplight sending dancing tendrils of shadow to flicker across his pale features.

Havoc comfortably rested his head against Roy's, fingers gently traced the shadows moving across Roy's stomach. "Mmm..." It was still chilly, but it was warm to Jean. His lips brushed over the dark hair, shutting his eyes, content with the warmth inside.

A content sigh eased past Roy's lips, his full weight leaning back against Jean as he unconsciously slid his hands into Havoc's, mumbling something incoherent. Steady, slow breathing showed that he had drifted off to sleep.

Jean slipped his fingers through Roy's, listening to the slowing rain and Roy's steady breathing, feeling oddly protective of the dark haired man in his arms. He kissed Roy's hair again, settling in to join the nap, knowing he wouldn't mind getting caught in the rain again if this would be his compensation.

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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.