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. FF dot net plus links equals hate.
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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;
This chapter contains sexual implications. More specifically it implies that sex happened. But it's really not that bad, I'm just warning because I said I would. n.n;
Have fun. And let the RoyxHavoc continue!
No.4 Dog
It had been seven years ago, almost eight now, and Roy still smiled sadly to himself every time he reminisced on that day. That was the day that he stumbled across Jean Havoc.
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The Fuhrer had dispatched the State Alchemists to end the conflict in Ishbal. They had arrived at base camp late one morning, each donning their own small red stone. It wouldn't have mattered if they'd had the stones or not, though, really. The Ishbalites wouldn't have stood a chance either way.
Major Roy Mustang had never killed another human before that day, and it showed. Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc had watched the men go out, seen the spark of life and the wavering apprehension in those dark eyes. It was an all too familiar scene when they returned, many of them simply hollowed out shells of their former selves.
Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc watched the men come back in, but he hadn't expected the sight of dark eyes rimmed with a messy fringe of black hair, empty eyes, the tight line of that man's mouth, to really get to him like it did. And he hadn't expected those eyes to look in his direction as though searching for some kind of judgment, or maybe it was a silent plea for death, did the man really expect equivalent trade in war? Jean Havoc hadn't expected to meet that gaze with a knowing look of his own, hadn't meant to grin a bit ruefully and wave the man over, hadn't meant to get close.
He hadn't meant to, but he had.
And he'd found somebody he would follow to the ends of the earth in that man. He'd found a master, a commander, a friend, a companion, a lover. "I'll follow you anywhere, Major," he'd said, and he meant it with all his heart.
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He could still smell the burning flesh, still hear their screams, see their faces distorted in fear, pain, hatred. There was no blood coating his hands, but he could see it there, staining his white gloves as frighteningly crimson as the eyes that haunted his vision. But there wasn't any blood. It wasn't there because he didn't have to touch them to kill them, didn't have a thing to show for it save the look in his eyes. A look that was akin to that of a frightened animal, stupid and reckless, ready to jump at the first sign of danger, skittish and terrified.
He could hear them whispering about it behind his back, too. They'd called him the military's dog, some even likened him to a bedraggled stray stumbling blindly into the path of an oncoming car. He ignored them, though.
And then he'd found himself in the company of an unruly scruff of a mutt by the name of Jean Havoc. The man looked every bit the military's dog, from the messy blonde hair and casual grin all the way to the relaxed posture he sat with and the frivolous attitude he took about himself. If Mustang had been asked to liken the man to a breed, he'd have answered 'yellow lab' without a second thought.
Though despite the common references to 'dogs of the military,' Jean would always insist that Roy was more of a cat, and because of it Roy would purr huskily and shoot back that 'cats aren't supposed to be friends with dogs, Jean,' which would then result in a playful scuffle that always ended in bed and with both men blissfully relaxed, falling asleep in each others' arms. It was a wonder to Roy how they managed never getting caught.
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And here they were again, almost eight years later, though now the sheets were silk, the bed a real bed, not some makeshift bunk in a barracks. Now the Major was a Colonel and the Second Lieutenant was officially his subordinate, rather than just another soldier in the middle of a war.
Roy sighed softly against the tanned neck that stretched before him, arms momentarily tightening their grip around the lean torso. His brain was pleasantly muddled with the aftershocks of recent orgasm, and the sheets against his heated skin sent shivers down his spine as he huddled closer to the naked, similarly limp body of his lover, breathing in the musky scent of sex.
Jean's fingers trailed lazily through the black hair tickling his chin, settled into a complete ease. A protective arm was curled around the smaller form's shoulders, holding the warm body close to his and humming softly at the heat against his skin. If being a dog of the military taught him anything besides the rough and dirty facts of life, it had taught him that he was a secret lapdog. It was these tender moments that he loved best, simply being able hold the fiery alchemist against him and revel in the warmth of all of it.
He lowered his head, nuzzling his cheek in Roy's hair. He pressed a kiss on Roy's forehead, smiling lightly through it. Havoc didn't mind being a lapdog at all.
The dark-haired man smiled, nipping affectionately at Jean's throat and settling down to sleep. He thought about the past several years again, how despite Havoc's constant insistence that he resembled a panther on the prowl, he'd become the alpha that barked orders to his own pack. Hawkeye, Breda, Falman, Fury, Havoc, even Hughes was a part of it. Hell, even the Elric brothers, after all, he'd taken them into his care like two stray pups.
But then again, Roy thought, perhaps he wasn't a dog at all, rather the master who was viewed as the leader in a household much like an alpha male would be in the wild. It was these thoughts that lingered with him as he drifted off to sleep, safe, warm, and content in the arms of the man who fitted so perfectly the part of friend, companion, guardian, loyal follower, and, of course, lapdog.
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Guu-sama - Glad you liked them! There really isn't enough RoyxHavoc love in the English fandom is there?
Darkest Aphelion - I'm honored to be the first one you've read, even moreso that you liked my writing! n.n It's hard to find HavocxRoy fanfiction in English, believe me, I've looked and found very little, which really did surprise me, even if the most prominent yaoi pairings in the FMA fandom are RoyxEd and Elricest...
So? Have I scared you people off yet? No? Good! Please review, I like cookies…and catnip…give the kitty some treats for her efforts?
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