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.
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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;
Let the RoyxHavoc continue!
No.6 Ghost Story
It was another late night at headquarters for Colonel Roy Mustang. With a glance away from his papers, he noticed that despite having sent home his staff hours earlier, Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc was, as almost could be expected these days, still scratching at paperwork of his own. Roy smiled a bit, and returned to The Most Boring Thing Ever AKA Signing Too Many Papers.
The scritching of pens against paper was the only noise for quite some time, only interrupted once by the flick of a lighter for a brief moment. All was normal and utterly boring, that is, until the rumbling of thunder and a flash of lightning shattered the silence. And then the power just had to go out right then, leaving both men stranded in the dark apart from the meager glowing tip of Havoc's cigarette.
"...Suppose we won't be getting anymore work done tonight, hm?" Ah, leave it to Mustang to exploit such a thing as an excuse to get away from work. Typical of him, really.
The initial response was the tip of the burning to stick to glow a few shades brighter as it shrank back a bit. There was a pause, then a pleasant sigh as the glowing spot moved and a smirk spread across the shadowed contours of Havoc's face. "Yes... They really can't expect us to work when we can't even see it..." There rarely ever needed to be more than the briefest of hints for Jean to play right along into something, if it involved getting out of work. It was hard to see, but Jean had gone to cupping his chin, nodding affirmatively. "We could end up signing the wrong things, there would be chaos, and people would have to clean up after it. Certainly don't want that... Much better if we just leave it here for now..."
There was a creak from the chair as Havoc stood and stretched out his limbs. There was another rumble of thunder, the night sky outside turning shades darker than it had been before. Amazingly enough, the inevitable sheets of rain had yet to come beating against the windows, leaving the office eerily quite, save the thunder and the movements the two males were making.
Roy stood, stretching as well, as he followed the tiny glow of Havoc's cigarette slowly, knowing full well he could've snapped once and they would have light to see by. This little blind venture, however, ended up with Roy tripping over a chair and tumbling rather inelegantly to the floor with a curse muffled into the carpet.
Rubbing his head, Mustang finally just snapped his fingers, a tiny flame sparking to life over index, middle, and thumb. By his own light, he pulled Jean over to the couch to sit, snuffing the smoldering cigarette after releasing his own flame to dissipate. Thrown in to complete darkness save the occasional bolt of lightning from the window, Roy thought of a rather impish scheme.
Ghosting kisses along the unmistakable line of Havoc's jaw, Roy set the bait. "Strange that the backup generators haven't come on yet, isn't it..."
Havoc fell for the bait wonderfully, even if he did so unknowingly. The light intimate touches felt entirely different when he couldn't see the person touching him, involuntarily sending shivers down his spine. "Yeah..." Jean answered a bit belatedly, raising his eyes to look at where the lights would have been. Except he couldn't see them. So he glanced in the direction that Roy's voice had come from. Except he really couldn't see Roy either.
"It's almost kind of creepy..."
Arms draped heavily around Havoc's neck, and Roy's breath was hot against his throat. "Maybe those rumors really are true..." The darker man grinned, but it couldn't be seen nor could it be heard in his voice.
"Ehhh?" That was about the only response Havoc could get out at the moment, promptly distracted by the warm tingling Roy's breath was leaving on his skin. Havoc's hands found the other man's arms, following them down to rest at Roy's shoulder, assuring himself of where the smaller man was.
It was silent for a moment, and then Havoc spoke up again, more confused than anything else at this point. "...What rumors…?"
"Oh? You haven't heard? They say it was a night just like this when Fawkes mysteriously vanished..." Roy purred lightly, fingertips ghosting down Jean's spine. "Rumor has it he was double crossed and devoured by his own chimerical experiments, but they never found any evidence of foul play..."
Roy shifted his head, trailing the tip of his tongue up to the base of Havoc's ear as a flash of lightning lit up their silhouettes in an eerie bluish light, not unlike the light of certain alchemical reactions. "Supposedly on nights like this Fawkes wanders the halls, drawn to other alchemists... Some claim they've seen him appear out of nowhere, said the room grew suddenly cold, the air thin and hard to breathe... Still others say they've seen the glint of a chimera's eyes in the shadows, a dark shape fleeing from a flash of lightning, heard the beasts wail and cry to each other, growling laughter at the man they're hunting..."
"You're full of shit," Havoc retorted, frowning. He knew Roy didn't believe that kind of crap in the slightest, so why would he go and spout the information like that. He furrowed his eyebrows in a moment of thought as his head tilted on its own, exposing more of the vulnerable skin of his throat to Roy.
Of course, Jean had to choose that moment to glance at the windows. That moment had to be the one where the shadows flickered wildly under the sudden shock of light from the lightning, with the rain finally settling in and pattering against the windows in sheets. That was the moment when Roy's words were sinking into Havoc's head, and his imagination began to wander as a shadow jumped like a shocked kitten. A large one. With glinting eyes and a chimera's voice.
Jean would deny ever making a 'meep' sound when Roy nipped his neck.
"Nn..." Roy pulled Jean closer, running his fingers through his hair. "Did you hear that?"
The soothing touch helped to settle the sudden uneasiness that had taken hold of Jean, though the blonde was much more wary as he looked at Roy, not quite ready to start spazzing yet. "Hear what?" His tone was a bit on the defensive side, but Havoc didn't realize that his grip on the Colonel's shoulders had slipped into a tight hold on Roy's uniform, refusing to let go.
"It was probably just the wind..." The invisible smirk was still on Roy's lips as he fell back on the couch, pulling Jean with him. "You're not scared, are you?" There was a hint of amusement in his voice.
Havoc bristled, scowling down at Roy. "Of course not!" He exclaimed, hiding his face from the amusement in Roy's voice. Never mind the fact that he had just buried his face in the crook of Roy's neck, or now just had the urge to lay there just like they were, even if it meant listening to more of the attempts at ghostly rumors... Even though Havoc was glancing at the ceiling to make sure nothing was busting through the plaster.
Roy lightly kissed the top of Jean's head, rubbing his back soothingly. "Of course not…"
Score another one for Mustang.
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