AN: Yeah, I just kinda had this urge to write a drabble, oddly enough for me. I'm not typically a drabble fan, but I think having two computer classes a day might give me too much time to do stuff. And yes, don't worry, I'll get to working on my chapter fics once I get inspiration for them.
He didn't even see it coming, Havoc thought proudly. Of course, why wouldn't he be proud? He had a helpless tied up Colonel on his bed waiting just for him.
Said Colonel was currently glaring at him behind the gag. His wrists to the headboard tied him to the bed; naked of course, lying on his stomach with his ankles tied to the end of the bed, leaving him spread open, much to the Second Lieutenant's delight. He leered at the body happily, moving towards the nightstand to stub out his cigarette. Leaning down so that he was face to face with the Colonel, he let out a smirk and nibbled lightly on an ear.
Roy growled, muffled by the gag and arched oddly against Jean. Jean raised a brow slightly, moving to tug down the gag, "Something you want to say, Roy?".
Mustang growled again, straining against the bounds, "Havoc, so help me… when I get out of these, I will not hesitate to fry your ass."
Havoc only grinned wider, "Wouldn't expect any less." He moved out of Roy's view and the rustling of a bag could be heard before something slightly cold and oddly textured touched his butt. He strained to look behind him but his arms were blocking his view. "Havoc…" he growled out slowly, a warning tone in his voice.
The first smack made him start badly even though it didn't hurt at all. He strained to turn around again but a large hand came firmly down on the back on his head, pushing it into the pillow gently. Another hand grabbed his hip and forced him into a kneeling position. Mustang took note on how much slack was on he ropes now. This was short lived however as pillows were shoved under him and then the ropes were retightened.
This time the smack came harder and lower on his thighs. Roy bit the pillow in an effort to keep quiet. Havoc, undiscouraged, kept spanking him with, from what Roy could tell, a leather paddle, and he made sure that every stroke was harder than the last. Roy couldn't stop the small whimper he made at the 6th stroke. Jean laughed slightly, kneeling over his lover's prone body. He kissed Roy's shoulder gently; hand disappearing between a thigh and the sheets. Roy moaned loudly as the unseen hand started to obscene thing to him.
"Second Lieutenant"Havoc used his other hand to tilt Mustangs head back, kissing him forcefully. Roy's dark eyes were wanton with lust. Havoc groaned slightly, moving to bite at his neck and shoulder.
"Havoc."
Roy groaned beneath him and he moved his kisses and bites lower down his body, smiling at the way the Colonel purred beneath him. Jean's head disappeared between his thighs then and-
"JEAN!"The Second Lieutenant snapped out of his daydream and looked around the room startled. Turning to his left his sight was blocked by a large blue form. Roy rolled his eyes at his subordinate and his right hand twitched. Jean jerked slightly, cigarette falling from his lips.
Roy's eye twitched slightly, "Would you kindly stop dropping your ashes all over the table and documents?"
Jean smiled nervously and sweeped the mess into the garbage next to the table and proceeded to stub out his cigarette.
Roy walked way and Jean sighed almost regretfully. Oh well, he smiled, there's always later.