At long, long last: the final chapter. Sorry about the wait...
He'd made it. Escape. Freedom.
Havoc lay in the supply room panting. /Somehow/ he'd managed to get away when Ed turned his back for too long. Still, the damage had been done. He sat up, shedding glitter everywhere and trying to ignore the horrible squishy feeling in his boxers. Ugh, lime jello was the absolute last thing he needed in there. At least Ed had let him keep his boxers. His uniform was somewhere back there still, and he was currently clad in a sky-blue dress with lots of lace and ruffles.
He groaned aloud and ran his hands through his now neon-pink hair, knocking loose still more glitter. God, how much had that kid used?
He had a minor coronary when the door opened suddenly. "Fury… don't scare me like that!" He tried to hide as much of the dress as he could. It wasn't working.
Fury giggled a bit. "Don't worry, I don't think he's mad anymore. I think it was just a pride thing."
Havoc looked morosely at his baby-blue, glitter-encrusted fingernails. "What about my pride? I tell you, Hughes is far too handy with that damn camera of his." He shifted a bit and grimaced as he felt glitter trickle down his back to mingle with the lime goop. "That's it. This dress is coming /off/."
Fury blushed madly as Havoc pulled it off, glitter flying everywhere. Then the brunette's eyes widened. "Um…uh…" he stammered, pointing at Havoc's chest.
"What?" Havoc looked down. I ♥ Cain had been written on his chest in bold black marker. "What! When did that happen?"
He rubbed at it to no avail, and finally settled for slouching in the corner, knocking his head against the wall. "Shouldn't have made the bet… Shouldn't have made the bet… Shouldn't have-"
"That reminds me… I never did hear what the bet was," Fury interrupted.
Havoc looked at him. "Do you really want to know?"
"Yes, why? Was it… indecent?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Kinda depends on your definition of 'indecent'. The bet itself wasn't really…"
"Oh…" Fury was too curious. "Tell me anyway."
"Well, remember how I said the kid was drunk?"
"Yes."
"That part really wasn't my fault, I swear. Someone (coughRoycough) spiked the punch. I said something about how 'I bet the kid's dead drunk by the end of the night'…"
"You were right about that part, weren't you?" Fury smiled.
"Yeah. But Roy hasn't done his part of that one yet…I'll explain it later." The smaller man looked morbidly curious. "Anyway. Roy bet he wouldn't be. We went on a bit, bragging and such, and he said something to the effect that he was utterly irresistible to anything on two legs, and I said I bet the kid wouldn't kiss him."
Fury gaped. "And… and he /did?"
Havoc nodded. "The bastard got that annoying smirk he always gets when he knows he's right, walked over and said something, and boom. The kid practically jumps him."
Fury's jaw dropped. "And after that…?"
"After that…" Havoc's cheeks turned pink. "We, uh, thought it would be best if we gave them some privacy."
"Ah." Fury changed the subject. "So what was Roy's consequence? For losing the other bet?"
"Two words: platform heels." Havoc grinned.
"He's as suicidal as you are. Am I the only sane one in the city?"
"Aw, but insanity is fun!" the blond man protested.
"Maybe if you like lime jello in your pants," Fury pointed out.
Havoc made a face. "You think you could find me something to wear? I just need something decent so I can get home and into the shower."
"I can try…" He left, and returned in a few minutes with a spare uniform. "Do you know how long that hair dye's going to last? I overheard Roy saying he'd suspend regulations for it."
"I think Ed said… six weeks?" Havoc pulled the clean clothes on.
"Six weeks! Six weeks of pink hair?" Fury couldn't believe it.
"Hey, I got off light. Do you know what his original plan for the jello was?"
"Do I want to know?"
Havoc leaned close and whispered in his ear.
Fury looked sick. "/Lick/ it off /Breda?"
"Like I said, I got off light. Then Hughes got in, and Ed was distracted, and I ran for it."
"At least you're safe now."
"Yup. I solemnly swear to do nothing that will provoke his wrath again…for at least a week. I dub thee my conscience."
"Wait… I'm your conscience?"
"Yeah. If I do something stupid, it's your job to stop me." He grinned and moved a bit closer. Fury looked uncomfortable, but didn't move away.
"Sounds like a full-time job."
"Hey!"
They were interrupted by a nearby explosion, followed by Ed ranting about Roy and where he was going to stick the platform shoes.
The two in the closet glanced at each other. "Sounds like Roy came through on his part of the bet."
"I'm not moving this time," Havoc said. "It's too dangerous out there." He looked thoughtful for a moment. "And while everyone else is preoccupied…"
Fury squeaked when Havoc grabbed him around the waist.
"You're not moving, either."
Fin.
Much thanks to Gerbil-chan for proofreading, and to Rill for ideas about the jello! (Actually, the original suggestion called for a jello enema, but I'm not that cruel.)
And many thanks to everyone who sent in torture ideas! Heehee.
