Each individual chapter will have a different rating, different pairings, different spoilers, and a different setting and timeline. Multiple people were involved in writing this fic, I do not claim to have written anything other than my own characters. I do however claim to have come up with the plot, story idea, and organizing it all. The others who write characters in this fic are well aware that I am posting it, and contribute willingly. This fic is an ongoing project with an unknown number of parts, with alternate storyline as of the fifth laboratory incident. Enjoy!
Blissfully Ignorant
Rating:R (Yay. Sex.)
Pairings: HavocxRoy, implied RoyxEd and HavocxEd
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.
Spoilers: Noooooone!
Setting: Lisa Delgardie's house, Geriko.
Timeline: Roy was jealous. It makes me laugh. So then he decided he'd reclaim what he'd lost three years ago. We like smut.
Havoc slid lithely into bed, turning onto his side and pulling the sheet up around his shoulder. "Night, sir..."
"If you think I'm sleeping in that chair or risking a blow from his automail in the morning you're mistaken, Jean..." Roy purred lightly as he passed the bed and carried Edward into the other room. Not long after he was back again, gingerly taking a seat on the edge of the bed and stretching, spine finally cracking as he let out a sigh and began unbuttoning his shirt. "And if you think I'm just going to sleep, you don't know me as well as you should..."
A slit-pupiled blue-green eye glanced over at the other man, twinkling. "I never particularly said any of that, sir."
"Call me sir again and I'll have to take this as one of those 'special' sessions... and I don't think your friend upstairs would quite like her laboratory transmuted into... that..." Roy grinned, tossing the shirt aside and, realizing he'd forgotten his shoes, shrugged and turned to slide under the covers and scoot over up against Havoc. "And just what constitutes as 'too late' to her, anyway..." There was a glint in those dark eyes as he smirked, fingers already dancing across the exposed chest before him.
Blue-green eyes lidded. "Dunno," he said. "We could always ask her..."
"Not one word..." Roy warned, albeit a bit playful with the grin spread across his face as he leaned closer to lick gently at the vein in Havoc's neck.
Havoc exhaled softly, twining strong fingers through messy black hair. "Well, why not..."
Roy nipped a bit roughly at the base of Havoc's ear. "Not a word... period..."
Muscles tensed instinctively as he groaned slightly. "Or..."
Roy growled lightly at the persistence. "Just shut up already..." And of course, he didn't forget to enforce the silence by closing his mouth over Jean's lips hungrily.
Havoc went completely boneless, moaning softly into Mustang's demanding kiss. His hands drifted down the other man's body, remembering the quiet strength that he had loved before.
Roy shifted again, pulling Havoc closer as he ran the tip of his tongue lightly against the sharp pricks of canines in the other man's mouth, shivering just lightly.
Havoc ran gentle claws down Mustang's back, touching but not wounding.
Shivering again, Roy shifted his weight, causing a roll that ended up with him over Havoc as he broke the kiss, moving down along Havoc's jawline, down his neck, nipping at the junction of neck and shoulder a bit roughly.
Tracing the slightly irritated mark with his tongue, Roy nibbled again in the same place, hands running down Jean's sides and rubbing back up to his shoulders again before once more he attacked the inviting warmth of Havoc's mouth.
Breaking away from Roy's kiss, he ignored the startled and hurt look in flint-black eyes. He rolled over and snuggled up to the slightly smaller man, wedging himself between bare chest and mattress.
"M'mm... s'comfy..." He stretched sore muscles, needing more than just physical comfort. He was still upset about the fight with Edward and he couldn't get the ring of the boy's accusations out of his head.
Roy groaned slightly, swallowing hard and sighing, resigning himself to simply hold the man close for now, to ignore himself despite how fucking hard that was to do.
Fingers gently stroked through Havoc's hair, half for his own comfort too, as he forced his breathing to slow to a reasonable pace again.
Havoc somehow managed to twitch his entire frame so that Roy's fingers were gently stroking the back of his neck. A low, deep purr resonated through both their bodies.
Roy absently noted the slight twitch in his left eye as he swallowed again, a bit more alertly noted that he wished he'd slipped into some more lenient pants, and dually noted that he most likely wouldn't last much longer like this.
"Fuck, Jean, you can't expect to do that and just sit here do you!" Roy hissed after the twitching had subsided.
Havoc looked up innocently enough, and lightly tapped his closed mouth. The meaning itself was clear – he was forbidden to speak until his master said otherwise.
Then his hand slid down to unbutton the first catch of Roy's trousers.
The corner of Roy's mouth quirked slightly, and he continued to gently graze his nails along the back of Havoc's neck, shifting the slightest bit so that they were nose to nose. His grin only grew broader, eyes glittering hungrily locked with Jean's own.
Still purring, Havoc brushed his lips lightly across Roy's, more of a question than a kiss.
His hand undid the second catch.
Fingers danced down Havoc's spine lightly, rubbing a bit harder in some places. Roy tilted his head slightly and lightly nibbled at Havoc's lower lip.
Havoc's purr doubled in intensity, making his entire body vibrate. He curled closer, licking at Roy's neck with a rougher-than-normal tongue.
Roy shuddered, rough tongue sending shivers down his spine and prickling goosebumps on his bare skin as he tilted his neck habitually to bare more of it, trying, and failing, to suppress a soft moan. In the meantime, two fingers rubbed just at the base of Havoc's spine continuously.
Havoc writhed helplessly. Roy had found one of the most sensitive places on his entire body – the nerves that would have gone into a tail needed to end somewhere, and that was the where.
Soft, mewling moans forced themselves from his throat.
Roy slowed the rubbing, before moving his hand away again and kissing Havoc's neck. He moved slightly, just enough for a husky whisper to be muttered in Jean's ear. "As much as I'd love to simply watch you reduced to a writhing heap of incoherence completely at my mercy, Jean, I need you to still be at least a little aware of your surroundings for a while..."
Havoc loosely draped his arms around Roy's neck, nipping and licking pleadingly at exposed skin. He didn't really need to speak. His actions were more than enough to get his point across.
Closing his eyes, Roy moaned softly once more. "Going to let me this time?" There was short moment in which he rubbed the base of Havoc's spine again, an unspoken promise for more later on.
Havoc gasped in a sharp breath, entire body jerking against Roy's. Blue-green eyes were liquid with need and want. He nuzzled up under Roy's jaw, laying careful licks along his strong jawline.
A low chuckle hummed in Roy's throat and once again he rolled on top of Havoc, one hand gently teasing at the back of his neck as he leaned down, bringing their lips to meet. The kiss was gentle at first, but it wasn't long before desire rose and Roy deepened it with an almost bruising intensity.
Havoc easily rendered desire back for desire, hands threading through slightly damp hair, bringing his master in for a closer kiss – if that was even possible anymore. Somewhere back in his fogged brain, he could hear himself whimpering, but he could feel himself rubbing his hips up against Roy. It didn't really connect.
A low moan forced itself up out of Roy's throat as he broke the kiss, momentarily grinding his hips down against Havoc's. Tongue and teeth heatedly ran along Havoc's jaw, down the underside of that tanned neck, lightly scraping skin and licking and kissing it better and moving further down still, nipping at his collarbone, teasing down his chest.
Hands glided downwards, light touches at first and then rubbing down Havoc's sides firmly, slipping up under the elastic waistband and carressing his hips and thighs and calves as pants were pulled down inch by inch revealing more of that deliciously bronzed skin Roy had all but forgotten.
The wet heat of Roy's mouth moved back up again, breaths hot at the base of Havoc's ear, and in a deep, husky voice he muttered something there, though he was sure that the words would take a moment to decipher in the other man's pleasantly muddled brain.
"Now...tell me what you want..."
Words threaded their way through a brain made nonsensical by pleasure. "Ohgod..." Havoc didn't even bother to answer, catching Roy's mouth in a kiss that seemed to go on forever. After one or the other broke the kiss, he lay back panting, eyes showing clear sapphire under half-drawn lids.
"Anything... everything... you..."
"Nnnh..." Roy nibbled Havoc's earlobe while he ran sure fingers through tawny straw-coloured hair. Seeing Jean like this at completely at his mercy again after so long made him practically purr the next thing he said.
"Tell me what you want me to do..." Roy could probably play this game for at least an hour or two until he got the answers he was looking for.
Eyes momentarily sparked even brighter blue, then settled back into blue-green. Havoc smiled, baring sharp teeth, then lightly bit down on Roy's neck. He could feel his teeth sink in just a little before he licked away the two tiny beads of blood.
"Screw me senseless... master..."
Roy winced just slightly and groaned at the sharp teeth on his neck, shivering as the initial sensation passed. A smirk curled his lips at the words he heard, and he shifted again.
Propping himself up on one elbow to watch Jean's reaction as he trailed one hand down the centerline of the man's bare chest and lower, thumb teasing the slit as fingers curled around the shaft, just loose enough to taunt the edge of friction.
"We're getting to that...tell me what you want me to do first..." Roy couldn't help but purr as he ran the tip of his tongue up and down the vein running the length of Havoc's neck.
A sharp bark of surprise and pleasure emitted abruptly from Havoc's throat. "M'mm... this... is nice... too..."
Roy's fingers curled a bit more tightly, then he started to move his hand, gradually sliding into a teasingly slow rhythm. "Tell me..."
Havoc let his head fall to the side. "Nnnngg... no..." He still had his pride, dammit, and he wouldn't beg. And in his book, that constituted as begging.
Roy let another low chuckle rise from his throat, as he stopped his hand again, grip tightening once more, and he rubbed his thumb in the slit with more pressure than before. "Oh...?" His other hand slid down Havoc's side, pushing up under him to slowly begin rubbing at the base of his spine again.
... oh, hell.
Havoc writhed, trying to escape the torturing hands caressing him, but it was no use. Either way he moved, there was a firm touch playing with him.
His breath started hissing hard and fast between clenched teeth.
"Tell me what you want, Jean..." Roy's words were hissed in his ear, fingernails lightly grazing across tight, oversensitive skin. "M'mm...?"
"Damn... you..." he managed, his body arching uncontrollably.
Stupid pride, stupid body... dammit, Roy!
Roy hummed lightly, nipping and licking his way up and down Havoc's neck as his hands remained just as torturously busy elsewhere. "I can wait..." he purred against Havoc's throat.
I'm sure you can... bastard... Havoc tugged Roy's head up, engaging him in a fierce kiss.
Roy circled the tip with his thumb before rubbing into the slit again, giving back the kiss as fiercely as it was given to him. He pulled away for breath, but mumbled against Havoc's lips. "Your stubbornness is only costing you, Jean..."
Even though Mustang knew damn well that was a lie.
Havoc smiled an enigmatic, feline smile at that. "You... know you love it..." he purred, tongue flicking out to taste the other man's lower lip.
"Love watching you wrest with your own pride before finally I'm the one to break it..." Mustang purred, moving his hand away to rub his palm over Havoc's chest, circling a nipple and then pinching it lightly.
"You're certainly welcome to try..." he murmured, hands lightly sliding over Roy's damp neck and shoulders. "Though... I doubt you'd get very far..." He pulled him up for another kiss.
"Oh really..." Roy mumbled against Havoc's lips, lightly returning the kiss before pulling away again, head dipping just long enough to let the tip of his tongue flick across a nipple, fingers dancing light and slow along the inside of Havoc's thigh. "Looked like I was pretty close to winning just a few minutes ago..."
"Were not!" Havoc said indignantly. "You're just an old man that's lost his touch..." He guided Roy up, licking his cheek lightly. "You want to prove me wrong?"
The challenge was out and he had high hopes for Roy's temper tantrum.
"I will..." Roy willingly took the bait, nails raking lightly down Jean's hard length as he dipped his head again, massaging a nipple with lips and tongue, only to nip and tease harshly as his other hand continued to rub firmly at the base of Havoc's spine.
"Has the good Lisa Delgardie taken into consideration the possible uses of... say... catnip?" Roy purred, in a voice as sultry as he'd often used to make his lover melt completely before him.
"Mmnnrrr..." Havoc's entire body arched, calloused fingertips stroking the back of his tormenter's neck. An exquisite heat began to build, even as he whimpered and moaned at Roy's touch.
"Roy..." A harsh cry was buried in the back of his throat.
Not yet, please, not yet...
"Hhnn...?" Head dropping further, Roy scraped his teeth lightly down Havoc's chest, hot tongue tracing the contours of his muscles and the line of his hips. He paused, breath measured and hot and torturing. "Tell me..."
"... n-no..." He wasn't sure how long he would be able to keep from begging, but he would try his damnedest to keep from it until Roy finally got sick of his little game. Which would probably be a while.
Fuck...
Roy purred, lightly blowing against the tip as he slowly drug his nails down the inside of Havoc's thigh. "Tell me and I'll stop teasing..." The grin that spread across Mustang's face was entirely too obvious in his voice.
Honestly, Roy, you should know me by now... too stubborn for my own good...
A strangled sound burst out, half way between a cry and a moan, hoarse and pleading. Too many pleasurable sensations were bombarding him at one time, and he nearly lost it.
Fingertips moved again to barely graze down the length as Roy let his tongue draw lazy circles around the tip, breaths still ghosting over heated skin. He simply hummed to himself, he'd done this before, and he'd do it again. He almost always won in the end...
Now... this was something new... instead of fighting it, he just lay back languidly, enjoying the pet and caress. It wasn't quite like being petted like a kitten, but it was still faintly relaxing. Just going with it seemed to ease a lot of the tension...
Once he had discovered this... overly relaxed side of himself, he stretched his arms over his head, closed green-gold eyes, and began to purr happily.
Sometimes it was a good thing he wasn't entirely human any more. He chuckled to think of the look on Roy's face when the other man began to figure out that it wasn't quite as torturous as before.
Raising an eyebrow slightly, Roy ceased his motions, instead moving away to sprawl out lazily next to Jean, dark eyes observing but not touching.
"Giving up?" Havoc purred, his eyes still closed. "Roy Mustang, the one who never gives up, is finally admitting defeat? The world is at an end..."
He yawned cavernously, canines glinting. His mouth snapped shut with a little click and he smiled slowly. "I win."
"Whoever said I was giving up?" I'm just letting you smolder for a while... Roy smirked, dark eyes glinting slightly.
"I just did." He stretched, long body getting even longer for a brief moment, then settling back with a sigh and a groan. He cracked open a green-gold eye. "Wipe that smirk off your face. It makes me think you're going to eat me."
A hand reached out, brushing delicate fingers over Roy's bare midsection.
Roy purred lightly, smirk only growing. "Maybe I will..." Hands reached out and pulled Havoc's up to his mouth, kissing fingertips before drawing in two fingers fully, nipping lightly as the digits were carressed by his tongue. Not once did Mustang's eyes leave Havoc's.
Lids half-closed over a thin ring of green. "Is that meant to be a threat?" He was pressed up against the other man in a heartbeat, rough tongue licking over Roy's neck. "Because if it was, I might have to get you first..." he murmured.
Roy grinned again, shuddering slightly. "Nn... really now..." Although he made no move to change the current course of actions.
Havoc chuckled, nibbling behind the other man's ear and nipping his way down to the hollow of his throat. "Commendable, sir. Commendable."
His free hand slid down to completely unfasten blue wool trousers.
Roy mimicked Havoc's chuckle, nuzzling his face in the man's hair slightly and once again scratching lightly at the back of his neck. "I'm not quite sure if I should be offended or flattered, Lieutenant..."
"Oh, flattered," Havoc said easily, smiling somewhat evilly. "How can I insult you, of all people?" Gently, he tugged down the masses of blue wool. His hand dipped competently, taking the other man in hand and flicking his thumb idly over the tip. "Though... I wonder if this counts as insubordination?" he commented, licking Roy's throat again.
Shifting slightly, Roy groaned, one hand moving down to rub at the base of Havoc's spine again. "Hnn... I'd say-aah..-it would be more along the lines of-hhn...-fraternization..."
"I'd expect you'd know better than me..." Havoc murmured, leaving Roy's throat to tease something a little more fun. He looked up after an experimental lick. "After all, we know that I'm terrible at obeying my orders..."
Roy made something that sounded somewhat like a growl. "Oh? I didn't notice..." He shifted a bit, raking his fingers up the back of Havoc's neck and twining them in tawny locks. "Going to be straightforward or will you take a page out of my book this time?" By the tone of his voice it was obvious that grin was back.
He circled his tongue around the tip and briefly licked the slit. He paused, considering. "H'm. Good question, really. I could pay you back for being such a smug bastard. Then again, that really isn't my style." He nipped sensitive flesh. "Any suggestions?"
Mustang purred lightly, grinning to himself. "Would you listen to them if I did?"
Havoc sat up, tracing patterns with the curve of his claws over Roy's stomach and lower. "Just in case you didn't hear me I repeat, sir, that you are a smug bastard. You're going to have to humble yourself before I let you anywhere near me..." Oddly fluid eyes met Roy's in something of a challenge.
Roy grinned back lazily, idly rubbing the nape of Havoc's neck still. "I am aware of my level of achievement in the smug bastard area of expertise, Lieutenant... I surely don't need to be reminded of that by you, seeing as Fullmetal takes care of that every time he sees my face..."
He knew it was a childish reaction, he really did. But still, his entire body stiffened, shutters slammed down over expressive eyes, and his face went stone cold and emotionless. "Oh."
Even to himself his voice sounded tight and unhappy. He could only wonder what Roy thought.
The smug grin was gone now, and Roy gently pulled Havoc back up so he could cradle him, unspoken apology. He sighed heavily, gently stroking down Havoc's back and rubbing soothing circles to get him to relax. "I... I'm sorry... I shouldn't have mentioned..."
Havoc rested his forehead on Roy's shoulder, really wanting to cry right then, thank you very much, and get that horrible tight feeling out of his chest. "No, don't apologize. You didn't know." He laughed somewhat bitterly. "Hell, the kid was probably right... not like it matters anymore."
Roy's grip tightened, squeezing lightly before relaxing once more, still reassuring. "Don't you dare start that... Not now... Not here..."
"You mentioned it first, dammit." He sighed tightly. "How much of our fight did you hear after you managed to escape?"
"How much couldn't be heard easily?" It was a rhetorical question, really. "Jean..." Roy didn't know if he was trying to comfort Havoc, or whether it was really he who needed to be comforted...
"Dear God... every time I think I'm making progress with him, we always go back three steps because one of us does something stupid. The only way for me to get through that goddamn three-foot-thick wall he's built against me is to hurt his feelings! It's because..." he stopped short, unwilling to go any further. "I don't think he realizes how I felt when he ran away from me..."
Roy continued to stroke soothingly as he mumbled against the top of Jean's head. "He might not understand... but he's beating himself up over doing it..."
"Why should he? It's the normal reaction anyone has when they see me. It's either that or stopping and staring at the freak." The empty hopelessness was even worse than the surging anger he felt against Ed. "Why should he? It's only natural."
Mustang felt anger rising in his chest at how pitiful Jean was acting, but he forced down the urge to just slap sense into the man. "He doesn't have to have a reason, Jean... The point is that he does... he's sorry..." It took a moment to pull himself back together. "Stop rolling around in your own self pity..."
"I'm sorry sir. It's hard to be like this when no one that I care for is comfortable around me – even you, sir. You always tense up slightly when I look at you." He took a big deep breath and killed his pride. "I'm sorry I made you go through this. I'd like your forgiveness, but you don't have to."
"I have to admit it's a bit startling... but it's really no different from the first time I saw an Ishbarite's eyes, Jean... it takes a little getting used to is all..." Roy lifted Havoc's chin to bring him into a gentle, reassuring kiss.
If Havoc had been still able to cry, he would have broken down in grattitude. It made him feel... not whole exactly, that would come only when Ed finally came to grips with the world as it stood now, but much, much better.
He began to purr contently.
Hearing the purr again sent shivers down Roy's spine, and he groaned. "Jean... I trust this little episode is over now... so could we please continue?"
Havoc didn't even bother to wait for an answer. He deepened the kiss.
Roy tightened his grip once more, fingers knotted in straw-coloured hair and running down Havoc's back, one leg sliding between his thighs as he sighed into the kiss.
Havoc growled slightly as he worried at Roy's lower lip.
"C'mon, Roy..."
Pulling away from Jean's mouth, Roy shifted again so that Havoc's back was once more to the mattress. Fiery kisses ran down from jaw to neck to chest, steadily downwards, though they stopped in between to suck briefly on a nipple before continuing. Tongue dipped into the taut hollow of Jean's navel before retreating, teeth grazing down along the line of a hip.
Havoc moaned appreciatively, bound and determined to pay back the wonderful man who was currently making him feel like very happy pudding. He swallowed the remains of his pride. "Hurry – get me off..."
Roy all but purred, ceasing any delay in the matter, tongue swiftly trailing up the length, circling the head once, and, hands settled on Havoc's thighs, he swallowed him whole.
Forcing his throat to relax against the hard, throbbing pressure, he quickly settled into a fast rhythm, massaging with his tongue and lightly grazing teeth against taut skin every so often, humming low in his throat.
Havoc writhed at the pleasure of it, sincerely grateful for his pride having died such a beautiful death. Moans and whimpers filled his ears, accompanied by a distant voice begging for release.
Roy swallowed impulsively, throat contracting around Havoc momentarily before he continued, faster, the scents that filled each breath and the slightly bitter taste with the salty tinge of sweat and other things distinctly Jean only fueling his own desire more.
Havoc still had enough dignity not to do more than let out the hoarse cry that had been lurking in his throat when he came. It was a flash of sinful pleasure and a surge of heat warming a disturbingly cool body.
He lay there afterwards, feeling truly content for the first time in nearly four years.
Swallowing as much as he could and licking the rest clean, Roy moved back up next to Havoc, painfully aware of his own persistent arousal. He was sure that Jean noticed too, considering it was currently pressed firmly against his hip.
A lazy, tired smile graced Havoc's lips. "Now... what do you want?" A cool hand gently caressed the back of Roy's neck. "I'm... open... to any suggestions."
Roy reached back and took the hand away from his neck, bringing it to his mouth as he took two fingers in and sucked for a minute before pulling back just enough to talk. "Your mouth... your tongue... your breath against me and your fingers inside me..." It was less of a request, more of a demand, that's just how he was.
Havoc rolled over, planting his hands on either side of Roy's shoulder. There was a devillish glint in eyes more blue than green. "You think you can not make a single sound?" he purred teasingly. He dipped his head and placed a hot, wet, biting kiss at the hollow of Roy's throat.
Roy hummed lightly, closing his eyes. "Would you prefer I not?"
"Just shut up, and don't make a sound. Please," he added, because it was his commanding officer, which made the entire conversation just slightly bizarre.
He kissed, licked, and nipped his way down Roy's chest and stomach. Slick fingers pushed in barely, teasing. His other hand played along Roy's side. He lightly licked Roy's tip, careful of his rough tongue.
Roy hissed through his teeth at the combination of sensations, biting back a groan and swallowing his voice.
"Very good," Havoc purred. "I didn't really expect you to try..." He licked again, nipping lightly in 'punishment' when Roy's hips bucked. "Ah-ah... stay still..."
Fingers slid in further, curling, twisting and touching.
Letting out a slow breath he didn't know he'd been holding, Roy just grinned, dark eyes not quite focusing on Havoc's face. Thought you knew me better than that... you set the challenge... I'm going to rise to it... He swallowed hard again, forcing his body to relax against probing fingers.
Havoc set about his task with a high level of concentration, enjoying the game quite a bit. His tongue teased every inch of sensitive flesh. When Roy bucked violently, he knew he had hit that one particular spot...
It wasn't long before Roy's hips were rocking. Up into the wet heat of Havoc's mouth and down against skilled fingers working intently inside him. Either way he went was sending sparks of pure electric fire up his spine to explode like fireworks behind his eyelids.
Of course by that time he'd nearly forgotten about keeping quiet, though not entirely, as only the faintest of gasps and moans escaped his throat. Something told Roy he should've bit them back, but he couldn't quite think of what that reason was at the moment.
Havoc noted the little verbal transgressions, and gradually stilled his pace. "What did I tell you?" he asked after stopping completely.
Oh... Right... Roy fought back the rising urge to let out a desperate moan, stifling it in his throat as he swallowed again, nodding slowly. Sorry... slipped my mind... Now please, continue, before I have to make that an order...
A grin tugged at the corner of Havoc's mouth. Draping an arm casually across Roy's hips, he effectively pinned the older man. "Well, now... this is certainly a surprise," he drawled, before flicking his tongue against the sensitive slit. "You're losing." His fingers curled again.
Roy hissed audibly, struggling against the arm that pinned him from rocking his hips as he swallowed again, trying to slow his breathing as he jerked, still cut short by Havoc's arm.
Havoc lightly bit the inside of Roy's thigh, his sharp teeth making perfect little marks. "Keep still, otherwise I'm going to boot you out of bed..." The tone was light and mocking, but the threat was real enough. "And do I have to gag you to keep you quiet?"
His fingers kept moving even as his warm breath ghosted over Roy.
Well that's an interesting idea... Roy did, however, fight to keep control of his movements, slightly ragged breaths and the occasional hiss through clenched teeth the only sounds he made.
After satisfying himself that Roy would in fact pay attention to the little rules set down, Havoc continued. His tongue ran down the underside, just enough pressure to make Roy's brain fritz out. His fingers kept moving, and he kept up his low, steady purr.
Hands fisted in the sheets, Roy was having a hard time keeping himself from moving at the same time as he tried to keep his body relaxed, considering every time he relaxed he was overwhelmed with the urge to thrust again and nearly did, tightening up with a slight wince. But he wouldn't say a word, wouldn't say a word. Fuck...
Havoc smiled privately to himself, swallowing Roy and still purring. His fingers stroked deep inside the man and his tongue teased him.
This... will be interesting...
Sweat glistened on Roy's skin in a thin sheen, and he had to swallow every time another lustful moan rose in his throat, cutting it off. His breaths were harsh and uneven, mostly because of his internal struggle to not respond as he usually would. Normally he could control himself... Really...
Havoc swallowed impulsively, then continued purring. His free hand danced across Roy's stomach, playing off all his sensitive spots. His other hand just kept working busily, trying to unstring Roy just enough that he would make a sound...
Stomach muscles twitched under Havoc's fingers, and Roy was panting, but it wasn't enough! He'd be damned if he was going to beg, though. Roy Mustang didn't beg. Period.
Fuck! MORE dammit!
Havoc slowed to a pace that could barely be called 'movement'. The purr dropped several notes, too low to be heard, but just intense to be felt.
No shame in begging, really...
Oh, hell no...
"What the fuck are you waiting for..." Roy had tried to make it sound angry, but his mind was a bit hazy still, and he only managed a light drawl that came out slightly whiny.
Havoc lifted his head, a semi-sweet, somewhat cruel smile on his face. "Ahh..." He rubbed the side of his face against the inside of Roy's thigh, much like a housecat. "My, my. I never expected you to fail so spectacularly, Colonel..."
Roy made an attempt at a growl. "You were waiting for something though, Lieutenant..." He hissed as Havoc's fingers brushed just barely against just the right spot. "I decided I would at least give in on my terms..." Mustang reached down, fingers twining into Jean's hair. "Now hurry up."
Havoc's eyebrows lifted. "Ri-ight. Always stubborn, aren't you."
Roy jerked his hips again, giving Jean an extremely heated look. "Is this any way to repay me for getting you off so quickly when you asked for it?"
"You didn't ask. You demanded. There's a difference."
"All you asked was that I keep quiet... though I kept up my end to the best of my ability, you slowed, you stopped, I think I at least deserve an answer as to why..."
"Because you weren't keeping quiet. Honestly, Roy, your short-term memory is shot."
"Or maybe it's yours... I got quiet again but then you stopped again!" It suddenly hit Roy that he was acting rather like a small child who wasn't getting his way...
The same thought struck Havoc and he began to chuckle.
Roy pouted a bit indignantly. "You don't have to laugh about it you know..." He rocked his hips slightly, insistently. "But could you please get on with it? This is starting to become a bit of a turn off..."
"Much better..." Havoc purred, licking the tip. "You'll learn yet..." His fingers began to move again.
Roy groaned lightly. "That whole quiet thing still in effect or can I stop holding myself back?"
Havoc nipped thoughtlessly, thinking. "Oh, hell, why not? You've been a good boy so far."
That earned a huff. "So does that mean I have to shut up again?" Roy shuddered slightly.
"M'mm... What do you think" He licked again, hardly bothering to watch his tongue.
Roy groaned again, hissing through his teeth. "Fuck I don't know! You're the one who's supposed to tell me!"
Havoc chuckled at that. "Well, I guess it's settled. Feel free to make as much noise as you want. But!" he added warningly as his fingers continued, "stay put. I really don't want to have to kick you off the bed."
Roy purred at that, grinning. "Aa... enough delay then... hmm?"
"Right." He took Roy entirely into his mouth, returning to his previous pace.
Still, knowing that Lisa was upstairs, Roy kept the noise to a minimum of low, breathy moans. Sharp gasps accented each time Havoc's fingers hit just the right spot, earning an involuntary jerk of his hips.
Havoc giggled inwardly, impressed at Roy's consideration for their other housemates.
He stepped up the pace.
"Nnngghfuck Jean, harder...!" Roy would still deny that it had sounded more like a plea than an order, now and after the fact. And Jean would be the only one the wiser.
Havoc began to purr, moving both mouth and fingers faster and harder. It just wouldn't do for Roy to get pissy.
Hands fisted the sheets again, and for a moment Roy forgot where he was, moaning a bit louder than he'd meant to. His entire body quivered on the edge. So fucking close...! "Hhhn...god...!"
... speaking, Jean thought with a little grin. Well... not exactly, but hey. He pressed his tongue against Roy, his fingers making a determined little stroke right where it would do the most 'damage'.
And with that final bit of urging, Roy bit his lip, entire body tensing for a suspended moment of release before he practically melted into the mattress at his back, groaning as little flashes of white still sparked behind his eyelids, the aftereffects slowly dying down as he tried to catch his breath.
When everything was clean, Havoc loosed a cavernous yawn, curling up next to Roy. "M'mgh. Wake me up in the morning..." he mumbled, feeling ridiculously and pleasantly drowsy. He pillowed his head on an arm and immediately began drifting to sleep.
He felt warm, but an acute observer would have noticed that his body temperature had dropped several degrees.
Fighting back a yawn of his own, Roy curled up against Havoc, pulling the sheets up just past both of their waists. He brushed away a few strands of light hair, smiling and placing a gentle kiss just above Havoc's brow before settling in to sleep.
Please review, constructive criticism and questions appreciated, flames will be deflected back at you by Roy. n.n;
