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!


Love and let Love
Rating:
R (Language, nearsmut...yay..)
Pairings: Do I need to keep saying this over and over?
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA. Don't sue meeeee!
Spoilers: Hell if I know anymore :D
Setting: Fuhrer's office, Havoc's apartment.
Timeline: Day after the previous section.
Roy glanced over at Ed, then to Havoc on the opposite couch. That damn Bradley sure was taking his sweet time making them wait in this ungodly huge office. Just the size of this place made him uncomfortable. Sure, he was aiming for this to be his office, but still. It reeked of Bradley, and he hated being here.

Edward ran his fingers through his ponytail again, for the umpteenth time this afternoon. He couldn't quite remember the last time he was in here, even though it shouldn't have been that long ago. He assumed it was due to his prior instability. With a yawn, he watched Roy fidget for a moment, hearing a fly buzzing somewhere nearby. "What's taking him so long anyway? Inconsiderate je-mmnff!" he was cut off by Roy's hand covering his mouth, in response to which he just glared.

Bradley blew into the office, scaring the skirt off his secretary and making Mustang jump. It was a tiny twitch but it was there, and he savored it. He spared a brief nod and smile to the rather sulky-looking chimera, then seated himself behind his desk. "Thank you for coming, gentlemen."

Roy nodded, not really looking at Bradley. "If you want our help so badly, you should tell your friends to lay off.." He really wasn't in the mood for this, yesterday was just a genuine Bad Day.

Bradley steepled his fingers. "What happened yesterday was done entirely without my knowledge. Rest assured that I have taken... sufficient measures for punishment."

Edward grumbled to himself. Yesterday had been hell. What's more, Roy wouldn't say a word other than that 'they have Al' and that 'he'll be alright'. It sort of pissed him off.

"Not only that, but what happened to Havoc and to myself prior as well..." Roy responded, still not looking at the man, but to Jean instead.

The chimera blinked and frowned at Mustang. What had gotten him so... distant? Roy hadn't even eaten anything last night before locking himself in the bedroom and refusing to come out.

"I can't help it that my colleagues are complete and utter prats," Bradley said diplomatically.

Roy averted his gaze again, training it on the space between himself and Havoc. "That aside, let's get down to business then.."

Bradley noticed the somewhat strained interplay between the trio. Ah... then Mustang had apparantly let Lust's little... mugging get to him and had not told the other two. It would be interesting to see how it played out. "Of course. What is it that you know about these chimerae?"

"All I know is that the one named Fawkes is most likely the son of one of our previous alchemists. What we've gathered is that this alchemist, formerly known as Paul Delgardie, most likely created these seven abominations in a project funded by the military, known as Predator. Certainly you know all of this already, am I wrong?" Roy finally looked to Bradley, eye narrowed.

Ed huffed. "Just tell us what to do already, old man! The longer we wait, the more likely it is we're all going to be killed! Because of you people, Roy and I nearly were killed!"

Bradley considered Mustang's information."Paul Delgardie? A relation to the rather charming little fox chimera Lisa?" Under the inane babble, though, his mind was working at top speed, trying to dredge up information about the Predator project. This just got more and more interesting.

"HEY! Are you even listening to me! You damn b-mmnf!" Ed tried to bite Roy's hand this time, but failed, glaring once again.

Bradley smiled pleasantly as Havoc sank down into his seat, the chimera's cheeks faintly pink. "I am listening to you, Fullmetal."

Ignoring Ed's constant nipping, Roy kept his hand over the boy's mouth and continued. "Yes, her uncle to be precise. We know that the viper was put under my command for nearly three years, and that during that time she assassinated several people, including the late Colonel Stanson and the late Brigadier General Hughes.." Mustang hesitated, the ranks sounded foreign to his ears, felt heavy on his tongue.

"H'm. A fine alchemist, Lisa is. And talented too, though a little abusive if one is bothering a patient of hers –" At Ed's outraged squeal and Havoc's embarrassed coughing fit, Bradley pulled himself together. "The Predator project predates the Ishvar war, Mustang. I'm not quite sure who initiated it, but the funding has been made public through the budget reports." He smiled ruefully. "Well, only semi-public. It was tacked onto 'Medical Research.'"

"All records of Predator have conveniently disappeared, any research left behind when Delgardie fled was destroyed, along with the facilities. It's been covered up, it's just coincidence I happened to have known about it."

Roy ran the fingers of his free hand through his hair. "Other than that, there isn't much else to be known, other than that Fawkes is out to kill us all, and you're next on his list, apparently, as he told me before turning me into a cyclops." Strangely enough, there was a bit of bitter amusement in his voice.

"There is absolutely nothing wrong with that," Bradley said mildly, tapping his own patch thoughtfully. "H'm. It would be no great loss to the world in general if I was destroyed, but I'm arrogant enough to want to be able to pick an opponent worthy enough of me and to be able to do things my way." He leaned back. "How did you even manage to find out so much about Predator?"

"It's pieced together from death records, Fawkes' dropped information, and degrading newspaper clippings from the Central Archives, along with common sense and luck. I really don't know how we've managed, but I do believe that it's not so much we've managed to figure it out, moreso that we've be allowed to figure it out." Confident that Edward would stay quiet now for a while, Roy removed his hand, wiping it on his pants. "Most of it is thanks to Hughes, though, and his ungodly habit of collecting information of any and all kinds."

"There was also some information at Lisa's place if you had taken your head out of the clouds long enough to look through it," Havoc said in a low voice, still slightly embarrassed.

Roy did his best to act nonplussed at that. "Either way.."

"Then apparently you know more than I do," Bradley commented. "Do you have any idea how to assault these maniacs?"

"We haven't the faintest clue." Roy admitted, quite flatly.

Havoc shrugged, sitting up a little straighter in his chair. "My guess is just go to wherever their hide out is and go in and kill them. We don't really have any other choice, unless someone else can come up with one." The flat, weary resignation in his voice was familiar to anyone that had survived the Ishvar war.

"That's smart, walk straight into an unknown territory, against unknown foes, and kick their asses. Let's just hand them the gun while we're at it!" Ed slumped back against the back of the couch.

Roy sighed, shaking his head. "He has a point, it's not exactly a very good plan if we expect to get out of this alive..."

"They already have guns," Havoc said absently.

"Jean, you're not helping..." Roy muttered, eyes downcast once more. Really though, they knew it had to be done, but in all actuality, could it really be done?

"Face it," Havoc said. "We don't have an icicle's chance in hell. Never really did. There is no 'good' plan and no 'bad' plan. The only plan we have is to kill them. If you want to nitpick about it, go ahead. But if you really think long and hard about it, we've been screwed from the beginning; we've been set up perfectly."

Roy continued to focus on the ground. "Then when do we leave..."

"I'll give you five days," Bradley said quickly, heading off the coming explosion – a cranky and irate Havoc plus an indifferent and angsting Mustang equaled Very Bad News. "I recommend that you use the next two days to relax and... h'm... level? with one another, then report back here for outfitting and official orders." He stood. "Dismissed, gentlemen."

Roy nodded, getting to his feet without another word. There really were no words, it was as if the next five days could possibly be the last, and it was a heavy atmosphere that really didn't allow for words. There wasn't anything that was going to change it, all they could do was prepare.

Havoc followed quietly, nudging Ed along. He had quite a good rant stored up for the grumpy Roy; though, maybe the man would volunteer information without the emotional thumbscrews.

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Flopping down on the couch, Ed yawned. "So now what?" It was obvious he was far more energetic at the moment than the other two were.

Havoc glared at Mustang, his energy slowly seeping back. "Now I ask why the hell Mustang is trying his hardest to ignore us."

Roy lifted his head, glancing between the two somewhat irritated looking blonds. "...What?"

Havoc's eyebrow gave a first-rate twitch. "Roy, you didn't eat anything last night and you barricaded yourself into my bedroom. Since we met you on the way back from the hotel, you've been avoiding us like the plague. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

The dark-haired man turned his head. "It's nothing important, don't worry about it.."

Ed rolled his eyes. "We've both known you too long for that kind of bullshit, Roy. We're not idiots you know.."

"So kindly do us the favor of actually trusting us enough to tell us what's wrong." Havoc's eyes narrowed. "If you can't trust us with this, then you're going to be absolutely worthless in combat."

"It's not a matter of trust, Jean. It's a matter of I don't want to fucking talk about it, okay?" Roy slid into the same chair he'd slept in two nights before, eyes on the ceiling.

Ed had a sneaking suspicion this had to do with those damn homunculi. He didn't know why he felt that way, but for some reason, he did. Maybe it was because he knew the air of humiliation they left a person wallowing in, just maybe.

"That's not a good answer, Mustang." Havoc loomed over the seated man. "This is worrying me, Roy. You're pretending that nothing happened when we both damn well know that you're traumatized from something. And I want to know what!"

Roy looked up at Havoc, hand on the side of his neck. When he moved it there, he hadn't noticed, must have been some subconscious action. "I don't want to talk about it.. I want to forget about it.."

Havoc was hurt more by the show of reluctance than he'd care to admit. "I've never hid anything from you before," he said quietly.

Mentally debating whether or not he should join in, Edward watched from the couch, not really knowing what to say or do. There were things he'd never told Havoc, too, but that was probably because he told Roy first...

"I don't know what to say about it... It's something I'd rather not relive, not even verbally... It's not that I'm hiding it from you.." Roy paused for a moment, sighing softly. "It's that I'm hiding it from myself.."

Havoc's jaw clenched and his eyes radiated disapproval. He turned on his heel and abruptly headed for the kitchen.

"What the hell do you expect me to say!" Roy buried his face in his hands, frustrated with the way things were going, but mostly with himself. "Don't just walk away..."

"Was it Envy?" Ed finally spoke up, golden eyes focused on Roy. "It was one of them, wasn't it?"

There was a rattling of tins and a muffled curse. "Fair's fair, Mustang. Tell. Now."

"Envy took Alphonse... By characteristics, I'd say the other was Lust... If you really care to know, Jean, she tried to molest me, are you happy with that?"

"A little bit better. At least you told me." Havoc poked his head through the doorway. "See, that wasn't so hard." He was still ticked, yes, but at least he wasn't ticked at Roy.

Edward's gaze was sympathetic, the humiliation was there alright, though he'd never actually heard of Lust living up to her name, it seemed more as Envy doing her share of the sinning. Now that it was out, he really didn't know what to say about it..

Running his fingers through his hair, Roy stood up, headed for the bedroom again. "Harder than you think..."

Havoc came out of the kitchen, intercepting the morose brunette with a hand on the man's chest. "Roy, we do care. We've all had our run-ins with various homunculi. You shouldn't let this get to you so badly." His blue eyes were worried. "Just... what... no, relax, all right?"

"Relax? That's definitely easier said than done in this situation..." One dark eye met Havoc's. "Any ideas on how I might go about doing such a thing?"

Somehow, Ed had managed to fall asleep while thinking, sprawled out on the couch. He'd been up all night the night before, so it really wasn't all too unreasonable.

Havoc sighed, defeated. "Fine. Go on, then. Sulk. You're not even going to try to listen to me this time around, so it's a wasted effort."

Roy frowned. "Don't give me that look, you and Edward are all I've got..." He reached up, brushing a few strands of hair out of Havoc's face. "Besides, you look like a wet cat that way..."

"I know." He gave a tiny smile. "I know."

Roy rested his head briefly against Havoc's chest, then looked up again. "Will you help me forget again? Like last time?" Dark gaze almost pleading, questioning. "We've got two days, let's just get lost in them..."

Smile turned slightly bitter, Havoc wrapped his arms around Roy. "It would be my honor, sir."

Somehow managing to wriggle free, Roy dragged Havoc through the bedroom door. Slipping out of his shoes, he crawled up on the bed to sit, arms outstretched for Jean to come. "Not that I mind you calling me sir, but I'd feel better if you'd just call me by my name, Jean..."

This time his smile was genuine, warm and loving. He slid next to Roy, letting the smaller man's arms wrap around his neck, and nuzzled the scar he had left on him. "Of course, Roy."

------

Havoc yawned and stretched, quietly letting himself out of the bedroom. Roy was peacefully asleep (finally!), even though the man had clung like a goddamn limpet. He hiked up his pyjama pants up and plopped down into an armchair. Damn. He felt old.

Stirring slightly, the lump on the couch (formerly known as Edward Elric), rolled over, mumbling in his sleep. "No... Al... you can't make the kitty dance... mnn..."

Havoc stared at the lump, a slow grin spreading over his face. Then he burst out laughing.

Grimacing, Ed grudgingly opened one eye. "What the hell is wrong with you! I was trying to sleep!"

"With dreams of dancing kitties in your head," Havoc replied, trying to control/muffle his snickers. "Really Ed, if you're going to sleep, don't say stupid things while you're doing it."

The nineteen-year-old just sat up, staring blankly. "Huh?" The words made some sense, but not too much at the moment.

"You were talking in your sleep," Havoc clarifed, finally calming down enough to be coherent. "Something having to do with making a kitty dance."

Ed blinked, then shook his head. "Anyway, I'm up now, and it's your fault. What'cha gonna do about it?"

Havoc shrugged. "Just sit here for the moment. I'm not feeling too ambitious right now."

Pulling one of the couch pillows into his lap and hugging it to his chest, Ed frowned. "Why so?"

Havoc gave him a Look, coupled with a faint groan as he shifted and something popped. "You aren't nearly old enough to be told."

Edward simply pouted. "What did I tell you about those old comments?" Not that it really mattered, but he tried.

"You'd better be kidding, or so help me..."

"Oh come on, I'm just trying to lighten the mood, give me a break here!" Ed proceeded to throw the pillow at Jean.

Havoc met the pillow halfway and tackled the smaller blond. "I'm sure you were. You just want to see me in a collar."

Ed chuckled a bit, squirming. "Sure, maybe that would be a nice perk, but honest I was just trying to lighten the mood. Looks like it worked.."

Havoc considered that. "'A nice perk?' I'm offended, gopher-boy. You should apologize."

"Oh come on, get over it." Ed poked Havoc's nose.

Havoc made a face and began to tickle Ed. "Because you say so?"

Ed wriggled beneath the taller man, trying to get away. "HEY! That's not fair! QUIT THAT!"

"Nope." Havoc continued to tickle the boy, enjoying himself greatly.

Fighting back giggles, and failing miserably, Ed continued to squirm. "Comeon!" He curled up trying to squish Havoc's fingers. "Please, heyheydammitstop!"

Havoc still managed to wiggle his fingers around the giggling mess of Ed. "I told you, no. I'm enjoying myself right now."

"Well I'm not!" Still trying to wriggle free, Ed only managed to get himself tangled up, flailing.

Havoc caught a thrashing automail arm. "Hey, watch that."

Ed stopped wriggling, simply staring up at Havoc and pouting. "It's your fault for tickling me in the first place."

"You deserved it." Havoc frowned abruply. "Damn, that shirt's big on you."

Blinking, Edward just stared at him. "What's that got to do with anything?"

Havoc grinned impishly. "It just sort of... came up, y'know?"

A mischievious little smile quirked the corners of Ed's lips. "Alright then... So do something about it."

Lazily, Havoc tugged on a section of hem that had ridden up during the tickle attack. "There are several things I can do," he remarked, scooting down to lay an affectionate nip on the bit of bare skin. "I can molest you here and now on the couch, let you molest me, or I can just start tickling you again."

The nip made him twitch, and Ed reached out with his human hand to ruffle Havoc's hair. "Doesn't it only count as molestation if one party or the other doesn't want it?"

Havoc gave a full-body shrug. "I don't know. I never put together a civil case."

"Then by all means, molest away."

Havoc sighed. "Why am I doing all the work?" he said plaintively.

"It's not like I can exactly do much whilst pinned, you know..." Ed looked up at Jean, mocking innocence.

"You could have asked." Havoc released his arm, adjusting his weight so Ed could at least move. "And more than half of this is your fault, considering you decided to tie yourself in knots around me."

"What else was I supposed to do? You were tickling me!" Edward poked Havoc's forehead.

"That was your fault, too," Havoc said, cheerfully unrepentant. "And watch your poking, will you?" He dropped his head to briefly touch his tongue to the side of the younger man's neck. "You might make me start tickling you again."

Ed tilted his head a bit. "I would really appreciate if you wouldn't do something like that, though... I'll be good.."

Havoc smiled. "That's definitely a step in the right direction. Anything else you want to tell me before I sit up and let you take over?"

Ed pouted. "What if I don't want to take over?" Wrapping his arms around the older man's waist, he kept Havoc where he was. "What if I like it like this?"

"What if I don't want to do all the work?" Havoc murmured. "Do we always have to be uneven?"

Edward pretended to think about it for a moment, then shifted a bit. "Then how about I get you started?"

Havoc laughed a little at the phrasing. "Be my guest."

"Well that's a bit hard from down here..." Despite being generally pinned still, Ed had already managed to work off his shoes, seeing as he'd fallen asleep in full attire not long after they'd gotten home.

Still grinning a bit, Havoc moved back, allowing Ed to sit up. "You're not creative at all, right now."

Ed pouted again, scooting back a bit and shoving Havoc against the far side of the couch, sitting on his lap. "So sue me, I just woke up. I don't see you making any great effort at making sure I'm fully awake, so no complaining dammit."

"And tickling you halfway senseless didn't wake you up?" Havoc said, lips quirking slightly. One hand tugged Ed foreward into a kiss, while another hand, claws unsheathed, crept up underneath his shirt, playing across his back.

Ed shivered slightly, back arching at Havoc's touch. Absently he mused that this couch was definitely not big enough for these things, but that the table was in the way as well, once more making things difficult. His mind scanned over several possible scenarios before deciding what would work best, all before he even broke the kiss for air. "Stand up.." he said, sliding off of Havoc's lap and into the space between the table and couch.

Still faintly amused, Havoc followed the order. He slid off the too-comfy couch and faced Ed. "All right?"

Once Havoc was up, Ed tugged down the pyjama pants. Satisfied for the moment, he pushed the taller man just enough so that he was forced to sit back down, crawling once more up on his lap. "Now that that's out of the way.."

Havoc blinked. "I'm assuming that had a point?"

"It got your pants off, didn't it? Isn't that a good enough point?"

Havoc yanked the overlarge shirt over Ed's head, then stuck the fabric in his mouth. "Oh, hush."

Ed made an attempt at a 'oh hah fricken hah, that's so funny' face, failed miserably due to the fabric shoved in his mouth, and shook his head, instead opting to mumble something along the lines of 'Oh, I didn't know you were into that sort of thing, Jean.'

"Only when you won't shut up," Havoc said mildly, watching Ed seethe and grumble. "I do only have a finite amount of patience with you." He casually looped his arms around Ed's waist, sketching light patterns with gentle fingertips at the small of his back and absently toying with the almost-overlarge waistband.

Irritated by the taste of cloth, Ed pulled the shirt out of his mouth, tossing it to the side as he leaned in to taste something better.

Havoc purred into the kiss. "Happier?"

Edward just smiled, dipping his head to nip up under Havoc's chin, making his way down.

Havoc growled, sighed, and wiggled a bit when something slightly ticklish was nipped.

Ed paused, fingertips lightly tracing the scars on Havoc's neck and chest. Smiling softly, he resumed his path, slowly sliding off the couch in the process. Something just above Jean's hip caught his eye, and his expression further softened. That scar brought back memories..

Havoc's fingertips briefly touched Ed's face. "You don't have to..."

"Hm?" Ed looked up, blinking. "Oh, no... I was just thinking..." He smiled softly.

Havoc sighed, smiling somewhat bitterly. "That can't be good for your health."

The smaller blond bit Havoc's side in response, just above the scar. Just to make his point clear enough, he growled, too.

Havoc dragged him up for a rather fierce kiss. "I'm the only one allowed to bite," he growled.

"Grr." Ed replied, biting Havoc's lower lip in a defiant gesture.

"Grr yourself, gopher..." Havoc's tongue licked out, running across Ed's jaw.

Ed chuckled, resituating himself in Havoc's lap. "That name always brings back memories... especially in this kind of situation..."

"I hope they're good ones," Havoc purred, continuing his assault on Ed's neck.

"Not to sound sappy or anything, but I don't think there are any bad memories that involve that name..." Ed tilted his head to allow better access, shifting slightly in the chimera's lap.

Havoc paused. "Then at least I'm doing something right."

"You're doing absolutely nothing right by stopping, you know that?" Ed nibbled on Havoc's ear, almost insistently.

"Greedy little gopher..." Havoc dipped his head, lightly scraping his teeth over Ed's neck.

Shivering slightly, Ed grinned. "All I see you doing is giving me what I want anyway, isn't that just fueling more greed then?"

"Who says it's just for you?" Havoc murmured. "I do factor into this, too."

"And yet you call me greedy..." Ed shifted again, wriggling slightly.

The older man hissed into Ed's shoulder. "You have a problem with that?"

The hiss made Ed shudder, and he rested his head against Havoc's shoulder. "Not... really..."

"Good." Havoc nipped his way up Ed's throat.

Groaning softly, Ed noticed with mild annoyance his growing discomfort. A discomfort which he made rather clear with a slow rocking of his hips.

Havoc echoed Ed's groan, then hissed softly, "You want it so bad, stand up and take off your pants."

Hurriedly, the smaller blond did just that, easily getting out of the pants that weren't his size in the first place. Once more straddling Havoc's waist, Ed captured a kiss.

Gentle claws scraped over Ed's bare back. "Now, what do you want?" Havoc purred huskily.

Back arching from Havoc's claws, Ed nearly whimpered. "Fuck me.." he breathed against his neck.

The claws moved slowly over Ed's sides, down to his hips, and over his lower belly. "Magic words?" Havoc asked, still purring.

Ed barely managed to choke out a 'please' before groaning again, his body desperately trying to figure out which way to wriggle, since the claws were slightly tickling.

Havoc chuckled low in his throat. "Mind doing the honors, gopher?" he whispered, nipping Ed's ear.

Shivering again, Ed blinked, not quite sure he understood. "Uh...?"

"I can't very well screw you into another state of conciousness if you're where you are now."

Ed blushed slightly, not quite sure where to move from here. He looked around, then back at Havoc. "Where should I move then?"

"You're the genius," Havoc murmured, leaning in for a kiss. "You figure it out."

"But I-" Ed was cut off by the kiss, hardly able to think that straight anyway right now, not to mention figure something out.

Havoc nipped Ed's lips. He managed to get Ed manouvered so the young man was kneelling, then ran his tongue up the length of his throat. "You sure about this?"

Shivering lightly, Ed managed to form words. "W-we could..." he swallowed hard, throat dry, "..move s-somewhere else.. i-if you want..." He swallowed again, "I r-really don't care where... just... now... please... I want you, Jean..."

Havoc obeyed gratefully, not even bothering to relocate. If that was what Ed wanted, well... he was more than happy to give it to him.


Please review, constructive criticism and questions appreciated, flames will be deflected back at you by Roy. n.n;

For those who do read this story habitually: IT'S ALMOST OVER OH MY GOD! NEARLY TEN MONTHS AND IT'S ALMOST OVER! Thank you, thank you lord. oo; -Not religious at all-