Don't ask me what I'm on. I can't even blame it on sleep deprivation, this time. I didn't plan to post this, but I just thought you might like to see my woeful first attempt at Havoc/Fury... Personally, I think I slaughtered it. But I promised Spades I'd write this a long time ago, so yeah. If you hate me for this piece of crap, that's okay. There might be a second part, I don't know. I guess it depends on the general reaction to it (or lack thereof).
Warnings: Shounen-ai, early-morning phone calls, crappy writing. The bad grammar is on purpose, though.
Disclaimer: If I owned FMA, ep. 25 wouldn't have happened. :( Not that this is relevant.
Havoc woke suddenly, unsure of quite why he was waking up at all. He stared at the shadowy ceiling for a few moments, trying to remember what he'd been doing. There was a shift and a small murmur on the bed next to him, and it came rushing back to him with a sickening clarity, with the needles of guilt viciously attacking him again.
He'd lied to Sheska, for starters. He'd taken her out and gotten her drunk and brought her home and pretended that she was Cain. And damn, but he felt awful. No one should be used like that, no matter if they agreed to it, no matter if they resembled someone else in an absolutely unholy manner.
The blonde looked over to the other side of the bed miserably, seeing the moonlight play across the small form bundled in blankets. At least he couldn't see her face, probably serene and innocent and having absolutely no idea that Havoc wished she were someone else. Admittedly, she was a cute kid, but Havoc knew all too well that evaluation stemmed almost entirely from her resemblance to his coworker.
Without thinking, which was exactly what had gotten him into trouble in the first place, Havoc carefully rolled out of bed, feeling sick. Instead of stumbling to the bathroom, however, he picked up the phone that sat on the bedside table and dialed Cain's number. By the time he realized what he was doing, however, the other end was already ringing, and then there was a click and a groggy-sounding Cain was saying, "'Ello?"
And Havoc tried to apologize, he really did. Unfortunately, his mind had gone blank and his throat had seized up, and all the blonde wanted to do was slam the phone down and get a much-needed smoke.
"Hello?" Fury yawned again, sleepy and confused.
"Ah--I--" the other man fumbled, panicking. Instead of trying again, Havoc hung up, his heart racing. He hoped that Cain didn't have caller ID. The smoker sat there for a moment, trying to decide what the hell he was going to do now.
A moment later, John made up his mind, and quickly redialed Fury's number before he lost his nerve.
It rang once, then Cain's voice was saying, "Really now, it's three-thirty in the--"
"I love you, Cain." John choked, wondering what he was doing, and just how his nicotine-deprived brain had come up with this whacked-out notion in the first place. With that, he hung up again, shaking, unsure of what was going to happen now.
In the silence, he heard Sheska shift again, and the sick feeling came back.
