Thoughts of a 2nd Lieutenant Part II: Edward's Thoughts
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Jean Havoc, Edward Elric or Roy Mustang. I own nothing. If I did, Ed would fall in love with Jean and Envy would get a manly voice. Not Wendy Powell's Voice.
AN: Second part, these are Edward's thoughts on the matter.
DEDICATED TO: Luckyalchemy27, Kasha the Wind Sorceress, Torii and to all my other 8 reviewers!
STARTED: 03:28 AM, July 15, 2005
He was annoyed, tired and more than sore in places he never knew he had. Mustang was asleep next to him and gently snoring, his normal cold facade, softened and relaxed, bringing a slight smile to the short alchemists' face. 'Mustang..' Ed thought quietly and slowly slid out of the white satin sheets, looking around for his pants and other articles of clothing that had been thrown in haste.
Ed painfully pulled on his leather pants, glancing over his shoulder at the sleeping alchemist and then slipped his soft black shirt over bloody and bruised muscles. He limped out of the house and locked it behind him, throwing his red coat over his shoulder and walking out into the moonlight.
He gently walked into the street and slipped his flesh and blood hand into his pocket and looked up at the moon, his thoughts turning to another figure. This one blonde and lean...
2nd Lietuenant, Jean Havoc, the notorious Chain-smoke of the military... all these things fit the blonde but what Ed wanted was the name that only he could call him. That one night, he was able to call him by his name and not be known as the Full Metal Alchemist or Major Elric. That night, they were known to each other by their names, not titles.
A light blush covered Ed's cheeks as he remembered how he had acted. Pressing his body against Jean's, their tongues battling for dominance and the way he had almost blow down Jean's front door using alchemy to get in, away from public eyes.
Ed sighed as he walked down the middle-class neighborhood Mustang lived in. The smell of nicotine drifted over his nose and it twitched turning instictively towards the smell.
"I guess you went home with the Colonel." Jean Havoc said bitterly as he walked towards him, his military uniform foregone for a pair of cargos and a black shirt. He narrowed his eyes a fraction and flicked off a piece of ash. "Have fun?"
Ed frowned, confused. "What? Havoc, what the hell is wrong with you?" Havoc gave a half snarl and his eyes flashed dark blue for a moment.
"Nothing's wrong with me, Elric," Ed flinched at the use of his last name. "Only that I am so tired of seeing you and Mustang together." He stubbed his cigarette out angrily and instead punched his fist into the wall next to Ed's head. "I'm tired of going for a cigarette break and what I hear is moans, groans and you screaming Mustang's name out in pure esctacy. I don't want to walk into the office in the morning, three donuts, a sandwhich and coffee in my stomach and see you behind Mustang's desk, doing God knows what and my stomach just wanting to hurl it all back up. I tired of seeing you walk home with him every day after military office, happy and cheerful. I don't want to see your brother during my break, wondering when you'll come home." Jean took a step foreword and Ed stepped back.
"I never want to see that suit of armor on my doorstep crying as much as a suit of armor can cry! I don't want him to be hurt anymore than you do." Jean suddenly lunged foreword and grabbed Ed's shoulders bringing him closer to his warmth. "And I don't want Mustang to have what I apparantely can't have." Jean finished softly, his blue eyes loosing their anger to replaced by a comfortating warmth.
Ed was silent, a light pink blush rising on his cheeks as his hands unconsciously wrapped around the back of Jean's arms. "Havoc, I..." Jean pressed one finger against Ed's lips.
"Don't say anything. Not tonight. Not Havoc." Ed's eyes widened again and Jean stepped back, turning on his heel and walking towards a small house.The taller blonde looked once over his shoulder and walked into the house, leaving it slightly open, a crack of light seeping through.
Ed was left standing against the stone wall, a blush on his cheeks and his eyes wide. ' "Don't say anything. Not tonight. Not Havoc." I know what that means, but do I want to find out what else it means?' The alchemist closed his eyes and took a deep breath before pushing himself off the wall and limping painfully towards Jean's house.
As he rested his hand above the doorknob to pull it open, he took another deep breath, steeling his resolve and pulled it open, the lights being shut off in the other room. The only light that was left was a few candles placed around the house. Ed kicked his shoes off, hung his jacket up next to a regultation military jacket and two arms wrapped around his waist.
"Glad you came." Jean whispered against Ed's hair. The shorter blonde just sighed and reached his automail hand up to rub his face.
"Jean, you better fucking let me be on top."
Okay, I can either write an epilouge or an epilouge/lemon. That would mean I'd have to bump it up to M. Now, all you reviewers need to do is review and either put A- Epilouge or B- Epilouge/Lemon.
Okay, I'm taking requests and I'm writing out ones. Remember, put the pairing and the rating! I'll write Teen or Mature. NO P or PG! I can't stand that stuff!
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