Drabble twenty-two: Them or Me

Fury often wondered what was more important in Havoc's life, him or cigarettes. Sure, Havoc often reminded Fury he loved him, and had more than once smacked Fury for drawing the comparison. But Fury couldn't help it, he wanted to know. Somewhere in asking though, Havoc started bringing up things Fury was addicted to—strays, for instance, came up a lot. "Strays are healthy", "there's nothing healthy about dirty animals", "at least they don't shove nicotine down your throat", "I have never been attacked by a cigarette", "you've never been attacked by a stray", "But I could have been", "But you weren't" was how their arguments usually went. Fury wanted to say "it's cigarettes or me", but he was afraid the answer would be "fine, pack up". Or even "fine, but then it's strays or me".

"Havoc..." Fury began, the second their lunch break started.

"Hm?" Havoc hummed, noticing the break as well.

"If I said "cigarettes or me", what would you say?" Fury asked uneasily. Havoc paused, looking around before pulling the box of cigarettes from his pocket. He waved it in front of Fury's face, lowering his blue eyes almost to a glare.

"These, my furious Fury of Cain, are little tubes of nicotine to which I consult when I need a good huff of the stuff. You, my furious Fury of Cain, are a person to whom I have given my heart and soul. Obviously you haven't yet realized you're in a league of your own. I don't care too much if you sneak strays into the apartment, I don't mind you cooking weird health meals that seem like a punishment for something I've done wrong, I don't give a flip if every time I get sick you blame it on my smoking and make me take long hot baths and long hot showers and drink huge hot mugs of some of the worst tea ever because you think it'll help, because I will endure this stuff to stay with you. Because I love you. However, if the smoking bothers you that damn much, I will endure quitting. Granted I may scratch my eyes out, be pissed for awhile and actually start trying to get myself sick just to make you see it wasn't the cigarettes, people just get sick sometimes." Havoc explained, leaving Fury looking overly shocked. "Get it?"

Fury nodded, then was dragged off to lunch. Sometimes it was all about the cigarettes, but sometimes Fury had to think only of Havoc himself.

End Drabble Twenty-Two.

Took a long time to post, sorry! Thank you "My Fault" Aaron for the secret inspiration and for writing such damn good drabbles! Oh, and for reviewing the last drabble, just in case I haven't thanked you already for that. Ciao!