Disclaimer: amendment, is anyone apart from Spades-sama still reading this? i suppose if i owned fma i wouldnt have to be writing this...so you can assume i own no part of said anime.
Well then. since i love Spades 44-sama and since Dejiko Mew Mew suggested i should...here is more Havoc/Fury! And Dejiko, if you draw Fury in a collar i NEED to see it!!!!!!!!!!
Presenting Drabble the Eleventh!
Jean Havoc was sick, and Cain Fury was loving it. Of course he had this nagging little twinge of guilt that kept him from radiating joy in a very Maes-like fashion, but overall it was a good day. The house was clean, tea burbled happily on the stove, Fury has even brought the sick man breakfast in bed in a fit of domestic glee.
The best part though had nothing to do with being able to pamper the other man. It was involved completely with crawling into bed, ignoring Havoc's baleful glare, and burrowing his face in the crook of the sick man's neck. For one blissful day, which may yet, if luck held, stretch into two or three, Havoc was completely clear of the smoker's miasma that usually hovered all around him. Fury inhaled deeply, reveling in the musky scent that was Havoc's alone, tinged lightly with soap and a haphazard sort of cologne application.
"Hey, that tickles…" Havoc huffed in a very congested voice.
Fury's only answer was to chuckle against Havoc's throat, which of course only managed to tickle the other man even more.