alright. remember all the crack that involved havoc, fury, and a collar? well, it evolved in a drabble a friend wrote in response into something not quite as adorable and considerably more...well...use your imagination. today i promised her i would write anything she wanted if she would buy me some icecream. teach me to use drabbles as a batering tool. this drabble is what she demanded. shonen ai. cease reading if you dont like the idea of havoc and fury as rather happy lovers. danke. -fireun
There were a few things Jean Havoc did not expect to see as soon as he got home that evening. Not that he minded, but, well, it just wasn't what he was used to. There were things higher on his list of improbable happenings- Maes running off to join the circus, Riza in a dress…Fury in leather was really not even a part of his cognitive process.
But there it was. Cain Fury. In rather sparse, but tight, leather, with assorted interestingly placed metal bits. And a collar. That collar, which had started out mostly as a joke, evolved into an interesting way to be protective and possessive all at once, and apparently found a comfortable end as something not altogether different.
Cain looked up at him, with those wide eyes which Jean at this point refused to label as any sort of innocent, and grinned. "Happy birthday."
"Well shit." Jean gnawed the end of his cig in a pleased sort of contemplation, before the actual thinking part of his brain intruded upon sensory appreciation, and reminded him that Cain hated it when he smoked. He spat his cig into the sink with one practiced turn of the head, hung his coat, and wandered into the living room where his lover waited.
A happy birthday indeed.
well now. that being said...i am off to get a running start. i am sure to get set on fire for this one. or at least set upon by disgruntled fans...