Smoke

by Rowan and Sakura

Smoke as a punishment: smoke was a shadow of the fire, a reminder of their passion. Smoke was his lover's perfume, the reason the world continued to spin. Smoke was the scent that he got it up for, smoke and sweat and heat and blood...

2. But the mouth that tasted of fire

AN: Companion to the poem; written for E-to for her 19th birthday.

Disclaimer: The opening line is mine; the characters, however, are not.

But the mouth that tasted of fire

The first time their mouths met, Havoc had been in the middle of a smoke; in fact, he had just filled his mouth with that delicate gray when Mustang's mouth collided with his. It was a forceful, hungry kiss and Havoc had gasped from surprise. Roy ate up the smoke that escaped, swallowed it as he later swallowed his essence, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. Mustang hummed low in his throat whenever he felt particular pleasure, and as he swallowed that smoke, he hummed a tuneless melody.