Okay! So, I realize the characters are a bit OOC. I'm doing my best with Havoc, since I don't really know him as good as some of you probably do. I only hope that you guys are enjoying this. This whole fanfiction was inspired by White Snake's - Is This Love? If you couldn't tell by the title ^^;

Ch. 3

Roy sat in a cafe just a few blocks from Central, nursing a coffee and waiting for Havoc. His subordinate said he had something he wanted to tell Roy, and that it was very important. So, they agreed to meet at Central Cafe after work. Havoc had something to do, so they had to go separately. A song played quietly from a radio on the counter. A waiter turned the music up and Roy recognized it as the song that had been playing the first time he had dinner with Havoc at his house. He closed his eyes and listened to the lyrics, finding that he could relate to the singer.

Valentine's Day had passed without event. Havoc and roy had spent the whole day together, as they had been for many weeks now. They made dinner together, sat by the fire with wine and talked amicably, and even shared a small kiss as Havoc was leaving. Havoc had been slightly tipsy, and Roy hadn't even drank much wine, prefering to be sober in Havoc's presence. It was now entering March, and Roy found himself constantly thinking about Havoc and the kiss they shared. He began to wonder if maybe he was in love again.

Ever since Havoc's near-resignation because of his legs, Roy had been noticing more about Jean Havoc. Amazingly Havoc's legs healed and he was able to return to Roy's command and even did more things outdoors on his days off. He'd even invited Roy to go hiking with him in the summer. Roy turned his gaze to the window next to him. It started to rain heavily, and Roy hated the rain. Not only could he become soaking wet and not use his alchemy, but the rain was so gloomy and made him think of Hughes.

The colonel sighed and looked at his watch. Havoc was an hour late. A waiter walked over and filled his cup with more coffee. He thanked the boy and put a little cream and sugar into it and took a sip. Without Havoc around, the coffee tasted so bland. He looked down at his watch again, and again, and again for the next hour.

"Two hours... I wonder if I've been stood up." Roy Mustang knew the answer to that question already. Havoc would never do such a thing. He must still be stuck at work.

Another hour went by gloomily. Roy sighed and stood. He put down some money for the coffee and a tip for the waiter who continuously filled his cup. It was nearing the date when Hughes was murdered, so Roy walked to the graveyard and stood at Hughes' grave.

"Well Maes... looks like I've fallen in love again..." He kneeled down and touched the grave stone. "You understand, don't you?" Hughes had always known the colonel's feelings for him, but neither would do anything about it, both too scared that Gracia would find out and leave Maes. Roy didn't even want to have an intimate relationship with Hughes. He was content just to watch him from afar. "I bet you can't guess who it is..."

Havoc raced down the sidewalk and into the cafe. He looked around. "Damn... he must've got tired of waiting." He saw a waiter go by and quickly sopped him. "Hey kid, did you see a guy wearing a uniform like mine with an eye patch in here?"

"Yeah, he sat there by the window for three hours." The young waiter replied and pointed to the table by the window. "He left about thirty minutes ago."

"Which direction did he go? Did you see?" Havoc asked, panting slightly.

"Uh..." A contemplative expression crossed the waiter's face as he thought a moment. "I think he went in the direction of the graveyard..."

"Graveyard..." Havoc frowned. "It is nearing the anniversary of Hughes' death... shit... way to go Jean Havoc. What a way to fuck up... Thanks kid!" He exclaimed and turned and rushed out of the cafe. He ran down the sidewalk in the same direction his superior had, ignoring the cold rain storming down on him. He saw the fence of the graveyard and turned into the gate, slowing to a walk. Roy soon came into view and Jean walked even slower toward him. He saw Roy lift his head at the sound of his foot steps. Havoc saluted Hughes' grave, then kneeled next to Roy. "Heyya, Chief. You should see your little girl. She's so cute. And Gracia's getting more beautiful by the day."

Roy looked over at Havoc and smiled slightly. "I was just telling Hughes about how close we've gotten lately."

Havoc grinned. "Oh yeah?"

Roy nodded. "I was also telling him how my heart belongs to someone else now." Jean blinked at him. "Do we have your blessing, Maes?"

Havoc blushed. "W-We?"

"Whether you return my feelings or not, Havoc, you're mine. I let my love escape one time, I'm not letting it happen again." Roy explained. He smiled. "What do you say?"

Havoc looked back at Hughes' grave and smiled some. "I apologize..."

Roy blinked, feeling his heart break. "What?"

"I'm sorry I was late for our date today, Roy." Havoc sighed. "Hawkeye wouldn't let me leave until I finished all the paper work I've been ignoring in order to think of you. She got mad and said I'm acting like a 'love sick puppy'. I just smiled at her and returned to work."

Roy chuckled. "She said the same thing to me last night. I was getting so caught up in work, but then I started thinking more about you. She seemed happy though. I think she's glad that I'm not over working myself, but now that I've got someone to think of, I'll start getting behind in work again. Think she'll be disappointed?"

"That goes for two of us." Havoc said. "But she'll get over it." He reached over and took Roy's hand into his own. "Don't worry Chief, I'll take care of 'll be sure to watch over Gracia and Elysia as well."

"I think Maes is more worried about you." Roy smirked. "I can be very passionate and possesive."

Jean smirked back. "I can be just as passionate and possesive."

"I guess that makes us a perfect match." The colonel whispered, leaning closer.

"Our signs are very compatible." Havoc whispered back, meeting Roy.

"We can act like newly weds, can't we?" Roy closed his eyes.

"Sure. I have no problem with it." Havoc grinned, brushing his lips over Roy's.

Havoc reached up with one hand and gently cupped Roy's cheek in it, kissing him softly and affectionately. He felt Roy's hand go to the back of his neck and shivered from the cold wetness of his skin. Roy pulled him into a deeper kiss, licking and nipping his lips. The force of Roy's pull pulled Havoc off balance and he fell into the kiss, forcing Roy to fall back onto his bottom into the wet grass. The kiss deepened more, tongues wrestling, sending body temperatures through the roof. Havoc's hands were on either side of Roy's body while Roy was hugging his neck, gripping his uniform jacket. Roy pulled away to breathe. He opened his eyes and looked up at Havoc, smiling at his subordinate's flushed face and glazed eyes.

"Maes would have a fit if he knew we were making out on his grave." Roy whispered.

Havoc grinned. "I don't know, I think he'd be happy to know that you're finally able to move on..."

Roy smiled and pet Havoc's cheek affecionately. "Thank you..."

"For what? Kissing you so damn good?"

The colonel chuckled. "That was indeed a damn good kiss..."

"You kiss damn good too..." Jean smiled. He saw Roy shudder some and looked around. "I bet we must look a sight... two full grown soldiers kissing in a graveyard on the grave of their superior officer..."

Roy chuckled and let Havoc help him up. "Lets get to my house. I think you left some clothes there last week."

Havoc nodded in agreement and followed Roy. "Why'd you walk here in the rain? You could get sick you know..."

Roy shrugged. "Just felt like walking in the rain..."

They walked back to the cafe and took the colonel's car to his house. Once in the house, they removed their jackets and Roy took Havoc's hand. Jean blinked and let himself be pulled to the bathroom. He relaxed as Roy kissed him again, a teasing kiss. The kiss would start to deepen and Roy would pull away, remove an article of clothing, then kiss Jean again. After a few minutes, they were down to their boxers. Havoc pulled Roy close and tight, kissing him passionately. Their tongues wrestled roughly, teeth brushing against each other. He moaned as Jean's hands descended to his buttocks and grabbed him roughly, pushing their hips together.

Roy pushed Havoc toward the shower door, hands pushing both their boxers down. Havoc's hand searched for the shower door handle and quickly opened it, nearly tripping to get into the shower stall, pulling Roy in after him. Roy followed him in, turning the water on hot, but not too hot that it scalded them. Roy's hands stroked and caressed Havoc's chest, slowly descending down to his abs and hips. Havoc panted breathlessly, his own hands falling droplets of water down his superior's back. He stared down at Roy, admiring his relaxed face and warm eye.

"Roy..."

Mustang turned his gaze up into Havoc's eyes. "Yes?"

"Will you take it off?" Havoc's voice was warm and gentle as he nudged his nose against the eyepatch.

Roy stared up at him a moment before tilting his head down and lifting a hand. Jean watched as the Flame Alchemist slowly removed the eyepatch and kept his head down. Havoc smiled.

"You're so damn cute sometimes..." He whispered and gently tilted his boss' head up and kissed his lips gently.

Roy leaned into Jean's hard body and kissed back. He wrapped his arms around Jean's neck, and soon they parted to finish their shower. Twenty minutes later, Roy's back hit his bed and Havoc rested between his legs. Their lips met heatedly, hands mapping out hard bodies, hips bucking against each other. As Havoc pushed into him, Roy arched his back, gripping strong shoulders above him. He trembled, hot breaths hitting his neck as Havoc rocked him gently. The Flame Alchemist held his lover close, caressing heated skin lovingly. Their pleasure heightened through kisses and adoring touches. Together they panted and cried out their bliss, backs arching with release.

The next morning Roy awoke to the sweet smell of coffee and pancakes. Looking around, he found Havoc not in the room and a thorned rose on his pillow. Smiling, Roy got up and dressed and soon made his way downstairs. As he entered the kitchen, Havoc stopped his whistling and grinned. Roy smiled back and hugged him.

"Mornin' Boss..." Havoc whispered lovingly.