Title: Foolish Dreams
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Jean Havoc and Cain Fuery
Theme: #6 – the space between dream and reality
Rating: PG for mentions of shounen-ai
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist isn't mine, which means neither Havoc nor Fuery are. Pity…
It had always began this way; just a simple smile at one another as Jean walked past, indicating that Fuery was most probably going to be his choice for someone to drag out with him that night on yet another, most likely fruitless girlfriend hunt, then Fuery would spend the rest of the night feeling very awkward and dodging any questions or hints that the women Havoc was attempting to pick up that they would rather spend the night with him instead of his rather more enthusiastic companion.
As usual Jean Havoc leaned down a little bit the next time he passed Cain Fuery in the halls, and extended the usual invitation.
"Would you like to get a couple of drinks with me after work?"
Maybe it was just wishful thinking on Fuery's part, but there seemed to be something extra in that question today; a hint of something much more predatory behind the usual invitation.
Fuery grew frustrated with himself then. Couldn't he even get through one single day without thoughts like this plaguing his mind?
"What's the point in inviting someone else along if all you're going to do is flirt with women all night?" Fuery objected, his anger more at himself than Havoc.
To his surprise though, Havoc didn't seem at all put out by his enraged response. Instead a rather devious smile appeared on the Lieutenants face, and he leaned in so close to the other man that Fuery could feel Jean Havoc's smoke scented breath on his face.
"And what made you think that was what I had in mind huh?"
There was no denying it now as Havoc captured Fuery's chin in his fingers, bringing their faces so close together that Fuery knew there was no way Havoc could have missed the blush on his cheeks or the nervous thumping of his heart in his chest.
"I…" Fuery stammered. "I… uh…"
Havoc's lips were on his before he could say anything at all intelligent. The kiss was exactly as it was in Cain's dreams; demanding, yet so very soft and gentle.
Fuery smiled into the kiss, closed his eyes and woke up in his small bed in the L'Arc En Ciel living quarters.
The regulation blankets had never seemed as cold as they did then. Fuery frowned at himself, wrapped his blankets as tightly as he could around himself, and cried.