Title: Someone Far Above You
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Jean Havoc and Cain Fuery
Theme: #4 – Our Distance and That Person
Rating: PG for shounen-ai
Disclaimer: Although I wish that I owned it quite regularly, I unfortunately don't.
Dedication: To Sena, for putting the crazy idea of Mustang/Havoc in my head.
It was unusually quiet at military headquarters. Without the legendary Edward Elric at headquarters or any of the military's horrendous secrets being revealed around the place it was strangely lifeless.
It gave Fuery time to think as he walked along the halls, not always a good thing considering who his thoughts had been revolving around of late.
He could feel a sigh building up inside him, and he allowed it freedom, letting it escape from between his lips, which were currently set in a very definite frown.
If only he had fallen in love with someone other than Jean Havoc; who was painfully and obviously straight, Jean Havoc; who had no interest in him at all apart from as a friend and sometimes victim, Jean Havoc; who had just emerged from the door in front of him and was now looking uncharacteristically solemn.
"Jean!" Fuery exclaimed in surprise. Havoc looked up from the spot on the wall he had been staring at and sent what looked to be a painfully fake smile in Fuery's direction.
"Sorry," Fuery said, feeling a blush rise on his face as he realized he had just addressed Havoc by his first name. "Havoc, sir, I didn't mean to; I was just surprised…"
"Hey," Havoc said, and Fuery was surprised to feel a hand placed gently on his shoulder. "Did you want to come for a walk with me?"
There was something so sad and strange in Havoc's eyes when Fuery met them that he felt like saying 'no' was completely out of the question. This was the first time he had ever seen the Lieutenant look so depressed and that had to mean something was wrong.
The two walked along the halls in companionable silence, until they found themselves at the back of the headquarters, where there was a sparse amount of vegetation. Havoc took a seat on a garden ledge, and gestured for Fuery to sit beside him.
They sat there for a while, long enough for Havoc to light up and finish a cigarette, and all the while Fuery sat beside him, wondering what this could possibly be about.
"Cain…" Havoc bean as he crushed the remnants of his cigarette on the stone beside him. "You don't mind if I call you Cain, right?"
Fuery shook his head, thinking that he actually really liked the sound of his first name when it came from Havoc's mouth. Havoc smiled at him, but again it seemed fake, as thought the blonde was forcing it.
"Have you ever been in love," Havoc began slowly, "with someone so far above you that they barely know you exist; someone who you know you'll never be with, no matter how hard you try?"
For a moment Fuery feared that maybe Havoc had found out about Fuery's secret crush on his superior, but another look at the taller man's face revealed that Havoc was indeed talking about a predicament of his own.
"You know how I can't get a girlfriend?" Havoc continued, apparently not all that concerned with Fuery's lack of an answer. "I think maybe it might be because I'm not really trying all that hard. I mean, I'm trying, but my heart's not in it I guess."
"What are you talking about sir?" Fuery asked.
"Cut the 'sir' crap Cain," Havoc muttered. "I asked you out here as a friend, not a subordinate."
"Uh… okay." Fuery could feel himself blushing again, an action which he was afraid he did far too often when around Jean Havoc.
"You can keep a secret, right?" Jean asked him.
"I suppose so," Cain answered, now feeling incredibly nervous about where the conversation was going.
"Right," Jean said, lighting up another cigarette. For a while Fuery wondered if the other man was going to say anything else, but before too long Havoc took one last long breath of smoke as it to calm his nerves, and continued.
"I'm in love with Colonel Mustang," Jean confessed.
At first the news didn't sink in. When it did, Fuery found himself disliking their commanding officer for the first time since he had met the legendary Flame Alchemist.
Still, it offered just a glimmer of hope. If Havoc could fall in love with Roy Mustang it meant that he wasn't as straight as Fuery had previously thought. On the other hand, Roy Mustang was strong, confident and exciting; everything Fuery was not.
"Oh," was all Fuery said when he found the strength and sense to do so.
"You're not shocked?" Jean asked him.
"No," Cain answered, shaking his head slightly. "Well, I am surprised, but…"
He sighed, cutting his sentence short before he said something he would regret later on.
"He's just so perfect," Havoc commented, dropping his cigarette on the floor and stamping it out with the heel of one of his boots. "Know what I mean? How the hell is someone like me ever going to stand a chance with someone like him?"
Fuery wanted to smile reassuringly at Havoc but found he didn't have the strength of heart to do so when every word the other man said cut through him like a knife.
The two began fidgeting nervously, unsure of what else could be said after such a delicate confession, until they both put their hands down on the same spot of concrete, Havoc's hand coming to rest right on top of Fuery's.
The warm touch was gone almost instantly as Jean realized his mistake, and the two men couldn't help but blush when they met each other's eyes once more.
"I'm sorry," Jean soon laughed. "This whole thing's probably freaking you out a little right now. I'm sure you don't want to hear me bitch about my tragic love life anymore," he continued, getting to his feet.
"Wait," Fuery called, reaching up to grab Havoc's hand before the man could take another step. He wasn't exactly sure why he did it. His mind was ablaze right now with the possibilities of what could happen if, for once in his life, he was to gather up enough courage to make a move. Havoc needed cheering up right now, didn't he? Wasn't this the perfect moment?
He hadn't completely come to agreement with his own thoughts, but his lips were on Havoc's before he could tell himself otherwise. It was chaste and shy, and lasted no more than a second before Fuery came to grips with what he was doing and pulled away.
Cain could see the shocked look on Havoc's face clearly, and realized he had jumped up and stood on his tiptoes in order for his lips to reach Havoc's.
"I…" Fuery said, trying to explain himself and not become too distracted by Jean's flushed lips and somehow, even when completely shocked, absolutely gorgeous face. "I… I just… oh god… I'm sorry."
With that he turned and ran.
Jean Havoc stood completely still on the spot where Cain Fuery had suddenly and very unexpectedly, kissed him.
He very slowly reached up to touch his mouth, the warmth of Fuery's lips still lingeringon his own.
He wasn't sure how or why that had happened. All he knew was that it had been strange, surprising, and absolutely wonderful.