Title: Yesterday…

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist

Pairing: Jean Havoc and Cain Fuery

Theme: #5 – Ano sa… (Hey, you know…)

Rating: PG for shounen-ai

Disclaimer: Although I wish that I owned it quite regularly, I unfortunately don't.

Yesterday…

Fuery had been deliberately avoiding Havoc for the rest of that afternoon. The night had been restless and difficult for the both of them; Jean because he couldn't stop wondering; Cain because he couldn't stop fearing. The next day continued in a similar fashion as the one before. Havoc had been searching for Fuery all morning, but had a feeling the younger man wasn't too keen on spending any length of time with him.

Havoc finally cornered Fuery in the mess hall at lunch, sitting down beside him before the dark-haired man could object. Cain moved to stand up, but Jean reached out to grasp Fuery's uniform and pull him firmly back down onto the seat.

"We need to talk," Havoc said, making sure to look Fuery in the eye, even though it was incredibly difficult when the younger man was trying to avoid his gaze.

Fuery nodded, and pushed away his tray, no longer finding the remaining food appetizing.

"Yesterday, you err…" Havoc found he could not continue without blushing at the memory. "You know, you kinda kissed me."

"Mm hmm," Fuery answered, suddenly finding a spot on the table incredibly interesting.

"Hey, you know," Havoc continued, his tone of voice suggesting that they were talking about something which held no more interest or was any more delicate than the weather. "I was just kinda wondering…"

At this point Havoc reached under Fuery's chin, forcing the younger man to finally look him in the eye.

"…why you would do something like that," Havoc finished, his eyes flicking backwards and forwards across Fuery's face as though searching for something.

Fuery could feel the tears welling up behind his eyes, and prayed for his emotions to stay in check. They were in such a public place that any breakdown would be shameful. It seemed hopeless though. After all, how hard had he worked to keep his feelings for Jean Havoc a secret? How many times had he forced himself to look away before Jean caught him staring only for it to all come out in the open like this anyway?

Jean's hands still hadn't left his chin, and if he couldn't see the tears that were now running down his cheeks then he must have been able to feel the moisture as it ran down and kissed his fingers.

Havoc sighed and wiped away one of the tears. "Just tell me," he asked Fuery.

"I'm in love with you!" Fuery burst out.

Havoc paused for a few seconds, before he sighed and shook his head.

"You're crazy you know," Havoc said, making Fuery's heart break into a thousand small pieces. The blonde let his hands slip from Cain's face, making the skin on his cheeks suddenly feel cold without Havoc's warm skin against his own.

"Yeah, I know," Fuery agreed, making sure that a brave smile stayed on his face, despite how difficult that was. He risked a look at Havoc's face, expecting to see a cruel and almost teasing smile, but there was nothing as confident or certain in the Lieutenant's expression.

"What the hell do you see in me?" Havoc asked, staring not at Fuery but at his empty hands.

Fuery found himself unable to answer. He knew he could so many things, but had a feeling the Lieutenant wouldn't want to hear any of them. Fuery lived through the most awkward seconds of silence in his life then, searching for something to say or waiting for Havoc to continue, and then Havoc turned and smiled quite warmly at him.

The blonde took Fuery's face in his hands once more, and brought their faces closer together. Fuery hadn't even registered what it was the Lieutenant intended to do before he felt Havoc's lips on his own. After a couple of seconds the pleasure overrode the shock, and he closed his eyes and began kissing back.

It lasted much longer than his stolen kiss the day before, and was much softer and at the same time deeper. He could taste Havoc's last cigarette in the older man's mouth, along with Havoc's own unique and absolutely wonderful taste.

Havoc eventually pulled away, and Fuery simply sat there, too overwhelmed to do anything but stare at the man in front of him. Havoc took a few deep breaths. A couple of soldiers at nearby tables cheered. Soon the normal noise of the mess hall returned, and Havoc took one of Fuery's hands between his own.

"That wasn't…" Havoc began, pausing for a moment to take another deep breath. "I wasn't promising you anything by that, or saying I feel the same way or anything," he explained. "It's just because I know how you feel, and well, you deserve it."

Havoc stood up from the table then.

"And," Havoc continued, a blush rising in his cheeks, surprising Fuery, "I still say you're crazy for falling in love with me, but I'm also flattered that you have."

Fuery found that for the rest of the day, he couldn't stop smiling.