Title: A Wonderful Excuse

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist

Pairing: Jean Havoc and Cain Fuery

Theme: #9 - Dash

Rating: PG for shounen-ai

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

A Wonderful Excuse

Jean Havoc's morning at military headquarters had been completely normal and horribly boring. That was, until Cain Fuery came running down the hallway at breakneck speed, apparently using the halls as training for the hundred-meter dash.

"Lieutenant Havoc!" Fuery exclaimed, slamming his breaks on to come to a complete stop in front of Jean.

Havoc was about to ask why Cain was running, but then he looked up and saw what had to be the reason running along down the halls close behind Cain; Carey Burbank, aged twenty-three, fairly good-looking, and used to getting her own way. Havoc had asked her out on a date a couple of times and had been turned down. It was almost depressing to see her chasing after Fuery now.

"At least give me a reason!" Burbank demanded. "Am I not pretty enough or something!"

"Help," Fuery pleaded quietly.

At first Havoc considered flirting with Burbank a possible solution, but then he thought of one that could turn out to be much more fun.

He wrapped one arm around Fuery's shoulders, pleased when the Master Sergeant jumped a little. Burbank came to a halt in front of the two men and saluted Havoc.

"Lieutenant Havoc, sir!" she barked. "I was just discussing something with Sergeant Fuery sir!"

"And what do you want with him?' Havoc asked, bringing Cain closer to him and making the younger man blush, as Havoc had hoped it would. He quickly sent Fuery a tiny wink, making the blush grow even more as he realized what Havoc was up to.

"He's mine," Havoc declared. "All right Warrant Officer Burbank?"

She frowned at the two of them then, apparently not believing the ruse that Havoc was putting up. Fuery's smile as he stared lovingly up at Havoc was real though, and maybe she sensed this, for when Burbank spoke again her voice wasn't so sure.

"With all due respect Lieutenant," Burbank continued. "I get the feeling the two of you are doing this just to discourage me."

Havoc smiled. He should have known his lie wouldn't be bought so easily by someone he had flirted with before.

"Seriously," Havoc tried to convince her. "Cain and I are in love, aren't we Cain?"

Fuery could only nod and let out a weak, "aha."

Burbank still looked doubtful, and Jean couldn't help but have some more fun with the man in his arms. He pulled Fuery right against him and gave him the most passionate kiss he could muster, which the Sergeant returned eagerly, moaning a little at the emotions that coursed through his body.

Burbank must have been able to tell that they had both definitely enjoyed that kiss, because she looked between the two of them for a few seconds, before walking off in the opposite direction, muttering something about all the cute ones being gay.

"Thank you," Fuery sighed, still clinging to Havoc's shirt.

"Any time," Jean Havoc answered with a grin.