Title: Behind Closed Doors
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Jean Havoc and Cain Fuery
Theme: #7 - Superstar
Rating: PG-13, for shounen-ai and sexual references
Disclaimer: How's this; I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist. Please don't sue me.

Behind Closed Doors

"Oh, and Havoc, can I have a talk with you in my office?"

Mustang's words left Havoc feeling slightly nervous. It wasn't everyday that the Colonel had something to say that couldn't be said in front of everyone, and there was something about the way his commanding officer had emphasized the word 'talk' that left Havoc wondering whether or not whatever was going to follow would be something he would quite possibly have nightmares about for weeks to come.

Havoc stood up from his desk a little too quickly, adjusted his uniform and sent a not-at-all confident wink in Fuery's direction, before stepping into Mustang's office.

Havoc cleared his throat, and Mustang glanced up as though he himself wasn't the reason for Havoc's presence in the room.

"Sit down," Mustang said, gesturing to the room's rather large and seemingly out of place sofa setting.

Uh-oh, Havoc thought. 'Sit down' never boded well. It meant that whatever Mustang had to say, it was either going to be a very sensitive topic, or it was going to take a long, long time.

When Mustang stood up and closed the door, Havoc realized it was going to be the first. Not good. The last time they had been involved in one of these conversations had been after the brutal rejection Havoc had suffered at the hands of one Miss Armstrong, and the depression and chaos that had ensued, resulting in a punch to the face from Mustang and an order to 'snap out of it' that left little choice for Havoc but to do exactly as the Colonel had commanded.

Mustang frowned, and took the seat closest to Havoc, leaning back as though this was nothing but an ordinary conversation. Havoc wished he had a cigarette, especially when Mustang leaned a little away from him, revealing just a little too much neck to Havoc.

"So," Mustang began, bringing Havoc quickly out of the trance staring at Mustang's neck had brought him into.

"I can't say I'm exactly against relationships in the office," Mustang continued, "but as commanding officer I've got a duty to keep these things under control, so I try to make sure I'm aware of everything like this that happens."

Havoc felt a lump forming in his throat.

"So how long has this been going on?" Mustang asked.

"What?" Havoc squeaked. The first solution that came to mind was that Mustang had somehow discovered Havoc's crush on him.

"You and Fuery," Mustang explained, letting Havoc breathe a little easier.

"Oh, well, uh…" Havoc stammered, not being able to pinpoint the exact moment that what the two of them had could be called a relationship. "I'm not sure exactly. It sort of just happened."

Mustang's eyes widened at this, but he pushed no further.

"Okay then. Can you at least tell me whether or not you're serious about each other?"

"Uh…" Havoc had been wondering about that himself.

Mustang began to frown.

"Look. I'll put this as simply as I can Havoc. Are you two screwing each other because you're in love or because it's convenient?"

"Well, to be honest sir," Havoc said, feeling more and more like an idiot with each unanswered question. "We haven't even screwed yet, so I can't really…" Havoc trailed off.

The look that appeared on Mustang's face said all that it needed to. Havoc for one had only ever seen him this frustrated a few times before, usually when it involved either the now departed Hughes, or the infamous Edward Elric.

"What the hell sort of relationship is this?!" Mustang exploded. "Suddenly the two of you are kissing each other in front of the whole damn lunch room, when you're not even sleeping together, or sure that it's serious?! Do you know some of the ridiculous rumors that have been floating around the place because of the two of you?"

"I can imagine," Havoc said by way of an answer. "Thing is sir, well… we kinda had a couple of moments where two people click, and well, he found out something about me, and then he decided to tell me that he'd had a crush on me, and I didn't really want to hurt him, so I thought, what the hell, might as well put a smile on his face, and the next thing I know…"

"Havoc, you're rambling."

"Because, you know, it all just seemed to fall into place…"

"HAVOC!"

"Sorry Colonel."

"Idiot," Mustang sighed, rubbing his temple. "I only caught half of that." Mustang paused for a moment as though think particularly hand.

"Never mind. I don't want to know," Mustang concluded, "but what did you mean he found something out about you?"

Oops, Havoc thought. Way to turn the conversation in the one direction you didn't want it to go.

Havoc thought for a moment. If he was honest with himself then he realized he would never get a better opportunity that this, and hell, if Fuery could muster up enough courage to do it, then so could he.

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss that wasn't exactly gentle to Mustang's mouth, making sure to pull away before he got too involved.

"That I'm in love with you," Havoc answered, before storming out of the room in case Mustang's reaction turned out to be a hostile one.

Mustang sat there for a moment, contemplating Havoc's extremely unexpected reaction, before a definite frown appeared on his face.

"Damn it Havoc! Get your arse back here right now!"

Fuery nearly jumped from his seat as Havoc ran past.

"Jean!" he called out, but Havoc didn't even glance at him.

A few seconds later Mustang's screams could be heard from his office, followed quickly be the presence of the man himself standing in the doorway.

By the look on Mustang's face, everyone in the office could tell that whatever had happened while the door was closed, it wasn't good.

"Colonel Mustang!" Fuery stammered, getting to his feet and running over to his superior. "Sir, what happened? Is everything all right?"

"I think it will be," Mustang growled. "We were just talking about Havoc's relationship with you."

Breda and Falman immediately stopped what they were doing and turned to watch the Colonel and Master Sergeant.

Fuery tried to ignore the muttering that quickly surfaced from his two colleagues and focused on Mustang.

"Sir, with respect, why wasn't I included?"

"Sorry Fuery, but I know you," Mustang said, the frown slipping off his face for a moment. "You would have spent the entire time blushing and dodging my questions."

Mustang paused for a moment.

"Maybe I should have included you though."

"Sir?"

Mustang placed a hand on Fuery's shoulder and leaned in closer, so that no-one else could hear.

"Your boyfriend kissed me."

SLAP!

Fuery hoped that the hit to the side of Havoc's face was as painful as it had sounded. It had certainly been satisfying.

"Ow!" Havoc cried, rubbing his cheek. "What the hell was that for?!"

"Mustang told me what you did," Fuery said. He could feel angry, jealous tears building up behind his eyes, and his voice was cracking, but he forced it all to go away. Now was not the time.

"Hey!" Havoc yelled. "There was an opportunity and I took it! You did the exact same thing!"

"I wasn't already in a relationship when I kissed you!" Fuery yelled back.

"You knew I like Mustang from the start!"

"Yeah! Well he doesn't like you back so what's the point!?"

This silenced Havoc for a moment. Fuery immediately regretted his last words when Havoc's face took on a look of absolute heartbreak. When he next spoke, Havoc's voice was barely above a whisper.

"Yeah, he must be really pissed at me right now, huh?"

"He was pretty angry."

"Hell, I'd probably be angry too if someone kissed me out of the blue like that."

"No you wouldn't," Fuery smiled, sitting next to Havoc. "If I remember correctly, you were actually quite okay with it. A little surprised admittedly, but I think that's to be expected."

"Hey, yeah," Havoc said, beginning to smile. "I sorta forgot about that."

Fuery reached up to Havoc's cheek, gently touching the area where a red mark was already beginning to form.

"I'm sor…" Fuery began to apologize, but was interrupted as Havoc threw his arms around him in a fierce embrace. Fuery suddenly found himself with a noseful of Havoc's scent, of whatever shampoo he used, mixed with the smell of cigarettes and old soap. He breathed deeply, and let his head rest on Havoc's shoulder.

"I'm sorry too," Havoc muttered.

Silence for a moment, and then, very quietly and hesitantly from Havoc…

"This may be asking for a bit much, but please, tell me you love me. I really need to hear it right now."

"I love you," Fuery said, with barely any hesitation whatsoever.

"Thank you," Havoc said, squeezing Fuery tightly and pressing a kiss to the base of his neck.

"Hey," Havoc piped up again after a few minutes of silence. "You don't think Mustang's so angry he'll have me transferred or anything, do you?"

"I doubt it," Fuery answered pulling back from Havoc a little so they could talk face to face. "He does like you after all, just not like…"

"Like I like him," Havoc finished. "Or you like me."

Fuery nodded.

"Hell," Havoc cursed. "This is screwed up."

The two sighed in unison.

"There's no way I'll be getting out of this completely without punishment though, is there?"

"Not a chance," Fuery agreed.

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Mustang drummed his fingers on the table, occasionally glancing up at the two men standing in front of him, and trying to ignore the blush that kept reappearing on their faces.

The past half an hour had been extremely awkward for all of them, but at least now they were all up to speed on the situation.

Havoc waited for his punishment to be announced.

"Right," Mustang said, finally ceasing the movement of his fingers. "I'm going to have to make sure this doesn't cause any more trouble than it already has so… Havoc!"

"Yes sir!" Havoc said, saluting smartly and trying to not look as though he was avoiding Mustang's gaze.

"If you ever so much as hint that I've stolen one of your potential dates ever again, there will be hell to pay, got it?"

"Uh… yes sir."

"The same goes for if you ever try to kiss me again."

"Yes sir…" Even though Havoc sounded downhearted, Fuery couldn't help but smile.

"And as for the two of you," Mustang continued, immediately wiping the smile off Fuery's face. "Any cheating on each other, or any relationship problem whatsoever that affects your performance at work will result in an immediate demotion."

"Yes sir!" Havoc and Fuery responded, saluting once more.

"You're dismissed."

With that the two of them left the room, surprised that neither of them had suffered any sort of real punishment over the incident.

"Sir," Hawkeye inquired after the two had left the room. "Shouldn't there at least be some sort of punishment?"

"There will be," Mustang assured her, smiling. "When I can think of something amusingly ironic enough to do to them, but honestly Hawkeye, who am I to complain. Essentially, the fact that a supposedly straight guy has a crush on me is a pretty big complement, don't you think?"

And then something happened which very rarely happened.

Hawkeye smiled.