Title: Room 10
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Jean Havoc and Cain Fuery
Theme: #10 - #10
Rating/Warning: PG-13. Contains light yaoi and sexual references.
Disclaimer: How's this; I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist. Please don't sue me.

Room 10

Havoc hesitated for a few moments, before knocking on the door of En Ciel living quarters room number 10. It was a while before the owner of the room answered, bleary-eyed and wearing, to Jean's amusement, pink pajamas with small puppies on them.

Cain Fuery wasn't wearing any glasses, so he took a few seconds to blink and focus, before jumping back from the doorway in shock.

"Jean!" he squealed, blushing bright red.

"Hiya," Jean held up a hand in a pointless gesture of greeting, grinning from ear to ear as he did so.

"It's past ten," Fuery noted with some alarm. "Did something happen?"

"Not really," Jean answered, pushing past Fuery to let himself in the apartment. He looked around the small living quarters for a while, noticing that it wasn't quite as uncluttered and organized as he had imagined. It was still pristine when compared to his own apartment, but that wasn't difficult. His own place was a pigsty.

"You go to bed too early," Jean told his boyfriend. "Seriously, ten-thirty and you're already asleep?"

Fuery tried to look angry. This only made Havoc smile even more.

"What are you doing here?" Fuery asked.

Havoc put down a photo of Fuery and some girl he guessed was Fuery's sister, and looked up at the ceiling for a few seconds as though considering his answer.

"Are these walls soundproof?" Havoc suddenly asked.

"What?!" was Fuery's immediate response. "I'm not sure. Everyone's pretty quiet, so it's hard to tell. I'd say that no noise would go through unless it was really loud. Why? If whatever you have to tell me is that important, then maybe we should go somewhere else?"

"Nah," Havoc dismissed the idea and took a seat on the corner of Fuery's bed. "We'll just have to make sure that we're quiet. You know, considering you're an officer, this place is pretty small."

"I guess I don't really need anything bigger," Fuery reasoned. "Plus I'm barely ever here. Now, if you don't mind me asking; why exactly are you here?"

"And here I thought you'd be happy to see me," Jean pretended to be put out, meanwhile stretching his arms and falling back to make himself comfortable on Fuery's bed.

Fuery sat down beside Havoc. "You're just here to… visit me?" Fuery groaned and tried to smile. "Sorry about the bad reception. I should have offered you coffee or something."

"No, that's okay."

"You just surprised me is all," Fuery shook his head and sighed. "I thought something terrible had happened!"

Havoc grinned, and shuffled around on the bed until his head was resting in Fuery's lap.

"Something terrible did happen," he said quietly.

For a second Fuery was worried, then he looked down and saw the barely suppressed grin on his boyfriend's face.

"I was sitting there on my couch, all by myself, and was suddenly gripped by complete and utter loneliness," Jean explained in a horribly melodramatic fashion. "I longed to see your face! So I thought why the hell not come and visit you? I had to look up your room number, but that was a piece of cake 'cause of my rank."

Fuery smiled and played with Havoc's hair for a while, before a thought that he really shouldn't have been thinking passed through his mind, and he couldn't help but wonder.

"So, uh… why did you ask if the walls were soundproof?"

The wide grin that appeared on Havoc's face then was one so devilish that Fuery didn't know whether to be excited or scared. He lifted himself off Fuery and brought his hand up to cup the side of Fuery's face.

"Because Cain," Havoc whispered in Fuery's ear, sending the Master Sergeant's whole body into shivers and goosebumps. "We wouldn't want your neighbors to hear us, would we?"

A series of butterfly kisses landed on Fuery's neck then, confirming exactly what Havoc's intentions were. Fuery felt his heart begin to beat faster as Jean pulled him down to lie on the bed. The two of them had yet to go further than kissing, and Fuery knew that he really should object to the fact that Havoc hadn't really asked him if going any further was okay, but as Havoc's mouth collided with his own, and Havoc's hands began to slip underneath his pajamas any doubts or objections completely fled from Cain Fuery's mind.

Within ten minutes a set of pink puppy pajamas and a slightly larger military uniform were lying crumpled together on the floor of room 10.