Title: Soundproof
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Jean Havoc and Cain Fuery
Theme: #17 Kilohertz
Rating/Warning: PG-13. Contains light yaoi and sexual references.
Disclaimer: I still don't own Fullmetal Alchemist, and I'm not making any money out of borrowing its characters.
Soundproof
Sergeant Stanford liked to think that he wasn't too picky or difficult to get along with. He had put up with a lot of problems since joining the military, but had come through mostly unscathed. Before tonight he had never had a single complaint to make against his next door neighbor, Master Sergeant Cain Fuery. Fuery was, after all, quiet, polite, and rather sweet, despite the fact that he was an officer, and ranked higher than most people in the dormitories.
But tonight, the noises coming from Master Sergeant Cain Fuery's room were slowly driving Sergeant Stanford insane.
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
When he had first heard the noises, he had wondered if maybe he should go next door and make sure that everything was okay. Instead he pressed his ear against the wall, hoping to hear enough to discover what exactly was making the noise. Unfortunately, he did. There was no mistaking the quiet squeaking of springs that accompanied the thumping of what could only be, Stanford now realized, a bed hitting the wall time and time again.
Stanford pulled back from the wall immediately, rolled over, and pretended that the noises didn't exist.
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
He was just becoming good at blocking out the thumping, when the mostly silent night was interrupted by a disturbingly male voice crying out 'oh god, Cain!' much too loudly.
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
Now that Stanford had become aware of the noises again, they didn't seem to be able to leave him alone. He became aware of the voice that had screamed, now muttering things Stanford was glad he couldn't understand, and of the whimpers Stanford pretended he didn't know were coming from a certain Master Sergeant.
Then finally, with another scream that Stanford shoved a pillow over his head in an attempt to block out, the thumping finally stopped.
Stanford breathed a sigh of relief, and settled into a more comfortable position. He hoped he wouldn't have to face Cain Fuery any time over the next couple of weeks, or hell, perhaps the next year, because he knew he would be too embarrassed to say anything.
And then, just as Stanford was beginning to relax and fall asleep again, the thumping started up again.
Stanford moaned a moan that had nothing to do with pleasure, and buried his head under the pillow again.
"You know, normally this sort of thing wouldn't worry me, but we've had five separate complaints!"
Havoc scratched the side of his face and tried to look anywhere but at the angry face of his commanding officer. Fuery laughed nervously.
"I'm sorry sir," he said, his eyes not meeting Mustang's.
"I thought I told the two of you that this relationship of yours was not to interfere with work."
"Well," Havoc began sheepishly. "We're still in a condition that allows us to work effectively."
"But five other people aren't!" Mustang frowned and tried to calm himself down. "Honestly Havoc, you've got a perfectly big apartment where the two of you could probably screw each other without a single person overhearing, and yet the two of you decide for whatever reason that Fuery's dormitory is a better location. Not the best choice you've ever made."
"Well, to be honest sir, we didn't exactly plan for it to happen…"
"Save it Havoc," Mustang interrupted. "All I'm asking is that the two of you either learn to be a little quieter, or choose a rendezvous location that is a little more soundproof than the En Ciel living quarters next time."
Fuery and Havoc breathed a collective sigh of relief.
"Yes sir," they answered in unison.
"Damn it," Havoc cursed quietly as soon as they were away from Mustang. "I kind of liked your bed. It has good memories now, you know?"
Fuery blushed bright red and gave Havoc a small smile, surprising Havoc by intertwining their hands tightly.
Breda had apparently noticed this gesture, because he quickly turned to look away from them, a faint patch of red appearing on his cheeks as he did.
"I suppose it would have been a pain going to your dormitory all the time anyway," Havoc commented as they exited the room.
"But your apartment is so far away from headquarters," Fuery complained.
"Don't worry," Havoc said, squeezing Fuery's hand tightly. "I'll just drive you."
The two of them sat down together at Fuery's desk, silent for a few seconds, until Havoc grinned, and squeezed Fuery's hand again.
"You know, there's an easy solution to all this," Havoc said.
"What's that?" Fuery questioned.
Havoc smile grew, and he placed a kiss on Fuery's cheek.
"You move in with me."