It was a perfectly ordinary afternoon at Eastern Command, which for Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc meant he was standing in a cramped file room with a large box stuffed to the brim with manila folders trying his best to shove them into the right spots in the many filing cabinets.

He wrinkled his nose a bit at the stale smelling air in the seldom-used room. It was rare that anyone came in here, the room was tiny and so full of filing cabinets that he could barely see the door. There was a single hanging bulb above his head giving off a loud electric hum as it cast a shoddy yellow light down above his head.

"Can't even smoke in here." Jean sighed to himself. He would be indulging one of his favorite vices if he could, but Hawkeye had been terrifyingly clear in her warning about what would happen to him if he lit one up in a cramped, dry room full of paper and started a fire; and as much as Jean loved to bend the rules, he knew better than to push his luck with Hawkeye.

As he crammed a few folders into one of the filing cabinets, he couldn't help but glance around the cramped room. If it wasn't so small, this would make a perfect place to go to hide from duty. Aside from the rows of filing cabinets, there was a small wooden table and a single chair tucked in the corner along with an old oil lamp that no one had bothered to refill for years. He wondered if he could sneak in here to play cards with Breda and Falman... maybe if they moved a couple of the cabinets, but to where?

His fantasy about his own private clubhouse at work was interrupted when he heard the door swing open and the clicking of military boots on the cold floor. His first assumption was that Hawkeye had come to check on his progress, or maybe even the Colonel himself – though Jean knew that he would never do any task that he could instead hoist off on his overworked number two.

Instead of either of them, he spotted a beautiful woman with long bushy hair and big brown eyes. Jeans' face lit up in excitement at the sight of Rebecca Catalina. Like him, she was a Second Lieutenant, though she worked for he General and not directly under Jean's boss. She was a handy soldier and quite adept at her job, but more importantly – to Jean – she was a very... good friend.

"Becca! You came to visit me while I'm bored out of my mind! That's amazing." Jean called out to her with an enormous smile on his face – which quickly faltered when she jumped upon hearing someone called out.

"... Jean? Shit, okay, it's just you." Rebecca looked like she'd been startled and had no clue he was in here. She walked over to him, raising an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

Havoc was crestfallen when he realized that she hadn't come to see him, but had just accidentally stumbled onto him. He sighed slightly and motioned towards the box of file folders on the floor by his feet. "Just filing away some of the Colonel's stupid paperwork. I bet he didn't even read half of this shit."

"I'm sure he did. Riza would kill him if he doesn't." Catalina shrugged her shoulders as she manuevered her way between the cramped filing cabinets to come and stand beside Jean.

Jean hesitated. That was right, Catalina was basically Hawkeye's best friend. He had known that for years but somehow he always forgot. They just seemed so different that it was hard for him to picture them out together. Hawkeye was as straight-laced as a person could be. She followed all the rules and somehow kept the entire team in line. Even the Colonel seemed to listen to her, and he was supposed to be their boss!

That had always fueled Jean's personal theory that Mustang and Hawkeye had something going on in secret, but there was no way he was poking too far into that. They were his friends; and they were also terrifying and Jean didn't need to piss off a woman who had allegedly never missed a shot or a man who could summon fire with the snap of his fingers.

Catalina, though, she was like him. Just a normal person in the military, doing her job and going home. She was also like him in that everyone seemed to always talk about her dating problems. He'd heard her complain a million times that she could never find a nice guy to settle down with and get out of the military. He had the opposite problem; every woman he dated always either broke his heart, robbed him or left him naked and handcuffed to a park bench.

Admittedly that had only happened once, but even once was too much.

"So if you didn't come to brighten up my day, what are you doing here?" Jean asked as he stuffed a few more files in the cabinet, now paying less attention to what he was doing as he stared at Rebecca.

"To get this!" Rebecca grinned as him as she walked over to the little table in the corner. He raised a skeptical eyebrow as she suddenly bent down and started rummaging around beneath the table, apparently looking for something. Jean could hear the sound of tape being peeled but he was barely paying attention. The baggy blue military pants they all wore didn't do much for anyone's figure, but Catalina bending over was still a welcome sight and Jean couldn't look away.

When she stood back up and turned around to catch him slack-jawed and obviously checking her out she just rolled her eyes. She was used to it from Jean. They had long had an... arrangement. They weren't dating and never had; but there had been a number of hook ups in the past on leave, or at various military events.

"Ta-da!" She produced a small circular gold tube that had apparently been taped to the underside of the table.

Now Jean could only blink. "... Lipstick? I'm confused."

"This isn't just any lipstick, Havoc!" Catalina shook her head. "This shit is imported from Creta! You can't buy it anywhere in Amestris! You don't even want to know what it cost to get it."

Havoc agreed with that statement. From the sound of things the answer was a lot and he was sure he'd react poorly to however much she'd apparently paid for it. He had another question that was bugging him a lot more, anyway. "Why was it taped to the underside of a table in our shittiest record's room?"

Now it was Rebecca's turn to roll her eyes. "Come on, Jean, I just said you can't get this in Amestris. I had to work out a deal with the guy in the mail room to convince a buddy of his in West City to cross the boarder and buy it for me. Mail guy left it in here for me."

"... Why didn't he just stick it in an envelop and deliver to you. You know. Like the mail." Havoc blinked in bewilderment.

"I wanted to feel like a spy; sue me bitch." Catalina stuck out her tongue as she whipped off the lid of the lipstick. She twisted it, revealing a black stick that smelled vaguely of berries. Jean stood and watched her apply it and became very aware of the scent.

When she finished, Catalina smirked. "Wow, it really does have a sweet taste. I'd heard that about it but you know how they are with make up, people say all kinds of shit."

"I... don't know, actually. I barely brush my hair let alone wear make up." Havoc shrugged his shoulders earning him yet another eye roll from Rebecca. "But you say it taste sweet? Interesting..."

This time it was Catalina who quirked her eyebrow. She knew exactly where Jean was going with this... and a smirk quickly crossed her lips. Messing with Jean Havoc was the easiest source of fun in all of Eastern Command. "Oh? Sounds like you want a taste."

Jean grinned broadly. 'Jackpot', he thought to himself as he took a step forward, closing the distance between the two of them. "It's like you read my mind, Becca."

Catalina gave him a wicked grin, stepping closer to him and intentionally leaning close enough that her chest was brushing slightly against his. She started to lean up at him, pursing her lips and she saw Jean immediately moved to kiss her. That's when she held up the lipstick container between the two of them, pressing it gently to his lips.

"Go on, taste it." Rebecca gave him her best 'innocent' smile.

Jean saw through it in an instant. He knew Catalina didn't have an innocent bone in her body. He frowned as he realized her little joke and he pulled back with a deep sigh. "I meant I wanted to taste it from your lips."

"Oooooh." Rebecca was playing dumb and Jean knew it. She started to laugh as she slipped the lid of the lipstick back on and then quickly stashed it in her pocket. "You should have just said that. I figured you were some kind of weirdo who wanted to lick the tube."

"Why do you delight in fucking with me?" Havoc asked as he grumpily crossed his arms.

Catalina cackled. That reaction was exactly why she loved to mess with Jean. He made it so easy. He wore his emotions on his sleeve in a way that few people did. She slipped her arms around his neck and pulled him close so their foreheads were touching and he could feel her breath on his lips. "Don't worry Jean. I also delight in fucking you."

All the light that had previously faded from Havoc's eyes was back; and he immediately wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tighter against him. He leaned in and kissed her before she could say anything else, always a decent move when dealing with Catalina. To his delight, she kissed him back and actually deepened the kiss, darting her tongue into his mouth to start wrestling with his.

Suddenly Jean didn't mind the teasing. He kissed her hungrily; until she suddenly pulled away and left him whimpering like a hungry dog. "... I thought you wanted to fuck me?"

"I do," Catalina laughed. "But we're at work."

"Nobody ever comes in here." Havoc pointed out. They were alone in a seldom used filing room. Even if someone came to the door, no one would see them behind the filing cabinets. He was already debating whether the wooden table would be strong enough to hold up to him bending her over it.

"Nobody comes in here because it's gross." Rebecca scrunched up her nose. "The floor is dusty and it smells funky. I'm not taking off my pants in here, Jean."

Now the blond was panicking. "Becca... I can't just go back to the office like this."

"Like wha- oh." Rebecca was confused until she glanced down and notice the very obvious bulge in Havoc's pants. Even with the baggy military uniform, it was readily apparent that he was hard. She could just imagine him trying to make it back to his desk without anyone noticing.

So could Jean. He knew Breda would make a joke. Falman would be nice enough to pretend not to notice. Furey would blush and look away. All of that would be bad... but it was Hawkeye he worried about. He was supposed to be filing paperwork and instead he comes back with a boner? She'd assume the worst and be pissed.

… and Mustang. Mustang would mock him mercilessly, that hypocrite!

"Come on, Becca! You know I'll never live it down." Havoc puffed out his bottom lip and gave her the saddest eyes he could muster. He wished he could cry on cue, it would have really sold his desperation... or been overkill and she would have made fun of him.

"You're such a baby." Catalina gave a sigh. "... Fine, I'll blow you only because there's a chair I can sit in; but you better warn me before you cum and if you get it on my uniform I'll kill you."

"Yes ma'am!" Havoc grinned and saluted her in excitement. Catalina rolled her eyes at him yet again but she walked over and took a seat by the old wooden desk. She paused and then unbuttoned the jacket on her uniform. She hated wearing it and almost always found an excuse to take the heavy jacket off. She tossed it onto the table, leaving her in a tight, long-sleeve blue shirt.

Havoc much preferred that shirt to the uniform. He could see her curves better like this and he licked his lips at the sight. He could still taste the strange, vaguely sweet taste of her lipstick on his lips. He approached her with his enormous grin as he started to unhook his belt.

She reached out and helped make quick work of his pants, pulling them and Havoc's boxers down around his ankles. She leaned forward and wrapped her fingers around his cock, which was already standing fully at attention like a good soldier. Rebecca pumped her hand down his shaft and Havoc started to moan quite loudly.

Normally she enjoyed his moans. She liked the verbal tell that he was enjoying this; but she knew it was risky in here. Even if no one had a reason to normally come in this office, they would if they heard him making a racket. "If we get caught I'm going to kill you. I don't need the whole office thinking I'm a slut."

"But you- nothing."

"I'm holding your cock, Jean, choose your words carefully."

"No I didn't say anything."

Rebecca was tempted to leave him high and dry, but she could see the need in his eyes and she did like Jean. More than she let on. There was a tiny part of her that wondered what would happen if they actually tried dating sometime. It was hard to picture him as the guy she'd been looking for all this time, and he a relationship with him was unlikely to get her out of the military – but she didn't hate the thought.

'Eh. I'll worry about that later.' Rebecca thought as she leaned forward and took him into her mouth.

Jean immediately groaned, but he sank his teeth into his bottom lip to try to drown out the sound. Rebecca's mouth was warm and wet and wonderful. Her tongue immediately darted out to slide along his shaft, licking just below the head and driving him wild.

Rebecca knew all of Havoc's weak spots. She knew if she sucked on the tip hard enough he would break down moaning and be unable to help himself. She knew if she sucked on the ridge on the back of his tip he would practically cry with joy. She knew if she took him out of her mouth and blew softly on the wet skin it would make him shudder uncontrollably.

She liked having him in the palm of her hand. She took him deep, engulfing as much of his shaft as would fit and making Jean's knees buckle slightly. She would have laughed if her mouth wasn't full of cock. As she drew back to tease the tip she noticed that her lipstick left a round ring on his skin and it was her turn to shudder.

Something about seeing the lipstick smear on his dick was hotter than she expected. It was a big, bold, black mark that screamed to the world that she'd been there. Not that she expected anyone else was going to see Jean's dick that day; but it was still a hot fantasy. She took him back in, but not as far this time, and she sucked down hard.

Jean was moaning and not even paying attention to her trying to leave a second ring of lipstick on his dick. He didn't care. He couldn't care about anything. This felt too damn good. It was taking all of his concentration to keep his knees from buckling completely and falling to the dirty floor. He moved his hips slightly, pushing into her mouth, eager to be utterly consumed by her warmth.

Rebecca found that a little annoying. She didn't mind the cock in her mouth, but she was trying to leave a ring and with his movement it was turning instead into a smear. She smacked Jean in the leg as she moved further up, so now she only had the tip in her mouth. One final ring, just on the tip and it would be perfect. She didn't even mind that her very expensive lipstick was now coating his cock more than it was her lips.

"Fuck," Havoc closed his eyes. This wasn't her normal blowjob but it was still hot; and all the attention she was paying to his sensitive head was really working a number on him. Jean put his hand on her head. He wished her hair was down and he could tangle his fingers in it, but she had it tied back in a ponytail and he couldn't reach well from where he stood.

She knew what that 'fuck' meant. They'd been doing it long enough that she knew Havoc's tells. She was grinning. He seemed to like this, even if she was sure he hadn't noticed the lipstick stains. She would definitely remember that for next time, but now she was eager to push him over the edge so she could get back to work!

She took firm hold of his shaft as she bobbed her head up and down on him. Her tongue paid special attention to the tip and she made sure to breath a lot of warm air on him. Havoc's grip on her head tightened a bit and in one final go Catalina slammed him down as deep as she could and was rewarded with a very loud moan as he twitched in her mouth. A split-second later and she felt her cheeks full of something warm and bitter.

Rebecca hesitated for only a second, but she couldn't very well make a mess on her shirt so she swallowed it all down with a large gulp. Havoc stood tense for a moment as he pumped out the last of his cum and then he collapsed backwards, falling to the floor. Rebecca had to cover her mouth as she laughed, seeing Jean's bare ass collide with the dusty floor was as funny as it was gross.

"Okay, you need a shower after that." Rebecca teased him as she hopped up from the chair, wiped her mouth on her sleeve, and grabbed her jacket. "Later, Jean! Oh and you fucking owe me so next time you're chowing down on me, got it?"

Jean was still shaky from post-orgasm bliss and he couldn't form the words, but he gave a very pathetic salute to show he understood. Rebecca gave another laugh as she slipped her jacket back on and quickly headed out of the room.

Havoc sat there for a few minutes unable to move. Then he realized he was sitting on the gross floor with his pants around his ankles and he quickly stood up. As he moved to pull his pants and boxers back up, he noticed the stains on his dick and his eyebrow raised.

"The fuck? Is that lipstick?"