Temptation (Mustang x Havoc) For 12_Fics #18- Temptation (Replaces #3- Lottery)
Title: Temptation
Author: SeaweedOtter
Set + Theme: #1, #18-Temptation (replacing #3-Lottery)
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Jean Havoc x Roy Mustang (Romantic)
Rating: PG
Genres: Romance, Humor
Warnings: None, really.
Word Count: 1109
Disclaimer: Silly fully Yaoi goodness.
Summary: Hunger comes in many forms.
"Man, this place is huge!" Master Sgt. Jean Havoc looked up at the building with wide blue eyes. As tall as he was, he still had to crane his neck far back to take in the whole scope of the building.
He blinked a couple of times, then pulled out and uncrumpled the severely folded piece of paper from his uniform pocket and read it for at least the tenth time that day.
"Lt. Colonel Roy Mustang. 3rd story, room 308. Hmm. I wonder what kind of commanding officer he will be? I hope he isn't real strict like my last C.O., back in boot camp. "He shivered and shoved the paper back in his pocket. "Oh well. I guess there is only one way to find out."
He took one last pull off of his cigarette and dropped it in the ashcan by the front steps of Central Command and started to walk up the steps. "Oh well. Here goes nothing."
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After close to half an hour of aimlessly wandering around the building- first trying to find the stairwell, then trying to find which of the many hallways housed room 308, Havoc finally came to a plain, darkly stained wood door on and oddly bluish two toned wall.
Havoc knocked at the door. "Come in." was the almost monotone response from behind the wood. He opened the door slowly and peeked his head inside. "Um, Lt. Colonel Mustang, sir?"
"Yes, what is it?" The man didn't even look up from his paperwork to answer. He sounded rather annoyed at being disturbed.
The young officer walked fully into the room, standing up straight and saluting. "Master Sgt. Jean Havoc, reporting for duty, sir!" Mustang finally looked up from his paperwork for just a moment, only long enough to return the salute and point to a chair, then he looked down again.
"At ease, Master Sgt. Please, have a seat." Havoc relaxed and took one of the seats at the hug table that seemed to dwarf the rest of the room in the dead center. "I just need to finish up a little bit of paperwork. I will be with you in just a moment."
"Um, okay, sir." Havoc really didn't know what else to say, so he crossed his legs and nervously tapped his foot lightly and looked around the room. It was sparsely furnished.
Except for the giant table that was in the middle of the room, there was only Mustang's desk that sat against the outer wall, with several windows behind it, a couple of more wooden chairs scatter around the room that matched the table, and one well worn, overstuffed black leather couch to finish out the large, mostly empty office.
Inevitably, his eyes wandered back to his new commanding officer, who now had his eyes focused down on the papers that still sat on his desk, frustration showing plainly on his face and low, mumbled curses falling occasionally from his mouth, so softly that Havoc almost didn't hear them.
His foot tapping grew louder and faster, his military issued boots now tapping
loudly on the linoleum floor. Why couldn't he take his eyes off of that man? He was certainly not like anyone else he had ever seen before.
The first thing that had struck him were those eyes. He had never seen anything like them, thin and deep black. He looked almost foreign with this dark hair and thin eyes. It was hard to tell while he was sitting down, but he didn't look exceptionally tall or broad.
He was not effeminate, not by any stretch of the imagination. But he looked almost... delicate. His deep voice and hard eyes belayed even that description. As he turned all of this over and over in his head, Havoc's eyes knitted, trying to think of a good way to describe the man.
Handsome.
Havoc coughed and shook his head vigorously, as if that would help him shake those thoughts out of his head, and attempted to push that back to the furthest part of his mind as he could.
"Is there a problem, Master Sgt.?"
His eyes went wide. 'What if he noticed? What if he knows that I am staring at him? What if- he.. liked it?' He shook his head again and cleared his throat, quickly looking away from the man's wilting gaze. "No, sir. I'm sorry. I was just staring out into space and my mind was wandering."
He made a noncommittal noise, like a grunt, and looked back down at his paperwork- at the pile that seemingly hadn't shrunk a bit. "I apologize for making you wait. Just give me one more moment."
'He isn't very friendly, but at least he is polite.' Havoc thought to himself. "Yes sir." He replied and looked back down at his boots, trying not to let his eyes wander back towards the handsome man behind the desk.
'Damnit, Havoc! Get it together!' He thought, his eyes moving from that annoying little blemish on the toe of his left boot back to the man sitting behind the desk. He tried to look away, but it was only a few moments before he was once again watching the hand that held the pen, moving lazily across the paper, the raven hair falling over his pale skin.
Why did his mouth feel dry, he wondered? He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. And why did his pants suddenly feel rather tighter than they had just a few moments before? 'This can't be right,' the thought. "Not only is he your commanding officer, but he is a *man*! You like women! What about that busty blonde you went out with just a couple of weeks ago?' He groaned softly and wiggled a little more in his seat. That had made him feel even worse.
"Master Sgt. Havoc. Are you are that you are alright?" Havoc looked up from where he had forced himself to look at his boots again to see Lt. Colonel Mustang standing right in front of him. He panicked and uncrossed his legs, banging the top of his kneecap as he did so. He bit his lip trying not to cry out in pain. He looked pitifully up at his boss. "Uh, yes, sir. I'm just nervous, my first day on the job and all."
"Mustang shook his head lightly and replied in the same bored, monotone voice.
"Alright. Let's go, then. I'm going to show you around the building, so you know the various places you will be going." Havoc just nodded dumbly. He was sure that the man could tell he was pale and sweating, his heart racing. He hesitated to stand for a moment, not sure if there would be an embarrassing sight awaiting him.
He took a few steps towards the door, then turned around. "Well? Are you coming?" Mustang sounded, and looked annoyed, and Havoc really had no intention of getting off an a bad foot with his new boss, although it looked to him like it was already too late for that.
'Just think about your mother.' He told himself. 'Your mother.' He took a deep breath, pulled back the chair, and stood up. Immediately he braved a quick look downwards at himself. Everything seemed to be alright. He breathed a huge sigh of relief, and smiled for the first time that day.
"Yes, sir, chief!" He grinned goofily and followed the man out of the door and down the hallway, only partially listening to what the man was saying. 'Whew.' He thought. "At least if I am only staring at the back of his head, I can keep this temptation at bay.'
Author: SeaweedOtter
Set + Theme: #1, #18-Temptation (replacing #3-Lottery)
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Jean Havoc x Roy Mustang (Romantic)
Rating: PG
Genres: Romance, Humor
Warnings: None, really.
Word Count: 1109
Disclaimer: Silly fully Yaoi goodness.
Summary: Hunger comes in many forms.
"Man, this place is huge!" Master Sgt. Jean Havoc looked up at the building with wide blue eyes. As tall as he was, he still had to crane his neck far back to take in the whole scope of the building.
He blinked a couple of times, then pulled out and uncrumpled the severely folded piece of paper from his uniform pocket and read it for at least the tenth time that day.
"Lt. Colonel Roy Mustang. 3rd story, room 308. Hmm. I wonder what kind of commanding officer he will be? I hope he isn't real strict like my last C.O., back in boot camp. "He shivered and shoved the paper back in his pocket. "Oh well. I guess there is only one way to find out."
He took one last pull off of his cigarette and dropped it in the ashcan by the front steps of Central Command and started to walk up the steps. "Oh well. Here goes nothing."
___________________________________________________________________________
After close to half an hour of aimlessly wandering around the building- first trying to find the stairwell, then trying to find which of the many hallways housed room 308, Havoc finally came to a plain, darkly stained wood door on and oddly bluish two toned wall.
Havoc knocked at the door. "Come in." was the almost monotone response from behind the wood. He opened the door slowly and peeked his head inside. "Um, Lt. Colonel Mustang, sir?"
"Yes, what is it?" The man didn't even look up from his paperwork to answer. He sounded rather annoyed at being disturbed.
The young officer walked fully into the room, standing up straight and saluting. "Master Sgt. Jean Havoc, reporting for duty, sir!" Mustang finally looked up from his paperwork for just a moment, only long enough to return the salute and point to a chair, then he looked down again.
"At ease, Master Sgt. Please, have a seat." Havoc relaxed and took one of the seats at the hug table that seemed to dwarf the rest of the room in the dead center. "I just need to finish up a little bit of paperwork. I will be with you in just a moment."
"Um, okay, sir." Havoc really didn't know what else to say, so he crossed his legs and nervously tapped his foot lightly and looked around the room. It was sparsely furnished.
Except for the giant table that was in the middle of the room, there was only Mustang's desk that sat against the outer wall, with several windows behind it, a couple of more wooden chairs scatter around the room that matched the table, and one well worn, overstuffed black leather couch to finish out the large, mostly empty office.
Inevitably, his eyes wandered back to his new commanding officer, who now had his eyes focused down on the papers that still sat on his desk, frustration showing plainly on his face and low, mumbled curses falling occasionally from his mouth, so softly that Havoc almost didn't hear them.
His foot tapping grew louder and faster, his military issued boots now tapping
loudly on the linoleum floor. Why couldn't he take his eyes off of that man? He was certainly not like anyone else he had ever seen before.
The first thing that had struck him were those eyes. He had never seen anything like them, thin and deep black. He looked almost foreign with this dark hair and thin eyes. It was hard to tell while he was sitting down, but he didn't look exceptionally tall or broad.
He was not effeminate, not by any stretch of the imagination. But he looked almost... delicate. His deep voice and hard eyes belayed even that description. As he turned all of this over and over in his head, Havoc's eyes knitted, trying to think of a good way to describe the man.
Handsome.
Havoc coughed and shook his head vigorously, as if that would help him shake those thoughts out of his head, and attempted to push that back to the furthest part of his mind as he could.
"Is there a problem, Master Sgt.?"
His eyes went wide. 'What if he noticed? What if he knows that I am staring at him? What if- he.. liked it?' He shook his head again and cleared his throat, quickly looking away from the man's wilting gaze. "No, sir. I'm sorry. I was just staring out into space and my mind was wandering."
He made a noncommittal noise, like a grunt, and looked back down at his paperwork- at the pile that seemingly hadn't shrunk a bit. "I apologize for making you wait. Just give me one more moment."
'He isn't very friendly, but at least he is polite.' Havoc thought to himself. "Yes sir." He replied and looked back down at his boots, trying not to let his eyes wander back towards the handsome man behind the desk.
'Damnit, Havoc! Get it together!' He thought, his eyes moving from that annoying little blemish on the toe of his left boot back to the man sitting behind the desk. He tried to look away, but it was only a few moments before he was once again watching the hand that held the pen, moving lazily across the paper, the raven hair falling over his pale skin.
Why did his mouth feel dry, he wondered? He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. And why did his pants suddenly feel rather tighter than they had just a few moments before? 'This can't be right,' the thought. "Not only is he your commanding officer, but he is a *man*! You like women! What about that busty blonde you went out with just a couple of weeks ago?' He groaned softly and wiggled a little more in his seat. That had made him feel even worse.
"Master Sgt. Havoc. Are you are that you are alright?" Havoc looked up from where he had forced himself to look at his boots again to see Lt. Colonel Mustang standing right in front of him. He panicked and uncrossed his legs, banging the top of his kneecap as he did so. He bit his lip trying not to cry out in pain. He looked pitifully up at his boss. "Uh, yes, sir. I'm just nervous, my first day on the job and all."
"Mustang shook his head lightly and replied in the same bored, monotone voice.
"Alright. Let's go, then. I'm going to show you around the building, so you know the various places you will be going." Havoc just nodded dumbly. He was sure that the man could tell he was pale and sweating, his heart racing. He hesitated to stand for a moment, not sure if there would be an embarrassing sight awaiting him.
He took a few steps towards the door, then turned around. "Well? Are you coming?" Mustang sounded, and looked annoyed, and Havoc really had no intention of getting off an a bad foot with his new boss, although it looked to him like it was already too late for that.
'Just think about your mother.' He told himself. 'Your mother.' He took a deep breath, pulled back the chair, and stood up. Immediately he braved a quick look downwards at himself. Everything seemed to be alright. He breathed a huge sigh of relief, and smiled for the first time that day.
"Yes, sir, chief!" He grinned goofily and followed the man out of the door and down the hallway, only partially listening to what the man was saying. 'Whew.' He thought. "At least if I am only staring at the back of his head, I can keep this temptation at bay.'