Hughes Ficathon
Whoo ha! I love writing! ^_^ So naturally, entering this Hughes Ficathon was an easy thing for me. Nyaaa... I don’t know what else to say up here. Might as well introduce myself. My name is Trinity Renee, and I am an avid yaoi fic-er (“Hi Trin.”). So um, anyway, I love Hughes, thus being in this contest thingie. I hope that whoever I wrote the story for likes it. ^.^ On to legal stuff.
These characters aren’t mine. I do not and will not own Fullmetal Alchemist, so don’t sue me.
This fic is rated NC-17 for smut and whatever else I decide to throw in
Pairing: Havoc/Hughes
This fic takes place around Episode 13, okay? I hope you enjoy the story!!
Bull’s Eye
By Trinity Renee
It was a warm day in Eastern City. The birds were singing, the squirrels were dancing. Everyone in Eastern City seemed to be happy, that is... Everyone except- “GODDAMNIT!!” ... Hughes.
“Hey now, Lt. Colonel. Don’t be too upset.” Havoc offered the spiky-haired Lt. Colonel a smile, the ever-burning cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He and Hughes was at the shooting range, trying to pass some time while the higher-ups tried to figure out what to do with the alchemist killer, Scar. Hughes should have been with them, but then being with that many people and not being able to talk about his beautiful daughter Elysia... Well, that just wouldn’t do!
“See? This is why I resort to knives.” Hughes muttered as he looked at the paper he was using as target practice. The paper had a few holes in it, all not even near the actual target. With a sigh, Hughes put the gun down and whipped out a picture of his daughter, needing something as cute as his little girl to make him happy again. Havoc, on the other hand, just shook his head.
“Lt. Colonel, you’re not even trying!” He picked up the handgun and examined it for a moment. “You have to steady yourself before you fire. Look, I might not be as great of a marksman as Hawkeye is, but at least I can hit the broad side of a barn.”
“Not helping, Lieutenant.”
“...Sorry... But anyway! You just need more practice.”
Hughes couldn’t help but pout even more. “I still like my knives better... At least I can make a bull’s eye with it.”
“Oh really?” Havoc looked at Hughes, silently challenging him to a duel. Hughes, being the man to never back down (except in very dangerous situations when living was a key detail to making sure someone told the tale), smirked and stood, producing one of his infamous knives from the sleeve of his uniform jacket.
“First one to miss a bull’s eye-”
“Looses.” Hughes finished the sentence, moving to throw his knife before pausing. “Wait... What does the winner get?”
“Um...” Havoc paused for a second, thinking. He was supposed to choose the prize? Looking at Hughes, a thought struck him. Hughes was very good looking for a man, and since Roy always got the women, maybe he can... A smirk crossed against Havoc’s lips. “Winner gets to have the looser.”
“‘Have’? What do you mean have?” Hughes raised an eyebrow, taking a slight step backwards.
“You know...” Havoc started, shrugging his shoulders as he loaded the pistol. “Have. Like Roy does to every woman I get.”
“You had to bring the Colonel into this, didn’t you?”
“Every damn woman...” Havoc whimpered, a river of tears flowing down his face. Hughes couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
“Come on, let’s start.”
“Right!” Havoc grinned and aimed at the target, making the first bull’s eye of the day.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“You know... I think I need to get back to Central sometime soon... See my wife and daughter...”
“Hey, you agreed to the terms before we started the contest.”
“I wasn’t expecting to be scared out of my mind by Hawkeye!”
“You still missed.”
“I demand a rematch!”
Hughes and Havoc sat in the darkness of Havoc’s dorm room, the blonde Lieutenant on top of the Lt. Colonel. They were already half undressed and Hughes was having some doubt. After all, he was a married man. He shouldn’t be doing this with a man, let alone with a subordinate. It was fraternization, right? “Havoc, I think we should-ah!”
Havoc wrapped his lips around one of Hughes’ nipples, suckling softly as his hand moved down to pull at the other man’s pants. It was bad enough that every woman he would get, Roy took, but now he was going after a married man. He should have cared. He should have, but then Hughes agreed to it before they started the match. It was only right. “Lt. Colonel, calm down, will you? I don’t want to hurt you...”
“I still say we should reconsider.”
“You agreed to this. Just because you lost doesn’t mean you can go back on your word.”
“But I was inter- umph!” Hughes’ words were taken away by Havoc’s lips, the blonde slipping his hand down under the waistband of Hughes’ underwear. To both of their surprise, Hughes was already hard. Just the thought lit a fire in Havoc’s body.
“Why Lt. Colonel... I believe your body is saying something different.” Havoc smirked, shifting to pull the hardened member out of Hughes’ pants. He stroked it softly, watching the emotions play over Hughes’ face. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
“It lies...” Hughes choked out, his fingers grabbing the pillow that layed next to his head. Oh it felt good, he wouldn’t deny that. A smile graced Havoc’s lips as he moved down, engulfing the straining member between his lips. Hughes let off a loud moan, the feeling of someone’s mouth over his erection indescribable. Havoc worked to give Hughes the best oral sex in history, wanting the Lt. Colonel to open up to him so that when he actually took him, it wouldn’t seem like rape. Hughes figured this out, and easily complied. “Oh god, Havoc!!”
“Jean...” Havoc mumbled as he pulled back, looking up at Hughes. The look on the man’s face made Havoc want more, but he had to take his time, afraid of hurting Hughes. He dragged his tongue up the underside of Hughes’ erection, lapping up what had gathered at the top with a purr. Hughes let off another noise, only causing Havoc to spur on.
“Jean...” Hughes mumbled, looking at Havoc. “A... are you... sure...”
“Yes I’m sure.” Havoc mumbled, finally pulling Hughes’ pants and underwear off as he opened his own confining trousers. “Besides, I’m sure you’ll like this. I mean, how many times have you and the Colonel done it?”
“You ha-had to bring... him in...”
“Heh, sorry.” Havoc reached out to his bedside table, digging around the drawer for the tube of lube he kept there for situations just like this. When he grabbed it, Hughes couldn’t help but notice, looking at Havoc with a curious expression.
“You always keep lube with you?”
“Huh?”
“Are you always expecting to screw someone?”
A deep blush crossed Havoc’s cheeks as he shook his head. “No! I just... keep it here!!” The answer pulled a laugh from Hughes, who couldn’t help but place a soft kiss on Havoc’s cheek.
“Funny...”
“Yeah, yeah...” Havoc mumbled as he covered his fingers in the clear substance, pushing them down to trace around Hughes’ puckered entrance. Hughes gave off a gasp, his back arching to the touch. The movement only caused one finger to slip inside of the Lt. Colonel, forcing him to gasp again.
“Oh god...!”
“Careful there, Lt. Colonel...” Havoc murmured, pushing the finger in to the knuckle before pulling it back out, repeating the process. The way Hughes felt around his finger... He wanted more. Slowly, Havoc pushed in a second, making a scissoring motion as he watched the expressions cross over Hughes’ face. It was so hot. “Lt. Colonel-“
“M... Maes...” Hughes choked out, arching his back again. How could a man have this much sexual control over him? Well, he shouldn’t question himself. He had always had fantasies about a certain Xing Colonel. What he couldn’t understand was why Havoc was making him feel this good. Could it be that something was wrong with him? “Call me Maes- AH!” Hughes gave off a cry when Havoc’s finger’s brushed against his prostate. He could see stars...
“Alright Maes...” Havoc smiled, watching the other’s reaction to now three fingers. It felt like Hughes had relaxed enough... Pulling his fingers away, Havoc pushed his pants down far enough not to stain them. He covered his erection with the clear substance, settling himself between Hughes’ legs as he looked up at the Lt. Colonel. “You ready?”
“Just do it...”
With a nod, Havoc pressed forward, moaning over how tight and hot Hughes felt. He had almost forgotten this feeling, what it felt like to be intimately connected with another being, and he could only thank Hughes for reminding him. He moaned out the Lt. Colonel’s name, shivering when he couldn’t control his body and began to thrust quickly.
“Oh god... Havoc...” Hughes let out a passionate moan, his hand coming up to cup around Havoc’s neck and pull him into a kiss. They continued this way, their gasps and moans filling the small dorm room before Hughes felt that pull in his stomach that could only mean one thing. He shoved his hand between their bodies, stroking himself in time to Havoc’s thrusts. He cried out Havoc’s name once more before the blinding white pleasure of his orgasm washed over him, turning him into a puddle of sexually pleasured putty. He could feel Havoc’s heat fill him soon after.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“So you’re telling me that I’m the first guy you’ve ever had?”
“Yep.”
“... Why does that bother me slightly?” Havoc mumbled, turning onto his stomach to stare out the window. Hughes layed on his back, a burning cigarette hanging out of his mouth as he got lost in his thoughts. Taking a minute to sort them out, he turned to look at Havoc.
“How did you know so much about having sex with a guy?”
“Oh, you know... you learn things on the battle field.”
Hughes only raised an eyebrow, staring at Havoc. This caused the blonde to crack up. “Like I said before! I may not be as good of marksman as Hawkeye, but at least I can hit the broad side of a barn!”
“... Cheesy...” Hughes mumbled out, stubbing out the cig and turning on his side to go asleep. Havoc looked as though he had been hit in the head with a rock.
“Cheesy? What do you mean cheesy?! ... Maes? ... Maes! ... Lt. Colonel!! ... Aw man...”
Fin
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So, did ya like that? Yea, you know how many problems I had with this pairing? T_T Hughes didn’t want to cooperate. He kept yelling things like ‘I’M WITH ROY’ and ‘PICTURES FOR EVERYONE!!!’ Yea... I hope you enjoyed the fic that I randomly pulled out of my ass. I think I’m gonna go crash now... Let my Yaoi-ish dreams make me happy...
These characters aren’t mine. I do not and will not own Fullmetal Alchemist, so don’t sue me.
This fic is rated NC-17 for smut and whatever else I decide to throw in
Pairing: Havoc/Hughes
This fic takes place around Episode 13, okay? I hope you enjoy the story!!
Bull’s Eye
By Trinity Renee
It was a warm day in Eastern City. The birds were singing, the squirrels were dancing. Everyone in Eastern City seemed to be happy, that is... Everyone except- “GODDAMNIT!!” ... Hughes.
“Hey now, Lt. Colonel. Don’t be too upset.” Havoc offered the spiky-haired Lt. Colonel a smile, the ever-burning cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He and Hughes was at the shooting range, trying to pass some time while the higher-ups tried to figure out what to do with the alchemist killer, Scar. Hughes should have been with them, but then being with that many people and not being able to talk about his beautiful daughter Elysia... Well, that just wouldn’t do!
“See? This is why I resort to knives.” Hughes muttered as he looked at the paper he was using as target practice. The paper had a few holes in it, all not even near the actual target. With a sigh, Hughes put the gun down and whipped out a picture of his daughter, needing something as cute as his little girl to make him happy again. Havoc, on the other hand, just shook his head.
“Lt. Colonel, you’re not even trying!” He picked up the handgun and examined it for a moment. “You have to steady yourself before you fire. Look, I might not be as great of a marksman as Hawkeye is, but at least I can hit the broad side of a barn.”
“Not helping, Lieutenant.”
“...Sorry... But anyway! You just need more practice.”
Hughes couldn’t help but pout even more. “I still like my knives better... At least I can make a bull’s eye with it.”
“Oh really?” Havoc looked at Hughes, silently challenging him to a duel. Hughes, being the man to never back down (except in very dangerous situations when living was a key detail to making sure someone told the tale), smirked and stood, producing one of his infamous knives from the sleeve of his uniform jacket.
“First one to miss a bull’s eye-”
“Looses.” Hughes finished the sentence, moving to throw his knife before pausing. “Wait... What does the winner get?”
“Um...” Havoc paused for a second, thinking. He was supposed to choose the prize? Looking at Hughes, a thought struck him. Hughes was very good looking for a man, and since Roy always got the women, maybe he can... A smirk crossed against Havoc’s lips. “Winner gets to have the looser.”
“‘Have’? What do you mean have?” Hughes raised an eyebrow, taking a slight step backwards.
“You know...” Havoc started, shrugging his shoulders as he loaded the pistol. “Have. Like Roy does to every woman I get.”
“You had to bring the Colonel into this, didn’t you?”
“Every damn woman...” Havoc whimpered, a river of tears flowing down his face. Hughes couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
“Come on, let’s start.”
“Right!” Havoc grinned and aimed at the target, making the first bull’s eye of the day.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“You know... I think I need to get back to Central sometime soon... See my wife and daughter...”
“Hey, you agreed to the terms before we started the contest.”
“I wasn’t expecting to be scared out of my mind by Hawkeye!”
“You still missed.”
“I demand a rematch!”
Hughes and Havoc sat in the darkness of Havoc’s dorm room, the blonde Lieutenant on top of the Lt. Colonel. They were already half undressed and Hughes was having some doubt. After all, he was a married man. He shouldn’t be doing this with a man, let alone with a subordinate. It was fraternization, right? “Havoc, I think we should-ah!”
Havoc wrapped his lips around one of Hughes’ nipples, suckling softly as his hand moved down to pull at the other man’s pants. It was bad enough that every woman he would get, Roy took, but now he was going after a married man. He should have cared. He should have, but then Hughes agreed to it before they started the match. It was only right. “Lt. Colonel, calm down, will you? I don’t want to hurt you...”
“I still say we should reconsider.”
“You agreed to this. Just because you lost doesn’t mean you can go back on your word.”
“But I was inter- umph!” Hughes’ words were taken away by Havoc’s lips, the blonde slipping his hand down under the waistband of Hughes’ underwear. To both of their surprise, Hughes was already hard. Just the thought lit a fire in Havoc’s body.
“Why Lt. Colonel... I believe your body is saying something different.” Havoc smirked, shifting to pull the hardened member out of Hughes’ pants. He stroked it softly, watching the emotions play over Hughes’ face. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
“It lies...” Hughes choked out, his fingers grabbing the pillow that layed next to his head. Oh it felt good, he wouldn’t deny that. A smile graced Havoc’s lips as he moved down, engulfing the straining member between his lips. Hughes let off a loud moan, the feeling of someone’s mouth over his erection indescribable. Havoc worked to give Hughes the best oral sex in history, wanting the Lt. Colonel to open up to him so that when he actually took him, it wouldn’t seem like rape. Hughes figured this out, and easily complied. “Oh god, Havoc!!”
“Jean...” Havoc mumbled as he pulled back, looking up at Hughes. The look on the man’s face made Havoc want more, but he had to take his time, afraid of hurting Hughes. He dragged his tongue up the underside of Hughes’ erection, lapping up what had gathered at the top with a purr. Hughes let off another noise, only causing Havoc to spur on.
“Jean...” Hughes mumbled, looking at Havoc. “A... are you... sure...”
“Yes I’m sure.” Havoc mumbled, finally pulling Hughes’ pants and underwear off as he opened his own confining trousers. “Besides, I’m sure you’ll like this. I mean, how many times have you and the Colonel done it?”
“You ha-had to bring... him in...”
“Heh, sorry.” Havoc reached out to his bedside table, digging around the drawer for the tube of lube he kept there for situations just like this. When he grabbed it, Hughes couldn’t help but notice, looking at Havoc with a curious expression.
“You always keep lube with you?”
“Huh?”
“Are you always expecting to screw someone?”
A deep blush crossed Havoc’s cheeks as he shook his head. “No! I just... keep it here!!” The answer pulled a laugh from Hughes, who couldn’t help but place a soft kiss on Havoc’s cheek.
“Funny...”
“Yeah, yeah...” Havoc mumbled as he covered his fingers in the clear substance, pushing them down to trace around Hughes’ puckered entrance. Hughes gave off a gasp, his back arching to the touch. The movement only caused one finger to slip inside of the Lt. Colonel, forcing him to gasp again.
“Oh god...!”
“Careful there, Lt. Colonel...” Havoc murmured, pushing the finger in to the knuckle before pulling it back out, repeating the process. The way Hughes felt around his finger... He wanted more. Slowly, Havoc pushed in a second, making a scissoring motion as he watched the expressions cross over Hughes’ face. It was so hot. “Lt. Colonel-“
“M... Maes...” Hughes choked out, arching his back again. How could a man have this much sexual control over him? Well, he shouldn’t question himself. He had always had fantasies about a certain Xing Colonel. What he couldn’t understand was why Havoc was making him feel this good. Could it be that something was wrong with him? “Call me Maes- AH!” Hughes gave off a cry when Havoc’s finger’s brushed against his prostate. He could see stars...
“Alright Maes...” Havoc smiled, watching the other’s reaction to now three fingers. It felt like Hughes had relaxed enough... Pulling his fingers away, Havoc pushed his pants down far enough not to stain them. He covered his erection with the clear substance, settling himself between Hughes’ legs as he looked up at the Lt. Colonel. “You ready?”
“Just do it...”
With a nod, Havoc pressed forward, moaning over how tight and hot Hughes felt. He had almost forgotten this feeling, what it felt like to be intimately connected with another being, and he could only thank Hughes for reminding him. He moaned out the Lt. Colonel’s name, shivering when he couldn’t control his body and began to thrust quickly.
“Oh god... Havoc...” Hughes let out a passionate moan, his hand coming up to cup around Havoc’s neck and pull him into a kiss. They continued this way, their gasps and moans filling the small dorm room before Hughes felt that pull in his stomach that could only mean one thing. He shoved his hand between their bodies, stroking himself in time to Havoc’s thrusts. He cried out Havoc’s name once more before the blinding white pleasure of his orgasm washed over him, turning him into a puddle of sexually pleasured putty. He could feel Havoc’s heat fill him soon after.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“So you’re telling me that I’m the first guy you’ve ever had?”
“Yep.”
“... Why does that bother me slightly?” Havoc mumbled, turning onto his stomach to stare out the window. Hughes layed on his back, a burning cigarette hanging out of his mouth as he got lost in his thoughts. Taking a minute to sort them out, he turned to look at Havoc.
“How did you know so much about having sex with a guy?”
“Oh, you know... you learn things on the battle field.”
Hughes only raised an eyebrow, staring at Havoc. This caused the blonde to crack up. “Like I said before! I may not be as good of marksman as Hawkeye, but at least I can hit the broad side of a barn!”
“... Cheesy...” Hughes mumbled out, stubbing out the cig and turning on his side to go asleep. Havoc looked as though he had been hit in the head with a rock.
“Cheesy? What do you mean cheesy?! ... Maes? ... Maes! ... Lt. Colonel!! ... Aw man...”
Fin
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So, did ya like that? Yea, you know how many problems I had with this pairing? T_T Hughes didn’t want to cooperate. He kept yelling things like ‘I’M WITH ROY’ and ‘PICTURES FOR EVERYONE!!!’ Yea... I hope you enjoyed the fic that I randomly pulled out of my ass. I think I’m gonna go crash now... Let my Yaoi-ish dreams make me happy...