Suprise! (Havoc x Mustang) For Havoc Appreciation Week!
Title: "Surprise!"
Author: SeaweedOtter
Series: Full Metal Alchemist
Pairings: Roy Mustang and Jean Havoc
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: nope, none.
Summary: Jean's lover is a man with the power to control fire. Sneaking up on him? *BAD IDEA*.
Comments: Written for "Strip Havoc Naked Day", for "Jean Havoc Molestation Appreciation Week". Whomever came up with this, *I LOVE YOU!*
Sorry this is a day late. "Strip Havoc Naked Day" was yesterday. 20 lashes with a wet Havoc noodle for me.
The day was over. Finally.
Roy Mustang walked into his small house and put his keys and wallet on the table by the door. A soft sigh escaped his lips, and he smiled. There was little better than being home on Friday night, knowing that the next two days were going to be filled with nothing but... nothingness.
He was already undoing the two gold buttons on the front of his jacket by the time he got to his liquor cabinet. He poured a glass of his favorite scotch and sipped at it, trying to unwind his mind from the week's work. AS he sipped his drink, his eyes fell slightly with each swallow.
"Mmm.. The perfect end to the perfect day."
As relaxed as he was and with the alcohol starting to fill his system, he didn't hear the silent, slow footsteps behind him. By the time the person made a mistake and hit a loose board in the floor, causing a creak, he was already close enough to pounce. It all seemed to go in slow motion. Roy dropped the almost empty glass and started to turn around while the person behind him lunged forward, hands outstretched.
From what sounded far away to him, Jean heard a snap as he lunged forward toward the previously slumping Mustang in his chair. Silently, he didn't even have time to curse himself for forgetting to wait until Roy had taken off his gloves. But it was too late.
As soon as Roy turned around and started to snap, he saw who it was. His eyes went wide, and he stopped his alchemy almost as soon as it had started.
But it wasn't quite soon enough.
"Ahhhhh!!" Havoc couldn't stop his momentum and he fell onto the back of the chair, and with an "OOF!" he fell on his ass on the floor.
In a second, Roy was there, concern on his face. Until he actually *SAW* Havoc. He covered his mouth with his hand, trying as hard as he could not to break out in laughter.
"What? What?" Havoc felt his body, his arms, then his face. It all seemed fine except..
"Eyebrows! where the *HELL* are my eyebrows!?!"
"Um.. I am sorry, Jean. I think I may have...er.. singed them. I am really sorry."
"My.... eyebrows." he got up, rubbing his rump. He ran to the bathroom, where Roy heard a bloodcurdling scream a moment later. "NOOOOOO!!!" Roy quickly followed to the bathroom, where he saw Jean, his clothes singed a dark black, his hair black with soot, and his eyebrows mostly gone, replaced by sparse hair barely covering angry pink skin.
He tried as hard as he could not to chuckle, but he really did feel bad underneath it all. "Jean, you have to believe me, I am really sorry. I am. I didn't know it was you behind me. I mean, what if someone had snuck in and was trying to attack us? I would defend you to the death. You know that."
"My- my eyebrows. And my favorite pajamas, too." His soft cotton pajama pants had mostly been spared, but his favorite black t-shirt- the nice tight one that showed off all of his muscles, which drove his lover wild, was in tatters, hanging in strips off his mostly uncharred chest.
"Well, I guess we are going to have to strip those clothes off of you and I will find a way to make you feel better." Roy almost purred. His eyes thinned and a very sly, mischievous smile came easily to his face.
Jean sighed, running a hand through his hair and coming back with a slightly blackened palm. "You are *SO* damn lucky that I love you so much, Roy Mustang. Or else I would have already been searching for where I put my revolver.
"Oh, I know where it is. With the rest of your clothes at the foot of the bed, where I took them all off for a night of hot, steamy sex."
He blushed more than a little, brushing past Roy in the bathroom, and headed back into the bedroom, where he took off what remained of his shirt and his pajamas. Roy sat on the bed and watched the abbreviated strip tease with a wide grin. "You know, you might as well take those pesky boxer shorts off as well. They leave little to the imagination."
For the first time since the incident, Jean smiled, and pulled the boxers off, shivering slightly when the cool air of the bedroom hit all of his warm, newly exposed skin. He climbed into bed.
Roy stood up and stripped off his already open jacket. The rest of his clothes quickly followed suit onto the floor that was gathering clothing rather quickly. He crawled into bed next to Jean and snuggled his body close, spooning up behind him. He draped a hand over his lover's chest and idly started to trace a finger around his well defined pectoral muscles. He leaned up and over, giving him a short kiss on the cheek, and whispering into his ear. "I think you look sexy without eyebrows. Maybe you need to sneak up on me more often.
Jean groaned and rolled around, facing Roy. He kissed the alchemist on the lips- a long, sensual kiss. "Okay, that's it. You are doing what I say in bed tonight. And I will worry about what to tell the rest of the crew tomorrow."
"Yes, sir." Roy smiled and saluted his junior officer. Jean's smiled fell into a sly grin.
"That gives me an idea..."
A/N: For anyone who is interested (HINT HINT!!) Here is the schedule:
24 April -- Strip Havoc Naked Day
25 April -- Spying on Havoc Day
26 April -- Lunchtime Havoc Day
27 April -- Spank Havoc Day
28 April -- Havoc Gets Lucky Day
29 April -- Molest Sleeping Havoc Day
30 April -- Sexy Outfit Havoc Day
Come on people, get to Havoc molesting writing!!
Author: SeaweedOtter
Series: Full Metal Alchemist
Pairings: Roy Mustang and Jean Havoc
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: nope, none.
Summary: Jean's lover is a man with the power to control fire. Sneaking up on him? *BAD IDEA*.
Comments: Written for "Strip Havoc Naked Day", for "Jean Havoc Molestation Appreciation Week". Whomever came up with this, *I LOVE YOU!*
Sorry this is a day late. "Strip Havoc Naked Day" was yesterday. 20 lashes with a wet Havoc noodle for me.
The day was over. Finally.
Roy Mustang walked into his small house and put his keys and wallet on the table by the door. A soft sigh escaped his lips, and he smiled. There was little better than being home on Friday night, knowing that the next two days were going to be filled with nothing but... nothingness.
He was already undoing the two gold buttons on the front of his jacket by the time he got to his liquor cabinet. He poured a glass of his favorite scotch and sipped at it, trying to unwind his mind from the week's work. AS he sipped his drink, his eyes fell slightly with each swallow.
"Mmm.. The perfect end to the perfect day."
As relaxed as he was and with the alcohol starting to fill his system, he didn't hear the silent, slow footsteps behind him. By the time the person made a mistake and hit a loose board in the floor, causing a creak, he was already close enough to pounce. It all seemed to go in slow motion. Roy dropped the almost empty glass and started to turn around while the person behind him lunged forward, hands outstretched.
From what sounded far away to him, Jean heard a snap as he lunged forward toward the previously slumping Mustang in his chair. Silently, he didn't even have time to curse himself for forgetting to wait until Roy had taken off his gloves. But it was too late.
As soon as Roy turned around and started to snap, he saw who it was. His eyes went wide, and he stopped his alchemy almost as soon as it had started.
But it wasn't quite soon enough.
"Ahhhhh!!" Havoc couldn't stop his momentum and he fell onto the back of the chair, and with an "OOF!" he fell on his ass on the floor.
In a second, Roy was there, concern on his face. Until he actually *SAW* Havoc. He covered his mouth with his hand, trying as hard as he could not to break out in laughter.
"What? What?" Havoc felt his body, his arms, then his face. It all seemed fine except..
"Eyebrows! where the *HELL* are my eyebrows!?!"
"Um.. I am sorry, Jean. I think I may have...er.. singed them. I am really sorry."
"My.... eyebrows." he got up, rubbing his rump. He ran to the bathroom, where Roy heard a bloodcurdling scream a moment later. "NOOOOOO!!!" Roy quickly followed to the bathroom, where he saw Jean, his clothes singed a dark black, his hair black with soot, and his eyebrows mostly gone, replaced by sparse hair barely covering angry pink skin.
He tried as hard as he could not to chuckle, but he really did feel bad underneath it all. "Jean, you have to believe me, I am really sorry. I am. I didn't know it was you behind me. I mean, what if someone had snuck in and was trying to attack us? I would defend you to the death. You know that."
"My- my eyebrows. And my favorite pajamas, too." His soft cotton pajama pants had mostly been spared, but his favorite black t-shirt- the nice tight one that showed off all of his muscles, which drove his lover wild, was in tatters, hanging in strips off his mostly uncharred chest.
"Well, I guess we are going to have to strip those clothes off of you and I will find a way to make you feel better." Roy almost purred. His eyes thinned and a very sly, mischievous smile came easily to his face.
Jean sighed, running a hand through his hair and coming back with a slightly blackened palm. "You are *SO* damn lucky that I love you so much, Roy Mustang. Or else I would have already been searching for where I put my revolver.
"Oh, I know where it is. With the rest of your clothes at the foot of the bed, where I took them all off for a night of hot, steamy sex."
He blushed more than a little, brushing past Roy in the bathroom, and headed back into the bedroom, where he took off what remained of his shirt and his pajamas. Roy sat on the bed and watched the abbreviated strip tease with a wide grin. "You know, you might as well take those pesky boxer shorts off as well. They leave little to the imagination."
For the first time since the incident, Jean smiled, and pulled the boxers off, shivering slightly when the cool air of the bedroom hit all of his warm, newly exposed skin. He climbed into bed.
Roy stood up and stripped off his already open jacket. The rest of his clothes quickly followed suit onto the floor that was gathering clothing rather quickly. He crawled into bed next to Jean and snuggled his body close, spooning up behind him. He draped a hand over his lover's chest and idly started to trace a finger around his well defined pectoral muscles. He leaned up and over, giving him a short kiss on the cheek, and whispering into his ear. "I think you look sexy without eyebrows. Maybe you need to sneak up on me more often.
Jean groaned and rolled around, facing Roy. He kissed the alchemist on the lips- a long, sensual kiss. "Okay, that's it. You are doing what I say in bed tonight. And I will worry about what to tell the rest of the crew tomorrow."
"Yes, sir." Roy smiled and saluted his junior officer. Jean's smiled fell into a sly grin.
"That gives me an idea..."
A/N: For anyone who is interested (HINT HINT!!) Here is the schedule:
24 April -- Strip Havoc Naked Day
25 April -- Spying on Havoc Day
26 April -- Lunchtime Havoc Day
27 April -- Spank Havoc Day
28 April -- Havoc Gets Lucky Day
29 April -- Molest Sleeping Havoc Day
30 April -- Sexy Outfit Havoc Day
Come on people, get to Havoc molesting writing!!