A King and His Men ( Punk & Kitty~ )
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				Title: <strong>A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 02:30:33</strong>
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				In chess, the object of the game is to lay siege to the board and checkmate the opposing king, using pawns to clear the way across the squares. Each piece has its own set of rules and a set way of moving about the board in order to reach the goal. In defense of the king, there is the queen piece, the most powerful piece in the game. The queen is able to move any number of squares she desires, and in any direction. The rook piece, resembling a tower, is slightly more limited in his movements than the queen, but is just below her in power. Beneath the rook is the bishop, with his unique pattern of movement. He is restricted to diagonal movement, and thus can only access half the squares on the board. They begin play close to the sides of their king and queen, venturing away only to serve their lordships.<br><br>And then there is the knight. His array of motion is unusual among the rest of the pieces on the board. The knight can jump over any other piece that is in its way in order to get to its destination, a move that no other piece can perform. Charging ahead in battle to protect and serve his lord, the knight is no different in the game of chess than he is when mounted on an armored horse. A knight's moves are severely limited when they are placed on the edge of the board, so the most ideal place for them to fight is in the center of the action. It's said that the knight is the only pawn that can be placed in a position to attack the king without facing a reciprocal attack, but… that hadn't been the case in their little game of chess, had it?<br><br>Bringing the game to life hadn't been the best idea, but when it came down to it, they'd had no other choice. In facing off against the Führer, King Bradley, the setup of the game had been violently skewed. There were no legal or illegal moves, no rules, no restrictions in movement. In a game against a king with no pawns, they'd had the advantage from the start and the game ended in checkmate, but it was not without sacrifice. The knight fought valiantly to secure his king's victory, but he paid the price in the end. It seemed that, confined to a bed in Central's hospital, the knight had used his last move.<br><br><em>'What good's a pawn when it can't fuckin' move?'</em> Havoc thought to himself bitterly, staring out the window. He didn't even have to look to know that when he tried to move his legs, they remained still underneath the blanket covering them. At first, he'd been in denial. Maybe it was the drugs they kept pumping into him. Maybe the painkillers were just numbing his body a little more than he expected. Every time he woke up, he'd stare at the rise in the blankets where his feet were, watching and waiting in vain while he tried to wiggle his toes. But they wouldn't move.<br><br>And then, just a few days ago, it really hit home that he was paralyzed. As if it wasn't bad enough not being able to get out of that damn bed, he couldn't feel a thing when the doctor poked and prodded at his feet. Or his legs. Or, hell, anything from the waist down. What was he supposed to do now? He was Second Lieutenant, that was his job. He was pretty damn proud to serve under Colonel Mustang-- or was it Führer Mustang now-- but how could he be of any use to him like this?<br><br>Havoc sighed and lowered his head, staring at his lap. He was dreading his afternoon visit with Mustang, if only for the fact that he would have to break the news to him. An honorable discharge had been offered to him from the military office, and the only thing he could think of doing was to accept it. He was certain that Roy knew nothing of the proposal, for he surely hadn't sent it to him. No, he probably wasn't even aware of the state of the blond's body yet, and that was another thing he didn't want to tell him about. As painful as it was admitting that he was useless now, he knew that it would hurt more to hear the affirmation of his beliefs coming from his superior. Would Mustang encourage him to take the discharge? Perhaps go and retire somewhere in the countryside?<br><br>Retire? He wasn't some old man! But was there anything else he could do? He'd probably be bound in some wheelchair for the rest of his life, unable to really work anymore. There wasn't even anything he could do at Central in the state he was in. That was the most depressing part… he'd have to say goodbye to everyone, after all they'd been through together. He knew he'd miss them, they were like a second family to him. Hell, he'd even miss getting those random orders from Mustang to do this or that around the office. How could he ever adjust to life without them?<br><br>"Guess I'll have to figure it out." He muttered as he leaned back against the elevated bed, turning his eyes to the fluorescent lights on the ceiling. He took a glance at the clock on the wall and sighed, seeing that it was getting close to the time that Roy would arrive for their visit. He wanted a cigarette but he knew that the nurse would most likely be escorting the charismatic man to his room, and she always gave him the dirtiest looks if she walked in while he was smoking. It wasn't as if he had a chance at getting with her, but he didn't want to piss her off just in case.<br><br>Bringing his arms up and folding them behind his head, Havoc turned to stare out the window again, watching as the clouds rolled by. <em>‘Hurry up, Colonel.’</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 03:44:33</strong>
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				With King Bradley being torn down from his seat of power, Roy Mustang’s dreams and ideas were finally going to come to fruition. No longer did he have to sit idly by and watch while the man manipulated the army to his own benefit. Now Roy could ascend to that state of power and fix Central. He could begin working on revitalizing the country. He could establish a treaty with the Ishbalans and hopefully bring peace between their people, even if Roy had had a firsthand touch in that terrible extermination. Many people were aware of the great Flame Alchemist and the reputation that he had, so they were more than excited to hail him as their new leader. His ascension to the role of Führer was welcomed with open arms. The streets had been alight with cheering as Roy was crowned the new Führer, and he was all too happy to accept such an award with his closest comrades by his sides.<br><br>Hawkeye, Fury, Breda, Falman, Hughes… and yet one crucial ingredient had been missing. Jean Havoc hadn’t attended the ceremony, much to Roy’s chagrin since the man was perhaps the one he trusted the most, along with Hughes, of course. His Brigadier General, his Hughes who had always been there to reassure him when he was down. To wrap him up in his arms when the stress just became too hard to handle. With his ascension to the seat of the Führer, that stress was becoming even worse.<br><br>To the point of where he hadn’t even gone to see where Havoc really was. The man had played a crucial role in their victory over King Bradley, so it made the Flame Alchemist feel quite terrible that he had made no effort to check up on the man. The look of worry on his face must have been evident, as he was drawn out of his thoughts as the Brigadier General stood before the desk, eyebrows lifted in question. “Roy?” It was strange for him to not be throwing pictures of Elysia in his face, but Roy just brushed the strange situation off. “Mmm?” The man mumbled, clearly tired as well. Stress, worry, exhaustion… it all came with the job that he wasn’t particularly used to yet.<br><br>After a bout of silence, a strong, sure hand would curl about Mustang’s upper arm to haul him up onto his feet. The Flame Alchemist looked a bit disheveled with his outer coat open and the top few buttons of the undershirt open as well, but no one but Hughes would be coming in to check on him today. Hawkeye was out on a scouting mission and the rest of his comrades were on their own minimal assignments. All that was left to be accounted for was…<br><br>“C’mon, Roy. You haven’t even gone to see Havoc yet. He’s been waiting on you to at least bring him some damn chocolate.” <br><br>Chocolate? What did he mean? Was he sick? Did he get hurt? Dark eyes would widen quickly as he turned his attention up to the man who had an arm curled around him. “What do you mean? Where is he?”<br><br>“Whoa there, calm down… you knew he was in the hospital, ri--” Hughes didn’t have much time to even get the words out of his mouth, as Roy had torn away from him and bolted for the door. “Roy, wait up!” He called out, making a move to run after him, but… no. Roy knew the way to the hospital and he had already said too much. The man would sigh and plop himself down in Hawkeye’s chair, stretching his body out to simply wait. Roy would be coming back eventually and it would be nice to take a break from work.<br><br>Roy would tear through the halls, rushing straight for the infirmary that he had visited plenty of times on his own. This trip was different, though. How could no one have told him that Havoc had been injured? Jean… good grief, he hadn’t felt this much worry since Maes had almost been killed! His heart was beating so quickly while he slid past nurses and doctors, of course stopping briefly to figure out where his comrade was.<br><br>Roy more or less tore down that door, throwing it open so it hit the wall. This was not the same Mustang that Havoc was usually frequented by. This Mustang was not calm and collected. This one was panting, eyes alight with fear. However, upon seeing Havoc relaxed in such a position, it at least told the Führer that he was all right. “Goddamnit, Havoc.” He practically growled, throwing the door closed behind him and making his way to the bed. “If someone would have told me you were bedridden like this, I would have been here a lot sooner.” To Mustang, it looked as if Havoc was just like any other ordinary patient. Recovering and whatnot, though the truth of the matter was much more dreadful and saddening. No one had told him of Havoc’s surely-impending retirement because of his injury, after all.<br><br>“How are you holding up? I would have brought flowers or something, but I’m certain you would have preferred some beautiful blonde to be bringing those.” Roy chuckled slightly, easing himself into the chair beside the bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 04:57:39</strong>
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				Relaxed as he was in that bed, Havoc's thoughts were allowed to drift off in a more pleasant direction while he waited for the new Führer to show up. He could recall a number of times he'd sat underneath the tree below Mustang's window back at Central, just watching the clouds streak lazily across the sky. Sometimes he even dozed off there, lulled to sleep by the warmth of the sun. It was around the same time that comments started to fly among the rest of the men, some jokingly accusing Jean of stalking the Colonel while others noted that he always seemed to stay close by the man, not unlike a loyal canine.<br><br>So, he was Mustang's little puppy dog, huh? He snickered at the thought, rolling his eyes. Such teasing didn't bother him; in fact, it almost felt nice to think of it that way. He wanted to stick by Roy, to be a loyal follower and supporter in everything he did. The country needed someone like him to turn things around, and it made him proud to know that he'd had a hand in lifting him up to that role of power. If nothing else, he had done his very best to serve the great Flame Alchemist.<br><br>His thoughts were torn away by a sudden loud banging as the door swung open and slammed against the wall, revealing the disheveled form of the new Führer. "<em>Jesus!</em>" Havoc nearly jumped out of his skin at the other man's sudden appearance, jerking up from the bed and sitting up straight. He calmed down moments later, eyeing Roy in a somewhat curious manner. His jacket was unbuttoned, as were a few of the buttons on his undershirt, and he was panting rather heavily, almost like he'd been running. And that look in his eyes, those dark, charcoal eyes… was he afraid? That look seemed to disappear just as quickly as he'd regained his own composure, but not before he'd gotten the chance to see it.<br><br>"Colonel? Ahh," he tsked, shaking his head before he corrected himself. "You're the Führer now, aren't ya? Sorry I couldn't make it to the party, but…" Havoc trailed off with a nervous laugh, glancing down at himself as his hand came to rub at the back of his neck. "You run all the way here from Central? You look like hell," he noted with a short laugh, watching Roy with a smile as he came to settle down in the chair beside him. He figured the guy had to be busy adjusting to his new role at the head of the military, so he hadn't been that offended when he didn't come to visit him. Regardless, it still warmed his heart to see his superior looking so concerned for him.<br><br>"Don't worry about it." He waved off Mustang's assurance that he would have come sooner had he been aware, leaning back into the pillows again. He let out a relaxed sigh and even laughed at the thought of receiving flowers from the man, but he seemed to grow tense when Roy asked how he was doing. Havoc thought about hiding the truth from him, but then, he'd just find out from some other source, wouldn't he? Briefly, he glanced at the envelope on the table beside them, the one containing the offer from the military office. He almost worried that Mustang would sense something from the piece of paper, but that was just foolish. The dark-haired man might have had keen perception, but it was just a damn letter, after all. Nothing out of the ordinary.<br><br>Moving his focus to the wall ahead of them, he sighed again, lifting a hand to rub idly at his forehead. "The stuff they're giving me through the I.V. drip knocks out the pain… I can't feel a thing." Havoc chuckled, the irony of his statement almost palpable. There was something he wasn't telling Roy, and it was obvious. Stealing a glance at the alchemist, he struggled to keep smiling, shrugging his shoulders a bit. "I haven't even gotten out of this bed once. I bet pretty soon one of the nurses will have to give me a sponge bath." He grinned a little, hoping his humor would help mask the fact that something was terribly, terribly wrong.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 05:09:44</strong>
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				Sitting there next to Jean, he could finally relax himself. No longer did he have to worry himself to death on how he was doing, as the same smiling, playful Havoc was sitting right in front of him. “You don’t look right.” He muttered to no one in particular, perhaps himself. Havoc sitting there without a cigarette and just sitting there in general, confined to a hospital bed… it didn’t seem fitting at all. Roy would fish into his inner coat pocket for a moment before withdrawing a cigarette from it, bringing up the question of why Roy had cigarettes in the first place. Before Jean could open his mouth and ask, Roy would hand it to him and smirk. “This new position can be pretty hard to adjust to. We all need a break. I figured I’d at least try it.” It wasn’t bad and it did soothe his stress greatly, though he doubted he’d ever enjoy the things as much as his subordinate did.<br><br>“Don’t apologize either. I didn’t know you were injured so badly.” Sure, Roy had been aware that he had been hurt in the battle, but it figured it nothing more than a scratch. He would fold his arms over his chest and lean back, the disheveled Fuhrer letting out an exhausted sigh. He was clearly lacking in sleep with the circles under his eyes, though he still managed to look as captivating as ever. “And I did. When I heard you were in the hospital… well, you know. I’m never one to just sit by and do nothing when one of my lieutenants is hurt.” He might have not wanted to see Havoc in such a condition now, but he would be back on his feet in no time. That warmed him and helped him look to the future where Havoc would be right by his side to help again.<br><br>“Mr. Havoc?” The nurse would peek her head in with a bright smile. “The doctor will be in in a moment to go over with you the severity of your spinal injury. Just telling you so you don’t end up falling asleep. And what did I tell you about smoking so much?” She huffed, shooting a glare at the bed-ridden man. The tension in the room grew heavier as Roy sat there, listening and waiting in silence until the nurse would shut the door.<br><br>“Spinal injury?” Roy murmured, giving the man a stern stare. He would usually not be so focused on a man of all people, well except for Hughes, but this was different. He furrowed his brows and without a moment to wait, his fist would slam down into Havoc’s thigh. A bedridden man wouldn’t be the best person to go punching, but…<br><br>The lack of reaction answered all possibilities in Roy’s mind.<br><br>“… Havoc…” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 06:06:02</strong>
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				A brow was raised at the peculiar sight of Roy retrieving a cigarette from within his coat pocket, but the confusion only lasted a moment before it was handed to him. Havoc looked like a kid on Christmas morning who'd just gotten the greatest gift they could have asked for, beaming at the other man in pure happiness and gratitude. He quickly lit up and took a slow drag, almost shuddering as he savored the sinful smoke. As it was, he'd run out of his own cigarettes days ago and he'd been dying for a fix. "Mmh… thanks boss." He practically purred, blowing the smoke up towards the ceiling.<br><br>"Wait, you… really ran all the way here?" Jean blinked slowly, having trouble processing what he'd just been told. The hospital was a good distance away from Central Headquarters, and it was foolish not to take a car when there were so many of them available. He felt a slight rush in his chest, like his heart had missed a beat somehow. It was… well, flattering that Roy had been so worried about him that he just ran the whole way to the hospital. Looking over at him, he could see how exhausted the man was, and it only added to the swelling sensation in his chest. So, he really meant that much to the Führer?<br><br>"I'm fine, really. It's nothing to--" His assurance was cut off when the nurse opened the door and informed him that the doctor would be in to talk to him soon, about the severity of his injury. For a moment, he almost forgot about the man sitting next to him, chuckling and flashing an apologetic look toward the woman by the door. Then she was gone, and he let out a deep sigh, smoke exiting from the corner of his mouth. He knew that it would still be a good while before the doctor showed up, since they were always running behind, so it would give him time to explain to Roy that…<br><br>Oh shit. Roy. He turned his head in time to catch the alchemist's angry stare, then glanced down to the fist that was planted firmly against his thigh. Not that he could feel it, and his lack of response told the other man everything he needed to know. "Colonel…" He let the old title slip by mistake, but he made no effort to correct himself. Havoc let the cigarette dangle from the corner of his lips, staring down at his useless, blanket-clad legs. A heavy silence filled the room and lingered between the two men for quite a while, the blond refusing to look at his superior officer.<br><br>This dreaded moment was finally upon him, and he didn't know what to say. He knew that Mustang was upset with him, and shocked to learn the extent of his injury… but what would he do? He gripped his hands, fingers curling tightly into the blankets on either side of him. "I can't feel my legs." He muttered finally, keeping his eyes trained on the blanket. "I can't feel anything from the waist down. I… uh, I got a letter the other day." He lifted one hand, jerking his thumb towards the envelope on the table. Only then did he glance up from his lap, looking a bit sad as he looked at Roy. "They're going to give me an honorable discharge. There's nothing more I can do to help you."<br><br>He gripped his hands even tighter, the knuckles paling under the strain as he turned his head away from Roy, looking away. "Not like this."
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				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 13:04:35</strong>
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				The nurse luckily wasn’t inside, so the both of them would be left to themselves. Havoc with realizing that he could no longer be of any use to Roy, and Roy with the guilt and realization that this… was just downright cruel. If Havoc hadn’t gone with him to help defeat King Bradley, then perhaps he’d be on his feet, laughing and enjoying himself. Jean couldn’t move. His legs wouldn’t be able to move on their own and it was all because of that damn bastard. He felt a myriad of emotions swelling in his chest, perhaps closer to anger than anything else, but it was there. Along with sadness and guilt, Roy had never felt so terrible in his life.<br><br>Havoc was only a comrade to him, though! Why should he be feeling so bad in the first place? Sure, he would have naturally felt bad at realizing what had to be done, but this was a whole different story. Before he had time to speak his opinion on the subject, the doctor would step inside with a clipboard grasped firmly in his hand. “Afternoon Mr. Havoc and… oh, another visitor? You’re quite the popular one, aren’t you?” He chuckled, adjusting the glasses on his nose. The Fuhrer himself was silent as he let his thoughts mull in his head while the doctor went to the other side of his bed and eased himself into the chair. “Now let’s take a look…” He would turn on the machine where he put up the x-rays, showing the man’s spine that had definitely been injured. “See this? It’s quite serious already, but there is a silver lining in the cloud.” He explained. He squinted at the picture and moved his fingers down to Havoc’s leg, feeling along it briefly. Soon enough, he pressed against the side of his knee, where a momentary burst of feeling would be felt.<br><br>“Your injury is serious, but with enough practice… maybe you can work your way around this kind of injury, Mr. Havoc.”<br><br>Roy would turn his attention up and stare at the pictures on the wall very briefly. He fixed his eyes on Havoc next, dark eyes filled with determination. “You’re not going to be discharged.” He informed, rising up onto his feet and shaking his head. “The last thing I’m going to see is you being forced to retire early from an injury that can be treated, you understand me? I’m your superior officer and you’re not going to just sit back and let this happen. That’s an order.” He grit his teeth, staring down at the man with a look of sternness in his eyes, though also a gentle tone to them as well.<br><br>“Is that understood, lieutenant?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 19:36:24</strong>
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				The doctor arrived much sooner than Havoc anticipated, but that was just fine. The silence between him and Mustang was killing him, so it was a welcome break when the man with the clipboard walked into the room. It didn't really matter if Roy heard what the doctor had to say or not, since he already found out about his paralysis. What worse could happen? He was just going to accept the discharge, send the form in to the office and figure out what to do with his life now that he was of no use to the military. Maybe he could help out with the family business...<br><br>He was rather quiet while the doctor spoke to him about his condition, showing them the images of his spinal cord and pointing out the areas where it had been heavily damaged. It was a wonder that Jean didn't suffer more from the injury, but it didn't take away from the fact that it was still devastating. He didn't really believe the man when he suggested that there was a silver lining, some sort of saving grace that might turn things around. "Doc, if you're gonna tell me I need surgery, then I don--" But his words died on his tongue in an instant, jaw slackening and the cigarette falling from his lips as the doctor pressed his fingers into the side of his knee.<br><br>“H-Hey!“ The sensation felt warm and tingly, and it lasted but a moment, but… he could <em>feel</em> it! Jean's eyes were wide with shock, staring down at the man's hands on his knee before he realized he'd dropped his cigarette onto the bed. He scrambled to pick it up before it burned a hole into the sheets, opting to just discard it in the ashtray beside the bed. When he turned to drop it into the tray, he met Roy's determined gaze, and got another shock when the Führer declared that he would not, in fact, be discharged. But wasn't that his decision…?<br><br>Not one to argue with his superior officer, Havoc simply stayed quiet and watched as Roy rose to his feet and continued. It was an unexpected pep talk coming from the great Flame Alchemist, and he could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest at the order. God, he thought he'd never hear those words again… it felt so <em>good</em>. But was this an order he would be able to follow? He needed to hear more from the doctor, to discuss what kind of treatment and therapy he would need. Surely Mustang would understand that.<br><br>"Sir, I…" Havoc looked down for a moment, struggling to collect his thoughts. All of this was so sudden, and after he'd all but resigned himself to his fate! But if there was a chance he could get the feeling in his legs back, a chance that he could serve under Roy again… he had to take it, didn't he? Before he had a chance to answer, the nurse was back at the door, poking her head in and smiling brightly at Roy. "Please excuse my intrusion, but there is a car waiting for you outside when you are ready, Führer."<br><br>Jean watched as she lingered by the door before finally disappearing, turning his eyes up to meet the stern gaze being directed at him. But he noticed there was a softness to those dark eyes, something he was certain he hadn't noticed before. It made him swallow hard and fight the urge to look away. "Permission to think about this, sir?" He finally stammered, lifting his hand in poise for a salute. There was a glint of something in his own eyes, a hopefulness he hadn't had before. "I'd like to talk to the doctor about this some more…"<br><br>It wasn't a refusal of his order, but it wasn't exactly an affirmative reply, either. Havoc let his hand drop back to his side, offering Roy a rather warm, charming smile. "You should go and get some rest, it looks like you haven't slept in days. If I gotta climb my way up to the top to meet you, I don't want a face like that to greet me when I finally get there." He chuckled, just teasing the man a bit. "Don't worry about me, sir. You've got the whole country to worry about now. So you just take care of yourself."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 01:03:50</strong>
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				Just seeing that reaction from Havoc was enough to make his heart soar with delight. His mood definitely increased, for with this, there was hope that Havoc could properly recover and walk again. It would take a good while for him to be brought through therapy to do so, but Havoc had many people rooting for him. All of his friends, Falman, Fuery, Breda… and of course, Mustang himself. The man would fix Havoc with a firm stare before he reached down to the letter that had been given to him. He would tear it straight down the middle and toss it into the garbage, for he knew this letter was one informing Havoc of his honorable discharge. “You’re gonna show those bastards that nothing’s going to keep you down, Lieutenant.” He affirmed. When Roy wanted something, he was damn well going to get it. <br><br>Plus… he would be lying if he said he didn’t feel slightly guilty for bringing Jean into this. If he had stayed home and Roy had been allowed to do this on his own, perhaps the man wouldn’t be bedridden and numb from the waist down. However, Jean obviously would work his hardest at realizing that there was hope for him. Roy would salute as well and give a slight nod, albeit brief. “Take care of him, doctor.” Roy requested, earning a slight smile from the older man. “We’ll get your friend back on his feet in no time. You might not walk or run as fast as you once did, but you’ll still have feeling and you’ll be able to walk just like anyone else.” He assured, a hand laying against the man’s shoulder. “Lieutenant Havoc is right, sir. You’re looking rather haggard.”<br><br>“Mmph--” Roy mumbled, knowing that they spoke the truth. His hair was disheveled and he had been so busy and exhausted that he barely even had time to eat. “Of course.” Roy would be a much different Fuhrer than the previous one, as he was willing to accept suggestions like these from his subordinates. He would give a light bow of his head before moving for the door, knowing that Hughes would be waiting for him when he returned to his office. “I’ll come back soon, Havoc.” He nodded to the blond-haired man and flashed a slight smirk to him. With that, he closed the door behind him and began his brisk walk back to Central.<br><br>The Fuhrer would let out a relaxed sigh as he came back into his office, shutting the door behind him. He would need to call a car to bring him to his home, as he had plans to get a nice meal, a shower, and then sleep for a healthy eight hours.<br><br>After all, both of these men had promises to keep. It was amazing that Havoc had even been able to make Roy see that he was in desperate need of a break. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 03:02:46</strong>
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				The faith that Mustang had in his recovery served to lift Jean's spirits and bolster the hopes he had of one day regaining the feeling in his legs. He'd been sure it could never happen, and even now it was hard to believe that he could possibly walk again after the blow he'd been dealt by Bradley. It must have been some kind of miracle, but even he knew that it would take a lot of hard work and pain to make it through therapy. Could he do it?<br><br>He took one look at Roy and found his answer. This man was behind him one hundred percent, just like he had always supported him over the years. If anyone could give him the strength to endure the procedures and the physical reconditioning, it was his Colonel. His Fuhrer. Havoc watched with an ever-widening smile as Roy made to leave the room, lifting his hand as though he might salute him again. Instead, he just waved, giving a slight nod of his head in reply. "See you, sir."<br><br>When that door closed and he was gone, Havoc lowered his hand and leaned back into the pillow, turning his attention back to the doctor beside him. "Alright, doc. Tell me what I gotta do to get my legs back…"<br><br><br><hr><br>What a huge office. Pretty empty, too. Of course, Roy hadn't wanted to keep old man Bradley's things, so the spacious office was looking pretty bare at the moment. There wasn't much to keep a man occupied while he waited, but Hughes managed well enough. He didn't know how long Roy was going to be at the hospital, so he didn't want to leave the office and chance missing him when he returned.<br><br>That left him alone to his own devices, which could never be considered a good thing. At first, he had rummaged through Hawkeye's desk, but found nothing noteworthy within the drawers. Then he sifted through Roy's desk, and while the contents were equally as dull, he found amusement in planting pictures of Elysia throughout the pages of his planner, pads of paper, and assorted books. He even tampered with a newly framed photograph taken from the ceremony, slipping a photo of his little angel over the original contents. There was no doubt that the Fuhrer would not find this as amusing as he did, but he couldn't help but smirk to himself as he imagined Roy screaming at him every time he found one of the hidden photographs.<br><br>When the other man still hadn't returned, Hughes made himself comfortable in his chair, leaning back and propping his feet up on the Fuhrer's desk. It wasn't long before he picked up the phone and started making calls, mostly to his darling wife and daughter, if only out of habit. He was constantly on the phone, either to his family or to Roy, but he obviously hadn't called the guy since they were spending so much time together lately.<br><br>He was on the phone when Roy finally returned, closing the door with a sigh. He quickly ended the call, but not without a gratuitous amount of smooching and kissing to the receiver, looking up to the bedraggled man when he was finished. “So? How’d it go?" He made no move to remove himself from behind Roy's desk, merely leaning around to peer at him curiously from behind his feet. "I can't believe how fast you took off… you really didn't know he was in the hospital?" He thought for sure that Roy would have known about Havoc's condition, but even then, it was strange how quickly he reacted to the news. After all, it took a lot to shatter the composure of Roy Mustang… yet concern for Jean did it in an instant.<br><br>"I hope you ran that fast when <em>I</em> was in the hospital." He muttered with a small grin, taking his feet down from the desk and rising up from the chair. He would make his way around the desk to where Roy was, slinging an arm around his shoulders and tugging him over to sit. He looked about ready to collapse from days worth of exhaustion, and that just wouldn't do. Easing him down into the chair, Hughes stepped back with a smile, crossing his arms over his chest. Yes, that was much better.<br><br>“You need to rest up before you burn yourself out. Do I need to come over and make sure you’re getting enough sleep?” He inquired with a sly lift of his brow, both men knowing full well what he was implying.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 18:12:10</strong>
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				The moment he stepped back inside, he knew that he was not alone. Hughes really had waited all this time on him to return, perhaps to help him get ready to leave when he finally did come back. Or maybe there was some other reason for him to be waiting there. Maybe he was there to just comfort Roy in case the man felt the need to break down at all of this… hell that was happening. Havoc’s injury would surely take a toll on Roy’s mind and conscience, though at the moment, he didn’t seem too affected. “He’ll be fine. The doctor said that there’s a small chance he can walk again if he goes through therapy and all of that.” He put a warm smile on his own face just thinking about the situation, not consciously knowing that the Lieutenant really did have an important role as a comrade in his life.<br><br>“But no. I didn’t know at all. No one bothered to tell me.” The Fuhrer would scoff, a hand resting atop Maes’ left foot and tugging it off of the side of the desk. “But it’s all right. I’m not angry or anything.” He shrugged his shoulders, for he knew that he had been far too busy that most people wouldn’t go telling him such things. Not until his work settled down, after all. He would run his hand over the front of his face to hopefully wake himself up a bit while his body was lead around the desk to settle down. “I did, actually.” Maes was one of the most important people in his life, even if he could be annoying as all hell sometimes. Nevertheless, there was a certain closeness that the both of them had realized back in Ishbal, so they had kept their closeness a firm secret in the military, as well as from the man’s wife. It wasn’t that Roy or Hughes wanted to hurt her, but…<br><br>There was just a need for each other. Past friendship and nowhere near the state of head-over-heels in love with each other, but… well, it was just downright complicated.<br><br>“I planned on heading back home and getting some rest, actually.” He admitted, opening a dark eye to peer up at the older man. “It seems the consensus is that I look like hell.” He chuckled, adding that Jean had agreed with the rest of the people who had been observing Roy as of late. “Do you mind driving me back to my home?” He requested, taking a glance down to one of his pictures and allowing his eyebrow to twitch at the sight of Elysia. The girl was adorable and he did love her, but seeing her all over his desk…<br><br>Well, it might have been a bit too much.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 21:27:03</strong>
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				Hughes knew that Roy cared about his comrades, but it was rather surprising to see such a warm smile spread across his face as he spoke about Jean. Sure, it was great news that the man could possibly walk again with therapy, but he knew his friend better than anybody. Smiles like that coming from Roy could only mean one thing… that he was truly happy. And happiness wasn't something the man found in abundance. So what did it mean? Did he care about the Lieutenant that much?<br><br>He smiled inwardly at the revelation, keeping it to himself for the time being. "Sorry Roy, but I have to agree with the consensus, here. Let's get you home so you can rest." Maes walked around to the front of the desk, catching the twitch of the other man's brow. Ah, so he discovered the first of many pictures planted in and around his desk. "Isn't she just breath-taking in that dress? I took that one at the party!" He beamed, plucking the photo from the desk to plant the glass surface with plenty of kisses. His love and adoration for his daughter was a bit overbearing for everyone else involved, since they were often subject to having photographs shoved in their faces or being forced to listen to stories about 'the most adorable thing' she did that morning.<br><br>Once he had settled down, Hughes would exit the office with one very tired Fuhrer in tow, heading down to his own vehicle so they could go home. He wasn't sure whether Roy wanted him to stay the night or not, but he didn't think he'd get much rest if that was the case. Either way, he would do whatever his friend asked of him, just as he always had.<br><br>He always had Roy's best interests in mind, after all.<br><br>"So, Roy…" Hughes started once they were on the street, car heading in the direction of the other man's home. It wasn't a very long drive, but it would give them time enough for a short chat. There was something nagging at him in the back of his mind, something that he probably wouldn't have even noticed if he wasn't so close with the alchemist beside him. He might have seemed clueless at times, but Maes was a master when it came to the matters of the heart, and he was sure he knew Roy's better than anyone else.<br><br>Even if he was wrong, it would be fun to tease the man a bit.<br><br>"I couldn't help but notice. Correct me if I'm wrong, but you've got a bit of a soft spot for Havoc, don't you?" He glanced back and forth between the road and Roy, keeping a serious look on his face while he spoke. "I mean, the way you left in such a panic, and that smile on your face when you came back and started talking about him…" Was it just relief? Or something else entirely? He wanted to find out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 22:38:36</strong>
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				Roy was so tired that he really didn’t even care about what Hughes was telling him about Elysia. Sure, the girl was adorable and whatnot, but after having to endure such stories and whatnot for a long time so far…<br><br>Well, anyone would lose their mind.<br><br>The Fuhrer would ease himself into the passenger’s side of the car, already resting his head against his closed fist. Perhaps he was already sinking into the first stages of sleep, though Maes’ sudden conversation starter was enough to make him open one eye. His accusation was enough to make Roy jerk awake. If he had been drinking something, the front windshield of the man’s car would be painted with it. “What the hell are you talking about?” He growled. “He’s one of my friends! Just like--” He cut himself off and narrowed his eyes, sinking back into his seat.<br><br>He was about to make Hughes an example, but both of them already knew that they were in some blurred place past the line of friendship. He shot a glare at the older man and stared out of the window, shaking his head. “He’s my closest friend next to you.” Being friends with Roy Mustang was a true rarity to all. He only had a few people he could honestly rely on with his life, perhaps enough friends to count on one hand. He didn’t make new friends easily and his trust was hard to earn. The family Roy did have was a foster mother whom he spoke to frequently, but other than that…<br><br>Roy was a rather lonely man. He would sigh to himself and press his fingers to the bridge of his nose. “You know that with as many people I trust, if I lose one…” It would be devastating, so he didn’t even need to finish his sentence.<br><br>When they finally did pull up to Roy’s home, he would grab his things and look over to his friend. “You can stay if you want.” He offered to the man, not knowing if he needed to be home with Elysia and Gracia tonight. Regardless, he would climb out of the vehicle and make his way toward the front door. The exhausted Fuhrer would step inside and before he even had time to head into the kitchen to start dinner, he just collapsed upon the couch. Not to sleep, but to rest his weary body for a few moments longer.<br><br>“Mmmff…” He murmured into the pillow as he laid there, his limbs loose and his breathing slowed from his state of relaxation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 23:32:29</strong>
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				"Me?" Maes finished the statement with a quiet laugh, amused by the other's reaction. Even if he suspected that there was more to what Roy was feeling for his injured Lieutenant, he could understand the man's concern regardless. It didn't have to be a subconscious longing for the blond to evoke such a strong response in Roy, after all. With as many friends as he had, confidants that he could truly trust, it would be utterly heartbreaking to lose one of them. "I know, Roy. Don't worry about it, I was just teasing you." He glanced at him with a faint smile, but there was something in his tone that suggested he wasn't quite finished with this subject.<br><br>He didn't press the issue any further, focusing instead on just getting them home. When they arrived, he couldn't help but smile to himself; he had planned on staying for a while anyway, but it was always nice when Roy extended the invitation to him, himself. Gracia was used to nights without her husband by now, since Maes had more or less taken it upon himself to help Roy transition into his new role as Fuhrer. This meant late nights at work and him crashing on his friend's couch, but his wife didn't need to know that more often than not, he ended up in bed with Mustang, sans uniform.<br><br>He couldn't help but wonder if tonight would be one of those nights, but he pushed that thought aside, climbing out of the car and following Roy inside. He shut the door behind him and flicked on the light switch, which was probably not appreciated by the dark-eyed man as he seemed to gravitate towards the couch for a bit of rest. Hughes watched him collapse on the cushions and shook his head, chuckling as he kicked off his shoes. "I'll stay tonight. I don't want you burning the house down when you fall asleep cooking dinner."<br><br>With the thought of dinner in mind, Hughes felt a rumbling in his stomach and heard the growl moments later, deciding that it was nigh time for some food. He made his way to the kitchen and opened the fridge, balking at the scant contents within. "Don't you go grocery shopping? Honestly… you need to find yourself a wife so she can do these things for you." He shook his head, pawing through the cupboards next. He took a mental inventory of the ingredients Roy had on hand, then moved into the other room to kneel down beside the couch, chuckling at the sight of his friend's face smooshed against the pillow.<br><br>“Come on, at least take your jacket off before you pass out on me.” Maes grasped at his shoulders and pulled the limp form of the Fuhrer up into a sitting position, letting him lean back slightly against the couch. He went on to pull at the already unfastened jacket, pushing it back over his shoulders and sliding it down his arms, handling him how he might handle a child too tired to tend to himself. “Why don’t you go take a shower and I’ll get started on dinner, hm?” He offered with a warm smile, folding the jacket over the arm of the couch and patting Roy on the thigh.<br><br>“I think there’s enough in the kitchen, I can manage.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 00:27:06</strong>
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				Roy was smart enough to know that the subject wouldn’t be dropped. Hughes was a man who, once an idea was planted in his head, he would follow through with it until he achieved the desired results. Roy was in such a relaxed stupor that he didn’t even hear Maes come in and make his way into the kitchen to look for ingredients. The truth was that Roy was rarely ever home, so he barely had time to go grocery shopping. The eating he did do was at headquarters, whether it be a nibble on an apple or perhaps a few crackers here and there. It wasn’t healthy, but easing into the lifestyle of a Fuhrer wasn’t going to be a walk in the park.<br><br>“Mmmf…” He murmured in protest as the steady hands would ease him up into a sitting position so his jacket could be taken off. He moved his limbs lazily to help the older man get the jacket off of him. While he was rather unresponsive to most, he did hear that Hughes was staying and it set his heart and mind at ease. At the suggestion of getting a shower, Roy would rise up onto his feet and nod in affirmation to the Brigadier General. “Right… I’ll be done in a little, then.” He murmured tiredly, practically dragging himself upstairs to the bathroom. Over the sound of cooking, Maes would be able to hear the shower starting up and continuing for a good twenty or twenty-five minutes. <br><br>Ah, now he felt refreshed and slightly more awake! His hair was even more of a mess than before, damp and now hanging over his forehead to kiss the pale skin. After drying himself off, he would drape the towel around his neck and move across the hallway to his bedroom. This was his own house and he really had no reason to be shameful of anything. Plus it wasn’t anything that Hughes hadn’t seen before, if he did manage to come upstairs to check on him. Since it was quickly growing dark, the Fuhrer would slip his sleeping pants on, those which clung to his hips so nicely. He opted for a button-up white shirt that he left unbuttoned, revealing the toned figure that was a direct result of so many years of training and fighting.<br><br>Alchemists had a hell of a training regiment to go through as well, it seemed.<br><br>“Something smells good.” Roy mused as he stepped into the kitchen, drinking in the smell of delicious food. With the scant ingredients, Hughes had managed to make a delicious meal. He had to give him props for it, as Roy was not the best cook in the world and was definitely more accustomed to eating easier, quicker-to-make foods.<br><br>“Thanks for staying, by the way.” He eased himself into one of the chairs at the kitchen table, his hand laying over his belly. “You sure Gracia and Elysia won’t mind?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 01:35:28</strong>
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				It wasn't the first time that Hughes whipped up a meal for the two of them, and his skills had only improved since he got married. It was only natural that he learned a thing or two from Gracia, as the woman was a delightful cook and always managed to bake the most delicious treats. As it was, he had limited supplies to work with in Mustang's kitchen, but he was also skilled in improvisation. Using pasta as a base, Maes managed to make something that was filling and nutritious, since he was fully aware of the decline in Roy's diet. He couldn't very well pack the guy a lunch every day, so he would do his best to make sure that he ate something wholesome tonight.<br><br>When Roy came back downstairs, he would find one Maes Hughes slaving over the stove, his jacket removed and the sleeves of his dark shirt rolled up past his elbows. The top two buttons of his shirt were unfastened and the collar was pulled open slightly, giving his neck some room to breathe. Hearing his friend come into the kitchen, he turned and flashed him a grin, one hand planting itself upon his hip while he waved a spoon about in the other. "I learned from the best!" He boasted proudly, losing himself in his thoughts of Gracia for a moment. It was funny how madly in love he was with his wife, and yet he could be with Roy and be so carefree about it.<br><br>It was just… a part of him that he couldn't dream of letting go. He needed Roy in his life, just as much as he needed Gracia and Elysia.<br><br>"I already called home. It's no problem." Turning back to the stove, he finished preparing the food and grabbed a couple of plates from the cupboard, heaping a generous portion onto each one. The table was already set with silverware and glasses, a nice pair of crystal wine glasses that he'd found in the back. It was almost a romantic setup, but whether or not that was intentional on Maes' part had yet to be seen. Humming a tune under his breath, he brought the food over to the table and set the plates down, pausing for the briefest of moments to look Roy over. It certainly wasn't the first time he'd seen him dress so casual, but it was definitely a sight for sore eyes.<br><br>"See? You're looking better already." The comment was harmless enough, but he couldn't conceal the wolfish grin that tugged at his lips as he turned away to retrieve the bottle of wine he'd found in the back of the fridge. With a bit of effort, the cork was popped and he was pouring the crisp, bubbly liquid into their glasses, briefly lifting each one before setting it back down on the table. "I know you prefer hard liquor, but I thought we'd have a little celebration of our own."<br><br>Taking a seat across from Roy, he reached for his glass and raised it, apparently to have a toast. "To Fuhrer Mustang. You finally made it." He murmured with a proud grin plastered to his face, eyes sparkling happily.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 02:20:56</strong>
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				The setup surely did look a bit more romantic than expected, but he was talking about Hughes here. The man might not have felt such a deep love for Roy as he did for Gracia, but there was no doubt that he was almost, if not nearly as important as the woman. “Mm.” The food surely did look quite scrumptious, letting Roy be thankful that Gracia had taught Maes a few things about cooking. He wouldn’t outright speak of his happiness about Maes being there, but with the way things were working out, he was definitely lucky to have the man at his side. “I can only imagine how much Elysia’s going to miss you, but… if you’re sure.” He eased himself down into the seat across from the Brigadier General, casting a glance to the wine that was being poured.<br><br>Scotch was his preferred choice of liquor, but this would have to do for now. It added to the romantic hue of the whole situation anyway, so he couldn’t really complain that much about it. “Thank you, though.” He chuckled, though it was hard to tell what he was thanking him for. Hell, he could be thanking him for everything that Maes did for him, for it was no lie that the man did take care of him. Even if Roy was quick to deny such an embarrassing fact.<br><br>He would almost begin eating, though Maes’ sudden toast would send a warmth to his heart. He could only hope that he could be a hell of a lot better than King Bradley was. He wouldn’t dare use the country for his own selfish desires, and if he ever did show signs, he had comrades to knock some sense into him. Sitting here and staring at Hughes who had his glass raised, it reminded him of how terrified he had been when the man had been shot. What if there was some other world where Roy was sitting alone at this table? What if upon the hill behind headquarters, a tombstone had the Brigadier General’s name plastered on it?<br><br>He turned his gaze down to the red liquid inside of his glass, swirling it about for a brief moment. He had so many expectations put on him, but he felt pride and confidence at being able to make his people happy. The Führer would smirk and lift his own glass, held out to briefly tap Maes’ own.<br><br>“To my comrades as well.” He chuckled, taking a sip on the wine. Dinner did turn out to be quite spectacular, as expected out of a man of Maes’ nature. By the time Roy was finished, he had eaten seconds as well and felt absolutely stuffed with food. “Mm…” He allowed his hand to rub gently at his toned stomach, plate cleaned and wine drank. “I’ll take care of washing dishes.” He assured, rising onto his feet to grab up those plates. He did want to be slightly useful, after all. He brought them toward the sink and began to scrub into them to get rid of the leftover bits of food clinging to the plates. “You can go get a shower now if you want. I didn’t use too much hot water, so you should have plenty.” Roy felt energized after having had such a relaxing shower and a scrumptious meal. <br><br>Thoughts of what Hughes had said earlier were still lingering in his mind. Havoc was only one of his closest friends, so he should have been worried about him… right? After all, Roy had been utterly devastated and terrified when he had learned of Maes being shot. Luckily the doctors had been able to tend to the Brigadier General whom had gotten significant recognition for his discoveries about the Homunculi and how much of a hand they had had in their entire lives.<br><br>Back then at Ishbal, though… Roy had been just as vehement in his denial of attraction for his best friend. The look upon Jean’s face as Roy had given him his orders had warmed both of their hearts. Maybe Jean needed Roy to be there for him just like Maes had back then. <br><br>He lifted a hand and pressed it to his forehead, palm grinding against it to qualm a rising headache. This much thinking about relationships wasn’t in his forte. He would finish up washing the dishes and placed them in their appropriate spots before ascending the stairs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 03:51:16</strong>
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				It was times like these that Hughes would cherish the most, for although he might not always be able to be with Roy like this, he really did care for him just as much as his family. In some ways, he felt like he was living two lives… one where he was the perfect husband and doting father, and another where he was a caring lover to his best friend, taking care of him and comforting him whenever he had the need for it. And yet, he didn't feel nearly as guilty as perhaps he should have for carrying on his affair with Roy. He loved him, just as much as he loved Gracia. He needed them both, more than either of them would ever know.<br><br>Dinner went even better than he could have hoped for, and he felt a bit of pride at how much Roy had managed to eat. It must have been good if he went for seconds, right? He was leaning back in his chair with a hand resting over his own full stomach when the man got up to clear the dishes, letting his hazel eyes follow him around the kitchen from behind his glasses. He couldn't help but smile at how comfortable it all felt, or how natural it looked for them to be together like this. Like they did this every night.<br><br>"Hmm? Sure thing." A shower did sound nice, especially before they retired for the evening. Taking a last sip out of his glass, he would rise up from his chair and head upstairs, another part of this house that he was familiar with. He knew the place just about as well as his own, which could only be expected with how often he stayed with Roy. Soon enough, the sound of the shower running could be heard from downstairs, and would last a good twenty minutes or so while Maes enjoyed what was left of the hot water.<br><br>Stepping out, he dried off and pulled on his boxers, draping the towel over his shoulders while he leaned over the counter to preen himself in front of the mirror. His hair was a damp, disheveled mess, but there was little he could do to help it at the given moment. With a shrug, he left the rest of his clothing behind and exited into the hall, just as Roy reached the top of the stairs. Almost as if he could read the man's mind, thoughts of the blond lieutenant suddenly popped into his own head, causing him to smirk a bit. He could probably bring that subject up again now, couldn't he?<br><br>Leaning against the doorway that led to Roy's bedroom, he waited for the man to walk inside before he sprung on him, turning and wrapping his arms around him from behind. He tugged him back, pressing him close to his chest as he let out a quiet chuckle and moved them to the center of the room. "I was just thinking and I got this crazy idea. I want you to hear me out, okay?" Hughes' ideas could be a bit sketchy at times, but enveloped in his powerful arms, Roy would have little choice but to listen to him.<br><br>"Close your eyes." It was a gentle request, and he gave Roy enough time to comply before he continued, brushing a hand over his bare stomach. He leaned in close to his ear so he could whisper to him while his hand continued to move, just stroking along the pale flesh underneath the unfastened shirt. He wasn't sure how Roy would react to his idea, so he took a moment to brace himself, tensing up a bit before he finally came out with it. <br><br>"I want you to think about Lieutenant Havoc. See how it feels."<br><br>If there was one way to figure out Roy’s feelings for his subordinate, this would be it. But would he go along with it? He wasn’t so sure. He could only wait with bated breath for his reaction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 04:29:07</strong>
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				The Flame Alchemist would flash a slight smile to the older man who had come out of the bathroom just in time to intercept Roy in the hallway. And, as he always seemed to be eager to do, he let Roy into the bedroom first. This would be the first time in a long time that they had even had time to spend together, as Roy’s ascension to Führer was definitely exhausting and time-consuming. He had to take care of business that King Bradley had left unfinished, and not only that, but deal with the swarm of requests and suggestions from his people. It would be a long fight to stabilize the nation, but once it was done, Roy was certain that everything would be fine.<br><br>When the sudden arms came around him and he was tugged back against the solid wall of Maes’ chest, his eyes widened in shock. “Maes, what are you--” He hushed himself as he listened to the man’s request, one that he found a bit strange. “I’ve already told you, this is useless…” He sighed, but he knew that the man wouldn’t let him go if he didn’t try. He was certain that nothing would happen, so he simply relaxed in Maes’ arms. Eyes were closed and he remained silent while the fingers danced over the smooth flesh of his front. <br><br>As requested, he thought of Jean while those fingers slid over his flesh. He didn’t imagine Hughes standing behind him, but his lieutenant. Perhaps if he thought hard enough, the scent of cigarette smoke could fill his nostrils as if the man were really there. Into such a relaxed state that he went that he didn’t realize exactly how his body was reacting. Flashes of heated, slick flesh would go through his mind. Roy’s nimble fingers would be curled into the blond hair of his lieutenant. “Mmmff…” Hughes was probably grinning in delight as Roy squirmed himself in the man’s arms. Pleasure pooled throughout his body and his blood rushed to a certain part of his anatomy, one that was incessantly making a noticeable protrusion within his pajama pants.<br><br>He briefly had control of himself, enough to tug himself out of Hughes’ arms and collapse on the bed, hands holding onto the edges. He would quickly press his thighs together, grinding them against one another to keep his erection down. That was nonsense! How could he think of Havoc like that? The man’s handsome, cheerful face went through his mind, reminding him that Havoc wasn’t a bad catch at all. Perhaps personalities like Maes’ and Havoc’s were what he needed. His dark eyes went up to the man that stood a few feet away.<br><br>“… Fine. You’re right. Happy now?” He muttered, arms wrapping around himself. Roy Mustang never felt nervous about anything, so why should he be now? “What do you want me to even do about it? I’ve got you and you still seem to be pushing this. Why?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 05:59:32</strong>
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				In truth, Maes half expected the man in his arms to whip around and smack him a good one for proposing such a ridiculous idea, but he was delighted when Roy actually went along with it. He let his fingers trace random patterns on the soft skin as his friend relaxed against him, eyes closed and head full of thoughts of the blond lieutenant. It wasn't long before he had the desired effect, the tell-tale signs of Roy becoming aroused rising to the surface. The squirming and the small slip of sound did indeed have Hughes grinning from ear to ear, letting his fingers dip lower and lower...<br><br>But the Flame Alchemist pulled away before he could make contact with the swelling flesh between his legs, making him tsk in disappointment as he moved onto the bed and pressed his thighs together defensively. Hands came to rest upon his hips, regarding Roy with a curious tilt of his head. "I knew I was right." He agreed, a satisfied smirk coming to his face. Seeing how unsettled and nervous the Fuhrer looked, though, he would come to plop down beside him on the bed, slinging an arm around his shoulders.<br><br>"I just want you to be happy, Roy." He tugged him closer so that he could lean against his side, perhaps taking comfort in the warmth he exuded. Hughes wasn't sure what advice to give him now that he had acknowledged his desire for the lieutenant, for he wasn't certain how Havoc would respond to another man's advances. Over the years, he'd shown nothing but enthusiasm for the fairer sex, always complaining and whimpering about his lack of a steady girlfriend, but... Roy had displayed his apparent interest in women as well. One just couldn't be too sure about these things.<br><br>Maes gave it some thought, lifting his free hand to rub at his chin. "You could always just seduce him like you did me." The suggestion was a bit sarcastic, since Roy had been a little stubborn with him in the very beginning, almost refusing to acknowledge his attraction to his dearest friend. He laughed and gave him a playful jostle, fixing him with a devious grin as another thought struck him. "Or... maybe you could just order him to try it. You're the Fuhrer now, there's no way he could refuse." It might have been highly unethical, but there was no doubt that an order from the Fuhrer held much weight behind it. “He’s always so eager to follow orders, too.” It was hard to tell whether Hughes was serious or not, with that grin on his face.<br><br>Thoughts drifting from the lieutenant to the man beside him now, he would shift back onto the bed and bring Roy up with him, easing him down onto his back after a moment. He settled onto his side and leaned over him slightly, bringing a hand up to brush his hair out of his eyes. “You always get what you want. Why should this be any different?” The only question was how receptive Jean would be to his superior’s desires… there was little question that the loyal dog would follow any order given to him, perhaps even one like what Maes was suggesting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 13:01:38</strong>
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				"Äs expected out of the kind and comforting Hughes, he was soon wrapped up within one of his arms in a secure hold to help soothe his mind. His shoulders slumped almost immediately and his head tilted downward, eyes locked on his lap where he was hiding his swelling arousal from view. “Hmph. It’s not easy to be so happy when you’re being thrown into this situation.” He stated, turning his attention up to the older man, lips curled downward into a frown. How could he be so accepting and eager to admit that he felt something for Havoc, much like he felt something for Hughes? It was not something easy to admit, especially to a man of Roy’s caliber.<br><br>“Oh shut up.” He growled, shoving Hughes slightly at the man’s suggestion of seducing Jean. Back then, Roy hadn’t even been too sure on how to do such things and he doubted he could even do it now. It was a completely different situation from being flirtatious with a woman, for at least you were aware that you wouldn’t be judged or looked at with disdain for trying. With Havoc, it could either turn out to be a wonderful experience or it could spiral downward into complete hell.<br><br>Neither would he order Havoc to do anything like that either. It would make him feel guilty in the end, so if he wanted to do this, he’d have to figure out some other way. His thoughts were swirling madly as he was eased onto his back by the older man, and soon enough the looming shadow would hide the light from him while Hughes leaned over him. His dark eyes focused on the older man, thinking to himself while his hands went to rest against Maes’ chest.<br><br>“I’ll think about it, okay? That’s all I can promise right now.” He sighed, his arms soon encircling around the man’s midsection to squeeze him downward in an almost clinging-manner. It had been too long and while Havoc was a possibility, Hughes was a sure thing right now. His head leaned upward and with a soft nuzzle against the man’s stubbled jaw line, he would soon seal his lips to the Brigadier General’s own, craving the familiar taste and feel of the man above him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 20:49:30</strong>
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				It was rather fun to tease Roy about such things, though it must have been rather confusing to the alchemist why his best friend and current lover was pushing the issue so much. Shouldn't he be bothered that he was developing feelings for another man? Well, it was complicated, much like Roy's own feelings were becoming complicated. The way Hughes saw it, he had the best of both worlds and he was a lucky bastard for it. He had Gracia, and then on the other end of the spectrum, he had Mustang. They were polar opposites, and yet they were both perfect for him. He couldn't rightly monopolize Roy, being a married man. If his friend was craving a bit of variety in his life, who was he to stop him? Even better, he would help him bag Havoc so that the lieutenant could take care of the Flame Alchemist when he couldn't do so himself.<br><br>Well, that is... if Havoc saw Roy in the same light that he did. But why wouldn't he? Sure, he was a man... but he had such a cute face. The Führer could be downright irresistible when he wanted to be. He knew from experience.<br><br>He didn't even have to voice his opinion on the suggestions given to him, for Maes knew what he was thinking. "I'm just teasing you about that stuff, Roy. We'll figure something out, all right?" It was perhaps strange that he was taking a proactive role in a situation such as this, but when Roy wanted something, he did everything in his power to help him attain it. Even if it happened to be his lieutenant. The Brigadier General would wrap his own arms around the man below him, giving him a squeeze while he clung so close to him for comfort. He knew when it was time to drop the issue, and he was glad to do so. It <em>had</em> been too long since they could be together like this, after all.<br><br>"Mmmh..." He sighed appreciatively when he felt Roy's lips against his own, letting his hand slide up to curl against the back of his head while they kissed. What started out soft and slow would quickly become heated, Mae's tongue slipping into his mouth to get a taste of the new Führer after so long. As hungry as the kiss would become, he kept it passionate and not without a certain degree of sensuality, letting their tongues meet in a slick embrace. Perhaps it was thanks to his wife, but Hughes was a pretty decent kisser.<br><br>So much so, that they would have to part for breath soon enough, chests heaving slightly. He fixed Roy with a warm smile and settled onto his back, easing his friend to rest on top of him while they caught their breath. His hands would come to curl about the front of his shirt, parting the white material and tugging it off so he could get a good look at the toned body above him. It always surprised him how fit the alchemist was since he did a majority of his fighting using the gloves he often wore. "It's been too long..." Hughes murmured to no one in particular, letting his hands glide over Roy's body, truly admiring his friend's frame.<br><br>Soon, his hands would come to rest upon Roy's hips, slowly sliding up and down his clothed thighs. Easing himself up, he had the Führer sit back on his lap, letting his fingers dance along the inside of his thigh, dancing dangerously close to the arousal between his legs. After a bit of teasing, he would finally brush his fingers against it, letting his palm grind against it lightly. "I think we better take care of this."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 05:36:17</strong>
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				Roy might not have known it, but his skills in unconscious seduction were quite high. The sultry-eyed gazes that he flashed Maes’ way or perhaps the way that his movements would be geared strictly toward seeming pleasing to the Brigadier General. Nevertheless, in the end, it worked perfectly as evident by the way Hughes handled his body. The question was… would such seductions, no matter how intentional they were, work on Jean Havoc? The man was surely going to be harder to convince than Hughes was, though Roy definitely did agree with Hughes’ statements. When he wanted something badly enough, Roy would stop at nothing to achieve it. If he truly did want his lieutenant, then perhaps he would sink low enough to order the man about.<br><br>The deeper that kiss became, the more heated Roy’s breath would escape. His tongue battled slowly with the older man’s own until he was hoisted up onto the older man’s body to straddle his waist. The steady hands moved to remove the shirt away from Roy’s body, leaving him in only his pajama pants that were becoming a bit of a hassle with the growing erection inside. “If you’re sure about this…” He murmured, hands resting over the Brigadier General’s forearms while those hands teased and touched his toned body. He knew that Hughes wanted Roy to enjoy much more than just Maes himself, as that was the sort of man that his best friend was.<br><br>He didn’t know what he’d do without him.<br><br>“Far too long.” He admitted with a soft whimper, feeling the fingers dipping down lower to lean Roy back. The Flame Alchemist’s hands, ungloved for once, would curl about the solid thighs of the older man while he was eased into a leaning-back position to leave him open to the man’s touches. Just as he expected, that hand would move so eagerly in between Roy’s thighs to palm at the growing arousal inside of his pajama pants. “Maes…” He murmured, arms curling about his neck slowly to squeeze himself tighter to the man’s strong frame. It was rare to see the great Führer acting like this, but only a few people in his life would be able to elicit such strong reactions from the usually-stoic man.<br><br>“Please…” He pleaded against Maes’ ear, teeth catching the lobe in between to tug at it. “It’s been too… too long…” He groaned, hips pressing incessantly against his partner’s own to grind his clothed-shaft against the clothed one of his best friend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 08:44:58</strong>
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				Roy didn't even have to try to be seductive, it was just something that came naturally to the man, whether he realized it or not. The slight noises coming from him were enough to really get Hughes going, for the sounds were all too rare from the normally stoic alchemist. It wouldn't take long for his own erection to spring to life, eager for the attention of the man he'd gone so long without. He knew how badly Roy wanted this; it was evident from the way he pleaded with him, begging for his touch. The only time the Führer begged was when he was truly desperate for something.<br><br>Taking his hands away from Roy only long enough to remove his glasses, Maes' attention was immediately drawn back to the heated flesh between his friend's legs, that which was being pressed so urgently against his own. Ah, but the clothing was posing a bit of a problem, wasn't it? "Easy, Roy. All in due time, hm?" He chuckled at the teeth on his ear, fully aware that Roy was losing himself in his desire now. He only acted this way when he was especially pent-up, which he had to have been by now. So much time was spent at Central, they didn't have time for much else outside of work.<br><br>A pent-up Roy Mustang on his lap? <em>Lucky~</em><br><br>Hands would come down to tug at the waist of the pajama pants, easing them down over his hips and pulling them off with a little assistance from the man. Hughes managed to get his own shorts off with a bit of effort and leaned back with a soft sigh when their bare bodies were allowed to touch, stifling a groan when their hips pressed back together. "T-That's better…" He grit his teeth, rolling his hips up to grind his thick shaft against Roy's which was already slick with precum. Judging from the amount of the sticky fluid that was drooling from the tip, his friend really had to be desperate for release. Just how long had it been?<br><br>No matter, for he would give the Führer exactly what he wanted. Maes continued to grind his hips against Roy’s, encouraging the man to do the same while his hands slipped around to feel the soft curve of his ass. It was really quite nice, and he couldn’t resist curling his hands into the supple flesh, squeezing each round cheek in admiration. His lips would latch onto the side of Roy’s neck, suckling at the skin and nipping at all the sensitive little spots he’d memorized over the years. It was a triple assault: the continuous grinding of their cocks, the firm hands massaging at his rear, and the mouth lavishing sinful kisses all over his neck. He wanted to drive him even deeper into that pit of desperation.<br><br>“Mmmh… Awaiting your orders, Führer King Mustang…” Hughes smirked devilishly, nipping at the base of his throat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 17:32:05</strong>
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				Roy’s arms stayed tight around the Brigadier General’s neck while Maes removed his glasses, revealing those dark orbs that the Flame Alchemist adored so much. His hands would come up to curl into either side of the man’s face, giving him a rather tender, passionate kiss once all of the man’s face was revealed to him. The glasses did make him look even more handsome, though Roy always preferred to gaze into those eyes, unhidden by any sort of lens, to see how much pleasure Roy could bring him. His mouth moved once more to the man’s ear, giving playful nibbles to it as Maes soothed him to take it easy. After all, Roy was rather ravenous when he was finally getting one of his cravings fulfilled, and this craving just happened to be Maes Hughes right now.<br><br>His hips would ease their grinding for a moment as the hands went down to curl into the hem of his pajama pants. Roy would shift himself slightly in order for the man to slide them down past the generous curve of his ass and allow his aching shaft free of its confines, unhindered by any sort of undergarment. Roy hated wearing them to bed anyway. Come to think of it, why had he even worn pajama pants when he surely knew the outcome of this night?<br><br>“Mmf… Maes…!” The Führer groaned as he felt the man’s own thick, bared cock sliding up against his own. With the squeezes to both of his ass cheeks, he would press himself closer, trapping their aching arousals in between their stomachs. By then, Roy’s eyes were half-lidded and his tongue was hanging out while the triple assault upon his senses was working into overdrive to drive him crazy. “Maes… mmhh…” He grit his teeth and pressed his hands against his chest, playfully shoving him down onto his back. Roy’s strength was obviously of no doubt, but perhaps he showed a bit surprising strength from time to time. Without a word after Hughes’ request, he would stand up with either foot closer to Maes’ head. He twisted himself around to face the Brigadier General’s thick shaft, kneeling down upon his knees so he could properly lavish it with the attention it deserved. All the while, the Flame Alchemist’s lovely ass was bared before the man, allowing him time to play and prepare as much as he wanted.<br><br>“Mmmnh…” His hand encircled the base of the older man’s prick to jerk it slowly, feeling it swelling even more underneath his touches. He planted the tip flat against his tongue and drank up the sticky substance being pumped out from the tip, though his mouth would soon grow hungry and would envelop the tip in a tight embrace. “Mmmff…”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 02:15:59</strong>
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				It was always delightful when Roy became particularly needy, for his usually serious and stoic persona would fade away and leave room for the playful little thing he would become. Despite his original intent of simply pleasing his best friend so that he could relax and get a good night's sleep, he knew now that he would not come away empty-handed. It was apparent when Roy shoved him back down onto the bed that he wanted to do much more than just take. No, he wanted to give back, too.<br><br>After all, that's what friends were for, right?<br><br>"Roy…" He murmured, in awe as he watched the alchemist get up and twist himself around to face the other direction. He knew what was going to happen next, they'd done this a few times before, but he still shivered in anticipation when Roy got down onto his knees and leaned over his lap. As it was, he had quite the nice display of the Führer's plush rear, providing enough of a distraction so that the other man could tend to his arousal in peace. For the most part, at least, since the feel of those lips sealing so hungrily around the tip would cause him to groan loudly and jerk his hips upward, pushing more of his cock into Roy's mouth.<br><br>“Nnngh…” He shuddered, leaning up to distract himself from the delicious heat that was enveloping him. Maes wasted no time, grabbing onto Roy’s pale cheeks and spreading them open to reveal the sweet little pucker between. He watched it twitch, perhaps in anticipation for the contact it would soon receive… he couldn’t hold himself back for very long. Hughes would lean forward and slide his tongue against the sensitive flesh, rubbing back and forth over it to get it nice and wet.<br><br>The tip of his tongue would start to circle around the quivering bud, teasing at Roy’s entrance before he began to apply a bit of pressure to it. “Mmmh…” He flicked and pushed against the tight ring of muscle, soothing it with gentle licks as he pressed his tongue inside. It would be a fleeting sensation; after a few slick thrusts, he leaned back again and brought his fingers to his mouth, slipping a few inside to wet them. Down below, his hips would rock gently, sliding his prick back and forth over Roy’s tongue.<br><br>“Mmmf… you’ve wanted this for a while, haven’t you?” Maes breathed, chest heaving while his friend worked his cock. He brushed a few kisses over the backs of Roy’s thighs, one finger worming its way between his cheeks to stroke teasingly over his entrance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 06:53:29</strong>
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				His mouth was always so talented at this sort of thing, even if the only man he’d ever been with was Hughes. His tastes in men were extremely picky, so Maes and Jean were both rather lucky when it came to that sort of thing. It was only expected that Roy would devote his entire skills toward the two men, or at least when and if Jean accepted Roy’s offerings. With the almost loyal dog-like following that Jean had on Roy, it would only be a matter of time before the blond-haired lieutenant gave in to more primal urges with his superior. “Mmnh…” Those thoughts were scrambled from Roy’s head as he felt the large hands settling on his bottom to spread it open. The air tickled at the tiny pink entrance, which clenched firmly at the contact as well as the physical contact from Maes’ tongue.<br><br>“Fuck, Maes…” He let out as he pulled off of his cock briefly, heavy pants emitting from him. The slow rocking of those hips would distract Roy from the discomfort of having that tongue apply pressure on his hole, which caused him to part his thighs even wider to accommodate it. His own shaft bobbed in between his legs, dripping sticky pre-cum upon the man’s solid chest. His hands would move downward to squeeze onto the older man’s thighs, nails clawing down along them to leave red lines in the flesh. “You have no idea.” He murmured out heatedly at the man’s inquiry. He would jerk his hips back, that lovely bottom pressing back against his tongue.<br><br>Maes’ suggestions to think of how this would feel if Jean had done it… well, it was having an effect on Roy. It wasn’t as if he was fantasizing about the man while he and Maes were having their alone time, but he did entertain the thought of having the blond man beneath him like this, surely just as eager to please his superior. <br><br>As those fingers began to penetrate him instead, Roy’s head lifted off of the slick shaft, nicely prepared with his skillful sucking. “Mmfff… fuck…” He hissed, feeling the tips of those fingers brushing up against his sweet spot. He was begging to be claimed with that sultry look in his eyes while he gazed back and underneath him to the Brigadier General. “Better make it a memory to last a lifetime, hm?” He chuckled, a hand sliding down to gingerly squeeze at the man’s heavy balls. “Maes…!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 18:55:58</strong>
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				Thinking back to their first time together, Hughes could recall that Roy had always had a talented mouth, even if he'd never used it for such a purpose before. He'd never expected that his best friend would be such a natural when it came to being with a man, and he was sure that he was the first and only man to bed Roy Mustang. It was much the same story for Maes. If his friend's tastes in men were picky, then his were even worse, for he'd never so much as taken a second glance at a man that wasn't Roy. For him, it wasn't even a question of his sexuality. He loved his wife, and he loved his Roy. Simple as that.<br><br>So why was he so eager to give him to another man? He'd never dream of doing such a thing with Gracia; in fact, the thought of it enraged him. And yet, as he lay underneath Roy, fingering him in preparation for something much better, he couldn't help his own thoughts drifting to the blond lieutenant. Would he know how to handle his superior's body? Brushing his fingers against that sweet spot deep inside, he wondered if Havoc would know what it was and understand the writhing pleasure it would bring to his lover. He could only assume that Jean had never been with a man before, and the thought of Roy being the more experienced partner, instructing his lieutenant using the experiences he'd had with his Brigadier General… well, it was entertaining to say the least.<br><br>His thoughts were interrupted when Roy looked back at him and spoke, those dark eyes glimmering with such passion and need. Maes knew that look, and he grinned in return, feeling a surge of excitement tear through him. "We always do." No matter how many times they did this, it was always a rush to be able to claim the great Flame Alchemist, dominating the man in the greatest way imaginable. But to Maes, he wasn't fucking the famed alchemist, or even the Fuhrer. He was sharing intimacy with his best friend, a man he cared for more than life itself.<br><br>The scratches to his thighs and Roy's eager squeezing of his balls made him groan, prompting him to withdraw his fingers suddenly and give a playful smack to one upturned cheek. If it was the alchemist's intention to egg him on, then he would get his desired result when Hughes slid back and pulled himself up, steady hands curling about his hips while he got onto his knees behind him. His fingers came up to wipe the pre-cum from his chest, briefly licking each digit clean before he would smirk and lean over Roy, pressing up against his back. "I wonder how Lieutenant Havoc is in bed…" He whispered against his ear, tracing along the outer edge with his tongue. "Think he's clumsy? Or maybe he's a natural like you…"<br><br>With the seed planted in Roy's mind, Maes pressed forward with his hips, letting the tip of his cock grind against his slick entrance. He wanted to tease the man a bit, to really get him going before he gave him what he wanted. "Would he get nervous and take you too fast? Or would he go slow?" He continued, emphasizing his words by putting more pressure against Roy's tight hole, starting to penetrate him but doing it so achingly slow that he half-expected his friend to scream at him. "Mmh… I wonder…"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 17:03:14</strong>
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				The sudden smack to one of his round cheeks would elicit a sharp hiss of pleasure from the Führer. Quickly, that sweet bottom of his would begin to darken a few shades with the sudden slap by the older man, though Roy wasn’t complaining. He was used to Maes’ mannerisms in bed by now, so such actions were only welcome to the younger man. Before he knew it, his treat was being pulled away from him in favor of having the solid chest pressing up against his back. The Führer’s fingers would curl tightly into the soft sheets while the man murmured so teasingly against his ear.<br><br>He could picture the warm grin spread over Jean’s face while he teased his superior. He could smell the scent of smoke from the blond’s constant cigarettes. Thoughts egged on by Maes were having a visible effect on Roy, as the man was picturing Jean with them now, though in a much different light. He knew Havoc would be embarrassed and shocked at the Führer’s actions and manners in bed, but to successfully seduce the only other man that he really needed…<br><br>It wasn’t a trophy-winning accomplishment, but he definitely would feel comforted having both men close to him. “Hughes…” He grumbled as he felt the playful licking along the shell of his ear. “Mmnnh…” He hissed, feeling the pressure against his entrance which was starting to become a bit painful. The burn of being stretched was always hard to deal with, but the aftereffects of it were all too worth it. “You bastard…” He growled, hand coming back to curl into the back of the older man’s head. He dragged him down for a kiss from his position, their tongues hastily battling while the Führer’s hips pressed back.<br><br>“Mmmff…” He could only speculate on how Jean was when he was in the bedroom. It did pique his curiosity, though he wasn’t even sure if Maes’ attempts to get the two of them together would work. The sudden penetration of his entrance, being split open around Maes’ tip, was enough to make him let out a mixed scream and groan into the pillows. “Unngghh…! Hughes!” He cried out, so unlike the former Colonel who was now under the mercy of his older lover. His legs spread open wider, his own cock bobbing and dripping precum while his bottom was filled with the large prick.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 04:42:35</strong>
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				One thing about being intimate with Roy was that the man didn't mind if he was a little rough on him. Being with a woman like Gracia, Maes had to be especially doting and gentle, so it was nice to be able to let go once in a while. It was just another example of how lucky he was to have the best of both worlds. Perhaps soon enough, Roy too would understand the pleasures of having two lovers. He would try his damnedest to sway Jean in his friend's direction, but ultimately it would be left up to the alchemist to seduce the skittish lieutenant.<br><br>Hughes could only chuckle at Roy's grumbling and growling, for he knew that despite his supposed displeasure, the man really enjoyed his teasing. It was clear that thoughts of Havoc were having an effect on him, and it would be a lie to say that Maes was unaffected by similar thoughts. Maybe it would have been different if it was a man he didn't know, but this was Jean they were talking about. How many times had he spent his lunch hour chatting with the lieutenant? Imagining Roy pinned underneath him, panting and writhing in pleasure… now that was something he'd love to see.<br><br>"You love it." Maes grinned as he was hauled down for a kiss, letting his tongue tangle frantically with Roy's as he continued to press into him. He knew it was a bit painful for the man, but he was encouraged by the hips pressing back against him, aiding in his penetration of his friend's bottom. "Mmmh…" It took a bit of grinding against that tight ring of muscle before the head of his cock finally popped in, earning a delightful scream from the Führer as their lips broke. Rather than wait for Roy to adjust only to the tip, Maes pressed forward and slid more of his prick inside, biting back a loud groan as he fought against the clenching, protesting heat.<br><br>"Nnghh… you gotta relax, Roy…" He soothed against his ear, stilling his motions to give his friend a chance to recover and loosen up a bit. He planted one hand on the bed, covering Roy's and tangling their fingers together in the sheets. His other hand reached underneath their melded bodies, wrapping around the man's cock in a firm hold. His mouth would plant loving kisses along the smooth expanse of skin before him, all over his back, his neck, his shoulders… finally returning to nibble playfully against his ear.<br><br>Maes was a patient man, but it didn't stop him from delivering an experimental thrust into Roy, fisting his friend's cock at the same time. Perhaps he should have warned him first, but… where's the fun in that? "Mmmh… you ready yet?" He murmured huskily, stubbled jaw tickling at the nape of his neck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 20:49:50</strong>
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				Roy’s teeth grit together as his bottom would press backward against Maes’ hips, eager to feel the fullness of the man’s prick deep inside of him. Nevertheless, he knew that it would be reckless to go too fast since they didn’t do this very often, resulting in Roy being quite tight for the Brigadier General. “Nnnh… and you think I can?” He questioned accusingly. It was no lie that Maes was quite large and even if he did relax, it would still burn and hurt like a thousand suns. For a little while, at least. “Mmmf…” He grunted, his pale flesh glimmering while the man peppered kisses all over the smooth expanse of his back, neck, and throat.<br><br>“Ahhh…” He sighed heartily into the pillows and looked back with a dazed expression while Maes’ tongue would tease over the nape of his neck. “I’ve been ready, you bastard.” He groaned, his tight tunnel clinging around the older man’s shaft that was pressed so deep inside. He could only imagine right now how it would feel to have Jean in Maes’ place. Would he know what to do? Would he even be eager to do it? Not only that, but could he compare to Maes when it came to how big he was?<br><br>Not that it mattered to Roy, for he was not so superficial to focus solely on that. The Führer’s legs spread open wide, his cock bouncing in between his legs while he was filled with the man’s prick. “I’m ready…”He whimpered, his hand coming to curl into the back of the man’s neck. He sealed their lips together once more while he grunted and pressed back, suddenly hilting all of the older man inside of his warm bottom.<br><br>“Please~” Never would he seem so wanton and actually go so far as to plead like this!
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 05:15:55</strong>
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				Hughes couldn't help but chuckle when the other man snapped at him, lowering his head to press an apologetic kiss to the back of his neck. He knew it hurt Roy, but he could handle it… obviously, since this was far from their first time doing this. Admittedly, it had been a while since the last time, so his friend was especially tight at the moment. It was hard to resist bucking his hips with the way Roy's tight heat was clinging to his cock, clenching and throbbing against it in such an arousing way.<br><br>"Ahhh… shit, Roy…" It felt like if he didn't move soon, he would simply melt in the pleasurable heat of the Führer's bottom. Hearing the affirmation from the man below him, Maes bent down for another kiss and pressed forward with his hips, letting out a low grunt when he finally sunk the rest of the way inside Roy. The alchemist's pleading was like music to his ears, his stoic reserve shattering in favor of handing himself over to the pleasure Hughes could give him.<br><br>He didn't stay hilted for long. A smirk tugged at his lips; he was more than willing to oblige his Führer's request. Strong hands curled about Roy's waist, gripping him by the hips as Maes drew his own back, pulling almost all of the way out before thrusting back in to the hilt. He started a slow, steady pace, giving Roy's body a chance to adjust to being filled again and again. He wasn't intentionally hurting the man, but he wasn't going easy on him either, punctuating the steady rhythm of his hips with the occasional sharp jab.<br><br>"Nnngh… you're so tight…" He muttered under his breath, hand snaking up to curl against the back of Roy's head. His fingers fisted into the short black hair, yanking his head back to bare his throat. Lips pressed hungrily to the pale flesh there, sucking and nipping at a spot on the side of his neck to leave an obvious mark behind. It was possible that this could be the last time he had Roy all to himself, after all. He wanted to claim him one last time before he had to share.<br><br>The reminder that sometime soon, Havoc might be doing this very thing to the former Colonel, was enough to make Hughes unconsciously deepen his thrusts into the man below him, hips snapping into a quicker pace. His breath was hot against Roy's neck as he began to pant, the tip of his cock just grazing the bundle of nerves buried deep inside him. “Mmmf…”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 17:29:03</strong>
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				Roy’s eyes were not their regular shade of dark, but almost a glossy color now, for the lust and drunken stupor of pure pleasure he was in was enough to make him even look the part of the sex-craving thing he was acting like. “Mmnhh…” He let out a startled groan as the hand fisted into his hair to wrench his head back, baring that smooth, creamy neck for the older man’s lips. He knew that Maes was busy quite often and he would be acting a bit more ravenous than usual, but it didn’t matter to him. He loved it when the man treated him so roughly. It was just a damn shame that the times they could do this were so few and far between, with Gracia and Elysia in the picture…<br><br>Ah well. He was not one to complain. He would cherish this moment as long as it lasted. “Goddammit… nggh… goldsmith, Hughes…!” His fists were curled into the blankets and his back was arched almost like a bow, pushing that supple ass back harder against the Brigadier General’s thrusting hips. Each thrust would cause his ass to bounce, for while Roy was fit and toned in all other places,&nbsp; his bottom was a bit softer than he would have liked. His head was leaning down and sweat gleamed on his creamy flesh while the man continued driving so deep inside, brushing over that sweet spot rather brutally at one point.<br><br>“Fuck…!” He groaned out loud, not caring how loud he was since this was his damn house, after all. He would spread his legs even wider so the feeling of the man’s cock driving in would feel as if it were going in even deeper. The sounds of sex were heavy in the room while their hips thrust against one another, the chorus being one of Roy’s favorite things to listen to, especially with Hughes. “Faster… nnggh… faster, dammit!” He could use his position to order the man, even if the request was solely just that: a request to his lover, not the Brigadier General. <br><br>“I need it… mmmff… I need it…” He murmured in a dazed chant while his face fell against the pillows of the large king-sized bed. His upper body was pressed flush to the warm bed sheets while his bottom was angled upward, being assaulted and taken by the older man behind him. His cock would bounce once before he let go, climax hitting him so brutally. His entire body would shake as he came, dripping his cum upon the comforter and letting out a relieved groan. He wouldn’t be completely relieved until Hughes had cum, though.<br><br>He cast a glance over his shoulder, one with those dark eyes as seductive as can be. He spread his thighs wider and fisted his fingers into the bed sheets before he began to move his hips in a more erotic manner, almost as if he were giving the man a lap dance rather than being fucked. “Mmmnh~!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 17:24:56</strong>
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				Roy might not have appreciated the softness of his rear, but Hughes sure did. The supple flesh bounced against his hips every time he slammed into that delectable ass, adopting an even rougher pace as the man below him kept groaning and pushing back against his thrusts. He definitely couldn't let go like this with Gracia, and it made him love Roy even more for it. He could be just as rough as he wanted and his friend wouldn't complain, except maybe the next day when he was walking a bit funny or could barely sit down.<br><br>But it was definitely worth it. "Nnngh… shit, Roy…" Maes growled against his ear, fingers digging into those hips as he tightened his grip on him. He would obey that order whether it came from Roy or the Führer, thick balls making quite the lewd slapping noise as he pounded into that lovely ass even harder. He drove in deep, the tip of his thick cock grazing Roy's sweet spot over and over, pushing him closer and closer to that white hot razor edge. Hughes knew he wouldn't last much longer at this rate, either, feeling that familiar heat spread throughout his body and the tightening in his stomach.<br><br>"Mmmf… fuck…" He hissed, strands of hair sticking to his damp forehead as he labored over the other man. He could feel Roy's body tensing underneath him with the start of his climax, becoming even tighter and spasming against his length in such a delicious way. It was enough to draw Hughes' own orgasm out of him, but it was the slow, erotic motion of Roy's hips that really pushed him over the edge. He choked back a groan, taking one look at the Führer's lust-filled gaze before he lost it, hips jerking involuntarily as he too reached his climax.<br><br>"Roy… nngh…!" He growled, grabbing onto him and flipping him over onto his back before he had time to react. Arms wrapped firmly around the alchemist, pressing him tight to his chest while Maes delivered his final thrusts, just short of brutal as he slammed into him. He grunted and groaned like some kind of beast, finally hilting himself deep and pumping Roy full of his thick, potent cum. The man would feel himself being filled to the brim with the hot sticky fluid, the excess already beginning to leak out from around Hughes’ shaft to dribble down the pale cheeks.<br><br>Maes’ chest heaved wildly as he panted for breath, resting his forehead against his friend’s chest while he recovered from such an intense climax. It had been quite a while for him, and it took what strength he had left to hold himself up over Roy. It wouldn’t be long before his body slumped against the man, arms locked around him in a comforting embrace. “Mmmff… damn…” He chuckled weakly, tilting his head up to catch Roy’s lips in a kiss. It was tender, albeit brief, for he was still struggling to catch his breath. He was having trouble mustering up the will to do much more than just pass out on top of the Führer, lavishing his neck with warm, lazy kisses as he lay there.<br><br>“Feel better?” He laughed softly, nuzzling at the man’s jaw.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 15:30:46</strong>
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				"M-Mmmhh..." Roy grit his teeth, appreciating the roughness of the man's thrusts. He knew that the next day would leave a certain soreness in his hips, and if things went well according to Hughes’ plan, perhaps it would only become worse at some point. Nevertheless, he wasn’t keeping his head up and expecting a positive reaction out of his lieutenant. Roy was quite aware that he was going to release again soon, for the feeling was pooling at the pit of his stomach. “Maes… mmngh…” He groaned, looking back over his shoulder helplessly at the man that was pounding his ass so strongly. He had already cum, and yet the feeling was quickly returning with the pace his lover was setting!<br><br>Before he had time to react, he was being thrown onto his back by the man and quickly penetrated once more. His hips canted upward and his legs would squeeze desperately around the man’s hips while the large shaft drove so deep inside. “Nnnghh~!” He cried out, nails clawing down the man’s toned back. As they both rode out their orgasms and finally allowed themselves to relax, Roy’s own fingers would come up to tangle in the man’s short hair.<br><br>“Mmnh…” He murmured in response to the older man’s inquiry, far too lost in his pleasure to really respond with words. The feeling of the man’s weight laying on top of him was rather comforting, so he only sighed in a gentle manner. His bottom would leak the man’s excess seed, even while he was still stuffed so deep inside.<br><br>“Let’s just hope… mnhh… Havoc doesn’t catch on so easily.” He didn’t know how Havoc would react to knowing that Roy and Hughes had been together for so long, so he was always prepared that the blond lieutenant would be freaking out at such infidelities.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 20:00:22</strong>
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				They were a warm, wet and sticky mess, but Hughes didn't care. A wide grin was slowly working itself onto his face, feeling rather cocky that he made Roy cum twice in one go. He could feel the red lines that were scratched down his back almost pulsing in the afterglow of such an intense, wonderful moment, and there was only the briefest moment of concern over Gracia perhaps seeing them before it was filed away in some other part of his mind to be dealt with later. Right now, the only thing that mattered was the man underneath him, locked together in such a tight, warm embrace.<br><br>"Mmmh?" Maes chuckled. "He's going to find out sooner or later, Roy. Especially if you start…" He yawned. "Mmf… fucking him." In some ways, it was a wonder that they'd kept their affair a secret for so many years. He wasn't worried about Havoc finding out and telling the others, though. He kissed Roy's cheek and lifted himself up, shuddering as he pulled out of him. He sat back and watched the rest of his seed gush from the man's abused bottom, pooling on the comforter and making such a mess. He reached for the towel he'd used to dry his hair, cleaning them both up and doing his best to take care of the mess on the bed.<br><br>"I wonder if it even works anymore…" Hughes was thinking aloud, undeniably curious about the lieutenant's paralysis and whether he could get it up or not. He probably wouldn't be able to feel it, but did the little soldier still know how to salute? Guess they'd find out, at some point. He was too tired to think about the mechanics of paralysis and erections. He settled back down beside Roy and tugged the covers up over them, arms reaching out to curl around the man and pull him closer. "We'll have to investigate…" He laughed quietly, resting his head against Roy's. He would fall asleep like that, cuddling his best friend to his chest and holding him in a warm, secure embrace.<br><br><hr><br>Maes really wasn't a morning person by nature, but being a husband, a father, and something of a guardian to the Flame Alchemist forced the habit onto the man. As such, he was almost always the first to rise when he spent the night with Roy, no matter how they exhausted themselves the night before. It seemed the former Colonel required a little more sleep than he normally did, for Hughes had been up for a while and taken care of a few things already. He was probably exhausted from all those climaxes… he was still pretty damn proud of himself for that.<br><br>Keeping himself occupied, but quiet as not to wake up the slumbering Führer, was no easy task. He managed, though, picking away at a few chores around the house that the busy man no doubt had no time to get to lately. He put in a load of laundry, including the soiled comforter from the bed, and let the washer run while he straightened up some things and took the trash out. He figured Roy might yell at him and remind him that he wasn't helpless, but he just wanted to help the guy out. It wasn't as if he had anything else to do, anyway.<br><br>He was poking around in the fridge to see what he could make for breakfast when the phone rang, jarring him out of his thoughts. He stifled a yawn and trudged over to the phone that was mounted on the wall, picking up the receiver before it disturbed Roy upstairs. "Hello?"<br><br>"What are yo-- …Hughes?" There was a pause, the irritation in the female voice on the other end dying off for a moment. He recognized the firm tone as belonging to Hawkeye, and he immediately craned his neck, looking around for a clock. There was only one reason she would be calling in the morning, and a feeling of dread crept up his spine.<br><br>If they were late, she was going to shoot them. They were as good as dead.<br><br>"Where's the Führer?" She demanded curtly, clearly unimpressed. "There's a meeting to discuss the terms of the treaty in twenty minutes! I can only entertain these people for so long."<br><br>Oh, shit. Not good. Hughes gulped, grip tightening on the phone. "Sorry, sorry! He's asleep. I'll make sure he gets there, don't you worry!"<br><br>"He's asleep?" Riza's tone seemed to soften a bit out of concern for the man, but only for a moment. "Well, hurry up."<br><br>"Yes ma'am!" He nodded and hung up, abandoning the idea of breakfast as he dashed up the stairs. He hated to wake his friend when he was so exhausted, but if they didn't get going soon there was no telling what Hawkeye might do to them. He shuddered at the thought. Leaning over the side of the bed, he clasped the man's shoulder and shook him gently, speaking to him in an urgent whisper. "Roy… hey, Roy, come on. You gotta get up or we'll be late. There's an important meeting." He shook him a little harder, then moved to the windows to open the blinds, letting the light pour in. "The people from Ishbal are already there. Hawkeye’s keeping them busy, but…"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 16:21:09</strong>
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				Roy didn’t know how long he had been sleeping, but the feel of the warm sheets were too nice to get away from. He might not have been wrapped up in Maes’ arms anymore, but being so exhausted the night before only made the bed feel even better. How long had it been since he’d even slept within his own home? The majority of the time involved Roy passing out at his desk or falling asleep on the couch at Central, so sleeping in an actual bed was like a delicacy right about now. “Mmff…” He murmured, turning his head away and burying his face against the pillows. He briefly heard a phone ring, but today was a day that he had all intentions of sleeping away. He had to catch up on said sleep, after all.<br><br>Only he had forgotten about a very important meeting with the Ishbalan representative, which might have been looked upon as disrespectful if the Fuhrer didn’t even remember it or had forgotten to attend. His bare back was glimmering in the sunlight of the room as Hughes quickly rushed inside, going so far as to shake his shoulder to hopefully awaken the slumbering leader. “Mmmff… Mmhmm… too early…” He mumbled against the pillows. He was silent as could be until the statement registered in his mind.<br><br>Ishbalans. Oh god dammit.<br><br>He quickly pushed himself up, almost knocking his head into the Brigadier General’s as he was coming upward. “Dammit! Dammit, dammit, dammit!” He was cursing up a storm as he quickly pulled himself out of bed and ran toward his dresser to throw his clothing on. The speed in which Roy ran about the room and in the bathroom to get himself ready was quite surprising and amazing. He brushed his teeth and threw on his uniform in the course of about two minutes, even if the uniform was a bit messed up. He’d have time to fix it while they were driving toward Central.<br><br>“All right. I’m good. Let’s go, quickly.” He was practically dragging Hughes out of the house, for he needed a ride and who better to give that ride to him than Hughes? He already had his agenda planned out for the day. Go to this meeting, solidify relations with the Ishbalans, and then head straight to the hospital to check on Havoc. <br><br>Just to check on him, of course.<br><br>Before that, though… he’d have to get through this meeting. And suffer the berating and lecture that he’d get from Riza Hawkeye of all people. Just the thought of her lecturing and her temper after he had almost missed his meeting… it made his entire body shudder with anxiety.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 20:09:06</strong>
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				It was really a shame that he had to wake Roy up, for the man looked quite adorable curled up in those sheets with his face pressed into the pillows and his hair sticking up in all directions. If there hadn't been an important meeting today and the impending doom they would soon face under Hawkeye, then maybe they would have had a little cuddle time or even an encore of last night's performance. Hughes sighed ruefully, seeing their missed opportunities fly out the window.<br><br>He barely had time to move before their heads butted, reeling backward to avoid a nasty collision with the Führer. "I know, I forgot too." Maes admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. He generally tried to keep up with his friend's schedule, if only so that he could take care of the man and make sure he was where he needed to be at the right time. Perhaps he would make a better secretary than a Brigadier General.<br><br>He could only watch in wonder as Roy got out of bed and got ready, running around in such a frenzy. It was reminiscent of their days at the military academy, when they had been roommates. There'd been plenty of times when the alchemist overslept and had to scurry around in a hurry to get ready, but he almost always made it in the nick of time. He could only hope that his luck would hold out today, lest Hawkeye have even more of a reason to skin them alive.<br><br>With the former Colonel dressed and as ready as he could ever hope to be, Maes found himself being dragged through the house and down the stairs, nearly tripping on the steps as they moved in such a hurry. "Hey! Easy, Roy!" He urged, tugging back on the younger man's arm when they reached the front door. Turning him around, he combed his fingers through an unruly tuft of black hair and smoothed out the front of his jacket, straightening out the lapel before he gave a nod of approval. "That's better." He chuckled, leaning down to snare his lips in one last kiss. There was no telling when they'd get another chance to do this, after all.<br><br>Giving Roy a playful swat to his bottom, the door was opened and they stepped outside, heading to the car. Hughes drove a bit faster than was perhaps necessary to make it back to Central, but at this point, every second counted. He could just imagine the intimidating form of their lovely sniper waiting for them to arrive, pistol in hand and a withering expression on her face. A part of him wanted to pull over and call Elysia, to sob and explain that Daddy wouldn't be coming home tonight, but… he managed to pull himself together, somehow.<br><br>Once they arrived, he parked and headed up the front steps with Roy, feeling like they were a couple of school kids walking to the office to get a scolding from the principal. Something didn't seem right, though. As they walked inside, he expected an immediate lashing from Hawkeye, but she was nowhere to be found. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, either. "Maybe we're off the hook." He sighed in relief, wiping his arm over his forehead. At the very least, the lecture would be postponed until after the Ishbalan representatives had left. Rounding the corner, however, they were faced with a rather smug-looking blond, although it was not the one they had initially worried about.<br><br>"HA! There you are!" An accusing finger was thrust in Roy's face before the hand joined its twin on leather-clad hips, the shit-eating grin on his face growing even wider. It appeared that Riza had dealt the Führer a punishment much worse than a simple berating from her in the form of an obnoxiously smug Edward Elric first thing in the morning. The newest Colonel practically cackled in delight at the sight of his superior, those golden eyes sparkling wickedly.<br><br>"Hey, Edo." Hughes greeted him, lifting his hand in a cheery gesture. "Where's your uniform? I thought you were supposed to start wearing it."<br><br>"Tcch." He turned up his nose, crossing his arms over his chest. "Hawkeye said she doesn't care as long as I get the stupid Führer upstairs." Glancing up at Roy, he smirked. "Ready to go, Sleeping Beauty?"<br><br>Maes had to turn around and cover his mouth to stifle his laughter, trying to mask it by coughing instead. His shoulders shook and he took a cautious glance over his shoulder to look at his friend, but Edward was already dragging him down the hall towards the stairs. Reassured by the distance being put between them, Hughes turned around and waved after them. "See you later, Roy! Knock 'em dead!" Almost as soon as the words were out, he blanched, eyes widening and mouth clamping shut. He <em>so</em> hadn't meant it like that. He glanced around to see if anyone else had heard his blunder, letting out a relieved sigh when he saw no one.<br><br>Slumping his shoulders, he started walking in the other direction, intent upon making a phone call home. Today was going to be an interesting day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 04:06:06</strong>
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				There was no time to wait! What was Maes talking about? He was about to speak up in protest of the man holding him back, though it was only to smooth out his hair, jacket, and straighten out his lapel a bit. There was no doubt that Roy didn’t intend to sleep late just to have Maes take care of things, but there was one thing for certain… he wouldn’t be where he was every morning without Hughes there to watch over him and take care of him when he needed it. The Fuhrer’s cheeks were alight with a slight pinkness as they went out to the car, Roy noticeably limping a bit from the lovemaking that he and the Brigadier General had done the night before. He wouldn’t let the others notice it, though. As they slipped into the car and Hughes began the drive, Roy was going through his thoughts to solidify offerings and reasonings behind the alliance between Ishbal and Amestris. They might have had a terrible relationship beforehand, but both of the countries and its people were willing to look past all of that.<br><br>Thoughts of what awaited them at Central was still haunting him, though. If they made it even a few seconds late… he could only imagine what sort of hell Riza would put them through. Fuhrer or not, the woman kept a close eye on Roy just as Hughes did, and if he screwed up, she was sure to let him know. And she was sure to let him feel it too, usually with a backhand across the head or keeping him at Central for a few more hours. When they arrived at the large building, Roy made sure to adjust his clothing and his hair to smooth it out nicely. He looked into the mirror, noticing that his face looked considerably better than it had the day before. He didn’t have bags under his eyes and his skin was smooth as ever. Plus he didn’t have that fucking ugly ass moustache from the epilogue of the anime!<br><br>He climbed out of the car and took a deep breath as he and Maes walked side by side into the building. While expecting Hawkeye to be there waiting on them, tapping her foot impatiently, they were greeting something entirely different. His eyebrow twitched as he laid eyes on Fullmetal, someone that really wasn’t going to make his day better by being there. “Just shut up and take me there, brat.” He growled, moving up the stairs quickly. He just hoped that his tardiness wouldn’t reflect poorly on the government and country’s interests in healing old wounds with the Ishbalan people. <br><br>Luckily for him, they might have been a bit frustrated with his late arrival, but they weren’t unreasonable. They understood that he hadn’t gotten much sleep and he needed a break. The meeting went on without a problem and by the end of the two-hour meeting, a treaty had been drawn up for Amestris to help Ishbal expand its borders into some of their own territory. They would prevent the Ishbalan men from having to fight during war since the people had to repopulate, and Amestris itself would intervene if anyone threatened the peace and prosperity of its red-eyed friends. Roy gave a friendly handshake to the elders and bodyguards that had come, wishing them well on their ride back to their homes. <br><br>“That went on better than I expected.” He grinned, leaning against the table while he looked to Riza. “You’re not too mad about me being late, hm? I really didn’t mean it.” He chuckled, looking down. He didn’t give her much time to respond since he was straightening himself up soon, adjusting his appearance to look professional and handsome. “I’m going to stop by and visit Jean. See how he’s doing. Want me to tell him anything for you?” He put on a grin, looking down at the blond-eyed sniper.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 08:53:07</strong>
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				The meeting was definitely a success; perhaps even more so than either of the Amestrians had expected. With their farewells bade, Riza showed them to the end of the corridor where they would be handed off to an officer to be escorted the rest of the way, returning to the office and pulling the door shut. She turned around to face the former Colonel, posture perfect as she folded her arms over her chest and fixed him with a stern stare. “Indeed… maybe you're a bit more competent than I gave you credit for.” Her tone was dry and her expression didn't waver in the slightest, but they'd known each other for so long that he would be able to sense that she was teasing him.<br><br>Yes, they'd known each other the longest out of anybody at Central, so there was a certain camaraderie between them that was shared by no one else. As such, Riza was aware that Roy seemed to be in a rather chipper mood, at least in comparison to recent weeks. He certainly looked better after getting some much needed sleep, so perhaps it wasn't so unusual for him to be feeling better, too. Still, there was something about his mood that didn't quite sit right. Did he have a spring in his step? Was that smile even more charming than usual?<br><br>Whatever it was, it was enough to make the tough woman raise an eyebrow at him, watching him as he rose up and fixed himself. A habit he often had when he was leaving to go out on a date with some nameless woman, she noticed, only this wasn't a date and there certainly wasn't any woman involved. “I thought you saw Havoc yesterday.” She murmured curiously, but made no further comment. If Roy wanted to see one of his injured comrades, then she would allow it, even if the Führer had plenty of work to catch up on. She did feel rather bad for the Lieutenant, after all.<br><br>“No, but you might check if there are any openings available while you're there. You might end up there yourself if you continue to slack off.” Another cool comment, although there was a slight curve to her lips as she looked up at her friend. “You can give the Lieutenant my regards. Just don't stay for too long, you have a lot to do today.” Führer or not, she was going to make sure that he didn't get too far behind on his work. That was one thing that would never change… she was just as unrelenting as ever.<br><br><hr><br>The hospital really was a dull place, but at least with the physical therapy in the afternoon, he was allowed to see a bit more than just the view from his window. After his rather inspiring visit with Mustang and the hopeful prognosis from the doctor, Havoc saw no other choice than to take his chances at recovery and work his hardest to get back onto his feet. It was possible that he would require a bit of surgery once the doctors reviewed his progress and determined which spinal areas needed to be reconnected, so to speak, but he didn't want to think about that. If he was going to do this, then he was going to do it on his own, and nothing would stop him. He had to reach the top… to make it to where Roy was.<br><br>By the time the alchemist made it to the hospital, Jean would be found in the physical therapy room, which looked more like an open gymnasium than a rehabilitation center. There were surprisingly few people in the room, but it was nearing the end of the day's therapy sessions and many of the patients were finishing up for the afternoon. Havoc was no exception, as he was currently enduring the final minutes of his own therapy, although it was more of an assessment than anything. Clad in a pair of the hospital’s not so fashionable pants, the Lieutenant’s bare back was lined with little round discs, connected to sensors that measured and recorded the activity of his muscles and nerves.<br><br>The soldier had a fair amount of upper body strength, but he’d never had to rely solely upon it to support himself before. For this round of therapy, he was to stand in the middle of two horizontal rails and keep himself upright, which proved to be no easy task. There was no sense of balance within him and he wasn’t even able to move. It was frustrating, and his grip on the rails tightened as he stood there, stranded and unable to do anything but hold himself up. His arms were starting to buckle, muscles tensed under the strain he was putting on them. “Ngh…”<br><br>“Just a few more minutes, Mr. Havoc. You’re doing great.” The young therapist did his best to encourage the man, glancing at the readings and jotting something down on his clipboard. Havoc sighed and lowered his head. He couldn’t wait to get back to his room… but even more than that, he wanted a cigarette. He didn’t even care if that pretty nurse yelled at him again. He just needed to take comfort in <em>something</em> after this seemingly hopeless therapy session.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 23:02:29</strong>
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				Hawkeye might have been stern with him, but she was one of the only people in his life that really knew him. Hughes had the opportunity to know everything about Roy since they had been partners for so long, and Hawkeye knew just as much as the Brigadier General since she was always at his side. She acted almost as a role of what Hughes had always intended to be for the man: someone to keep him in line, keep his schedule easy-to-follow, and to just keep an eye out for him. Roy might have been painted to the public as an independent and powerful man, but in reality, he was just like everyone else. He needed support to help carry him through the harder times, and those two had been there at his side to help him by any means necessary.<br><br>And then there was Havoc… his second lieutenant, the one that was so eager to see him rise to the top in power. It was heart-warming to see that he had such support from him, even when Havoc had been victim to many of Roy’s outbursts and his temper beforehand. Still, the blond-haired man still kept at his side and was always ready to put forth a helping hand in the greater missions. That was what had wound him up in the hospital in the first place, all for the sake of the mission and to help Roy get to the top.<br><br>He’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel a semblance of guilt.<br><br>“I’ll be back in time, don’t worry. I’m just going to check up on him.” He didn’t want to have his men laying in bed alone without anyone to talk to, after all. It was just downright wrong. The man gave a wave to Riza as he left the office, making his way to the hospital that wasn’t a huge distance away. <br><br>When he did arrive at Havoc’s room, he found it empty. Luckily, a passing nurse would inform him of where the man was, which lead him to the physical rehabilitation room. It was easy to spot the blond as he held himself up with the horizontal railings, doing his best to put slight weight on his legs to regain the feeling of them. It would be a long process to recover, but it was heartwarming to see him putting such an effort into it. He would move forward and put on a smirk, arms crossed over his chest.<br><br>“Well well. Look at this. I’d never imagine that you’d be doing this kind of work without a cigarette.” He teased, letting out a rare laugh that was so unusual coming from the Fuhrer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 20:03:16</strong>
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				It was easy to see that Jean was getting frustrated by this exercise, but who could blame him? He never expected that it would be so difficult, and he wasn't used to feeling so weak or useless. It was really hitting home to the blond lieutenant that he was of no use to the military like this, and if he didn't get the feeling back in his legs soon… well, he was sure that he'd get left behind. Mustang was the Führer now, so there was no way he'd have time to dote on one of his men. Even after their talk the day before, Havoc was filled with doubts and insecurities about his purpose now. How long would he be given to recover before Roy found a replacement for him? Someone else to rely on while he was laid up in the hospital?<br><br>That thought sent a sharp pain to his chest. He couldn't stand the thought of another man taking his place, not at Central and not in the former Colonel's life. After all he'd done for Roy, all his years of obedient service and loyalty to the older man… surely it wouldn't be like that. He was positive no one could measure up to him in that respect. Hell, if he could go back and fight against Bradley again, he wouldn't change a thing. He didn't regret his injury because it helped his friend secure victory and finally rise up to the position of Führer. That's what he'd wanted the most.<br><br>He hadn't even spoken of the devil, but here he was. Havoc didn't notice the dark-haired man's arrival until he spoke, instantly snapping the lieutenant out of his brooding thoughts. "Sir!" That blond head snapped up and a happy, surprised grin spread across his face, blue eyes twinkling with some warm emotion. He felt that warmth in his heart, genuinely touched that Roy had come to see him again. His laughter was almost musical, and so rare… he couldn't recall ever hearing his superior laugh before. He stared at him, almost in awe of the sound.<br><br>So in awe was Jean that he forgot what he was doing, very nearly plummeting to the floor before the therapist sprung into action. He caught the lieutenant as his grip on the rails loosened and his legs gave out, deciding that the man had had enough for one day. "I can't let you lay there like an octopus. Here's a chair." He eased the blond down into his wheelchair and unhooked the equipment they'd been using, leaving Havoc to look up sheepishly at his friend. There was a pink tint to his cheeks, hinting at the embarrassment he felt at almost falling on his face in front of Roy.<br><br>"I didn't think I'd see you again so soon, sir." He admitted with a small smile, glad for the company if nothing else. The only other person to visit him frequently was Breda, but those visits had been dwindling lately, as it was hard for the man to see his best friend in such pitiful shape. "You look better than you did yesterday. You must have gotten some sleep." Unbeknownst to him, Mustang had gotten a little more than just a good night's sleep, but it was just as well. His mind probably couldn't handle that information just yet.<br><br>When the therapist offered to take him back to his room, he politely declined, wanting to spend a little time out of bed for once. At least with the chair he could move about and feel much less restricted than he did lying in that damn bed all day. Havoc fiddled with the lever that locked the chair in place for a moment before he figured it out, letting Roy follow him while he wheeled out of the room. They were moving down the hall when he spoke again, sighing softly in a mix of exhaustion and contentment. He was just happy to have Mustang close to him. He didn't have all those doubts on his mind while the alchemist was with him.<br><br>"So… how's life back at Central?" Havoc glanced up at Roy, a sense of longing in his eyes. It was only natural for such a hard-working man to miss having his job, one that he'd had for so long and took such pride in. "Is bein' the Führer all it's cracked up to be?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 13:14:31</strong>
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				To see Havoc's face light up with such joy at the sound of his voice... well, Roy would be lying if he said it didn't send a surge of happiness throughout him. Havoc had looked so pissed beforehand, as if the world itself had turned its back on him, but when Roy had come in... it was like a puppy waiting for its master to come home. "What? Surprised to see me? You didn't expect that I'd just let you lay in this hospital without anyone to talk to, did you?" Even if Hawkeye might have been displeased that Roy was putting off more of his work, it was all worth it if he was able to go see Havoc in the end. The Fuhrer watched as Havoc's arms quivered, the muscles giving out and making him lose his balance. Roy was just about ready to dash forward and support the man, but the nurse would grab him and haul him toward the wheelchair. "Havoc..." He chuckled, watching the man who had to learn a completely different way to move around since he had that damn wheelchair now. It might have been a hassle, but it was much better than just laying up in the hospital bed all day, right?<br><br>"I did." He responded to the blond's assumption that he had gotten a bit of sleep. <em>Among other things.</em> His thoughts added as he stepped up next to Havoc, walking out of the rehabilitation room. The entire place was rather big and Roy disliked such places, preferring the quainter, smaller rooms like his office and Havoc's room. He let his thoughts go through his head as he walked alongside the second lieutenant, seeing that Havoc was happier than he had ever seen him before. The man really was like a puppy that adored its master, as he lit up whenever Roy had something to do for him or anything like that. Maybe it would be easier than he suspected to convince Havoc to let him take care of him in other ways...<br><br>"Mmm?" He was drawn out of his thoughts as the other questioned him on how his life had been since he had ascended to the role of Fuhrer. "Busy as ever, but I'd imagine that you'd suspect that, hm?" He chuckled, resting one hand upon one handle on the back of the wheelchair. "There's a lot of problems to fix that Bradley left behind, so I'm taking it one step at a time." He'd be lying if he said it wasn't hard without Havoc there, as the second lieutenant was a lot more important than people might have thought. "Here." He offered, drawing a cigarette from the inside of his jacket and holding it out to him. He knew that Havoc didn't get to smoke the things often since he was locked in a bed most of the day, so the times he did get to were like heaven, he assumed.<br><br>"What about you, hm? Apart from what I saw back there, you're pretty popular around here with the nurses. Why am I not surprised, though?" Roy threw up his hands in a playful helpless gesture, laughing softly at the predicament. "Just make sure to keep focused on your rehabilitation, eh?" He clapped the man on the shoulder, that warm hand staying upon the man's broad shoulder a bit longer than he originally intended.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 20:19:47</strong>
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				His arms were thoroughly exhausted, but Jean pressed on and wheeled himself down the hallway, wanting to prove that he could still do some things on his own. Even as his taxed muscles quivered under the strain of pushing the wheels forward, he held a tired smile, satisfied with this small victory. Nothing was easy anymore but at least he could still do something for himself, even if it was something so small. "Yeah, I imagine you've got a big mess to clean up after all that bastard did." Havoc's eyes narrowed as he thought about their former Fuhrer. Of course he hated the man for all he'd done, not just to himself but to everyone else and the country… he was some glad that monster was gone. It just reassured him that his suffering was not in vain, even if it <em>just wasn't fair.</em><br><br>Blue eyes lit up even more at the offered cigarette, practically drooling at the sight of it. He hadn't smoked since yesterday and he was more than ready for a fix. "Hey, thanks." He accepted it with a grateful little smile, tucking the sweet stick behind his ear for the time being. If Havoc really had been the puppy that he seemed to embody, surely his ears would have perked up and his tail would have wagged in excitement at receiving his favorite treat. He still couldn't get over the fact that Roy had cigarettes on him to begin with, but he wouldn't ask any questions. It just didn't seem like it would be the man's preferred stress reliever.<br><br>Jean actually blushed a little at his superior officer's teasing, laughing along with him as a hand crept up to rub at the back of his head. He honestly hadn't been thinking much about women lately, what with the despair and hopelessness he was trying to keep at bay. Sure, there were a few nurses that caught his eye and he wouldn't mind taking them out sometime, but… "I don't think I'll stand much of a chance if you keep visiting me, sir." Havoc chuckled weakly, reminded once again of his disastrous luck with romance and the fact that on more than one occasion, he'd had his girlfriend stolen by the dark-haired lady killer beside him. He couldn't compete with a guy as charming and handsome as Roy Mustang.<br><br>Besides, what woman would want him now? Like this?<br><br>He slumped back in his chair and sighed, trying to hide the wounded look in his eyes by turning his gaze down to the floor. The hand that touched his shoulder felt so warm… so fitting for the great Flame Alchemist. Jean couldn't help but notice that the hand was currently gloveless, leaving their skin to touch for the first time. Something so simple and ordinary might have gone unnoticed if it wasn't for the fact that it was Roy touching him, something he was positive had never happened before. After all, the man always seemed a bit reserved and not forthcoming with affection of any kind. He swallowed thickly, trying his best to ignore the fact that the man's warm touch was seeming to have an effect on him.<br><br>They would reach his room and Havoc would wheel himself inside, shaking off the strange feeling as he came to rest beside the open window. He didn't bother locking the chair in place, leaning his arm on the windowsill as he stared outside. A gentle breeze rolled in and tousled his hair, but even that wasn't enough to soothe him as he sat there looking so bothered. He had enough trouble finding and keeping a girlfriend as it was, but now… how was he even supposed to please a woman? <br><br>The realization was a low blow to his already wounded pride. "The nurses… I don't think I'm really that popular. I think they just feel sorry for me." Jean sighed, tightening his hand into a fist as that look of defeat resurfaced. "No girl in her right mind would want a guy like <em>this</em>."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 23:13:03</strong>
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				Ah yes… Roy was rather notorious for not only being able to steal Havoc’s love interests, but many other men as well. There was just something so attractive about a colonel having his eyes set on you, it seemed. Now that he was a Fuhrer, it would be even harder for Havoc to compete with the competition. Not that Roy intended to steal Havoc’s women, it just… well, it seemed to happen rather often. He spared a glance to his second lieutenant who had a rather saddened look in his eyes. This wasn’t from Roy’s history of being rather thievish with his friend’s women, but because… well, the state that Havoc was in wouldn’t be considered attractive to most women, right? Such a sight of Havoc having so little faith in himself would almost make Roy grab the man’s face to kiss him right there. Anything to show the man that he was needed and perfectly desirable.<br><br>Not yet, no. He had to introduce Havoc to the idea of it little by little.<br><br>He slipped into Jean’s room and stood at the doorway as the man wheeled himself to the window to gaze outward. The breeze came in and tousled his hair slightly, making the man seem all the more handsome as he sat there in the sunlight. The dark-haired Fuhrer would frown as he kept his arms over his chest, finding himself feeling worse and worse for the man at the window. “Oh come on.” He chuckled, making his way forward and resting his hand against the other’s shoulder once more. “Not to sound strange or anything, but… you’re a handsome guy. Not everyone is so superficial to be focused solely on looks, though. A woman loves some confidence and determination. Be determined to get better and they’ll swoon all over you, I promise that.” He put on a handsome grin, giving the other a playful clap on the shoulder.<br><br>“I speak from experience.” He eased himself onto the bed, crossing his legs beneath him. He was supposed to be working and yet Havoc had his entire attention. That wasn’t going to change any time soon. “Come on. There has to be someone in particular you have your eye on, no?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 04:53:12</strong>
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				There certainly was a certain allure to having those sultry eyes fixed on you. It was a thrill to gain the attention of Roy Mustang, to have those mischievous black eyes set upon you like the prey of some predatory animal. Jean was blissfully unaware that he was being hunted by the alchemist, though. He had no idea that his superior officer was on the prowl, hungry for something blond and muscular. Surely if he had any idea of just what Roy was planning for him, he would blush ten shades of red and possibly die of blood loss.<br><br>But that would not be happening today. Havoc continued to brood by the window, refusing to be cheered up by the bright sunshine or the warm breeze rolling in. The second lieutenant truly looked swoon-worthy as he sat there, handsome as could be with his hair shining like gold and his blue eyes shimmering in the sunlight. "I guess you would know." He muttered as he glanced up at the man beside him, feeling that hand upon his shoulder once more. He felt a bit flattered at Roy's compliment, though the last person he wanted to get dating advice from right now was the former Colonel.<br><br>He knew he was right, that women loved confidence in a man, but… Jean just wasn't feeling very confident these days. He didn't suppose that he would until he knew whether or not he could perform when the time came… not that sex was the most important thing to him or anything. It was just that, given his current physical condition, he tended to worry more about that aspect than anything else.<br><br>With that constantly in the back of his mind, it was to be expected that he would start having strange thoughts. This was true when he watched his friend settle down on the bed, getting comfortable with his legs folded underneath him. Havoc didn't think he'd ever seen Roy looking so casual and relaxed before, like they were just a couple of friends hanging out and shooting the breeze. He wanted the dark-haired man to take off his jacket and make himself more comfortable, though he couldn't explain to himself why. He just… liked this more personable side of Mustang, he guessed.<br><br>So why was his pulse quickening? He had to snap out of it. This was just weird. There was no reason to start getting so worked up over his superior officer. "Hmm, I don't know… I guess there's this one girl. I think she's new here." Dark hair, big breasts… she definitely fit the bill for the lieutenant. So why did he keep thinking about the man sitting on his bed? He blushed a little, frustrated but not for the reasons Roy might guess.<br><br>"I would ask you, but… who <em>don't</em> you have your eye on?" Havoc teased, seeming to lighten up a bit as he tried to focus on something other than the strange way his mind kept going back to Roy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 20:52:15</strong>
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				It was definitely a rare event to see Roy sitting like such, so different from his usual professional persona. This was the pose of a man who was at ease with a friend, one who felt the weight of the world lifted off of his shoulders. For once, he was able to ignore all responsibility and focus solely on the man in front of him. He was silent as he allowed his thoughts to move through his head, wondering just what would have been done to save Havoc from having to feel this… well, lack of self-esteem. The Philosopher’s Stone had been made, and while it was a drastic item of power, why hadn’t they used it to heal Havoc?<br><br>Perhaps it was because Roy had a gut feeling, a feeling that Havoc would be fine without it. And if he really did learn to walk again, with cane or not, it would give the man a sense of extreme pride and accomplishment. He had worked on his own through the grueling physical therapy in order to walk again, and he was the only one responsible for it. No one else had helped him along. It might have been seen as cruel if Roy felt that way, for he knew Havoc felt helpless right now, but he knew it would turn out positively in the end.<br><br>Dark eyes fixated on the handsome blond that was relaxing beside the window. “Oh ho ho, really?” Roy put on a grin, his body leaning forward with his elbows resting upon his knees. He could imagine what she’d look like to catch the eye of Havoc. Of course, that wasn’t to say that Roy would be drawn off of his plan just because he was attracted to someone here. At Havoc’s accusation, Roy almost snickered, for Havoc truly didn’t know how true his words were ringing right now. “Well be brave, hm? Look handsome and ask her out on a date. I’m certain that she’d be happy to accept.” He chuckled, resting his chin upon his open palm while he fixated the man with a gaze. The breeze coming in from the window would tousle his own dark hair, cooling him off slightly.<br><br>“You’ll do just fine. I’m sure that she’ll be swayed by your charm.” He winked, slinging an arm slightly around his second lieutenant’s neck as he grinned. “Just put on a smile and convince her that you’re the best man out there. Like I said, Havoc,” He pressed a finger to the blond’s nose, a playful smirk on his face.<br><br>“Confidence.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 06:18:14</strong>
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				It was a little strange to be receiving so many compliments from the former Colonel, but Jean wasn't about to ask any questions. After all, what dog didn't revel in his master's praise? He felt his face grow warmer as he listened to Roy's encouraging words, finding himself smiling by the time the man was done. He was usually on the receiving end of jabs and insults from his dark-haired friend, so it was nice to hear some positive things for a change. He didn't know that Roy thought he was handsome, or charming…<br><br>Havoc was a simple kind of guy, so it never occurred to him that the other man might have been speaking to him on a level of more personal interest. In his little world, someone like Mustang would never be interested in some country bumpkin like him. Honestly, he was a little naive and blissfully unaware that anything existed beyond the realm of male to female relations. It was the only thing he'd ever known, and he'd grown up in a bit of a sheltered life, so he couldn't be blamed for his lack of knowledge on such things.<br><br>"You seem pretty sure, sir." Havoc chuckled and tilted his head back, looking at Roy upside down while his head was cradled in the crook of the man's elbow. Those blue eyes followed his finger to his nose, going cross-eyed for a moment in a rather cute expression. "Right, right. Confidence. I gotcha." He grinned a little, gazing back up at him and watching as his hair was tousled in the breeze. Something about the gentle motion made him stare, noticing how fine and smooth Roy's skin looked. Almost like porcelain, but… it looked really soft, too. An almost boyish face, sultry almond-shaped eyes, smoldering like charcoal under the fringe of inky black hair. It was no wonder he lost so many girls to the Flame Alchemist.<br><br>Before he could realize that he was more or less checking his superior out, Havoc plucked the cigarette from behind his ear and planted it between his lips, glancing around momentarily for something to light it with. His matches were on the table on the other side of the bed, so… "Can I get a light, sir?" He asked hopefully, smiling up at Roy. He figured the man probably had a couple of his special gloves on hand, or if he didn't feel like risking torching such a handsome face, he could always reach over for the matchbox.<br><br>"Oh! I got a call from Hughes this morning." Havoc would suddenly remember, turning his head up to properly look at Roy. The cigarette flounced about while he spoke, but never seemed in danger of falling. "He wouldn't stop talking about Elysia…" He groaned. "But he said something about a celebration before he hung up. Since I missed your inauguration, he thinks we should have another party when I'm allowed to leave the hospital." He shrugged, looking a bit skeptical about the idea. Knowing Hughes, it would be more like a child's party than a get together for adults.<br><br>Of course, he had no idea that a trap was being laid for him. He’d never stand a chance against <em>both</em> of his superiors.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 22:17:03</strong>
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				Roy took a glance outside of Havoc’s window, eyes fixated on the hustle and bustle that was going on outside. People walking the streets, tending to their stands that sold food here and there… it was a peaceful place ever since Bradley had been usurped from his “throne”. With Father and all of the Homunculi gone, they had nothing to worry about either. People had gone their separate ways to live their peaceful lives and Roy wouldn’t have it any other way. He was deep in thought as he stood there with his arm still slung around his friend’s neck, an affectionate gesture that was only the start of something much more in the future. <br><br>“Hmm?” His thoughts were interrupted as the other suddenly requested a light from him. He slid his hand into his inner jacket pocket to withdraw one of his gloves, slipping it on rather quickly. “Stay still or your legs will be the last thing you’ll have to worry about.” He advised with a playful tone behind his words. Thumb and forefinger snapped to create a small spark, something obviously controlled to make the fire as small as possible. It was enough to light up the tip of the cigarette and allow Havoc to enjoy his favorite treat, though. <br><br>He eased himself back down, though this time in a chair across from Havoc so they weren’t so far away. It allowed them to talk at an easier pace for one, and it also allowed Roy to shamelessly eye up the handsome blond lieutenant when he wasn’t really looking. One leg crossed over the other and his gloved hand would curl into a fist to rest against his own cheek. “You don’t say?” Hughes really was pushing this and if things happened as they usually did, the dark-haired Brigadier General would get what he wanted. “Well that’s how he is, you know. Always eager to have everyone be a part of the party.” He grinned, rolling his eyes. Oh, how blissfully unaware Havoc was of the impending trouble that he’d be getting into soon enough. “It shouldn’t be long. The physical therapy can’t last all that--” He was interrupted from a sudden vibrating within his pocket. He withdrew the small phone that he carried with him, opening it up to stare down at the message on screen.<br><br>“Hawkeye’s hassling me to come back so I can get some work done.” He spoke in a clearly dissatisfied tone, but he got up anyway. It would be better to follow her advice than ignore it. “I’ll come back later on when I’ve got my work done, hm? Keep your chin up and get some rest too. That therapy has to be exhausting.” The dark-haired man felt an idea spark in his head as he moved closer to the blond man, moving up behind him so he could slide both of his arms around his neck in a rather affectionate hug. “You take care of yourself, Jean. A lot of people need you to get better, all right? Even if you don’t think so.” He suggested. He would only fix his lieutenant with a smile as he said it.<br><br>And just like that, the man was gone, waving as he exited the room altogether.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 23:00:18</strong>
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				Blue eyes grew wide with concern at Roy's warning, questioning whether it had been a good idea to ask the famed alchemist for a light after all. Visions of exploding buildings flashed through his mind as the dark-haired man's thumb and forefinger came together, causing his body to tense to keep himself perfectly still as he'd been instructed. He almost squeezed his eyes shut when he heard the snap, but he forced himself to watch the spark that ignited the end of his cigarette, sighing in relief when the tiny flame faded away. "Thanks." He grinned, taking a generous drag from his treat.<br><br>The call from Hughes that morning may not have been expected, but Havoc didn't think anything of it. If anything, he was happy to hear from the man, even if it was only to brag about all the new words Elysia could say now. It was a bit of the familiarity that he craved; it reminded him of life back at headquarters, and he would take whatever he could get. "Yeah…" He chuckled, blowing a bit of smoke up into the air. "He mentioned having dinner or going out for drinks, just us guys." The idea seemed to appeal to Jean, for he fixed Roy with a smile and shrugged, unaware of course that the rest of their team would be notably absent from the trip.<br><br>His smile would fade, however, when his friend got the message from Hawkeye suggesting he return to Central. He looked undeniably glum when Roy rose up from his seat, saddened that their visit was being cut so short. He knew the man was busy now that he was the Führer, but… well, he felt rather greedy for the time Mustang spent with him. He felt like he was getting to know him better, little by little, even if he didn't quite understand why the man was coming to visit him so much. He wasn't one to question such things, though. He was just happy that he was worth his superior's time.<br><br>"Yes sir." Havoc nodded, not sure how much rest he'd be getting since the majority of his time was spent in bed anyway. He still had a lot on his mind, but his thoughts were slowly shifting into those of his former Colonel. He wasn't even sure why, he just… felt like he was getting closer to Roy and that their friendship was strengthening. He sighed and slumped a bit in his chair, waiting to hear the door shut behind his friend as he left. He wasn't expecting those arms to wind around his neck suddenly, giving him an affectionate squeeze while his superior murmured encouraging words to him.<br><br>Havoc turned his head to look up at Roy, almost in disbelief that this was happening. He felt his heart start to race and his face flush slightly, cheeks turning pink while the cigarette dangled dangerously at the corner of his lips. Just the way the man called him by his name and smiled at him was enough to floor him, so unused to this other side of Mustang. Where was this all coming from? Was this how Roy acted with his close friends? He didn't know. All he could do was stare dumbstruck after him as he walked away, utterly speechless after such a rare display of affection from the Führer.<br><br>"Roy…" He whispered, staring at the empty doorway. A hand moved to touch his neck, almost missing the warmth of the arms he'd had wrapped around him. Well… <em>this</em> certainly gave him a lot to think about.<br><br><hr><br>Back at Central, there was another blond waiting for the Führer to arrive, but this one was perhaps the most cheerful out of the blonds Roy had at his disposal. Alphonse Elric was chatting happily with Hawkeye when the dark-haired man returned to his office, turning from his spot by her desk to smile at the man as he walked in. "Welcome back, Führer Mustang!" He greeted him how he might greet his brother after a long day of work, smiling so brightly at the former Colonel. Hawkeye seemed to give him a look of approval, probably pleased that he'd returned in a rather timely manner.<br><br>"Alphonse has something for you, and a message from Brigadier General Hughes." She sighed at the last bit, having already spoken to the man several times on the phone while Roy was at the hospital. The younger of the Elrics nodded and brought over a small box and an envelope, handing them over to Roy. "The letter is from Hughes." Al explained, although the scrawl across the front of the envelope was undoubtedly Maes' handwriting. "He ran into me and asked me to deliver it to you since he has so much work to catch up on today." Not only that, but Alphonse was the most trustworthy person he could find that he knew wouldn't open the letter.<br><br>"He told me that he's been worried about you since you don't eat very much, so I brought a pie for you. Miss Gracia has been teaching me and Winry how to make them and I had an extra one at home. Brother seems to think they're good." He giggled, no doubt thinking of how quickly Ed had scarfed down the others. "Just don't tell him I gave you his pie. He might get mad." Al advised quite seriously, then broke out into another fit of giggles at the thought.<br><br>And the important letter from Hughes? A series of crude drawings detailing the different ideas he had for getting him and Havoc together, almost resembling some of Elysia's crayon artwork. Like father, like daughter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 04:16:49</strong>
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				As he made his way back to Central, he mulled over the happenings that had gone on in Havoc’s room. The blond surely was not some simpleton. He had to catch onto something different about Roy, and perhaps those confused feelings had really been realized in the handsome lieutenant’s head. The seeds of seduction had already been planted, it was only a little bit of tweaking here and there until they had Havoc right under their thumb. It wasn’t particularly manipulation, for Roy needed Havoc desperately at this time. All of his friends were necessary for him to keep himself successful, but only three would ever be so necessary in his life. Hughes, Hawkeye, and Havoc. Sort of like the three musketeers, only completely devoted to their Fuhrer and no one else.<br><br>That was a funny way to think about it, at least. He smirked and tilted his head down, wondering just how Havoc would feel to know that he was such a rock in Roy’s life. His thoughts were so deep that he didn’t realize he would almost run right into a certain blond. That outfit automatically sent off alarms in his head since Al dressed so closely to his brother, but the cheery smile on his face would let the Fuhrer know the difference. “Alphonse.” He chuckled, feeling his mood growing a bit happier just by being around the young man. The boy had that effect on people, as he was always smiling and doing his best to keep everyone as happy as possible.<br><br>And who could resist such an adorable face?<br><br>“A message?” He blinked, looking down to the box and envelope. He would take the envelope in one hand and place it into his pocket while he held the box in the other. “What’s this?” He tilted his head, listening to Alphonse’s explanation as he began to open it up. The sight of the pie literally made Roy’s stomach growl so loudly that it would even bring a slight coloring to his own face. “Well I’m sure that it’ll be one of the best pies I’ve ever eaten, Alphonse. I really needed this.” He chuckled, ruffling the boy’s hair slightly.<br><br>He tore into the envelope with one hand while he shifted the pie out with the other, though he would almost drop said pie at finding out what had been sent to him.<br><br>His fingers crumpled up that paper and he felt a twitch coming to his eyebrow. <em>Hughes...</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 23:04:37</strong>
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				It truly was difficult to tell Edward and Alphonse apart at first glance, so there was no doubt about Roy's initial worry. It wasn't that the former Colonel and the eldest Elric brother didn't like each other, they just… tended to get on each other's nerves more than was reasonably tolerable. They both delighted in tormenting the other, finally reaching the point where Hawkeye had scolded them both and firmly suggested they avoid one another lest they desire holes in their kneecaps. She was admittedly biased and focused the majority of her wrath on Mustang, but she made sure to intimidate Edward just enough to make him behave himself… for the most part.<br><br>The sound of Roy's stomach growling so loudly triggered another chorus of bubbling laughter from the sandy-haired boy, even managing to pull a soft chuckle from Hawkeye. Alphonse was beaming at the man, so genuinely happy that his gift had been well-received. Not that he expected Roy to refuse such a thing, but he took great pleasure in making others happy. "I'm so glad!" He smiled from ear to ear, cheeks taking on a bit of a pink hue when the man ruffled his hair so playfully. It seemed like the dark-haired man was in such a good mood today…<br><br>Or not. Alphonse blinked and tilted his head at Roy's reaction to the letter from Hughes, big doe eyes glancing back and forth between his face and the crumpled up paper in his hand. That look of irritation was familiar enough, though. "Was it something bad?" The boy chuckled, having no idea just <em>how</em> <em>bad</em> the contents of the envelope were.<br><br>"It's probably something stupid." Hawkeye muttered, glancing up from her own paperwork to give a weary shake of her head. "He seems intent upon harassing the Führer today. I'm surprised he hasn't called again since you've been here." She sent a smoldering look in Roy's direction, clearly reaching her limit of patience with the Brigadier General. "When it rings again, the phone is all yours."<br><br>And moments later, the prophecy would ring true as the phones began to ring simultaneously, connected to the same line. Alphonse laughed and flashed a sympathetic glance to the woman who was keeping her promise, making no move to answer it. "Speak of the devil." The boy grinned, taking a peek at the clock on the wall. "Well, brother is probably waiting on me to get back, so I better get going now. Good luck!" He giggled and waved as he made his way out of the office, heading back downstairs to meet up with Edward.<br><br>As expected, it was Hughes on the other end of the line when Roy decided to pick up, and one could just picture the man squirming at the phone center from the sound of his voice. "Ah, you're back! How's Havoc doing?" He grinned, leaning against the counter and shifting his weight from one hip to the other. "Did he mention that I called him this morning?" He couldn't ask the numerous other questions he had in mind for he knew his friend was not alone in his office, so he kept it innocent enough. Really, though, he wanted to see what Roy thought of his plans… both the verbal and the written, the latter of which was quite raunchy and lewd.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 00:41:55</strong>
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				The dark-haired man would give a slight wave to signify that he had heard Alphonse and was wishing him a well goodbye. The Fuhrer was already advancing upon the phone that was the bane of his existence right about now, for Hughes had no doubt called just to see how he had responded to the crude letter. He eased into his chair and took up the phone, knowing that it was asking too much for Hawkeye to grab the phone for him. Her patience had to already be wearing thin due to Roy staying a bit longer than anticipated at Havoc's. "Hughes." He spoke before the Brigadier General even had the opportunity to speak, for he knew the man's mannerisms. Nine times out of ten, if someone was calling him at an inconvenient moment, it would be Maes Hughes of all people.<br><br>"He's doing well. As much as he can be in the circumstances at least." Roy just hoped that his little bit of advice had been enough to convince the man that he had people who needed him to recover. Roy being one of them of course, but Havoc was still in the loop about that sort of thing. "He mentioned it. Briefly. Saying how it was a bit unusual and whatnot." If Hughes kept going on like this, it would eventually end up with the Brigadier General just flat-out telling Havoc that Roy wanted to jump his bones. "I'm going to visit again later on today if you want to stop by. As long as you aren't busy." He nearly scoffed at the idea, for Hughes had a much better work-ethic than Roy did. He rarely seemed to be overloaded with paperwork or anything like that, so it was rather fortunate for the older man.<br><br>For Roy, not so much.<br><br>"I'd only imagine what you talked about." He had a cheery voice on, though he was only doing so to perhaps fool Hawkeye into believing that things were as ordinary as usual. "I do have quite a lot of work to do, though. Say hi to Gracia and Elysia for me, all right?" Before Hughes ended up getting him into trouble, Roy hung up on him and rubbed slowly at his temples.<br><br>"All right. Let's get to work." He murmured to Hawkeye, settling into his seat behind the desk so he could finally get around to finishing up his paperwork. He felt as if he had a gun pointed to his head while he was doing it, for Hawkeye was quite intent on making her superior finish up all the work he had been putting off.<br><br>---<br><br>By the time he did get out of the woman's sight and had finished his work, it was nearing eight at night. The cool night air was rather nice against his face as he made the trek toward the hospital, taking a peek up at Havoc's window to see the light still on.<br><br><em>Good.</em><br><br>The trek up the stairs wasn't a very long one, as Havoc's room wasn't too high up to be inconvenient. The dark-haired man would move up to the door and give a slight wave to a few of the nurses he recognized. Whether it be from coming up here to see Havoc or because they had helped him recover after the battle with Bradley... one could only wonder.<br><br>"Evening." He spoke smoothly as he stepped into the room, a tired smile plastered on his face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 15:58:04</strong>
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				As it was, Riza was probably the one person in the Führer's life who knew him the best. She didn't need to be involved with Roy intimately to understand what made him tick, and even the slightest quirks in his behavior were taken note of. After all, she wasn't called Hawkeye for nothing, and it wasn't just because of her capabilities with a sniper rifle. It was her duty to watch after the man so closely, and even though she had fulfilled her promise of protecting him until he reached his goal, she continued to do so with a sense of pride.<br><br>She would never admit it, but she had a soft spot for Roy and the way she saw it, he needed somebody to keep him motivated and in line. That was where she came in.<br><br>Although she couldn't hear the other end of the conversation, Hawkeye could sense that there was something strange going on. She'd felt that way for the past few days, really. She would raise a brow at him once the call was finished, one that left Hughes sputtering and protesting that they could make up code words to get around the woman's presence in the office. Whatever was happening between the former Colonel and Brigadier General, she decided she'd rather not know. It would probably just give her a headache. "I've <em>been</em> working, sir." She spoke evenly, her tone reminding Roy that he was the slacker here and not her. She would all but put a gun to his head while they got to work, determined that that huge pile of paperwork would be finished before nightfall.<br><br><hr><br>It was getting dark by the time they finished, but she was satisfied with the end result. The desk was clear and they were finally caught up, so Hawkeye was more than happy to let Roy go on about his business while she headed home herself. As for Hughes, he'd called again during the evening to let his friend know he wouldn't be accompanying him to go visit Havoc, seeing as he made plans to take Gracia out to dinner and then spend the rest of the night with his family. Perhaps it was a subconscious guilt that drove the man to dote extra hard upon his wife after spending nights with Roy, but it seemed to happen more often than not.<br><br>Of course, Maes was expecting a full report in the morning of what transpired in that hospital room with Havoc. Whether his hopes were set too high or not had yet to be seen, though.<br><br>The light was on, but it would almost appear as though Jean were sleeping when Roy stepped into the room. Upon hearing his voice, however, those blue eyes would slowly blink open, drawn immediately to the handsome alchemist. "You came back." He sounded surprised, one hand coming up to rub at his eyes as if in disbelief. He glanced at the clock on the wall and then the window, seeing that it was much darker than it had been when he'd dozed off.<br><br>"Sir, you didn't have to. You should go rest if you're tired." There was nothing but concern written all over Havoc's face when he turned to look at Roy again, seeing that tired smile. He didn't <em>want</em> the man to go home… no, not at all. He was really quite happy that Mustang had showed up. As it got later and later, he'd figured that his friend probably just went home after work to relax and get some sleep, but now he could see that wasn't the case. Hawkeye had probably stepped into the role of slave driver and forced Roy to finish all of his work. Just the thought of the woman's familiar ways made the second lieutenant chuckle.<br><br>"Hawkeye's just as demanding as ever, eh?" Havoc grinned, eyes following Roy as he moved into the room. He looked comfortable as he sat in that bed, reclined ever so slightly with the covers gathered about his hips. He hadn't bothered to put a shirt on since Roy's last visit, rather enjoying the feel of the cool air on his skin. All that was missing was a cigarette between his lips and the image of him would have been perfect. "Probably made you work this whole time…"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 02:32:43</strong>
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				“You came back? What, you didn’t expect me to?” He asked curiously, a grin spread over his boyish features. He might have been tired, but it went to show Havoc that he was rather devoted to visiting the handsome blond periodically through the next few weeks. Only with support would Havoc find the determination to really walk again. “Brought you a present so you’re not going to go crazy the next few days. Physical therapy’s gotta be hell, I can imagine.” He withdrew a carton of cigarettes from his inner jacket pocket, having to smuggle it in like he was in a damn prison. “Just keep them hidden from the nurses so they don’t scold you, eh?” He smirked, tossing the carton onto his lap along with a cheap lighter that would last for quite some time.<br><br>“Nonsense. I don’t think going home right now would be the greatest of plans for me to sleep anyway.” As sad it was to say, he missed Maes within his bed and it was a secret that he preferred sleeping in said bed with a partner rather than being alone. That entire house was lonely when Roy was the only one there. It might have been a reason as to why he wanted to sleep more often at Central than in the comfort of his own bed. “If you don’t mind, I’d rather stay here for right now. Don’t know how long, but…” He cleared his throat, shrugging his shoulders. He was always so firm and sure of himself, yet it was even easier for Havoc to tell that Roy was a bit nervous at the moment.<br><br>“You know her just as well as I do.” He teased, laughing heartily as he leaned back within the chair beside the hospital bed. He loosened the top few buttons of his shirt and sighed as the cool breeze tousled his hair slightly. “I finished everything so I get a bit of free time. She let me off the hook tonight.” He responded, propping his feet up on the part of the bed that Havoc’s own legs weren’t occupying. “I hope you haven’t been too bored while I’ve been gone.”<br><br>Being in a hospital bed with such few visitors had to be miserable, after all. “Hughes was going to come but he decided to spend time with his family. He’ll come by later on.” He smiled, though that quickly dissipated as he rested his head against his closed fist. “I came by because… ehm…”<br><br>Ah, how hard it was for him to really open up.<br><br>“I’m not… the best at being alone most of the time. At least in Central there are people always in the hallways that are moving around. I go crazy if I’m at home on my own.” Perhaps it was a childhood thing or some hidden, repressed memory of his time in the war, but he didn’t want to be alone. Ever.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 18:19:08</strong>
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				"A present?" The blond would perk up as he watched Roy reach into his inner pocket, expecting him to perhaps produce a pack of cigarettes with his name on it. Blue eyes widened to the size of dinner plates when a carton of his favorite treats was withdrawn from his jacket, looking every bit like a child on Christmas morning. For a moment Havoc was speechless, his jaw practically hitting the floor. "Sir…" He murmured in awe, glancing back and forth between his gift and the dark-haired man before fixing Roy with a bright smile. "Thank you!" He scooped up the carton and cradled it in his arms, holding it protectively to his chest. "I think I could kiss you right now!"<br><br>His affection and the warm feelings he was starting to feel for Roy only increased with such a wonderful gift. Maybe he really was a dog of the military… <em>Mustang's</em> dog.<br><br>He was about ready to tear into the carton when the other man spoke again, and there was just something… not quite right about his tone. Was he nervous? When was Roy Mustang ever nervous? Havoc tilted his head as he looked up at his friend, setting his gift aside for the moment. This was more important right now. "Sure… stay as long as you want." He offered with a smile and slight nod of his head, shifting in bed to sit up a bit more. "There's not much to do here, and I could use the company." He looked a bit sad when he said this, for it was true that he didn't get many visitors. He was quite lonely, too.<br><br>But not as lonely as Roy, it seemed. Jean sat quietly, watching in wonder as the other man struggled to open up to him. This was a side that he didn't have the luxury of seeing often, and it always seemed to steal his breath away when the great Flame Alchemist let his guard down and showed a bit of weakness. "I know what you mean. I've been alone for… a long time now." Whether it was because he couldn't seem to keep a steady girlfriend or the fact that he'd lived alone for quite some time, it all boiled down to the same thing. "I guess I just got used to it after a while."<br><br>Havoc folded his arm behind his head, resting the other over his stomach while he stared up at the ceiling. He didn't know about his friend's childhood, but he certainly knew about the war and the effect it had on him. It wasn't surprising that he hated to be alone, but he had no idea that it bothered him so much. He put on a sympathetic smile and turned his head to look at Roy, leaning over carefully to reach out and touch his shoulder. "You can't stay at Central all the time, though. You won't get any rest and then the country will go all to hell." He grinned, jostling his shoulder a bit. "Why don't you get a dog, like Black Hayate? Or find a nice girl to settle down with. I don't want to sound like Hughes and tell you to get married, but…"<br><br>Well, it made sense in his mind. Roy liked dogs and Roy liked girls… he just had no idea that <em>he</em> was the faithful companion that the former Colonel was hoping for.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 20:30:06</strong>
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				It was rather cute to see how eager Havoc was to receive such a present. While the habit wasn’t the healthiest, Roy knew that Havoc just wouldn’t be able to function without those cigarettes. Havoc’s outright thankful burst of energy would make Roy chuckle silently to himself, shaking his head slowly. “It’s all right. I figured you’d need something to keep yourself happy in this kind of place.” He crossed one leg over the other and rubbed slowly at the side of his neck. He felt a bit vulnerable after revealing such a private matter of his life, something that he hadn’t even outright told Hughes before. Sure, the man knew Roy well enough to probably assume that the dark-haired man hated being alone, but he had never been fully told like Havoc had.<br><br>As Havoc spoke up to agree with him and share in his situation, Roy let out a soft laugh. Perhaps he shouldn’t have been so devious and had stolen away all potential girlfriends for the lieutenant, but if he hadn’t, who knew where they would be? Some pretty woman would be sitting in Roy’s spot right now, trying to nurse away all of Havoc’s worries. If that was the case… well, Roy’s hopes of showing Jean just how much he meant to him would be shot to all hell. So in a way, it was a double-edged sword with how alone Jean was. <br><br>The touch to his shoulder might as well have been a shock, for Roy jumped as it had drawn him out of his thoughts so suddenly. Dark eyes looked to Havoc with a look in them of something unsure, much like a child would have. “A dog… I’m rarely home enough to take care of one. A woman would go crazy trying to be with me and with how busy I am.” He had no idea how Bradley’s wife had ever been so accepting of the whole thing, but it was a different situation since Bradley was a Homunculus, after all. There were probably hidden things behind his rule that had not been unearthed yet.<br><br>“I don’t need advice or anything, Havoc. I just… need someone to be around. Thanks for taking up that spot for now.” He put on a smile that was so gentle, so uncharacteristic of the usually-headstrong Fuhrer. He laid his hand over Havoc’s own, fingers giving the blond’s own a reassuring squeeze. “I’ll be just fine. Now c'mon." He laughed, reaching over Havoc's body and showing how limber the man was as he grabbed up the carton. He slid a pack of cigarettes out and popped one into Havoc's mouth, leaning down so their faces were rather closer. It was only to be able to light the end of the cigarette, an action that illuminated both of their faces and set a fire in Roy's beautiful, dark eyes.<br><br>"There we go. I don't know the brand you like, so I just grabbed a carton before I came here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 20:00:35</strong>
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				“Sorry.” Havoc chuckled sheepishly, seeing the other man jump at his touch. He couldn't quite argue with what the man was saying, at least when it came to having time for a woman. A dog, though… well, it wasn't like he was an expert in having pets, but he felt like he knew a thing or two about them. "I don't know… you said it yourself. It doesn't matter how often you disappoint it, a dog will still be happy to greet his master when he comes home. <em>Oh loyal canine…</em>" He grinned, deepening his voice a bit to impersonate Roy with the last part. He couldn't help but laugh… <em>really</em> laugh, for it had been such a long time since he'd felt so carefree and happy.<br><br>Even if he was stuck in this bed for a majority of his time now… the other man's presence at his side just made him happy.<br><br>It was something that he was starting to realize; that something was happening to the relationship he shared with Roy, whatever it might be. He didn't know why the man was so dedicated to his recovery. Havoc knew that he refused to leave his men behind, but he didn't have to come to the hospital every free moment he had. Not that he was complaining, because seeing Roy smile like that was just… breathtaking. He'd never seen the former Colonel look so gentle and calm before, and he could feel his heart thudding a little faster at the sight of it. "No need to thank me, sir. It's not like I have anything else to do." He joked, turning his hand over to clasp onto his friend's for a moment. Roy's hand felt soft and warm against his own, and a bit small, too… almost kind of feminine.<br><br>What? There was nothing feminine about Mustang, what was he thinking? Such a thought only encouraged more when the dark-haired man shifted up and reached across the bed, leaning over him for a moment while he retrieved a pack of cigarettes from the carton on the bed stand. He was rather close, so it was hard for Jean not to take notice of his friend's body that was being stretched out before him. That jacket was a bit short and slid up to show the surprisingly slim waist underneath, the sight of which drew his eyes even lower. Over his hips and to the soft curve of his bottom, Havoc found himself staring at the alchemist's ass. He hadn't noticed it before, probably because he'd never looked at Roy this way, but… <em>damn</em>, it was pretty nice.<br><br>Wait, what?! Jean blushed, mentally kicking himself for checking the other man out. But he just couldn't shake the feeling that somehow, deep down… Roy was different. There was no doubt that he loved his women (http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc174/saephotos/eclipse-fma-brotherhood-episode--15.jpg), but it was even difficult for him to resist the seductive charm of his superior. He barely noticed the cigarette between his lips, for the action taken to light it gifted him with one of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen in his life. The way that soft, boyish face looked, illuminated by the glow of the lighter… the way his dark eyes seemed to burn, glittering like jewels…<br><br>Well, it was clear that Havoc was affected by their closeness. He was visibly shaken, his resolve all but shattered by the beauty of the man leaning over him. A hand curled into the side of Roy's jacket and eased him down to sit on the bed, struggling to think clearly with his thoughts racing in his head as they were. "These are just fine… thank you." He managed a weak smile, taking a deep drag off the cigarette to help calm his nerves. He exhaled softly and leaned himself forward, pressing his forehead to Roy's. It was light at first, unsure of how the man would respond to such closeness, but he seemed to relax after a moment.<br><br>"Really, sir… thank you." He murmured quietly, his hand coming to rest upon his friend's shoulder. He just felt a need to be closer to him, a need he couldn't begin to make sense of. "For everything. If you weren't here supporting me… I don't know what I'd do." He kept his eyes down, almost ashamed of his admission. His hand slid closer to the side of Roy's neck, worried fingers working idly in a sort of massage. He didn't even realize he was doing it, he just…<br><br>"I guess I kind of need someone to be around, too. Someone to cheer me on." He chuckled, shaking his head. "This is probably the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. It's nice having you here…" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 03:07:18</strong>
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				Roy hoped that his better conscience didn’t call out in the end. He wasn’t doing something wrong by seducing Havoc in such a manner, albeit slowly but surely, but it still made him wonder if this was the best thing for the blond lieutenant. He wasn’t aware of his and Maes’ existing relationship, so he could only imagine what his reaction would be to such a revelation. Would he respond with disdain and disappointment, for Roy wouldn’t be focusing his love entirely on Havoc? He hoped not, for Roy needed both of the men in his life to function properly. Without one of them, he just didn’t feel complete in a sense. He felt lost and it took a bit of Maes’ suggestive nature to make Roy truly realize that Havoc was always there to follow his every order, to support him from the sidelines even if he wasn’t outright and as easily noticeable to the public.<br><br>Dark eyes flicked upward when the fire from the lighter would flick off, removing the illuminating, hypnotizing glow that had been cast upon the alchemist’s features. When that hand curled into the side of his jacket, Roy was certain that he felt a jolt of electricity spark all along his skin underneath the layers of clothing he wore. “Well you tell me your brand and--” He was cut off as the blond suddenly leaned forward, forehead pressed against his own. Black hair mingled in with the blond locks of his lieutenant as their foreheads pressed together, allowing each other to drink in the scent of each other that was so specifically Havoc and Roy. Havoc and the scent of tobacco about him, and Roy with that lingering scent of something spicy, perhaps some cologne or something of the sort. <br><br>“What’s this?” He put on a slight smile, showing that he wasn’t offended by the closeness of his lieutenant. His hand even came up, gloved fingertips curling around the back of the man’s neck while the larger hand came along his own neck to massage slowly. Such a slight motion was still enough to make the tense, overworked alchemist groan in delight, for it had been ages since he’d had a really nice massage. “Havoc…” His hands would curl into the back of his neck, one gloved hand stroking idly over the nape of his neck where his hair ended, the other unclothed one just caressing the warm flesh.<br><br>He tilted the other’s head upward and leaned forward in order to press a soft, chaste kiss to his cheek. Well there was no doubt that Roy’s interests might have swayed a little on the middle of the orientation line, so perhaps Havoc’s assumptions were not so correct in the first place.<br><br>“I know how it is to be alone, so. I’m not going to be abandoning you anytime soon. I might have been a bit bossy and whatnot when you were at headquarters with me, but that’s only because you’re the quickest to help me when I need it. If you were someone like Ed or something…” He grunted. “Chances are I’d just call up and check on you every few weeks. You’re special, Jean.” He assured, black eyes locking with solid blues.<br><br>“Don’t you forget it either.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 08:47:57</strong>
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				Maybe Havoc didn't fully understand what was going on in his head, or Roy's for that matter, but the truth was that the second lieutenant was falling for the man's seductions much faster than Roy might have expected. Sure, the blond was probably still confused and it would take some time for the idea to really take root in his mind, but Jean was in a highly vulnerable position right now. He was lonely and his pride had taken a great hit when he learned of his paralysis, so as the Führer worked his way little by little into the soldier's heart, the time they spent together was something that Havoc was starting to truly rely on to get him by.<br><br>He could hear the smile in Roy's voice before he flicked his eyes up to glance at the man, a tiny smile tugging at his own lips to mirror the action. He was glad that he didn't mind the closeness, for he didn't know if he could bear losing that right now. Roy was warm and he found comfort in the way they were huddled together. He breathed deeply in relaxation, getting a lungful of smoke and a scent that could only belong to the alchemist before him. He felt himself shiver, inexplicably affected by taking in the other's distinct smell.<br><br>Havoc only realized that his fingers were massaging at Roy's neck when the man let out that groan of pleasure, almost making him jerk back in surprise. His fingers flitted for a moment before they stopped, a look of uncertainty and wonder crossing his handsome features. Did he like that? He was overcome by the desire to continue, to do what seemed to please his superior, when he felt those smaller hands curl about the back of his neck. He shivered again at the feel of those warm fingers caressing the nape of his neck, one clothed while the other remained bare. "Sir…"<br><br>It was like a scene from a movie when two people were about to lean in for a kiss. It played out in slow motion, and as Roy tilted his head up and brought his face closer to his own, he could only sit in stunned silence and watch. His heart nearly tripped over itself as it started to race faster than ever, hammering in his chest when the dark-haired man leaned forward to press his lips to his cheek. It wasn't the kiss he'd been expecting, but it was no less shocking coming from the former Colonel. From Roy. <em>From a man.</em><br><br>He always knew Roy was a little weird with showing his affection, but not <em>this</em> weird. Havoc's eyes were wide and his face was beet red, his jaw clamped shut to keep that cigarette from tumbling from the corner of his mouth. He could see Roy's lips moving but he didn't really hear a word he was saying, too stunned by the kiss to make sense of anything right now. He was special, huh? Was that why he kissed him? Well, it wasn't like it was a full-on kiss, but it might as well have been coming from Roy of all people.<br><br>That still didn't explain why he'd felt a thrill tear through his stomach when it happened. Shaking it off to the best of his ability, he just smiled, stammering, "I… uhm… thanks." He scratched at the back of his head, feeling rather awkward. He took the cigarette and flicked the ashes into the tray on the table, then set the thing aside, letting it burn while he turned his attention back to his friend. Both hands came up to rest on Roy's shoulders, fingers tentatively starting up that soothing rhythm again.<br><br>"I noticed you're kinda tense." He murmured, massaging closer to the man's neck. He secretly hoped to strike that sweet spot again, to make the other groan like he had before. It was like second nature now to strive to please Roy, and his "mission" distracted him from his inner conflict. "I'm no masseuse, but I can do my best." Jean chuckled, rubbing at the sides of Roy's neck for a little longer before slipping his hand down to unfasten the man's jacket. He glanced at his face to make sure it was okay before he parted the blue material and eased it back over his shoulders, letting Roy shrug out of it.<br><br>"It's easier this way." He explained, moving his hands back up to knead at his shoulders. His touch was firm yet gentle, enough to soothe away Roy's tension and hopefully make him melt a bit in relaxation. It was a little ironic that the bed-ridden man was tending to his guest, but the smile on his face while he did it suggested that he didn't mind so much. "It's… the least I could do. You've already done so much for me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 05:35:31</strong>
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				Roy found the sight of the lieutenant after his little kiss to be almost too hard to resist. He looked clearly stunned and taken back by the sudden kiss to his cheek, an action that was far from Roy’s normal repertoire of gestures to be giving Jean. The sight of the lieutenant blushing almost a beet red was also quite gorgeous, leading Roy to wonder if the man would be so unsure and embarrassed if they did go further with this flirting of sorts. Dark eyes focused on the blue ones of his lieutenant until he felt those hands returning to his shoulders once more. He would have slumped forward against the man in delight at the feel if he didn’t get a quick control of his responses, though. “Mmm…” He groaned slightly, head leaning down a bit while the fingers kneaded into the aching shoulders.<br><br>“Kind of is an understatement.” He admitted, knowing that his constant work schedule was having an adverse effect on his stress levels and the buildup it was doing to his body. The closer the man got to his neck, he would shudder even more, for it was indeed a weak spot of his. Dark eyes opened halfway, having a hazy mist to them as Jean’s fingers unbuttoned his jacket and eased it away from his torso. Underneath was his white dress shirt that conformed to the slim shape of his frame, yet there was still obvious tone to his body that couldn’t be denied.<br><br>“I don’t need to be paid back for anything, Jean.” He murmured as the fingers continued to massage away all tenseness in his shoulders. “I do this because it’s the right thing to do. And I want to see you recover fully.” He let out a dreamy sigh while the fingers worked out a particularly stubborn knot in one of his muscles, making him groan rather suddenly in relief. “A-Ahhh… right there…” He practically whispered, each of his muscles starting to loosen. With that, he easily lost a bit of control of his body, causing him to slump forward a bit so their bodies were even closer now. He could practically feel the heat radiating off of the man’s upper body, drinking in the scent of cigarette smoke as he nudged a bit closer for more of that massage.<br><br>“Mmmnhh…”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 02:55:19</strong>
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				There was some small part of Havoc that was fully aware of how flirtatious they were being with each other, but he wasn't about to stop and ask questions. He could always think and sort things out later, but for now he was perfectly content with earning those little moans and grunts. He could see in Roy's eyes that he was quite enjoying this, and that hazy, half-lidded gaze made him swallow hard and fight off another blush. Roy just looked so seductive, whether that was his intention or not.<br><br>"I'm not really trying to pay you back… I just wanted to do it." He corrected himself, giving a faint nod of his head and a smile. Those firm hands continued to rub at the man's tense muscles, surprisingly skilled at finding all those knots and working them out. One wouldn't necessarily expect Jean Havoc of all people to be good at giving massages, but the results he had before him were undeniable. Roy was turning into putty in his hands, and it was clear that his inability to keep a steady girlfriend had nothing to do with his touch.<br><br>"That's not the only reason you keep coming back though, is it?" The blond lieutenant leveled his gaze with Roy's, meeting his eyes in a sort of silent challenge. His tone suggested that he was accusing the man of having an ulterior motive for coming to visit him so often, but even if he did, Havoc wasn't offended in the least. He enjoyed the company and, hell, he enjoyed this strange flirtation too, even if he didn't quite understand what was happening between them. Blue eyes seemed to search that boyish face, looking for the answer.<br><br>Skilled fingers worked at the spot that seemed to make Roy come undone, more than happy to do as he was told if the alchemist continued to make those sounds. There was something undeniably arousing about the way the dark-haired man whispered, and he if kept on making those soft noises of pleasure, he was bound to have a reaction to it. It wasn't that different from hearing a woman moan, after all. "I think I found your sweet spot." He grinned, one hand leaving his shoulder to catch Roy by the waist as he slumped forward and eased himself a little closer to the body of his second lieutenant.<br><br>He might not have been the sharpest tool in the shed, but he wasn't completely clueless. He seriously doubted that Roy let his guard down like this with his friends, and the growing tension between them felt all too sexual to be purely platonic. His hands stilled their movements for a moment, one hand curled into that slim waist while the other rest against the curve of his neck. "Sir, I… uhm…" Havoc hesitated, hoping he wouldn't regret the question he was about to ask. He just had to know. "Why did you kiss me before? Not that I… minded it… I just…" He was just a little confused, that was all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 03:56:46</strong>
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				"Ungh..." His fingers grasped tightly at the bedsheets as Havoc's fingers worked so perfectly against his aching body. It brought up the question in Roy's mind of what else Havoc could work magic on with those wonderful fingers. Dark eyes opened up and he looked up to lock them with the blue ones of his lieutenant, ones that were clearly rather hazy themselves from the obvious flirtations that they were going through. It was far beyond something platonic by now, but Roy had yet to explain himself in any way. Havoc might have thought Roy to be someone who didn't really focus much on long-term friendships or relationships, but the truth of the matter was... well, he craved company as such as that. It wasn't a fear of commitment, but a fear that he would leave someone alone and grief-stricken. It had been the same way when Hughes had almost lost his life. He couldn't imagine putting anyone through that sort of hell.<br><br>But Jean and Maes... well, they were military men. They knew the dangers of everyday life when they worked underneath the Fuhrer. There was always a possibility that either of them would get into an accident and lose their lives. Both of them had already had a brush with death, so they were always prepared. It solidified Roy's desires, for he knew that he wasn't the only one who would be putting on a risk by being with Havoc. Both of them could lose each other at any day, and the sad truth of it was that they were ready for it.<br><br>Havoc was not an imbecile, of course. His comment made Roy glance up once more and focus on those blue eyes, and that was all the action that needed to be taken to show that he did indeed have an ulterior motive. His head tilted slightly to the side as that hand came down to his slim waist and the other one rested on the side of his neck, right over the spot that would practically make the alchemist purr. It was hard to prevent himself from leaning slightly forward, his back arched rather beautifully in the dim room. The breeze from outside would tousle his hair a bit as he finally looked up and rested his hand upon the man's bare shoulder, gloved fingers curling into the solid muscle there. <br><br>"Let me tell you something, Havoc..." He started, dark eyes softening. “And it’s hard for me to say it. It’s out of my usual scope of personality, but it’s important. Don’t interrupt.” He pleaded, sitting up straight so he wasn’t being touched by the blond lieutenant. He rested his hands on either side of the lieutenant’s thighs, thumbs barely brushing the contours of them beneath the blankets. He idly wondered if the man could even feel the slightest touch like that. “For all of my life, I’ve been independent. I was adopted and I’ve always appreciated it, but it doesn’t take away the fact that I’ve had to grow up on my own. I’ve fended for myself and I’ve been through hells that no child or teenager should ever want to experience.”<br><br>“The Ishbal War… it was really the first time that I ever met someone that I could really trust. It’s hard for me to rely on other people, Jean.” He ran his hand back through his dark hair, relishing in the breeze that blew in through the window. “Extremely hard. But I met Maes and… I really did find a friend that I could trust to watch my back constantly. I didn’t have to really be afraid in any scenario as long as he was with me. He’d die before he let me get hurt and that kind of trust is… indescribable.” He soon folded his fingers over his lap, legs crossed underneath him by then. “And I didn’t really think I’d ever find another friendship that was that long-lasting and true. Then I met Hawkeye and things changed a lot. She might be strict on me and watch me like her name implies, but I know she’d do the same for me any day. She’d go to the ends of the earth to keep me safe and to see me succeed.”<br><br>“And you.” He sighed, now leaning forward with his hands resting on either side of the man’s thighs, planted firmly against the mattress. He leaned forward enough, putting his weight on his hands as his face moved closer to Havoc’s. “I’ve… not been the best superior to you but you still manage to sit around and do whatever I ask. Even if it means endangering your life or having to do some menial task like paperwork or whatever… you put on a smile and you salute. That’s what you’ve always done and you’ve never complained. Not once.” He brought one hand up and rested it upon the side of the man’s face, gloved palm caressing the firm jaw line. “I never really noticed it before, but… the moment you walk in a room, it’s like the entire atmosphere changes. People smile, cheer up… even myself.” He admitted, those dark eyes softening.<br><br>“I need you, Jean.” He spoke warmly. “I need you like I need Havoc. I need you like I need Riza. I need you close to me for me to even be able to function. I know that it’s strange coming from someone like me, especially with my track record.” He chuckled, referring to his blatant thievery of Havoc’s women at many times. “But I’m a man who won’t dare deny how I feel. If I hate you, I’ll say it and you’ll know it. If I like you, then you’ll know it too. If I need you…” He started, eyes softening and his body leaning forward enough so his hands could now move up the solid planes of Havoc’s torso. They finally rested upon his shoulders once more, now sitting on his knees in between Havoc’s legs.<br><br>“Do you understand?” He sighed, looking defeated as he had done his best to explain himself. “I need you with me, Havoc. I lost my mind when I thought you’d die. I did the same thing when Maes almost died. You can’t die and you have to recover.” He affirmed. “Because… you’re a staple in my life. A rock. No matter whether you want to be or not.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 16:41:21</strong>
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				Havoc would do as he was asked, sitting there quietly while the other man opened up to him even more. He wasn't sure what to expect when Roy started talking, but he knew it was important from the almost desperate look he had in his eyes. His cigarette burned slowly in the ashtray, forgotten by both men as their conversation took a more serious turn. Blue eyes softened as he listened to Roy, hearing things that he'd never known about his superior before. He was surprised to hear that he was adopted, something he never would have guessed about the headstrong alchemist.<br><br>"Sir…" He whispered, hands twisting in his lap to quell the urge he had to reach out and comfort the man. No, he would be still and listen to the rest of what Roy had to say, not wanting to interrupt him. He almost felt flattered that he trusted him enough to tell him all these things, describing his time in the war and the bonds he'd forged with Hughes and Hawkeye. There was no doubt that the three of them were inseparable, particularly Maes and Roy. He'd be lying if he said he never desired that kind of closeness with his superior, but as the man kept going, it seemed he had a bigger role in his life than he'd ever imagined.<br><br>It was true that he followed orders unfailingly, whether he be asked to assist Roy with his constant flow of paperwork or put himself in danger to serve the man's goal. He fought for Amestris, fought for his friends and his girl if he was lucky enough to have one at the time, but above all else… he fought to protect Roy and keep him safe. His current condition was a testament to his loyalty to the young Fuhrer. That battle with Bradley had been chaotic, as his abilities and superhuman strength as a Homunculus made the fight even more dangerous.<br><br>Roy had gotten himself into a rather defenseless position trying to protect someone else, and backed into a corner as he was, the outcome hadn't been promising. The rest of the team had fallen, but Havoc had managed to pull himself onto his feet one last time to distract the deadly man and intercept the final strike. That blade was unforgiving and he'd fallen underneath the mighty blow, damn well near sliced in two. But it had been enough of a distraction to secure their victory, and he didn't regret the outcome for one second. Bradley was dead and Roy was the Fuhrer, and he'd had a great part in lifting the man to that seat of power.<br><br>But still, hearing Roy talk about him so positively for once… practically admitting that he had something for the blond lieutenant… well, it really didn't leave much room for doubt in his mind. Jean was blushing softly when that hand came to caress the side of his face, bringing his own hand up to encircle that almost dainty wrist. It wasn't to restrain the man or make him stop, only to hold onto him a bit. "You really think so?" He tilted his head, unaware that he had such an effect on people.<br><br>His curiosity was squashed when Roy suddenly admitted that he needed him, something he hadn't expected in the slightest. He felt those warm hands sliding over his torso, an action that implied his body was one of the things that the alchemist needed the most. The pink of his cheeks darkened to red, feeling his face grow hot as the pieces of the puzzle seemed to fall into place in his mind. He'd have to be a complete idiot not to see that Roy desired him, even if it was so hard to believe. Of all people… Roy Mustang wanted him?<br><br>That look of defeat in Roy's eyes was too much to take. Powerful arms would encircle that slender waist and bring him closer, pulling him up to rest against the lieutenant's solid frame. Havoc gave him a comforting squeeze, keeping those arms locked tightly around the man. "I understand… I think." He still couldn't believe that he was interested in him like that, but all signs seemed to indicate that it was true. "I'm not going anywhere, sir. As long as I have an ounce of life left in me, I'm going to be by your side, awaiting your orders."<br><br>"They called me your dog a lot, back at Central. I thought it was funny, but I guess it's kind of true." Jean chuckled, stroking his hand along the man's back as he spoke. "I'd follow you anywhere, do anything… as long as you asked me to do it. I joined the military because I was too stupid to go to school or do anything else. I don't know why you chose me to be on your team back then, but I… I'm glad." His face seemed to get even hotter, and he was glad Roy couldn't see it at the moment. "You gave me a purpose, something I could throw myself into whole-heartedly and be proud of. I was never good at anything until you found me."<br><br>The cigarette in the ashtray had long since burned out, and it couldn't have been further from his mind. He let his chin rest on Roy's shoulder, drinking in his scent while allowing the other man to do the same. His skin constantly smelled of smoke, but there was something else underneath that heady scent, something surprisingly warm and sweet with just a hint of spice. His head tilted to the side, resting comfortably against Roy's own. "Is that an order, sir?" He murmured quietly, almost whispering while they were pressed so close together. "I'm not going to die… and I'll be back on my feet before you know it. I promise." He nodded, giving Roy another firm squeeze. He pulled back just enough to look at him, blue eyes locking onto those soft black ones. "I'll be anything you want me to be. All you have to do is ask."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 02:21:11</strong>
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				Havoc’s powerful arms coming around him would bring him even more comfort and assurance that the blond lieutenant wasn’t going to be going anywhere. It was affirmed even more as the man promised that as long as he had a breath of air in him, he’d be following Roy around like a puppy dog and eager to follow orders. The Fuhrer let out a quiet chuckle as his hands curled into the man’s solid shoulders, gloved hand caressing along the length of his shoulder and up to the side of his neck. The close proximity of his body to Havoc’s own would allow him to get a full scent of the smoke that lingered around Havoc, a scent that might have repulsed some, but the scent was so undeniably part of Havoc that Roy rather enjoyed it. His hands would come to the back of Havoc’s neck and his arms soon followed, pressing himself even closer to that solid frame.<br><br>“You have a lot more potential than you believe, you know.” He grinned, resting his forehead against the other’s own. Black hair mingled in with blond as he sat there in between the man’s legs, pressing pressure against the man’s torso, the sole part of Havoc’s body that could actually feel the pressure itself. “You don’t have to be school-smart to be a good person and you know that.” He chuckled, fingers running slowly over the nape of the man’s neck. At the lieutenant’s question, he opened one eye and grinned from ear to ear. “That’s right. An order.” He laughed, lifting his head up and sitting up on his knees once more. His hands curled into those strong arms that were still draped around him, giving them slight squeezes.<br><br>It was late at night and it was virtually silent outside of the room. There only existed the crickets chirping outside and the slight whistle of wind from time to time. Dark eyes shone as he leaned forward, his own arms encircling his neck while he pressed in close. “Just be here for me, hm?” He murmured softly against his ear, one hand guiding Havoc’s head to face him so he could press a soft, chaste kiss against the lips. Lips that weren’t experienced in kissing someone else since Havoc didn’t have a girlfriend before, or at least that’s what Roy assumed.<br><br>“You won’t disappoint.” He assured, kissing the corner of his lips and giving him a tight squeeze. “Like you said… you’ll be back on your feet and at my side in no time.” He chuckled, that warm, gloved hand sliding down to his strong back to idly trace the bare musculature. “Maes said that you’d be prone to my charm.” He commented playfully, shooting a mischievous glance up to the blond’s handsome face. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 05:53:47</strong>
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				Having Roy so close to him was… well, it was strange and exhilarating all at the same time. It wasn't like he was a blushing bride, but compared to someone like the former Colonel he was rather inexperienced. He could count the number of times he'd been with a woman on one hand, and the number of fingers he'd have left over was something he'd rather not admit. The idea of being with a man had never crossed his mind, and even now he was a little uncertain. Wasn't it kind of weird, two guys being together? But if it was something that his superior wanted… he couldn't quite find the heart to say no.<br><br>Besides, it didn't feel <em>bad</em> to have Roy's body pressed up against his own from what he could feel of it. He wasn't too bulky, and he actually felt kind of small in his arms. He had a surprisingly slim figure, something that Havoc was rather glad for. It made the whole thing a little less weird. "Well, if it's an order then you have my word." He chuckled, giving the man's waist a playful squeeze. He was enjoying the feel of Roy's hands on him, for it was so entirely different from how they might have touched each other in the past. Brief, fleeting touches that they never would have thought twice about now felt like electrical pulses sparking underneath their fingertips.<br><br>Those sparks only intensified when Roy tilted his head up to press a kiss to his lips, so soft and sweet. If there were any doubts lingering in his mind about how the man felt, they vanished in an instant. Jean was surprised by the kiss, but he wasn't shocked, even leaning forward to press his lips a little firmer against Roy's after a moment. He was blushing again when they parted, but it was a mere soft glow compared to the angry red of his cheeks from earlier. "Roy…" He murmured in awe, using the man's name for what must have been the very first time.<br><br>He realized this and fell silent, a somewhat sheepish look on his face. Havoc wasn't sure what Roy was implying when he told him that he wouldn't disappoint, but he certainly got his attention when he mentioned Maes' input. Blue eyes widened and flicked back up to stare at the alchemist, almost in disbelief. "W-Wait, what?" He stammered, the color of his face rising yet again. The Brigadier General was in on this? Had Roy planned this out in advance? Apparently so if he'd had time to discuss it with his best friend.<br><br>"So you…" Havoc shook his head and brought his hand up to thread his fingers through his hair, gripping at the blond strands a bit. "You had this all planned? Hughes knows about this?" He wondered idly how the proud father knew about Roy's rather charming ways, but he didn't think too much into it. They were undeniably close after all, and it wouldn't be that surprising for Maes to catch on to such things. But still… had they plotted together on ways for the Fuhrer to seduce their subordinate?<br><br>Havoc wasn't really sure how to feel about this, so he just sat there and fixed Roy with a puzzled look, arms slipping down to rest limply about the man's hips. "So, when he called me this morning…"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 14:15:41</strong>
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				As Roy leaned against the man in such a relaxed manner, his hands would move up and down along the length of the man’s back. Fingers touched tense muscles and slowly worked at them, perhaps repaying the man for the massage that he had gotten only moments before. Besides that, it gave Roy the excuse to touch the man’s body that he had been lusting after for so long. The tender, gentle kisses had been rather comforting and not blatantly sexual, but something to just share between two… well, whatever the two of them were. He couldn’t say outright that they were involved just yet since it seemed as if Havoc was a bit… well, unsure of himself. Not unsure about following orders, but just new to the whole idea of two men being together.<br><br>Ah, how Roy could see Maes laughing at the prospect of Havoc blushing like he had just gotten his first kiss. It seemed that he and Hughes had a lot to teach the blond lieutenant when it came down to it.<br><br>“Mmm?” He opened a dark eye and fixated it on Havoc who was clearly quite shocked by his statement. “You’d be surprised. Everyone knows about it, Havoc.” He sat up and stared at him for the longest time with the most serious expression on his face. Soon enough, a smirk came over him and he poked the other’s nose playfully. “I’m just kidding. But yes, Hughes sort of… convinced me to act on my desires and feelings. This morning was probably just a ruse to see how you were doing and whether or not I was here yet. Anything besides that, though… I’m just as lost as you are. Maes can be pretty unpredictable in those kinds of situations, you know.”<br><br>Roy knew that firsthand, of course. “A party and all that that he might want to throw… that was probably earnest. But at least you’ll be prepared if otherwise, hm?” He asked, fingers continuing to slide up and down along the contours of his powerful back. “You’re not freaked out or anything, are you?” He chuckled, sitting back with his hands resting on his own thighs as Havoc had a puzzled look o n his face.<br><br>Far too cute for his own good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 21:45:46</strong>
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				Roy would feel Jean relaxing against him while those hands moved along his back, touching here and massaging there to leave the blond lieutenant feeling comforted and warm underneath his superior. "Mmm…" He groaned quietly in appreciation, since the therapy he was starting to go through was tough and definitely left him with some tension in his muscles. For a moment, he almost forgot about the awkwardness of the current situation and what Roy had told him about Hughes knowing, although the Fuhrer's next statement would jar him back into reality.<br><br>"WHAT!?" He shouted suddenly. The look of horror on his face was priceless, and Maes would no doubt be laughing his ass off if he could witness all the fun Roy was having with their second lieutenant right now. The first person to pop into Havoc's head was Hawkeye, and he couldn't even begin to imagine what she would say about this. Then there was Falman, who would probably just blush in embarrassment and look away. He imagined Fuery would be surprised but he'd probably be supportive and cheer him on, even though it was kind of weird. And then there was his best friend, Breda… <em>oh god,</em> Breda. Was that why he'd stopped coming around so much?<br><br>The mortified expression on Havoc's face would intensify as his thoughts shifted from one friend to the next, playing out in his head how they could react when they next saw him. He looked about ready to die when Roy smirked and told him it was just a joke, and his immediate look of relief was almost as hilarious as the previous expression. "That's not funny!" He groaned, rubbing at his face in embarrassment. Roy really had him going there for a minute. Still, it didn't help that Hughes knew about it and seemed to be playing such an active role in Roy hooking up with him. Or… whatever was going on. He didn't even know anymore.<br><br>It was strange enough without another guy getting involved, but he guessed that since Maes was Roy's best friend, he just wanted to help him out. "I guess so…" He shrugged, looking as uncertain as he felt. He brought a hand up to rub at the back of his head, staring up at Roy with that puzzled look on his face. He honestly wasn't sure how to answer that question. "No… well, yeah. I don't know. Kind of." He chuckled weakly, looking down at his lap. "I wouldn't say I'm freaked out. I just… I'm not into guys, you know? But I…" He just couldn't figure out what made Roy so different. Was it his desire to always please his superior? Or something else?"<br><br>"I don't know. Maybe if…" Jean looked to be deep in thought, trying to sort out all of these confusing feelings. "Will you… kiss me again, sir?" Blue eyes turned to stare up at Roy, almost as if asking him for help. "Please? Just to be sure…"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 19:20:46</strong>
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				Such a reaction was one for the record books, as he knew that Havoc was gullible at times, but this gullible? Roy had to prevent himself from bursting out into laughter as the man showed so much worry and terror at everyone knowing that Havoc was the target of Roy's affections. "I'd say it was pretty damn funny if I do say so myself." He responded easily, hands coming to rub along the man's chest in comfort while he leaned against him comfortably. "Relax. I wouldn't go doing that sort of thing. I may be known for making your life a bit hectic at times, but that's just stepping a boundary that even I wouldn't cross." He smirked, hands resting upon his broad shoulders gently to signify that he felt far too strongly for him to do such a thing.<br><br>Havoc's revelation of not really being into men was a bit saddening for Roy, but there was also a bright side. The man did follow orders in such a spectacular manner, and if Roy showed interest, wouldn't Havoc do whatever it took to please him? The soft, humble request coming from Havoc to be kissed again so he could feel that sensation of warmth and affection... it even warmed Roy's heart, who couldn't hide the soft smile that came over his boyish features.<br><br>Fingers came up to brush up and down slowly along the length of his jawline, feeling the stubble that was growing there. With one hand cradling one side of his face and the other planted firmly against Jean's chest, Roy would lean forward slowly. "I'd love to." He mumbled so softly before their lips met in a slow, passionate embrace. Slowly, Roy's own arms would come up to embrace Havoc's neck as he rested against his chest, lips moving smoothly and easily against his second lieutenant's own. It was much different than kissing Hughes, as he didn't have to feel guilty about the man being married and having a child. Havoc was all his and that was just how it was going to be, no exceptions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 23:18:33</strong>
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				In Havoc's mind, amidst all the chaos that had been unleashed at the hands (and lips) of his Fuhrer, there was one thing that made sense to him. He couldn't rightly explain why Roy was having such an effect on him, but there was only one way to find out whether he enjoyed it or not. That's why he asked the man to kiss him again; it hadn't felt bad the first time, but it had been much too short for him to really get a taste. He wanted to try it again, to honestly kiss Roy and see if he liked it or if he was just striving to please his superior. There wasn't a single order he wouldn't follow, but…<br><br>Well, he just had to know.<br><br>Jean braced himself, seeing the other man leaning closer and lowering his face to his own. His breath almost hitched in his throat when their lips met for the second time, a little less chaste this time around. He could feel the passion and desire Roy felt towards him in that kiss, their lips pressed together and moving so slowly. Blue eyes slid shut to allow Havoc to focus fully on the feeling, hands sliding up to rest against the other's chest as if he might become overwhelmed and push him away. As that kiss went on, however, his hands started to tremble with uncertainty, gripping at the front of Roy's white dress shirt.<br><br>"…Mmh…" He grunted softly, just a slip of sound as his lips parted to deepen the kiss. His hands moved slowly to press against the other's back, arms curling around him to press him even closer to his chest. He held Roy a bit tighter, not letting him get away before he had a chance to experience all he could from this moment. Havoc nudged his tongue against Roy's lips, a bit hesitant as he slipped between them and found the alchemist's own. He let their tongues rub and slide against one another, groaning again at the feel of it.<br><br>He tasted kind of exotic, a flavor he couldn't begin to describe but was so uniquely Roy. The blond lieutenant was clearly enjoying himself, making no move to stop any time soon. His fingers curled into the man's shirt, messing up the neatly pressed fabric as it started to untuck from the waist of his pants.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 02:17:31</strong>
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				The taste of the lieutenant was even better than he imagined. Now that they were really kissing, the Fuhrer felt his body going limp against the bare torso of the blond, allowing the man to gather him up in such a tight embrace. “Mmnh…” Tongue reached out playfully to brush up against the other’s own while they kissed, and by the feel of the man returning such a passionate liplock, he could tell that Havoc was more attracted to men than he really let on. Or perhaps he was just attracted to the Fuhrer and no one else, but what did Roy have to complain about? His desire to ensnare Havoc in a passionate situation like this had succeeded and had led up to this moment where the both of them were pressed close together in Havoc’s hospital bed, kissing like lost lovers.<br><br>Hands came down to the man’s stomach to rest against the hard abdomen, nails gently raking along the flesh to bring a bit of sting, but not enough to hurt the man severely. Along with that, his fingertips from his right hand would heat up a bit, just in order to feel even better against the already-warm flesh of the blushing blond. “Guess you’re a bit more attracted to me than you let on, hm?” He finally questioned, their lips barely an inch away from one another as he pulled back briefly to speak. His teeth caught hold of Havoc’s lower lip, giving it a gentle tug while his arms came up and around his neck to secure tightly.<br><br>“How was that, hm?” He practically purred, using that same seductive tone and persona of his that worked so well on Hughes. By the looks of it, it was affecting Havoc as well, for he had never seen the man blushing so brightly! “And to think you’ve been looking for a girlfriend for so long.” He laughed, sitting up in his arms and grasping at those broad shoulders tightly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 01:39:36</strong>
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				While Roy was a bit more solid than a woman, his features were much smaller than men like Havoc and Hughes. He was a bit shorter and while the alchemist had undeniable tone to his muscles, he felt rather light and slender pressed up against the solid wall of his chest. Maybe that was why Havoc sunk so easily into that kiss, falling so perfectly into the man's trap. With his eyes closed, Roy's mouth felt just like any other mouth, warm and inviting with the playful antics of that smaller tongue against his own. He could have been kissing a woman for all he knew, but he <em>knew</em> that he was kissing the former Colonel and it almost seemed to intensify the sensations he was feeling.<br><br>That and there were no big, perky breasts trapped between them, but he really didn't care at that point. Roy knew what he was doing and knew how to get the lieutenant going with that sinful mouth of his, and it was working. His own hands slid down to the man's hips, fingers spreading out over the small of his back to press him even closer to his body. It seemed he'd slipped into a sort of autopilot, too dazed by the kiss to even form coherent thoughts. He shuddered at the feel of those nails scratching his skin, letting out a soft groan as he almost immediately imagined those nails clawing down his back. The warmth of his fingertips didn't go unnoticed, either, which prompted the blond to wonder what other flesh the man could heat in such a manner.<br><br>If he didn't stop thinking like this, he was going to have a very embarrassing reaction. Not that he would be able to feel it, of course, but he could feel the other signs of his arousal. Jean was practically panting when the dark-haired man pulled away to speak, blue eyes glancing up to fix Roy with an almost guilty look at his accusation, like a boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He couldn't deny that he was attracted to the man; that much was far too obvious at this point. So he had the answer he'd been looking for… he wanted to please Roy, but he'd enjoyed it far too much for it to be purely that. Yes, he'd liked it. Yes, he was attracted to his boss.<br><br>But what now? He wasn't even sure what to say, as that kiss had done a fine job of flooring him. "I… I, uh…" He was sure his face was glowing as he struggled to say something, having great difficulty forming a sentence. "It was… nice." Havoc shook his head. "No, I mean… it felt good." He looked down at his lap, feeling quite awkward after such a passionate moment. He never imagined that he'd enjoy kissing a man, but he couldn't lie to himself and say that he hadn't. "Yeah…" He chuckled weakly at the remark about him looking for a girlfriend, wondering what exactly he and Roy were now.<br><br>He couldn't exactly say that they were involved, as all they had done was kiss, but… well, things had obviously changed between them. There was no going back now. "Are you… er… suggesting I look for a boyfriend, then?" Havoc almost sounded curious, looking up at Roy again with a rather innocent look on his face. "Because you're the only guy I've ever… you know. Felt this way about before." He explained, feeling his face get hot. "You're different. You're…" He could think of many words to describe the Fuhrer right now: beautiful, sexy… but he couldn't quite work up the nerve to say it.<br><br>Well. This would take some getting used to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 03:51:04</strong>
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				Ah, how he struggled to get a sentence straight and even speak in general... Roy knew that he had really had a strong effect on the blond lieutenant. He put on a knowing smirk as he sat up on his knees, fixing the other with a stare as he stumbled over his words in such an embarrassed manner. While they had been kissing, Havoc had been responding so easily and smoothly. Yet now that he had his mind about him again, the realization of kissing the former colonel must have really been setting in. His hands gently rested upon the solid muscles of his chest, sliding upward soon enough to tilt Havoc's head up to look right at him. "You're cute when you're shy like that, you know. I wouldn't go around me acting like that all the time. You're sure to have quite an effect on me otherwise." He purred in a sinfully sweet manner against his ear. Roy just had the ability to seduce anyone if he had the heart to do it. Havoc was at the top of his list and he was going to go to hell and back to sway the blond's tastes from women to a certain dark-haired Fuhrer.<br><br>He brought him closer for another kiss and ensnared his neck in a firm embrace so Havoc couldn't wrench his face from Roy's own. After another long, heated kiss, those dark eyes opened up and he parted their lips so the both of them could breathe. "You don't need to go looking for a boyfriend when I've been perfectly honest about wanting to spend my time with you, no?" He grinned, his thumb and forefinger stroking slowly over the blond's stubbled chin. He had to admit that he rather enjoyed the facial hair that had grown on the man, finding that it made him even more handsome than it had before. Before, he had possessed a boyish handsomeness about him, much like Roy did, save a little less softer and a little more masculine. <br><br>"I do have to tell you something, though. Before we do go any further. I've already told you that I need people in my life, at least certain people like you and Hughes." His fingers played with the man's short hair slowly, fingers kneading gently into the scalp. "Hughes and I..."<br><br>"Well, we've been together since the Ishbalan War. Not in a relationship or anything of that nature, but just..." He had tried to give up Hughes before, to save himself from the guilt of knowing that he could potentially destroy the man's marriage if Gracia found out. And what heartbreak he could imagine Elysia going through to see her father and mother being torn apart... he couldn't handle it, but he couldn't handle giving up his best friend either. He sighed in a defeated manner, enough for even Jean to see that the man was stumbling over his own words now. It was only because he was helpless in the situation, much like Hughes was since it seemed that the Brigadier General couldn't give him up either.<br><br>"I can't give him up, Havoc. But I can't give you up either." His hand cradled one side of the man's face, letting him lean his head against it while the other stroked slowly and carefully through his hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 17:04:38</strong>
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				Havoc didn't mean to be so shy, and to have Roy point it out to him only made him blush more. That and the way the man purred so sweetly against his ear, warning him about having such an effect on him. Roy's seduction of the lieutenant was nearly complete, those blue eyes of his looking hazier and more clouded by the minute. It wouldn't take much more for the alchemist to have Jean wrapped around his little finger even tighter than he was already wound. "I'll try not to." He chuckled, although he was curious as to what Roy might be driven to do if he kept acting in such a manner.<br><br>He had no intention of pulling away from Roy or that kiss, even leaning up eagerly to meet those soft lips again. Now that he felt comfortable he didn't have to hold back, proving that he really was quite a good kisser despite his track record with the ladies. Havoc's hands curled tightly into his waist, mussing up his shirt even more as he drew him closer to his body, craving the warmth of another that he hadn't felt in so long. It felt a little surreal to be sitting there making out with his superior, but also thrilling in a way that made him not want to stop.<br><br>"I guess not." He laughed quietly, mirroring the other's grin. He wouldn't need to find a boyfriend if Roy truly wanted to be with him, which he assumed was being implied. He couldn't exactly argue with that, but being so new to all of this, it would surely take some time for him to warm up to the idea of being with a man. So far so good, though. He was breathing a little heavier as he slowly leaned back, resting comfortably against his pillow. "I haven't gotten a chance to shave in a while." He admitted with a chuckle, feeling the man's fingers stroking at the scruff that was growing on his chin. He'd been meaning to shave it off, but it was difficult to do so when he couldn't even stand up on his own.<br><br>"Hmm?" He murmured, staring curiously up at Roy when he told him he had something to tell him. He wasn't sure what to expect when the alchemist started explaining his past with Hughes, that they had a history together and that they were… well… <em>together.</em> Shock was the first expression to grace the blond's features, eyes growing wide once again. "What? B-But… what about Gracia and…?" Havoc sputtered, unable to fathom the idea of Hughes being anything but faithful to his beloved wife. How could he carry on an affair with Roy and act like nothing was out of the ordinary? The man was practically obsessed with his family, and yet Roy was telling him that they were involved. Had been involved since the damn war! That was an awfully long time…<br><br>The truth of the matter was, they'd tried to give each other up many times. Once after the war, when Hughes had proposed to Gracia. Then again, after the wedding. When he found out Gracia was pregnant, Maes had put some distance in between himself and his best friend, perhaps the longest they'd gone without each other before they were eventually drawn back together. The last time was after Elysia was born, and even then, he just couldn't stay away from Roy. That's when he'd given up, resigning himself to the fact that he just couldn't function without the other man in his life. The guilt was always in the back of their minds, but it was a small price to pay for what they shared together.<br><br>"So you and Hughes… you're… together." If it wasn't a relationship like Roy said, then what was it? Just fuck buddies? He blushed at the thought, even as a wounded look came to his eyes. Havoc wasn't sure why he felt so disappointed at this revelation, since all he'd done with Roy was kiss, but… he couldn't help the feeling of jealousy that was rising up in him. His hands slipped from the man's waist, coming to rest limply at his sides. "Well if you have him, what do you need me for?" He muttered, a touch of bitterness in his tone. He looked down, focusing his attention away from Roy.<br><br>He knew he was being unreasonable, but was he really? After all, it felt like the dark-haired man had led him on in a way. "I don't understand." It was his turn to sigh in defeat, wanting nothing more than to curl up in a ball and disappear from the man. "I'm sure Hughes is perfectly capable of taking care of you." It was clear from the bite in Jean's words that he meant sexually, since that's what he assumed their relationship consisted of. "What the hell do you want me for, then?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 07:20:35</strong>
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				“We’ve tried to stop, Havoc.” Roy sighed, acting as if he and Hughes looked at each other as if they were drugs. In a sense, they were. Neither of them could function well with a long-term absence from one another, much like Roy realized his relationship to Havoc was like. Without his blond lieutenant at his side to give orders to, he just didn’t feel… complete. “After we got back from the war… when Gracia was pregnant… when Elysia was born…” The look of defeat in his eyes showed that no matter what they tried to do, they just couldn’t quit each other. Of course, Havoc would take a while to understand this and Roy understood that it was hard to grasp when the man felt strongly about Roy already.<br><br>“But I need you too. I’ve already said that.” He mumbled, tilting his chin up and resting his hands on both of his cheeks. “And Hughes is a great man. A very great man that I’m thankful for every single day of my life.” He put on a smile and rested his forehead against Jean’s own. He was thankful that the lights were dim since it felt much better to be sitting here in bed in the slight darkness, only the feel of Jean’s body able to be sensed at the moment. “He takes care of me when he can. But I know that his love for me… it can’t measure up to the love he feels for Gracia. And I wouldn’t want it to ever equal the love he feels for his wife. But let’s face it, Havoc.”<br><br>“You’ve never been given love like this before and I know that you’ve been craving it. All you ever complain about is how lonely you are and how you don’t have a girlfriend, you know?” He laughed, ensnaring his neck in a firm hug. “And while I do love Hughes, I know that nothing can come out of it. You’re perfectly capable of being with me, Havoc. I can’t feel guilt for being with you. I won’t have worries in the back of my mind if someone finds out about us that it could ruin a marriage that you have. I don’t have to worry about that.”<br><br>“So please, hm?” He cradled the other’s cheek in his smaller hand. “Just let me love you the way that I’ve always wanted.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 19:47:13</strong>
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				Havoc didn't suppose he would ever understand what Roy was trying to explain to him. After all, he'd never experienced that sort of closeness with anyone, whether it be friendship or something more. He had friends, of course, but none that he could think of that he felt so strongly about. Not only that, but he was still struggling to grasp the concept of two men being together. Roy and Maes… now <em>that</em> was hard to imagine. Particularly in the case of the Brigadier General, whose masculinity and strength didn't so much as suggest that he had a taste for men. Or one man, at least.<br><br>Still though, under the initial wave of jealousy that he felt, Havoc couldn't deny that he was slightly curious about it all. It still seemed weird but he had thoroughly enjoyed kissing Roy, so maybe it wasn’t as strange as he thought. Especially if the other man had been doing it for such a long time. It couldn’t be <em>that</em> bad then, could it?<br><br>"Hey…" He frowned, unable to stay angry at the man when he looked so defeated and vulnerable. His eyes softened as he brought his hands up to Roy's face, stroking his cheeks with the backs of his fingers. It was hard to hear about Hughes and how much he meant to him, even though their love could never be. He worried that he was simply Roy’s second choice, that perhaps since he was perpetually single he was a prime candidate to fill in during Hughes’ absences. He didn’t want to be second best to the Brigadier General, but the whole thing was rather confusing and it would take some time for him to really understand the dynamics of such a relationship.<br><br>“Well…” He knew Roy was right and it was evident from the look on his face that Jean truly was hungry for the love he’d gone so long without. He was surprised that his former colonel was the one offering it to him, not because he was a man but because… well, love wasn't something he ever would have expected Roy to feel for him. Over the years, he'd put up with the man's teasing jabs and scathing insults. Love was the last emotion he would have guessed lurked underneath the surface, but if it truly did…<br><br>It was late and Havoc was getting tired, but he didn't want the man to go just yet. He didn't know what his answer would be, what he would ultimately decide, but it just felt nice having someone pressed so close to him. Without a word, he tilted his head up and caught Roy's lips with his own, giving him another slow, passionate kiss. Hands slid up into the other’s dark hair, surely mussing it a bit as his fingers curled into the back of his head and dragged him down for a deeper kiss.<br><br>When they did part, Havoc drew in a shaky breath and leaned his forehead against Roy’s, letting his hands come to rest on either side of his neck. Fingers teased at those weak spots of his, rubbing idly while his mind worked to produce some sort of response to the man’s request. “Sir…” He had to clear his throat, his voice heavy with arousal from all the kissing and touching they were doing. His tongue ran over his lip absently, the lieutenant choosing his next words with great care.<br><br>“You gotta give me some time to think about this. It still hasn’t sunk in yet.” He chuckled weakly, peeking up at him in the dim lighting. “I’m not saying no, I just… I need some time.” It was a lot to take in and it would take him some time to get used to the idea. To reassure the man, Jean leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to Roy’s cheek, fixing him with a small smile. “Okay?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 18:06:32</strong>
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				It seemed that Havoc was just as torn in between a decision to be with Roy or to continue living on the life of being alone. In retrospect, it was rather easy to figure out what decision to make. Dark eyes would lock with those sweet blue ones just in time for the other to bring him down for a passionate, lust-filled kiss. No longer was this the shy side of Jean Havoc, but the forward, dominant personality of his that wanted to come out. How long had Havoc really been wanting to show Roy his place, after all? Roy was not so easy to dominate, however. Hughes should know that and Havoc would slowly learn that it would be rather difficult to keep up with the Führer’s rampant sex drive. Roy’s teeth would gnash playfully at the blond’s lower lip as he sat in his lap, both of them recovering after such a heat-filled kiss. It had floored the both of them, no doubt.<br><br>“Who knew that you were such a wonderful kisser, hm?” He mused as his fingers tilted up the scruffy chin, giving his lower lip another nibble. The gentle massaging at the sides of his neck had really relaxed the dark-haired man, causing his back to arch and his hips to press slightly against the solid wall of Havoc’s stomach. His own fingers came up to curl into the back of the man’s blond head, stroking through those soft locks of hair. When Havoc requested time to adjust to this new situation, Roy couldn’t hide his amused smirk. “Mm. I would be rather shocked if I were you too,” he admitted, letting out a happy laugh. “It’s not easy to switch teams in one night, is it?” He curled both arms around the lieutenant’s neck so he could pull himself even closer.<br><br>“Take all the time you need.” He moved in for another kiss on the lips, but he switched to his cheekbone where he’d kiss in a more affectionate manner. “I’m not going to die anytime soon. And it’s not like you’re going anywhere in the next few days,” he joked, knowing that Havoc didn’t get enough laughter and jests like that while he was in the hospital. Leave it to Roy to make light of the situation to make Havoc feel better.<br><br>He would slowly slip himself off of his lap and content himself with relaxing against the pillows that Havoc was propped up against. He brought out a cigarette from his inner jacket pocket and lit the tip of it, body cradled within Havoc’s arm and against his side comfortably. <br><br>Just content to lay there until he fell asleep or decided to head home, whichever he decided first.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 01:33:40</strong>
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				Whether he was ready to admit it to himself or not, there was a part of Havoc that knew he would end up with Roy. He wasn't an idiot and with every kiss they shared, he could feel himself growing more addicted to the taste of those lips. Of course, he still had plenty to learn about Roy and what it would take to keep up with him, something that Hughes would probably have to discuss with him later on. After all, it had taken Maes quite some time to learn how to handle the wild minx that their Führer would become in between the sheets. If Havoc truly wanted to go as far as to put Roy in his place, he had a lot to learn.<br><br>"Thanks." He laughed too, unable to resist the contagious sound. It definitely was a shock but he was starting to ease up a bit, feeling more comfortable with this new Mustang. He smiled at the kiss and even leaned up to nuzzle at the man's neck, taking the chance to steal another lungful of his scent. "That's right you're not going to die anytime soon." He affirmed, leaning back to give Roy a firm nod. "Paralyzed or not, nothing's going to happen to you. I won't let it." His smile was full of pride and his eyes determination, hands reaching for Roy's own to entwine their fingers.&nbsp; "You might have Hughes out there right now watching your back, but as soon as I can walk again, it's my turn." It wasn't a request but something that he was telling him, not about to take no for an answer. <br><br>He was content to let the older man relax beside him on the bed, not minding the cramped quarters in the slightest. Havoc curled his arm around the surprisingly slim form of his superior, securing around his waist to keep him close while they lay there in comfort. He knew that Roy didn't want to go home and be alone, so when the dark-haired man started to nod off, he pretended not to notice. He was feeling rather sleepy himself, so it wouldn't be long before he let himself drift off to sleep as well, pulling up an extra blanket to cover the Führer while they snoozed together.<br><br><hr><br>It created quite the unexpected sight for the lovely nurse who found them in the morning, unsure of what to make of the young new ruler sound asleep, curled up against the handsome soldier. She stood by the foot of the bed for a moment, blushing and trying to decide who to wake up first before she finally decided upon Havoc. After all, she didn't really want to disturb the Führer of all people! "U-Uhm... excuse me, Mr. Havoc...?" She spoke softly, gently shaking the blond's shoulder to try and wake him up. It took a couple of minutes before those blues eyes opened up and blinked, looking around the room before settling upon the pretty nurse.<br><br>"Oh... uh..." Still half-asleep, he was confused and wasn't sure what she wanted. He brought his hand up to rub at his eyes, finally taking notice of Roy sleeping beside him. "...<em>Oh!</em>" He blushed and looked back up at the nurse, desperately trying to think of some explanation for her. "Uh... we go way back. My buddy here had a rough night last night and kinda... fell asleep here. I just didn't have the heart to wake him, y'know?" Jean gave her his most charming grin and she fell for it hook, line and sinker.<br><br>"Oh, the poor thing. What a good friend you are." She giggled, clearly captivated by the both of them. "Well, I just wanted to check in on you. I'll let you get some more rest." Havoc smiled and watched the girl leave, then let out a soft sigh of relief and settled back down against the pillows, turning his head to admire Roy's sleeping face. "That was close." He chuckled, lifting his hand to stroke his fingers through the man's dark hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 14:36:36</strong>
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				Most people in life were lucky to even get one person whom they could truly put their trust into. However, Roy was lucky in that sense, for he had Hughes, Havoc, and Riza to keep an eye on his back at all times. Because of that, a man of his caliber and status shouldn’t have to even worry a hair about being injured, for he was quite confident that Havoc would throw himself in the line of fire in order to save the Führer from certain death. With that in mind, Roy achieved the best sleep that he had in a long time, or at least since he and Hughes had made love recently. The combined warmth of Havoc’s stronger frame and the scent of smoke that lingered around him would comfort the man to stay in slumber for quite some time. He was worn out to no end and he didn’t even given a damn if the nurse saw them like this, for Roy was all-too-willing to sacrifice his good reputation as being a blatant charmer to women in order to get some time alone with one of his closest friends.<br><br>When the nurse finally left the room and Havoc was left alone with Roy once more, the young leader still made no move to wake up. His slim chest rose and fell tiredly while he rested his head against the solid shoulder, mumbling from time to time in his deep slumber. “Mmmn… Havoc…” He mumbled while his dream carried on, squirming and tilting his head slightly to the side. “That tickles…” He murmured once more, and yet something would pull him out of the dream and cause him to slowly open up his eyes.<br><br>Hospital room… ah yes, he’d fallen asleep in Havoc’s room the night before. Hands came up slowly to rub the sleep out of his eyes while he still had that arm secure around his figure. “Nnnh…” He would slowly sit up and his body would practically stretch out like a cat, arms lifting high into the air and his back arching like a bow while he stretched out every inch of his body. The bottom of his shirt lifted up a bit to reveal a hint of toned stomach as he stretched his rather nimble frame, soon sinking right back into the second lieutenant’s side to get comfortable once more.<br><br>“Morning, handsome.” He mumbled playfully, giving one stubbled jaw line a soft kiss.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 00:27:45</strong>
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				Havoc was perfectly content to lay there and watch Roy sleep for however long he needed to rest, for he knew the man probably wasn't getting much lately with how busy his schedule was and his natural aversion to being home alone. He thought the Führer looked rather adorable as he slept, appearing much more innocent and vulnerable while he snoozed at his second lieutenant's side. At least, he did until that dream started up, mumbling and squirming in such a way that made Havoc blush.<br><br>Just what was going on in that dream, anyway? What was he doing to Roy that tickled so much?<br><br>His mind started riffling through the various things he could do that might tickle the man, which only served to make him blush even deeper while something seemed to rouse Roy from his sleep. Jean watched in silent amazement as the dark-haired alchemist stretched out his body, looking every bit like a cat stretching himself out after a nice long nap. He didn't try to conceal his gaze as he eyed up the older man's body, admiring the way his back arched and his shirt lifted up enough to tease him with a hint of bare, toned flesh. He absently ran his tongue over his lips, feeling that they were getting dry all of a sudden.<br><br>"Morning." He smiled, stretching himself out a bit before he settled back down with Roy and secured his arm around the man's lithe, nimble frame. The nurse wouldn't be back for some time and no one would be around to bother them for a while, so he felt comfortable leaning his head down to press a soft kiss to his forehead. "How'd you sleep? It sounded like you were having an interesting dream." Havoc chuckled, fingers coming to stroke slowly over the man's clothed chest and stomach in a comforting gesture. "You were talking in your sleep. Said something tickled..." He was secretly quite curious as to what Roy had been dreaming about, but he wasn‘t about to come right out and ask.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 03:45:21</strong>
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				With how unsure Havoc had been the night before, whether it be over the concept of a relationship between two men or a relationship with the Führer who was already with Hughes… it seemed to have just dissipated over the course of the night. Roy was content to lay there with Havoc for the remainder of the day, yet he knew that Riza would be storming to the hospital to drag him back to his office by the ear if he didn’t get moving soon. That didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy himself a little bit and relax with Jean a bit more, though. “Mmm? Talking in my sleep?” It was always an embarrassing prospect, for no one really knew what they had said or what sort of embarrassing things that could be used for blackmail later on. Luckily he knew Havoc wouldn’t sink to that kind of low.<br><br>“I… don’t remember what I was dreaming about.” He coughed, looking toward the open window. It was a lie, for he had been dreaming of the two of them laying in that very bed, kissing and touching each other so gently. It hadn’t been sexual, but the affectionate nibbles on his ear and the kisses over his neck had been enough to bring goosebumps to his body in his dream. He’d be lying if he said that his real body wasn’t acting the same, but he didn’t want Jean to think that all he dreamed about was sex and intimacy. He didn’t want Havoc to think that that was the only thing he wanted him for, after all.<br><br>The soft squeeze from the strong arm would make him smile warmly and give Havoc one last kiss on the cheek. “Nothing important, I’m sure.” He promised, throwing his legs over the side of the bed and standing up. “You know Riza, too. If I don’t get back soon, she’ll kill me.” He groaned and leaned down to press a warm kiss to his lips. “I’ll come by when I’m done with work. Hopefully Hughes can come around today and we can go out for something to eat. I’m sure you’re dying to get out of this hospital bed and out of this hospital temporarily, hm?” He winked, patting the other’s bare chest affectionately.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 02:07:26</strong>
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				"Hmm, is that so?" Havoc knew the other was lying about not remembering his dream, but he knew better than to press the issue, even if he was a bit disappointed. He could settle for just relaxing in that bed with Roy for a while longer, but it seemed he wouldn't get that chance either. No doubt Riza was expecting the Führer to arrive and would be getting impatient if he took much longer to show up. He couldn't hide his frown when the dark-haired man moved up from the bed and got ready to leave, almost resembling a pouty little kid as he lay there.<br><br>"Yeah, I know." He mumbled, leaning up to meet Roy's lips in that kiss. He was reluctant to pull away, knowing he'd have to wait quite some time to have another, but what the man said next seemed to cheer him up remarkably. He hadn't been outside of this building for the longest time and the hospital food, while edible, was getting rather boring. Even if Hughes was going to be there, it was an offer he couldn't refuse. "That sounds... really nice, sir." Jean admitted softly, a warm smile lighting up his face. He took hold of the alchemist's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, then brought it up so he could brush his lips over the back of it. "Thanks."<br><br>He smiled and watched his friend go, lighting up a cigarette once he was gone. It was going to be a long day of therapy, especially since he had something to look forward to now.<br><br><hr><br>It was a long day at Central, too. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, but things were admittedly rather quiet now that everything had settled down. There were no more Homunculi to worry about, they had the Philosopher's Stone, a treaty was being ironed out with the Ishbalans... there was really no conflict to deal with these days. Just obscene amounts of paperwork which just begged the question: where the hell did it all come from if nothing was going on?<br><br>That's what Hughes wanted to know. Since he'd had so much free time on his hands, Hawkeye delegated him to paperwork duty in order to help Roy get done faster. She seemed particularly eager to get out of work early today, but she refused to reveal the reason why. Maes had given up trying to get it out of her once he'd had a gun pointed to his head, but as soon as she left the office to retrieve something downstairs, he was right back at it.<br><br>"Hmm... I bet she's got a hot date tonight." He grinned, looking up at Roy from a stack of papers. That was the accusation that had earned him Riza's death threats in the first place, but he was determined that that was what her plans for the night were. Why else would she be in such a hurry to get out of work? That wasn't like her. Not that he was complaining, because hey. Who didn't love leaving work early? "Speaking of which... where were you last night? The hospital?" He hadn't gotten a chance to ask Roy about his night since Hawkeye had been in the office, but he was curious to hear now that she was gone.<br><br>"I tried calling the house this morning but there was no answer, and you weren't here, so... how'd it go?" Maes smirked, fixing his glasses as he leaned closer. "Is the puppy obedient as ever?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 03:42:31</strong>
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				The Führer really was rather surprised that Riza wanted to get out of work early, for she was always a woman who had business on her mind first and pleasure last. Rarely had she ever taken off of work early, save for that one time when she had a doctor's appointment, so either she had another one or she was going out for some sort of fun-filled night. She hadn't shown any sickness as of late, so Roy was putting his money on the latter, even if he didn't want to outright call her out about going out on a date. Maybe at one point of his life he would have been jealous of the idea, and he would be lying if he said that he still didn't feel some affection for the blond woman. Nevertheless, his love lied solely in the man that sat in his office and the one that was in therapy back at the hospital.<br><br>"I would imagine she's got something like that going on." Roy admitted as he finished off another stack of paperwork. He did have to admit that he had no idea where all of it was coming from, but it was better to just ignore that. It had to be done and he didn't need to let himself get caught up in other things and ignore his responsibilities back at the office. "Mmm? Yeah. I went back to the hospital to see Havoc for a while." He didn't want to speak out about staying all night with Havoc, but Hughes was a prying man and if he wanted to get his information, he'd get it one way or another.<br><br>"Oh be quiet." He groaned, throwing a box of tissues that had been on his desk at the man. "He's just fine and he's pretty excited about tonight. I told him we'd be going out to dinner, the three of us." He informed, crossing his arms firmly over his chest. "As long as you don't have plans already. I'm sure that he's been wanting to meet with you and whatnot. I... told him about us. About what's been going on since Ishbal." He tilted his head back, arm resting over his eyes since he felt fatigue coming at him faster than ever.<br><br>"He's just unsure about how he feels right now. I have to admit that it's pretty cute in a way. Like a boy that doesn't know if he's doing right or wrong." He chuckled, opening one eye to look at the general.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 01:15:46</strong>
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				Hughes had always wondered what Roy really felt about Riza, but that was one touchy subject he didn't want to get into. Of course, he still teased the man occasionally about when he was finally going to confess his love to her, but it was a mutual understanding between the two comrades. Roy felt affection for the woman and Riza couldn't deny her own affection for the alchemist, but ultimately there was little chance of anything coming from it. At least, that's how it seemed to Maes.<br><br>He sat on the other side of that desk, turning the tissue box over in his hands while he listened to his friend talk about their second lieutenant. He froze up when Roy mentioned that he told Havoc about their relationship, not out of fear of what the blond would think but simply... well... it was something he and Roy didn't even talk about much. Since they started their physical relationship back in Ishbal, it was more of an unspoken agreement than anything. They gave each other comfort and pleasure and didn't ask any questions, so he felt a little awkward now that the topic had been brought up. "Oh... you did?" Maes mumbled, his cheeks turning pink as he watched Roy lean back with his arm over his eyes. All this paperwork was making his own eyes hurt and he'd be glad once it was all done.<br><br>"Well, I'm sure it's a lot for Havoc to deal with so suddenly. I know it took <em>you</em> a while to warm up to the idea." He teased, smirking when the other opened an eye up to peek at him. "Dinner sounds good. I'm sure Gracia will be happy to hear we're taking the kid out. She's been worried about him being cooped up in that hospital for so long." It was true, so he didn't think his wife would mind if he was a little late getting home.<br><br>Yawning and stretching his arms a bit, Hughes put his feet up on the edge of the desk and leaned back, pulling a pile of papers onto his lap to be tended to. "Are you sure you want me to tag along on your date?" He snickered, glancing up at the dark-haired man. "I'm sure you want to make it to at least second base... unless you're planning on teaching the dog a few tricks." He wasn't against taking the lieutenant home and doing a little show and tell with Roy, but one could never tell with the man. "Whatever you want, we'll do it." Maes assured, grinning up at him. "Just let me know."<br><br>It was about that time that Hawkeye returned to the office, bringing an end to that conversation. When all was said and done, they managed to get out of work a couple of hours early, something that seemed to please the blond woman greatly. She thanked them for their hard work and gathered up her belongings, all too eager to get going ahead of them.<br><br>The doors closed and Hughes blinked, turning slowly to look at Roy. "Did she just... thank us?" He shook his head, rising from his chair and stretching out his limbs. "Ah well. Ready to get going?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 06:40:51</strong>
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				"Of course she has." Roy chuckled quietly as he sat there, looking at his desk with a glimmer within his dark eyes. Gracia was always a worrisome woman who wanted the best for her husband and his friends, even if she had only met some of them once.<br><br>"Oh you're acting like I'm gonna screw him on my first date." Roy growled, throwing a wadded up piece of paper at his general. "Start thinking with this head and not the other one, <em>general</em>." He stuck his tongue out, his finger pressed against the front of his own forehead. With that, he stretched his slim legs out and leaned back in the chair, hands folded over his stomach while he thought of what he could say to Havoc at this little dinner of theirs. Hughes would no doubt have some ideas for conversation, though Roy had to imagine and speculate on how many of those ideas involved talking about Elysia.<br><br>Probably about ninety-five percent.<br><br>When Hawkeye came in and thanked them, he would lift his brows in surprise. "I'm... pretty shocked too." He mumbled before gathering up his things, rising up beside his chair. "Come on, then. I told him that I'd be there right after work. You should go home and at least tell Gracia and get yourself ready." As for Roy, he could do that sort of thing in the hospital room. Havoc wouldn't be rushing after all. As he wanted, he shooed Hughes off to go back home until they came to pick him up. <br><br>Getting to the hospital didn't take long, though he had stopped to get a fresh outfit before coming. "Havoc?" He nudged open the door, a warm, friendly smile plastered on his face. He hoped that the blond was ready, but if not, he'd be more than happy to... well...<br><br>Help him get ready.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 20:56:43</strong>
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				Not many people were aware of just how perverted the brigadier general was. Only Roy really knew that side of the man, but that was only natural with how long they'd known each other and how often they had sex. When Hughes wasn't thinking about his daughter or his family, you could bet he was thinking about new ways to have fun with his best friend. Besides, it's not like Roy was a prude, either. He honestly wouldn't be surprised if the dark-haired man jumped their second lieutenant before they even had dessert. Heh, dessert... now <em>that</em> was a fun idea.<br><br>Ah, but no. He was supposed to be thinking with his big head, not the little one. "All right, all right. I'm going." He chuckled, heading for the door. "See you soon, <em>Führer.</em>" He winked and left, leaving Roy to get himself ready and to the hospital. The staff all smiled warmly at the young leader as he made his way through the building and upstairs to Havoc's room, for Roy was already becoming a familiar face with how dedicated he was to visiting his friend.<br><br>That door was nudged open just in time for the alchemist to catch quite an amusing sight: Jean wriggling around on the bed in a stubborn struggle to pull his pants on, brow furrowed in a mix of focus and frustration. He was clearly in the midst of getting ready, as his top half was clothed in a nice dress shirt that he hadn't buttoned up yet, leaving a strip of toned flesh exposed down the middle. A pair of briefs clung to his hips and other certain areas, enough to suggest that he was just as impressive as Roy's current lover, if not more so.<br><br>At the sound of Roy's voice, the blond froze and looked over to the door, blushing in embarrassment. Of all times for the dark-haired man to show up, it just had to be now. "Oh, uh... h-hey!" He laughed nervously, pants still stuck around his thighs. "I was just, er, getting ready..."<br><br>At least Hughes wasn't standing there, too. He had that much to be thankful for.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 16:32:10</strong>
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				Perhaps if given the chance, Roy would have jumped Havoc's bones right there, for the second lieutenant was being far too cute for his own good. It was hard to imagine a man like Havoc having such cute mannerisms, but the way that he was working so hard to take care of dressing himself was a tribute to his determination to get better and his stubborn nature to not accept help from anyone. "You know, it's just a simple push of a button and a nurse would be in here to help you." Roy spoke playfully, winking to the handsome blond that was clearly mortified at the prospect of Roy standing there. He had a lovely white dress shirt on, that which was tucked into the slacks that he wore that clung to his own toned, long legs. <br><br>"Mmmhm. I can see that. Luckily I came in at the right time to see you like this, hm?" He would move himself forward to the bed and kneel down upon his knees before the blond man to make it easier to help him get his pants up. The position left Roy practically facing the briefs that left little to the imagination. By the looks of it, Havoc's "little soldier" as Hughes had called it wasn't so little after all. Far from it to be exact, a fact that set Roy's libido on fire.<br><br>Well, at least intensified the fire since he was already feeling quite affectionate when he just walked in the door. He would glance up to Havoc and give him a warm grin. "Push yourself up with your arms." He advised, and when the other did it, he would slip the pants up higher. Fingers secured them around his hips and buttoned him up before standing up, now standing between the handsome blond's thighs. "Think you're ready to enjoy a night out?" He asked while he took each button of the man's shirt, buttoning it up slowly to hide the strip of powerful torso that had been exposed.<br><br>"When's the last time you've even been out on a date or been out to dinner with someone, hm?" He asked as he finished, slim arms draping around the older man's neck.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 02:19:34</strong>
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				This situation was certainly mortifying, but he had to admit that it could have been much, much worse. Havoc managed to relax a bit when Roy spoke so playfully to him, chuckling and shaking his head. "I can still dress myself... it just takes a little longer than it used to." He admitted, glancing down at his partially-clothed body. He really hadn't done too bad, considering, but it was clear that he needed help finishing up. He didn't have to ask, though, since the young Führer was soon climbing up onto the bed to assist with his pants.<br><br>Being in such a position, Jean knew the man was probably eyeing him up and he felt his face burn hot with that knowledge. He wasn't sure how he felt about Roy checking him out like that... embarrassed, sure... and maybe a little flattered. He couldn't deny the sudden fluttering in his chest when the alchemist grinned up at him, offering a weak smile in return. He did as the man asked and let him finish dressing him, allowing his own eyes to roam all over the slim form in front of him. Roy looked quite handsome himself in his nice dress shirt and slacks, but there was still something that he couldn't quite put his finger on... some sort of sensuality that seemed to radiate from the man.<br><br>"Yeah... it'll be nice to get out of here for a while." Havoc had been stuck inside the hospital for so long, so he was rather excited to get out and enjoy the company of Roy and Maes. He was about to ask where Hughes was when those arms slung around his neck, distracting him for the moment and bringing a smile to his face. "It's been a long time. I haven't gone out with anyone since... well, since we transferred here." His arms slipped around the former colonel's waist, not even thinking as he pulled the man closer. Thoughts of the night before flashed through his mind, remembering how they kissed and how heated things had gotten between them. "I had to dump my girlfriend for you..." He joked, leaning up to peck a soft kiss to Roy's lips... just in time for someone to catch them.<br><br>The knock at the door and the sound of someone clearing their throat got Havoc's attention, quickly pulling away from Roy to see who it was. His eyes narrowed a bit when he saw that it was just Hughes, leaning against the doorframe with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. "Am I interrupting something?" He laughed, glancing in between the two men on the bed. He noticed the lieutenant's grip on the dark-haired man seemed to tighten when he moved closer to them, and he'd be damned if it didn't warm his heart to see it. While he might have still been a little nervous and unsure about all of this, it was clear that Jean felt rather strongly about the alchemist already. He couldn't help but smirk, flashing a knowing glance to Roy.<br><br>Was the puppy getting a little possessive? Well then. This might be more fun than he thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A King and His Men ( Punk &amp; Kitty~ )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 05:01:07</strong>
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				"I guess you wouldn't want to be asking anyone to help you dress anyway, huh?" He chided, for he knew that Havoc was not a man to rely too heavily on people for such menial tasks. He would smooth out the fabric of the man's shirt, simultaneously admiring the solid form underneath the clothing as his hands came back up to the other's shoulders. He felt quite nice like this, practically straddling the blond's lap and helping him dress himself to be as sharp as possible. Fingers were quite shameless as they went down to fix up the man's pants as well. "Bet this is a lot better than having to lay around in hospital clothing all the time, hm?" Roy was proud and happy to be able to bring Havoc out for dinner. The blond had to feel lonely with only Roy there to keep him company, so at least taking him out increased the chances of him meeting people they already knew. Perhaps Al and Ed were out there somewhere, and no matter what the moment, Al always managed to brighten up the days of everyone.<br><br>He was happy to see that Havoc was being a bit more comfortable with their affections as well. He couldn't hide that sweet smile as the other leaned up and pressed such a soft, tender kiss on his own lips. "Jean..." He snickered, about to meet the man's lips for a firmer kiss before they were interrupted by a knock at the door. The Fuhrer would glance over toward his other best friend, unable to hide his smirk. The tightening of those arms around his waist would bring a warmth to his own heart as well, for he could tell that Havoc wasn't going to let anyone touch him unless Roy said so. It had to be that lingering desire to protect and serve the higher-up in command.<br><br>"Come on, you two. Can't let the night get away from us, can we?" He had already spoken with one of the nurses on the first floor to allow them to borrow one of the hospital wheelchairs. He lowered the rails upon the bed and slung Havoc's powerful arm around his neck so he could help him into the chair itself. It wasn't as hard as it looked, and once they were all ready, they exited the hospital by the use of the elevator.<br><br>A night would start that they wouldn't ever forget.
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