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Happy Sexy Outfit Havoc Day!
Happy (late) Sexy Outfit Havoc Day!
Art:
Title: Yukata
Character: Havoc
Rated: G
(Large version DL at deviantArt, if you want.)
Fic:
Title: Culture Shock
Characters: Roy/Havoc
Rated: Hard R
Word Count: 797
Notes: Sort of a post series-AU, not specific to either anime or manga. Just silliness.
“Well,” Fuhrer Roy Mustang said, flopping down onto the pallet beside his adjunct, the newly promoted Colonel Jean Havoc. “How are you liking the Xingese island prefecture?”
“I don’t like it,” Havoc grumbled, trying to fluff his buckwheat pillow into a softer shape. “It’s even worse than the mainland.”
“Oh?” Mustang smiled, amused. Since he’d appointed General Riza Hawkeye as lieutenant Fuhrer, it was Havoc who accompanied him when he had to leave Amestris. They’d been on a goodwill tour of Xing for almost two weeks now, part of Mustang’s plan to repair Amestris’ abominable foreign policies and international relations, and had arrived just that morning on one of Xing’s island colonies. Mustang had a meeting early the next day with the governor of the colony, but until then, he and his adjunct had the whole night, and the little private room in the traditional inn, all to themselves.
“What don’t you like about it, Jean?” Mustang asked, turning down the thick quilt and patting it so Havoc would come sit beside him. He did, stumbling a bit on the hem of the light robe he was wearing, then swearing as it tangled around his legs when he tried to sit down. Mustang tried to hide his snickers. The innkeeper had presented them the robes, made of light blue cotton in a simple striped pattern, to wear around the grounds. Mustang had insisted they put them on immediately; he found them rather charming, all in all, and besides, it made a good impression. Havoc had been grumbling about them ever since.
“The food, for one,” he said, plunking the buckwheat pillow back down and resuming pummeling it. “Raw eggs and rice for breakfast, then all those noodles and the dead raw fish for lunch. Thought I’d never get off of the fucking can.”
“I thought you were just seasick from the boat over?”
“That too. All this water everywhere, what a nightmare…”
“Well, yes, the boat was a bit unpleasant, but at least it’s scenic? Weren’t the gardens pretty, didn’t you think?”
Havoc snorted. “Nah, I don’t like them. Everything’s so orderly, gardens, buildings, even the food… makes me feel like a bull in a china shop. Like I’m always stepping somewhere I shouldn’t.”
“How about the bath? That was fun.”
“It was too hot. I swear, I feel like I met you in a battle, sir, I’m all burns from head to toe. Plus that one really fat guy kept looking over at me, it was really freaking me out…”
“Well, at least the women here are beautiful?”
“Hardly. All of their boobs are smaller than yours.”
Mustang laughed. “Come on, I thought you joined the military because you wanted excitement.”
“I do want excitement. Just excitement with less dead fish and bigger titties.”
“Oh, now. You’re just being difficult. Surely there’s at least one thing you like about this country?”
“Nope.” Havoc sulked, giving up on the pillow and tossing it across the pallet, where it hit his traveling trunk with a sound like radio static.
Mustang put a hand to Havoc’s chest and tugged on the collar of his robe. “How about the foreign fashion? I think I’m becoming quite partial to these robes. Much more versatile than trousers.”
“Are you kidding me? I feel like my gran, walking around in this thing. And what do you mean, versatile? Name me one thing you can do in a stupid robe you can’t do in a good old fashioned pair of pants.”
“This,” Mustang said. He slid his hands under the hem of Havoc’s robe and drew it open. Havoc was naked under the robe, having long since run out of clean underwear over the course of the trip, and Mustang took full advantage of the fact, bending down and taking Havoc’s entire soft cock into his mouth in one smooth motion. It wasn’t often he got to it fast enough to have it soft in his mouth, and he enjoyed the feeling of Havoc’s cock first growing heavy, then lengthening, then going fully hard between his lips. He sucked hard and fast, bobbing his head, sliding his hands up Havoc’s thighs and squeezing him in all his favorite spots. Determined as he was, he had Havoc shuddering and moaning his orgasm within a minute, the blond man biting his lips to keep the noises from penetrating the inn’s thin walls.
“Well, I guess there is that,” Havoc admitted when he could breathe again. He smiled, the most genuine one he’d worn since they stepped onto the boat that morning. “Maybe I judged this place a little too soon.”
“I knew you’d see it my way,” Mustang smirked, and planted a soft kiss on his lover’s thigh as Havoc reached behind him to untie his sash.
Art:
Title: Yukata
Character: Havoc
Rated: G
(Large version DL at deviantArt, if you want.)
Fic:
Title: Culture Shock
Characters: Roy/Havoc
Rated: Hard R
Word Count: 797
Notes: Sort of a post series-AU, not specific to either anime or manga. Just silliness.
“Well,” Fuhrer Roy Mustang said, flopping down onto the pallet beside his adjunct, the newly promoted Colonel Jean Havoc. “How are you liking the Xingese island prefecture?”
“I don’t like it,” Havoc grumbled, trying to fluff his buckwheat pillow into a softer shape. “It’s even worse than the mainland.”
“Oh?” Mustang smiled, amused. Since he’d appointed General Riza Hawkeye as lieutenant Fuhrer, it was Havoc who accompanied him when he had to leave Amestris. They’d been on a goodwill tour of Xing for almost two weeks now, part of Mustang’s plan to repair Amestris’ abominable foreign policies and international relations, and had arrived just that morning on one of Xing’s island colonies. Mustang had a meeting early the next day with the governor of the colony, but until then, he and his adjunct had the whole night, and the little private room in the traditional inn, all to themselves.
“What don’t you like about it, Jean?” Mustang asked, turning down the thick quilt and patting it so Havoc would come sit beside him. He did, stumbling a bit on the hem of the light robe he was wearing, then swearing as it tangled around his legs when he tried to sit down. Mustang tried to hide his snickers. The innkeeper had presented them the robes, made of light blue cotton in a simple striped pattern, to wear around the grounds. Mustang had insisted they put them on immediately; he found them rather charming, all in all, and besides, it made a good impression. Havoc had been grumbling about them ever since.
“The food, for one,” he said, plunking the buckwheat pillow back down and resuming pummeling it. “Raw eggs and rice for breakfast, then all those noodles and the dead raw fish for lunch. Thought I’d never get off of the fucking can.”
“I thought you were just seasick from the boat over?”
“That too. All this water everywhere, what a nightmare…”
“Well, yes, the boat was a bit unpleasant, but at least it’s scenic? Weren’t the gardens pretty, didn’t you think?”
Havoc snorted. “Nah, I don’t like them. Everything’s so orderly, gardens, buildings, even the food… makes me feel like a bull in a china shop. Like I’m always stepping somewhere I shouldn’t.”
“How about the bath? That was fun.”
“It was too hot. I swear, I feel like I met you in a battle, sir, I’m all burns from head to toe. Plus that one really fat guy kept looking over at me, it was really freaking me out…”
“Well, at least the women here are beautiful?”
“Hardly. All of their boobs are smaller than yours.”
Mustang laughed. “Come on, I thought you joined the military because you wanted excitement.”
“I do want excitement. Just excitement with less dead fish and bigger titties.”
“Oh, now. You’re just being difficult. Surely there’s at least one thing you like about this country?”
“Nope.” Havoc sulked, giving up on the pillow and tossing it across the pallet, where it hit his traveling trunk with a sound like radio static.
Mustang put a hand to Havoc’s chest and tugged on the collar of his robe. “How about the foreign fashion? I think I’m becoming quite partial to these robes. Much more versatile than trousers.”
“Are you kidding me? I feel like my gran, walking around in this thing. And what do you mean, versatile? Name me one thing you can do in a stupid robe you can’t do in a good old fashioned pair of pants.”
“This,” Mustang said. He slid his hands under the hem of Havoc’s robe and drew it open. Havoc was naked under the robe, having long since run out of clean underwear over the course of the trip, and Mustang took full advantage of the fact, bending down and taking Havoc’s entire soft cock into his mouth in one smooth motion. It wasn’t often he got to it fast enough to have it soft in his mouth, and he enjoyed the feeling of Havoc’s cock first growing heavy, then lengthening, then going fully hard between his lips. He sucked hard and fast, bobbing his head, sliding his hands up Havoc’s thighs and squeezing him in all his favorite spots. Determined as he was, he had Havoc shuddering and moaning his orgasm within a minute, the blond man biting his lips to keep the noises from penetrating the inn’s thin walls.
“Well, I guess there is that,” Havoc admitted when he could breathe again. He smiled, the most genuine one he’d worn since they stepped onto the boat that morning. “Maybe I judged this place a little too soon.”
“I knew you’d see it my way,” Mustang smirked, and planted a soft kiss on his lover’s thigh as Havoc reached behind him to untie his sash.