Ishbal Dreams ch29

[okami_hu]

Disclaimer: World & characters are the property of Arakawa Hiromu & Square-ENIX. However, the fic itself belongs to us (kira_k & okami_hu). We have to stress that – sadly – we’re not making any money from this.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Havoc/Fury
Note: People still read this? I’m amazed.

Finally


The negotiations for the day are over, just like the dinner. Roy stretches himself, and goes to the Majors' room, knocking on the door. He'll need to send Breda away for the time, if he wants to speak about Havoc's relationship. If he's lucky, then the blond Major is alone.

May he believe in him or not, God chose to humor him because Havoc answers the call and he's indeed alone. "General..." the blond guy blinks. "What brought you here...?"

"I've wanted to make sure, you're alright, and speak with you." Roy answers, waiting for the major to step aside and let him in.

Havoc does, inviting his superior into the room. "We're both fine, General. Please, take a seat. I'm listening..."

Roy smiles and sits down, indicating with his head, Havoc should do like that also. "John. I know, it's not easy to find the balance between closeness and distance but, I think you keep a little too much distance between you and Lieutenant Fury." He decides to be honest.

Havoc's pale blue eyes widen. "I... I don't know what you are talking about, general-"

"You can skip the denial-part." Roy shakes his head. "We're not strangers, John, and I'm not here to reprimand you for your feelings." He smiles softly at his subordinate. It would be hypocritical to do it, when Roy himself fell in love with the wrong person. "I'm here, because your behaviors changed suddenly from friendliness to coldness. And this, without any good explanation can alert too much attention."

Havoc collapses next to Roy, covering his face. "But it's fraternization! It endangers our careers! I... I can't get near him because I fear that I won't be able to restrain myself and in the end, betray us..." He feels so miserable, he just spills everything.

Roy embraces his subordinate, pulling him close. "Hush, I know it's hard..." He is whispering now, trying to be as comforting as he can be. "But it's not impossible..."

"How would you know that...?" Havoc sounds really pitiful now. "I'm as lost in him as a schoolboy... I want to touch his face and claim his lips... It hurts to be apart but we have to... I'd gladly do anything for just to hold his hand but then word would go up and we'll be in a real mess... It hurts... sir."

Roy tightens his arms around the blond. "You need to find the balance. You need to behave as you've behaved before this started. Like you're friends, and nothing more." He ignores the first question, even though he misses Maes so much. "All you need is to present this picture to the world. I don't think anyone would take a closer look at you, if they don't catch you red-handed." Roy smiles and pulls back a little, but doesn't let go of Havoc. "You see, I'm touching you even now, but I don't think if Major Breda walked in, he would draw the wrong conclusion and claim we're lovers."

"Because he's dense..." Havoc murmurs... "I'm, trying, general, I'm trying... but... I... want him... so much..." Havoc buries his burning face into his superior's jacket and doesn't move.

Roy grins at the first statement, but his expression softens as Havoc clings at him. He embraces the blond major again, and slowly strokes his back. "I know, but you'll have to be patient, John. I can't protect you from general Gran or his men."

Havoc straightens with a look of horror. He can't even reply, the fear immobilizes him as he realizes that it's really a dangerous game. "I-I..." he swallows "Alright, I'll try to be casual... If Gran notices... we're doomed."

"The general can be an utter bastard, but he's not... dense." Roy agrees softly. "You were lucky, it was major Ross who noticed it and she came to me and not to her commanding officer." He sighs and embraces Havoc again before loosening his arms, so if the other man wants to pull away, he can.

Havoc sweeps back his blond locks and sighs. "I guess I was... oh, God... I'll be strong. I can be like that." He takes another deep breath. "Thank you, general." And he embraces the dark-haired man. "You're more than a superior... You're like a friend, like a father to us."

Mustang smiles at Havoc, before softly snickering. "Like a father?" It's true somewhere, but he never thought about it like this, Roy just takes care of those whom he calls his own. And it's humorous, thinking Havoc like his son. "So not wanna know who the mother is…"

Havoc has to snicker at that. "Why...? Doesn't have the son the right to know the truth about his family...?"

"Oh, well. Maybe you were just adopted and your father doesn't know the truth himself." Roy fights back his laugh, but he's only half-successful.

"Oh, father...!" Havoc lifts a hand to his forehead with a theatrical gesture "Please, don't leave me struggle between doubts! Lift the veil from the truth if you truly love me...!"

Roy's laugh bursts out, and he needs some time before he's capable to speak. "Oh, son, I'm sorry, but you've to know, your mother isn't the one." He doesn't know, if it's safe to speak about Maes, and he doesn't want to risk it.

Havoc laughs as well - good humor always helps to lighten the mood and the world seems less dark after some jokes. "Alright then, I'll wait a little more." He smiles fondly on the general. "I really thank you. You're a noble man."

Roy snickers again. "Yes, and you're an Ishbalite." He stands shaking his head. "Don't confuse me with anyone else, John."

"Uh...?" The comment doesn't make much sense to Havoc at the moment. But he lets it go. "If you want to see the others, they're in the next room, playing cards."

"I've to speak with Fury too, in private." Roy answers, ignoring the major's confusion. "Can you send him here?"

"Ah, yes, general, certainly." Havoc stands and salutes, then walks off.

Roy sits back on the bed, waiting for the lieutenant to come. Honesty works with Havoc well, because the blond major doesn't get the subtle hints, but with Fury the general doesn't know what tactic to use.

The door opens soon and Fury slips in, quietly, politely, unnoticed, like always. "You called for me, Sir?"

"Yes, please, sit." Roy smiles a little and gestures to the bed, next to him. "Do you know why?"

Fury settles down, swallowing hard, face blushing. "I w-wouldn't try to guess... Sir."

"Why? Probably you wouldn't be far from the truth." Roy answers with a cocked eyebrow before his voice turns to serious. "It was brought to my attention by Major Ross that you seem to avoid major Havoc."

"That's not the truth, Sir. Well, not the full truth. He avoids me and I help him." Fury's face is set in a very unusual determined look and he stares at his boots intensely.

"Yes. You two do it a little too good." Roy says, before he reaches out and, cupping the lieutenant's chin, makes Fury look at him. "Cain, I don't say, I don't care, because I care about you. Both of you." He sighs softly. "You mustn't be this cold to each other."

"It's not cold, Sir" Fury breathes. "On the contrary. It's too hot."

Roy shakes his head, because it's not why he has brought it up. "You two behave unusual. It's suspicious." He smiles softly. "It's dangerous to be too cold just like to be too hot with one's fellow worker. Especially if there is a not-too-friendly general in the neighborhood."

Fury stirs. "I'm aware of General Gran's alarming presence... But we-" he sighs and draws his arms around himself. "We don’t dare to touch, to look, to speak... The tension is unbearable." He closes his eyes. "What will happen to us now, Sir...?"

Roy wraps his own arms around Fury. "Nothing happens to you." He smiles softly. "You need to behave more natural, like friends. And then, no-one will be the wiser."

"I could do that, I guess..." Fury leans into the embrace involuntarily. "But I fear that if he accidentally touches me, I'll fall on my knees. He's so handsome, Sir..." he whimpers the last sentence.

Roy's hands move soothingly, caressing Fury's back. "Yes, he's that. But you're both stubborn enough, to make it through without endangering the other."

Fury's lips tighten and he nods. "Yes... I don't want anything to happen to him. Thank you, Sir. But... aren't you angry with us...?"

"Angry?" Roy blinks at his subordinate. "Why should I be angry?"

"Because this is forbidden. Even more because we're both males... Most people don't approve these kinds of relationships."

"I'm not 'most people'." Roy answers, and pauses, thinking about telling more. "I don't care whom you love as long as you don't forget, you're Lieutenant Cain Fury, and you don't betray me." His tone is soft, contrasting the words.

Fury looks up, his honest face shines. "I won't Sir. Never."

"Then that's all you need to know." Roy smiles. "I'll protect you as long as I can." The general pulls back, sweeping his too long hair out of his face. "I've heard there is a poker-party in the next room. Do you suppose, we could join for the next round?"

Fury's innocent smile is back and he nods. "I suppose so, Sir. Please, join us."

Roy smirks and stands. "Then let's go. What are you playing in? Money? Cigarette?" He opens the door for Fury, letting the smaller man show him the way.

"Money, Sir. Havoc owes me a small fortune already." The small soldier snickers. "And I believe, Major Breda will take Colonel Farman's firstborn son."

"Poor Colonel." Roy snickers as well. "So I need to win from you and Breda."

"You're welcome to try, Sir."



Roy drops his cards with a scowl. "I think I had enough of loosing for tonight." The last for rounds were won by Havoc and Breda, and the general only won once. He grins and stands with a stretch. "I think I need to use some dirty methods what makes you forget how to play. Or at least makes me forget my salary for the next month... I'll get us some alcohol."

Farman looks up. "Alcohol...? How?"

Havoc grins from ear to ear. "That cactus-liquor, like last time? Sounds good to me!" Breda agrees wholeheartedly, Fury just blinks.

"Yes, that one. If I can manage to charm away one of the servant girls..." Roy grins as well, and walks out of the room. As part of the Amestrisian delegation, he is free to move, but is encouraged to stay in the guest-quarters. Mustang ignores the limitation, and starts to walk to where he suspects the kitchens.

As the general walks on the corridors, he catches a glimpse of something golden and blue. The robe covers a tall, lean body and chocolate skin. The prince doesn't notice the stray general; he talks with the silver-eyed young alchemist, Alphonse.

Roy hesitates to go nearer or not, but after a deep breath he continues his way, what is bringing him toward Maes. The Amestrisian is drinking in the tall, lean and beautiful body, trying to engrave everything into his memory. He knows there can't be more than a polite greeting, not really, but he missed the prince.

Maes finally looks up and he gasps lightly. Alphonse's smile is open, honest and a little mischievous; he and the general have a secret. The prince stares; Roy looks good in his uniform and Maes needs all of his willpower to not embrace him and seal his lips with a deep kiss. "General Mustang. Why are you wandering in this part of the building?" Actually it nearly sounds like "Why aren't you in my chamber?"

"Prince Maes, Master Alphonse." Roy's nod is a slightly warmer than in Gran's presence. "I was just looking for the kitchens." He answers for the loud question, but his eyes give his real answer. "I can't, I'm sorry."

"And may I inquire, why so?" The prince asks with a small nod, which answers the look.

"Of course." Roy says, before catching himself and adding his reason. "I've wanted to bring back one or two bottles of brandy."

"I'll get you that!" Alphonse volunteers. Maes nods. "Yes, General Gran might disapprove if he sees you wandering in such a carefree manner, General. Alphonse will get you the drinks in five minutes."

"General Gran wouldn't mind my wandering, my prince, but as you wish." Roy answers. His fellow Amestrisian would think he wanders to spy on the Ishbalites and that was never discouraged. He smiles and leans against a wall, waiting for Alphonse to disappear.

The boy bows shortly and he walks off. Maes looks deeply into Roy's eyes. "General..."

"Lord Prince." Roy smirks and waits with a cocked eyebrow. They are in the worst place for a quick snog, but he doesn't really care.

Maes quickly looks around. He grabs Roy's hand and pulls him with, to the next corridor, into a small niche. "There. Safe." His voice is heavy with need.

"But how long?" Roy asks, before standing on his tiptoes and kissing Maes passionately.

"I don't care..." Maes mumbles and he kisses back, wildly, forcefully. "A minute. Maybe two. Don't talk - kiss!"

Roy grins into the kiss, before pulling Maes down again. But he needs to breath and panting, gasping, he releases the prince's lips. "Missed you."

"Me too, so much, so much..." the prince pants heavily. "I love you, Roy and I always will, no matter how far we might be!" He forces a leg between the generals'. "Hold me Roy and let me taste you...!"

The general pulls the prince closer, to make full body contact, and grabs Maes's short hair yanking him to his lips. He's more aggressive than he was during his imprisonment, but he's still careful to not make anything visible mark.

Maes wants to moan loudly, to wrench the soldier down to the ground and make love right here and now but with some superhuman strength, he stops himself before he could do anything silly. "Roy... That was it, we can't... I'd die for it but we can't... any longer. We have to go."

"Yes..." Roy's breathing is heavy, but he still manages to step away a little. He sweeps away his hair from his eyes, and manages to smile a little. "I don't think, this was a good idea at all, but I don't regret it." His voice is soft, almost inaudible.

Maes only nods and walks out, back to the corridor. "Go back to your comrades; Alphonse will bring the drinks there. Goodbye."

"Yes, my prince." Roy answers, bowing low, to hide his face and eyes. This encounter was hard, harder than just keeping the distance. He turns on his heels and goes back to their chambers. During the way, he manages to get back the control over his emotions. His eyes are a little shadowed but his face is unreadable as he waits for Alphonse.

The boy arrives in a moment, holding two bottles of that cactus-brandy. "I hope this will do, Master Roy."

"Yes, thank you Master Alphonse. If the first warlord Scar asks about our project, he knows it from me." Roy says, taking the alcohol. He nods once with a smile.

Alphonse nods back. "It's a pity you have to leave. I enjoyed working with you. And..." his eyes soften "Thank you for telling me about my father." He leans to the general quickly and places a kiss on his cheek.

Roy stiffens, and after a moment he ruffles the half-Ishbalite's hair. "Thanks. Take care of you and your brother." He says with a smile and goes back to Farman's room where the poker-party takes place. He shoves one bottle into Breda's hand and opens the other, taking a swig. He needs it.

"Welcome back, general!" Havoc says cheerfully. Fury and Farman smile and Breda is busy with unscrewing the bottle. After he succeeds, the takes a few droughts, to get the actual taste and he grins. "I really missed this! Colonel, take a few sips." Farman does but he's not too convinced. "Too strong, too tasteless. No, thanks."

Roy grins and sits down next to Farman. "You need to drink more, and it'll have an almost good taste." He says turning to the colonel, and drinks another sip to demonstrate it.

Havoc takes the bottle from the general, and drinks once before passing it to Fury. He's proud to himself - his hands aren't shaking, however he can't look into Cain's eyes. "I'll riffle the cards." The blond major says and busies himself.

Fury nods and tastes the clear liquid carefully. "Uh! Strong!" He quickly hands the bottle back to Roy. "You should be careful with it, Majors..."

Roy takes it, and after drinking he smiles at the lieutenant. "It's just booze. Nothing new or harmful." He offers his bottle to Farman again. "Are you sure, you don't want some?" Havoc in the same time accepts the alcohol from Breda, but drinks just a little. The cactus-brandy is strong, and he doesn't want to loose control. He gives it back to the other major and declines the next offer.

Farman shakes his head. "Thank you, but I'll need a clear head if I want to win back my children." Fury laughs at the comment, innocent voice ringing like softly shining pearls scattered on a marble table.

Havoc sighs softly hearing the sound and he needs all his self-control to not move and kiss away Cain's merriment.

"Oh, well. At least our fearless victor drinks enough to give us a chance." Roy snickers nodding at major Breda, before tasting the alcohol one last time. He'll save the other half of the bottle, and bring it back to his own room to be royally drunk. He puts it next to him, and waits for his cards. The blond major deals and they resume to their game for a while.

As the night moves on, several things happen. Farman reclaims his offspring, Havoc and Fury even up and Breda starts to nod off, from the booze. In the end, he simply falls back and starts to snore lightly.

The officers look at each other an in the next second, they all laugh helplessly.

It is the general, who first stops, but he's still grinning as he speaks. "I guess our poker-party is officially over now." Shaking his head a little he frowns at the sleeping major. "Breda was sleeping in the other room, wasn't he?" "Yes, he was." Havoc nods, before groaning. "I won't drag him back, he's heavy." Roy smirks at this, but doesn't comment.

"Aa, if it's alright with Colonel Farman, then I guess it's best to leave the major here." Fury speaks up and surprisingly enough, his face remains calm and uncolored as he continues. "I'll spend the night in the other room."

"It would be-" Havoc smiles at Cain, but can't finish his sentence, because Roy cuts in. "... the best solution, thank you lieutenant. I wish you a silent, peaceful night." The warning is clear and the major shuts his own mouth after a quickly muttered. "Good night."

Fury stands and salutes to the others. "Good night, sirs." Then, he smiles at Havoc. "Let's go, we need some rest."

"Yes, we need it," the major answers, smiling as well. He salutes to his superiors, and goes out of the room with Fury.

The small soldier follows him still maintaining a straight face; although his whole inside is shaking from nervousness. This is going to be their very first night together and Fury has no doubts about what will happen.

John closes the door behind them and turns to Cain with a big, happy grin. "Alone, at least." He bends down and kisses his love with all his pent-up frustration and passion.

Fury melts into the deep kiss, whimpering a little; his hands grab Havoc's uniform. He tries to kiss back to the best of his ability but he's not that skilled... Still, he hopes the blonde soldier won't be disappointed. Heat courses round in the lieutenant's body, making him feel hot, giddy, and quite horny as well.

Havoc isn't disappointed, not at all. The hands, holding him close and Fury's encouraging whimpers are enough to turn him on. Before he pulls back, he grinds himself at the lieutenant's thigh, moaning at the feeling. His eyes are shining with love and passion and he gaps for breath. "Cain, please..."

"J-john..." Fury breathes and his back arches as the other's hips brush against his own. The friction is maddening. "John, I want to be... I want to be yours. I've been waiting for so long... I love you, I love you so much! I need you... Please, take me... I want to be one with you." And he hides his face in the blond soldier's jacket, because his skin is burning.

Havoc gulps. Fury's words surprised him, but didn't dim his desire and he nods once embracing Fury and kissing his neck. "I want you too." His hands are everywhere, caressing, touching the smaller body. "Have you ever... before?" He blushes as he asks Fury, because it seems almost too personal.

Fury blushes even more and he nods a little. "I... had a lover... back when I enlisted... lasted half a year... Do you mind that...?" He's almost frightened.

"Not really..." Havoc shakes his head and gives Cain a small peck. As long as this lover stays in the past he has nothing to complain at. "I have you now and I'm not planning to let you go." He steps back a little, to have some space between them, and starts to unbutton Fury's shirt carefully. They can't afford to loose any buttons in the heat of moment.

Fury sighs softly and he copies the major's movements slowly. He wants to see Havoc naked. He wants to touch his skin, stroke his hair, and vanish into his kisses.

Havoc thinks his smile will be permanent, if he stays too long around Fury, but he doesn't mind. He carefully brushes his palms across the lieutenant's now bare chest, feeling the smooth skin and the muscles beneath it. "You're a work of art."

"Don't say such things." Although he blushes, Fury smiles. “I'm small and average-looking but you’re strong, tall and handsome... I can't believe, that you love me... because you do, right, John...?”

"Yes, silly, I love you." Havoc’s smile widens and he bends down for another slow kiss. "And I think you're not average, but beautiful."

Fury develops the guess that he's dreaming. This can't be real, it's too damn perfect. The man he adored for so long finally recognized him and he's here, undressing him, kissing him, touching him... Fury places his hands on the broad chest and strokes it slowly, wanting to feel the smooth texture. "You are as well."

Havoc blushes, he isn't that good at taking compliments. "I think, we should move away from the door, to the bed. And lock this door."

Fury obeys and then, he rushes to the bed to sit down and kick off his boots. He looks up expectantly on the blond soldier.

Havoc toes off his own boots, as he follows the lieutenant. He thinks about the ways he could make Fury moan, and his mind brings up a problem, what makes him halt. "Uhm... Cain..." John sits down next to his love and speaks, blushing furiously, as he watches his black socks. "We don't have... any lube."

Fury closely resembles a rose or a pretty sundown, concerning the color. "I don't care," he whispers barely audibly. He looks at John with an honest expression. "I need you, your kiss, your touch... Everything you could offer. I love you and I want to be one with you."

"But I care. I don't want to hurt you, not when this should be something special..." Havoc murmurs back, before pulling off his socks and wiggling his toes with a thinking expression. "Uh, Cain... Do you know... an alternative solution?" His face's still red, but he steals a glance at Fury, which becomes a full look, as the lieutenant's lips and big eyes capture his gaze.

"Everything else then," Fury says simply. "Hands, lips, tongues..." he starts to smile. "We can taste each other's skin... Touch each other's burning flesh... is that alright, John?"

Havoc's face is burning now. "I meant something we could use as lube, but yes, it's more than alright." He grins and kisses Fury slowly pushing him down to lie. He unbuckles the lieutenant's belt and after a loving glance, he starts to pull off the pants. Mostly with his teeth.

Fury feels stupid but well, pleasure clouded his brain. So he throws an arm over his eyes after placing his glasses to the side and moans softly. "J-John... Ohh..." He waits until the major finishes and he plans to return the favor.

When Havoc is done, and Fury's only clothing is his boxers, the major grins and starts to kiss and lick his way backward. His hands are caressing the lieutenant's body, mostly his legs, as well. This process is much faster than the previous one because Havoc is impatient, he wants to kiss Fury until they can't speak just moan and gasp.

The lieutenant stops him however. "Please, John, let me undress you as well!" He pleads sweetly. "I want to share everything with you and I want to touch you... Oh, God, it still feels like a dream...!"

Havoc can't resist Fury, not when he speaks like this, therefore he stops obediently. "Please, touch me." He shivers in anticipation, and rolls back a little, to give Fury enough space to move. "Just, please, don't wake up." He adds with a small smile.

Fury laughs at that, on his incredible, innocent voice. He leans over the major and starts to caress the garments off of him, touching as much skin as he just can. He even leans down to place a kiss on the thighs and he inhales the other's scent, which is deep and manly but not the unpleasant way.

Havoc moans, and moves to give more skin, that Fury can caress or kiss. "Mmm... More..." The major pets the smaller man's hair, feeling its texture and massaging the skin. "Come, here, please..., I'd like to kiss you."

Fury obeys eagerly, climbing on top of the slightly older man; and he offers his lips without hesitation. With one hand, he caresses Havoc's face and neck, then, he wanders lower, to the broad shoulders.

Havoc tries to move into the caress and to claim those lips at the same time. "I want you, Cain..." He gasps, and sneaks a hand into Fury's underwear. His fingers curl around something hot and hard and Havoc grins.

Fury cries out softly and his body stiffens, his eyes close and he tilts his head back. "J-John...! Oh God...!" His breathing is erratic and he waits for the other to move.

Havoc slowly strokes him, embracing, pulling the smaller body closer with his other hand. "You're breathtakingly beautiful..." He murmurs, licking at Fury's neck. The major stops and tugs at the boxers. "Help me get off our underwear."

Fury kneels up and he sways a little. His manhood throbs and it shows off prettily. He pulls the major up too and slowly pulls down the boxers, to reveal the blond soldier’s well-shaped member.

Cain is elegant. Not too small, or big, but something that begs to be touched, tasted, teased. Havoc licks his lips and pushes the lieutenant down, kissing him. "Cain..." The name in itself serves as an endearment and the major takes Fury's manhood into his hand again. He starts to stroke it, watching his lover's reactions.

Fury's back arches and his member twitches in Havoc's hand. The lieutenant is panting and gasping and spreads his legs wantonly. His fingers dig into the blond soldier's shoulder and his eyes are filled with lust. "John, more, please, more...! I need you so much... It had been three weeks..."

Havoc nods, silenced by the wanton words. However, before the major continues to stroke Fury, he brings down the lieutenant's hand to his own crotch. "Please, Cain... I can't stand it..." It was three weeks, and so many months since Havoc had a real lover.

Fury's mind clears at the silent plea. He shakes his head and sits up. "I'm sorry, I got distracted..." He nods and places a hand on the blond's chest, pushing him back gently. "Let me do the honors."

Havoc goes willingly, moving in the bed, so he lies on his side, facing Fury, but he can easily roll to his back. "Please..."

Fury smiles and simply leans down, and licks at the blood-filled shaft. His hot tongue curls around the equally hot flesh and he takes it into his mouth with closed eyes, enclosing the rest of the shaft with his fingers.

Havoc moans and bucks his hips, before trying to hold still. "Holy God...!" He waves his fingers into the short black hair, encouraging Fury to look up. "If you've moved around..." He gasps out.

Fury blushes a little but he obeys, turning, that his loins are now over Havoc's face. He places his weight on his knees and elbows and he continues licking that pulsing piece of flesh, while his fingers play with the balls hidden by silky skin.

Havoc moans and gasps at Fury's ministrations, before he starts to lick at the hanging manhood. Its taste is not bad like he feared. His hands stroke the lieutenant's inner thighs and jewels, as he starts to suck, moving his tongue around the hot and hard member.

Fury pulls back with an audible pop and his voice is nothing more than a strained whimper. "Ah, John! Ah! Ah!" He's nearly mewling at the overwhelming sensation but he still tries to do his best and he dips his tongue into the weeping slit on the end of his lover's length. He licks firmly but still manages to utter some moans while doing so.

Havoc cries out at Fury's actions. They are too much for him, and he pulls back a little, as he moans and whimpers, before he comes with a cry. A billion sparks in billion colors are before his eyes, and a strange warmth fills him. Cain won't go in the morning, and won't leave him. But he doesn't dwell on it for long, because Fury is still waiting for fulfillment. The major concentrates on Cain's pleasure only as he licks and sucks.

As the hot semen fills his mouth, the small soldier feels contented - he caused this, his tongue, his lips. He drinks all of it; however, a single drop escapes from the corner of his mouth. But Fury doesn't notice, because Havoc's strong tongue is massaging him and his fingers caress his balls and... Fury's back arches like a bow, ready to snap; his eyes open wide, he gasps for air but he can't get enough to breathe his lover's name out. "J-jo... Johnn, ah! Ah! AAH!" He cries out on a painful voice because it's almost too much, too close to real pain. Fury shudders helplessly as his essence exits his body, like his soul would flow away... A last, small whimper, another twitch of that slender manhood and Fury feels like he would be crushed. "John..."

Havoc swallows some of the semen and wipes away that he didn't. His soul is sated just like his body, and after a long moment he snatches the pillow and starts to turn around. When he faces Fury he smiles. "I love you, Cain."

Fury snuggles close and launches at Havoc's mouth. He wants to taste him and his own semen too.

The major is stunned, but it lasts just for a moment, and he moves his lips and tongue as well. However he lets Cain to control the kiss, he just embraces the lieutenant and pulls him a little closer than it's possible.

Cain was never allowed to take control and now, he could cry from joy. But it'd startle Havoc, so he smiles brightly and cuddles close to that broad, smooth chest. "I love you too, John." Sleep washes over him and he doesn't plan to fight with it now. "Maybe if we wake up early enough..."

"Oh, morning sex was always my favorite..." Havoc answers with a grin and touches his lips against Fury's. "Sleep well."

"Hmm..." Fury closes his eyes and his hand rests on Havoc’s shoulder as he drifts off into a place, where they could be together when they just will; not like this, controlled by fate, and strict military rules. Cain's last conscious thought is that he wants to live with the major.