LOOK A DRABBLE
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Havoc/Ed
Warnings: Talk of doing dirty things in dirty places, and Ed's mouth
Word count: 188
The door slammed behind him.
It was a normal sound when something...interesting was going to happen. And normally, it did happen. In the bedroom, on the living room floor, against the wall...once on the kitchen counter, which had been awkward and -chilly-. They hadn't done it since Edward had pitched a fit about it afterwards.
He looked behind him, glaring at those grinning gray eyes. "Fuck off. You were smoking again today."
Havoc snorted, pulling the stick of Death by Lung Blackening from his mouth and grinding it out on the bottom of his shoe. "I smoke every day, Edward. It hasn't put you off before."
"Only because you practically -raped- me."
"Didn't seem like rape to you when I had you on the sofa."
His face was hot. "I don't care. Not tonight."
Havoc came closer, his left thumb tracing up along Edward's left hipbone. "I don't think you could -handle- a night without it. You're more of a sex fiend than I am. And that's saying something."
Confronted with that, Edward couldn't really protest the smell of tobacco as Havoc's mouth closed over his.
Pairing: Havoc/Ed
Warnings: Talk of doing dirty things in dirty places, and Ed's mouth
Word count: 188
The door slammed behind him.
It was a normal sound when something...interesting was going to happen. And normally, it did happen. In the bedroom, on the living room floor, against the wall...once on the kitchen counter, which had been awkward and -chilly-. They hadn't done it since Edward had pitched a fit about it afterwards.
He looked behind him, glaring at those grinning gray eyes. "Fuck off. You were smoking again today."
Havoc snorted, pulling the stick of Death by Lung Blackening from his mouth and grinding it out on the bottom of his shoe. "I smoke every day, Edward. It hasn't put you off before."
"Only because you practically -raped- me."
"Didn't seem like rape to you when I had you on the sofa."
His face was hot. "I don't care. Not tonight."
Havoc came closer, his left thumb tracing up along Edward's left hipbone. "I don't think you could -handle- a night without it. You're more of a sex fiend than I am. And that's saying something."
Confronted with that, Edward couldn't really protest the smell of tobacco as Havoc's mouth closed over his.