Mercenaries

Merc snapshot

2006-02-05T02:33:21Z

Yo. No chapter this week but something for the visuals. This could be very well the ref pic for the boys. Aren't they just neat? ^_~

Pic was made with the famous eLouai Dollmaker. Upon request, I can give you the hair/eye/face/glasses codes, if you'd like to make the Merc boys as well - just dressed differently. Fury is especially great to play with as he often wears drag. XD

Rookie Ride II

2006-01-29T00:57:19Z

It's kind of amazing how we keep up with this...

Title: Rookie Ride II
Rating: G
Summary: The new assignment: baby-sitting a young FBI agent. Denny won't forget this afternoon anytime soon... XD Roy even meets up with an old friend.

"This is our final destination," Maes pointed out the sign above the double steel door of the pub. "It's the Boring Cat, John works here."

Brosh eyed the yawning car on the sign and couldn't surpass a smile. "It looks nice."

"You'll get exactly what you ask for in a place like this," Roy nodded and marched inside.

It was still early enough and half of the place was empty. A few people were sitting by the tables and two people were around the counter. One of them was an old man who was silently sipping his beer. The other was young with shocking white hair who was chatting without a pause to the absent-mindedly listening bartender. Havoc was blowing out a mouthful of smoke and his eyes lit up as he glanced at the newly arrived men.

"Hello," Hughes waved to him with a smile. Denny looked around, observing the two game machines next to the wall and noting that the quiet music was kind of nice.

John waved back to his comrades and the silver-haired punk threw a glance over his shoulder at the newcomers.

In the next moment - and it was literally the next moment - he was hanging from the flame-wielder's shoulders, grinning widely and brightly as if he had swallowed a flashlight. "Roy! Man, I haven't seen you since AGES!"

Mustang's eyes widened and almost fell down but managed to steady himself and the young man squeezing him to death. "Lemme go," he said with a half-swallowed laugh, "I need to breathe!" Once, he got some much needed air he beamed and embraced back the other youth.

The silvery youngster was practically bouncing. "Boyoboyoboy, it was, like, eight years? Heavens, we're old now. So what happened to you after you left I hope you're not with the Xs again but if you would be I'd surely know about it-"

His speech was fast, surprisingly so. Denny cautiously eyed the young man. Could he be a mutant?

Hughes arched an eyebrow but didn't ask. He just sat down at the counter and gave Havoc's shoulder a pat. "Could I have a Martini?"

"Of course," the bartender said, and prepared the drink without taking off his eyes from Roy. After almost a minute he looked at Hughes. "Maes... Who is he?"

Roy laughed and shook his head. He had a little difficulty to decipher the words but he caught most of them. "No, I'm not with the Prof. Slow down, and I'll tell you whatever you wish to know in a moment. However, first, is... your father around, too?"

The young guy waved his hand like a fan. "Nooo, he's not and I'm kind of thankful for that although I don't think he'd try to harm you. He sent me here on a," he straightened and attempted to look very serious and regal, "business trip. I'm supposed to meet somebody but I was way too early and the guy at the counter is cute, too, so now I'm chilling."

Maes shook his head apologetically. "I have no idea but seems like an old acquaintance. However, he must be from the military then or Xavier's..."

"Ah, maybe," Havoc nodded and lit a cigarette, as his sharp blue eyes turned back to watch the exchange.

"He is cute, isn't he? I've a good taste," Roy said and flashed a grin at Havoc to show everything was alright. "And I'm glad you've your faith in your old man but I had never been his favorite... Do you want another drink?"

"Sure I do! I can't really drink when he's around, only Heaven knows what he would do to me. He still thinks I'm a kid. Well, concerning this. So what's up with you, where do you live, what do you do and waitasec, the barkeeper's your boyfriend? So that's why he gave me the cold shoulder. Besides, who are the others? Like us, huh?" The silvery youth slipped back up on his barstool and leaned on his elbows, eyeing Maes and Denny curiously. "Hey, you could have told me you're involved with somebody else," he pointed out Havoc. "And give me another from that lime green stuff please. Put it on Roy's tab."

Roy grinned and sat next to him. He asked for a beer and considered his words. "I'm living here, in Boston, with these guys. And before I forgot, let me introduce you to them, Pietro. This is Maes, my best friend, John who is -how did you put- involved with me, and there is Cain who is at work at the moment. This one is Denny who is learning about the mutants so he can be a better agent. Guys, this is Pietro, we met about eight years ago and became friends."

"Nice to meet you," Hughes grinned as he shook Pietro's hand and introduced himself properly. "And I thought I already know Roy's old friends."

"Oh, there were others although I highly doubt you'll ever meet them," the silvery youngster smiled back. "I'm Pietro Maximoff." Then, he turned to Denny. "Agent? What agent? SHIELD, Hydra, Black Wind?"

"FBI," Brosh said a little startled but offered a smile and his hand to the youth. He decided he wouldn't ask how did the young man know about these agencies and why would he expect an agent from them here. Maybe later, he could look into the FBI's database...

"FBI? Wow, that's a rare bird," Pietro mused. "Roy, since when do you put up with the Federals? Don't tell me you've become an agent, nobody would believe that who knows you as good as I do."

"Their money is as good as anyone else's," Roy said with a shrug. "It's only part-time. And why would you say that? I'm a nice, law-following, pleasant man."

"But you don't fit into any organization," Pietro pointed out, sipping the green cocktail John prepared for him. "You didn't fit into _theirs_, you didn't fit into _ours_, and sorry Denny, nothing personal but the government is full of asshats, you'll sooner fry them to crisp than ever obey their orders. Hey, I hope my drink isn't poisoned, my ultra-fast body reacts ten times quicker to anything so I'll die here then and that won't do much good to the fame of this pub." However, his cheerful grin indicated that he's not thinking it too seriously.

"Hey, don't accuse me! I never poisoned anyone," Havoc said as he prepared more drinks and snuffed out his cigarette, before lighting another one. He started to get annoyed.

"You're taking it wrong, Pietro," Roy shook his head seriously. "It's not that we're agents, we're just doing odd jobs, and the FBI pays us. That's all. And I was never able to say no to a pair of pretty eyes... or legs."

Pietro made a face. "Ooh. Well, it's not my business anyway. It's just surprising that the FBI actually _works_ with mutants. But, perhaps I'm too influenced by my old man." He took another sip. "And what do you do then as a real job? I see your SO is a mixer, a pretty skilled one on top of that." He looked at Havoc seriously. "Calm down, I'm not going to take Roy back or something. It's long over and come to think of it, the bastard never even called or sent me a card for eight years!"

"To where should have I sent those cards, Pietro?" Roy asked pointedly and reached for John's cigarette. After tasting the nicotine he gave it back and smiled. "I'm saving starving people."

"Starving... people."

Hughes dropped on the counter and tried not to drown in his Martini from the laughter. Danny had a hard time to muffle his giggles as well - he knew from the FBI files what Roy's job was and the way the flame-wilder put it and the utter confusion on Pietro's face was hilarious.

Havoc grinned, too and decided he could be generous, and offered the solution to the silvery youth. "He is a pizza-boy."

Roy crossed his arms before his chest but didn't comment. There was nothing to say after this.

"I'm a sci-fi writer and a journalist of an SF magazine," Hughes mentioned, to keep the conversation going. "And our little Cain is a hacker, actually. And what do you do?"

"Umm," Pietro tapped his fingertips to the counter, "I'm in my dad's business, I kind of help him out."

"Pietro, I wanted to ask, if... did anything big happen?" Roy asked then glanced at Denny and added with a half-smile, "Like you finding the woman of your dreams?"

"Aactually..." Pierto drawled with a smirk, "I did. She's called Crystal and she's a beauty. An otherworldly beauty and with that, I said enough."

"Lucky woman," Roy nodded and patted Pietro's back. He was glad for them. "How long are you staying?"

"Just today. I have to meet somebody, discuss business and return home. Dad is busy with his latest project and needs the info." He thought for a while then shook his head. "I don't think there's anything worth mentioning. Illyana is still very ill although Dad stabilized her state. Raven comes and goes as she pleases. The others are pretty well. Ah, maybe one thing: my sister made up with Dad, so she's with us now."

"A pity. I was thinking about offering another day's drinking but then I'll postpone it." Roy said. "Your family is scary sometimes but I'm glad your old man could make amends with your sister. It must be good to have your family together again."

"Yepp. It's indeed nice to have all of them together," Pietro smiled. "Dad changed a lot since then. I don't exactly know why but he did. He shouts less and thinks more. He's a bit softer. Not too much of course, he's still the, umm, man of steel, but you can see him smiling occasionally and such. If he keeps up like this, he'll melt at the sight of his grandchildren."

"Working on that, aren't you?" Roy grinned good-naturedly and shook his head in amusement. "If it happens, I'd like to know it. And it's good to hear about the positive changes... Things are quiet, and I prefer them this way."

"For starters, you could give me a number as you were just scrapping by back then, you didn't even have a normal flat let alone a phone," Pietro whipped out a notebook and a pen. "I'll give you mine as well and actually, Dad moved, well, let's say to the neighborhood, I mean, comparing to the location you knew."

"My cell number and the address of the house," Roy said and scribbled down the lines on the paper, when he got the notebook from the other man. "And if you want to drop by, give me a call beforehand and I'll make sure to be free."

"The same goes for you," Pietro nodded as he handed in his own number and address then carefully tucked the notebook back into his pocket. "And I think I'll be going now. I can't really sit here still anymore, I'll try to find that damn guy on my own. You know me. It was great to see you, thanks for the drink and I really hope I can hang around with you again soon. Perhaps I'll bring Crystal along as well. Or my sis."

"Of course, and good luck with your search," Roy said and stood up, too. He embraced the other youth, and grumbled under his breathe as he noticed something. "You're taller."

"And older, hopefully wiser a little and richer with a diploma," Pietro grinned. "And you're just as handsome as you were. Take care, Roy. Don't forget to be nice to those who love you."

The flame-wielder felt a brief touch on his face although Pietro didn't seem to move. "Goodbye, everybody. Have a nice day!" And the silvery youth walked out.

Roy brought his fingers up and traced his face for a moment then laughed and shook his head. He was really glad Pietro had found his Crystal and hadn't continued to pin for someone unreachable, like him... Turning around he leant onto the counter. "It was a surprise, seeing him after years."

"And I thought I know everything about you," Maes wondered. "He seems to be a good kid. Who were those people he mentioned and what did you do against his Dad? I mean, if there was anything else aside you hitting on his son..."

"And he was a mutant. One with super speed!" Denny cheered. "I haven't seen anything about your former connection to any other mutant organization or group in the FBI’s files, Roy."

"I didn't do anything to his dad aside of saying my own opinion, and it was Pietro who tried to climb into my bed," Roy said answering to Hughes slightly defensive. "I refused him and with that I broke his heart, then shared his first cigarette and let him drink some. That's the story of us."

Hughes patted the flame-wielder's shoulder. "No problem, that's nothing big indeed."

Denny seemed a little confused. "Some family business...?"

"You could say that, Denny, as Pietro works for Magneto full-time," Roy said with a smirk, watching the other man's reactions closely.

The effect was overwhelming. Denny's blue eyes took the size of a plate, he paled a few shades and his jaw fell. Maes was staring as well but his growing smirk told he was alright. "You slick bastard, you," he said finally and knocked back the last of his drink.

John's brows were furrowed into a tight knot. "Magneto, Magneto... Damn, I know I've heard this name before."

"Sticks and stones, Maes," Roy answered with a grin then stood on his tiptoes and put a light kiss on Havoc's lips. "Maybe from the news, John?" He smiled at his boyfriend and pulled back before someone else noticed it. "He has a tendency to make it into them."

The blond guy snapped his fingers. "Got it! It wasn't recently though but now I remember, he was called a mutant terrorist, who wants to enslave humanity and such. Holy shit, Roy, you were working for a guy of this caliber? And you managed to bed his son and still be alive?"

"I've never bedded Pietro!" Roy exclaimed. "Never, and that's how I survived. He is nice and good-looking but I was more interested in someone else at that particular time and well, when I accepted the job it was like life-insurance. Trouble found me again and they helped me out."

"Hey," John blushed just a little. "Alright now, I didn't want to upset you. 'Ts okay, really." He briefly caressed Roy's hand resting on the counter.

Meanwhile, Maes turned to the young agent, who still seemed quite dumbfounded. "Are you alright, Denny? I guess it's a bit extraordinary but-"

Brosh snapped his mouth shut and looked at Hughes with dark eyes. "I am alright I just happened to be informed that I was shaking hands with a wanted criminal who is working for another wanted criminal. I need something strong."

John chuckled and snatched a bottle of good whiskey from under the counter and poured a shot. "Here. It IS strong."

"Thanks," Denny drowned the drink in one motion. He looked a little warily at Hughes and Roy. "I'm better now. Do you two have any other surprises for today?"

"At this point I'm tempted to make one up," Maes mused. "Well, we'll see how you'll take the last stop of this tour."

"And where are we going?" Brosh asked, glancing at his wristwatch. They had more than an hour before Hawkeye wanted to meet them. He decided it was enough time, whatever the mutants planned.

Roy pulled John's head closer and kissed him again then grinned at the agent. "Another bar, Denny. It's a place you need to know about, right Maes?"

"Definitely," the shadow-stalker nodded with much belief. "John, Hawkeye wants us at six to be home, try not being too late, okay? I don't want her all trigger happy even though she's usually a gentlewoman."

"Alright, I'll be there. Should I call Cain?" Havoc asked. He lit up another cigarette and inhaled the smoke down.

"Yes, do it, I'm not sure if he doesn't heed out to shop," Roy nodded with a small smile. "Bye, John."

"Bye guys and hey, it was nice to meet you, Mr. Agent!" Havoc waved cheerfully and after the door closed behind the trio, he gathered the dirty glasses to wash them.

~tbc~

Rookie Ride I

2006-01-22T00:24:16Z

Wow. I didn't think there'll be an update this week But here it is.

Title: Rookie Ride I
Rating: G
Summary: The new assignment: baby-sitting a young FBI agent. Denny won't forget this afternoon anytime soon... XD

April the first, the Fools' Day came with sunshine and a fresh breeze. It was a Tuesday, a lazy one. John and Cain had to work but Roy had a day off and Maes was reading one of his textbooks all morning.

Perhaps half an hour after lunch - the courtesy of the young hacker, who was actually a great cook - the doorbell rang.

Mustang stood up and dropped his book at the small table in the living room then went to open the door. He was in a good mood and he doubted anything could change it. Seeing agent Hawkeye on the sidewalk, he just smiled more brightly. "Good day, Miss Hawkeye! Come in."

"Good day, Mr. Mustang," the woman smiled. She stepped in followed by a young man. He was dressed elegantly, in a deep blue suit - he was supposedly another agent, although he seemed to be very young. As Roy had a better look at him, he recognized the face.

"I have a little assignment for you," Hawkeye explained as they moved into the living room. "It's nothing serious but I trust that you'll do it to the best of your abilities." She nodded to Maes who stood up and motioned to the agents to take a seat.

"The others aren't home," Roy said and hopped down next to Maes. He remembered how nervous had been the young agent around them when he had driven them to Salem Centre. "What is this assignment, and why is he here?"

Hawkeye waited until the young man - Denny Brosh - and Maes shook hands then replied. "Just as I said, it's quite simple. Mr. Brosh here just joined our department as a full member. He'll be working with me from now on, dealing with mutants. It would be reasonable for him to get to know our subjects. He should meet other mutants and learn about them that he could be more effective. Your job is to take him out to the city in this afternoon, show them the places mutants might frequent. Tell him about your kind and if there's a chance, introduce him a few mutants. It is important for us to maintain a good connection as it will help us find the criminals."

Roy arched his eyebrows in disbelief. "You say we have to... You're dead serious, aren't you?" They needed to baby-sit Brosh?

"A little more respect, Mr. Mustang if I may ask," Hawkeye's voice was cold. "Mr. Brosh is a capable young man. He's an excellent marksman and passed the entrance exams with an outstanding result. Not everybody can be an FBI agent. You'll be his guides through the city because you know it better than him, that's all."

The young agent blushed at the woman's praise and Maes smiled. Brosh had an honest face it was hard to believe that he was a member of the investigation bureau.

"I see, Miss Hawkeye, I see," Mustang said, lifting his palms in defense. "I was just unsure about the objectives but I can see them clearly right know. Are you in, Maes?" Roy turned his head to look at his friend and grinned from ear to ear. His eyes were bright with mischief and an arched eyebrow asked Hughes' opinion.

"Sure. We're employees after all, it wouldn't be right to refuse a job. We'll guide the young gentleman." The shadow-stalker's smile was bright although it had a barely noticeable evil edge. "Don't worry, Miss Hawkeye, Mr. Brosh will be in the best hands.”

"I seriously hope so," the woman nodded and stood up. "I'll be back at six pm., please, return until that. I have something else to discuss with you but I need some documents and all of the team being here. I assume, I don't have to remind you that if anything goes wrong," she paused for the effect, "my boss won't be too pleased."

"Yeah, yeah, but what could go wrong if we're just showing the city? If something goes wrong it wouldn't be our fault, Miss Hawkeye," Mustang said and straightened to open the doors for the agent. "We'll be here at six. Goodbye."

The agent nodded and walked to her car. In a minute, she disappeared from sight.

Denny briefly cleared his throat and turned to the mutants. "I'd like to express what an honor it is to work together with you. I've heard about the successful missions you completed and how you continue to develop-"

"Save it, Mr. Brosh" Roy growled and shaking his head he dropped the pillow from his hand. He needed to stay nice, who knew what would have happened if he actually hit the agent with it? Sighing, he started to explain, "We're just ordinary guys. Mutants are normal people with a few abnormal skills. We still like watching the football and drinking beer."

"Of course," Brosh blinked. "Did I say something wrong? Agent Hawkeye explained the situation to me in detail and I also know that mutants are... umm, mutants lead more or less normal lives. Usually."

Roy smirked and stepped before the agent, looking down at him. "So why would you treat us as some celebrities? It strokes my ego just the right way but I doubt you would keep babbling about honor and development and such to normal men. Or am I wrong? Can I call you Denny?"

"Yes, of course. Ah, I just... I've heard a lot about you and we're going to be colleagues, sort of and... well... you're superheroes." The blond youth blinked innocently and Maes burst out in laughter.

"You heard that, Roy? Superheroes! Keep that in mind and quit smoking!"

"Why should I give up the cigarette? Or are you suggesting I should take up the pipe as my old man does?" Roy complained then grinned. After a while he forced a straight face on himself and brushed away his bangs from his eyes. "Denny, please, enlighten us, why are we superheroes?"

"Because you have those unique abilities," Brosh said with a hint of uncertainty. "That's what it takes, isn't it? And you're working for the FBI, you catch criminals, rescue others. That's what superheroes do."

"And a superhero doesn't smoke," Maes insisted with a grin. "Have you seen Superman smoking? Or Batman? Or the Green Lantern?"

"But John Constantine does," countered Roy with a grin. "However, I doubt they ever worked for the FBI. Batman just leaves in a blink of eye."

"I can do that, too," Maes mentioned. "And Constantine isn't a superhero. However, we could discuss this on our way just as well, don't you agree, gentlemen?"

Roy wanted to protest but then something occurred to him. "We've a problem with leaving, Maes. Me, I've my bike, but it's only for two; so it's either by bus or you driving the van."

Maes thought about it. "No, not the van. We could borrow it, Cain wouldn't mind but then I won't be able to drink. I won't let you have all the fun. Besides, a good agent should know the city as a pedestrian as well, don't you agree, Denny?"

The young man was nodding eagerly. "Absolutely right, Mr. Hughes."

"Just call me Maes," the shadow-stalker smiled at him.

"Then let me grab my wallet and we're ready to go. Maes, leave a note," Roy said and went upstairs, into his room. He picked up a few necessary things then swirling his keys he grinned at the agent. "You can leave your jacket here with your tie, if you want to, Denny."

The agent considered this. "Ah well, my tie maybe." While Maes stuck the note on the fridge, Denny discarded his tie. "The jacket better stays, I have my weapon with after all."

"I doubt you would need it but it's your choice," Mustang nodded. Now, that the agent wasn't worshipping their feet's trail it felt more comfortable. "Come on Maes, don't write a whole book just a few words," Roy said and opened the door to let Brosh out.

The trio targeted the nearest bus stop. Hughes tapped his chin then turned to Roy. "Where should we go first?"

"Somewhere nice. And as the afternoon goes by we could try the darker places - if they are open before six," Mustang answered with a small smile. "Denny, how long have you been in Boston? Weeks? Months?"

"Three months now. I became an agent in January," Denny replied. "After passing the exam, I was sent here because Boston is the current central of mutant issues and I have... umm, I'm qualified for this department. Kind of."

"Are you a mutant?" It was a blunt question but Mustang wanted to know. The bus came and they made their ways to the backseats. Once seated, Roy looked at the agent again. "Or are you crazy enough to fall in love with your boss?"

"WHAT??" Brosh looked horrified. "No! I'm not gay, I'm really not!"

Mustang looked shocked then he snapped and smirked. "I meant Miss Hawkeye but what is wrong with being gay?"

"Oh." The blond guy looked so perfectly baffled that Maes had to stare out on the window and try very hard to not laugh out loud.

"I mean, there's certainly nothing with it, just people sometimes get this crazy idea of me being gay," Denny explained. "I don't like that. And well, yes, Miss Hawkeye is my boss as well but the head of the department is the real boss. He's an elder gentleman. And no, I'm not a mutant. I just... knew one."

"I see. So tell us more about your very first experiences with the mutants before Kimbley and myself," Roy said. "And I really don't see why the people would assume you're a queer."

"Me neither," Brosh grumbled unhappily then sighed. "My brother was a mutant. A pyrokinetic. I was there to see how he developed, what problems he had and such."

"Pyrokinetic, huh?" Roy asked then frowned slightly. "Why do you speak in past tense? Is he dead?"

Brosh nodded. "He kind of got caught up in a fight, mutants versus mutant haters and he was shot."

Maes's merriment was gone and he patted the young agent's shoulder compassionately.

"I am sorry," Roy said softly then stood up. "It's our stop. Do you think, Denny, your brother was a superhero?"

"He had the powers and the morals, and all the qualities that make a hero."

"Then he was one," Mustang nodded again. "Come, let's have a beer at his memory."

The glowing neon sign wasn't on but it was perfectly visible in the early afternoon sunshine. The Lemon Slice was open and as the trio entered, they saw, what a wide range of customers the bar had. At this hour, youngsters resided in the pleasant little place who just passed drinking age and were curious about barhopping. A couple snuggled in one corner and several boys argued over some book in the other.

The dark barkeeper smiled at the entering customers. "Good afternoon. Long time no see. I was afraid you found a better place. What can it be?"

"Beers, Belshio, thanks. We were just a little busy, and I doubt there is a better pub in Boston," Roy answered with a shrug and smile. He liked this place. "What's going on in the neighbor's?"

The guy behind the counter looked unusually smug as he prepared the drinks. "Well, thanks, first and foremost. And it’s some adjustments. There's going to be a little restaurant there. I hope it'll attract even more people and bring nice money."

"You bought it? Wow." Maes whistled in appreciation. "Good luck with it, we'll try it out, right, Roy?"

"Are you asking me out? Oh, Maes, I don't know what to say, my dear," Roy covered his eyes with the back of his hand then after a few dramatic moments he lowered it and grinned. "Of course."

Brosh blinked but quickly dismissed his slight confusion and took a sip from his beer. "Heh, this is just as good as I heard."

A shot glass knocked loudly against the counter as Belshio placed it down with a side glance on the blond.

"You knew this place?" Maes inquired.

"No." The blond one looked sheepish.

"I never thought Boston to be famous because of her beer but let's go and sit down," Roy said as he placed a few dollars on the counter. "That box seems empty."

"Good idea," Brosh smiled. As they sat down, he asked, "So, you come here often? Do others frequent this place as well?"

"It's a nice place but the only other mutant I ever found here was Maes," Roy shook his head and took a few sips from the beer. "As you can see here are university students and such. If someone doesn't stick out because of his genes then maybe you could find him here."

"Genes... I mean, how much you know about yourselves?" Denny asked curiously. "I had access to some studies about mutation. Do you know what is the source of your powers?"

Roy shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. Once, I had the fortune to hear a long-winded discussion about the mutants' origins from Professor Xavier and of what I understood it is an evolutional jump. X-gene is in us somewhere but I'm not a doctor of biogenetics... It's just is. Like my hair is black."

"Ah yes, you were at Professor Xavier for... what, a week or two?"

"Almost a month long," Roy said with a small smirk. "Then I came away, to Boston. I still think the prof is one of the toughest men and you need to stay at his good side."

"I'll remember that,' Denny nodded. "It's possible that I'll have to talk to him in the future. So... what other mutants do you know? After all, you're supposed to introduce me to them."

"Well, there was Kamira in the harbor; around her were a few others but I doubt you'd meet them," Mustang said. "Then, there are we, Maes, John, Cain, and me. We could go and visit John in the Cat, what’cha say, Maes?"

"That's a good idea. And actually now that you mention... I had a classmate, who always knew when the teacher didn't listen and she could look up the answers for every test. The professors looked kind of dazed then, it is possible that she was a mutant, using her powers. I could contact her." The shadow-stalker grinned, then his eyes widened. "Woah. Babe at the counter."

Roy looked there, too. He whistled lowly and nodded to Maes. "She is nice... However, it seems like our bartender is the happy man."

Indeed, the dark-skinned girl and Belshio smiled at each other affectionately. The man caressed the girl's pink locks falling into her delicate face then nodded and disappeared behind a door. The girl stayed behind the counter, leaning on the polished wood and looking around.

"The prettiest girls are always taken," Brosh noted with a sigh.

"You see, maybe this girl is a mutant, too. Or not. I never tried this pick-up line," Roy said and emptied his mug. He stood up from the box and walked back to the counter with a smile. "Hello, could you refill my beer?"

"Sure thing," the girl smiled and took the empty mug. "We're glad when the customer is satisfied."

"I've not seen you here, yet," Roy said, flashing another smile. "What is your name?"

"I'm Rose. And I wasn't around for a while, busy with the uni, you know. I just came to help out with all the mess and business and everything." She pointed to the left with her thumb, most likely meaning the under construction restaurant.

"Belshio is such a lucky fellow, to have a girlfriend who shares his line of work," Mustang said with a sigh. "What are you studying?"

Rose grinned widely. "I'm into medics. And you're sooo right with the nice girlfriend-part, my mother is a wonderful woman."

"You're his daughter?" Roy asked, a little surprised, a little relieved. "How rude of me, I forgot to tell my name. I'm Roy, and I'm very pleased to meet you, beautiful Rose."

"The pleasure's all mine." The girl flipped a pink bang out of her face and held out her hand for Roy to shake it.

Mustang bent his head and put a light kiss on the back of her hand. "I'm afraid my friends wait for me, Rose, but maybe, later, we could meet again."

"Maybe. And tell the blond one to not stare so hard or his eyes will pop out. Have a nice day."

"You too, Rose," Mustang said and grinned at the woman. He picked up his refilled mug and walked back to the box. "She is very sweet," he said as he dropped back next to Maes.

"Drink your beer," Maes suggested with an evil smile. "And then, we'll drop in to your boyfriend's."

"Boyfriend...?" Brosh let out a sound halfway between a squeak and a hiccup.

"You'll ruin me once, Maes," Roy said with a slight frown and pushed his elbow into his friend's side. "Denny, don't suffocate; Miss Hawkeye would kill us, too!"

"N-no, of course not. I was just surprised." Brosh placed his chin on his palm. "Isn't it difficult to be lovers _and_ co-workers...?"

Roy sipped from his beer and glanced at Maes. "It can be awkward if you just broke up. However, it's friendship first and foremost. Friends and co-workers could be difficult, too."

"Basically, we're just four guys living in the same house," Maes explained. "We each have a life, a day job. Working for the FBI is like... a hobby."

"I see," Denny nodded seriously. He actually looked much more mature now. "Then tell me, why do you do it? For the money? Or is it some latent urge to serve the law?"

"Mostly for the money and for the adrenaline rush," Roy said with a slight grin. "And Miss Hawkeye did us a few favors, too."

"I gather experience for my writing and Cain has no other choice although you won't hear him complaining." Maes smiled. "So, the Boring Cat now? Perhaps, we could pay a visit to an old... friend after that, if you know what I mean, Roy. His place is open as well." Maes was chuckling lightly.

"I was thinking about him, too," Roy said with a small nod. "John is trapped at his workplace but we could say hi, before going further."

~tbc~

Fun and Games

2006-01-15T02:59:53Z

Yo! ^_^ Some smut this time.

Writers: Seriously. Does anybody else write for this AU aside of us...?
Rating: let's say NC-17. Because.
Warning: some cussing. Mansmut, obviously.

It had been a really great night, going out to a gay disco bar and dancing for hours. This was actually the first time John ever visited such a place and he was a little surprised that he had to admit, all those pretty males swaying with the rhythm, sweat-covered, sometimes half-naked, presented quite a nice sight. Roy looked ravishing in his clubbing gear and his kisses tasted sweet. In general, John thought this Saturday evening was a success.

Roy rolled into the garage with the bike and stopped the engine. John took of the helmet and when they both got off, he pulled Roy into and embrace and kissed him. It felt a lot less embarrassing than at the first time.

The beers, the dancing, and his companion made his blood hot and this kiss just fueled the flames. When their lips parted, Roy sighed and started to pull John into the house. However he stopped after a few steps to kiss him again, and this time Mustang shoved his hips forward to show how much he wanted Havoc.

John's sky-blue eyes widened and he gasped at the contact. Since Roy first kissed him and he decided to acknowledge, that they're dating, it had been only kisses and some groping but no actual sex between them. Of course, it was very satisfying to know, that Mustang wanted him and Havoc could feel the light, pleasantly painful stirs in his own loins but... God, he barely knew anything about how this went...!

"R-Roy-" he breathed, instinctively rubbing back a little "you want this? Want me...?"

"Yes," Mustang nodded against Havoc's mouth and placed a line of little kisses on his jaw. "I want you, John; don't you feel the same desire?"

He did. Oh, fuck, he did it now...

"Y-yes..." John gasped and threw his strong arms around Roy's smaller form, to hold him closer. "You're gorgeous, Roy... totally arousing and sexy and... ev’rything." Havoc stressed his words with a deep kiss.

Roy moaned into the kiss, letting the other man to guide it without being passive. "Come, then," Roy said, pulling John to the stairs, and ultimately into his room, "and let me help with this." Roy thrust his hips forward a little to feel that bulge again, making his meaning clear.

John's mind began to turn a little fuzzy from pleasure but he shook his head and looked into Roy's eyes with slight worry. "Umm, Roy, I... you know I've never done this before."

"You did it with women, and I won't let you do anything stupid," Roy said with a nod. He would let John take him for now. It wasn't a real issue for Mustang, he loved both positions and it was clear, Havoc was nervous enough without the added stress of losing his 'virginity'. "I trust you, John," Roy said and kissed him softly.

"Man, Roy, you're so cool..." John sighed affectionately. He was really thankful for the reassurance. His fingers moved almost by themselves, stripping Mustang out of the black dress shirt. John's lips explored the bared skin, wandering down on the neck and along the collarbones.

Roy didn't hold back the tiny noises of pleasure. Kicking off his shoes, he pulled off Havoc's sleeveless T-shirt and pulled the other man to the bed. "You've got a gorgeous body, John," Mustang sighed and leaned forward to lick at the sand-colored nipples.

"Well, thank you. You're amazing too." Havoc deemed it to be safe, to just touch for a while so he gently pushed Roy back on the bed and covered the flame-wielder's body with his own. Rubbing against the slender but strong form, John began to caress the pale skin, the shoulders, the chest, and the sides. "Your skin is smooth and you smell nice." Havoc nearly added some comparison with women but he - very wisely - swallowed it in the last moment.

"Flatterer," Roy laughed and caressed John's back and sides. Pulling Havoc's head close, Mustang kissed him then turned them around, so he was lying on top of the blond. "Gotcha," he said with a grin.

"Oh, my..." Havoc grinned back; he was even more sexy when he did that. "I'm at your mercy. What do you plan to do with me?" He even lowered his voice, and it was now akin to a lazy panther's growl. John had a really nice voice.

"I plan to," Roy whispered with a quick kiss, "make you naked. See you wholly." Pulling back he opened Havoc's belt and tugged at the jeans. "Lift your hips, please."

This was familiar. John obeyed without hesitation, letting his trousers to be tugged off. He toed off his socks with a little trouble, too, then started to undo the buckle on Roy's belt. "The same goes for you, sexy."

Roy helped John, and soon he was naked as well. His erection stood up proudly, begging for attention, just like John's. Mustang put a hand on Havoc's chest and pulled it down, gently caressing his muscled front. When he reached the waist, he didn't stop, but moved his fingers lower to the base of John's member.

Havoc's eyes fluttered shut for a minute, it had been about a month since he last got laid and he really missed the touch of somebody else. However, he still had questions. "Roy... what are we going to do...? What would you like?"

"We do whatever you're comfortable with," Roy said and moved to kiss John's lips. "And I'd like you." He smiled and dropped his voice, almost into a purr. "Taking me, filling me and making me gasp for breath."

Havoc was breathless for a few seconds. "Uhh... you have to instruct me however... But I'd do anything for you, really."

"I will, don't worry," Roy said with a grin and kissed Havoc again then sat up. He reached to the bed table and picked up the lube and a pack of condom. Dropping the latter next to John, he smiled softly. "You need to stretch me then I think most of my instructions will be like 'more' and 'yes'."

Havoc was bright enough to figure out, exactly _what_ needed to be stretched, and he blushed. For him, who was straight until this, it felt... uncomfortable, to consider what was about to happen; but he trusted Roy. John knew the other man had been doing this many times. It couldn't be all that bad...

Havoc unscrewed the small tube and applied some odorless, transparent gel onto his fingers. "Roy, a little help...? If I want to reach you there-"

Mustang nodded and moved forward, opening his legs wide to give better access to Havoc. "Once you're there, move your fingers around a little, and search for the prostate. You'll know when you found it."

John had some vague guesses why. He obediently, albeit a little hesitantly pressed his index finger's tip against the entrance and massaged the gel into the hole gently. Then, he pushed his finger in, testing, probing the unknown area. He felt the ring of muscles there and the strength was surprising. Havoc tried to imagine, how those muscles would feel around his shaft and his eyes widened. As his finger slipped further in, he realized, how narrow the hot channel feels. "Is this really going to work...?" he blurted out before he could think the question through.

Roy relaxed around the finger and chuckled at the question. "Yeah, it will. If you want to," he added at a second thought. If Havoc felt like quitting, Roy would rather know it sooner than later.

"It feels so hot and tight... Hotter and tighter than any woman," John murmured and, remembering Roy's instructions, he began to trace the inner walls with his fingertip. From the concentration, he bit into his lower lip.

Roy's eyes widened and he gasped in pleasure when John stroked his sweet-spot. "John," he moaned, pulling the taller man into a kiss. "More, give me more, please!"

Satisfaction ran through Havoc's nerves, making him feel proud and some small, exquisite pain-arrow pierced his belly. He did it! He caused pleasure and Roy's face was adorable when he was overwhelmed by it. The taller mutant carefully caressed the spot again, wanting to hear that breathless voice, and to feel the power.

Roy gasped, shutting his eyes. It felt so-good, after the long weeks of nothing. "John," he said, his voice a little shaken, "add another finger. And lube."

"Umm, yes, sorry..." he was too thrilled, he forgot about going any further. Coating his fingers with a nice amount of gel, John pushed back, moving his digits a little - Roy said stretching, after all. The muscles gave way to him and John got more and more confident as the minutes passed. From time to time, he touched the nerve-bundle. "Something makes me think I'm doing this right..." Havoc whispered with a grin.

Roy breathlessly laughed at this. "Dunno what it could be," he said. Gasping for air, he moaned as John again touched that spot, then Roy grinned at the other man. "Maybe the way I whimper for more... for your thick, long cock," he said, finishing the sentence in a low voice.

Havoc’s erection jumped a little and he groaned softly. "Your mouth is dirty, little boy," he murmured fondly then he lowered his voice to a whisper. "Roy, what position...?"

"Like this, if it's okay," Mustang said. He flattened his palms against John's chest and moving against the fingers in his backside, he grinned. "Me riding you."

"Oookay," Havoc chuckled and picked up the condom. "Maybe you'd like to apply this?"

"Maybe," Roy nodded. He moved a little backwards and took the package to apply it correctly. If Havoc was a girl, Roy would have asked him if he was sure this last time. However, now he just lifted himself and slowly sat on the blond one's erection, taking it in entirely. He felt himself stretching and on his oversensitive skin the sweat rolling down on his face and back was almost unbearable. "Yes...!" he moaned and forced his eyes to open a little.

The sight worth it, though. John's eyes were closed, his face set in a painful expression as he chewed on his lower lip. His fingers had a steady grip on Roy's hips and his body was tense. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes to look at Roy and Havoc grinned. "Holy fuck, you're so damn tight! And hot like fire... Are you okay? I hope it doesn't hurt."

Mustang mirrored the expression. "Feels fucking fantastic." He lifted his body a little then slid back while bracing himself on Havoc's chest by his hands. "Like this..."

The strong muscles gripped him so tightly and Roy's heat surrounded him so perfectly, John was lost in passion. He tried to move a little as well while his hands helped the flame-wielder to ride, Havoc's fingers kneading the pale skin. "Shit, Roy... so good, so damn good...! This feels great!"

"Yeah...," Mustang gasped and bent forward to kiss John. "Kindly fuck me." He remained like this, his mouth hovering above Havoc's by just a few inches as his hips picked up more speed.
The blond mutant gasped deeply and did everything he just could. He let his instincts to drive him. He threw one arm over Roy's shoulders and arched up to kiss him; he loved that unique, fiery taste, and how that strong tongue was willing to fight his for domination.

Mustang moaned as the pleasure started to overwhelm him. He shifted his weight to his left hand and brought his right down to his painfully hard erection. "So close..." He bit into Havoc's lips then curled his fingers around himself.

Havoc glanced down and his eyes widened. He remembered his early teens when he was jerking off with friends and now, as he thought back, he always enjoyed watching the others... But this was now and this was Roy, the beautiful flame-wielder stroking his own throbbing shaft and John whimpered in delight. "So... gorgeous! Roy, so pretty, I... love you."

Mustang couldn't answer, but neither did he want to, as his orgasm overpowered him. His spine arched and his breath ran out of his lungs as the pleasure ran through his body and his balls emptied. He slumped forward, onto Havoc's chest as the world went white before his eyes.

John gasped again and he reached the peak just several seconds after Roy; his strong fingers dug into the pale skin of Roy's shoulders although not strongly enough to leave marks. As the world exploded before his eyes, Havoc moaned out his lover's name and as the spasms subsided, he fell back on the bed, totally spent, mind gone blissfully blank.

Mustang picked himself together and carefully moved to lie next to John. He was still catching his breath as he closed his eyes but he promised himself to get up after a few minutes to shower.

John pried off the used condom, tossed it to the floor and turned to Roy to hug him close. It felt good to rest against the flame-wielder. Havoc gently caressed Mustang's back, swept the damp locks of hair out of his forehead and placed a kiss on the top of the dark head. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just tired," Mustang said, cracking his eyes open with a smile. "And you? Do you have any regrets?"

"Regrets...? Roy, come on, this was great! I never thought gay sex is so... intense. I have to thank you," John grinned like a village idiot "that you, umm, convinced me to switch to boys. I loved it and man, you were so beautiful!" Havoc hugged Mustang even closer. "Thanks Roy, really."

"Then I'm glad," Roy said. The blond was a little too enthusiastic to his taste but he didn't mind being held. However, his skin was itchy from the cooling sweat. He pried off John's hands from himself and smiled apologetically. "I need a shower. And probably you, too."

"Okay, okay," John nodded with a smile. "Want me to wash your back?" He sat up and cast a loving glance on Mustang.

Roy stood up and stretched as he considered the offer. "Yeah. Come along, John," he said and held out his hand. "I'd love it."

~End~

Bottled Truth part 2

2006-01-08T02:13:11Z

Title: Bottled Truth part II
Authors: kira_k and okami_hu
Rating: G
Summary: A mysterious gift for the young mutants turns out to be another possible team member.

Roy grinned at Cain, agreeing with his comment, but at Havoc's question, his expression turned softer. "I have some in the jacket's pocket. Feel free to smoke all of it if you want; I'll bring an ashtray."

Cain walked into the kitchen to bring the meal and Hughes merged into the nearest shadow to get something for John, what he could wear. An oversized T-shirt and some loose pants will do.

Roy turned around bringing the ashtray. He looked up John, taking in his muscled, lean form, blue eyes, and blond hair.

Havoc was too occupied to notice the stare. He quickly lit the cigarette and taking a long, deep drag from it, he exhaled the smoke with a satisfied sigh. "Damn I missed this..."

"I can imagine," Roy nodded and reached out for a cigarette as well. "Look!" Roy created a little flame at the top of his index finger to light up the straw in his mouth. Putting out the fire before he burnt himself, he grinned at John.

"Cool!" the blond Havoc grinned. "Hey, sorry for shouting and whatnot, I was a little dizzy. Thanks for all this... food and such. I'm lucky that fellow mutants found me and not some racist idiots..."

Roy breathed out some smoke. "I won't say, there wasn't a chance for that, but I think Greed wouldn't harm a fellow mutant like that without a damn good reason. Why did he... trick you into the bottle?"

"Eehh..." John scratched his head. "I work in a bar, you see? I'm a mixer. One day, Greed walked in with his sister, Lust. She's a really hot babe and the like..." another wide grin. "We started to chat while that pimp minded his own business and Lust was flirting shamelessly. I thought why not? We met a few times and... things happened. But Greed was not too fond of me, so I decided to quit before I get myself into some big trouble. I told that to Lust but apparently, she didn't listen... I started to look for some other girls and she got pissed. In the end, Greed called me over and made me drink something that actually affected me - I'm quite immune to booze. We, umm, made some bets... including that I don't fit into a wine bottle. Hey, if you're going to laugh, I'll strangle you, get it?"

Roy nodded and attempted to keep a straight face. To help it, he sucked on his cigarette, but the smoke and the almost-laughing disagreed, and Roy started to cough. Once he had his lungs under control, he blinked at John. "You were dating Lust and you dumped her. I'm not sure if you're insane for the first one or for the second." Roy shook his head in amusement. "I've only seen her once or twice, but she was a real eye-candy, even more than Greed."

"Yea," John agreed sadly. "But... " he only comprehended now, what Roy said and Havoc eyed the flame-wielder with a curious look. "Hey... No offense, or anything but you're into guys... as well?" he added on second thought.

Roy shrugged and pulled out a new cigarette, lighting it from the old one, before putting out the butt on the ashtray. "I'm not particular to my partner's gender. I hope you don't have a problem with gays, because then you would have a problem with us. I mean Maes is looking for a wife, and I'm not against the ladies either, but we both swing to the other side as well, while Cain is only there. He won't even consider to take a woman."

“You know, actually, I'm considering giving up on gals," Havoc stated gravely, staring into the nothing. "After this incident, I guess, I won't ever figure them out. I had enough. Maybe with guys, it'll be easier." He cast a side-glance at Mustang a little worriedly. "Or am I talking bullshit?"

Roy smiled good-naturedly, and put down his cigarette. "I don't know. You should consider it, only if you find a guy attractive. However it's true, you won't have to deal with PMS and such." He reached out and slowly took the cigarette from John's hand. "Watch, and consider," Roy said, and took a drag, before putting the straw back between Havoc's fingers.

The blond guy blinked. "Woa, you really making this decision easier..."

Meanwhile, Cain cleared up the bloody glass shards and took out a few plates. "Okay, dinner's served." He carried the boxes into the living room with a few cans of beer and one cola for himself. "I hope, you like it, John," he offered one can with a smile.

Roy threw a dark look at Cain for interrupting him, then turned back to John with a smirk. "Am I making it easier in what way? Sorry for being a little dense, just my brain stopped functioning, when you mentioned the possibility." Grinning, Roy stretched out and put out his cigarette after a last drag. "You being handsome and me bein' lonely," he added with a barely held back laugh, "it could work. Don't ya think?" Roy hoped he didn't go too far in the flirting, but he counted on Havoc to not take the last part seriously.

John blushed. Furiously. He took the beer from Cain and pressed it against his face. "You're not wasting any time, do you...?" he mumbled to Roy, and then looked up at the slightly puzzled, small-framed youth. "Thanks, it's perfect. What kind of pizza is that?"

"Hmm, chili for Roy, Hawaiian for Maes and mushrooms for me."

"I'm willing to share," Roy said with a small smirk, "if you like it hot." He liked the effect he had on John, and the pink taint on his face just made the blond one prettier. However, Roy really didn't want to scare away John. "As for wasting my time... I'm a patient man, if I need to wait." Roy picked up his own box and sat next to John on the couch, just near enough for the blond to be able to reach for the pizza. "Thanks, Cain. Where is Maes? He's taking forever," Roy said, searching for his friend.

"Coming, coming, geez..." Maes merged out of a pool of shadow, holding some clothes. "Here, shirt, pants, I even found you some underwear." He beckoned Havoc with an amused smile. Come, the bathroom's this way. I'll help you if your feet hurt too much."

John nodded and putting down the beer, he stood up. He was ouching, but didn't fall back. "Thanks, but I think I'll be able to walk," he said and reached out for the clothes with one hand, the other holding the jacket and the towel in place with a little difficulty. "Thank you for these," he said and moved to the bathroom to dress properly, and to think about Roy's words. Or were they an offer?

Maes settled down in his fave armchair and claimed a slice of pizza for himself. Cain chewed on his own, before throwing a glance to Mustang.

"Neh, Roy... Are you hitting on John?"

Roy shrugged in a nonchalant way, but he couldn't really hold back his grin. "And what if I am? He said he had been considering turning away from the women."

Cain didn't comment further just resumed eating. Maes laughed lightly. "What do you think; would he be interested in becoming a member of our team? His ability seems useful."

"Didn't really consider his usefulness," Roy said with a sheepish expression, before he opened his can of beer to wash down the too spicy pizza-slice. "We need to ask him, ask Hawkeye, but I wouldn't mind him here, if you're okay with it. We have enough room."

"Yeah, Hawkeye will be surely surprised but... the more useful members we have the more effective our unit becomes. Havoc could be really handy..." Maes glanced back at the bathroom door.

"You're way too much into this special-agent game," Cain remarked soberly. "Even more than I am although I'm pretty enthusiastic."

Maes held up his hands in an apologetic way. "Maybe I got carried away..."

Roy chuckled. "You're just yourself, Maes. I doubt Hawkeye will have a problem, excluding if John is a wanted criminal, but I doubt this." He chewed on a piece, then pushed the box away, letting there half of the pizza. "What we need to ask, is if John is willing to stay here. Not necessary joining in our extra-curricular activity, just living in the same house."

"I don't know, he seems to be a guy, who has a flat and a real day-time job," Cain mentioned. "Not that I would mind him here, maybe he'd help with the cleaning..." he glared at his companions "but I think, he'd sooner join the team than he would move in. But we can just plainly ask him," he gestured towards the bathroom, where John emerged clad in Maes's clothes.

They were a little small to his tall form, but it was much better than the jacket and the towel, John had been wearing until now. He handed back the leather to its original owner, and looked at Fury. "What do you want to ask from me?"

"Ah, well, you know..." Maes leaned forward "we have a special job. Of course, we lead more or less normal lives but there is more. Actually, we work for the government, the FBI to be exact, as special agents. They needed some mutants against the recently appeared mutant criminals and gangsters with highly developed backgrounds, so they offered the job for us and... we took it."

John blinked. "Yeah, and?"

Roy took the lead from Maes. "And what my friend tries to ask is, if you're interested in it, and in staying here, or not?" he asked and at the same time offered the half pizza to John.

Havoc stared at the other mutants for a long moment before he shook his head. "Can I've some time to think this through?" he asked, accepting the food. "I don't want to rush things for now; I'm still enjoying my freedom."

Cain smiled warmly. "Of course, you don't have to give an answer right now. It's kind of a serious decision. If you have questions, go on and ask them, we'll answer everything."

John smiled back at Fury and nodded. "Thanks. At the moment, as you can see, all I owe is some cuts from the bottle I spent my last few days; I'm afraid my wallet, cigarette, and keys remained at Greed's with my clothes as well. And I should have paid the rent yesterday," he said with a miserable tone. He chewed on the pizza enjoying the food to its fullness.

"Hah, I KNEW you have a flat!" Cain exclaimed triumphantly then clamped his hands on his mouth. "Ooops, sorry..."

Roy scowled at Cain. "It means nothing. I had a flat, as well..."

Maes decided to interfere. "I assume, you have a job too, or, at least you had, until you disappeared for some three days..."

John nodded. "I'm working as a mixer. I'm good, probably the best they had, so I hope they won't just kick me out."

"You should see after those things come the morrow," Maes nodded. "Roy, you could take John to Greed too, to retrieve his belongings. I'll go check that rich guy in the meantime."

"You'll be careful," Roy said with an agreeing nod.

John looked at his beer and shook his head. "I'm not going there."

Cain blinked. "Roy is a good fighter; he won't let anything to happen-"

"I don't need protection," John looked at Cain coldly. "I simply won't go there. I'm not good at holding back my temper, and if that pimp grins at me I'm going to lose it. And I don't want that."

Fury sank back into the armchair. "I didn't mean to offend you..."

"You didn't," John said with a smile, feeling a little bad. "Sorry. It's just I'm still coping with that damned bottled-time."

"You must be tired from using your ability constantly," Maes stood up and stretched. "Eat as much as you want, then go to sleep. I know I'll do that."

"Me too," the small-framed youth got up and began to clear the table, leaving the chili pizza there. "John, would you like anything else?"

"A blanket and I'll be fine here," John said, and finished the last slices of his pizza. "Thanks for all of this. You, guys are really nice 'n friendly."

"Sleep well, John," Roy smiled at the blond, then stepped beside Maes.

The taller man nodded and headed downstairs. Fury fetched a soft blanket for the guest and placed it on the sofa's armrest. "I'll quickly do those plates and I'm off as well."

When Roy disappeared as well, John looked at Fury. "Cain, can I ask you something?"

"A-ah, sure... go on."

John looked at his hands. "Is Roy always this... overwhelming?"

Fury smiled a little embarrassed. "Uh, well. Kind of... He can project flames, he's just like fire. Wild and honest. He does not hesitate. He's kind of smug and sometimes seems like he doesn't care but he's warm in the inside." He looked away, tracing the rim of the plates with his fingertip. "You'll like him."

"Thank you," John said, thinking at the answer. His fingers played with the lighter and cigarettes Roy left behind, before he said more to himself than to Cain, "I'm not sure, but... we'll see."

Fury nodded then walked out to the kitchen, switching off the lamp on his way. Soon, only the faint light and the sound of the rushing water coming from the kitchen indicated, that there is still life in the house.

~EnD?~

Explosive Nature 03

2005-12-25T01:05:59Z

Title: Explosive Nature
Disclaimer: FMA belongs to Arakawa. Marvel owns ~~most of~~ the mutants. We wrote the story but we make no money out of this.
Authors: kira_k & okami_hu
Warnings: Explicit same-gendered sex. Some language.
Rating: R
A/N: Sorry for the long wait but at least it's here now. It's backdated for continuity's sake.
Minisummary: Roy claims Maes and Kimbley's IC nature makes a cameo at the end.

Roy was grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he went down on the stairs. He was going to have Hughes without any complains or scowls from Maes' part. It was something he had thought he would never have again, yet, here he was. The door opened almost silently and Roy looked expectantly at Maes.

"Back off, send me away now. Or invite me in and let me possess you...!" he said, his voice deep from the desire.

"Wouldn't it hurt...?" Maes asked quietly, twining his arms around his friend's waist. "You were the one who said we won't be able to stop if we spend a night together."

"Do we need to stop?" Roy asked back, and caressed Hughes' back with his hands. "I don't think I want to repeat this month's absence."

"But.. You remember. Friend. No love. There shouldn't be anything like that..." Hughes caressed Mustang's face with his lips as he spoke. It wasn't like he didn't want it; he was desperate to feel his dear friend's heat again.

"Hell, I won't turn down the ladies next time if that makes you happy!" Roy growled and pulled Maes's mouth closer to his own. The kiss was similar to the earlier one, before the bathroom.

Maes responded just like then, tightening his hold. When the kiss broke, he looked into Roy's eyes. "Make me yield."

"Yes," Roy almost hissed the word. He pushed the taller man inside the room. "On the bed!" He followed in, trying to appear bigger than he was.

Hughes dropped down, lips and thighs parted, head bowed back. He took off his glasses and placed them on the nightstand. "Use me," he whispered barely audible, desperate need shining in his green orbs.

"You're fucking beautiful," Roy said and climbed next to Maes. "You just stepped out of one of my pretty fantasies." He caressed the long thighs and kissed Hughes softly. "You won't regret this, will you?"

"I seriously hope so," Hughes breathed letting his hands roam up and down on Roy's chest. "But I can't quite think, actually. I want you."

"I'm glad to hear it," Roy grinned and gently lifted the pullover's hem. "It was so long since I saw your body. Since I really appreciated you," he said softly and kissed the belly-button softly. Then, as the fabric slid upper and upper, this followed it his mouth and kisses.

Maes raised his arms and shivered from the kisses. He arched into them and the bulge was visible now on his trousers. "Roy, please..." he moaned a little and his face gained a lovely reddish tint, "Fuck me...!"

Mustang shivered; both from the words and the desire he felt, too. "Slow would be a torture for you, wouldn't it...?" he asked and quickly took off his own shirt. "As I kiss and lick at your limbs, tasting the skin everywhere, never residing anywhere long enough..." He continued to talk and unbuckled his belt, pushing off his trousers and briefs.

Maes did the same. He just let his garments fall on the floor.

"Roy, don't be cruel! I need you... to touch me, kiss me, I don't care even if it hurts, just make me yours!" he pleaded. For once, he really wanted to be dominated, to obey the other, and willingly submit to his fiery passion.

"You're so beautiful," Roy murmured and lay on top of Maes. He rubbed their erections together, half-hissing, half-moaning at the pleasure. "Where did you put the lube?"

"It's still on the same place," Maes grinned a little. "The top drawer. Once or twice I used it to wank, just to feel the smell of it..." his smile softened. "Roy, how will you take me?" Maybe it was a little evil to use Fury's line but Maes thought the small-framed youth was downright adorable when he asked this and he hoped the magic will work this time, too.

Mustang fumbled with the drawer and didn't answer right away. The utter acceptance, Maes' face and voice... It wasn't a miracle that Roy lost his composure for a few moments. When he found the lube he kissed Hughes hard, biting into his lips, and letting the small beard scratch against his chin. He grazed his teeth lower, at the sensitive skin of Maes' neck. "Any preferences...?" he asked and closed his teeth for a few seconds. "My Shadow."

Hughes gasped and offered more of his throat. "F-from... the front? Embracing you, kissing me, biting me, being as close as we just can? My Flame, by beautiful Flame..."

"That's it then," Roy said and licked at the reddened skin. He rubbed against Maes again then sat back on his heels to prepare themselves. Mustang's fingers circled around Hughes' hole for a while then he gently pushed in, even tough his boiling blood urged him to take Maes without any care.

That one month apparently wasn't that long or the burning need dimmed the pain but there was barely any. Maes moaned and rocked himself a little, urging the fingers deeper in.

"That's it, my Shadow, let me have you," Roy murmured and searched for the knot of nerves that needed to be there.

Hughes' back arched and he cried out softly, spreading his legs further apart. His fingers grabbed into the sheet and his head rolled from side to side. "Yes, Roy... my Flame... have me, take me, please...!" It felt good to actually say this out loud. A little strange but Maes's pride slept soundly somewhere and had no intention to surface right now.

Roy shuddered a little as he pulled out his fingers. He pushed aside Maes' legs then moved forward. He lowered his head and kissed Maes as he felt his testicles touch the other's skin. A tight heat surrounded him. It felt heavenly! He pulled out an inch or so then pushed back, gasping and moaning from the pleasure.

Maes gritted his teeth but didn't keep his voice back. Roy felt great inside him, hot and hard, like always, like back then. Hughes sneaked his arms around his friend's shoulder and tried to tug him closer. "Roy, come... Aah... closer, please, closer, closer...! I want to feel more of you!"

"Maes, yes, more..." Roy groaned out as he started a rhythm, angling his thrusts to touch Maes' prostate. He was moving faster than he wanted to but his desire demanded it, and he slammed back harder and harder. Sweat was rolling off of his forehead and he was gasping for air.

It was already too much and too good; the way Roy's stomach muscles pressed Maes' manhood to his own abdomen, the heat, the pleasure, the desire... It took a surprisingly short time to Hughes to reach the peak, body tensing up to its limits. He cried out, all the sadness and frustrated tension breaking free from him leaving him relaxed, sated, and happy beyond his sweetest dreams.

It was too soon for Mustang. He was gritting his teeth and still groaning, moving inside his friend for a minute or so until he found his own pleasure, too. Pulling back a little he collapsed on top of Hughes and nuzzled his neck.

Maes smiled and embraced Roy, caressing the sweaty hair gently. "Still the best... Best friend, best lover."

"God, Maes... I needed you, I need you." Roy closed his eyes and kissed Hughes softly.

"Well, I doubt we could stop with having sex, you know," Hughes noted absent-mindedly. "Or at least until we both find somebody else, whom we love more than anything and anybody. Until then... I have this strange feeling you'll be a regular in this room."

"Would you please shut up?" Roy asked and tried to move closer than it was physically possible. "Or speak about something else."

"Shower or sleep?"

Roy considered his options. "Shower if you share it with me. I wouldn't mind getting a hot one and being naked this time."

"Then let's move," Hughes smiled and gently kissed his friend. "I suppose you'd like to sleep in the bed and not on the floor, am I right?"

Roy grinned and knelt up slowly. "If James pats my bed in his sleep I'll be sleeping on the floor long enough, so I'd rather choose the bed. Your bed." He straightened and offered his hand to Hughes.

They were sitting in the living room. Kimbley burrowed his face into his hands, not sure if he should feel bad for the destroyed sheets, or not. Roy had known the dangers when he had offered his bed, and he wasn't mad when Kimbley mentioned it at the morning... It wasn't that hard to forget about it. However, it wasn't the only reason they were nervous: Miss Hawkeye, the FBI agent was about to come. Kimbley was determined to not go into jail.

Mustang tried to calm his friend down but he was jumpy just as well. Once the bell rang he was glad; the wait was over. Picking himself up, he opened the door for Hawkeye.

The blond woman was just as elegant as always. She nodded to the mutants and walked to the living room. Sitting down, she measured Kimbley, who was clearly ill at ease facing somebody from the FBI.

"Miss Hawkeye..." Roy started then shrugged helplessly. How could he have thought about manipulating Hawkeye? It was a vain hope. "James can't control his ability."

"You already shared this information with us and it helped my boss to make the decision. We considered everything and although there still will be a trial, we've managed to come up with a solution.

"And what is that solution, Miss Hawkeye?" Roy tried not to sound too eager and he succeeded more or less. He wanted to be sure that his friend won't suffer because he "captured" him. "Will you allow us to go to Xavier's?"

Hawkeye actually smiled a little."He will be put under Xavier's care and custody until the trial. We'll try to get the best judge, somebody who doesn't downright hates mutants and we'll try to prove that Mr. Kimbley can't be sentenced because of murder. We'll try to suggest that the best solution would be leaving him in the Institute."

Roy smiled back. "Thanks a lot. You have to let me to thank you properly by a dinner, Miss Hawkeye," he said with a grin then looked at Kimbley to judge his reaction.

The lean mutant youth was staring before him, a little more relieved. However, he looked up at the agent and quietly asked "If things go wrong, what could be the worst sentence I could get?"

Hawkeye's face turned serious. "Life imprisonment in a high-security facility. That's really the worst."

"I see. Thank you."

"Miss Hawkeye... Do you know a proper lawyer...?" Roy asked after a moment. "It feels wrong to prepare for the trial but we need to."

"Of course. Don't worry, we'll try to arrange everything, that the situation would turn out the best for Mr. Kimbley." Hawkeye nodded with a reassuring little smile. "Now, please, get ready. A car will come to pick you up and take you to Bayville," she gestured toward the explosive young mutant. "Gather your belongings and prepare for a longer period, alright?"

"Thanks, Miss Hawkeye," Mustang said then turned to his friend. "James, I could buy you some things if you want me to." He left the choice in his friend's hands although he knew Kimbley had nothing aside of the clothes on himself. "When will the car arrive?"

"In a few hours actually..." Hawkeye seemed a little surprised. "If he needs something, you better hurry. I’m going back to the headquarters now. Be here at two pm.; they won't wait." She stood up and smoothed her skirt out. "Have a nice day and I hope you'll have a good time at Xavier's, Mr. Kimbley.

James stood too, and smiled on the agent. "Thank you Ms. Hawkeye, for everything. I'd shake hands gladly, but..."

The woman smiled and touched Kimbley's upper arm in a friendly gesture. "No problem. And if you want to thank, master your ability soon."

"I'll try," Kimbley nodded and flashed a half-smile at Hawkeye. "We're gonna meet at two."

Mustang straightened himself and went forward to open the door for the agent. Once there, he spoke in a low voice, and slightly uncomfortable. "I think we- I owe you one."

"When it comes that far, we'll both remember it," Hawkeye replied simply and nodded to the flame-wielder. "Goodbye, Mr. Mustang."

"Goodbye, Miss Hawkeye." Roy closed the door behind the woman then walked back to the living room. "James, what do you need? Aside of clothes?"

"Umm, everything else? A hairbrush, razor blade, a towel... "

"You can have the brush I used yesterday evening!" Fury chimed in with a cute smile.

"Ah, thanks, but won't you miss it?" Kimbley looked slightly uncomfortable. He was touched by the small man's care but he was unsure how to handle it.

"Sure not!" Cain laughed. "I have three of them actually."

"About the razors, I have a brand new one somewhere," Maes added. "No need to panic, we'll get you a survival pack."

"I will get you a towel, shower gel and such," Roy said as he brushed out his bangs. "Sit down, we'll be ready soon, then I'll get you some more clothes. Any preferences in the colors?"

"Black...?" Kimbley offered with a half-grin as he settled down. "Dark red maybe, but I'm not too picky. Just don't let it be pink or baby blue, those make me look fat."

"Maybe some padded Santa Claus uniform would make you look fat, Kimbley," Roy snorted than grinned back. "Okay, let's pack! We don't have much time left."

After some time during which the three mutants searched through the whole house, Kimbley was equipped with everything necessary. At two, there was a knock on the door and the car outside was a telltale sign.

Mustang picked up the suitcase and opened the doors for James. They agreed he would go with. Kimbley, even if he didn't say it needed the reassuring presence of an old friend. It was only an added bonus that Roy knew Professor Xavier. He nodded to the driver and smiled nervously at Kimbley. "Everything will be alright."

"Unless I touch something," Kimbley remarked. "But I'll be careful."

A young, blond guy stepped to them and smiled at them nervously. "Good day, gentlemen. I’m Denny Brosh and I'm going to escort Mr. Kimbley to Bayville. Umm, you must be that," he pointed out James. After receiving a nod, Brosh pulled out something, which looked like a metallic collar. "Sir, please, don't resist. I have an order to put this on you."

"What's that?" Kimbley asked with a frown. He didn't like the idea of getting collared, neither did he want this unknown man to touch his neck.

"It's a restraining device, which will hold back your power," Brosh explained. "You have to understand, that it's for the safety of all of us."

"I see. So with this around my neck I could touch you? Shaking hands, Mr Brosh?" Kimbley asked, tilting his head upside. He grinned a little "Put it on and let's test it."

The young agent looked _REALLY_ miserable for a second or two but then he pulled himself together and stepped closer. He cautiously got the collar round Kimbley's neck and with a small card fished out from his pocket, he activated it. "Umm, now, it should work. And I have to warn you, until you're wearing this, they can trace you wherever you go. Security reasons."

Kimbley held out his hand. His expression was slightly evil as he waited for the agent to accept it. "I see. You didn’t think about mentioning this before you put it on, did you? Can I have the on/off switch?"

"Of course not," Brosh pouted and took Kimbley's hand with a determined expression. However, he couldn't hold back a relieved sigh when nothing happened. "The chipcard stays by me until we arrive. And now, we should be going."

Roy snickered at the agent's discomfort and get into the car after Kimbley. "You're really evil sometimes, my friend," he said with a smirk.

"I'm a natural born badass," Kimbley snickered and threw his arms around Roy's shoulders. "Say, do I still look cool with the collar?"

"Like a ... You remember those old-school, leather-clad guys with Harleys from the eighties? You look like one of them with my jacket and collar," Roy said and leaned into the embrace. It felt nice and he was glad to feel his friend's palms around his shoulders. He didn't know how did the FBI find anything like this but he supposed it wasn't his place to ask this question. He and James just enjoyed the end result.

The car drove off toward Bayville. For a young mutant, they headed towards a new beginning.

~End~

Bottled Truth part 1

2005-12-18T17:11:38Z

*disgusted glare* Fine readers you are...

Yo, ayumi99. Yeah, we slacked off but here's the next story. John's here, woo-hoo! ^^

Title: Bottled Truth part I
Authors: kira_k and okami_hu
Rating: PG for nudity and cursing
Summary: A mysterious gift for the young mutants turns out to be another possible team member.

Greed and Maes returned to the table; the tall, black-clad guy was grinning like a Cheshire Cat - he had won tonight. Maes accepted the defeat rather well; he shook the other's hand and smiled. "It was a good competition. I'm looking forward to the next round."

"It's a real treat to play with someone, who knows how to throw a dart," Greed said, and sipped out the last drops of his beer. "What did we agree on? What does the loser pay?"

"The next three rounds," Maes sighed with a grin "and we'll listen to your offer. However, we agreed, that we don't have to accept it. Your last assignment was a little too much."

"You owed me that one," Greed said, his tone serious, before he grinned again. "But this is something you won't refuse."

Roy snorted at Greed's self-assuredness, but didn't comment, just nursed his own beer.

Greed didn't seem to notice it, and he continued to speak with some wide gestures about Robin Hood and how he only targeted the rich men. "So what I need from you, are photos of the inside. I know you can do it, and it's not even dangerous."

Maes rolled his eyes. "Maybe not but not even very legal. Greed, we're working for the FBI. If they figure this out, we'll be in trouble! And just for your information, I had to read the Robin Hood on the university." It annoyed him with no end, when people assumed, he didn't know something he actually did.

Greed brought up his hands in a calming gesture. "I know, you're both familiar with the story, I just told it for a reference. Even Robin needed the help of Scarlet Will and Little John, and his doings weren't exactly legal either." He grinned, and gestured for the waitress for another round. "And you shouldn't be that worried about the almighty FBI, dear friends."

"Aside the simple fact, that our boss is an Amazon with a gun," Maes noted and leaned back on his chair, tapping his long fingers to the rim of his glass. "What's the reward for it? We don't owe you another favor."

Greed shrugged at Maes' words. "Well, if Miss Amazon asks about this, then you'd tell her the address, and I guarantee, the FBI won't be really angry. The gentleman isn't a pure-hearted knight, who got his money from good deeds, or who gives his money to charity."

"So you decided to take it," Roy said with a soft snicker. He understood Greed's mind.

"Yes, I did," the criminal grinned. "As for the reward... I'd say 5 percent is a reasonable cut after the loot."

"FIVE?" Maes nearly choked on his drink. "Sure you aren't serious. 30 and it's settled. Even though we have no idea, how rich your target is."

Greed laughed wholeheartedly. "You've a great humor, Hughes. Ten and I'm feeling generous."

"Fifteen and some smuggled booze, strong for Roy, sweet for me."

"Hmm," Greed's expression turned into thoughtful. "Fourteen and I'll give Roy's bottle now. Don't open it until you aren't home," he said. "Agreed?"

Maes laughed. "Alright, you handsome devil. I'll stalk in, take a few photos, and deliver them to you." He waved his hand nonchalantly. "Cain told me about the Japanese fruit wines. I'd like a bottle of that." He offered his hand then. "Deal."

Greed grinned and shook Hughes' hand. "I'll bring the bottle for you, Roy," he said standing up then Greed disappeared behind the counter.

Roy turned to his friend with a tender smile. "You drive a hard bargain, Maes."

Maes flipped the ever-present bang of hair out of his forehead with an elegant move - it fell right back but the tall mutant didn't bother. "We don't play cheap, Roy. And I'm trying to teach him to stop asking us to do anything questionable. I only agreed to do this because that rich man is a criminal, too. You know, it's not a crime, to steal from a thief."

"Maes, you're using the same double-standard as Greed. I'm not saying we shouldn't do it, but you shouldn't think this is the right thing to do, ethically," Roy said with a half-smile. "If you want the moral backup as well, then do charity from your half of the money."

Maes raised an eyebrow. "Well, excuse me. I know perfectly, what is ethical and what isn't. Don't lecture me, my dear Flame. I just got you a bottle of quality alcohol; you could show some faint signs of gratitude."

Roy shook his head. "You misunderstood me. I'm grateful for the money and for the booze as well, and I've no problems with doing this kind of job. And the ethics change according to the time, the place, and the man. You've no problems with white lies, I have."

Maes' face softened and he quickly, almost timidly caressed Mustang's hand, which lay on the table. He still wasn't sure of himself and their relationship, after the argument they had and the deal they made. "It's okay, I understand. Oh, there comes our friendly Godfather."

Roy nodded a little but pulled his hands back to his beer.

Greed appeared with a bottle, bound in dark paper and he gave it to Roy. "Here. Enjoy your gift," he said with a grin. "I wrote down the address you need to look around, and I want to see you here exactly in three days, at the same time."

"Alright," Maes nodded and placed a few banknotes on the table. "We'll be going now, here's your prize. Buy a few drinks for the guys here, too."

Greed glanced at the money and smirked. "I'll consider it. Goodbye, friends."

Roy stood up holding the bottle and his helmet then nodded to the criminal. "We'll be here, and thanks for this."

"Don't forget my wine!" Maes laughed and embraced Mustang's waist. "Let's go, Cain is surely waiting for us."

Roy glanced at Maes, and moved his hips, so even as they went next to the other, they weren't really touching. Arriving to his bike he put the bottle in the side bag. "Shall we?" Roy asked, putting on the helmet, and getting on.

When they arrived and Roy parked the bike down in the garage, the door opened and Cain smiled on them, brightly as usual. "Evening! I hope you're hungry, there's some pizza waiting for you in the kitchen."

Roy grinned and held out the bottle he got. "And here is something for the pizza," he said. "Bring glasses, and I'll open it."

Maes smiled on the small-framed youth and embracing his shoulders, followed him to the kitchen. The pizza smelled nice and it was still hot. Maes settled down on the counter, while Fury fetched some glasses from the cupboard. "What is it, Roy? Where did you get it?"

"From Greed, and I don't know what is inside the bottle. He's a good taste, and he wants to make business with us, so I really hope it's not something cheap," Roy answered, and pulled out the cork.

The next moment he dropped the bottle as thick, grey smoke started to come out, like a Jinn from the legendary lamp. The glass shattered on the floor, but it just quickened the smoke.

Maes jumped down from the counter with eyes wide, stepping before Cain protectively and pulling out a dagger from his own shadow with the same motion. Fury let out a small, surprised cry. His mind raced with a surprising speed, trying to find the information in his memory about gas-like poisons.

The smoke thickened until there was no more left in the broken bottle and changed its shape, resembling to a humanoid body. It seemed to wait barely a moment before the smoke changed into flesh. The man was naked and pale, his breathing erratic. As his bare feet touched the floor the strength seemed to run out of his legs, and he fell on his knees.

Roy couldn't move as his gift from Greed turned into a human just stare, but as the stranger collapsed, he moved forward to help him.

Maes launched himself forward too, while Fury stayed back, eyeing the stranger worryingly; he couldn't get near him from the two bigger guys anyway. "Roy, I have no idea, who Greed might be but maybe you have to have a word with him about his taste."

Maes winced as he noticed the blood on the floor; the glass shards cut into the young stranger's skin. "Roy, we have to move him!"

Roy nodded and shrugging off his jacket, he put it on the naked man's back. "Hey, can you move?" he asked as he reached out to touch the stranger. However, he was completely ignored. The pale stranger seemed to be concentrating on his breathing, trying to slow it down to not hyperventilate and didn't take notice of his environment.

Roy nodded to Maes, and reached around the stranger to lift him. "To the couch?"

"Cain, bring a towel or two!" The small-framed youth dashed off with a quick nod and Maes cautiously slipped his hand under the stranger's shoulders. "Yes. Lift his legs, I don't want him to trample on the shards more - whoever he might be... Greed owes us an explanation."

Cain returned and spread the towels on the sofa, then stood back.

Roy lifted the stranger’s legs, careful to the shatters' cuts. Together with Maes, they moved him onto the couch. "Who are you?" Roy asked once again, trying to coax a reaction.

The stranger seemed to bring himself under control, and he looked up with blue eyes. "What...?" he asked, and pulled the leather jacket tight around himself to stop the shaking of his body. He didn't know where was he, and he didn't know who were these people around him. They seemed to be too close to him, and he flinched back as one of the men moved.

"Hey, calm down, okay?" Maes smiled patiently, holding up his hands. "Let me see your cuts, they need to be taken care of. Cain, bring something strong for our guest, but just a small shot. That'll do good."

Fury nodded again and went to the kitchen to look for a -real- bottle of whiskey.

Maes tried again, with a warm, soothing voice. "Calm down, we don't want to do you harm. Can you tell us your name first?"

"Yeah," the stranger nodded, but didn't seem to really relax. "I'm John Havoc. Where am I and who are you?" he asked. The mention of a drink seemed like a good idea, as the pain from his legs started to register. He glanced at the oozing blood then slowly touched a cut just to pull back his hand and wince. "Shit."

Roy hissed in sympathy and looked at Maes. "I'll bring the first-aid kit, okay?" Then without waiting for an answer, he disappeared to the bathroom.

Maes nodded absent-mindedly and turned to the blond Havoc. "My name is Maes Hughes. The guy who just left is Roy Mustang and this approaching little gentleman is Cain Fury."

"Hello," Cain smiled on John and offered him the glass with some clear whiskey. The small-framed youth's eyes wandered off a little and he blushed violently. "Ah, umm, I better get you another towel... to cover yourself..." He nearly fled.

Maes grinned. "That was a nice entrance, my friend. You're a mutant, right?"

John sloshed the drink around in the glass as he looked up from his half-closed eyelids. "You've a problem with it?" he asked, his pose tense again, ready to flee, or fight, whichever would be necessary.

"That would be some serious self-contradiction," Maes sighed with a theatric gesture "since we all are. Roy's a flame-wielder, I'm using the shadows and Cain is a telekine. We're kind of special agents, troubleshooters if you like."

John drowned the whiskey, not quite trusting the other man, but ready to give it a try. "All of you... mutants?"

Roy heard the question as he was returning with the first-aid kit. Opening the box he kneeled down before Havoc. "Yes, we are. Why? I'll clean the cuts," he warned the other.

"Ouch," John hissed at the pain, and hold onto his empty glass.

Maes glanced at the returning Cain. "Do it with your powers. Our guest is a little suspicious about us being his kind."

Fury smiled and the big towel floated to John, descending on his lap to cover his nakedness. The small-framed youth walked behind the sofa with his usual sunny smile and leaned on the back of the furniture. "Umm, can you tell us, how did you get into that bottle? I mean, of course, you're seemingly able to transform into smoke, so it was easy but what were you doing there...?"

John didn't answer right away. The emotions on his face changed too quickly, before he looked up with an angry expression. "That fucking bitch... and her pimp as well, they tricked me! And what do you think I did there?!" Taking a deep breathe, he reminded himself, he wasn't angry at these people. He continued in a more calm voice. "I was waiting for someone to let me out."

Cain slowly shook his head. "This really sounds like the story with the magic lamp and the jinn..."

Maes made a mental note about asking Roy if he knows anything about the "bitch" John mentioned. "Do you have any idea, how long were you in that bottle? Do you have a home, family? They might be worried..."

John shook his head at the questions. "No, I don't have, and they aren't. What day is this?" he asked back, before he turned his head to look at the small-framed mutant behind him. "I may have been tricked like jinn, but I don't do wishes."

Roy looked up from his position with a grin as he finished putting on the last band aids. "What a shame. I had some really good wishes in my mind, Mr. Havoc." He stood up, and taking the first-aid kit with himself, he left again.

Cain nodded with a matching grin and a slight blush. "Indeed a pity..."

Maes snickered. "It's the 6th of February. I hope, the year is still the same."

"I would be mad or dead if I was locked away for a year... As it's, it was just three days," John said, ignoring the innuendo. "Three days...! Shit, I'm so gonna kill them!" His temper flared again, and the knuckles on his hand, what hold the jacket around him, turned into white.

"Are you talking about Greed?" Roy asked as he came back and quickly took away the empty glass from Havoc's hand, before the guy broke it, and cut his palm as well. When he received a creative curse as an answer, Roy snickered. "If you want, I'll hold him down for a few punches' time. He promised to give me something strong in that bottle..."

"Concerning that, he told the truth..." Fury mumbled, eyeing the nice muscles on John's legs; for his greatest regret, the coat hid too much.

Maes rolled his eyes. "Okay, let's quit for a while. John, I'll try to fetch you some clothes. You can sleep here on the couch tonight and if you're hungry, we were just about to have some pizza for dinner. Once you calm down, you can tell us everything."

"Thanks," John answered to Hughes, "I wouldn't mind some clothes, or some pizza. And if one of you smokes, can I have a cigarette as well?"

Roy grinned at Cain, agreeing with his comment, but at Havoc's question, his expression turned softer. "I have some in the jacket's pocket. Feel free to smoke all of it if you want; I'll bring an ashtray."

Announcement / question

2005-12-04T00:33:41Z

Yo. I guess, some of you noticed that we're kinda on hiatus. That's because we're writing for another fandom at the moment and we're not exactly in the mood to finish the third chapter of "Explosive nature". I guess, you already figured out what will happen anyway, so here's an alternative.

1, You can wait until we get back to work, God knows when and read the chapters in order.

2, In case you're desperate to see John, we could skip the third chapter now, post "Bottled Truth", the next story and backdate the chapter when it's done. Note, that after "Bottled Truth", there's a pause again.

You decide.

Explosive Nature 02

2005-10-30T14:34:32Z

Title: Explosive Nature
Authors: okami_hu and kira_k
Disclaimer: Arakawa Hiromu, Square-ENIX, and Marvel. We have no money and neither do we money out of this.
Ratings: PG-13 at most
Warnings: Kissing. Language. Off-screen masturbation.
Note: Kimbley is still not a badass.

Once on familiar territory, Cain immediately assumed his role as the maternal figure of the team.

"Roy, take your friend to the bathroom and bring him some clothes! Maes, be so kind and try to treat at least some of his wounds. I'll go to cook something. No quarrels, we're all mutants, we have to help each other!"

Mustang looked a little shocked at Cain. Why would they quarrel? However, he chose not to comment and just led Kimbley into the bathroom. He started a hot shower and unbuttoned the coat. "Get washed, James," he said softly. "I'll try and find you something to wear."

Kimbley snickered a little. "Roy, I'm burned. I'm also cold, the hot water will most probably kill me considering the state I'm in. And what should I do with the soap?"

Mustang took a deep breath and lifted his hands in a calming gesture. "Sorry. I've never passed as a nurse. I'd rather not have you dead in the bathroom. The ground is still too hard to simply dig a grave for you," he added with a grin. He lowered the water's temperature then glanced at Kimbley with a frown. "Do you blow up the water drops, too?"

"I don't think so... Maybe because water's too simple. I think the more complicated the material I touch, the bigger the explosion is." Kimbley shuddered. "Humans make the best bombs in fact... Roy, I hate to ask this but... please, wash me." James lowered his head and his cheeks burned from shame. He truly hated this, hated to be so dependant on others.

"Alright, friend," Mustang said and picked up the soap. "Step in," he ordered the other man. He took off most of his own clothes, only the faded jeans remained then stepped next to Kimbley. Mustang soaped the other's back, careful to wash out the small burns with minimal pain. "This must have hurt," he murmured at a nastier burn at James' tights. "I guess this is where your trousers exploded, right?"

Kimbley nodded, taking water into his hands to wash his face. The warm liquid felt good on his abused skin, soaking off the dirt. James always liked to be clean and he was quite disgusted with himself in the past one week. His hands began to stray on his body, carefully avoiding the lather of the soap - better to be safe than sorry - and paused at the most sensitive part of his anatomy.

Roy was washing the long legs but he was watching Kimbley. He rinsed off the soap and gave a small smile to the lean youth. He assumed the other man didn't get laid since that unfortunate event with Kamira, and being under the shower was the best place to take care of this kind of problem. "I'll give you some privacy in a moment. I need to search Maes' clothes anyway."

James' ears were burning and he opened his mouth but after a moment of hesitation, he closed it again. Maybe a good wank will do good, too. He'll be more relaxed after it. So he smiled back faintly and nodded. "Thank you."

"This is the least I can do," Mustang said and stepped out of the shower, pulling the curtain back behind himself. He shivered a little, so he put a big, fluffy towel around his body, hoping his wet jeans won't give him too much trouble. He went out of the bathroom to search for the promised clothes.

Kimbley sighed, sat back on his heels to avoid the inevitable collapsing and curled his long fingers around his manhood.

Meanwhile, Maes gathered a few things from the upstairs bathroom and looked for some clothes, too. As he stepped out of his room to take a look at the unfortunate mutant, he ran into Roy.

Hughes measured Mustang from top to toe and cocked an eyebrow.

"Did you take a bath, too?"

"Sort of," Roy said with a shrug and leaned against the bathroom's door. He wanted to make sure they gave enough time for Kimbley. "Thanks for getting those."

"Can I check on him now? Those burns must be painful."

"Five minutes or so," Roy said softly. He didn't know what to say to Hughes and this was one of the very reasons he didn't really want to come back here after their relationship was defined as 'just friends'. The silence was uncomfortable. "Maes, I..."

Hughes simply dropped the clothes and threw his long arms around his friend. He buried his nose into the slightly damp hair and inhaled Roy's scent. Only now did he realize how he missed it.

"God, it's harder than I thought..." Maes whimpered quietly. "I'm so jealous seeing you with him... even if I know that... and besides..."

"Maes..." Roy embraced the other man tightly. "James is hopelessly straight, don't be jealous!" he said softly and gently kissed Hughes' face. "This distance is maddening, you know."

"Roy, I shouldn't even be jealous! But knowing it doesn't help to stop..." Maes sighed deeply and caressed Mustang's face. "It's true that you don't know what you've got till it's gone. I've... never wanted you so much before. I'd give everything for a night, for just one night."

Mustang leaned into the caress. "No, Maes. If we do this again, it won't be just one night. I'm bad at giving up what is mine."

"I know," Maes nodded sadly. "I know. But then let's be friends, real friends. I don't want to avoid you anymore, I want to drink with you again, laugh with you, let you sleep with your head in my lap. Remember that I'll be there for you anytime, I'll support you in anything... well, as long as it's not something utterly stupid."

"Hey, I don't do stupid things!" Roy exclaimed offended, then smiled softly at Maes. "What do you think about going out to the Lemon Slice sometime later? My bike, your money, and good whiskey?"

Hughes laughed and ruffled his friend's hair. "Alright. We could go dancing, too, to take a look at the girls in town. And sometimes, we should bring Cain along. The poor guy knows nothing of you."

Mustang battled away Maes's hand and grinned back. "Maybe later. For now, I'd rather spend time with only you. If that's alright?"

"Sure, sure." Maes placed a quick kiss on Roy's cheek. "Totally alright."

Mustang resisted the urge just for a moment then grabbed the other's short hair and turned his face to properly kiss him. His tongue invaded Maes' mouth, not accepting any resistance and his fingers held them close. His black eyes were open and he was staring into the green ones behind the glasses intensively.

Maes was shocked first but then lust began to shine in his eyes. Soon, they were half-lidded in pleasure, he responded to the kiss, while his graceful hand slowly caressed Roy's back.

Mustang moaned into the other's mouth and tugged Maes' head back. "Enough...!" he gasped, resting his head on the hard wood of the bathroom's door. "We will continue this, my friend, do you hear me?" he asked with a soft growl.

Feeling a little dizzy, Maes merely nodded. "Whatever you wish, my Flame."

"Good." Mustang's heavy breathing slowed down and he brushed his bangs out of his forehead with a soft smile. He stepped forward, and brushed his palm against Hughes' cheek. "Let's treat James for now."

"Yeah," Maes nodded, picking up the clothes and a tube of balm from the floor. "You know, I really feel sorry for him. He can't even embrace you. It's sad, I hope that guy you mentioned will be able to help him.

"The professor? He has a brilliant mind and he uses it to help his fellow mutants," Roy said then opened the door. He raised his voice a little to be heard over the running water. "James, can we come in?"

"Y-yes, you can," the answer came, a little breathlessly. "I think I'm starting to look like prune."

"Don't worry, we'll save you before you melt," Roy said and walked forward. He picked up another clean towel and pulled away the curtain. Shutting off the water he covered Kimbley's tall form with the soft fabric, and led him before Hughes. "James, here is the unofficial doctor of us. He treats my burns, too, so I can recommend him with a good heart," Roy said and started to dry the other.

Kimbley winced a little as Roy accidentally brushed against one of his burns but he kept the whimpers down. He raised his arms and crossed them above his head to avoid touching anything than himself.

Maes kneeled down and examined the abused thigh.

"It's not that worse, fortunately," he smiled up on James. "Mostly the same Roy uses to have. This here is the worst but thank God, Cain's worries were exaggerated. No need to go to the hospital."

Kimbley sighed and looked at both guys thankfully.

"I'll never be able to repay your kindness."

"Don't be an idiot, James. You're not in our debt," Mustang said and started to rub the long, dark hair dry.

"But still," Kimbley closed his eyes for a moment and smiled. "You're the best people I've ever met.

Maes gently patted the lean youth's side.

"Cain said it right - we have to keep together."

After they treated the wounds Hughes and Mustang managed to get Kimbley dressed up properly. They led the slightly dangerous mutant to the kitchen where Cain was making them late dinner. Roy pulled James down and sat next to him, and after an embarrassing pause he started to spoon-feed the other man. Roy was giving the soup slowly, and hoped, this way it won't upset Kimbley's stomach.

Maes busied himself with his own portion while Fury watched with a smile as the color slowly returned into James' face. In the end, he leaned a little closer.

"Can I call you James as well?" he asked cutely.

"Well, that's my name," Kimbley blinked then smiled a little. "Of course you can."

"And say, James, can I brush your hair?"

After a few seconds of surprised silence, Kimbley shrugged a little hesitantly.

"I suppose so..."

Cain beamed at the lean mutant and walked off to grab the hairbrush.

Kimbley looked at Roy.

"Is he... gay?"

Mustang laughed softly and nodded. "Yes, he is but I guess this was just friendliness from his part. When did you sleep last time in a proper bed?"

"A day before you came to kick Kamira's ass." Kimbley opened his mouth for another spoonful of soup. The golden liquid warmed him up from the inside and it tasted wonderful.

Cain came back and began to cautiously untangle Kimbley's long, jet-black hair.

"You have such nice hair. Long and strong but soft, too. I wish mine was the same!"

Oddly enough, the tender movements relaxed Kimbley.

"Thank you," he murmured then stifled a yawn.

"Sorry but Kamira deserved everything she got," Roy said then pushed the almost empty plate away. He smiled at the sight as Fury tended Kimbley. "When Cain is finished with your hair I'll put you into bed and you can sleep."

Kimbley blinked. He felt so cozy and warm and contended right now, it was just like a dream. Inwardly, he prayed that when he'll wake up, it won't turn into a nightmare again.

"That would be great, I'm tired."

"We can see it," Mustang laughed softly. After a minute or so, he helped Kimbley up and led him to the stairs. He planned on getting the man inside his own bed then pray for no explosions. "Come, you need your beauty sleep, James."

"Beauty..." Kimbley snickered. "Come on. I won't be any more cute or pretty when I wake up. Why should I be pretty, to look good in court?"

Mustang sobered up as he opened his door. "No court. I hate to play this card with my boss but there is no evidence. That man blew up from the outside. As far as I know you can't be legally charged with murder." He pulled back the blanket and patted the bed. "Can I do anything else for you?"

“Assure me you have enough money to buy a new bed."

Roy smiled and pulled back the blanket on Kimbley's form, careful to leave out his hands. "I have but try not to blow it up. I like this bed."

"You're not helping me to relax right now."

Roy snorted at this. "As soon as you close your eyes you'll fall asleep, James. You're drained." He crouched down and brushed his lips against Kimbley's face. "Have pleasant dreams, my friend."

"Thank you", Kimbley answered on a small voice and he obediently closed his eyes.

Mustang straightened and waited for a moment before he retreated silently. He shut the door quietly and trotted down to the kitchen.

Maes was still there, chewing on some toast with ham; he needed something more substantial than soup. Fury was peeling oranges and he smiled at Roy when he spotted him.

"Is he asleep?"

"He is," Roy nodded and collapsed into a chair. He was a little drained himself after walking all over the streets, searching for James. "I'm going to need to speak with Hawkeye," he said and winced inwardly. It wouldn't be a pretty sight. They captured the 'murderer' but didn't want to give him out for the agent. "She will shoot me down."

Fury began to precisely remove the white parts from the orange slices.

"If he can't control his ability, the death of the guard can be classified as an accident and then, he can't be convicted. We should ask Miss Hawkeye to consider the training at Xavier as a penalty."

Mustang grinned at this and put his elbows on the table then leant on them. "Poor James to be subjected to those people...!" He laughed and shook his head. "They can be utter snobs and they are proud to their abilities and they don't really understand others who want to be simply left alone. However, the professor is nice. He would be able to protect James."

"They tried to recruit me, too," Cain thought aloud. "I refused." He took a slice between his lips and offered another to Roy.

"Why did you refuse, Cain? And you Maes? You never mentioned that you know or not Charles Xavier." Roy accepted the fruit and chewed on it happily; he didn't know how hungry he was.

"I knew they visited us but my parents fended them off," Maes shrugged. "I practiced a lot at home and it's not a dangerous ability either, I didn't need them."

"I had to remain with my parents," Cain poked the orange peels. "Mother wasn't the most stable person, she loved me too much, I couldn't leave her. And I didn't want Father to worry either. So I just told that red-haired lady that I'm not interested." He placed an elbow on the table and leaned his chin into his hand. "On second thought, maybe it wasn't the best choice... After some time, I started to... don't know, sense things. But I kept telling myself it'll pass and it indeed did." He shrugged. "I'm a genius after all, I managed on my own."

"And you're humble, too," Roy grinned and poked Cain's shoulder lightly. "Red-haired lady? Ah, Miss Jean. Long legs, nice cleavage. I shut the door on her boyfriend's nose and sent her away but after a week or so, I decided to give them a try. It didn't work out." He shrugged and stood up. His black eyes flashed Hughes predatorily. "Maes... I think we left something unfinished."

"Indeed..." Maes murmured then stole a slice of orange for himself. "Cain, don't bother with the dishes, we'll do them tomorrow."

"Oookay..." Fury eyed Roy suspiciously. "First, it's an official fact that my IQ is above 200. Second, I sincerely hope you're going to hump and not having a vicious fistfight."

Roy looked shocked for a moment then grinned at the younger guy. "Cain, I'd offer a place to watch but I doubt Maes here would enjoy the attention. He doesn't love the audience. So if you could excuse us, we'd be going. Right, my friend?"

Maes blushed deeply and nearly choked on the orange.

"Aah.. umm, if... if you want it, Roy... and Cain, too, then... I'll do my best."

Cain grinned widely and Roy could have sworn that if the small-framed guy had a tail, he would have been waggling it.

Roy rounded the table and crouched down a little. "Cain, I'll give you an invitation to a proper show later, alright?" he asked, his voice merely a whisper. "Not now."

"Hey, no probs," Fury smiled and quickly hugged Roy. "It's okay, I'll wait. Until that, I'll just hang around the Net and watch porn. But..." his smile turned evil and he winked at Maes, "we have to train the writer guy. He's too conventional."

Maes covered his face with both hands. "I think you are perverted aliens who took over the bodies of my friends."

Roy grinned and straightened up. "Maes, get your ass up, and stop complaining," he said and held out his hand expectantly.

Maes took it and followed his friend.

"Have a nice night, you two!" Cain waved after them.

~TBC~

Question: Do we need another Roy/Maes sex-scene?