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He was doing it again, staring at him with that insistent, insipid smile, from those deceptively lidded eyes. Havoc felt, distressingly, like he was some sort of exotic dessert the man was considering purchasing. It didn't help, of course, that the other man had a bit of cream on his nose.

"Ah, sir..."

"Hmm?" That deep, purring rumble of a question...Havoc was growing to hate that languidly possessive tone of voice rather quickly. The preening, the posturing, and the damnable flirting...in a better world the foreigner would have been slender, blonde, and far more lacking in the penis department. It was uncanny, the way this Ling insisted on some bizarre sort of courting.

Havoc caught the look Ling shot a waitress that had wandered a little too close to Havoc's side, and it soured his stomach. Those cheerful eyes had opened a bit, and they had been filled with an utterly possessive venom. "Thank you, miss, but we are quite fine here." Ling flashed a pleasant, toothy smile, and the waitress did her best to get the hell away. "Now, Havoc, what was it you wanted?" All silk and seduction...it was as if the promise of slow bloody death he had turned on that poor girl a moment before had never happened.

"You, ah, have some cream on your nose, sir."

"Didn't I tell you to call me Ling?" An almost delicate tongue snaked out and removed the dab of stray cream.

'Great. Now I have some sort of unholy evidence that he might be as good as he thinks he is.' Havoc watched, mesmerized, as Ling ran his tongue around his lips as well, just in case... 'Crap, I can't believe I just actually thought that...the idea of that guy in the sack is terrifying.'

"Well then. We have had our lunch." Ling stood, stretched in a way that was definitely meant to show off his admittedly impressive stomach, and smiled. Havoc filed that smile away into the list of things he never needed to see again. Hell, the guy could outdo Mustang when it came to the arrogance. "Shall we?"

'As if I had a choice.' With resignation towards the inevitable Havoc watched Ling walk to his side of the table and take possession of the handles on the wheeled chair Havoc had grown far too familiar with.

It was, at this point, a distressingly familiar routine. Wake up to a call from Ling inquiring as to when he would be ready to go out, fumble his way through getting as prepared for the day as possible, and be ready just in time for the recognizable light knock on the door. Ling would smile, make sure Havoc was settled in his chair, and wheel him out towards wherever he decided sounded good for food. Three weeks later, Havoc was running out of places to bring the man. His old haunts had been used up within days. Havoc was a man of comfort. And when one found a good, comfortable bar or a little diner that served acceptable soup and had more or less enough spoons, there really was no reason to adventure further.

Ling was testing his patience.

And Ling had just patted him on the shoulder.

Havoc stifled the outraged yelp the contact inspired, and tried to ignore the fact a nimble little hand wandered across the base of his neck a bit before returning to the handles on the chair.

"I would study for a bit."

'Oh good. maybe he will wheel my sorry ass...crap.' His hopeful instant was shattered as Ling happily turned the chair in the direction of the library and started off. 'Most people like to read alone. Figures I get the nut case who wants company.'

Ling was uncharacteristically quiet as they made their way across Central. It wasn't until they stopped that Havoc had a depressing realization. Stairs. The current bane of his existence. "Well, sir, looks like I will...umph!"

He had intended on giving Ling the go ahead to leave him alone at the base of the stairs for a bit. As long as the man returned before Havoc's bladder started begging for attention there would be no problem. The Xingian appeared to have other plans. Strong hands dug into Havoc's armpits and hauled him up out of the chair. Shock gave way to anger with alacrity, and Havoc growled his displeasure. "Fuck! Don't touch me!"

Ling didn't seem at all bothered by the threat in Havoc's voice. He just shifted Havoc's weight a bit and proceeded to mostly carry him up the stairs. "I'm going to..."

"You are making a scene you know." Ling pointed out, rather quietly.

The bastard was right. People were staring. At him. At his dragging, useless legs... His day couldn't possibly get any worse. Havoc shut his mouth with an audible snap, giving his impromptu audience one less thing to pay attention to. Ling moved them through the lobby and off to where the study carrels were. "Hold onto my shoulders." He commanded, giving Havoc no chance for argument as he proceeded to dig about for a key.

Havoc had two options, flop to the ground or do his best to brace himself against the asshole. Neither were very dignified, but at least the second choice didn't end with him helpless on the floor. Teeth clenched against vocalizing his irritation, Havoc did his best to hold himself upright without clinging as Ling unlocked and opened the door. He then resumed more active support in keeping Havoc upright and walked in, carefully closing the door behind them. He deposited Havoc rather unceremoniously into the rooms only chair and perched himself on the little desk.

'At least the fucker broke a sweat.' Havoc glared as Ling fiddled about, peering at a series of books before settling on one small volume. "You could have damn well left me for a bit. Its not like I was going anywhere."

Ling looked up, caught in the process of trying to figure out which page he had left off on, and frowned. "It isn't proper to leave ones guide."

"You have obviously come here without wheeling me along. So why the hell did you bother this time?"

"You are my liaison."

"Bullshit." Havoc must have left his tolerance back in the wheelchair.

Ling closed the book, that same bemused little frown on his face. "Perhaps I enjoy your company."

"Pull the other one." Havoc grumbled. Deciding to be as difficult as possible, he decided to try a nap.

He was interrupted by the sensation of weight in his lap. Ling peered up at him, scant inches from Havoc's own face, hands resting on Havoc's useless thighs. "I don't need a reason. If you remember, my dear liaison, you informed me I could do anything with you I wanted."


'Shit. Knew that was going to come back and bite me in the ass...' A barbed reminder of his current situation, his dubious rank...Havoc frowned. And Ling sinuously slid his way up onto the chair, a knee balancing on each arm of the piece of furniture so that he was almost straddling Havoc. There was a darkly possessive light in those narrowed eyes, all of the benign amusement and playful flirtation transformed into something a bit too intense. Maybe Havoc should have kept a tighter rein on his temper...