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"Ok. Point made. Feel free to get the hell off at any time now..."

Ling, apparently, had other ideas. There was a decidedly predatory look in those exotic eyes of his, a smile that had nothing to do with amusement on almost delicate lips...

Havoc had never felt so terrified in his life.

Or so aroused. Which really added to the terror once he realized exactly what it was that was stirring around old coffee and acid in his stomach. He was honestly interested in the fact had a lap full of lustful foreigner. That this particular individual was a male bothered him a little, maybe, if he thought about it too hard, but the fact that the lust was directed at him, with no trace of pitying motivation, was damn intoxicating.

"I don't believe I will be moving." Then humor reentered Ling's eyes. "At least, not from here."

Havoc wanted to take a deep breath. He really did. Wanted to step back from the situation and try and figure out what the hell was going on. His libido, on the other hand, his poor, crushed and abused libido, was ecstatic with the current situation and was not at all interested in letting him look at what was going on too closely. Especially not after Ling dipped his head forward and nipped gently at the corner of Havoc's gaping mouth.

'Well, fuck it then.' Havoc raised a hand and tangled fingers in Ling's long, surprisingly soft, hair, urging the man to do that nipping sort of kiss again. 'The ladies sure aren't flocking to me. Why the hell not.'

Why the merry hell not.

Up close, Ling was surrounded by the tantalizing aroma of spices Havoc didn't even have a name for, and tasted like coffee and sugar, with a teasing hint of chocolate. Slightly forceful in his continued kissing, nipping exploration of Havoc's face and throat, Ling was obviously someone used to getting what he wanted, and it was becoming very obvious that Havoc was something he genuinely wanted.

Havoc really couldn't help but respond. It didn't matter he was propped in a chair with no ability to take a more dominant role in what was happening, he had no interest in any sort of sexual power struggle. What he wanted was to run his tongue over every inch of Ling's throat as the man looked upwards in an accommodating, encouraging sort of way.

So he did.

And tasted soap, a hint of cinnamon, and something that was musky and deliciously exhilarating. He closed teeth briefly against Ling's pulse, demanding and encouraging, and shuddering as the other man abandoned his perch on the chair to rest completely on and against Havoc, pressing up against him in such a way as to leave no question as to the state of his arousal.

Damn it was good to be wanted.

Ling's hands wandered everywhere, caressed and explored every inch of Havoc's torso, his waist, dipping into Havoc's pants, and chuckling quietly as Havoc exhaled a groan that was part disbelief, part encouragement.

He had a minute or two, as Ling figured a way to shimmy his useless legs out of his uniform pants, to hope no one was going to want the small room for a while, as he had no intention of letting this end any time soon; seeing as a tiny part of his brain doubted he would ever have this chance again.











It had to have been a fluke, a foreigner's curiosity. That explained it. Had to. There was no reason for Ling to be idly caressing his side, nibbling contentedly on his left earlobe.

Ling obviously had Mustang's experience and ease with seduction. In the fading buzz of a sexual afterglow, Havoc had the misfortune of considering whether or not he had just become someone's conquest, to be chuckled about over drinks with the guys and nothing more.

'Good job, ass.'

But damn, Ling had looked like some sort of perverse angel, that little smirk on his face as he rode an almost disbelieving Havoc. There had been such a content gleam in those eyes as he had calmly informed the initially dubious man exactly how the physics of their current limitations were going to work, and the laugh with which he had responded to Havoc's disbelief as Ling had easily moved to straddle him had been so...genuinely pleased.

And dammit, Havoc had enjoyed himself. That was the problem really. A sympathy fuck, curiosity satisfied...whatever it was. He hadn't meant to actually enjoy it.

"Well, I must say the frown on your face is doing nothing for my self esteem." Ling drawled, pausing in his attempt to nibble an odd pattern onto Havoc's ear.

"Ah..."

"Speechless, I see. In any other circumstance, I would be pleased. But," a finger traced the furrow that had unconsciously formed on Havoc's forehead, "this leads me to feel otherwise."

"Ah..." 'Smooth, idiot. Lets try that again, maybe with words this time.' Havoc choked down a lungful of air, and tried to sort out how to ask a foreign dignitary if he had been looking for a cheap, easy lay or something more. Honestly, it wasn't something he had ever thought he would need to chat about, with a naked man wrapped more or less around him as he splayed in a boneless fashion back against a rather uncomfortable utilitarian sort of chair.

"The hell was that all about?" Eloquence never had been one of his finer points.

Thankfully, his candor seemed to amuse Ling, as opposed to offending him. "How to put this, you caught my attention."

"Yeah, well, thanks."

"I am being honest. There was a mix of resignation and determination in you, when we were introduced. It interested me. And you proved to be an entertaining companion, as well as being pleasing to the eye."

"...You think I'm good looking?"

"I do."

"And the whole..." Havoc gestured at his legs. "That doesn't bother you?"

A sly little smile crept its way across Ling's face. "Did it seem to bother me?" he whispered, leaning close, breath brushing warm against the sensitive flesh below Havoc's ear.

"Eh, not at all."

"Well then. I don't see that there is more to discuss."

"Well shit." Havoc sighed, at a loss, and incapable of keeping a silly little grin from spreading across his face. Strange bedfellows and all that indeed. "Ah, not to bother you over much, sir, but if you could help me get my pants."

"So eager to move?" Ling shifted, wriggled just a bit, face lit with amusement as Havoc hissed out a shuddering, appreciative gasp.

"Not so much, honestly, but we have been in here awhile, and you weren't exactly...quiet."

Ling chuckled, and while his facial expression suggested he didn't care if half the librarians had peeked in and watched the entire thing, he did fish around for a moment and procure Havoc's pants.

"And didn't I tell you to call me Ling?"

"Yessir." Havoc smirked. It really was hard to stand on protocol when he had already just broken it in so many ways. He was pretty sure somewhere in the handbook there was a section on not fucking political guests. Not that he cared really. He had his hands full enough with Ling. He would deal with the rules later.