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Havoc woke up and realized he wasn't in his bed. There wasn't a spring digging insistently into the small of his back and the mattress seemed actually concerned with his comfort. The pillow wasn't lumpy and misshapen...

And there was an arm around his waist.

There were fingers sleepily tracing the edge of his navel.

Havoc hadn't realized he was ticklish until that instant. And while he didn't want to flinch and reveal a potential weakness to be exploited, it was such an unexpected sensation...

As he shifted a bit in a not so subtle attempt to flee the seemingly innocent wanderings of those fingers, he caught a glimpse of a grin on the face pressed against his chest. Ling had noticed his advantage, and Havoc got the impression Ling was going to be rather enthusiastic about exploiting it later.

Ling.

Havoc took a minute to accept the fact there were legs tangled around him, a naked body pressed against him...and would have given the situation more thought, had Ling not decided it was an excellent time to mouth at Havoc's left nipple.

It was a gloriously erotic way to wake up, seeing the look on Lings face as he nibbled and sucked far too gently for Havoc's liking. In was intensely arousing, the way Ling shifted his weight to pin Havoc down as soon as Havoc showed signs of moving.

"As fucking amazing as this all is...ahh...I do have work..." Havoc gave a token attempt at responsibility, just so he could say he tried.

"I am your work." Ling hissed, punctuating with a sharp bite.

Who was Havoc to argue with the man? After all, Ling did raise a very valid point. Apart from checking in at the office, which could be done by phone at a later point, Havoc's duties lay completely with the foreign dignitary everyone was bending over backwards to make happy. With a grin, Havoc decided to take one for the team and work to make Ling as happy as possible.

It was his duty, after all. What sort of liaison would he be if he did otherwise?

And Ling really did seem to be enjoying himself...




Jean Havoc was late.

A handful of years ago Roy would not have considered that to be any sort of harbinger of impending doom. Havoc had routinely slouched his way into work with an almost convincingly sheepish smile, snap a salute and set right into whatever was on the plate for the day. Recently, no longer bed ridden but most definitely haunted by rather personal demons, Havoc had developed a habit of being in the office early, or calling if his physical presence was unnecessary or impossible.

Roy's coffee had gone cold an hour previous and still he had received no word from his subordinate.

As breakfast time meandered into lunchtime Roy grew worried.

He was in the middle of planning some sort of search mission when a jaunty knock drew his attention to the closed office door. "Yes"

As Havoc entered, Roy was grateful for the fact he had long since learned to smother the less socially acceptable bursts of emotion that flashed through his brain before they reached his face. He didn't want his utterly baffled amazement to ruin the cocky little smile on Havoc's face.

The man wheeled himself in, for once ignoring the offers of help everyone in the office must have voiced on the way in. Roy couldn't suppressed the slight widening of his eyes that accompanied the entrance of a second man who shut the door behind Havoc and himself before turning and greeting the Roy with a beaming smile.

Roy recognized that smile. It was the smile of a morning well spent, a smile that implied bite marks concealed beneath a high collar, along the sensitive parts of the inner thigh. Roy hadn't thought to see that smile cast affectionately down at the officer sitting with unfamiliar contentment in a wheelchair.

The silence grew uncomfortable, for Roy at least, heavy with sort of sated ease that Roy had never...not Havoc...

"Sorry about being late, boss. Ling here...treated me to a wonderful breakfast and I sorta lost track of time."

Roy, trying to sort out an unfamiliar sensation of embarrassment, did his best to ignore the utterly feline expression of pleasure on Ling's face.

"And we ended up near the office, so I thought I'd stop in. seemed easier than calling."

Roy did his best not to realize Ling's hand was tracing little circles on the back of Havoc's neck.

"Now, since I can consider myself checked in, Ling here wanted to get some research done before lunch."

Roy really didn't want to point out it was lunchtime for fear Havoc would elaborate as to where his morning went.

"Well, boss. I will check in this evening." Havoc sketched a salute (which definitely did not flash a bite mark on his wrist Roy decided in a moment of sanity preservation), smiled, and wheeled himself around and out.

Ling beamed at Roy. "Thank you again for your hospitality, General. It had proven to far exceed my expectations." Ling nodded a little bow, and then let himself out, shutting the door gently behind him.

"That little bastard..." If only Roy could decide which of them he was referring to...

Then a smile broke across his face. He had one distressed librarian to apologize to.