I Want You So Bad

Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, etc, etc.
I don’t watch the Fullmetal Anime, but I love the manga! This is a little-explored triangle, but I find it VERY interesting....hopefully I’ll write more along these lines. The title comes from a Jem song that makes me quiver (Falling For You), and the concept comes from a fabulous Weib fic that I read once.

*Mustang/Hawkeye pairing, Havoc POV/angst*

I Want You So Bad

It was a sight that shocked.

Things went on in the darker corners of central command, but I was pretty sure that nothing like this had ever happened before. I had stumbled upon two figures in a corner; looking closer, my heart skipped a beat and I nearly choked on my cigarette as I recognized Colonel Mustang and his faithful Lieutenant kissing wildly.

That fucker.

Mustang had her up against the wall, and he must have been doing something right because the normally reserved Hawkeye was moaning like a teenager. It might have had something to do with the fact that his hand was rapidly moving down the front of her uniform, closing in on her waistband. As his fingers slipped deftly past her panties she groaned his name in the most arousing way imaginable.

My eyes were riveted on them as he repeatedly captured her mouth with his. I shrank behind a bookshelf as my mind raced. I had thought that they had a working relationship. I had thought that he wasn’t interested in her.

I had thought that she and I...

But that was stupid. Of course she was only interested it him. I had seen the way she looked at him, even when she was with me. I could tell that he was her only focus.

And now this. Oh God, her pants were open, and the lady’s man was doing what he did best. I bet it was all a ruse; a quickie substitute because he couldn’t get a date. She was just a warm body to have now while in between women. He knew I hated hearing about his successes.
He knew I wanted Riza Hawkeye.

But she never wanted me. And the way she was kissing him, and the way he was touching her made it clear that they were in their own world. Her breath was coming in gasps now, and with her shirt hiked up like that you could just catch a glimpse of her bra.

I tried to look away, but she was too tempting. I was hard as a rock, but couldn’t move. What kind of pervert was I that the sight of Mustang doing Hawkeye turned me on? Not that it wasn’t an unpleasant spectacle; he was fairly handsome if he kept his mouth shut, and she...well, she had the creamiest skin, and brown eyes to die for. I had almost had all that. Now the closest I could ever hope to come to that skin was watching as Mustang felt her up. But it was me who had trained with her. I was the one who lay in the trenches with her. I was the one with her in the shooting gallery all those nights. I was the one who watched her fall in love with him.

Things in the corner had progressed; her bra was unclasped and her full breasts were in his hands. He was tonguing her nipples, and causing her to make a most un-Hawkeye like sound. His hands were everywhere on her body, hiking up her shirt and running all over her skin. Both of them were sweaty and panting. She was gorgeous, face flushed, lips red from where she bit them to keep from crying out. He was kissing his way down her body now; doing what I could only dream of. That should have been my tongue in her blonde curls, my hair in her hands, my name on her lips. Her head was thrown back as she came hard; clutching him to her body. As he pulled away she had a look of unbearable tenderness on her face. It was a look full of satisfaction and love. It was a look meant only for him.

God, Riza, I want you so bad. But you’ll never look at me like you look at him.

I need a smoke.