I'm sorry for this.  I'll flat out say, I'm sorry for this.  It jumped me and refused to let me write anything else.  Blatantly inspired by the doujinshi 3 Piece, which was snatched from zalia's lj.  *coughs*  After this, I'll stick with stuff with some semblance of a plot, I swear.

Edit: Warning: Extreme sexual content!

When the Hawk’s Away

Several people made a point of making that particular date in the calendar. The ones that saw the tiny notes laughed at first, believing it to be a joke but was contradicted by sympathetic shakes of the head. The news spread like a cold through the office, and soon, everyone knew.

1^st Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye had voluntarily taken a day off.

And 2^nd Lieutenant Jean Havoc was doing his best not to resent her for it.

Grumbling to himself and anxiously fingering the pocket holding his cigarettes, Havoc stalked to Colonel Mustang’s office. He would never make fun of Hawkeye again for trying to keep Mustang on task. It was exhausting! So far he had pulled Mustang away from washing the windows, practicing something he called "tie-kwon-doe," dancing (which included waltzing, swing, and several others he couldn’t identify–how the hell did he manage swing dancing by himself?!), lewd phone calls, rehearsing various things to call Edward Elric, practicing smirks in the mirror, and of course, sleeping! It wasn’t even noon yet!

The cigarettes felt like bricks in his pocket as Havoc knocked once–hard–on Mustang’s door. When there was no answer, Havoc ground his teeth together.

If I only had Hawkeye’s aim, he snarled to himself, snatching the doorknob. Before trying to make Mustang do his paperwork without Hawkeye’s help, he had never known true frustration. When he got home tonight, Havoc would–

The door swung open. Havoc’s hands fell limply to his sides. ". . . shit. . . ."

Completely naked, a sweaty, groaning Edward Elric writhed on Colonel Roy Mustang’s desk. Bared legs wrapped around the clothed colonel’s waist. Even standing in the doorway, Havoc could see Mustang’s lips, teeth, and tongue working on that pale neck. The pair gripped each other tightly, slim hips moving and arching and shifting and–

Havoc had never gotten so hard so quickly in his entire life.

I don’t like guys! he thought desperately, taking a step back. His throbbing cock mocked him. I like girls. I like soft curves and heavy breasts and deep, throaty groans. . . .

At Havoc’s whimper, Mustang pulled his mouth away from Edward’s throat. The wet noise complemented Edward’s moan. Eyes heavy-lidded, Mustang smiled at Havoc. The smoker shivered. He couldn’t remember the last time he had seen Mustang smile . . . and never so hungrily.

"My a-apologies–" Havoc stammered, but Mustang smoothly cut him off.

"Hello, Jean," the brunet murmured. Mustang thrust his hips forward, and Edward gasped and arched off the desk. The muscles in his back rippled with the motion. Havoc gulped. "Yes. He looks good like that, doesn’t he?"

Edward snarled and clawed at Mustang’s shirt. "Less talking, more fucking." Then a golden glare shot at Havoc. "You. Close door. Ass over here. NOW!"

Havoc was obeying before he knew what he was doing. He had barely reached the desk before the agile blond twisted and grabbed his collar, yanking him forward. Ed swallowed his gasp and devoured his mouth, lips and teeth and tongue working to suck up every moan and mewl Havoc made. Even as Edward sucked on his tongue, Mustang snuck a hand around and pulled Havoc so he was pressed tightly against Ed. He groaned into Ed’s hungry mouth.

"Good with that, isn’t he?" Mustang commented idly.

Edward released the panting man’s mouth. "Shut up and do something!" he growled, rocking his hips. Saliva dripping from his mouth, Havoc peeked over one metal shoulder. He cringed sympathetically at the sight of the young man’s weeping cock.

Hard hands grasped Havoc’s ass, grinding his clothed cock against the small of Edward’s back. At the same time, Mustang nibbled on Ed’s neck. "You’re really hot, aren’t you?" he breathed into the sweaty skin. "You want to finish, don–"

"Yes!"

Havoc’s wide eyes met with Mustang’s dark ones. "And you’ll do anything to come, won’t you?" Mustang purred, nestling himself further between Edward’s thighs. The blond wailed.

I shouldn’t be here, Havoc thought frantically, even as he stared at Edward’s hard nipple, rippling abs, and swollen cock. I should have . . . I should have r-run. . . .

Mustang’s white teeth clamped hard on the junction between Edward’s neck and shoulder. At the same time, he pushed Ed against Havoc. After a moment, realization seeped through Havoc’s lustful mind, and he helped his superior officer lower the moaning blond to the desk.

"He’s good with his mouth," Mustang breathed against Edward’s red neck. Over the saliva-drenched skin, the dark eyes glittered. "You want to see how good?"

Havoc swallowed, and Mustang dragged his mouth away from Edward’s neck. His fingers danced over Havoc’s burning cock before slipping the man’s zipper down. Hot fingers slipped in, gently pulling out the hard flesh and guiding it to Edward’s panting mouth.

All conscious thought vanished as Edward arched his back, grabbing Havoc’s cock with wet lips. Havoc screamed as Edward began to suck, dragging Havoc’s heavy cock deep into his throat. The lieutenant grabbed the thick shock of blond hair, thrusting into that eager mouth. He could see his cock expanding that slender throat, see Edward’s Adam’s apple bob as the young man swallowed, milking the weeping flesh. Havoc sobbed, leaning over the naked youth.

"So wet, isn’t he? So hot and wet and tight–"

Dazed, Havoc looked up to see Mustang shoving his own cock into Edward’s ass. For a moment, he had to gape at the sight of the thick, long cock–thicker and longer than his own, of course!–and then Edward swallowed again, and Havoc cried out, all thoughts erased from his mind.

Oh yes oh yes oh yes. . . . Silky hair entangled in his fingers, and he rammed his cock down that gulping throat. Edward gagged, and that only made it feel better, so Havoc thrust again. And again. Againagainagain and he was getting closer, that sucking mouth was so hot and that throat was so tight and yesyesyesyesyes–

He came screaming, his shrill cries devoured by Mustang’s mouth even as Edward swallowed his cum. He pulled out of Edward’s mouth with a wet noise and collapsed to the office floor. Through slitted eyes, he watched Mustang pound into the panting, crying youth. Each thrust lifted Edward’s hips off the desk. Sweat drenched Mustang’s pale face, and his lip bled in an effort to withhold his cries. Havoc dragged himself onto his elbows, watching in fascination as Edward tossed his head into the desk, his mouth open in a long, silent scream. Mustang slammed his hips between Edward’s thighs, and the pair arched together before slumping to the desk.

"Now," Edward panted after a moment, "we’re going to do that later. Not on a desk. But sometime later." Dazed golden eyes glared at both of the older soldiers. "Both of you. Later."

Havoc gulped weakly, imagining those slender forms writhing on a bed. Imagined being trapped between those two bodies. He groaned, a little disappointed that it was too early to get hard again.

Eyes shining with some odd mischief, Mustang helped the pair clean up. With a wink, he escorted the yawning Edward to the couch, then Havoc to the office door. "Join us anytime," he murmured, a grin teasing his mouth. "I doubt Fullmetal’s going to complain."

It was only after Havoc was walking away from Mustang’s office that he realized the paperwork still wasn’t done.

"Dammit!" he howled.