coli narago suggested that I write an extra chapter with Jean's POV. So I did. That's just how I work. It was fun to write!

Disclaimer- I still don't own FMA.

Trust: Jean's POV.

The morning sun was just rising over the horizon. Jean Havoc yawned and stretched as he sat up. He looked over to his side and smiled. Kain Fuery was sleeping soundly next to him. He slowly brushed Fuery's hair back. He stirred a bit and snuggled into the pillow. Havoc sighed happily.

'So sweet. He's always so sweet.' He thought to himself. 'Always so generous and kind. I want to do something nice for him. I think I'll try making him breakfast.' He got out of bed and put his clothes on, the ones he wore the night before.

The blonde soldier knew he was not the best cook in the world, but as he mother would always say, "If you put in enough heart, everything will turn out fine." He searched around the kitchen for plates and cooking utensils. After some searching, and trying not to make too much noise, he finally had the eggs cracked in one pan, and French toast cooking in another. He smiled again. He never thought he would end up here; in the house of the person he loved, making him breakfast after a night of passion.

He'd been in love with him for a while, but didn't think Fuery could feel the same way about him. Havoc knew he had a tendency to rush into relationships and not think things through. He was afraid his nature was unattractive to the young soldier.

The night before, the group had gone out drinking. While everyone else hit on women, or at least tried to, Fuery sat all alone. Havoc's feelings finally became too much. He went over to him and made up some crazy story about how he was giving up on women and decided to go for men. It was a lie; he was already bi.(1) He wanted to talk to Fuery but he was so nervous he just spat out lies to make him listen.

Sometime later he lied again, telling him he was too drunk to walk home by himself. As soon as they reached Fuery's house, he couldn't stand it anymore and kissed him right on the lips before he could stop him. He then told him the truth; it was him he wanted.

He knew they were moving too fast, he didn't want him to feel pressured, but once his feelings were out in the open, he couldn't stop himself. It wasn't long before they ended up in bed, having sex.

Before things got really serious, Fuery told him he was a virgin. Havoc promised him he'd been gentle, though he wouldn't have minded if Fuery told him to stop. He was half-expecting him to. But he didn't. He said…ah, what had he said? Maybe he'd been drunker than he thought; he couldn't remember. He couldn't remember many of the words that were exchanged, but he remembered three: Fuery saying, "I love you." And he knew said the same thing back.

Havoc made sure that he was gentle and slow in his actions. Or at least, he'd tried to be gentle. Had he been gentle enough? He wasn't so sure now. Once he had removed the last articles of Fuery's and his own clothing, and seeing him lying naked and blushing on the bed, he wanted to absolutely devour him. He ran his hands over his body, brushed his own legs against his, and kissed him too many times to count. His skin was so soft and smooth. To touch it was oh so nice and to taste it was just as nice. The dark haired soldier's moans encouraged him. He did all he could to make Fuery's first time incredibly good for him. Fuery, even being a novice at sex, knew what could make Havoc moan and beg for more. After Fuery said he was ready for more he stopped holding back. He gave him all he asked for and then some. Was it too much? Had he been too rough? Did he hurt him at all?

His train of though dissipated when he smelled something burning.

"Crap!" He was too late; the French toast was burnt and the scrambled eggs were soggy. He groaned. "I had the heart, but not the skill. Oh well….I wonder if he's awake yet."

Havoc walked back to the room. Kain was sitting up in the bed, his legs curled into his chest. He looked up as the door opened. Havoc smiled.

"You're awake, good!" He said. "I tried making breakfast, I think I failed epically. I could bring it in here if you want."

It was then that he noticed his eyes were red from crying. He froze. 'No…' He was crying? Why? He practically ran over to the bed.

"Oh man, are you crying? What's wrong?" He put his hand on Fuery's cheek, turning his head to look up at him.

Fuery only looked at him with wide eyes, not saying a word.

Now Havoc was very concerned. 'I pressured him, I knew it!' He thought, angry with himself. 'We moved to fast. I'm a thief. I stole something he'll never be able to get back. He must feel so cheated and used.'

"I pushed you to do it, didn't I?" He asked worriedly. "I forced you into having sex with me. You regret it don't you? Oh gosh, what have I done?"

'I should have gone slower with him! Or maybe… I've hurt him. I was too rough! Stupid, stupid me! He couldn't handle it! He had never done it; I had to be gentle! God I'm an idiot! He must hate me now.'

Havoc looked down. "Or was it that I was too rough with you? Are you in pain? I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"N…no, it isn't that," He lifted himself up to look Havoc in the eyes. "When I woke up you weren't here, and your clothes were gone too, so…I thought you left."

"You thought I left?" Havoc was in utter shock "God no! There's no way I'd just leave after what happened last night! I've never had a one-night stand and I would never do that to someone I really, really cared about. I meant it when I said I loved you."

"So you did say that." Tears appeared in Fuery's eyes, but he was smiling. "Sorry but, I can't really remember the words we said to each other."

Havoc half smiled. "Don't worry, I don't remember much of the words exchanged either. But I do remember you saying you loved me. Is that right?"

"Yes!" He wrapped his arms around him in a hug. "I love you too! So much!"

Havoc smiled wide and returned the hug. "I'm so glad."

Fuery looked at him. "I don't regret it. I mean, we did move kinda fast, but, as long as I know that you feel the same way, I don't regret it."

"I don't regret it either. The tension of unsaid feelings caused us to act a little impulsive, so now I want to take things a little slower. "

Fuery smiled. "I'd like that." He shuffled close to him. "So, how about that epically failed attempt at breakfast?"

Havoc smiled. "I'll bring it in here and we can have breakfast in bed together." He walked out of the room.

He sighed with relief. 'That was what he was crying about? How could he ever think like that? I'm not that type of guy. I love him WAY to much to do that!' He shook his head, smiling. 'I was worried for nothing. He didn't feel pressured, and I didn't hurt him. He does love me.' He smiled wider as he placed the plates on a tray. 'He loves me…'

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(1) That rhymes! =D