"I really wish you wouldn't smoke after," Fury said miserably, curling on his side.

Havoc looked over at him blandly, sitting naked on the edge of the bed, a cigarette hanging from his lips. "Eh?" he asked, blankly.

"Smoking. Cigarettes? Those things you smoke?"

"What's wrong with them?"

Fury shifted uncomfortably. "They, uh. Smell, sir."

Blinking, Havoc said, "I know they smell. That's part of why I smoke them. Because they smell. And, you see, you inhale the smoke and-"

"Not what I meant, sir." Fury rolled over and looked away. If Havoc wanted to be that way, then fine.

Havoc sighed, picked up his boot from the side of the bed, and stubbed it out. "Fury, you're acting like an angsty woman again."

"It's not my fault," Fury sulked. "I'm being written that way. Bloody yaoi fangirls."

"I know. Here, why don't I make you feel better?"

Fury considered. Maintaining a proper uke sulk, or getting laid. Hmm.

"BABY."

"Uh...uh huh..."

After a few minutes, the bedsprings started to squeak.

"Oh yeah... yeah... H...havoc... ha... SIR! UNG! OH! HAVOC! HAVOOOOC!!!!"

Fury's cries rang out, nearly drowning out the sound of everyone banging on their dorm walls in the desperate hope he'd shut up.

But there is no shutting up....

True Love