Title: Roommate Love
Author: Wiremess
Rating: PG-14
Dislaimer: I own nothing, not even the idea. I'm so deprived.
Summary: Random crack... BarryxFarman is Roommate Love!

A/N: I wrote this for my good friend and crack buddy, ZEPPELIN (aka TerrierLee) as a special little request. This is based on those lonely nights that Farman and Barry spent together in the manga... well, here you have it. And look for an update to "Keep This Kindgom Free of Hassle" in the next couple of days!


The shades were drawn shut as Havoc approached the appartment from the street. That wasn't unusual. It was well past dark and Farman was supposed to make himself seem as inconspicuous as possible. It was bad enough that people knew people lived there but they could take some percautions. The closes shades discouraged nosey neighbors from snooping around.

But when he has ascended the stairs and began to walk down the hallway towards the apartment, he saw no light coming from under the door.

Havoc stopped short.

This was unusual. Though it was late, Farman was something of a night owl. He enjoyed staying up late and reading. And besides, he knew that Havoc was coming. There was no way he'd have settled in for the night.

Havoc drew his sidearm.

He knocked softly on the door. There was no answer. He took the key out of his pocket and placed the groceries and things he had brought Farman on the floor by the door. Slowly, he turned the key and pushed the door open.

The apartment was empty.

Havoc entered, slowly and cautiously. There were all the obvious signs that Farman has been here with Barry recently. There was no blood, no sign of struggle... it didn't seem like Barry had chopped him up. But Barry had been doing this for years... nothing could be for sure.

Suddenly, he saw a faint light come from under the bedroom door.

He heard Farman laugh softly.

"No, no, not there," he heard the man plead and then laugh.

"What, is this not good enough?" Havoc heard Barry inquire.

There was a slight clank.

Farman groaned.

Havoc's eyebrow arched.

Farman groaned again.

"Is this too much?" Barry asked again. "We can stop if you want."

"No, no, keep going Barry," Farman replied. "Keep going. You're fine."

Another slight clank.

Barry giggled.

The cigarette fell from Havoc's mouth. What the hell were they doing in there?

Barry giggled again.

Then it dawned on Havoc. They were... no. It couldn't be possible. Farman? With Barry?... His stomach turned. What the hell was going on?

"Hmm... a light more, Barry," Farman said. "Yeah, like that. It moves like that."

"Like this?"

"Oh, yes. Very good, Barry."

Havoc felt sick.

"Your turn, old man," Barry said.

"Okay..."

"Was that good?" Barry asked. "Okay, now I'll go."

Farman groaned.

"No, no Barry!" Farman shouted.

Havoc burst through the door and aimed the gun at Barry. "What the hell are you doing, Farman?" he demanded.

"Huh?"

Havoc blinked.

Farman was laying in bed with Barry sitting beside him. There was a chess board between them.

"I wasn't feeling well, so I decided to lay down," Farman answered. "Barry came in to keep me company. I'm teaching him to play chess."

Havoc stood there, slowly lowering his gun.

Noticing his pale expression, Farman asked, "Are... are you okay?"

"Yeah," Havoc said with a sigh of both relief and shame. "Yeah, I... carry on."

Farman raised his eyebrown and then nodded.

Havoc went out and got the groceries.

He really needed to get laid.